Shh, that&#x27;s supposed to happen.

I have sampled a tincture of my own design.

I am.

Good.

velkynsisirn

You doin’ good? Got water and snackies?

#bagel… bagels (OOC)#trustworthyadvice #vel

Absolutely wonderful my friend! Stronger than expected and I feel like my skin is vibrating, but oh lord, is it nice.

I have tea, I have sweet breads, and I found where I hid the chocolate. Thank you for checking, my friend!

k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9

whole-lotta-green

Tonight’s vibe 🫶

The day before was still fresh in his mind as he sits within his shop. Despite his lingering thoughts he still had normal work to do. It was back to making tinctures and testing combinations. He had a particularly intense one he was planning to spend his night with.

A soft chime tingles as the door opens. A customer, or a supplier, or perhaps even a guest! All three are well enough possibilities. He turns, words starting before thought.

“Hello there traveler! I offer aid and assistance of all sorts. What do you…”

His voice trails off as his eyes land on the body in front of him. It’s less the man, and more the crest that they wear. The same as the lady that had been here the night before, and clearly someone capable of violence.

Shit. Well. He supposes he deserves what may happen here. But, it is simply a may. Not a will.

“…seek?”

@totally-normal-squire

The squire didn't know what Elizabeth had done. She'd come home still flushed and insisted that the owner of this establishment had helped her. They'd thought about it all night, and decided they needed to pay a visit to the herbalist.

They'd even put on the uniform with Elizabeth's crest over their breast. Harley hasn't worn clothes that are so tailored, so admittedly they are a bit tense. They force a smile onto their face, trying their best not to look like they're about to draw the blade at their hip.

"You're the owner here? The one who Lady Elizabeth visited yesterday?"

The lack of immediate attack makes the herbalist relax ever so slightly. Its moments like this he was glad to keep his face hidden. His voice could work wonders, his eyes? Not so much.

“Oh, yes.” He says, a hum to his tone. “Has she requested more of the tea? I would be happy to pack up a jar.”

He focuses on the squire. They did seem unhappy, at the least. Confused. Confusion he could work with.

They avoid his gaze and look around the shop, thinking about what they want to say. When's the last time they went to a shop for themself (or in this case, of their own free will)? A year or two after Sir [ ] had taken them on as a squire, they think. They'd bought their journal then.

"She has not, no. If you think it would be a good idea, though, I could bring it to her." Harley clears their throat and straightens their back. They wince at the cracking sound that normally comes with age. "What sort of tea would this be, sir?"

Oh. So this one was the inquisitive type.

“Mostly hibiscus, but with a tincture of my own making.” He moves to his collection of things, pulling the vial from his shelf. It’s simple, marked with a symbol on the cork. The herbalist had how own system. “This is a syrup that contains cannabis, ginger, lemongrass, lavender, and cinnamon, and cloves.”

This was the easy part. He had nothing to lie about with his concoctions. This was legal, and fair. He picked the land he did for these specific conditions.

“I provide aids of all kinds, including ones that affect the mind. It is my specialty, in a way.“

Harley nods. They've never been allowed to experiment under Sir [ ]'s hand, but they do know this sort of stuff is legal. Hesitantly, they reach out for the vial to examine it, glancing between the herbalist and the vial.

"She enjoyed this, then? Any, uh, side effects?" Testing, probing. Harley has no reason to suspect anything, right? The herbalist has done nothing wrong, as far as they're aware. There's just something that feels off. Maybe Harley's just overtired. They did stay up late training, after all.

#trustworthyadvice #unknown squire

“No side effects that were unexpected.” He smiles, allowing the squire to test. “She did end up feeling very warm, though that’s not uncommon.”

The truth was a sweet thing. Maybe he learned too well from the creatures in the forest how to keep his words honest and still get by. Though he was never as good at it as them.

“I ask to observe all of my clients first experience with my tinctures. There are some very negative side effects that can occur, and if they do, it’s my responsibility to care for them.”

He pauses, as if he had just figured out what the squire was here for.

“She did stay some time before I felt it was responsible to send her home. Can be quite dangerous this deep into the woods. Especially when you don’t have your wits about you.”

A soft chime tingles as the door opens. A customer, or a supplier, or perhaps even a guest! All three are well enough possibilities. He turns, words starting before thought.

“Hello there traveler! I offer aid and assistance of all sorts. What do you…”

Shit. Well. He supposes he deserves what may happen here. But, it is simply a may. Not a will.

“…seek?”

@totally-normal-squire

"You're the owner here? The one who Lady Elizabeth visited yesterday?"

The lack of immediate attack makes the herbalist relax ever so slightly. Its moments like this he was glad to keep his face hidden. His voice could work wonders, his eyes? Not so much.

“Oh, yes.” He says, a hum to his tone. “Has she requested more of the tea? I would be happy to pack up a jar.”

He focuses on the squire. They did seem unhappy, at the least. Confused. Confusion he could work with.

#trustworthyadvice #unknown squire

Oh. So this one was the inquisitive type.

This was the easy part. He had nothing to lie about with his concoctions. This was legal, and fair. He picked the land he did for these specific conditions.

“I provide aids of all kinds, including ones that affect the mind. It is my specialty, in a way.“

photosbynarumi

Botanical Garden, Bucharest, Romania, summer 2024

Knight came into my shop asking for a “forever weed” any fellow herbalists or botanists have any clue what the fuck he’s going on about.

servileseneschal

Just give me the brownies, medicine seller.

With WHAT in them? The Forever Weed? What is that? Some sort of magical herb I must collect? I can’t call my baker and ask for them to add a plant I don’t have!

oraclejalon

Imagine not having forever weed in your stores. Couldn't be me.

Who’s your supplier? I’m interested.

#dhdhhdjd

A soft chime tingles as the door opens. A customer, or a supplier, or perhaps even a guest! All three are well enough possibilities. He turns, words starting before thought.

“Hello there traveler! I offer aid and assistance of all sorts. What do you…”

Shit. Well. He supposes he deserves what may happen here. But, it is simply a may. Not a will.

“…seek?”

@totally-normal-squire

"You're the owner here? The one who Lady Elizabeth visited yesterday?"

#trustworthyadvice #herbalistposting #unknown squire

The lack of immediate attack makes the herbalist relax ever so slightly. Its moments like this he was glad to keep his face hidden. His voice could work wonders, his eyes? Not so much.

“Oh, yes.” He says, a hum to his tone. “Has she requested more of the tea? I would be happy to pack up a jar.”

He focuses on the squire. They did seem unhappy, at the least. Confused. Confusion he could work with.

I have sampled a tincture of my own design.

I am.

Good.

#trustworthyadvice #anyone interested in talking to him high I am also getting blasted #and this is perfect for method acting #royaltyblr #knightblr #midevalblr #herbalistposting #intox kink #intox play

foxiislvt

Forced intox is great but imagine someone purposefully getting high to get fucked. They keep taking hits over and over, chasing the high that will make them limp and compliant. Being high will make them be very pliable, and they want to shamelessly bend to your every whim. Maybe they get crossfaded. But once they’ve succumbed to that helpless grasp, you get to do whatever you want to them <3

do you have slutweed?

I have normal weed and if you’re enough of a slut already it’s practically the same thing.

#ANCIENT TUMBLR PULL HERE #BEAUTIFUL #Espcially funny with this being an intox play blog #trustworthyadvice #herbalistposting #intox kink #intox play #royaltyblr #knightblr #midevalblr #myassitance

Knight came into my shop asking for a “forever weed” any fellow herbalists or botanists have any clue what the fuck he’s going on about.

servileseneschal

Just give me the brownies, medicine seller.

#knightblr #herbalistposting #trustworthyadvice #midevalblr #royaltyblr

With WHAT in them? The Forever Weed? What is that? Some sort of magical herb I must collect? I can’t call my baker and ask for them to add a plant I don’t have!

Knight came into my shop asking for a “forever weed” any fellow herbalists or botanists have any clue what the fuck he’s going on about.

#trustworthyadvice #royaltyblr #knightblr #midevalblr #herbalistposting #knights

A soft chime tingles as the door opens. A customer, or a supplier, or perhaps even a guest! All three are well enough possibilities. He turns, words starting before thought.

“Hello there traveler! I offer aid and assistance of all sorts. What do you…”

Shit. Well. He supposes he deserves what may happen here. But, it is simply a may. Not a will.

“…seek?”

@totally-normal-squire

#trustworthyadvice #herbalistposting #knightblr #midevalblr #royaltyblr

hello! my name is elizabeth, i had heard of the ah…. wares… you sell. i am interested, and i think i should like something to just…. destress. let my mind go for a while. being Crown Princess is a daunting challenge, and i find myself in a constant whirlwind of thoughts. so if you have something that could uhm… help, that’d be lovely!

Well hello there, lady Elisabeth. How wonderful it is to have you at my doors. Many a royal has come to me with requests like yours, do not worry.

As it is your first time trying my wares, I must request you stay within my workshop. There can be negative side effects that must be regulated. Especially in one as unpracticed as yourself.

Which does leave a question…

When you say let your mind go, how exactly do you imagine it? Simply a numbing of worries? Or perhaps feeling so much of your body that you can’t even begin to think beyond sensation? Please, my lady. I will give you whatever you seek.

oh, certainly the second option. i feel so constantly “in my head” that it would be a luxury to simply….. feel. be grounded by stimulation, stay in my body for once……

i do admit that i am new to any sort of intoxication other than the occasional bottle of wine…. thank you for letting me stay here, your shop certainly has a comforting atmosphere and you seem trustworthy as well.

What amazing taste you have, my lady. I can most definitely make something to soothe such a tumultuous mind. Please, sit- rest.

He motions to a room in the back of his small shop, only separated by a curtain. Within seems to be a small sitting room, with soft lounge chairs and mis-matched pillows. It’s inviting, if only semi-private. The herbalist preferred to keep those under the influence protected from all but himself.

What kind of tea do you prefer? I tend to mix my tinctures into something. The water helps the body process, and it makes them easier to stomach. I have practically every kind.

oh! uhm, hibiscus? or perhaps a fruit tea? i do not care much, i like all kinds of tea.

she giggles nervously, smoothing down her purple silk skirts as she picks the largest chair to sit upon. she pulls a cushion into her lap, a slight anxiousness filling her gut as she fiddles with the tassels on the corner of the pillow. no, there’s no need to be anxious! he seems so kind and helpful, and certainly your first time to indulge like this is best done under the watchful eye of a professional! she’s fine, she’s safe. this will be fun.

so, mr. uhhhm…. mr. herbalist. how long should the tincture take to kick in? and what are the general effects that take place?

The herbalist smiles, moving through the room to prepare a cup. He pulls a few vials along with some dried tea, mixing them with the smoothness of a man who's done this time and time before.

Hibiscus is good. It mingles well, in my experience.

He approaches, delicately handing the teacup to her. He watches as she takes the first sip. There's an earthy taste to it, though it's easy to ignore with how much sugar he put in. Only after she drinks some does he continue to speak.

It usually takes around ten, fifteen minutes when given through this method. You should feel a warming sensation, skin sensitivity, and what my favorite of customers has refereed to as a numbness in the mind. As if your thoughts simply cannot come fast enough for you to consider them

Do not worry. I will be right here the whole time. Please, tell me when you start to feel it. I am eager to... regulate your symptoms, when they occur.

“yes, sir of course. gods, that sounds lovely, i cannot wait.”

she drinks deeply, delighted by the comforting taste of her favorite drink. once the cup is drained, she’s curled her legs up to her right, and she cannot help but stare at the sparkling jewels on her bracelet. had the amethyst always glittered so prettily? and how did everything seem so- oh.

she can feel her mind unwind slowly, like pulled apart knitted fabric. this is nice. her thoughts are no longer skittering through her mind faster than racehorses, just the occasional narrative thought meandering through. it’s quiet, both in the shop, and in her brain when she finally, slowly speaks.

“this feels nice. just being here, in my body, right now….. it’s just nice…”

her smile is no longer forced or fake, a subtle grin and blush overtaking her face. gods, was it warmer now?

The herbalist watches with a rapt fascination as it kicks in. Every hint is like a spark in his mind- the focus on the gemstones, that glassy look in her eyes. It's cute. That was something about these high-class ladies who came to his shop he could never get enough of. They were beautiful without his influence, and absolutely adorable with it.

That is exactly the goal, is it not?

His voice is a soft hum as he leans closer. The air between them is a boundary he leaves for now. He knows he's already too tempted to cross it. He should at least attempt to keep his composure.

To finally not worry that pretty little head with anything. I'm very, very glad that it's working. Focus on the moment, My Lady. The fine fabrics, glittering metals, the sound of my voice. It's so nice to just... melt into it.

“i- i’m pretty?”

she giggles a bit at the thought, as if it hadn’t occurred to her before. yes, his voice was nice to listen to, smooth, melodic, attractive- where had that thought come from? twas almost as if the warmth from her blush was spreading, spreading down through her chest and stomach into her- the thoughts slow down before she can realize what exactly she was thinking about to begin with, long lashes blinking in confusion.

her large brown eyes are almost pure black now, dialated pupils so big she looks rather like a doe, slightly nervous, but oh so sweet and trusting. nothing bad would happen! this nice, handsome man would take good care of her. after all, he said would. she can trust him. and everything just feels so…. good. so nice. so warm. oh gods, it warmer than before.

“uhm. mister herbalist, sir? am i supposed to feel this- this warm? and not just my skin it feels like- like my inside is warm too, and it’s just- oh!”

suddenly a wave of heat hits her. it’s too warm, she needs wants desires something… but what? she doesn’t know anymore. honestly she’s forgotten the heatwave from moments ago already, lazy smile creeping back across her blushing, round cheeks.

“sir, you are the professional here, what shall i do for the warmth?”

A much sharper smile pulls back on the herbalist's face. This was better than he expected. Perhaps he used a bit too much for a first time at something like this. Or, maybe, he had used the perfect amount.

"You asked to be centered to your body, My Lady. It's simply the rest of the tincture working it's magic. It just makes it hard to avoid the sensations." He chuckles, a hand moving to the curtain at the doorway to close it. "As for what to do in response... that is up to you. Though, some things usually help."

He stands, moving behind Elizabeth. He watches her reactions as his hands move to her shoulders, taking her hair into his hands. He pulls it over the back of the chair. Slowly, intentional with every 'mistaken' touch on her skin.

"That should at least let the breeze hit you. At least, without removing any of your layers." He allows the words to sit, so the idea formed in her mind. If it didn't come from his lips he had all the freedom in the world.

she gasps at his fingers brushing her neck, leaning up into the sensation, back subtly arching as her hair is held back.

“well, sir- if i may be so bold, i mean- you are the one who would know, and- and i trust your judgement. what i mean is um… may i? remove some of the layers? tis simply too warm, and the fabric is just…. too much against my skin…. i feel so sensitive, sir…..”

she’s practically whining now, fidgeting in her seat. the heat has trickled down to her core, and oh gods, she needs some relief. but she can’t just…. ask him to leave so she can fix it herself, nor would it be proper to ask for his… help. so she settles on rubbing her thighs together under her dress, skin alight with every touch of his fingers on her neck.

"Of course you may. I am simply a healer, I have no place to be refusing a woman of your status. Do what you must to be comfortable. There shall be no eyes on you but mine."

It wasn't a lie, just a twisting of the truth. A softening of his words too make her stay relaxed, and compliant. He was good at hiding how his heart raced, and his eyes lingered along her collarbones.

"If you need assistance, I am at your command. I am happy to help with anything you may need, my lady. Anything at all."

her dazed eyes blink a few times, then she stands shakily, and fumbles with the buttons on the back of her dress.

“i cannot get this off- ugh, may i have your assistance?”

her skin feels so hot and smooth, her own touch causing a quiet whine to slip past her lips. elizabeth is shifting between her feet, thighs rubbing together for some semblance of relief.

gods, it’s all too much and not enough.

“please?”

her doe-like eyes blink up at him, pleading, already so desperate for- for what exactly? she doesn’t know anymore, just knows he said to trust him. and that she feels so good. and she wants to keep feeling good. and he said he’d help.

"Well of course. Lean forward, just a bit."

He moves closer to her, his hands meeting the buttons. He takes his time to undo them. His fingers linger on the fabric. It's a momentary tease as he lets himself take his time. He's just as gentle when he helps the fabric slide off her shoulders. The air against her skin feels cold, a contrast to the warmth of her body

For politeness sake, he would usually avert his eyes. A woman in nothing but her shift was meant to be respected. But he had to watch her, after all. To be sure of her safety.

"Is that any better, My Lady? Your face is still so flushed. I can only imagine how that feels..."

A hand moves to rest on her shoulder, attempting to help her keep stable. That skin is hot against his own. It's almost enough to make him drop his mask already.

“ohhhhhh that’s nice”

her voice is dreamy, and whenever his fingers touch her skin she gasps in relief, practically moaning when his hand is placed on her shoulder.

“i am so sorry for m- my impropriety good sir, but i- i cannot bear it anymore!”

with those words she pulls off her shift, bare except her stockings and collapses back into the chair. with her thick thighs exposed, there is no way to hide that she’s pressing them together for relief, eyes wide with neediness.

“please, sir help me! i do not know what to do, c- can you make the heat calm down, please!”

her whines fill the space, hips writhing around as if to wiggle off the warmth compressing inside her. the unknown substance has caused her shame and filter to completely drop, driven solely by need and absolutely not an ounce of her previously sharp mind. she doesn’t know what she’s begging for, only that he promised to help her…..

The herbalist just stands, watching. Allowing it a moment to set in, to test if she realized her own actions. His eyes flick over her body as he takes in what has been lain bare for his eyes.

“Tsk… oh, sweetheart.” He allows the pretense of titles to fall away. The slightly mocking tone of his voice drips out between the facade of care. “You really are not used to this at all. The amount of gave you would barely even bother me.”

He approaches slowly. Too slowly. He wants to watch her squirm. That was the prettiest thing about those who fell so easily to their own bodies. When he gets close enough to touch, he leans down, barely letting his fingertips brush her chest.

“How unfortunate. I expected more from you, Elizabeth. Royalty is supposed to have a better constitution than this.”

He allows his hand to press closer, running along her skin. He pauses just above her breast. Watching her press closer makes his heart skip a beat. So pretty.

“I am happy to help, though. Clearly you need it. Lay back into the pillows. Let me see you.”

her breaths come quick, pink glossy lips pouting as she whines.

“i trieddddd, tis simply too much!”

he could easily feel her racing heart under his hand, her eyes half shut, eyebrows screwed together in desperation. gods, she cannot even feel shame anymore, there is not a thought running through her mind except “more more more”

she lays back obediently, letting her knees fall open, immediately whimpering at the loss of pressure from her thighs rubbing together.

“is- is this good enough? please, i- i know i am behaving badly, but i am trying so desperately to be good! to listen! you’re just being so mean, and I’m trying to be good.”

her lip quivers, pathetic tears welling at his condescending tone.

“please, just help me feel good, i need to keep feeling good.”

“Mean? You see me as mean?” He grins, leaning in closer. “Aren’t I the one helping you? You asked me for this.”

He props one of his knees up on the cushion of the loveseat she was lounging on. He uses it to keep Elisabeth’s thighs open, body revealed to his gaze. Such a beautiful woman.

A hand trails down her chest. He runs his fingers along her hip, following the crease down to the warmth of her thigh. He pauses when she whines, the sound almost pathetic.

“Shh. Relax. This will only last as long as you do.”

He lets his hand dip deeper. His fingers press into the wetness to the soft folds bare for him. Pulling up slightly he lets his fingers brush the sensitive ball of nerves throbbing for attention. He works in slow, gentle circles, watching her reactions with a predatory glint in his eyes.

“ohhhh please, tis so good- i- i did ask, you’re right, ‘m sorry,” she whimpers, thighs twitching from the effort of keeping them open.

the way he was looking at her was making her just as warm and lightheaded as the tincture was making her. he was so attentive, no detail escaping him. she suddenly realizes what she’s been doing, the fact that she’s naked and intoxicated and letting a man she barely knows touch her so intimately.

“w- wait, i- this is not proper, i am sorry- you’re staring so hard i cannot focus- mmmm that feels so good, more please! wait, nonono, i think i asked to stop- more please please!!!”

her words keep contradicting each other, trying to grind her hips down and also run from the stimulus he was so gently providing.

gods, she didn’t mean a word. she wanted more so badly, surely her mind was wrong when her body wanted it so desperately…..

"Now my lady, is it stop or continue?" He asks, though his hand continues to move. He presses a bit firmer, watching as her hips writhe under his touch. "Shall I leave you to yourself?"

He pulls away for a moment. His eyes flick between her heaving chest and the look on her face. The need in those eyes is addicting. A lady of her stature, forced into a mewling mess. He lets her writhe for just a moment. A pathetic, beautiful moment.

"No, no..." he hums, moving back, sinking his fingers into that wetness once more and doubling his effort. "I shouldn't... you came to me for help, not to be toyed with. To do that would truly make me as mean as you keep muttering."

He says it as if this wasn't toying with her. As if this, constant touch and unspoken expectations, was care.

she squeaks in frustration when he pulls away, then moans louder when his touch returns, nodding along furiously to agree (just so he won’t stop again, gods that was torture).

“nooo i didn’t mean it, i want more, please!”

her whines are consistent now, every breath drawing out a moan as his touch gets faster and harder, eyes shutting in bliss.

“wan- wan’ something inside me, please?”

she’s slurring her speech, deliriously moaning from his careful ministrations.

His head perks up slightly at the slurred request. Now that, that was beautiful. Not the first time someone begged and pleaded for it, but it was not the last. Oh how he was tempted to just bear his teeth and sink in. Though no, no...

He couldn't leave any evidence beside fuzzy memories.

"Oh, sweetheart, now I can't push too far..." His other hand moves down, tracing along her thigh. "But you beg me so sweetly. How could I deny royalty?"

He presses two fingers together, slowly sinking them into her. He moves with the same practice of every other part of the process. Fingers curling up, the herbalist searches for that sweet spot that would make her whining get louder.

“oh. ohhhhh!”

when his fingers curled, she cannot help but arch up into his touch, and she begins to play with her tits, pinching and rolling her nipples, hard. her head swims from the amount of stimuli, hips rolling up to meet his hand. gods, everything felt so good, so nice, so lovely. she felt like she was floating, and the one thing keeping her from flying away was his fingers plunging into her soaked cunt.

“please, please, gonna cum!!”

He can't hold back a laugh as he watches her start to truly unravel. It was a power rush that he never got used to. The one high that never got old, at the end of the day.

"Good girl!" He coos, meeting her hips as she grinds down into his hand. "Relax for me. Feel your body, center in on that."

He allows her to rut, to seek out her own end. When he feels her tense, his eyes focus in on her face to watch every micro-expression. He wants to see those pretty eyes flutter, hazy and half-focused in a beautiful painting that he alone gets to observe.

the crease between her eyebrows deepens, several whines falling from her lips before one long whimpered “fffffuck” as she falls apart. his gaze feels heavy, and she fidgets under the scrutiny, trying to just enjoy the sensations. the praise he gives her causes her the blush on her round cheeks to deepen further, nodding as if to confirm she was good, she was a good girl.

the rosy flush on her face is so bright, heat practically sizzles off of her, glossy lips parted as she moans, eyes locked on his.