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Chapter 11

Actually eating in the cafeteria felt hollow after what had occurred moments before. Even stranger, I could tell that the girls were experiencing an afterglow equal to my own, as if they were the ones who’d had the most intense climaxes of their lives.

They remained naked throughout the meal, occasionally pawing at my crotch only to be swatted away by yours truly. The two of them made me alternate feeding them fruit as they nuzzled into either side of me, and I was simultaneously alarmed and charmed by the unprecedented levels of clinginess I was currently witnessing.

Tizzy and Kasirah wore love-drunk expressions for a while, speaking in softer voices than usual, occasionally panting breathlessly. I had no sense of just how normal or abnormal this behavior was for monster ladies, but the longer it went on, the more I thought I should err on the side of “pretty freaking unusual.”

“Mmm. Big Brother. Do we really have to leave here? Let’s just stay wrapped up together all day. Just you and me,” the jackalope murmured in my ear.

“And me,” the valkyrie chimed in, sounding mildly belligerent.

“...No.”

I forced a friendly smile, trying to get things on track. “Aren’t you curious how potent your spells will be now that you’re topped up on mana in ways you’ve never experienced before?”

The two traded glances behind my back and shrugged. “No,” they said in unison.

“Well, I am,” I declared. “This is turning out to be a great first day and all, but we’re here to learn magic, dammit, and as a human who is pretty new to the concept, I don’t intend to waste my time here. As the great Alexander Hamilton once said, I am not throwing away my shot.”

“Isn’t that what you just did?” Kasirah asked me.

Tizzy’s antler poked my forehead as she tried to mimic the way the other girl was nuzzling me.

It was harder than I’d hoped, but the girls eventually did sort of pull off a reset, particularly once they were dressed and out in public. It wasn’t as if a bucket of water had poured over their heads, but I did get the sense that they were kind of waking up from a happy dream.

“S-so,” Kasirah said as we made our way back out onto the grounds. “Where should we go?”

“I’m just following my Big Brother,” Tizzy declared, proudly posing with her hands on her hips.

“You know, Tizzy, I’ve been thinking. Maybe this ‘Big Bro’ thing isn’t working out if we’re going to be—you know,” I performed the universal hand sign for having sex.

She cocked her head for a moment, apparently not understanding, but then her eyes welled up with tears when she finally grasped my meaning. “You don’t want me to call you—”

“Never mind,” I said, having very little resistance—or maybe just patience—for her tears. “Forget I said anything.”

She wiped her eyes and nodded, brightly smiling all of a sudden. “You got it, Big Bro!”

We started off walking fairly aimlessly. The girls had a way better understanding of the grounds than I did, being on their way to their third year, but for some reason they just appeared content to let me lead them toward nothing in particular.

It was fine by me, in any case. I preferred to be more of an independent type of person when I could be. But I did allow myself to ask a few questions every now and then. After about thirty minutes of wandering, we ended up at the end of a bricked path, staring down at an open field whose grass appeared freshly mowed—or perhaps was just simply not allowed to grow taller than an inch.

“Is this some kind of sport field?” I asked. The question was kind of obvious, admittedly, since there wasn’t much else it could be. The field was rectangular, with a white line down the middle and white borders all around the perimeter. I took it for paint at this distance, but honestly it could have just been grass manipulated to grow white in exactly those spots.

“This is a practice arena. There’s a bigger one near the amphitheater,” Kasirah said. Then, perking up, she asked, “Do you want to play a game?”

The notion obviously intrigued me. “What kinds of games do you like to play as witches?”

“Let’s play HOG!” Tizzy exclaimed.

“Alright,” I said, slipping my hands in my pockets as we made our way toward the rectangular field. “Walk me through the rules.”

“It’s simple!” Tizzy said. “One of us casts a spell. The others have to cast the same spell, with the same flourishes and tweaks. If you fail, you have to tell a Truth or perform a Dare.”

Kasirah giggled an almost nostalgic sounding giggle. “I used to play this when I was a girl.”

Imagining the two of them as children confused me. It felt as though Tizzy at least had only recently been blessed with the ability to take a humanoid form, so she would have been... a baby bunny with little antlers, I guess. That was a dramatic contrast to the almost offensively cute and sexy woman before me now.

“Can I ask you girls a question?” I started.

“Save it for the game,” Kasirah said, jabbing me in the chest with her finger. She then pushed off of my chest with both hands and stepped backwards into the field.

The second she was inside, the white perimeter appeared to light up, though it was hard to tell due to the sun’s position in the sky. Still, I did notice the effect.

Tizzy followed after her seconds later, laughing and skipping into the play area. Tizzy pulled her wand out of the back of her khaki shorts, and with a flick, it expanded from a stubby length to a full size. Kasirah, for her part, clapped her hands, and her wand materialized between them. She licked her lips slightly as she looked my way, perhaps seeing if I reacted to her display.

“Nice moves,” I said, humoring her. “You’ll have to teach me that one later.”

“You shouldn’t admit you don’t know it,” she said. “Now I know one way for you to get your first letter.”

I furrowed my brow. “My first letter?”

“Oh!” Tizzy said, jumping in place. “I forgot! You can only fail three times. Each time you fail, you get a letter: H, O, and then finally, G. Hence the name of the game! After the game is over, the losers become servants for a day to the winner, and they have to obey all her commands.”

“Or his commands,” I corrected her, winking. I used my own little trick, and the wand in my jacket sleeve shot forward. I caught it within my grasp with ease. “Shall we begin?”

We each plucked a handful of grass blades, mixed them together, and took one blade from my closed fist. The longest blade, which Kasirah pulled, got to cast the first spell, which the rest of us had to replicate.

“Umbra Duplexio!” Kasirah shouted, and the unfamiliar words made my brows lift with fascination. I watched the movement of her wand intently, the subtle downward flick as she raised her arm upward on the elbow, followed by a left to right swish in an upside-down V. I barely caught the offhand finger snap at the end.

My heart thudded in my chest as I worried over whether I’d be able to copy the spell or not. But my worries washed away when I saw just what it did.

All our shadows and the shadows of the trees surrounding the field appeared to double or triple in size, stretching out as though they were reaching for Kasirah. The effect lasted only a few seconds, but that was enough. She’d made an impression.

Both girls squealed in delight, with Tizzy saying, “Is it me or was that twice as big as it should have been?!”

“At least,” the valkyrie agreed, eyes practically glowing with need as she looked toward me. “I can’t believe it’s not common knowledge that human warlocks carry so much strength between their legs.”

“The book on sex magic has a section on it,” I pointed out.

“What sex magic book?” both women said in unison.

I started to reply when I saw Tizzy inching closer. Remembering that we were playing a game, I said, “That was an interesting spell. In a combat situation, I guess you could use that to distract your opponent or to make it easier for an ally to hide in the shadows.”

“R-right,” Kasirah muttered. “Sure, that makes sense.”

“She’s not super good with combat summoning but likes dueling,” the jackalope whispered in my ear. I nodded as I remembered Kasirah telling me much the same during our first conversation together. With a sigh, I grabbed Tizzy by the wrist and guided her hand away from my dick, which it had been casually cupping.

“Your turn Tizzy,” Kasirah said, doing some stretches as she strolled over toward me. The two exchanged high fives, then Tizzy strolled into the middle of the field.

Tizzy failed the casting in spectacular fashion, even going so far as to drop her wand at the last bit. There were some sparks flowing until then, but at that failure they fizzled out immediately. “Truth or dare,” Kasirah shouted.

“Uhh—dare!” Tizzy said.

“I dare you to practice your wandwork tonight for an hour,” she said. “That was pathetic.”

I barely contained a laugh, but Tizzy’s eyes welled up with tears and she simply said, “Okay... I guess I got my H.”

Then it was my turn. I strode with borrowed swagger onto the field and talked myself through the steps. “First that downward thing—upside down V—and then snap. Okay. I can do this. Umbra Duplexio!”

To everyone’s surprise, and especially my own, I pulled off the spell, but the result was not quite the same.

The shadows from the trees and my lovely cabinmates extended until they reached me, a much more dramatic outcome than what I saw with Kasirah.

“What the butt! Oh my prairie gods!” Kasirah gasped. “Such power!”

“Is that legal?!”

“I’m going to give him a pass for that one,” Kasirah said. “How did you do that?”

I shrugged, not really sure how to answer. “I don’t know. It’s the first time I saw my spells show that level of unrestrained power.”

The jackalope girl asked the important question. “Well, what changed?”

I shrugged, but I had a pretty good idea just what had changed. “What if—what if the mana exchange wasn’t one-way? What if you empowered me back in the cafeteria even more than I empowered you?”

“When we drank your delicious mana potion?” Tizzy asked.

I nodded. “Exactly.”

The two monster girls in front of me looked at each other, but neither had anything else to add, other than Kasirah saying, “Then it sounds like a win-win, I suppose.”

True enough. I strolled back out of the field, or started to, until the valkyrie corrected me. “Uh—Reggie? It’s your turn to cast a spell for us to copy.”

“Oh, right,” I said, sighing. The wind blew through my hair, and I allowed it to center me to the time and place, digging through my mind palace for any spell that appeared ideal for the present situation.

I settled on a spell with a fairly benign effect—making a flower grow. While the spell appeared simple, it had the most intricate wandwork of anything in my textbooks and took me hours to master.

The spell’s description flashed before my mind’s eye.

***

Spell: Grow Specific Plant (Flower)

Casting Time: Short-Standard

Mana Cost: Low

Output: Plant Growth

Details: This spell provides the equivalent of (4) weeks worth of growth for a target flower. The alternative form of this spell is less potent but works over an area.

***

I said the words, “Flore Crescite!” and did the intricate pattern, involving swishes, whips, flips, and loops, to say nothing of the complexity of the offhand gestures. At the end of the incantation, I pointed my wand at a flower sticking up in the grass between the two girls’ feet. A stream of fireworks shot from my wand, striking the flower. For a moment, nothing happened, and I felt my stomach turning over with humiliation as I feared I’d failed.

But then, the flower sprang up and grew so violently that it physically displaced both Kasirah and Tizzy, pushing them back and onto their butts. Before I knew it, I was looking at a four foot tall daisy.

“Well, there ya go,” I said, gesturing at my handiwork.

Kasirah’s brow furrowed. “Truth.”

“But you didn’t—”

“I’m not even going to try. Truth. I’ll take my damn H.”

“H and O, with a Dare for me,” Tizzy said. “I dare you show me your penis right now!”

“No, Tizz, he dares you. Not you dare him. Also, remember what he said about names? He doesn’t like the ‘p’ word.”

“WHAT?!” She turned to me, looking somehow offended. “Oh, that’s right! Okay, dare me to let you show me your cock, then!”

“I’m not doing that,” I said. “You already saw it—a lot—today. Pick truth. I want to ask you both some questions about—about everything.”

They appeared to consider it for a moment, but Tizzy ultimately nodded. “Fine. Truth.”

“Good girl,” I chuckled, and she swooned a little to hear me call her that, which was cute. “Now, I want you to tell me more about your world and upbringing—your homes, how your races are connected, if they are at all. Nothing makes any sense to me and I think I need some answers because right now I feel completely lost in your world.”

“Oh,” Kasirah muttered shyly. “Well, we’re both from the same world. Except for the few human students like you there are at the school, the grand majority of us come from the same place—Everafter.”

“Everafter?” I asked. “What is that? A secret country?”

“More of a hidden world. It’s really only about the size of a medium-sized country, and it’s divided up into distinct biomes. Magical creatures and monsters across ancient myth and legend—”

“The ones that used to share the Earth with humans,” Tizzy clarified.

The valkyrie nodded. “Right. Eventually, humans grew too powerful and populous, and our ancestors’ magical natures became too attractive to them. They’d use our bones, hearts, and organs for potions and elixirs—or just trophies.” Kasirah’s face bent in a frown, as if she were recalling painful memories. “It’s not that we hate humans, but we were incompatible. We couldn’t live in the same world back then.”

“So our gods came together and worked with the Creator to make a new home for us. It’s smaller, and it’s a flat, square-shaped world about one hundred fifty miles wide and one hundred fifty miles across. If you go to the edge you can fall right off. But that’s where we’re from.”

I decided to brush right past the revelation of there being a literal Creator deity for now. “How did you get here, then?”

“Well, our gods also left a backdoor to Earth. In between our worlds there is,” Tizzy gestured all around us. “Well, there’s here. Thistlewick, and its grounds, is the world between our worlds.”

“Thistlewick was created for one specific purpose about a thousand years ago,” the valkyrie went on. “In our domains, we started to grow restless. We wanted to return home—to Earth. But we can’t blend in.”

Tizzy gestured to herself. “The gods blessed many of us with these bodies. But they couldn’t make us human. Those of us with magic potential founded Thistlewick as an institution of research, trying to master magic to invent a way to turn monsters into humans—or at least allow them to live disguised as humans.”

“And how’s that going?” I asked, genuinely curious. “Did it ever happen?”

“Yes, and no. Some monsters do live back on Earth, but not all of us are suited to it,” Kasirah explained. “Taking a humanoid form is one thing, but it requires a lot of mana to be able to maintain a glamour that powerful for long. Those who made it back to Earth largely live in self-imposed exile for fear of being discovered.”

“Not much of a life,” I said.

Tizzy shook her head, pouting, her eyes welling up with tears. “Those poor monsters. It makes me so sad to think about. Thistlewick mastered so many secrets of the universe and magic but it still can’t bring us all home.”

“Is that something you want?” I asked, looking at them with sincerity and a bit more understanding. “I mean you personally.”

“Yes,” they both said without much of a pause. The quickness of it halfway broke my heart.

I nodded at them. “Then we’ll make it happen. I’ll find a way to take you back with me someday, if that’s what you truly want.” I couldn’t say just why I was making such a commitment to two girls I barely knew, but it didn’t just feel right in that moment; it felt necessary.

Their eyes widened with surprise. “You shouldn’t promise something like that,” Tizzy whimpered with a pout that was unnervingly cute.

“Well, alright,” I chuckled. “Not a promise, but I will try my best to find a way for you to live your own lives on Earth. If that’s what you want, maybe I can help.”

Kasirah and Tizzy appeared to size me up then in a less sexual way than usual. “Maybe you can,” the valkyrie agreed. “Maybe you actually, really can.”

We finished out the game. In the end, I was glad to have won, because I just knew if Tizzy did I’d end up having to show her my dick for the rest of the day. This also meant that, as per the rules of the game, both Kasirah and Tizzy were bound as my servants until the next day. It was an interesting prospect, but I wouldn’t have time to explore it right away because by the time we started heading back to the campground, it was almost time for the Opening Ceremony.

New Spell Entries (Grow Plant, Shadow Manipulation)

Spell: Grow Specific Plant (Flower)

Incantation: “Flore Crescite!”

Casting Time: Short-Standard

Mana Cost: Low

Output: Plant Growth

Details: This spell provides the equivalent of (4) weeks worth of growth for a target flower. The alternative form of this spell is less potent but works over an area.

***

Spell: Shadow Manipulation

Incantation: “Umbra Duplexio!”

Casting Time: Short-Standard

Range: Medium

Mana Cost: Medium

Details: This spell allows the caster to manipulate existing shadows, causing them to stretch, move, or change shape dramatically. Common applications include creating distractions in combat, providing concealment for allies, or intimidating opponents. The effect lasts only a few seconds but can be quite impressive when powered by enhanced mana.

Chapter 12

“What’s the Opening Ceremony about?” I asked as we crossed the grounds toward our cabin.

“It’s a big deal,” Kasirah replied from beside me. Even though she’d mostly returned to her previous state, I noticed she gravitated closer than before. “The Dean will be there to make formal announcements about the camp, along with details about placement tests. We’ll also hear the details of the Summer Games.”

“Summer Games?” I asked, intrigued. “Are there awards?”

Tizzy practically exploded with excitement, her lisp coming across so strong it took effort to understand her. “Are there awards?! Prairie of delights, Big Brother! So many! There are three games. The higher you place, the better the rewards. There’s extra tutoring. Bonuses to test scores. And,” she dropped her voice to a whisper, “a chance to enter the annual contest. Graduates who win that get the option to stay on as staff.”

Knowing what they’d told me about their homeland, with its cramped confines, along with their ultimate ambition to develop spells that would allow them to migrate safely to Earth, I understood why that last reward held such temptation.

I didn’t care about becoming faculty. Honestly, I didn’t know what I wanted out of this. I signed up because, well, it was a no-brainer to go to magic school when offered, simple as that. But the rest was certainly attractive. To become top of my class, to show everyone what I was capable of, would mean taking advantage of all opportunities that came my way.

“Do any of the games include flying?”

Tizzy’s fluffy ears flicked back and forth excitedly. “Broom Races. Spellcasting Bee. Dueling.”

“The summoning one is combat-focused,” Kasirah warned. “It’s not for the faint of heart.”

“Sounds perfect for practice. Kassi, I know you’re not trying to emphasize your valkyrie nature, but maybe you and I can pair off to practice that a bit?”

“Kassi?” Kasirah repeated, blushing. “Did you just give me a nickname?”

“Mhm. Is it a problem?”

She shook her head from side to side emphatically. “What? No! Absolutely not. I love it. And practicing with you sounds smart. Honestly, if your...mana potion intensifies magic, there’s no telling what it could do to our summons with time. Maybe this is just what I needed to help pass my class.”

That was precisely why I’d suggested we practice, although I didn’t come out and say it.

“Hey!” Tizzy broke in, nudging me with her elbow. “If you’re going to be practicing combat with her, what about me? Also, if you’re going to be competing in the games, we probably don’t want word to get out about your warlock mana potion powers, right? Folks would get jealous. Maybe even say we’re cheating.”

I’d also thought of that but nodded along as if her idea were entirely novel. “I think keeping things between those of us in the cabin is smart. As far as what we’ll do, I’m sure we’ll come up with activities. Remember, I’m new to all of this. Even if you’re not teaching me about magic, or practicing flying, I’ll still want company exploring the grounds while I collect new summons.”

Her exuberance returned, then redoubled as she blurted, “That means I will get so much penis action! Yes!”

Shaking my head, I resisted the urge to correct her. The fact that she hadn’t called me brother was probably the closest I could come to a win with Tizzy on Day 1—and it was still only Day 1 somehow. “We need to tell the others about this. Do we have time before the Ceremony kicks off for a quick talk?”

Kasirah glanced toward the castle at the center of campus. Flags and streamers flapped in a breeze from the parapets. Someone, or more likely some spell, had added colorful tapestries to the walls framing the grand entrance, which was currently open.

“Probably not time for a long discussion,” she said, “but we can grab our robes and fill them in quickly. We just won’t talk about the private stuff until we’re all alone again.”

“Sounds good,” I said.

As we neared the cabin, Tizzy giggled and moved over, whispering to Kasirah just loudly enough for me to overhear. “Why does it feel so naughty and fun to have Reggie’s coconut surprise in my belly for this?”

“Because it is,” the other girl replied with equal mischief.

I nearly commented about the coconut surprise thing but held back. If she hadn’t delivered it so damn adorably, I might have been annoyed.

Instead, I was both vaguely aroused and amused.

We quickly ducked into the cabin to retrieve our formal robes. There was no sign of the missing duo, and I figured they were already at the ceremony.

The deep blue garments were more elaborate than our regular uniforms, with intricate silver threading that caught the light. I quickly changed into my uniform and pulled my robes over it while the girls did the same, though Tizzy managed to get one antler tangled in her hood and required assistance.

“Oh, what the butt?” she muttered as Kasirah helped untangle her. “These stupid antlers always get in the way of everything!”

Her frustrated little pout was so endearing I had to bite back a smile. The way she huffed and crossed her arms while Kasirah worked to free her reminded me of an indignant cartoon character.

By the time we were properly dressed and made our way toward the castle, students were walking through the doors in an orderly line, with us arriving to form the end of the queue. I saw a towering dark green-skinned woman wearing a brown dress woven with twigs and berries. Her chest, which possessed more in common with a battleship than breasts, heaved as she sighed nearby. Her expression told me she was worried, although I couldn’t guess why.

I spotted a collection of elven males, all in red robes, not far ahead. They looked in my direction. One of them, bald and with knife-shaped ears, narrowed his eyes at me, then at my companions. He said something, earning peals of laughter from the others.

“Who is that?” I asked, not bothering to lower my voice. I’d lived long enough to recognize a bully on sight and knew no amount of subtlety would convey anything but weakness to that kind.

Kasirah said, “That’s Jamathiel and his groupies. His family is rich, and those guys with him are all the children of other important people from back home. When he didn’t pass his elemental classes, they all coincidentally flunked, too.”

“Let me guess, they are assholes?”

“He and rich folk like him have more resources than the rest of us,” Tizzy said, keeping her voice down. “They see people not from their biome as lesser.”

“Got it.” Just like that, I knew with absolute clarity that it was going to be my mission to make that elf’s life as miserable as I could.

Without getting myself expelled, that is.

“Say, where are the others?” I asked.

Tizzy looked around, eyes widening. “I bet they are looking for us! I’ll go get them!” She ran off in an impressive burst of speed, her blue robes fluttering behind her.

Without the exuberant girl to trigger constant conversation, Kasirah and I fell into a cozy silence. I used the time to take in the dozen-or-so other students in line ahead of us, observing their interactions for future reference and use.

By the time Tizzy, Bekkah, and Asenath came rushing back, we were even with the doors. All three wore their formal robes, though Bekkah’s possessed slight wrinkles and Asenath’s was deliberately left partially open to show off her impressive cleavage.

Bekkah, wings fluttering excitedly, smiled at me with a level of intensity that suggested Tizzy might have already spilled the details of our earlier discovery. Her rainbow-colored hair caught the evening light as she practically bounced on her toes. Catching Asenath’s eyes confirmed my fears. No sooner had she come within speaking range than her eyes lit with magic.

“Urgent words of love so true,

A phrase that begs you please to woo.

Three words that mean ‘I cannot wait’—

What am I, before it’s too late?”

I blinked a few times, replaying what she’d said as a tall troll-looking creature in a robe waved us through. “Take me now?”

The sphinx grinned so widely the expression came across less alluring and more frantic. “You have answered your second riddle correctly.”

“Riddles and rewards later,” Kasirah hissed, waving us toward an open bench near the rear of the spacious grand hall.

Following her, I took the room in for the first time.

The place was straight out of high-fantasy, with a domed ceiling draped in colorful tapestries corresponding to the various disciplines taught by the school. Ornate etchings and inlay covered all walls, depicting stories and scenes I expected were about the formation of Everafter and the domain where Thistlewick rested. The dining hall had possessed wooden tables and benches as well, but the grand hall felt more formal, more ceremonial. At the far side, up several stairs, was a raised platform with oversized chairs.

Lady Katherine, Professor Henry, Professor Whitaker, and Professor Applebottom were all already there. The dark green woman I’d noticed earlier joined them as my group found our seats.

“Who is that?” I asked, indicating the giant woman.

Bekkah, who’d taken a seat next to me, answered. “That’s Ms. Hegwen, the groundskeeper. She helps keep the strongest creatures from bothering the students. She’s a dryant. That means her father was a giant and her mother was a dryad.”

Other members of the faculty joined the familiar faces, followed by a grizzled old gnome with a long white beard. Barely three feet tall and moving with the help of a cane, he came to a stop before the central chair. With a gesture of his wooden cane, he floated up to sit on the chair, leaving his slipper-clad feet dangling.

Settling the staff in the crook of his arms, the gnome clapped his hands once. It created a sound that echoed through the full room, drawing silence from the assemblage.

“Welcome, all of you. As you all no doubt know, I am Dean Narklepop. Tonight, we are all here to introduce you to your instructors for the semester, as well as inform you of the policies and procedures vital to your time here. For those of you curious about the Summer Games, or wishing to participate, those announcements will be made in the following days, not tonight. 

“However, I must address our academic pathways immediately. For remedial students, you face a choice. The standard path requires attending summer classes and taking final examinations at term’s end. We also offer an Early Testing Option.”

“Starting tomorrow, you will have three days of intensive preparation, you may attempt to test out of required courses immediately. Success will replace your old, failing scores, with the new ones. You will still be required to take the remedial courses, but your final grades will be taken from your early exams, unless you wish to take the end of term finals to try for a higher score after the remedial course. Failure means you must attend the full remedial program AND retake the final examinations at term’s end. We call this ‘double jeopardy’ for good reason.”

No one replied, but I caught a few students frowning at the last bit.

Over the next few minutes, Narklepop introduced the faculty, one at a time. They were a varied group, all looking properly scholastic. I memorized their names but let the proceedings drift through my psyche as I turned most of my attention to the rest of the room. Simply hearing the instructors’ names would not be enough for me to get an advantage; knowing about their reputations, and which of my new peers had strong feelings about them would.

I studied faces, looking for how people reacted to each instructor, making note of frowns or happy smiles.

Tawnee White, an instructor who I assumed was some sort of deer woman as she had antlers reminiscent of Tizzy’s, earned the most ire. She taught rituals, and had an uptight, strait-laced demeanor that I recognized from some of the folks I’d had business dealings with back on Earth.

The Dean left Lady Katherine for the end, waving instead at the dryant. “Ms. Hegwen, if you would please come forward.”

Moving carefully, as if her weight might break the wooden floorboards, the giant woman came to the front of the platform.

“For those of you who are new, Ms. Hegwen is our groundskeeper, and the protector of the peace. It’s not uncommon for students to ignore her words of warning and get hurt, particularly when trying to make up for falling behind. I wish to especially stress this year that it would be most unwise to explore the grounds beyond the third bridge. Our realm has been formed from the mists between worlds. That mist is malleable, and should be expanded or shaped only by the most accomplished wizards. That most certainly does not include any of you. Is that clear?”

A gentle susurrus of voices chimed, “Yes, Dean.”

The giant woman spoke, her throaty voice filling the hall. “My home is open to you students any time, should you need guidance or help with the grounds. Just let me do my job and protect you and everything here and we’ll all get along, okay?” 

No one said anything, and with that, the tall woman took her seat.

Finally, Lady Katherine stood.

The Dean gestured at her with one hand. “Lady Katherine has graciously offered to help prepare our tests this year. She comes from an illustrious background, and has proven herself in a variety of trials and has the full approval of every instructor sitting before you today. Lady Katherine, if you’d please introduce yourself and your prefect, along with the testing process?”

Lady Katherine gave the Dean a smile I could have sworn looked just a little aggressive. Then again, she had fangs, so maybe that just went with the whole vampire aesthetic?

“You do not need a second introduction to me, since I am also a camp counselor,” she said, her smile softening. “But let me introduce Peaches, this year’s testing prefect.”

Skitter. Skitter. Skitter.

Heavy scratching on wood sounded as a large, dome-lidded chest crawled onto the stage. The chest’s lid was open, projecting the upper torso of what looked to be an incredibly beautiful, pink-haired, girl with horns. Beneath her, outlining the chest, were a series of sharp-tipped little legs.

When the chest-thing reached the center of the stage, the girl portion cleared her throat, then spoke in a mellifluous, liquid accent. “I am Peaches. As you’ve no doubt noticed, I am a dussubus. That’s right, part demon, part mimic. And before you ask, yes, there is a long, involved story. Of course it involves magic. No, I will not be elaborating.”

Asenath leaned forward with obvious fascination, her cat-like pupils dilating as she studied the unusual creature. I could practically see the gears turning in her head as she no doubt composed a riddle about the mysterious being.

The girl’s top half, with full and rosy lips, turned to look directly at me before flitting around the room to a few others. “Each of you were provided study materials prior to your arrival. For those choosing the Early Testing Option, success replaces your failing grade, though you will still be required to take the remedial courses to make sure the lessons stick. Failure means you receive a strike for each failed course AND must still attend the remedial classes. Those taking the standard path will attend remedial classes and take finals at the end of camp. You have until tomorrow night to declare your choice. Early testing begins in four days. You may approach me at any time for questions, but remember—you get only one chance at early testing.”

When she was done, the Dean cleared his throat and finished explaining about finals.

“Those who successfully test out early will be allowed to skip the final exam for a class. If you fail to test out of a class, you must re-take it through the remedial summer program. After three repeated failures in a given class, I’m afraid you will be expelled. It’s in your best interest to pass the early testing so that remedial study becomes your focus without the worry of expulsion.”

I looked around, seeing several students frowning deeply at that bit. Beside me, Bekkah made a sniffing sound. Turning to her, I saw the pretty girl’s face was ashen.

“I’d forgotten about that part,” she sighed beneath her breath. “Guess I’m in some real heavy trouble, man.”

The reminder that I’d won the HOG game earlier hit me. Technically, both Kasirah and Bekkah were my servants until tomorrow. That might actually be useful for coordinating study sessions, though I had no intention of being heavy-handed about it. Still, as… whatever we were becoming, I needed to make sure none of them failed out.

Chapter 13

The Dean’s closing remarks became white noise as I watched Bekkah’s wings flutter with distress, scattering little bits of scintillating fairy dust. Her earlier playful vibe had vanished, replaced by the kind of anxious fidgeting that made her rainbow-colored pigtails bounce. The three-strike rule had clearly hit a nerve.

“You okay?” I asked under my breath, not sure just how much she wanted to share.

“Huh? Oh. Yeah, sorry. Early testing pressure’s on, I guess!” She emitted a fake giggle and flashed me a quick dimpled smile that was obviously insincere. “Just thinking about double jeopardy if we fail.” Before I could dig any deeper, the scraping of benches filled the hall as students rose to leave, and their chatter drowned out my thoughts for a moment.

“You sure you don’t want to talk about it?” I asked as we started moving, idly brushing away the jackalope’s small hand as it experimentally pinched the bulge in my pants. “Cut that out, Tizz. And pinching like that won’t do anything for me, any more than me just grabbing and yanking on your tits.”

That earned a loud sound from Asenath who not-so-quietly growled, “Yank my tits, you masculine male of masculinity.”

“Of all the things I’ve heard come out of your mouth,” Kasirah began, then trailed off into pure exasperation.

Ignoring their antics, the pixie-petite girl gave me a fragile smile. “ I’ll be fine. Everything will be fine. We got all the time in the world to get ready, right? Three full days to prepare for the placement tests. I’ll just burn all my summer tutor hours up front!”

“Or maybe we can work together,” I suggested, the girl’s clearly distraught state pulling on my heartstrings. When I arrived at the camp just this morning I’d been completely and totally focused on being the best version of myself that I could be. In that short time, I’d learned things that made me want to be more than just the Reggie show.

Maybe, just maybe, I could do something good for these girls too.

Tizzy once mentioned the “tutor effect” to me when she thought she was going to be my study buddy. Research said it was a real thing, though I had no idea how she knew about it. Maybe I could somehow benefit by being a tutor instead.

“We’ve got three days to decide,” Tizzy muttered, her bunny ears flopping left and right as she shook her head. “That’s not much time left for early testing prep, Big Brother!”

I assured her, “We’ll get through this. I’ll make sure all of you are ready to test out successfully, if that’s the path you pick.” But Asenath’s sultry voice cut in with another riddle:

“What’s long and hard,

makes maidens weep,

deprives us of our beauty sleep?

What makes us quake just at the sight,

and keeps us up all through the night?”

“Tests,” I said flatly. “The answer is tests.”

Her tail drooped. “Actually it was supposed to be your cock, but I see now that I was unclear.”

“You’re such a poser,” Kasirah interrupted, flexing her wings in obvious annoyance. “You talk big, but you don’t even have the guts to handle him if he lets you. One opportunity to see what a true man is made of and you’d go running for the hills.”

“Like you could either!” The sphinx’s yellow eyes flashed with indignation.

The valkyrie and I made eye contact for a moment that turned out to be rather telling.

“W-wait?! No way!” Asenath gasped, hand to her chest. “No freaking way! Kasirah?! You?! YOU?! AND HIM?! I could handle Tizzy, but YOU?!”

“And me at the same time!” Tizzy added, kicking her leg up. Hopping on the one, she pointed at her ankle emphatically, ears flopping as she pogo-stick jumped beside the group. “Like I said at the cabin, his penis is—”

Pushing her leg down, I cupped a hand to her mouth and glanced around with wide, paranoid eyes. “Let’s not do this until we’re in private, alright? We do need to discuss that, but not out in the open.”

Everyone appeared to agree, but Asenath’s mood was much worse for wear, and she marched ahead of the rest of us in a show of defiance, huffing and puffing the whole way. “You’ll see. I’ll pleasure you so thoroughly it’ll make your dong explode like…like…the biggest dong ever to dong!”

That sounded less enticing than she probably thought it did, but I appreciated the enthusiasm.

The grand hall emptied onto grounds now lit by floating orbs of blue-white light. I took quick stock of my cabinmates’ moods as we spilled out into the open. Kasirah looked moderately annoyed with Asenath, keeping her pale eyes locked on the back of her head. She hovered even closer to me than before.

Tizzy, by this point, had attached herself to me so completely, I was essentially wearing her as a backpack. I don’t know when that happened or how I didn’t notice, but she was so light and petite it really didn’t bother me either way. At least she’d stopped groping me.

Bekkah didn’t even register what we’d been talking about. She still looked downcast, staring at the ground, barely willing herself to put one foot in front of the other. I decided that helping her out would be my priority for the following day.

“Children!” The word carried across the courtyard in Lady Katherine’s distinct tone. I turned to find her literally gliding toward us, her feet hovering inches above the stone path. “A moment of your time?”

“Of course,” I said, grateful for the interruption before Asenath could compose another sex-based riddle or get into another fight with Kassi.

The vampire’s eyes glowed a deep crimson as she leveled her gaze on us. “I believe my favorite cabin deserves a proper check-in. Shall we head to your quarters? I’m sure you have questions about your first day. I wonder just how well you all... got to know one another.”

“Can I ask questions about Reggie’s likes and dislikes?” Tizzy asked from my back, her lisp somehow even more pronounced than earlier.

Lady Katherine’s lips curled into a bemused smirk. “Uh—okay. Come along now, my sexy little witches and charming warlock.”

As we walked, I caught her studying me with an intensity that went beyond simple curiosity. There was something calculating in her gaze, as if she was piecing together a puzzle whose picture she already knew.

Did she know? Was she...watching? That’d be weird. I didn’t love the idea of being spied on every time I took the train to pleasure town with my cute cabinmates. She did appear the type to snoop, though, that’s for sure.

Night had fully settled by the time we reached the cabin, bringing with it a cool breeze laden with the sweet scent of natural flowers and herbs nearby. We headed inside, and I set Tizzy down on her mattress. Following that, I strolled over to sit on the trunk in front of my bed, moving my backpack aside.

The other girls all sat or lay in their own beds, but Tizzy looked at me as though I’d kicked her puppy as she watched me sit without her, going so far as to tilt her head as her eyebrow twitched at me in disgust. “Why do you hate me, Big Bro?”

“What?”

“Oh, for the love of Twilight, she wants to sit in your lap,” the vampiress said, rolling her eyes.

“Oh,” I muttered. “Maybe later, Tizzy. I have some questions since our very, uh, friendly camp counselor is offering answers.”

“Ahh!” Lady Katherine chuckled. “Is that so? Perfect. I’m happy to answer any inquiries you lot may have.”

Asenath raised her hand. “I’ll ask the first one. Can you leave?”

“Asenath!” Kassi shrieked. “That’s so rude!”

“It’s been a long day,” Lady Katherine sighed, excusing her. “I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt this time, but I’m genuinely here to be of help to you, Asenath, so a bit of respect would be appreciated.”

The sphinx didn’t answer. She just lay on her back and looked up at the ceiling, arms crossed, bottom lip protruding in a pout. Had we been under other circumstances, I might have enjoyed the view of her jutting breasts and lithe legs, or the peek between her thighs, but we were having a serious talk; it wasn’t horny time.

I said, “Well—my first question is about privacy. You weren’t by chance watching us today, were you?”

“Watching you when, exactly?” she asked with a devious smile that didn’t make me feel any better.

I glanced over at Kasirah and found her blushing profusely. “Uhh—how about when we were in the cafeteria?”

“Ah, no. Sorry, I’m afraid not,” she said. “Should I have been?”

“No!” Kasirah and I said in unison, but Tizzy said “Yes!” We looked at her as if she was crazy, and she shrugged. “I had a really good time. It probably would have been fun for her to see!”

“What exactly happened in the cafeteria?” Bekkah asked suspiciously.

“They fucked,” Asenath growled.

Bekkah gasped. “What?! Really? It’s the first day!”

“No—no, that’s not true,” I said, holding up my hands pleadingly. “We didn’t have intercourse.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” Kassi confirmed.

“Then what did happen?” Asenath asked, sitting up straight again. Her eyes were still venomous with jealousy, but at least she was engaging with the conversation, I guess.

Tizzy giggled and clapped her hands as she launched into a much-too-explicit retelling. “We took off all our clothes and gave lots of kisses to his penis until it went BOOM all over our faces! Then we drank up all his juice! He shoots out, like, super-mana! After that, we felt more powerful than before, and totally topped up on magic power!”

So the cat was clearly out of the bag. The girls all launched into name-calling and shouting over each other, save for Tizzy, who was just confused. I locked eyes with Lady Katherine and shrugged.

She just looked as smug as the cat with the canary. “I see,” she said as the girls started to quiet down. “How intriguing.”

“Since that’s all public knowledge in here, now,” I said, looking at Asenath and Bekkah in their beds, “We agreed to keep this a secret from the other cabins.”

“What do you mean—super-mana? What juice? Your cum?”

Kasirah answered quietly. “Yeah. His cum. It’s the densest mana potion imaginable. We almost got...drunk off it.”

“Almost?” I said, chuckling, then realized I was getting carried away with the rest of them. I needed to be practical. “Alright—question one: are all humans this way?”

“No,” Lady Katherine said. “And yes. Not all humans are warlocks, but all warlocks are human. To become one, a human must be either born with the spark or earn it with practice and incredible focus. The rare human who is a warlock does provide a variety of sexual boosts to their partners. The amount of boost and type depends on where it happens, along with quite a few other variables. Your ejaculate has both short term and long-term benefits—but for you, it’s a bit different.”

“How so?” I asked, my brows raising with interest. Everyone else in the room had fallen silent to listen, too.

“Well, to be frank—if I’ve been hovering around your cabin the most, it’s because you’re the most potent warlock I’ve ever encountered. Those of us with magical sensitivity can feel these things. Your potential for magic is likely to rival that of the Dark Lady herself, which is to say nothing for your ambition and aptitude for studying.” She smirked at me as though she was proud to draw the comparison between me and the magic world’s apparent greatest villainess, not that I knew much about her.

“Okay,” I said, taking it all in. “When I got my acceptance letter from the school, one of the listed textbooks to master was a tome about sex magic called the Joy of Sex Magic. Why don’t the other girls know this book? And if Sex Magic is so common, then why are all the women I’ve met virgins?”

“There is no such book in your curriculum,” she said, winking at me in a way that felt incongruous with her words.

I blinked at the matter-of-factness in her tone, saying something that was obviously a lie. “But—I studied it closely. Hell, I have most of the spells memorized. I have the book in my trunk now.”

“Are you sure you do?” she asked smugly. “I think you might be mistaken. There is no book by that name or of that topic in our curriculum, Reggie.”

My brow furrowed. “Yes, there is. And I’ll prove it to you.”

I jumped off my trunk and threw it open with perhaps more force than necessary. The lid banged, making Tizzy’s ears flatten against her head in alarm. “Sorry,” I muttered to her as I began digging inside, pulling out all my textbooks and stacking them one by one with increasing desperation.

My cabinmates gathered around, drawn by the drama. Bekkah’s wings fluttered anxiously—she’d been on edge ever since the Dean’s warning about failing students, and now even my confidence seemed shaky. Asenath leaned forward, her ample cleavage nearly spilling from her loosened robe as she peered into the trunk with feline curiosity. Kasirah stood protectively close, thumbs hooked in her robes.

“I know it’s in here,” I said, my voice getting tighter with each book I removed. “I’m absolutely certain it is.”

“Don’t be so sure,” Lady Katherine chuckled, examining her painted nails with infuriating casualness. “There is no such book in our curriculum, and Sex Magic is not by any means a common domain that our institution would sanction for study.”

I reached the final textbook—a slim volume on basic wand maintenance—and stared at the empty trunk bottom in disbelief. “It’s not in here.”

“As it wouldn’t be,” Lady Katherine said with a theatrical shrug, “since it doesn’t exist.”

Tizzy’s nose twitched as she sniffed the air around the trunk, as if she might somehow smell the missing book. “Maybe it’s invisible?” she suggested helpfully, her bunny ears perked with innocent optimism.

“But it does exist!” I said. “I spent days reading it! This is the weirdest attempt at gaslighting ever! I can cast a spell for you right now! Tizzy! May I?”

Tizzy shot straight up. “You got it, Big Bro! Zap me with your naughty magic!”

My wand shot out through my sleeve, and I caught it in my hand. I uttered the incantation and started the wand gestures but was surprised when a cold hand suddenly grabbed my wrist.

Lady Katherine had blipped from the doorway to just in front of me in a fraction of a second, and now she held my arm stock still. “That’s enough of that nonsense,” she said, though she wore a smile as she did. “Do you really think it’s appropriate to attempt sex magic on a cabinmate in front of your counselor on the first day? Farcical as the notion is, I simply cannot sanction it. Let’s change the topic to other matters for the time being.”

My brows slanted in frustration. “I can cast the spell,” I insisted.

“Perhaps you can. But I will not be here for it. Am I clear?” She spoke the words less as a reprimand and more… rather as if she was trying to tell me something. If this had been an old movie, I’d have expected a wink-wink-nudge-nudge and maybe some mustache twirling at the end.

I stared into her eyes, not sure what I was seeing. What exactly was the game here? If that book didn’t exist, and wasn’t a part of the curriculum, how did I read it and memorize its contents? Who gave it to me? “Crystal clear,” I said through a clenched jaw.

“Wonderful!” she said, clapping her hands together. “Now—any more questions?”

Bekkah raised her hand tentatively, the poor girl still showing all the signs of depression. “How firm is the three strikes policy?”

I looked over at her as she waited for the answer, feeling an unfamiliar wave of pity. Even if they hadn’t been enthusiastic, gorgeous, manic-pixie-dream-girls (of various flavors), I was already confident that I’d have wanted to drag them to the top with me.

The vampire interrupted my thoughts, “I’m afraid it’s quite firm. I suggest you prepare the best you can. I understand you have trouble with conjuring magic in particular. Make sure you get tutored and ask for help from your peers. You’ve taken the test before so you know what to expect.”

“Yes, ma’am,” she whimpered. Her piercing gaze found mine, maybe somehow sensing that I could help, I don’t know. But I nodded back at her.

Kasirah cleared her throat, her pale fingers unconsciously smoothing down her hair—a nervous habit that made her look unexpectedly vulnerable despite her warrior build. “Will you tell the other teachers about Reggie’s powers?” she asked.

“I don’t see why I should,” Lady Katherine said, winking again. “I don’t intend on making our poor boy a celebrity just yet. I’m sure with time people will piece things together just through rumors and their own sense of him. Or when one of you spills the secret—”

“That won’t happen!” the valkyrie said. She furrowed her brow and looked pointedly at Asenath, then Tizzy, then Bekkah. “This is a secret of Cabin 7. Reggie doesn’t need to have that much attention. I say we form a truce and help him keep his secret safe with us. In return, if he’s willing, he can allow us to drink his—uh—cum... every day.” Her cheeks were entirely red for the duration of her impassioned proposal, and they only got worse when she looked at me afterwards. “I mean, if that’s what Reggie wants, of course.”

My erection wriggled in my pants like a pole-vaulter hyped up on pure caffeine. “Sounds good,” I croaked.

“Wonderful!” Lady Katherine said. “Well, if you think of any questions, ask me anytime. I’d better go check on the other cabins under my charge. Good luck to you all—especially you, Bekkah.”

“Huh? Oh. Thanks,” Bekkah muttered. “Bye.”

“Bye,” I said, caught off guard by the abrupt departure.

She turned her back on us and marched out the door. 

On the way back to our cabin, I thought about what the options were. My placement tests wouldn’t be a problem; not only had I memorized all of the text, but also a little practice wouldn’t hurt. What I wanted was a way to help my new cabinmates so they wouldn’t be so stressed.

Watching Tizzy bounce around excitedly and seeing Bekkah’s wings drooping as they discussed their testing expectations ahead of me, another thought occurred: if I could help the girls, it would also polish my skills. That’s just how teaching worked.

“Girls,” I said as we entered the cabin. “I have an idea. What if I do my best to work with each of you to make sure you’re ready. We give it a day or two and see our progress. If it all works out the way I think it will, you take the early exams.”

Bekkah didn’t look very excited, but Tizzy was the light in the room. She bounced up and down, boobs bobbing breastfully. “And if we can test out, we’ll have a lighter load, so we can take more of Big Brother’s mana potion load!”

With that decided, I sat on my bed, then reclined until I was lying down.

Tizzy helped herself onto the tiny mattress and snuggled into the crook of my arm, her soft bunny ears tickling my neck. “Can I show it off? I’m sure the other girls want to see, too.” Her voice dropped to a barely audible whisper, “I wonder if they will adore it as much as Kassi and I did? I hope so!”

Her innocent enthusiasm was infectious, and I couldn’t help but notice how Bekkah’s wings began to shimmer with brighter colors at the prospect, while Asenath shifted on her bed in a way that made her curves even more prominent.

I sighed. “Fine.”

Tizzy started working on the zipper of my pants, which led the other girls to sit at the various corners of the mattress and quietly stare.

“What was the spell you were going to use on Tizzy?” Asenath asked.

I smirked at her so deviously it was kind of out of character for me, but I sensed an opportunity to not only test the spell but initiate the other two cabinmates into the arrangement I had with Kasirah and Tizzy.

The jackalope girl started pumping my cock with all the enthusiasm of a well-driller on the verge of a payday as I said, “Wanna find out?”

Asenath’s eyes widened. “Like—as in you’d cast it on me?”

“You’re such a badass slut, right?” I teased her.

“That’s just—I mean... Yeah. I—I am. Super slutty and filthy,” she said about as unconvincingly as a girl could. “It’s just—it’s more theory than practice at this point, you know?”

I chuckled. “Time to apply the theory into practice. You in or not? I promise, it’s not going to mess with free will or anything concerning. It actually has a very simple effect.”

“Do it, Asenath,” Kasirah urged her, eyes locked on Tizzy’s hand motions, licking her lips as if to keep drool from falling. If given a few more seconds, I’d have sworn she was going to start panting. “You won’t regret it. Stop being such a fake and do it for once.”

Bekkah’s eyes widened as she realized things were about to get heated. “Do me, too. Can you cast it on us both?”

“Brave girl,” I noted. I nodded with respect at her and gave her proposal some thought. “I think I have enough power leftover from earlier to attempt a twin cast, but it’ll be my first time. Let’s see what happens. Worst case, it fizzles out.”

The girls both swallowed in unison. “Okay,” Asenath agreed. She started shivering with nerves, closed her eyes, and began chanting her new mantra. “I’m a filthy, filthy whore. I’m a filthy, filthy whore. I’m a filthy, filthy...”

“Vestes cadant!” I announced as I performed the wand motions, offhand gestures, and the twin-casting flourish that would allow me to target both, all from a lying down position with the jackalope leaning in to slather sloppy kisses across the tip of my cock.

The spell’s effect was instantaneous. For a second, Bekkah and Asenath’s clothes became intangible, phasing through their bodies and falling onto the floor, leaving them nude. They gasped, and Asenath rushed to cover herself, her mouth dropping open in shock.

“The spell only works consensually,” I pointed out. “A lot of sex magic operates that way, I think—but I would have asked either way, for the record.”

Kassi gasped. “It actually worked! Your sex magic textbook was real!”

“As if there was any doubt,” I said. “Did you really think I hallucinated memorizing spells for days on end?”

“We don’t really know you that well,” Bekkah chuckled as she checked out her own naked body.

“Time to get to know me,” I said as I inspected the two nude beauties with a keen, appraising eye. I rubbed the jackalope’s ears as she moaned kisses into the underside of my shaft. “Tizzy, honey, make some room.”

New Spell Entry — Remove Clothes

Casting Time: Short-Standard

Incantation: “Vestes cadant"

Mana Cost: Low

Output: Removes a (willing) target’s clothes.

Range: Close

Details: This spell is from a prohibited tome of sex magic. Like the majority of the spells found in the book, it requires strict consent from all parties involved in its casting; including the caster.

New Casting Skill - Twin Cast

Details: Twin casting is a method of spell duplication that requires incredible focus, skill, and plenty of mana. While the twin cast motions can be memorized, they must be subtly adjusted for each spell. This increases the chances of spells failing or misfiring by as much as 50% depending on the practitioner. New students should not attempt twin casting in isolation, without scholarly supervision.

Sticky Note Placed by Reggie: Heh. Fuck off.

Chapter 14

With her clothes off, Asenath looked like I imagined a classical female Egyptian Pharaoh would, albeit even curvier. Her caramel skin gleamed in the soft light, with the barest hints of tan lines across her full, conical breasts and along her panty line. Seeing me looking had her flushing, one hand moving between her legs to conceal a heart-shaped patch of dark pubic hair while her lion-like tail swished nervously behind her.

“D-d-don’t stare so hard,” she whimpered, licking her plush lips with that predatory tongue I’d noticed before.

“Sorry,” I said with a grin, “but you’re absolutely stunning. I’m only human—well, warlock—but still.” The compliment made her ears perk up and her tail do a little pleased wiggle.

Beside her, Bekkah was positively petite compared to Kasirah’s statuesque frame. The fairy’s build wasn’t quite waifish; her small breasts were incredibly perky, with upturned cherry-pink nipples that invited my mouth. Her waist was so small I could probably wrap my hands around it, and the flare to her hips was comparatively delicate next to the other girls. With her thin legs enhancing the gap between her thighs, her aerodynamic build reminded me of a hummingbird—which made sense, given the way that she always seemed to flit about. Rainbow hair cascaded over her shoulders in loose waves, and those iridescent wings fluttered with nervous energy. Just like Kasirah, Bekkah was shaved completely smooth.

Pop!

With a wet sound, Tizzy slurped at my shaft, pressing increasingly needy kisses against the underside. Her bunny ears twitched with concentration while her little antlers caught the light as she waved the other two over, instructing. “See, the trick is to figure out what makes his cock respond. When it gets harder, you’re doing something right. And if it starts to pulse, that means you’re getting close to the goods.” She gave both a narrow-eyed, fierce expression that was utterly adorable on her cute face, her cottontail doing determined little wiggles, “And we share the goods. None of us know how much Big Brother can produce in a day, so we’re not going to waste a single drop!”

That was something I hadn’t considered, though honestly, watching these four incredible women work together was better than any fantasy I could have imagined. The protective instinct that had been growing in me since I’d met them was now mixed with something deeper—genuine affection for each of their unique personalities.

“H...how,” Asenath began, abruptly uncertain despite all her earlier bravado.

“Just follow your instincts,” I encouraged gently. “There’s no wrong way to explore.”

Beside her, Bekkah dove in with the enthusiasm of a bee discovering the world’s sweetest nectar, her thin lips contouring around the tip of my cock with an eagerness that nearly rivaled Tizzy’s initial explorations. She made a greedy, high-pitched sound as her wings flapped. “Mmmmm, better than Royal Jelly.”

Then something really odd happened.

Her wings, which were normally mostly transparent, began to glow. It started soft at first, with just a hint of blue, then shades of pink and emerald, green joined in. She didn’t notice, but the others did. Even Tizzy, who’d been determined to both participate and instruct, sat back to watch the transformation with wide green eyes, her ears practically vibrating with excitement.

“Whoa,” I breathed, genuinely amazed. “Bekkah, your wings—they’re incredible.”

Torn between wanting to study this phenomenon and not wanting to interrupt what was clearly making her happy, I opted to remain quiet as the sounds of Bekkah’s buzzing, joyful exploration rose from between my thighs. Her wings flapped slowly, glowing brighter as she wrapped her mouth around my cock. Cheeks concaving, she slurped loudly, and wet sounds filled the cabin.

Slurrp. Slurrp. Glug. Glug. Unnghhh.

Thrusting her head down, she took me to the back of her throat with such intensity and clamping force, I felt some pre-cum leak out.

As soon as it did, Bekkah’s wings went from changing color to a full-on rainbow. She beat them as happy sounds continued coming from the swallowing girl, glowing dust filling the air around us. It wasn’t ordinary fairy dust, at least I didn’t think it was. This was closer to tiny soap bubbles, each with a little winking light inside—nature’s own light show.

The bubbles floated around, landing on the other girls. When one popped on Asenath, she gasped. “That...that feels absolutely incredible.”

Not to be outdone, Tizzy joined in, grabbing two bubbles with eager little hands, her bottom wiggling with excitement. “Oh my prairie gods! Yeah! This is great. Bekkah, keep that up!”

The petite girl reached up, sliding a hand through her rainbow hair as she looked up at me, finally making eye contact. She blushed, hips moving from side to side in a natural rhythm. “I...uh. I’m feeling something between my legs, man. I kind of want something else. If we can?”

I knew what she needed, and the desire to make each of these amazing women happy warred with my sense of responsibility. No matter how different their views on bodies and sex were, I didn’t want it to be just another tumble.

“That makes two of us,” I admitted with a rueful smile. “But I want to do right by you. By all of you.”

Clearing my throat, I did my best to sound reasonable. “I’d love to have sex with you Bekkah. With all of you. But there are consequences from that. This, uh, oral exploration, has a practical purpose, I guess.” I frowned, knowing those weren’t the right words. “What I’m trying to say is I think we should get to know one another a bit better before we jump straight to sex. Does that make sense?”

Behind the group, so far seeming content to watch the show, Kasirah smiled. “He wants to build a heart bond.” She moved around the gathering between my thighs and to my head. “Is that right, Reggie? To make a special, permanent connection with us? Maybe even form a proper harem?”

This was my first time hearing the term ‘harem’ used so casually, but it felt right. In the context, I took ‘heart bond’ to be their way of describing a deep relationship. I definitely saw a similar term in the textbook mentioning similar bonds before, but it didn’t go too deeply into bonds built on romantic feelings.

I nodded slowly, conscious of what I was confirming. At that moment, the life of a lone-wolf entrepreneur seemed so absurdly alien and wrong to me. I wanted them. I greedily wanted them all to be mine. I didn’t feel entitled, but I wanted it all the same, and I knew somehow I’d be a fool to refuse the implied offer in her tone. “Right. A special bond between me and all of you. Not just an occasional exchange of bodily fluids. It should mean something for girls as amazing as all of you to lose your virginity to someone. That’s all.”

“I think that’s a very noble and generous stance for you to make, given the situation,” the valkyrie murmured, leaning down. She offered me her lips. It was, I realized, the first time any of them had shown direct interest in a more romantic type of intimacy.

I kissed her, rewarding her impulse.

Kasirah’s mouth was warm and pleasant, and her breath fresh and sweet. Feeling her open up to me this way was entirely different than the double blowjob had been back in the cafeteria, but just as exciting for some reason. That hadn’t been without intimacy; it had been a first time, and special, for both the jackalope and the valkyrie. 

This was different, though. We were moving in a much more meaningful direction now. It made me even harder, earning a squeal from Tizzy, who dove back in. Her warm, wet mouth found one of my balls as Bekkah curiously flicked her tongue across the underside of my shaft.

“This is all so dirty,” the sphinx whimpered as she watched, shaking slightly. Asenath, who’d folded her arms anxiously beneath her conical, symmetrical breasts, watched wide-eyed until Kasirah came up for air. The valkyrie was practically glowing from our kiss. “She’s kissing him on the lips…and they’re…sucking his cock…”

I wanted to assuage her nerves but found that I was much too distracted when Kasirah started talking again. Perhaps the thing that made it hard to focus was the fact that she playfully dotted my neck and collarbone with kisses while she spoke.

“Forming a heart bond with each of us would be permanent, Reggie. It’s…not something our kind do lightly. We tend to live for untold centuries, so mating for life is a big deal, especially for girls who usually breed with their own kind. Do you…understand?” Kassi asked softly. “Do you get just how important it is to us? And how badly we want you if we are considering it?”

“I mean—you’re the only one talking about it right now,” I pointed out.

Tizzy let my sack fall out of her mouth and pouted up at me, her eyes welling with tears. “Big Bro! How dare you suggest that I don’t wanna heart bond with you!”

Bekkah popped off my dick and tilted her head to one side. “I mean—I’d have to get to know you a bit better before agreeing to something like that, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t getting a pretty good vibe at the moment,” she giggled. “It says a lot that Kasirah and Tizzy are so adamant already, I guess.”

The sphinx shakily came around the pair exploring my cock and reached out, tentatively stroking the skin of my momentarily unattended sack. Her touch was shy, entirely unskilled and, perhaps, a little scared. “I’m a filthy, filthy whore. I’m a filthy, filthy whore. I’m a filthy, filthy whore,” she chanted, trying to convince herself.

I chuckled, reaching out to rub behind her ear, making her moan appreciatively. “What you girls are saying is all the more reason for us to probably not have sex tonight. Call it a harem, a heart bond, whatever you want—if you are committing to me and me to you, then I don’t want to rush into something as big as taking your virginities.” I looked from Bekkah to Tizzy, both of whom seemed eager to jump to the front of that line, “I want a chance to spend at least a few days making sure this is something we all definitely want. Agreed?”

Tizzy bobbed her head around my balls, sucking loudly as she came up for air. “Yes! Please! A heart bond with Big Bro would be so good!” Her lisp, coupled with literally every other word in the sentence simultaneously made me harder and a little worried.

Despite her earlier offer for sex, Bekkah hesitated. “But I really, really am itching to pop my cherry. Still, heart bonds are very permanent. If we’re talking about pursuing that seriously, then I agree with the idea that we should probably slow down a bit.”

“I’m such a horny slut. I’m such a horny slut…” Asenath snapped, finally seeming to overcome her total fear. Leaning down, she stuck her tongue out, pressing it to the opposite side of my shaft. “Whoa,” she said after a single lick. “It’s tasty!”

As she got into it, the sensation of both women lavishing my cock with their attentions while Kasirah kissed me and Tizzy licked my balls was beyond incredible. More pre-cum bubbled from the tip as I tried to maintain my discipline about the situation. I wanted to fuck all of them all night long. There were spells that might help with that, too.

But…

The protective instincts I’d felt toward Bekkah told me playing it nice and slow was the right move. No one in the cabin should get hurt because of a bit of impassioned lust going sour the morning after. If we were going to build something together, as a team, that meant taking things at the proper pace and giving people opportunities to back out if they wanted to. 

“Most valkyries go their whole existence without knowing the taste of a cock, let alone an overpowered warlock’s sweet release,” Kasirah said, watching as Asenath licked and sucked her way up my shaft, until she finally tucked the tip between her lips. “I feel like Odin has truly blessed us.”

At my flavor, the sphinx girl growled. It was a pure feline sound, one accompanied by a twitching of her tail to the side, fully exposing her curvy rear. Unable to help myself, I reached over and slid a hand down between the taut valley. Her puckered ass flexed against my fingers, and her pussy was utterly sopping as I caressed her virginal hole.

“Whoa! Look at her face!” Tizzy cried, pointing at Asenath. “Big Brother, you have to touch me like that, too.” Lifting a leg, she damn near did the splits as she presented her pussy to my free hand.

“We’re discussing romance,” I reminded them. Still, as one hand was already busy, I figured it wouldn’t hurt to occupy the other. 

Tizzy’s pussy was velvet soft, with delicate pubic hair. Her puffy lips looked ripe with flavor, and at my slightest caress, her head fell back as she began to buck her hips back and forth, sawing herself against my fingers. “Yes! Right there. Yes! Big Brother. Oh. Oh. How does this feel so impossibly good?!”

I chuckled. “Believe it or not, there were a bunch of spells in that sex book to make things feel even better.”

In retrospect, mentioning that was probably a bad idea.

Asenath exhaled sharply, bottoming out on my shaft while Bekkah’s lips hovered close to her face, waiting for her own opening. With Tizzy’s barely-intelligible slurring lisp instructing her, the sphinx found a rhythm that left room right at the base for the others to make their contributions.

Bekkah shifted, bending over my thigh and putting her tiny little ass within easy reach. Her aroma was bright, vaguely smelling of honey and citrus. The bubbles she’d been producing had died down, reduced to a mere fraction of what they had been, but one finally popped against my skin. 

When it did, I felt a rush of mental clarity and warmth tingle through me. It wasn’t a purely sexual reaction, as I’d been expecting; this was closer to a cup of coffee. My mind seemed to clear, and even with the almost painful degree of arousal the situation inspired, I found myself able to feel and process everything around me with astonishing clarity.

That more-or-less went out the door when Kasirah bent down to kiss me again. This time, I guided her mouth open with my tongue and explored. She melted against the increased intimacy, firm breasts mashed against my shoulder.

With all those sensations: three women on my cock, fingering two gushing pussies, while a gorgeous valkyrie made out with me, I couldn’t hold back.

The first spurt of my climax slammed into the back of Asenath’s throat, earning a sound that was half gagging, half delight. “Guh-hah!” Lips wrapping tightly around my base, I felt the head of my cock push past her throat for the first time. As she deep throated me, she greedily drank down the second wave of pleasure, her entire body beginning to glow.

“Hey!” Bekkah screeched, slapping the girl on the rump. “Remember the rules!” She pushed Asenath to the side, replacing one mouth with another. In the brief time my cock was free, another blast made it through, striking both women on the chin.

While Bekkah drove her pretty little mouth as far as she could get it—barely halfway—Tizzy leaned over to lick the remnants of my seed from Asenath’s jaw. “Mmmm. That’s little sis’s favorite stuff.”

“You can kiss her,” I directed. “She did break the rules and try to get greedy. Maybe you’ll get some back.”

At my suggestion, Tizzy wrapped a hand around Asenath’s head and did, in fact, kiss the other girl. At first, Asenath stiffened, then she glanced over at me. Then down at my cock.

I was still, somehow, cumming. Bekkah licked off a bit more reward for herself, but surfaced as she started to glow and made some room for Kasirah. The valkyrie half climbed over me, one leg sliding up across my chest to give me an incredible view of her tight bud of an asshole and leaking pussy. After kissing her, the feeling of her mouth on my cock was somehow even more intimate.

“He’s…he’s not getting soft like last time,” Tizzy observed, still sloppily scooping cum out of Asenath’s mouth. The Sphinx kept her mouth obediently agape, but her eyes wide and huge. From a certain perspective, Tizzy seemed less sexual and more frantic. 

Part of me really liked that, too.

“He tastes even better than last time,” Kasirah groaned as I slid a hand from between Tizzy’s thighs and adjusted the valkyrie’s hips, angling them higher.

Her smell was clean and just a little fragrant. Maybe spicy was the right word? I leaned down, taking an experimental lick across her pink-flushed slit. 

She went still at the contact, frozen around my cock, one hand braced against my thigh. As a tremor floated through the girl, I tried again, licking her pussy with a bit more force. This time, I slid my tongue between the folds, questing for the nub of her clit. 

I found it. Small, hot, and throbbing.

“Wha…what? UHGHHHHH! OHHHHHHHH MYYYYYY!” Kasirah went from seeming relatively composed and patient to wild in an instant. Her hips did hula circles against my chest as she rocked toward my mouth, her climax ripping through her as if I’d just stuffed a couple hundred pounds of fireworks inside her pussy.

Vaguely tangy juices gushed across my tongue as her moans vibrated around my shaft. 

After a while, she came up for air. Seeing my cock unattended, Tizzy seized her opportunity. Breaking the wartime kissing she’d been giving Asenath, she wiggled her way through the mess of bodies, dove to her knees, and snatched my shaft from Kasirah’s unresponsive grasp.

The next thing I knew, she was gargling my cock with the same intensity she’d been kissing the sphinx. It nearly distracted me from Kasirah’s decadent little pale-and-pink pussy and asshole combination right in my face.

I gave her soaked slit another lick, only for her to buck against my face. 

“Se…sen…sensitive,” she gasped, shaking as she stumbled back, making room. “Nyah! Ohhh! Fffffuuuck!” She panted hard, her whole body quaking in several waves. Her dripping cunt vibrated around my tongue as I slipped it inside to further spoil her rotten with pleasure. 

When her reaction finally died down, she started gasping for air. “Wh…what was that? Did I just cum?”

“You did,” I said, more than a little smug, licking my lips clean as I drew back from her fragrant snatch. Now it was my turn to experience the direct beneficial effects of being with a monster girl. I felt a subtle, small tingle run down my spine. Along with it came a sense that a portion of my mana had been restored. 

It probably wasn’t enough to create an infinite loop of endless mana potions made of my cum, but it took the edge off the physical exertion of juggling four dynamic women all at once.

“I have an idea,” I said. “Why don’t all four of you get down? I’ll give you the rest of what I’ve got in me.”

“And after we’ll start going on dates so you can make sweet, sweet love to my tight little fairy body!” Bekkah said, cheering as she dropped to her knees.

“We’ll see.” I was determined to spend the next three days helping all of my cabinmates with their classes, but especially her. 

They were mine now, and I wasn’t going to have any expelled for lack of effort on my part. 

All four girls arrayed themselves before me. Kasirah was so woozy and glowing that she had to wedge herself between Asenath and Tizzy before she’d stop nearly falling down. Coming to my feet, I let each, one by one, have a turn, ending with Asenath. 

As each went, the free girls gave tips, advice on what they’d discovered already about making my body respond. Kasirah, finally recovered enough to concentrate, leaned forward, the view of her breasts shoved together enough to earn an instant spurt from round two.

They caught on instantly, each girl lifting and squeezing their breasts in offering between taking turns sucking my cock.

When I came, I made sure it was across all of them, the white of my mana-rich seed coating four sets of breasts and eager faces. They took turns, both licking themselves and each other clean. Much to my surprise, Bekkah even took a bit on her hand and rubbed it between her thighs.

Doing so reactivated her wings, showering the room with a burst of revitalizing energy.

That didn’t make ending the sex session easy, but I felt spent. Spent, and ready to make good on my new promises.

“If we’re all still awake, the next thing we’re going to do after we clean up is come up with a plan to help Bekkah. Together. And then I’ll do the same for all of you, help you any way I can.”

“But…Big Brother,” Tizzy said, eyes crossed as she tried to lick my cum off her nose. “You’re just starting. How can you help us?”

I took that as a personal challenge.  

Much later, when it was time for us to go to bed, I checked the trunk again. The sex magic book had returned, this time with three new entries at the very back—entries that did not appear in the Table of Contents. One was for an effect called Vila’s Ambrosia, and two were related to warlock lore. 

New Magical Discoveries

Pixie’s Wings (Vila’s Ambrosia)

Details: When overcharged with mana and in a happy emotional state, Pixie wings produce an effect commonly called Vila’s Ambrosia. This effect is incredibly rare, as it requires the assistance of a warlock during a moment of extreme emotional and physical intimacy; as such, the effect has been largely forgotten among their community for centuries.

Effect: Vila’s Ambrosia provides heightened focus and mental clarity, increasing mental attributes by 25% for up to 1 hour in its base state. The Ambrosia may be intensified or modified with alchemical potions and spells, or even a variety of emotional and physiological states. Experimentation is recommended.

 ***

Warlock’s Seed

Effect: A warlock’s seed has quite a few effects, all of which must be applied directly. If you were wondering, no, you can’t store it or bottle it up. That was tried ages ago and failed spectacularly. Rancid cum is the worst. Now, the main effects of warlock seed are as follows:

●       Touched: Touching a warlock’s mana-rich juices provides a mild euphoric effect that instantly removes any and all mind-influencing spells or monster powers. Yes, this is as useful as it sounds. If a warlock’s lover was cursed or being mentally manipulated, one drop of semen would be enough to break the mental hold.

●       Consumed: Consuming warlock seed expands the magic capacity of the recipient, and regenerates a [small] portion of mana. It also provides up to a [100%] boost to the variable effects of the next spell cast by the recipient. This boost will wear off in [1 day] or when the spell is cast, whichever comes first.

***

Monster’s Blessings (Warlock)

Details: One reason for the ancient war was the discovery that mortals could gain extreme benefits from consuming portions of monsters. Warlocks are, yet again, special in this regard. There are a litany of benefits that do not require malice or harm.

Tight emotional and physical bonds are the key here. Historic records are missing details about the benefits a true warlock receives from different types of contact from distinct monsters. Experimentation is required.

Note that the more trust, or emotional intimacy, a warlock shares with the recipient the greater the chance to enhance the effects.

Chapter 15

I slept… poorly. Not because of anything that happened the previous night; if anything, I’d been both physically and socially exhausted. It was my mind that wouldn’t stop. Seeing the entries in the sex book about Monster’s Blessings and Warlock’s Seed changed everything. They incentivized my instincts to create deeper connections with the girls and provided me with room to experiment.

It was the best mixture of both halves of my drive: ambition for success, and a growing need to protect and nurture the women who had come into my life so abruptly.

When morning dawned, I rolled out of bed and into the bathroom. I’d showered before going to bed, but given there was seemingly infinite hot water, I felt zero guilt in running another one.

A few seconds into it, Bekkah came wandering in. Seeing me, she yawned and waved. “Mind a little company? Nothing sexy this morning. Just some lovely time together.”

I smiled, “That sounds good, actually.”

Grabbing a wash rag, she joined me.

“Do I need to know anything about your wings? I don’t want to hurt you?”

She peeked over her shoulder at me, killer dimples on display as she met my gaze. “That’s right. You don’t know. Here, I’ll walk you through it.”

Over the next few, laugh-filled seconds, she walked me through how to delicately scrub the base of each wing. They were both magical and biological in nature, and glowed rainbow colors when I brushed them.

“They are self-cleaning, but it’s the area where they meet the back that can itch,” she explained.

For all that Bekkah reminded me of a hippie, she was a great tutor. When I finished, she folded her wings and I took the opportunity to slide my arms around her torso, drawing the soapy rag across her perky, palm-sized breasts. Refusing to give into temptation, especially as she sighed and arched her taut little butt against me, I asked, “Tell me a bit about what you’re struggling with in conjuration?”

From the way her shoulders fell, I was certain she’d been thinking improper (well, maybe in this situation proper was a better term) thoughts. “It’s my, well…my attention span, I guess. Like, take conjuration magic for example. It’s just so damn boring learning all those old human words from a dead empire just to conjure something as stupid as a rock, or a leaf, or whatever.”

“Rocks and leaves?” I frowned, thinking about my practices. “I learned to conjure useful things, like chalk, or even a bicycle one time. Why would you be conjuring rocks and leaves?”

“That’s what we’re taught,” she said with a pout, crossing her arms beneath her breasts distractingly. Face screwing up, she muttered, “Good girls summon things of no consequence. How about some dust, Bekkah? Maybe a little piece of cotton? There you go, that’s nice. That’s what a good girl should conjure. Bah. None of it is fun at all!”

And with that, I got it. Bekkah’s weakness might have been a lack of attention, which her Ambrosia effect could maybe help with, but it was mostly about the curriculum playing it too safe for her. That gave me ideas.

“I know how to fix this,” I said confidently. “Let’s finish up and grab the other girls. I want to go somewhere private where we can try a few things without anyone coming to tell us we’re doing it wrong.”

Turning, her hard nipples brushed across my chest as she leaned close, big eyes looking up at me hopefully. “Doing it wrong? What do you mean?”

“Mhm. One reason I always hated school was teachers thinking they always knew better than I did when they didn’t. I don’t want anyone minding what we do or coming over to try and stop us from getting you through this. Tipping her chin down, she looked up at me through her lashes. “Could you…oh, I don’t know, maybe…give me something if I do well?”

I arched my brow. “What do you mean?”

“Well. I’ve always done better if there was some incentive at the end. You know.” She glanced down. “I thought maybe we could form a deeper bond.”

“Bekkah, I like you. If you want an incentive to do well today, I’ll tell you what. Once we go through the test and you prove you can accomplish every spell, we’ll go on a special date together. Just the two of us. So we can get to know each other as people. Then, if we both decide, we can discuss a deeper bond.”

“With your cock inside me?”

“Maybe.” I still wasn’t sure whether fucking Bekkah first would be a mistake or not. Tizzy had an innocent demeanor most of the time, but beneath that was a fierce side. “We’ll see. Either way, you can have my release all to yourself as a reward at some point. How’s that?”

“Oh! Yes! Perfect!” She bounced a few times, nearly slipping on the floor.

I caught her, her lithe body momentarily pressed against my stomach and already hard cock. Neither of us said anything as we got out, dressed, then walked into the main room of the cabin.

As it turned out, every other girl was awake and watching us with bright, expectant eyes.

“Well,” Kasirah said, all matter-of-fact. “Are we topping off on mana or are we focusing on studies? If we’re doing the former, I want first this time. I was patient last night.”

I shook my head, explaining my plan. “I want all of you to come with us and contribute. What we all learn from each other may help in everything that comes next, especially since we’re a team now. If we finish early, or Bekkah needs a break, we can take turns working on other subjects. Sound good?”

It did. Even Tizzy, who was giving Bekkah a decidedly jealous look, caved to the idea of us using group time to help her friend.

Then Bekkah just had to add, “And he said if I do really good, we’re going to go on a date! And then we’ll have a love-bond. And he’ll give me his entire mana potion as a reward!”

That led to a damn near-riot. The next half an hour was me explaining that each of them could have a turn going on dates. “Bekkah asked for an incentive,” I added at the end. “I doubt each of you wants my cock just for making good grades or learning a new spell, do you?”

“Uh,” Asenath piped up, eyes flashing

“Often sought yet never enough,

Through valleys low and mountains rough.

Some say “stop” when having their fill,

But those who know better climb higher still.

When counting blessings or gathering might, What truth holds steady, day and night?”

That one took me a beat, but context helped. “More is best?”

“More is always better, but yeah. That’s about it.” She gave me a mysterious smile. “That’s three solved, mortal. You’ve earned a prize.”

“Speaking of prizes,” Tizzy shot in, “he beat Kassi and me in HOG yesterday and didn’t do much of anything fun. I mean, last night was…recreational. But he didn’t make us do anything. I want to be bossed around. And naked!”

“True, we do owe you a day of servitude,” Kasirah said with a velvet chuckle. “With the reward Asenath owes you, I guess that makes three of us, possibly.”

“D-d-don’t go signing me up for something like that out of nowhere!” the sphinx shouted. But her tone changed suddenly when she glanced over at me. “I mean—I guess it’s okay. If Reggie likes the idea of me servicing him with the two of you. I’m a f-f-filthy whore after all. Mostly.” She sounded like she was trying to convince herself still, which made me smirk at her.

“Since you all like incentives, how about this? We still have to decide about optional early testing. If everyone does well and decides to take the early exams, and succeeds, we’ll revisit the ‘servants for a day’ concept, and I’ll find a way to make it fun for us all.”

“W-what about me?” Bekkah asked, batting her lashes at me as her butterfly wings fanned out cutely. “If I pass the tests, can I be your servant, too?”

“Why would you—but you didn’t lose—never mind, yeah, sure,” I sighed. “Why the hell would I refuse?”

Now that we were all on the same page, or at least pointed in the same direction, I had Tizzy take the lead. “We need someplace safe and private. Got anywhere like that?”

“Of course I do,” she said, sounding mildly offended. “The grounds are covered in places like that. Sometimes, if you’re lucky, you might find a roaming monster or spirit to bind, too.”

After leaving the cabin, she pranced around, showing off her affinity to nature and the natural enthusiasm I was rapidly becoming quite fond of. The rest of our team remained nearby, with Bekkah choosing to fly, while Asenath and Kasirah each took up flanking positions on either side of me.

Walking at the center of the group was an interesting sensation. It gave me a feeling of place, as if I was precisely where I needed to be. It was also, and I felt a little guilty about thinking this, quite the power trip. Here I was, on the second day of Summer Camp, and surrounded by some of the most gorgeous women that I’d ever seen. What person in their right mind wouldn’t be jealous of me?

Still, I was determined for there to be more. To achieve more.

Tizzy took us through an overgrown hedge maze, one of several on the grounds. Instead of solving it, she pointed to a route that was technically a dead end. It just so happened that the dead end was in a wide, relatively open area. Enterprising students had stuck a couple benches and chairs there years ago, making it one of many similar places for students to sneak off to.

She was all too happy to point out there were plenty of places for us to distract ourselves if we wanted to.

After we arrived, I had everyone go to the nearest table, leaving Bekkah and I standing.

“Bekkah, to get started, why don’t you show us an example of your conjuration technique?” I said, moving a few feet away, just in case something bad happened. According to the texts, the low-level conjuration spells were relatively harmless.

Given the circumstances, I wasn’t about to play around with what might turn into a fireball big enough to burn my face off.

Nodding eagerly, she drew her wand and made a couple experimental flicks to warm her wrist up. Once she’d loosened up, she pointed at the ground and, with a flick-and-swish motion that reminded me of drawing a Q shape, said, “Crustulum est veritas!”

Magic tension rolled through the air in a quick puff as a lumpy, soggy cake-looking thing appeared on the ground.

“The first test is to make something edible,” Asenath explained from nearby, clearly holding back a laugh. “Every time you take the test, they change one or two details.”

Bekkah, looking like a wilted flower, nodded along with the other girl’s words. “They always make it a confection for me, for whatever reason. This class in particular is my third strike, by the way.”

The way she cast the spell, particularly the fluidity of the motion, suggested that she’d had a ton of practice with the gestures. Which told me the problem wasn’t the words or her execution. That left one thing.

Before I went into full mentor mode, however, I needed to test my theory out for myself.

“Hrm. Let me try,” I said, ejecting my wand from its wrist holster. This particular version of the spell would be new to me, but I was confident I got the idea. “You just think about whatever food you like most, as long as it fits in the category, right?”

Asenath replied, “Basically, yeah. It’s a very simple spell. They use it in the kitchens all the time.”

Brow furrowing, I tried finding a food that I particularly enjoyed. It came to me quickly and, with almost no effort, I found myself able to replicate my memory of the taste, texture, and smell of the fruit. When I cast the spell, chanting, “Crustulum est veritas!” an entire stack of fruit slices appeared. It was the same fruit I’d first sampled with Tizzy and Kasirah the previous day.

“He got it on the first try!” Tizzy said, bouncing up and down distractingly. “Oh wow! Oh wow!”

Bekkah continued to look wilted. “See? I’m just awful at this.”

I shook my head, walking over to her. Leaning down, I whispered into her ear. “You remember what you did with me last night? With your mouth on me?”

“Well, yeah.” She blushed a little, although from the way her hips wriggled, I knew it wasn’t from embarrassment. “And?”

“Can you describe how it felt? How it tasted? How swallowing my cum made you feel?”

“Well, sure. Of course.”

“Do it.”

She did, going into far more detail than I’d ever heard anyone go into describing food, let alone someone’s semen. I tuned most of the details out, since hearing about how decadent my own load was wasn’t my thing. When she was done, I said, “Okay. Now, I want you to close your eyes and really feel and smell and taste all of those things. Then try casting the spell again.”

Swallowing hard, she did as I suggested and closed her eyes. I moved behind her, placing one hand on her waist, and the other on her spellcasting arm.

Speaking softly against her ear, I said, “You’ve got this Bekkah. I know you do. You don’t need your eyes. Just focus on what you want, on what made you so happy last night and…”

“Crustulum est veritas!” She shouted the words, her wrist finding the motions automatically.

This time, a small glass appeared in the center of the clearing with a milky white substance inside.

Tizzy didn’t wait to rush over and down the contents, swallowing as greedily as if she’d been famished and seen her favorite meal. “That’s it!” she said after. “No mana, but the flavor and texture are perfect. Bekkah, great job!”

I laughed, shaking my head. “Nope. That’s hardly a confection. We need to do it again. This time, with cake. Or whatever.”

It took her two more tries, but by the third, Bekkah understood. By centering her mind on what gave her the most joy, or pleasure, or whatever, she found a way to give herself the focus to not drift.

With that new principle figured out, the next conjurations fell into place quickly. We summoned confections, then simple tools, then a couple larger practical objects—like a ladder or step-stool.

“And that’s it,” Bekkah said, dismissing a full-sized ottoman. The girl was glowing with a sense of achievement, but looked entirely drained, as if she’d spent all the mana she’d gained from recent activities and more.

I pointed it out to the group, and Kasirah explained, “Most of us only have a moderate amount of mana. Normally we could only cast any of these conjuration spells two or three times. With the boost you gave us, we’re able to do a lot more. The help you just gave Bekkah would normally have taken two of the prep days she had available.”

“Ah,” I said. “That makes total sense. How long will it take for her to naturally regenerate the mana?”

“Most of the day,” Bekkah said, moving to take a seat with the others. “That’s just one reason your mana potions are so important.”

“My cum,” I corrected. “You’re getting it out of my dick. Listen—enough is enough. Just because it replenishes mana doesn’t change the fact that it’s cum.”

All four of them ignored my statement.

New Spell Entry—Simple Meal Item

Spell: Conjure Edible Item

Incantation: “Crustulum est veritas!”

Casting Time: Short-Standard

Range: Close

Mana Cost: Low

Details: A basic conjuration spell that creates simple edible items based on the caster’s focused intent and memory of taste, texture, and appearance. The quality and accuracy of the conjured food depends heavily on the caster’s concentration and familiarity with the desired item. It appears in an appropriate container, although that must also be imagined. Commonly used as a placement test for conjuration students.