Sorcery

* Hey my Literotica Peeps, I know it's been awhile, and I am sorry for that. I lost a good friend some time ago and I was not taking it well. I'm lucky that I could spend three months laying on the couch. I just know he wouldn't want me to just sit on the couch. He read everything I've ever written. He loved my Divinity series, he just wanted it to get weird, so I'm going to turn it up. So to speak. I am letting you, my fabulous, sexy readers know this chapter is vanilla, but it will get up there. This will be the first series that will explore some bi-sex, like a lot of it. So MxM and FxF, and some other weird stuff that I know is not for everyone. I don't want you to get invested and then complain that I went in a different direction. This will be separate from Divinity and Jason's story but in the same Universe, you won't need to read the other one to know what's going on.

Now that that is out of the way, I hope you all enjoy it. I'll have another note at the end.

Big G, this one's for you!*

"Curses, you've denied me the final piece of my master plan, foolish girl!" The Arch Lich Rictor cried out. Smashing his skeletal hands on the table, smashing bottles and beakers, mixing together the magical ingredients causing it to make a volatile cocktail. The fumes washed over the vile creature, causing him to warp and twist into a new form. A hideous mass of rotten flesh, wings, and three rotting heads of an undead dragon. "Now! I'll destroy you once and for all!"

"I'm not afraid Rictor! I'll show you the true power of magic!" Lily, Mistress of Magic, shouted at him. Waving her staff in the air, writing ancient runes, and unleashing her ultimate spell. A summoned army of mystical knights formed around her. "We end this now!"

"God I love this game," I proclaimed as I had my nose buried in my current favorite game. An epic RPG, make your own character, stop a big bad, save the land, all the hallmarks of a Tolkienesque quest. I loved it, it probably helped that my Dad read me Lord of the Rings and the Hobbit when I was just a little girl. Swords, magic, monsters, I loved fantasy, it probably helped me be such a nerd.

I huffed to myself, I was in the library on the campus of my prestigious college, Winterharold Hall, where I was studying physics, one of the best schools on the East Coast. So uniforms, and other proper bullshit, but I was fine with it. I was well on the way to getting my master's. I had two free periods as I was already getting a 4.0 GPA. I was always smart, I loved learning, and had been branded a loser because of it. I suppose I was lucky since no one really bothered me at least. I wasn't made fun of much, I was just left alone. Far too few people, if you asked me, bothered to pay attention to me, minus my couple of friends.

I'm sure my appearance didn't help. I had long, frizzy black hair, a lithe frame, I had a bit of acne that sprang up from time to time, but other than that my skin was clear. Thick glass as my eyes were terrible, and I had a cute nose, or so I was told. I mean I had a good body, at least I thought so, my breasts were just shy of DDs, I had a nice heart-shaped ass, smooth legs and I liked to keep my mound shaved and clear since I could do it. I liked to compare myself with Anne Hathaway in those stupid princess movies, but without the royal parents. It helped that I was only two towns over from my mom and childhood home. I stayed at the dorms because driving was dumb, and the whole college experience.

I had to wear the school uniform, white blouse, pleated skirt, stupid girl's tie, and either knee-high socks or stockings; today I wore black, thigh-high stockings. I loved how my legs looked in them, and I'd also have on a garter belt and sometimes wear a corset, bustier, or bodysuit most days. It helps that my mom owns a ladies' boutique. Not that anyone even looked at me with interest, well minus James.

I sighed again. I missed him, the only guy who ever gave me the time of day. He was a bit nerdy, but also a soccer player. He was lean but muscular, and such a great kisser. Although I had only had Billy Clark in the 4th grade and my friend Gina last year on a dare, to compare him to. She wasn't a bad kisser. It was just different, another little fantasy I had at night when I was alone in my room. Between remembering the handful of times James and I made love, my porn addiction, and occasionally picturing some people I know naked, some lesbian fantasies sneaked their way in there now. James lived with his parents, namely his Dad, in the military, and they moved around a lot. He was around for about eight months, and it only took him one to get into my pants. On those special nights we would drive to Over Look Hill and make love under the large oak tree, or in the back of his car on cold nights. Meeting James might have been the best eighteenth birthday I could have ever gotten. I was glad to lose my virginity to such a great guy, but it didn't make me miss him any less though.

Fuck I'm getting horny, I thought to myself as I continued to save the world in my Switch game. I was alone, in my usual alcove in the library at a small table hidden in the back of the three-story building. Since it was deep in the legal section for anyone looking up obscure legal codes, it was often abandoned. Another thing I can thank the internet for, anytime someone needs to look up a weird law you can bet there is a website about it. I checked the time, I had about an hour before I had to show up somewhere. I carried at least two extra pairs of panties for just this reason.

Ever since I turned eighteen, last year, I had quite the libido. Mom explained that Dad was quite the horndog himself, so it seems to be a family trait. Even with my lack of sexual experience, I love a good orgasm. I was thankful when I could get a good one off with some time and just my hands, although the box of toys under my bed didn't hurt. I turned off my game and took another look around, making sure I was alone. I reclined back in my seat, lifting my butt, hiking up my skirt, pulling my panties down, and letting them drop down to my ankles as I got ready. I loved teasing myself, gently rubbing my inner thighs, and feeling the silky skin under my fingers.

I sighed happily, thinking about what I wanted to fantasize about. A recent favorite of mine was letting Gavin Bishop inside me. He was a student teacher in English, a big literature nerd. He was tall, and when he rolled up his sleeves his arms looked muscular, he had short dark brown hair, and a stylish beard that he kept short; I definitely wanted to know how it would tickle me when we kissed. His hands looked a little rough, and he explained he worked as a mechanic to pay for school. I pictured him giving me soft kisses, his hands making their way across my stomach, undoing buttons as they went.

Soon he would see the sexy bra I'd be wearing for him, and Gavin would take my breasts in his hands, pulling the bra down to get to feel my flesh in his hands. Grasping my nipples gently, giving them a squeeze that would cause me to gasp. I would be pulling his shirt off, leaving me cold for a second. I get his shirt off to feel his chest. I flipped between him being clean to having some chest hair, but it wouldn't matter in the long run as I only explored his chest for a moment at best, as I'd be taking his pants off while his hands pulled my skirt off, then panties. He'd be kicking off his pants as I reached into his boxers to grab his cock. It'd be nice and thick, and long, and just juicy looking.

"Be gentle," I moaned to him, trying to look vulnerable and innocent, although I wanted his cock in me. Gavin would smirk at me, before aiming his cock at my entrance and just plugging inside me.

I thrust my fingers inside me, I was wet already, lost in my daydream. I plunged them in and out quickly. Gavin matched the same pace as my real self. I wanted a hard, fast fuck right now. My fingers made that wet squishing sound as I fucked myself, I was swiftly closing in on my orgasm. With each inward thrust, I would tap my g-spot, knowing it was risky to be doing this, even though it wasn't my first time, I didn't want to risk it in the middle of the day.

I grunted softly as I slapped my cunt, getting my clit in on the action while I was at it. Cum, I told myself, cum hard! Giving it another second, it hit me like a truck. My legs shook as I arched my back, sucking in air as my orgasm washed over me. Imagining Gavin cumming inside me, filling me with his hot jizz. I swear I can feel it, I could feel his cock pumping me over and over, his cum spilling out as he kept fucking me. He was grunting over me, his voice moaning from the pleasure I was giving him and I was crying out from the pleasure he was giving me. Once it started I shoved my juice-covered fingers into my mouth to stop me from moaning out loud, but I also loved the taste of my pussy juice.

I felt like it would last forever, but as soon as my orgasm reached its peak, it fell sharply. I lay back in the chair, breathing heavily, as I basked in the post-orgasm bliss. I looked around as best as I could behind hazy eyes and saw I was still alone. Which was good because I gushed all over the chair and my legs, and was not pleased with the thought of needing to clean it and myself up. Small price to pay to have a good cum though. I would get there in a second, but I still had a little buzz left to enjoy.

Too soon though, my high left me, and I moved, my muscles a little tight now. I grabbed the pack of moist towels I kept in my bag also for this very reason. Cleaning up quickly, I wiped off myself, the chair, and some of my cum that had gotten on the floor. Spraying a quick spray of perfume on the chair to cover up the scent of my cum, I pulled my panties back up and checked the time again. Only thirty minutes had passed, which I suppose was a good thing. It would take me about ten to get to my next class, but there were fifteen minutes between classes, plenty of time to try and save the world.

Or I thought so until Gina came to find me, knowing about my little hideaway, she knew where I was. Gina was a little shorter than me, as I was always pretty tall for a girl, with flowing brown hair she usually kept tied in a tail, a few freckles across her cheeks, pretty hazel eyes, and such a lovely smile. Gina had taken a starring role in my fantasies lately, and I couldn't help but blush a little every time I saw her after kissing her.

"Penn," she started, Gina was a little flush. "Hey you need to come with me," she explained quickly. My name is Penny, by the way, Penny Abigail del Florentine. Say that five times fast.

"What's up," I asked her confused.

"There's a mandatory assembly for Mr. Harkon's class, they pulled out everyone in his class to meet," she explained.

"That's odd," I replied as I quickly packed up my things.

"Yea rumor is he's in the hospital," Gina told me with some concern. We liked Mr. Harkon, he was in his late fifties, balding, but always had candy on his desk and was ready to help whenever you asked him for it. "I hope he's ok, and it's just a rumor," she continued as we left the library.

I agreed with her as we made our way to the western buildings, the math hall being the largest of the group. We entered the class which was abuzz with all the students, throwing around different theories as to what was happening. I heard a dozen different things, ignoring all of them. I did want to know, but I didn't want to let my imagination run away.

After a few stragglers came in, which made me feel good I wasn't the last one to enter, Ms. Hartworth came in. She was the current Headmistress of the school, taking over after Mr. Warne retired. Ms. Hartworth was a leggy blonde woman, always in a women's cut suit. Today's was a white skirt and blazer, deep purple blouse, her hair was wavy today, matching purple nylons on her legs, ending in sensible white heels. I noticed, not for the first time, that she had a great body: an hourglass figure, with some hefty top-heavy breasts, but wide hips and a nice round ass. I wanted to bonk myself with the horny bat as I did start to wonder how she sounded when someone played with her pussy, which I imagined was as smooth as mine.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Ms. Hartworth called out, getting everyone's attention and chasing me out of my horny daydream.

Get a hold of yourself, girl, I scolded myself.

"As I'm sure the rumor mill is a buzz and I want to dispel as many of them now," she started to explain. "Yes Mr. Harkon is in the hospital," she paused for some gasps and talking but only for a few seconds. "He and I wanted to assure that he is fine, or he will be. He needs surgery to fix a valve in his heart. Mr. Harkon and I knew about his health long before any of you came here." There were a handful of snickers as Mr. Harkon always joked about his bad 'ticker.' "His doctor believes they can finally fix his long-standing issue, as a world-renowned doctor is in town for a limited time. One of his operations is for Hank—I mean Mr. Harkon," Ms. Hartworth caught herself saying his first name.

"So he will be on sabbatical for the foreseeable future," she continued. "The school has a substitute for Mr. Harkon and she should be arriving shortly. She will be your teacher until Mr. Harkon can return. To my understanding, he will be out for the rest of the year, as he will need to recover and rebuild his strength again."

As Ms. Hartworth continued to explain what was happening, I felt a chill run down my spine. It felt odd, it felt like it was, I don't know, evil? I guess that was the word that came to mind. It was a similar feeling I used to get whenever my Dad would read about Sauron and the One Ring.

I noticed I was spacing when the door to the classroom opened with a rush of air. A tall, stern-looking woman came in. She had raven black hair, tan skin, and her dark green eyes scanned the classroom. She wore a dark red blouse, black skirt, and a tight velvet vest pushing her large breasts out.

"Ah Ms. Smith, perfect timing," Ms. Hartworth proclaimed. "This will be your afternoon class. Class this is Ms. Smith, we have her on loan from several west coast schools, she has a Ph.D. in Mathematics, and I trust you will show her the same amount of respect as you've shown any other teacher."

"Thank you, Ms. Hartworth, I assure you, I run a tight classroom," Ms. Smith stated, and the cold feeling I got worsened. "You are all adults, and I will treat you as such, but I also expect you to remember that I am a doctor in my field and the respect that comes with it." She continued to scan the room, her eyes locked in on mine. I was the most afraid I had ever been at that moment, I swear her eyes smiled at me. My vision blurred for a split second and I could see her skin was blood red, twisted horns came out of her forehead, and her eyes were made of fire. I was terrified but also so turned on, like panties instantly wet kind of horny.

"I know you will find the students both attentive and respectful here," Ms. Hartworth told her with a hesitant smile.

"We shall see," she shot back sharply, not moving her eyes from mine. I wanted to run away, but I also wanted to tear off both of our clothes and just start fucking in the middle of class, not caring about anyone else in the room.

Ms. Hartworth continued her strange smile and cleared her throat before continuing. "Well to get everyone used to the change, there will not be any class this afternoon but will resume tomorrow. You will be dismissed for a free period. Those of you who don't have another class are free for the rest of the day. You are all dismissed," Ms. Hartworth proclaimed. There were a few smiling faces, and a couple of people were bummed they had to wait for their next class. I was free but Gina had to stay, and I was about to tell her that I would meet her later when Ms. Hartworth spoke up again. "Ah Penny, can you stay a moment," she called out to me.

We shared a look. "Hey I'll see you later," Gina told me. I swallowed hard and took a deep breath before getting my things and walking to the front of the class. It was strange to stand between the two women, one bright and one dark. The duality of the colors was a bit of a shock, and my wet panties were not helping the situation.

"How can I help you Ms. Hartworth?" I asked, finding my voice.

"While I understand that you are only in your first year, Mr. Harkon has suggested you are a prime candidate for a teacher's aide. I was hoping I could pair you up with Ms. Smith here to assist her in getting settled," the Headmistress explained.

"I thought only second years would even be considered," I asked her. This would be academically great for me, but I still couldn't shake the cold feeling I had about Ms. Smith.

"Normally yes, but with your GPA and the fact that you have fewer classes than others, we are willing to ignore that this is your first," the Headmaster explained. "So what do you say?"

"Ah, of course, I'd be happy to help," I replied with an unsure smile. I just couldn't tell what it was about the other teacher, I was terrified of her but I just couldn't say no to this opportunity.

"Excellent, I suppose I can leave you to it, Ms. Smith," Ms. Hartworth asked her.

Ms. Smith let a dark smirk cross her face. "Of course, I'm sure we'll have a few things to get straight," she stated, still looking me square in the eyes. Ms. Hartworth nodded and left promptly, as though she wanted to get out of the other woman's gaze."So Penny is it," Ms. Smith frowned at the words. "I don't think that's your real name. what is it, girl?" she asked me in a sinister tone.

"That is my name, I'm Penny Abigail del Florentine. I don't have another name," I told her. Why was I answering her? A voice in the back of my head was screaming at me to run, but I couldn't get my legs to move and carry me away.

Ms. Smith leaned toward me, looking me in the eyes. "You're not lying, you don't know do you?" she asked more aloud than at me directly. "Shame," she growled, narrowing her eyes. "Tell me about your father," Ms. Smith asked, standing straight again.

"What?" I asked her, I felt my mind get hazy. I wanted to tell her whatever she wanted, but I also knew I shouldn't say anything else to her. I still wanted to run away, but just couldn't move my feet.

"Your father, tell me where he is," she told me sternly.

"He died, like six years ago, in a car crash," I told her.

Ms. Smith gave me a look and then smiled darkly. "You don't say, he's dead huh," I was shocked when she started to laugh.

It was really rude that she was laughing at my father's death, I became angry, super angry. How dare she! I heard someone speak before I realized it was me. "Shut the fuck up! You fucking mean bitch!" I shouted at her. Ms. Smith stopped instantly, looking at me like she was scared for a moment. I suddenly became aware of what I had just done. "I'm so sorry, I'll be going now," the spell on me was broken and I rushed out of the room.

I ran out of the building and away from campus, I ran as fast as my legs would take me. I didn't stop until I realized I had come to Mr. Red's antique shop. He was a very nice old man and had been a friend of my family's as long as I could remember. I walked in, the bell above the door ringing, alerting Mr. Red that someone was here.

"Be out in a moment," the old tired voice of the owner called out from off to the side, where I knew the office was.

"It's just me Mr. Red," I called back, hearing my voice crack. The events of the afternoon hit me suddenly and I felt tears start to stream down my face. I fell to the floor and started to sob, deep heaving sobs, I hadn't cried like this since my father's funeral.

"What in the world?" I heard the old man ask loudly as he came out from his office, a hand-rolled cigarette hanging from his mouth. "Dear, what is wrong?" he asked me, rushing over as fast as his body could take him, dropping the cigarette to the floor. He bent over to pick me up, and I tried to help him, and eventually, Mr. Red got me up and took me into his office. Sitting me down in his big arm chair, I couldn't speak, I just kept crying. "Stay here, I'll make some tea."