Spermamancy and the Bully Witch
Copyright© 2022 by Maracorby
Chapter 4
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 4 - A college summer retreat to study magic with other talented young mages. A meeting of minds, and hopefully, bodies. It could be a hotbed of inspiration - and conflict. There is unrealized power in sperm.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Fiction Magic Demons Anal Sex Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Revenge
When the first Show and Tell was called, Jennifer asked that everyone introduce themselves, talk a little about their lives and what they were studying here at camp.
“I’m Chelle and I’m studying theater arts at Northwestern. But I don’t exactly have the body for most leading roles,” Laurel’s roommate said with a smile that encouraged the group to laugh. “So I’m here working on glamours to expand my options. It won’t help with film, of course, but you might see me on stage as Eva Peron someday.”
Laurel’s turn came around. “I’m Laurel. I’m an undergrad. I want to be a veterinarian.” She added, “I like animals.”
Jennifer coaxed her. “And you’re here...?”
“I’m here studying summoning,” Laurel rushed to answer. “I want to protect myself from demons.”
Next came the beautiful man. “I’m Michael. No college - just studying magic with the family. My life’s goal is to invent a spell. I don’t care what it does, as long as I’m remembered for creating it.”
Maxie challenged him. “That’s impossible - it’s all been done. There hasn’t been a new spell in a hundred years.”
Laurel chimed in, eager to support the most crush-worthy boy at the retreat. “That’s not true! In World War Two a Russian medic invented a spell to treat frostbite!” Laurel looked for confirmation at Jennifer, who nodded.
“Fine, seventy-five years, then,” Maxie acceded.
“Maybe you’re right,” Michael shrugged, “but a guy’s got to have a dream.
Theo was studying to be an architect. Maxie was interested in memory spells. Toria was working on weather prediction.
“Summer,” the yoga beauty introduced herself. “I’m here practicing haruspicy.”
“No!” Laurel blurted. All eyes were on her; Summer’s were as sharp as knives. “It’s cruel,” Laurel added meekly.
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