Reading from the book, Amy Madison called to The Great Mother, compelling the forces of light to do her bidding.
"Valde matris audite meus cries," she intoned. "Repleo meus muliebris substantia per vestri lux lucis quod permissum mihi sentio vestri vox in meus plurimus occultus locus."
And, all at once, she could feel it. There was a warmth between her thighs, tingling there and growing by the second. It pulsed within her, the magic she had only begun to understand after her own mother had disappeared - her essence encased in a trophy locked in a Sunnydale High School display case.
Only then had she begun looking into her mother's books, unlocking powers within herself as she became a woman and a witch in her own right.
Amy was understanding now, that the crazy old woman couldn't have been all wrong, as the humming, strumming warmth continued to grow in her loins, causing her to shift from her kneeling position on the floor.
As she shifted her feet from below her, she felt her meaty lips rub together, as if she were feeling for the first time any sensation in her nethers. And that, of course, was a laugh. She'd learned early as a chubby child how to please herself while thinking of Xander Harris or other cute boys at school.
But this sensation was all new. This was more than that, and her more grown-up form was giving the spell a grand playground to work its magic. It was like she could feel every nerve ending 10 times greater than before, each pulsing with a life of its own.
She wished now that she'd thought ahead and disrobed before chanting the words. It would feel so good to have a hand on her pussy just then, stroking, caressing the length of her lips and thumbing her clit.
But no matter. The magic was doing all of the work now and she could feel it continue to grow, as if something grand yet invisible was pushing her toward orgasm. She could feel the walls of her pussy expanding and contracting as her clit pounded from within, edging her ever closer to climax.
Her left hand went to her right breast beneath her t-shirt and her right hand went between her legs. No time to unbutton her fly or undo her bra, she just massaged above the clothing squeezing her flesh to try and increase the sensation.
It worked and the first wave wash over her, throwing her onto her back with ecstasy. She was enthralled by the power of the orgasm as wave after wave coursed through her body. Writhing with pleasure, her legs convulsed and kicked away the book below her.
A white light of pleasure filled her closed eyes and then began to fade as she regained her composure. She'd almost passed out from the sensation and when she opened her eyes she saw that she'd wrecked her night table, tumping her burning incense and magical charms with flailing arms and legs.
"Wow," was all she could muster, then noticing the wet spot on her jeans and making a mental note to prepare better the next time she tried that spell.
"I've got to tell Willow about that one," she thought to herself, then thought, "I'll call her right after I try it again."
* * *
"You ... no ... you mean ... I mean ... no," Willow stammered as Amy explained the spell to her. "I couldn't ... could I? ... no."
Amy could tell she was flustered. Good old dependable Willow. Amy had known she'd react like this. Willow was not one to talk openly about "S-E-X," and certainly not about masturbation.
Amy didn't think she and Oz had even gone all the way although she could tell Willow was working up to it.
Instead of calling, Amy had decided to go over to Willow's house - book, incense and all - and tell Willow in person. She thought it might be a little weird trying to describe the sensation over the phone. I mean, how do you tell someone you've just magically fucked yourself? That was a face-to-face conversation if Amy had ever heard of one.
And so, after changing clothes, she hopped in the car and made a bee-line for her coven-buddy. Willow's mother had let Amy in without showing much interest beyond the usual pleasantries. If she'd only known what the brunette had in mind for her daughter.
