Spermamancy and the Bully Witch
Copyright© 2022 by Maracorby
Chapter 8
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 8 - 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
The next day, after hours of reading in a new text, Laurel decided to really push, and see how far she could force the shape of a summoned creature. When she cast the spell, instead of the materialization of a furry frog with wings, there was an explosion of vile fluids and viscera. Covered in goo, Laurel checked and rechecked her steps to figure out how it went so wrong. Finally, she reviewed her assumptions and checked her summoning circle. It had been sabotaged.
When she opened the door to her bedroom to get her things for a shower, she found Chelle and Ashton sitting on the edge of her bed, naked. Her hand was at work on his package, trying to coax him hard. Laurel had never had romantic designs on Ashton, and yet she was jealous.
“Oh, hey! Glad you’re here!” Chelle said standing up. She towered over her sexual partner. “Can you show me that refractory period spell again? I thought I had it down, but, you know,” she said, gesturing at Ashton’s dick.
Laurel didn’t respond - she just dug in the closet for her robe and picked up her shower basket.
“And when are we going to get to that birth control spell?” Chelle continued. “It should be one of my safe days, but you can never be too careful.”
Laurel sighed and yanked at Ashton’s mystical energies, turning her hands indelicately to help retune his body. Immediately blood began to flow into Ashton’s dick once again. Laurel picked up her things again and dashed out.
“Thanks!” Chelle said apologetically before the door closed.
Laurel deliberately took a long shower, but when she returned to her room, the short man was between the tall woman’s legs, pumping away. Laurel left again after throwing her gut-stained clothes in the hamper.
After dinner, Laurel psyched herself up to confront Summer. She would apologize and reset their relationship - put an end to the animosity.
“Um, Summer, I was hoping I could talk to you,” Laurel said uncertainly.
“What was that?” Summer said impatiently.
“I wanted to apologize...”
“What was that? Speak up!”
“I wanted to say I’m...”
“God, speak clearly!” Summer erupted, stepping into Laurel’s personal space. “I can’t stand this mewling! If you’ve got something to say, say it. To my face. Be a woman!”
Summer’s scorn just made Laurel softer and less sure of herself. She backed away. “I know we got off on the wrong foot, but I...”
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