I know Magic.
You’re thinking I’m nuts, aren’t you?
Yeah, I thought that too. For the longest of times. I guess part of me still does.
But I know it. The Art, Kammeryn and friends call it.
Well, I guess I’m his friend too. We’re all part of what us Gifted call a “cabal.” Fancy word for a group of mages who work together and study together.
Every Gifted (or “Mage”, as you would call it) has to have a ritual performed on them that allows them to invoke the powers found in words in Arcanan, the lost language that wove together the universe. It’s like everyone else (and me, before the ritual) was just playing a game, blissfully unaware that some people could play with the cheats on.
Sometimes, cabals are tied around a symbolic theme, to strengthen the sympathetic ties members have to each other. Since Kammeryn is the one who started it off, he called the shots and themed us after the seven sins in Catholic lore.
Cain is Wrath, a large, imposing figure who makes me feel smaller and smaller the more I look at him. He knows a lot about the Art, and he sees himself as kind of an older brother figure to me. His hair is black and his eyes are a dramatic blue. Despite being called by Wrath, he doesn’t seem very angry at all, but according to the others, this is because I stay on the healthy side of his temper.
Vesti is Envy, a feisty redhead. She’s the same age as me, and we’ve been really close friends ever since we were kids; we go to the same high school and share most of the same classes. She’s kind of a plain jane, but I like that about her, and she’s really nice. She seems rather proud of her Irish heritage, and she looks it to the fullest, green eyes, red hair, covered in freckles.
Luca is our seer, with the symbolic tie to Sloth. She graduated two years ago from the same high school, but had no idea who she was until Kammeryn introduced us. The Seer ritual leaves her eyes a milky white, and she is supposedly blind, although her powers allow her to see just as well, if not better than the rest of us. She wears contacts when she goes out to help her look more normal. Her hair is long and platinum blonde, and her figure is very well toned. I think the guys would be on her in a minute if she wasn’t Kammeryn’s girl.
The twins, Josta and Juel, are Gluttony and Greed, respectively. Besides both being stuck up, they couldn’t be more different. Josta is a portly, wild eyed, spazmatic jerk and Juel is a thin, calm, collected jerk. Oh, they’re both jerks, that’s another similarity I suppose. They also share a tanned complexion, dark brown hair, and very prominent eyebrows, it wouldn’t take much work to guess they’d once looked very identical indeed. They go to some private school I’ve never heard of and wouldn’t visit if everyone in the school gave me a dollar.
Ricolette is Pride. Strangely, she doesn’t talk much, but listens intently to all that is said and researches more diligently than anyone except Kammeryn and Luca. Her long dark hair flows down in gentle waves and her eyes are crystal blue, almost twinkling when she speaks. Toned legs with the slightest paleness in her skin make her a beautiful, delicate seeming figure. She’s more of a “workaholic” than a “shy quiet type”, but I haven’t really talked to her enough to know what she’s like.
Nobody knows why Kammeryn doesn’t have a tie to the group. I figure it’s just the best situation for him, being the leader and all.
That leaves me. Arcos. Short brown hair, brown eyes, in every way average. I used to be a little bit on the chubby side, but I’ve been growing out of it.
I am the sin of Lust.
But it wasn’t always that way…
***
I woke up to another day, just like any other before it. But it wasn’t. It was a Saturday, and my good friend Lauren had asked if I wanted to go for pizza. Although usually she wasn’t the type to set up these kind of things, I wasn’t one to turn down pizza, so I had agreed the Wednesday before.
I got up and jumped in the shower. After about ten seconds of hot water, things turned for the worse and I screamed in shock as the cold hit me like a brick. Stupid Ryan, always taking all the hot water. I told Dad to get him to conserve a little so that it would still be hot for me, but that guy wasted water like no other. Plus, Dad’s always on his side because he’s the youngest and whatnot. Eh. I digress.
I got out and got dressed in a gray tee shirt and some jeans. I’d just finished slipping on my shoes when the doorbell rang. I ran downstairs to go answer it.
Lauren’s smiling face greeted me. She was wearing a green tank top and short shorts. Her long legs ended in black converse.
“You ready?”
“Yeah. That a new car?” I said, looking out to see a white van instead of her mother’s gray sedan.
She paused. “Yeah. C’mon!” she said joyfully.
I walked out with no hesitation. The windows of the van were tinted, so I couldn’t see inside. Fully trusting my friend, I still couldn’t help but walk a bit slowly. I pulled open the door to the van and heard a single, strange word before I passed out.
“Morcere.”
***
I woke in a very sparse basement of some kind, with strange symbols etched in the ground. The central area had some sort of large chalk circle, in which I was at the center. I was surrounded by people, all wearing black robes. Among them my friend Lauren. I was tied to a chair, and there was duct tape across my mouth. Despite my apparent kidnapping, I felt strangely calm.
A strange man, wearing a long black robe, spoke in a strong, commanding voice. “Greetings, Jonathan. As you have probably realized, you have been currently incapacitated and are incapable of speech. I assure you the restraints are necessary. That said, this is purely a social call. The one you call Lauren is more than she appears. She was Gifted four months ago with a power, the likes of which most of mankind does not know. She’s a Mage, Jonathan.”
I looked to Lauren, perplexed. She looked at me back as if she was afraid she’d dissappointed me. The last time I saw her look like this was when she told me she wouldn’t be able to go see the Owl City concert with me two months ago.
What the strange man said next didn’t help any.
He continued on to explain everything I have told you so far, about the Arcanan language, the cabal, and its current membership. Each person introduced themselves in turn, starting with the strange man himself, who called himself “Kammeryn”.
The memory of hearing Lauren call herself Vesti for the first time has always had this strange, chilling effect on me, I believe it signified in my mind that reality as I knew it had changed forever. I looked into her eyes for moments that seemed like hours. “What’s going on?” I thought.
She looked down to avert my gaze. No help.
“What’s with the names?” I thought to myself, once they’d finished.
Kammeryn spoke. “As you’ve noticed, our names aren’t quite what normal people possess. They’re Shadow names. Arcanan nicknames, if you will. They keep sympathetic ties to our magic stronger while keeping sympathetic ties to ourselves weaker. In short, it’s a simple way of keeping other mages off our trail.”
“There are other mages?” I wondered.
“Yes. There aren’t many cabals here in Benton, but in New York where I come from, the number of mages is closer to two hundred. Here, it’s more like a few dozen. Luca estimates that with the current human population at over seven billion, about seventy thousand of them are mages, roughly one one-hundredth of a percent. We’re a scarce breed, to be sure.”
I stopped a moment and thought.
“You’re wondering why we brought you here. And yes, I’m scanning your mind, although I will stop briefly to allow you your privacy. In short, I came to make you a deal, Jonathan. To join the Arcanan elite. To work for our Cabal. To become one of the Gifted. A Mage.”
“Dispar,” came a word from elsewhere in the room. The tape lifted from my mouth.
“Why me?”
“I chose Luca. Luca chose Cain. Cain chose Josta, who chose Juel, who chose Ricolette, who chose Vesti. You are the end of the chain. Once we have the seventh link, we can become a complete cabal.”
“How am I supposed to believe you?”
“You got here somehow, didn’t you? What was the last thing you remember?”
“A word.”
“A word of Arcanan. Morcere.” As he spoke it, a small tendril of darkness curled around his fingertip, pointed straight at the ground. It startled me a bit.
A pause.
“How am I supposed to trust you?”
“Trust is something that must be earned, and sadly I do not have time to build that with you before your initiation. However, if you wish to go back to the way things were, I can speak a word and your memory of this event will be gone forever.” He sighed. “And I will have wasted many a breath on this explanation,” he chuckled.
“I’ll do it,” came words from my mouth.
To this day, I don’t know what caused me to say it so fast. To be so sure.
“Very well then,” he said. It was the first and almost the last time I saw Kammeryn smile.
They undid my restraints and removed my shirt, placing me flat against my stomach on the ground around the circle. Someone straddled my back. A pattern of three circles was drawn, connected to form a triangle. Then more, I’m not sure what exactly. It didn’t hurt very much.
“Finished the tattoo,” Kammeryn said.
“TATTOO?” I almost yelled. Everyone in the room laughed.
“Don’t worry. Only Gifted can see it. Most of us had the same reaction.” he said.
“Is that it?” I asked.
“Not quite.” He got off of my back.
“Well, what now?”
Then came the ritual. Kammeryn read loudly from a scroll consisting entirely of words in a language and alphabet I did not understand. Every once in a while, one of the group members would repeat swatches of what he said. The circle started to glow with a muted white. I floated in the air. At the time, it had been a marvelously new but very frightening experience, that was until a searing pain jolted through my back. A strange, ethereal glow came out of nowhere, deep blue in color. What made it worse was I think it was coming from me. Kammeryn continued, the words strengthened, coming to a crescendo. Then, four. or. five. words. punctuated. very. thickly. at. the. end.
I lost consciousness.
***
“Now you can say you know what it’s like to go unconscious twice in the same day, eh?” shot back the familiar voice of my friend who was once called Lauren.
“Heh,” I barely managed to retort. The first and last time I’d ever been knocked unconscious was my doing, trying to be impressive but failing miserably, not too long after we’d both started high school. It was always one of her favorite things to tease me about.
“You doing all right?” she asked, brushing my hair to one side.
“Heh. Yeah. This is some crazy stuff, huh?” I said.
“Yeah. I haven’t quite gotten used to it either. But it’ll be all right. We can get through this. Together.” she said.
“Arcos” Kammeryn shot forth, causing my eyes to almost roll back into my head uncontrollably.
“Wha?” I stuttered out. After a pause, I regained my composure and started to get to my feet.
“That is to be your Shadow Name. Your advancing magical nature chose it for itself.”
“Hmmm… I kinda like it,” I said, brushing the dirt from my jeans and taking in my surroundings. Everyone except Kammeryn was now changed out of their ritual attire, Lauren now wearing what I first saw her in and everyone else dressed likewise casual. It certainly disjointed the former air of unity the black robes held, but did nothing to calm my nerves.
“How long was I out?”
“Awhile,” Vesti said.
Ricolette advanced toward the blinds and pulled them open. I winced, expecting the sunlight of mid-afternoon, only to find it had been dark outside.
“We’ll take the van back to your house, and drop you off. Not a word as to what has happened. Over the next few days, you shall be trained in the Art.”
Over the next week or so, I was given many interesting lessons on the nature of Magic as it related to society and culture in the last millennium or so that, despite being highly informative and very interesting, found their way to annoy the heck out of me. Not a single word of the Arcanan language was taught to me then, save my sign word. It was like being told you could have ice cream, then getting handed a bucket and shoved outside to go milk the cow. Except “ice cream” was “the raw essence of power codified into singular words.”
Lessons blur into each other, but this much really stuck in my memory:
***
Kammeryn directed my attention to the chalk board on one wall of the room.
“There are three words on your back that form the triangular pattern like so,” he said, drawing three circles with interconnecting lines, then writing words which he began to explain. “Sign, House, and Tag. ‘House’ refers to the magical tradition you were Gifted under, and is thus placed on top. ‘Tag’ refers to your Shadow name, the left of the circle, and ‘Sign’ refers to your magical forte, as it was chosen for your role in the cabal. So, in completing our theme, you were chosen as Lust.” He paused and then continued. “So, in your case, the markings are Kothrin, your house,” he said, drawing the archaic symbol that might as well have been in Chinese, “Arcos,” he said, filling in the left blank, “and desdiri, the Arcanan word for Lust,” he said, filling in the final blank.
“Hmmm…” I said. “So what would your three be?” I asked.
Kammeryn paused as if I’d insulted his mother. “As I am the one who Gifted you, I am likewise House Kothrin, and you already know my Shadow Name.” Cain and Ricolette were looking at me as if I’d made some sort of dire mistake.
This was the first of many indications I recieved that Kammeryn’s Sign Word was the elephant in the room, talk about it and I might suffer repercussions of the supernatural kind.
***
“So, how do I cast spells?” I said on the one-week anniversary of my Gifting. I’d decided to grin and bear it for about six days too long.
“You speak, the universe listens,” said Ricolette, out of nowhere. I’d made a habit of totally forgetting she was in the room.
Kammeryn jumped in. “Yes, to put it simply. Whenever you speak a word of Arcanan, you choose an energy to manipulate. Your thoughts then give shape to your will. The more focus, the more of your personal energy you devote, and the deeper your sympathetic connection to the energies you are manipulating, the stronger your spell. Let’s focus on the first two,” he said.
“Ignis!” he shouted, thrusting his hand upward. A blast of fire the likes of which could make jealous even elite pyrotechnicians shot forth from his outstretched hand. It was like watching one of those explosions in the movies, but close up. I thought the ceiling would have collapsed.
“Little focus, vast reserves of energy,” Kammeryn said, out of breath. “Now, watch this. Ignis,” he said. Fire came from his palm, this time in the form of a small orb that danced and flitted in his hand. It was like a large lightning bug had caught on fire and maintained composure long enough to dance, before dissipating into nothing.
“Careful focus, small amounts of energy. And practice, practice helps,” he said. “Same word, just different ideas. The caster speaks, the universe listens. Not just to the word, but to the will. That’s why focus is so important in casting. Now, we’re going to have a little exercise in mind reading,” he said, grabbing five cards from the only cabinet in the entire basement.
That’s when I learned some of the most important words I’d ever learn in my magical career.
“Scienti” was the word of knowledge and of thought. Using this, I could read minds and know things that would not be immediately apparent, so long as they were set in the present time. Luca explained that the future is almost entirely the dominion of the Seers.
“Desdiri” was my own sign word. It only really means “wanting”, and using it allowed me to manipulate desire.
“Arcna” was the word for Magic itself, often used in enchanting. Kammeryn said its applications were very limited otherwise.
“Oscura” was a weird one.
“It doesn’t really mean anything,” said Kammeryn.
“What?”
“Well, to put it better, nobody knows what it means. It’s a word without an English equivalent. This happens very often in foreign languages. We call it ‘Haze’ because it cloaks things, causes things to fade into insignificance. It also allows for the deletion of memories. It requires quite a bit of focus to tailor out only what you want gone, but it is helpful to avoid revealing your nature.”
He taught me a bit about memory tailoring, which took two whole hours from front to back.
“Also, note that two words can be combined. These are usually called ‘rote spells’ or ‘rotes’ for short. They are the simplest type of true spell. For example, to tailor out memories of the Arcanan language, all you have to do is combine it with Oscura.” he said. “This leaves mortals with no knowledge of any Arcanan words you may have spoken. They never remember you opening your mouth. It’s a useful cover when your spells are covert and you don’t want to explain away lost time used in a full memory wipe. So, just picture the words fading to gibberish or muting out. Your mouth closing where you once said something. And utter ‘oscura arcna.'”
“Hmmm…” I said, trying to figure out situations where that would be useful. Night was swiftly arriving and I hadn’t made much more progress before it came time to drive me back home.
***
Sunday passed without incident into the first Monday where I’d had some sort of control over my new power.
And anyone would be foolish to think I wouldn’t find some new way to abuse the heck out of it.
First was Chemistry. I had copied the three signs for the spells I’d learned into a notebook. It was strange; where before I saw only gibberish, I now saw the signs and knew what Arcanan word they were tied to. And, after a short calligraphic lesson from Luca, I’d learned some of the major differences between Arcanan Calligraphy and Chinese characters. Quite different, actually.
I looked to the chemical formulas on the board. We were going over reaction types.
“Two words…” I thought.
“Scienti desdiri” rolled off my tongue, just strong enough to be audible to anyone who might have been paying attention, which was nobody.
I focused my will upon the lust of my fellow classmates. Nothing of particular interest. A girl in the back, Becca, was thinking about some hunk in her next period. Were they having sex? I thought. Nope, came the reply of her mind. She’s… virgin? My mind half answered, half asked. Something about the aura her lust emitted made me almost sure of that. I scanned my sixth sight forward to the teacher, who had two kids. I saw a definite different “feel” between the two. “Scienti” I uttered under my breath again, to scan her mind just a fragment deeper. I searched for sexual thoughts, feelings, experiences. I couldn’t get specifics delving into memories, but if my query returned results, I’d feel a weakness or strength in the energies I felt. Nothing. It was like the girl hardly even knew what sex was. I shot my focus to the other side of the room. A geeky kid hiding an awkward erection. Just beside him, a fairly nice girl…
“Gosh”, I thought. “She’s kind of a whore.”
Alexandria Mason. 4.0 student. Sports star, track, basketball, tennis.
Reading her aura for the first time was like seeing a dry-erase board. Some people, like the girl in the back, read pure white. Some, like the teacher, held a few marks here and there.
Hers was like a class full of caffeine-riddled eight year olds in their first drawing lesson. All sorts of markings, all sorts of places.
But it didn’t make sense, I thought. She’s nice. She’s friendly, but not slutty in the slightest.
I knew I was missing something. It was like I saw scribbles. So many marks, but I didn’t know what they meant. I couldn’t grasp the bigger picture.
I’d have to get back to Kammeryn on this.
The bell rang.
I ignored most of my other classes in favor of scanning people’s thoughts. Even the most mundane of things became more interesting given my new-found knowledge. Like when we were reading “Gone With The Wind” in English. Every time the teacher, a male, put on his character voice for Rhett Butler, one of the only girls who ever listened had a lust spike something serious. Whether she had the hots for the fictional character or the teacher, I wasn’t sure.
Last period of the day swung around seemingly quickly, my new favorite game hadn’t quite lost it’s flavor, in fact it had only picked up steam.
Drama was the only class besides lunch where I interacted with the lower classmen. I sat down in the seats in the auditorium we use for roll while my focus absentmindedly brushed past three freshman, sports snobs, ditzy mean girls. Sex experience… present. Still virgin? I went back and refocused.
Only oral. The same for all three of them.
Nobody’d ever pleasured them. They’ve only pleasured others (and themselves).
No matter how horrible they were, something made me feel sorry for them. They might not have seen it. They might have thought they were “in love” or something. Doing it for the idiotic jocks who supposedly cared about them. But they were just being used, and the only one who cared was some mystically trained junior in their Drama class who’d never, ever reach a hand out to help them.
My focus moved around almost everyone in the class.
“Shit!” I accidentally said out loud.
Gracie Monten was the sweetest, cutest little freshman in the lot. Her attire alternated between skirts and short shorts, with much more variety in the tops. Today it was a tight-fitting black tee shirt with some sparkly design, and a pair of denim shortshorts. Black Vans finished up the outfit. Her hair was short, light and blonde, and her eyes were a muted, almost milky blue. Her breasts were just coming in, A, maybe B, and her figure was slender, still holding onto most of that prepubescent baby fat. She was one full quarter into highs school but still pretty much looked like an 8th grader. “Spunky” was a great word to describe her, energy, attitude, and cuteness unlike most high schoolers.
She also had the libido of a fricking nymphomaniac.
I tried to rationalize this with what I knew about her, quite a lot despite how infrequently we’ve talked. Nothing. She seemed so innocent, so sweet. I couldn’t pinpoint this anomaly, it was even worse than Alex earlier that day.
Still a virgin.
“What?” I questioned myself. Her sexual interest and curiosity was crazy high, higher than quite a few men I’d come across.
It struck me. She’s into porn. REALLY into porn. Or something like that, I couldn’t be sure.
We took roll and the drama teacher slowly began the explanation of our next assignment. Seeing as this was my only elective of the day, I figured I could at least pay a little attention. I let the spell dim out of my mind as my focus turned instead to what the teacher was saying.
Essentially, we were going to be doing a unit on some more serious plays than we usually did, learning elements of vocal production and learning to carry emotion as we spoke. He handed us a sheet containing some overviews of scenes we could pick.
Vesti, or rather Lauren seeing as I was at school, rested her head on my shoulder.
“We gonna be partners?”
“Not this time. I want to give someone else a shot. I know how great of a liar you are already,” he said, smiling.
She didn’t seem disappointed; this wasn’t the first time I decided to experiment with different drama partners, and she decided she’d do this scene with one of her girl friends.
I scanned rapidly for something boy-girl, knowing ever since he explained the assignment exactly what I was going to do, and who I was going to do it with.
I was going to get to know the secret side of Gracie Monten.
I found some bit from a play I’d never heard of, just enough to convince her without turning her away from the idea it would be a tad romantic.
I scuttled up to her and played my cards as I always did in this class, from a purely-business, this-is-how-the-scene-is-done perspective. Lightly stroke their ego, tell them it’ll give them a good grade, and…
“Okay, I guess,” Gracie said, half-smiling.
“Great.” I went to tell the teacher to get us prints of the script so we could start going over it.
Looking at the script, it was exactly what I needed. I handed over one of the copies.
“It’s just over a page and a half, only one or two big lines, setting is minimal, blocking shouldn’t be tough,” I said. “Where do you want to go to practice?”
I winced. This was the one part of my plan that didn’t account for a large margin of error.
“Hmmm… what about backstage? Over there?” she said, pointing at what any true thespian would call “offstage left”. Where she was referring to was probably the couch that the department used for a show that advanced drama was putting on. I nodded and we went back there to find it already occupied.
Perfect.
“Hey, what about the upstairs set dock?” I suggested.
“What?”
I forgot who I was speaking to.
“Upstairs? Have you ever been?”
“What do you mean?” she said, still obviously clueless.
“Here, I’ll show you,” I said, going into the area behind the stage. It was dark, echoing, and strange. But any naive freshman with a sense of adventure couldn’t help but wander near it. When I first took this class, I’d be scolded to no end for going back here. But now I have the Arcanan advantage.
She approached the large room where trucks were loaded and unloaded with some of the larger sets with little caution. Her naivete was immediately apparent. Toward the end, where the stairs started, she hesitated.
“C’mon, it’s cool up there.”
“Uhh… okay.”
Like the spider and the fly, I thought to myself.
We ascended the staircase with little difficulty. Our steps echoed as we reached the top, where a small hallway that led to the various technical rooms of the auditorium was.
“Okay, cold read, starting on your line.”
We slowly advanced to half the page before I coughed. Or, rather, she thought I coughed.
“Oscura.”
Precaution 1: The echoes are certain to be heard if anyone went looking for us. The blanket of protection the Haze word afforded us would be crucial. And it was loud but clear enough that my magical nature could feel the blanket of the spell surround us.
I beat my chest to continue the illusion. “Sorry, a bit drafty up here,” I said, lapsing straight into my line.
Two more lines before I gave up some of the illusion.
“Desdiri,” I uttered, low, fast, and fierce. I curled the energy of the spell like a stress ball into my hand, and softly linked it to her.
“What?” she said, breaking character.
“Nothing. Continue.”
I squeezed down on the spell, channeling energy into it. For some reason, it didn’t deplete me like the haze did.
She stuttered out her line.
I followed with mine.
She halfway finished hers, when…
Squeeze, hard.
She fell to her knees.
“You all right?” I said, helping her up.
“Uhhh… I…” she said.
“Man, I hit her hard,” I thought.
She tried to nod affirmative.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” came my line. I stopped. Tension held thick in the air.
Now we strike.
I stepped forward to kiss her. I only had to bend slightly, and she went up to meet me halfway. The kiss grew passionate and deep as I lifted her up, grabbing her waist tight as her legs curled around my own waist. I broke from it to draw a soft line of kisses up her jawline, up to her ear where I nibbled her earlobe slightly before breathing hotly. A soft moan escaped her lips. I kneeled forward to press her back against the wall, her legs quickly disentangling, leaving her pressed against the wall. I backed off.
“Let me see you. All of you,” I said.
“You want me to strip?” she said. She bit her bottom lip. “I don’t know about…”
The more sentences I let her finish, the slower this happened. I found my “stress ball” spell had not quite lost itself, and pushed a new desire into her mind. The desire to be seen as sexy. The desire to be naked.
“Okay,” she said, with a coy, mischievous smile. She kicked her shoes off with little problem, and reached to unbutton her pants. She turned sideways and bent over, gently caressing her legs as she slid down the waistband from both sides. She stepped out with her right leg as her left leg kicked them backwards to a crumpled heap against the cold stone walls of the building. She straightened up and grabbed the sides of her shirt, pulling them off in a quick, elegant crisscross. She started in on her panties before I got ahold of myself.
“No. Wait,” I said.
I got something of a disappointed moan from her, but that didn’t make her any more resistant when I grabbed her body and flipped it around, her almost naked back against my chest. I leaned in to kiss her neck and lick her earlobe, eliciting another small moan from her. I fondled her breast through the light fabric of her bra as my other hand went to the back. I pressed my hand against her breast as I undid the clasp, now holding the bra in place.
“Say you want this,” I whispered into her ear, breathing warmly.
“Yes,” she said, almost pleadingly.
My hand broke away, causing the bra to fall to the floor. I moved my other hand to her front and started gently kneading her breasts. She was pretty much lost to the sensation of my touch and her hot breath, eliciting soft moans as I rubbed her. I was lost to the sensation of her, until I felt something on the crotch of my jeans, and reflexively backed away and turned her back around.
Her panties were soaked.
Like, really soaked.
“Oooh, someone’s a little wet,” I said.
“Umm… yeah… I always had a little extra… lubrication… down there,” she said, her mind still heady with lust.
“Hehe. Very well then. Perhaps I should clean you up,” I said.
I bent down and grabbed the sides of her panties. Some of her lubrication had dribbled down the sides, leaving her thighs moist. I slowly slid her panties down and adjusted her position so she had her back was flat against the wall, knees bent and legs spread. I lowered myself to put her legs on my shoulders, holding her up against the wall slightly, my face almost flush against her soft, pink cunt. Either puberty had not made its rounds here, or she shaved. I didn’t care which.
I sniffed slightly. Nothing I could put a name to, but nice. I softly licked the edges of her moist exterior lips as I experimented with her reactions. I licked up and down, almost teasingly, my face getting soaked with her secretions. I tried a few quick, light thrusts, each of which earned me a small gasp of surprise. I turned my attentions upward a bit and found her clitoris. After a few tentative, teasing approaches, I started attacking it with a soft, thrumming rhythm, stopping every once in a while to stimulate the entirety of her moist nethers. Without the spell dampening the noise, no doubt the noise would have called in every last person in the class from the lobby to here. Perhaps it was the echoes, but from my vantage, her moans were deep, loud, and intense.
“I’m… I’m…” she said. She didn’t get to finish her warning as her back arched, causing her juices to splash my face head-on.
Squirter. Dang.
I backed away and slowly let her slide down the wall. She stayed there for a few moments, breathing heavy.
“You alright?” I asked, smiling. Despite the energy needed to stimulate her, I was still fresh and chipper, she’d looked like she’d just run a marathon.
“That was the best orgasm of my LIFE,” she said. “Then again, I don’t know what it is, you get me so damn horny.”
First time I’d heard her cuss. Not the point.
“You’ve orgasmed before?” I said, mock inquiringly.
“Just… umm…”
“You play with yourself. Fair game, I’m guilty as well,” I said.
“So… uh…” she said. I started to get up, as if to leave.
My spare hand curled into the ball again to find the spell still active. I poured energy into it as it surged back to life, creating one last desire:
The desire to suck cock.
“Wait,” she said, trying to get up, then slipping on the now wet floor.
“Hey. You all right?” I said for maybe the third time that hour.
“Don’t I get to return the favor?”
I scoffed, as if the idea was particularly surprising to me. Two years of this drama course had really paid off. “You’re saying you want to?”
“Yeah. Don’t boys like getting… their…”
I don’t know what I found more cute: The way she said “boys” or the extreme hesitance she still had about this mess despite being in a naked, post-orgasmic wreck in front of me.
“Yeah. Sure, why not,” I said. I said, finally getting to my feet and undoing my belt. She got to her knees, and due to her shortness in stature she was just a few inches beneath my crotch.
I undid the buttons and unzipped them. My erection, already rock-solid from the only direct sexual contact I’d gotten in my life, burst free. My pants fell to the ground and I pulled down my boxers, leaving my six and a half inches freely exposed.
“Man, it’s kinda chilly up here. You sure you’re all right?”
“Yeah. I feel so warm,” she said. She inched forward to make contact. She started stroking it, gently at first, then trying a little faster. She flicked her tongue out, slightly unsure of the taste, but the magically implanted desire keeping her going.
I soon realized that, having no clue what she was doing, this could get very unsatisfying, very quickly.
I pulled out my ace in the hole.
“Scienti desdiri”. I said, pressing the spell onto her with my mind. She looked at me sideways, apparently unaware I’d said anything. She took in the first inch or so and I knew I did it: I imprinted my personal desires onto her mind, if only for a moment.
She smiled a bit as she took it in, licking, sucking. Her free hand went to go play with herself, a light, gentle fingering that caused her to almost purr as she took me in. She seemed so eager, so curious. For awhile she tried to see how deep she could get it in, after about three inches she stopped and gagged. She seemed almost disappointed, she knew she’d gotten a positive reaction from me and she wished she could do better. Quickly resolving to continue anyway, she licked up and down my length, slowing down as she hit the tip. She then got aggressive, taking the first few inches in quick, short gulps. I grabbed the back of her head and assisted her thrusts.
“Yes, yes, yes…”
She switched things up, licking the bottom of the tip. This practically drove me wild.
“Gracie, I’m gonna cum…”
She pressed the bottom of my cock onto her tongue and continued swirling against it, gently but quickly stroking me, leaving her mouth open enough for me to see my cum shoot out in thick gobs over her tongue. One strand shot to the side as she pulled out my cock and swallowed.
I rested a bit against the side of the wall, both of us breathing heavily. A gob of cum was the only trace left on her lips.
“You got something,” I said, motioning.
She wiped her lips with her finger and licked it off, smiling.