Exquisite Experiments

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The bandit king stood over her, his thick cock rock-hard and ready to violate her. Grabbing her knees and roughly forcing her legs apart, Princess Felicia gasped as her barbarian lover lined himself up with her entrance, the tip of his cock resting against her aching pussy.

“Are you ready, whore?” She could only gasp in response, her eyes burning with arousal as she nodded her consent. With a grunt, the bandit drove himself forward, spearing his manhood into her, making her groan with pleasure.

Lucy DuBois smiled. God this was trash.

Lying on her stomach, fingers working lazily across her pussy, the young witch turned the page. At least this author could spell, she thought to herself. She kept reading, enjoying the story of the noble princess giving herself to the rough bandit king, in all its smutty glory.

This was how she spent most of her days at the Astral Academy, when she wasn’t in lectures or frantically studying for a test. Thank god she’d managed to swing a single room; a roommate would not have made this any easier. Lucy smiled to herself. Well, not unless they were just as horny as she was…

Turning her attention back to the page, the witch let out a soft gasp as her fingers began to work into her pussy, her middle finger slipping in and out with ease as she pressed her hips down, keeping her hand in place. Soon though, it wasn’t enough.

Lifting her hips up off the bed, she redoubled her efforts, sliding two fingers in and out of her soaking hole as she flipped through the erotic novel she had open in front of her. Each twitch of her fingers sent a little shiver of excitement through her, her bare nipples rubbing against the sheets as she rocked her hips forward and backwards absentmindedly.

Despite it’s technical shortcomings, the book was doing its job; the graphic descriptions of the two characters engaging in a variety of colourful carnal acts were driving Lucy’s libido into overdrive. Slipping her fingers out for a moment, she gave her clit a few quick rubs, running her fingertips across herself in a semi-circle, before plunging back inside.

Deciding enough was enough, Lucy flipped herself over, tossing the book down by her side as she grabbed the handle of her chest of drawers. Rooting through her sock draw, surprisingly full for someone who did very little washing, she finally fished out a smooth stone rod. Polished to a shine, the milky blue-grey object was about seven inches long, thicker in the middle and tapering to a slightly flared head at one end. In the light, the opalescent material it was made from shimmered. Lucy smiled.

Picking the book back up again, she lay on her back, one hand keeping it steady while the other guided the dildo towards her aching pussy. Teasing herself with the tip, she ran the smooth stone up and down between her damp labia, across her clitoris, and back down before pushing the head inside her entrance. She bit her lip. It felt amazing. Desperate for more, she pushed the object deeper inside, feeling it slip into her with barely any resistance. Underneath her ass, she could feel the damp spot her juices had made on the blanket.

Her body on fire, she began to fuck herself, sliding the dildo in and out of her needy pussy as she went back to the story. Feeling the stone shaft sliding in and out of her sent shivers of pleasure throughout Lucy’s body, and as she settling into a steady rhythm, the young witch began to pump the dildo in and out even faster.

Soon, she was fucking herself hard and fast, trying her best not to make a sound as she stuffed the stone dildo in and out of her aching snatch. She bit her lip tighter, afraid someone in the next room would hear her, but didn’t slow down her pace. Keeping her mouth shut tight, cheeks burning red with arousal as she masturbated, Lucy could feel her orgasm quickly approaching.

Letting go of the book, she let her head fall back, moving her other hand down to her burning clit. The combined sensation of the dildo sliding in and out of her wet pussy and her fingers furiously rubbing across her sweet spot was incredibly intense, and it took every atom of Lucy’s being not to cry out in ecstacy. She was so close, she could feel it!

Closing her eyes, Lucy rolled her head to the side, biting down on the blanket as she pleasured herself. Desperate to come, she kept her hands moving, forcing the dildo in as deep as it would go, feeling the cool stone head spreading her walls as she pounded it into herself, fingers still working tirelessly across her clit. Her ass was slick with juices, it wasn’t going to be long before she climaxed.

Starting to pant, Lucy could feel her body beginning to spasm. Deep in her stomach, she could feel the oh so familiar sensation starting to spread out through her body. Nearly there, nearly there, just a few more seconds…

“Lucy!”

Suddenly, a loud knocking on her dorm room door made Lucy jump. Snapping back into reality, she sat up straight, turning to look at the clock on the wall. Oh shit, she was late for class!

Abandoning her toy, she got to her feet, desperately looking illegal bahis around for a towel to clean herself up.

“I’ll be there in a second, I’m just trying to find my wand!”

Giving up, the frantic witch grabbed the blanket scrunched up on her bed. Oh well, it was going to need a clean after this morning anyway. Quickly wiping herself down, she practically dove for her wardrobe, throwing on the first robe she could find. Grabbing a pair of blue cotton panties, Lucy grimaced as she pulled them on over her still-damp privates. She had been so close to coming.

“Come on, we’re gonna be late!” The voice from the other side of the door sounded impatient.

“I know, I know, I’ll be two seconds!” Spinning around, Lucy grabbed her wand from the bedside table, along with a satchel containing her spell books and journal. She promised herself she’d actually look at them today instead of zoning out like usual.

Lastly, just before heading to the door, she reached up to the hook on her wall and grabbed her pointed hat. After all, what self respecting wizard, even a student, would be seen without a pointy hat?

Quickly pulling it onto her head, Lucy grabbed the doorknob, and threw open the door. Standing on the other side, looking more than a little irate, was her best friend Charlotte. A slight girl, just a little taller than Lucy herself, the young witch looked down at her with a look of impatience. Lucy smiled awkwardly.

“Hey, sorry, just had to grab my stuff…”

“I can see.”

Charlotte motioned over Lucy’s shoulder, to the open book and conspicuous stone rod still lying on her bed. Lucy felt a rush of embarrassment. Turning back to her friend, cheeks burning bright red, she gave her a guilty grin.

“Sorry.”

Charlotte returned her smile “Sure you are. Come one, let’s go.” Giving Lucy a mischievous flick to the nose, Charlotte turned and began to head off down the empty corridor towards their classroom. Lucy, still embarrassed, hurried after her.

———-

Shuffling into the large, grandiose room that served as a lecture theatre, Lucy remembered exactly why she’d wanted to come to the Astral Academy in the first place. From a young age she’d had a real knack for the arcane arts, and while other children her age ran around and played games, she stayed inside, studying to take the entrance exams when she was old enough. She’d practiced her spells every day, and as soon as she hit eighteen, her parents took her into town to take the tests. She knocked them out of the park.

It took two weeks of waiting for her acceptance letter to arrive, every second more agonising than the last, but when it finally did, Lucy had jumped for joy so hard she’d almost broken her ankle. And so, packing her bags, she kissed her parents goodbye and set off across the Coldspike Mountains towards her new home.

Lucy remembered the first time she stepped through the majestic gates into the academy’s courtyard as though it were yesterday. The way the buildings around her towered up to the sky, the gargoyles perched on the roofs leering down at ther. The way the air hummed with raw magical potential, the smell of the fresh mountain air tinged with sulphur and other arcane reagents. It was everything she’d ever hoped.

The lesson plan had looked intense, but she’d never been worried. After all, in the entrance exam she’d gotten some of the best results her hometown had ever seen!

Unfortunately for her, she quickly learnt that pretty much everyone else at the academy had also gotten the best test results their hometowns had ever seen. And some of them came from much, much bigger towns than hers.

It had taken a few weeks, but she eventually settled into her new routine. The culture shock of going from such a small town, where almost no-one knew anything about magic, to the world centre for arcane studies was pretty intense, but soon enough Lucy had gotten used to it all quite nicely. After all, if she was going to be here for at least three years, she’d be damned if she wasn’t going to enjoy herself!

And, half the world away from her parents, that turned out to be much, much easier than she’d expected.

Following Charlotte through the throng of people up into the rows of seating that filled most of the room, Lucy sat down next to her friend. She looked up. There were almost in the dead centre of the aisle. She hoped she wouldn’t need to pee. Opening her satchel and dumping her books on the long wooden desk that spanned the full length of the row, she folded her arms and rested her chin on them, staring ahead at the large, empty blackboard. It wouldn’t be empty for long.

Already standing at the front of the classroom stood Professor Mortimer, an old wizard with a long white beard and thin rimmed spectacles balanced on an old, tired face. Lucy wasn’t sure if it was the weight of academia, or the stress of dealing with her fellow students, that made every teacher look a hundred years old. Although, considering where she was, that might just be the truth. Waiting impatiently for the class to take their seats and settle illegal bahis siteleri down, he cleared his throat and made his way to the board.

Lucy groaned internally. She hated Transmutation, largely because of this Professor. Somehow he managed to make everything sound about as exciting as watching paint dry, his dull monotonous voice ringing on and on about the fundamentals of change and other completely uninteresting concepts.

Lucy really didn’t want to be in this class, but as Transmutation was one of the eight major schools of magic, it was compulsory for all second year students to take. She much preferred Conjuration, the art of creating things from nothing, but it could be worse. At least it wasn’t Maths.

Tapping his wand on the edge of the dark oaken lectern in front of him, Professor Mortimer began to speak.

“Today class, we shall be covering chapters six and seven of Articcunio’s Experiments in Abstract Animation, Vol. 2. Please turn to page 227…”

As the class opened their books to the requested page, Lucy could feel herself zoning out. All she could think about was how much she didn’t want to be here. She’d much rather be back in her bedroom. She sighed. She’d been so close, so close to the edge when Charlotte had interrupted her. “What a bitch”, she thought to herself, smiling.

Lucy had met Charlotte shortly after arriving at the academy, and the two had become fast friends. Charlotte’s room was only three doors down from Lucy’s in the dormitory, which had led to more than a few late night drinking sessions. Somehow the subject always made its way to sex, and that’s how the two had learnt about their shared love of erotica.

Lucy smiled. As much as her best friend liked to pretend to be so much purer than her, she knew her secret. Charlotte was just as kinky as she was. While they’d never actually done anything together, neither of them being particularly attracted to girls, that hadn’t stopped them swapping stories, tips, and even a couple of boys.

Lucy would never forget the time the two of them had gone to a party, and ended up going down on the same guy, about an hour apart. Her smile grew wider, She should get in touch with him again.

She’d learnt a lot from her friend over the past year and a half. Growing up in the bustling city of Windcliffe, she’d had a lot more opportunities to experiment growing up, and some of the things she’d tried astounded even Lucy. As a small town girl, especially one who’d stayed indoors a lot, Lucy hadn’t had much sexual experience before leaving for the academy, but had made up for lost time quickly when she arrived.

After getting over her initial reservations, Lucy took to the casual scene hard and fast. After all, in an academy specifically reserved for the best of the best, a lot of the students were in a similar situation to her, and the sudden rush of freedom they all experienced led to some wild, wild nights. Nights lucy hoped she wouldn’t forget in a hurry, at least the ones she still remembered.

Despite it all, she’d still managed not to get herself too bad of a reputation, except with the quiet Durlacovan boy who lived in the room next to hers, and constantly asked her to keep quiet when she was ‘spending time with a friend’. It was hard for her not to laugh in his face every time he asked, staring at her sternly through his thick spectacles. Maybe he just needed to get some relief himself.

Zoning back into the classroom for a moment, Lucy was surprised to see the professor holding out a long piece of rope. With a flick of his wand, the slack rope suddenly tightened, standing rigid even as he took his hand away. A low chorus of ‘oohs’ sounded from the class, as Professor Mortimer began to wave his wand back and forth. As he did, the rope began to sway from side to side, as if it were a giant snake.

“Now, as you can see, while this may appear to be a simple telekinesis spell, it is actually something far more complex. What I have done is cast a spell which has animated this object. Now, until I dispel it, the rope will follow my commands. For example, rope: coil.”

As the professor spoke, the rope did as he commanded, immediately coiling itself up into a tight circle on the ground. The class murmured in amazement.

“Now, stand straight”. Again, the rope did as it was commanded.

For the next few minutes, Professor Mortimer continued to demonstrate the various things the animated rope could do, including tie itself in knots, latch onto a roof beam and swing itself up, and even unwind itself into individual fibers before coming back together. But by far the most impressive demonstration, and the one that peaked Lucy’s interest the most, was when the professor called on a volunteer from the audience.

Making his way down from his seat at the back of the class, the young man who’d been picked gave a thumbs up to his laughing friends. Full of bravado, he stood next to the professor, who asked him to hold his arms at his side. As the young man complied, the professor spoke to the rope again.

“Rope: bind”

In a flash, canlı bahis siteleri the rope had flown out, wrapping itself tightly around the student’s body, pinning his arms to his sides as he struggled to get free. The class started to laugh, and as he realised he couldn’t escape, he clearly decided to make a joke out of his predicament, turning to look up at them all with an over-exaggerated look of panic on his face.

The professor smiled too. “Ah, having fun are we? Well, you’ll enjoy this too then! Rope: lift!”

Suddenly the student’s expression turned to real panic, as slowly but surely the rope began to float upwards, lifting him up and off the floor. Lucy’s eyes went wide. Kicking his legs feebly, the young wizard began to yell, asking to be put down, which only made the class laugh harder. Eventually, Professor Mortimer gave in, returning the boy to the ground and ordering the rope to let him go.

As the student made his way back up to his seat, looking down embarrassed and rubbing his sore wrists, the professor turned the class’s attention back to the chalkboard. “And so, after that practical demonstration, we see the truth in Articcunio’s hypotheses…” But Lucy wasn’t listening. She had an idea.

———-

Two hours later, when the lecture had finished and the students filed slowly back out of the room, Charlotte grabbed Lucy by the shoulder.

“Hey, what’re your plans now? Do you wanna grab lunch?”

Lucy frowned. “Sorry, I… kinda have plans already.”

Charlotte gave her a patronising look. “Do they involve a certain stone rod?”

“No…” Lucy tried her best not to sound guilty, but she could feel her cheeks turning red already. “I’m… going to do some studying… for the test next week”

Charlotte’s expression didn’t change. “Which test? The one for Advanced Evocations? “

“Yeah, that one!” Lucy realized her mistake almost immediately, as did Charlotte.

“You mean the class neither of us take?”

Lucy stayed silent. She’d been caught red handed. Charlotte let out a chuckle.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine. Have fun up there.” Charlotte gave her best friend a wink, and turned around, quickly disappearing into the throng of people in the hallway. Lucy stood there, still blushing but with a stupid grin on her face. God Charlotte was the best. Turning around herself, she made her way back to the dormitory.

Weaving her way through the crowds of students, all in their identical grey robes, Lucy quickly got to the spiral stairs that led up to her dorm room on the top floor of the academy. Making her way past the tall iron-inlaid windows that looked out over the snowy courtyard below, she took a moment to gaze out over the mountains below.

Nestled in a natural rock cradle, the academy was mostly protected from the harsh weather of the upper highlands, but that didn’t stop the driving snows from piling up on every available surface. Peaking out, she could just about see a group of final year students in one of the outdoor experimental areas, drawing complex arcane sigils in the snow, which quickly crumbled and formed whirling elemental creatures of fire and air that flickered, danced, and disappeared. Lucy grinned. Next year, that would be her.

Continuing on her way, she passed a few groups of students loitering in the hall, some reading books and others just chatting with friends, until eventually she found herself outside her bedroom door. Reaching into her pocket, she realized she’d never actually locked her door. In the mad rush to get to class on time, she had completely forgotten. God, she hoped no-one had come in and seen the state of the place.

Luckily, as she turned the doorknob and stepped inside, she was greeted by the same messy room she’d left. Dirty robes and other trash were strewn across the floor, a pile of dishes sat on an end table, still not washed, and on her bed sat the stone dildo, staring up at her almost accusatorially, as if to say “why did you leave me out here in the open? “. Lucy made a mental apology to it.

On the table next to her bed stood a small portrait of her family, crowded around her as she stood, smiling, holding her acceptance letter. Her parents had been so proud of her, they’d insisted on having the moment immortalised, so her uncle had quickly sketched out the scene and painted it later. She looked at it. It really wasn’t very good. The hollow eyes of her parents stared at her from the canvas. Lucy thought it looked a bit like they were judging her for the state of her room. Stepping through the chaos, she lay the picture down. Much better.

Collapsing down onto her bed, the young witch let out a long sigh. She really needed to clean up at some point. But not right now. A smile crept up and across her face. Time to pick up where she left off.

Rolling off the bed, she quickly stripped off her hat and robes, leaving her in just the cotton panties she’d hastily pulled on earlier that morning, and a comfortable bra. Stripping those off too, she took a moment to admire herself in the full length mirror hanging from the wall of her small room. She didn’t often like looking in the mirror, but right now, she felt good. Letting her eyes run up and down her figure, she couldn’t help but smile and strike a pose, cocking her hip and tilting her head. She felt like she could take on the world.

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