Nights at Newtnose Ch. 04

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At this moment, Violet and Charlotte have found their first major clue regarding the strange illness which is affecting witches at Newtnose: they discovered a small, half-moon shaped rune inscribed upon the wrists of Angelica and Nichole. In this chapter, Violet and Charlotte have a falling out before an erotic encounter with the languorous, lecherous knight who guards the library.

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Nights at Newtnose Ch. 04: Into the Reliquary

It was the next morning, and I had a free period in our dormitory before Cursery in the afternoon. I sat in a plush, green armchair looking at the plain sheet of parchment Stanon had given me, feeling dumb.

"Just, ugh," and I tossed it to the ground.

"Why wouldn't he give you better instructions?" asked Violet. She slipped her robes over her head and shook her hips. She slid her feet into small, black shoes. "What's with all the intrigue?"

I stared at the parchment. "I don't know. I don't know him at all." I held the small bottle in front of the flickering light of our fireplace. "He said I needed to read that parchment somewhere relaxing."

"Maybe at the baths?"

"I hate baths."

"On the grounds?"

"It's cold."

Violet looked at me. "What?" I said.

"If you can't relax in a specific place, maybe it's more of a mental thing."

I cocked my head and looked at her. How did I ever pay to come to this ridiculous school, anyway? Memories of sandy streets, slumbering drunkards in gutters and thirsty cats to lick their spittle, thick and hot coastal breezes through my hair and shrieks in the night all pawed through my mind. I clicked my tongue.

"Do you have any werewolf hair?" I asked.

She frowned. "Not much, it's like ten weight, per."

"Yeah, that's why I don't have any. If you give me five, I can get you a hundred weight. Probably double that."

She looked at me, incredulous. "How?"

I gestured at the dormitory. "I had to pay for this somehow," and I rummaged through my bag for some thin kashmiri parchment, bottled slug slime and moon tallow.

"Just one hair," and I stuck out my hand. "It'll be good for both of us."

Violet searched through her dresser and handed me a long, slim vial filled with a small tuft of grey hair. I retrieved a single rough strand and placed it with the other ingredients into my mortar and pestle. A quick squeeze of half-dried dung beetle and a horrible black smoke filled the room.

"The fuck, Charlotte," and Violet shied away with her arm over her nose, shutting her eyes tightly.

I laughed. "Just wait for it."

"Gods it smells horrible."

The thick smoke smelled like moldy mint and burnt garbage. I waved my wand through the heavy clouds and they slowly turned a thin, shimmering green, smelling of squeezed lemons and fresh pine instead.

"Open your eyes," I told Violet. I waved my hands in the air. "Open your heart," and I laughed.

She looked at the smoke and sniffed it, then looked at my mortar and pestle: a droplet of shimmering, amber fluid sat at its bottom. I dipped my quill into it and scrawled several runes on the kashmiri parchment.

"Those aren't in the standard set," said Violet.

"Nope," and I rolled the small square of parchment up into a long, slim cylinder. I licked the outer edge and sealed it to the roll, twirling it in my fingertips. "He wants me relaxed," I said. "So, he gets relaxed," and I flicked my wand at the edge of the roll to light it, and inhaled.

I leaned back in the chair as a gentle tingle rushed through my nerves. I looked at Violet and laughed at her consternation.

"Did you sell essense to pay for Newtnose?"

I laughed again, swishing the smoking roll at her. "This isn't even adjacent to essensual magic. It's more like sweetleaf, just made of runes rather than water and sunlight. Though, if you ask me, there isn't much a difference," and I offered it to her.

She eyed the roll suspiciously. "Will I be okay for class?"

"The runes mean: body, mind, intertwine, and lift. This kashmiri stuff is just to make it smoother."

Violet gave me that same look. "You'll be fine," I said.

She puffed hesitantly. We'd only known each other a little over a month, but I felt like she trusted me immensely. It made me somewhat uncomfortable.

She sat on the chair next to me and looked around, a light smile on her face. Her eyes were somewhat lidded, but she looked at me clearly. "Yeah," she said. "This is nice."

"Yeah," and my voice trailed off. I looked out the open window: the sun was shining clear and bright through dew on the glass, and a cool, gentle breeze filled the room. "You know," I said, "we didn't really get to talk after last night."

Violet leaned back in her chair and puffed awkwardly at the slowly smoking roll. "No, we didn't."

"I'm worried about Angelica and Nichole."

Violet rubbed her arm. "Yeah. Angelica said she'd show me what she did to Nichole."

I thought of the small rune on Angelica's and Nichole's wrists. But I also thought about her fucking herself on the chair in front of Violet.

"You think she meant the rune?" I offered lightly.

Violet was quiet for a few moments and closed her eyes. "Yes and no."

"She isn't in my runes class with Stanton," I said. "Is she in yours?"

"Not with Quip, no."

"I'd be surprised if she could distill that medium," and I eyed the silver cassowary inlaid in our dormitory wall. It pecked at the shelf above our fireplace.

"I think she meant, well, the other stuff," said Violet.

I scratched my knee. I thought of Violet's hand on her thigh while Angelica played with herself. I thought of her obvious but hesitant excitement at kneading Angelica's ass as the conjured cock fucked her.

"You didn't charm her," I said. "You said it yourself. Even if you had, remember what Quip said," and I laughed. "Angelica and Nichole are definitely fucking."

Violet took another pull from the kashmiri parchment and handed it to me. Her fingers were long and delicate. She looked at me. "She said something else, too."

My heart skipped a beat. I took a long, full puff from the parchment and set it on the table between us. "We don't have to talk about that," I said. "It's okay."

Violet was beautiful. I'd never had a thing for women, but I could understand why someone would with her. She was petite, but still curvier than most. More importantly, she was smart and kind, too. But I thought about the library and Angelica being there, and I wondered if that's all there really was to it all.

"You've never explored anything with a girl?" asked Violet.

I shrugged. "I mean," and I shifted in my seat, facing her. "I've always been drawn to men. I want to nuzzle into their arms and put my head on their chests. Women don't really, well," and I flexed my thin arm. "There's nothing there," and we both laughed.

"Yeah," said Violet. "I get it."

"But," and I looked at her briefly. "Last night was kind of hot. Alarming, sure, but she almost got me to pull her hair."

Violet smiled wryly. I wondered if she was thinking of Angelica's ass, what it felt like on her palms. But I also knew she felt guilty about it all, and wondered if maybe she was thinking of what my ass felt like, instead. "I wish we could talk to her," she said. "We really should. I feel bad."

"Same," and I tapped my wand on my leg, thinking. "This Stanton stuff is mixed up with those two, I'm sure of it."

"You think he did something?"

"Well, not necessarily. Like I said, we got to talk a fair bit, but everything is so muddled with him. I don't think he'd harm a student."

"But you aren't certain."

"No," I said. "I'm really not."

I looked at the piece of parchment at my feet and picked it up. I unrolled it in front my face, not sure what to expect.

"So he wants you to read it," said Violet, and she leaned over to inspect the scroll.

It remained blank as ever. "I don't know what you want from me," I told it.

To my astonishment, a thin red scribble slowly appeared: "You could start with your name."

I stared with a start at the scrawl upon the parchment. The hum of kashmiri magic vibrated within my toes and fingertips. Violet and I looked at eachother.

"Is this thing agentic?" asked Violet. "These were supposed to have all been burned ages ago."

"My name's Charlotte," I told it. "What's yours?"

Violet slapped the parchment out of my hands. "Charlotte, no. Absolutely not."

The paper quivered on the ground, and a soft voice filled the air. "Those who seek, seek that which is sought-" and Violet kicked it towards our fireplace.

"Come off it, Violet," I said.

"No," she said. "This is dark. This is old. They don't have souls like portraits do."

I waved my hand in the air. "It's parchment. It's magic just as much as the runes you just smoked."

She crossed her arms. "Okay, lets take a step back. Stanton gave you this."

"Yeah."

"And he gave you a bottle of mysterious medium which, at this point, you haven't figured out."

"Well, the ingredients and proportions-"

"And now two girls have dropped dead unconscious, both of whom we don't currently know the state. And the runic medium you found also was of a making you couldn't place."

"Violet-"

"And this thing is talking to us," and she kicked it again. "The Consortium saw fit to burn these, all of them. Runes don't want anything from us. Portraits want things, sure, but they're bound to their original humanity. Bound to their souls. This is," and she paused. "This isn't bound to anything."

I breathed out and leaned back in my chair. "Look," I said. "We don't know what happened to Nichole and Angelica. We don't know what that rune is, we don't know what's in this stupid bottle, but we do know that Stanton gave me this parchment."

"And why you?" she asked.

I frowned. "What does that mean?"

"This all started after you fucked him. Famous, illustrious Professor with a shimmering public profile, connected to one of the oldest wizarding families on the continent. Then a herd of trolls rough up his office, you secret out of there alone, and how many times have you bitched to me about him avoiding you after class?"

"You don't understand," I said. "There's something between us. It's confusing and complicated, but it's real."

"And that makes it even worse, Charlotte."

Something in flight flapped by our window. Its shadow flittered over Violet's face as she looked at me with intense concern.

"You don't need to worry about me," I said. "I'll get into the Reliquary somehow, get that stupid book, and I know that parchment can help me."

"Why?" asked Violet. "Why do you need to even do this assignment? Just forget about this. We'll talk to Angelica and Nichole. If this rune thing keeps happening, the Professors will figure it out. We don't need to be involved."

"Damnit Violet," and I walked to the parchment. I picked it up and pointed it at her. "I came to this school to learn-"

"Then go to class," and she raised her voice. "How many rules have you already broken? The Witchwood, being in the library after hours, fucking a Professor. And you just casually implied you're going to pay me back for the werewolf hair by selling unlicensed medical runery. And to who? Students? You're going to get expelled over some dumb errand for someone you barely know. I don't want that for you."

"What I do isn't up for you to decide," and I gripped the parchment tightly in my hand. "You don't know where I'm from, what I've been through. This parchment, that dumb bottle? This is how I even got here. Do you think Stanton would go to the Professors with this if it's as dangerous as you say?" and I shook the parchment in the air. "No," I said. "He wouldn't. There's something more going on and he wants my help. I need to use this thing, and I need to get that book from the Reliquary."

Violet huffed. "I don't want you to get to hurt."

"I can't control that," and I looked away for a moment. "That's just life."

She frowned. "If that's how you see it, then fine." She grabbed her messenger bag and slung it over her shoulder. "But I'm not going to watch you flail around like this."

She left our room. I sat back onto the chair and unrolled the parchment.

"You happy?" I asked.

Several moments went by. I wondered if it would respond, but slowly in glistening red ink a response appeared: "To be happy. Oh, to be just that."

*****

"And then she just started to, well, play with herself," I told the paper. "In front of us. Then I spied the rune on her wrist."

I had been talking to the parchment for nearly an hour. About Professor Stanton and the bottle, about Nichole and Angelica. I had discovered that it could only speak if rolled up, and preferred to do so.

"I see," it said quietly in a voice that was neither feminine nor masculine. "Curious."

I nodded. After a moment, I realized it couldn't see me.

"Yeah," I said. "So this rune, it's a half-moon. Both Angelica and Nichole were unconscious, but Angelica did wake up in the library."

"Yes, that's also curious. With a sufficiently powerful medium, any image drawn will be magically akin to that which it represents."

I thought for a moment. "Maybe Angelica woke up at night because that's when the moon is out?"

"I would like to agree with that interpretation," and the parchment paused. "Furthermore, it would explain why your friend's spell was attracted to Angelica."

"How so?"

"The moon pulls the oceans towards it. Perhaps the rune pulls magic towards it as well."

I grinned. "That does make sense," and I thought for a few moments myself. Runes do channel magic of course, but to do so for a spell not even directed at it...

"And what of the castle," I asked the parchment. "The Reliquary."

"Those that guard," it said, "guard their charge closest," and I was surprised to see it unroll itself. What looked like the sun casting a stark angular shadow from a stone wall scrawled roughly upon the parchment. I thought of the thin, dark line behind Ser Allonso's portrait.

"So the Reliquary is behind the librarian," and I smiled again. "I knew it."

"What you've deigned, you've done so on your own. However," and it paused, rolling itself back up.

I waited. "What?"

"You mentioned Effigy Esoterica. This is an old work. I question what avails you, there."

"How so? Stanton needs me to read it."

"That I do not doubt. I doubt the motive. Is the art of effigy construction taught in your time?"

"Not really," I said. "But I've read a bit."

"They are precarious things. They are intended to burn, and burn with them that which they contain. Your strange medium, decanted by your Professor: if you would like, do place a blot upon this parchment. I question its construction."

I grabbed the bottle, but I paused before unstoppering it. I thought of Violet's warnings about the parchment.

"Why do you hesitate," it asked.

I frowned. "How do you know I'm hesitating?"

Another several moments passed. "Considering the comments of your friend," it said, "and the dubious nature of the challenge your Professor has given you, it would be wise to hesitate. It is true, however, that I am as your friend says: unbound. But nonetheless I am bound to this parchment. So I want something from you."

The parchment was rolled up on my lap, cool and light. But the air around it felt heavier, charged, almost as if in anticipation.

"What do you want," I asked.

"I believe your Professor understands that agentic parchments are not all alike. I think he sees a similarity between myself and you. I want to understand. I cannot be in the world as you can. My mind is all there is. So, please, if you would give me just a drop of that strange fluid. I dare to wonder if it is not the same as that which bore the runes upon your associates."

The thought had crossed my mind of course, but I was afraid of what that would mean. I wanted to trust Stanton, but if I couldn't, I'd best know that.

I unstoppered the bottle and let drip a single drop of the purple, heavy medium upon the parchment. The drop fizzled at its edges as it dried. The paper hummed and, slowly, the drop of medium disappeared entirely.

"Saltpeter," it said. "Mercury, yes, of course. But this so called morning dew," and I heard the sound of paper rustling, as if the the parchment were scratching its chin. "This is no morning dew."

"But I watched him put morning dew into it."

"Yes, it would appear so. I do not blame you. I understand the confusion, though. Let me help you," and under the word 'you' appeared a small, slightly opaque drop of fluid.

"Did you, what, spit that back out?"

"In so many words. Quick, touch it but do not taste it. Never taste such a thing."

I cautiously placed the tip of my finger upon the fluid. It was warm, slightly tacky. I smeared it between my thumb and index finger, finding it slippery.

"You're right," I said. "Not morning dew."

"No. This is saliva of incubi."

I looked at the glistening fluid as it slowly dried upon my fingers. "Incubi? They're in dreams if they're real at all. That doesn't make sense."

"No," said the parchment. "It would not. But they certainly are real. They are old, and old things are old for a critical reason: they persist."

I leaned back in my chair. I waved my wand at the saliva on my fingers and that thin film gathered in a small, oblong orb above the bottle. It descended, and the cork stopper sealed the bottle tight.

"So this is some spit of a borderline mythical creature," I said. "And I'm to find a book on effigies, which you say burn that which they contain."

"Yes."

"So we're going to burn an incubus."

"At this point, it could appear that way. I caution haste, however."

I sniffed. "If Stanton gave me this medium, with this ingredient, and gave me you to describe its contents to me, and furthermore told me to find a forbidden book on effigies, it means he trusts what I conclude by working with you."

"Potentially. You described to me your doubts regarding this Professor Stanton. I believe that this is incubus saliva, for I am old, and I persist. That is my use. But my knowledge is fallible. There are many things which came before my time and after it which magic has altered."

"Why do you think this is incubus spit, then?"

"Incubi and Succubi are not so different from humans, magically speaking. They are personifications of primal human desires, forbidden and thus amplified. You stated well yourself: they are in dreams. But are they merely there? Night sweats, nocturnal emissions, somnambulance... They are not so different, these two spaces. On the other hand, this saliva could also be a human's. It is has within it intense, old magic... An exceptionally gifted witch or wizard, perhaps; magic blurs these things."

I shifted in my seat, staring at the parchment. I then looked around the room: the lion on our wall licked its paw, and I wondered why it even did that. Did it feel it? What was in the walls and magic which let them work that way? If this medium had such a thing within it, and I was to burn an effigy infused with such a medium, what would burn? Who would burn?

*****

I walked into the Cursery dungeon somewhat hopeful: Angelica and Violet would both be there, and I hoped to smooth things over with each of them. I sat in my usual spot next to where Violet should be, but as the minutes grew closer to the start of class, some part of me realized neither were going to arrive.

Professor Crocus paced upon the rough-hewn stone floor in front of class. "Ms. Nolet," he said in a harsh voice. "Would you happen to know if your dear associate Ms. Willowind intends to grace us with her presence in our cold, cold dungeon?"

He was tall with medium length brown hair casually tucked behind his ears. A few locks fell in front of his eyes. His gaze was piercing, likely due to his right eye being blue and his left being hazel.

"I can't say, Professor. She left our dormitory a while ago. I haven't seen her since."

"Tragic," he said. "I do believe she'd enjoy this lesson. It's complimentary to her tastes in charmery, after all."

I frowned, not having a clue what he was getting at.

"Nonetheless," and he waved a large hand. His sleeve rolled back to reveal the black wool of an undershirt."We will push relentlessly forward into the artful cursery of restraints."

The lesson passed the same as I'd found most cursery classes to: fun but also alarmingly, overtly violet. Cushions were strewn on the stone floor to catch us as we fell while practicing paralysis curses and curses to bind our limbs. I was happy to stop falling over myself until we practiced another curse which painlessly sewed our mouths shut.

"Why leverage the wretched, emotional violence of charms?" asked Crocus with a languid smile. He leaned over me, inspecting some small, invisible ties which sutured my lips together. "Your mouth is sealed, surely. Yet you no doubt wish to speak. No," and he shook his head. "Curses are far more humane."

My joints ached and my lips tingled after the lesson. Being at someone's mercy wasn't exactly what I had in mind for fun, but as I left the dungeons and ascended into the dusklight of the Astrologer's lounge, I remembered the library and what I intended to do to Allonso. I needed to get behind that portrait.

The large, gentle brass arms of a massive astrolabe suspended from wooden rafters above me slowly rotated, casting long and delicate shimmers throughout the spherical room. The ghost-glimmer of the moon peaking over the treetops of the Witchwood came through large, circular windows set at regular intervals in the arcing stone walls surrounding me. That gentle light, suspended as if uncertain, made me think of Angelica and Nichole. I wished Violet was with me.

I reached the library just as night fully took the castle. Keeping in mind that traversing the castle after dark was forbidden, I found security oddly lax. I wasn't sure what to make of it, if anything. What's breaking a rule which isn't enforced? Is that even a rule anymore?

The library was the same as last night, though as far as I could tell I was the only one within. Ser Allonso was again asleep in his portrait, with his cat sleeping under his chaise rather than upon his chest. I shut the large door behind me. "Portakleidas," I whispered, and I heard the soft clink of tumblers as they rolled into position. I jiggled both handles: each door was locked tight. "Siopeia," I said, and the hollow sound of silence nearly hummed from the doors. If I managed to enjoy myself somewhat, I didn't want anyone hearing it.

I walked down the center of the library and reached the alder table closest to Allonso. I grabbed a chair and dragged it in front of his portrait. I looked around once more to make sure I was alone: seeing nobody, hearing nobody, my heart raced in my chest and I felt far more uneasy than I had anticipated. You'll get expelled, dashed through my mind: I thought of Violet and felt eerily alone in the massive library. Stacks and stacks of books in seemingly limitless rings towered over me, Allonso's portrait towered over me, and the courage I had when planning this charade slowly evaporated.

I looked at the edge of the portrait which had shown behind it the slimmest shadow. Hoping the frame would unlock while he slept, I pulled lightly at its edge. It wouldn't budge. If it only unlocked after he got off, well, that's what I was going to do: get him off.

I sat on the chair, my heart thumping in my chest. My palms were sweaty.

"Excuse me, Ser," I said.

Allonso kept sleeping.

"Excuse me," and he woke with a start.

"Ah," he said. He rubbed his eyes through his helmet. A look of recognition flashed across his face and his eyes widened. "What are you doing here? And where is your friend?"

"Which one?" I asked. Remembering Angelica, I kicked my right leg out and crossed my legs. His eyes flicked towards my thighs; he truly was a lecherous thing.

"The blonde one," he said with a slight stammer. "But, you aren't to be here. I will not let you into the Reliquary."

I uncrossed my legs slowly and pulled my robes above my knees. I leaned back in my chair. "Her name is Violet," I said. I slightly spread my legs and casually caressed my exposed thighs. My heart raced and I felt an unexpected warmth within my pelvis. I'd locked the doors and cast a silencing spell, but knowing that just hours before my fellow classmates had been studying in the very area that I was slowly uncovering myself felt was strangely exciting.

"Am I not enough?" I asked as I pulled my robes upward to my belly button. "I didn't wear anything underneath. All day, just for you, Ser," and I spread my legs fully. He stared lustily at my exposed cunt.

I was getting more into it than I expected. He stood with rapt attention, seeing nothing but me. I looked him in his eyes and lightly touched myself, and a little bolt of lightning sprinted through my abdomen. I felt my pussy clench reflexively. "All day," I said again. "In class, in the halls, my pussy just waiting to come please you."

He kept staring. I moaned softly and slowly rotated my hips. I felt the hard edge of the chair dig into my exposed legs. I thought of whoever could have been studying on this very chair today, yesterday, and my nipples hardened. I pressed a finger into my slit and was surprised to hear myself truly moan. I looked up at the knight who looked down to me, and his mouth was agape.

"Come on, Ser. Don't you want to play with me?"

He moved his right hand to a clasp on his pelvis which would drop the plates of steel that kept him from himself. Just as he did so, he stopped.

"Seductress!" he cried. "These trials, trials! She will never forgive me, no, not if I haven't learned from last night." He shook his head and turned around. "No," he said. "I cannot. But how I yearn to. Leave at once!"

I frowned, but moaned again as I slipped another finger within me. He didn't turn as I hoped, didn't even threaten himself with a glance. I waited several moments before the silence of the library struck me. I reached into a deep pocket of my robe and retrieved the bottle Stanton had given me. I wasn't sure if it would work, but it was the only thing left to try: I would enchant his portrait so he could feel me.

Just before I unstoppered the bottle, I heard someone approaching behind me. I pushed my robes down, stood and turned with a million apprehensions racing through my mind. But as I turned, I saw her blonde curls bouncing lightly in the candlelight. She put a finger to her lips.

"Don't say anything," Violet whispered into my ear. "I know who I remind him of, now."

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Shh," and she walked to the portrait.

Ser Allonso peeked ever slightly over his shoulder at the whispers behind him. He did a double take as he realized Violet was standing just behind him. He turned to face her.

"Good evening Ser," she said.

He stared with an incredible fondness at her. It was like watching a candle melt.

"You miss her," she said. "And I understand why. But," and she paused, "maybe I can remind you of what you used to have?"

She batted her eyes and a very slight smile spread across her lips. "Charlotte," she said. "Tell me to take my robes off."

"Sorry?"

She looked at me and nodded at the knight. "Tell me to get naked."

"Erm, get naked?" I said.

"No," and she sighed. "I want you to mean it."

I thought of Angelica putting my hand on her head and telling me to pull her hair. My pussy suddenly ached.

"Get naked," I told her. "Strip for him."

To my amazement, she slipped her robes from her shoulders and let them drop in a circle around her ankles. She stood pale in the candlelight, wearing a red lace bra and thin red panties. She normally wore more comfortable underwear: had she planned this?

"And I want you, Ser," said Violet, "to tell me what I should do."

"I... I would never dare," he stammered, but his eyes roamed greedily over her body.

She smiled wide and slowly slid the strap of her bra from her shoulder to let it hang on her arm. She did the same with the other and stared at him.

"But maybe you could," he said quietly. "Maybe you could remove your brassiere."

"I could?" and she slipped her thumbs over the top edge of her bra. Her breasts pushed outwards, exaggerating her cleavage. "You have to command me."

"I would never command the lady-"

"No," and Violet interrupted him. "You wouldn't command her. But I only look like her. You can command me."

The way she said command me floated in my mind. I realized I was breathing shallow and quick.

Allonso's eyes went wide, finally realizing what was truly available to him. "Remove your brassiere."

Violet laughed. "Do what?" and she squeezed her breasts.

"Do what I have said."

"Yes Ser," and she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her ample breasts fell forward in a lewd bounce.

"Pinch your nipples for me."

She pinched them.

"Harder."

She squeezed them tightly, and I could only imagine that tightness sprinting through her chest. To my surprise, her eyes fluttered she moaned a small moan.

"Gods your beautiful," said Allonso. He hurriedly unlocked the steel plates from his pelvis and swung his shimmering mail from his body. He stood before us barechested, with nothing but silk undergarments to cover his massive, erect cock. "Remove your drawers," he told her.

Violet giggled and ran her hands down her breasts, her belly, her cunt. She rubbed herself over her lace underwear before hooking her thumbs over their hem. She turned and bent over, wiggling her ass at Allonso as she slowly pushed her panties to her ankles. She lingered there, breasts dangling and cunt exposed, her small pink folds glistening delicately in arousal before him.

I couldn't believe what was happening, but I couldn't hide how hot I was finding it: my belly was warm, my nipples were tight, and I felt an emptiness between my legs. Allonso stroked himself through a parting in his underwear as Violet slowly stood back up, drawing her hands over her thighs, her hips, then her breasts once more. She faced him, tugging her nipples outwards and twisting them.

"Now," continued Allonso, stroking quicker, "spread your legs for me. Rub yourself."

Violet sat on the chair. She spread her legs wide and let her knees relax outwards, her pussy bare to the massive portrait before her. She put her left hand behind her ass and leaned back, arching her pelvis into the air, aiming her cunt at the knight.

"Look at me," she told him. "Look at how wet I am for you, Ser," and she truly was: as she stroked herself, I heard small wet sounds hum throughout the echoic chamber. A cream welled around her fingertips as she hooked her middle and ring finger into her cunt and swirled. Her eyes fluttered, and I was impressed by how completely turned on she was by being told what to do.

Allonso groaned deeply. He kicked his underwear off and stood before us with one hand on the frame and the other firmly on his dick. He thrust into his hand quickly, his eyes flickering from Violet's wet cunt to her large breasts as they jiggled, to the plush of her ass which pressed outward from where she sat in the chair, and the sharp sound of his pelvis clapping into his fist joined with the slick, supple sounds of Violet as she fingered herself.

I found the two's intimacy and mutual arousal infectious. It was hard to focus on anything but the growing ache between my legs. I thought again of how it felt to command Violet to disrobe, and of that brief thrill of Angelica placing my hand on her head and telling me to pull.

"Violet," I said. She turned her head and saw the lust in my eyes. Her surprise settled into something else, something quietly triumphant, and she fucked herself deeper as she stared at me and answered: "Yes, Charlotte?"

"I want you to fuck him."

She shivered. "How will I do that?"

"You need to trust me."

"Tell me to trust you."

My heart leapt. This dynamic of domination and submission was totally new to me but absolutely intoxicating. I retrieved the bottle and a quill and walked to the knight. He briefly looked at me before looking back to Violet and stroking himself faster. "Ser Allonso," I said in a soft voice. "Would you like to fuck Violet?"

He paused, then looked at me. "Whatever magic you have to get me inside this mademoiselle," and his mouth was open, "Gods, do it."

I waved my wand at his portrait and muttered, "Mikronaeia," and Allonso shrank to the size of a normal human. He looked at his arms and legs in confusion, then looked behind himself to his chaise which now towered over him. "Just wait," I said.

I unstoppered the bottle and dipped my quill into the incubus medium. I etched a rough outline of a male body upon the canvas, then wrote the runes for breath, night and light. I tapped my wand to the phrase and it glowed red.

I walked over to Violet and gave her my two hands. She took them, and I guided her towards the portrait. Allonso was still a head taller than us, roughly six feet or so in height. We stood facing each other.

"Violet," I said. "Step closer to the portrait and press some of your hair to the canvas. Allonso, try to touch it."

Violet looked at me in wonder. "Do it," I told her.

She gently pressed a handful of her long hair to the canvas. Allonso touched it hesitantly, then gasped. Violet leapt back.

"You enchanted the portrait," she said. "I felt that."

"And so did he," and I smiled. A thrill beat through my chest. "He can feel whatever is put against his canvas."

Her astonishment melted. A devious, lustful grin spread across her face. "Anything?" she asked.

"Anything," and I pushed her against him.

Ser Allonso pressed himself into her body where she leaned against the canvas. He ran his hands up and down her body and moaned deeply, his eyes closing.

"Tell me where you feel him," I said to Violet.

"I can feel him on my tits," she said. "He's pinching my nipples," and she gasped, "and he's spreading my pussy," and she stopped, her mouth open. "Oh gods," and she spread her legs. "Oh Gods."

I watched as her flesh imprinted above her pubis from one hand as another squeezed her left breast. She pressed her ass lewdly against the portrait, and I noticed how delicate and small she was, how soft and pale her skin was. Her hair swayed back and forth as Allonso's invisible fingers vigorously plied her flesh.

"Stop," I told him, and he did. The two looked at me. "Suck his dick," I told Violet. "Suck it good."

Violet looked at me with a naked wildness in her eye. Her mouth was slightly open, and she hurriedly dropped to her knees in front Allonso. Though he was smaller than before, his cock was still rather large.

Violet greedily pressed her face to the canvas. Allonso shoved his cock where her mouth waited wetly for him, and moaned louder than before as she sucked him off. I knelt next to her and watched as her cheeks sucked inward as she slurped the knight's cock. Spit dripped down her chin and the lewd sound of her sucking went to my head. She moaned, angled her jaw to the side, and Allonso's legs quivered. I cupped her chin as she slurped and she smelled of roses and appleblossom. Her slight neck tensed against his girth and her hair stuck to his portrait. I tucked several wet strands behind her ear as she bobbed her head fervently. Her skin was hot and her hair was soft, and I ran my left hand through it: it felt like silk.

I rubbed my right hand between my thighs as I ran my fingers through her hair. My nipples felt like they were going to pop, and that terrible ache in my pussy intensified. My left hand lingered on the back of her head, and as Violet drew backward she smiled at me and nodded. I knew what she wanted.

"Fuck her face," I told Allonso.

I held Violet's head against the portrait, mesmerized by how quickly her cheeks sucked inwards and pushed outwards with each thrust, and with small lurid gargles spit dribbled down her chin from her plush, pink lips as he fucked her mouth. Clap clap clap went through the library as she straightened her neck to better take his cock. My cunt was searing hot for the lurid sound of Violet slurping: her small moans and slight coughs, Allonso's deep moans, the sound of my own slickness between my legs drove me wild. Her neck strained more, she shuddered, and she pressed her hands against the canvas. I let go of her head and she drew back with a gasp.

"Don't worry about me," she said with spit running down her chin. She licked her lips with a lewd smile and wiped the back of her wrist against her eyes and mouth. Strands of golden hair stuck to her cheeks and neck. She looked at me with incredible lust, her eyes swimming in mine, her chest heaving and flush. "Make me do it."

"Stand up," I told her. "Turn around."

She stood quickly and turned, presenting her ass to Allonso. I put my hands on the sides of her face and kissed her deeply. She greedily tongued me, and I felt her soft lips vibrate against mine as she moaned. I pressed my index and middle finger into her sopping cut and fingered her as deeply as I could. She trembled as I cupped her jaw and swirled my fingers in her cunt, pulling against the roof of her slit while thumbing her clit. Her pussy clamped onto my fingers as I pressed against the rough patch near the mouth of her cunt. She was hot and wet; I felt her weight against my chest and my pussy throbbed and my nipples tingled as they pressed into her own. I squeezed her soft ass with my other hand and she trembled.

"Fuck, Charlotte," and she moaned. "I'm going to-"

"No," I said and I pulled my fingers from her, slick and warm with her arousal. "Not yet."

I shoved my fingers into her mouth. Her tongue slipped between my knuckles as she sucked her own juices. I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her into the canvas, then I pressed her down to her hands and knees. She pressed her hips backward and ground her ass onto Allonso's canvas.

"Now fuck her," I told him. "Fuck this slut hard."

Violet instantly bucked forward in a bright cry. "Oh my Gods," she said as she rocked forward and back. Her head bounced into my crotch and I held my breath. My body was so hot, and thlp thlp thlp her ass clapped against the canvas as Allonso railed her.

"Charlotte," said Violet. "Charlotte-"

I rushed to remove my robes. I pulled off my bra, nearly breaking the clasp, and tossed it aside. Violet bounced against my thighs and Allonso cried in pleasure. I smelled salt, sweat and sweet perfume and couldn't hear anything but Violet's lurid, small moans.

I stood over her, her head angled upwards and her eyes staring into mine. She glanced at my exposed, wet cunt, and I spread my lips for her. She breathed me deeply, smelling me, her neck tensing to reach me. I saw her mouth open, and she looked up at me again with incredible desire.

I took a step closer and spread my legs in a wider stance, arching my pelvis towards her mouth. My cunt pulsed and I felt terribly empty. "Lick it," I told her firmly.

She closed her eyes and licked my labia with a smile. Warm bolts of pleasure rolled through my belly to my legs and my arms as her soft lips and tongue flicked over my clit. I felt her hot spit and breath roll over asshole as she flattened her mouth on my cunt and sucked me. My legs quivered, my knees shook, and I leaned my head back in ecstasy as I pressed her head into my cunt. I squeezed her head with my legs, and her rhythmic bucking by Allonso's fucking tickled my inner thighs and pubis.

I sighed in intense pleasure and smiled at how erotic everything had become. Her forehead pressed into my pubis, her nose pressed just above my cunt, her cheekbones were hard against the tendons around my groin, her torsional tongue flexed and wriggled flat against my clit as she sucked it harder and I cried out.

I wanted more. I wanted to make Violet mine, I wanted to see her fucked, I wanted to see her give into whatever I told her to give in to. I reluctantly stepped away, and a long line of spittle arced from Violet's open mouth to my dripping slit. She gasped and looked up at me as she bucked and bucked again. She licked her lips and wiped her mouth off. She giggled breathlessly before putting her weight on one hand and fingering her swollen clit with the other. She slipped her fingers along Allonso's cock as he railed her and she moaned deeply at feeling him enter her. She looked from the cock that split her legs and up, into my eyes: her face was flushed pink and her bangs stuck to her forehead askew in long, sweaty curls.

I picked her up and pressed her against the canvas. I grabbed her wrists and lifted them above her head. She arched her back and moaned again, little quivers shooting throughout her belly and inner thighs. Allonso gripped her wrists, suspended them above her head, and I stepped back.

He fucked her relentlessly. Her breasts hung like tear drops before me and swung violently as he thrust into her with renewed vigor. I sat on the chair and watched him fuck her mindlessly, sweat rolling from his forehead to his chin, his mouth agape, his eyes closed tightly in pleasure. Violet's body bucked forward and back, her ass and breasts jiggling, her hair swaying over her shoulders, her mouth open and eyes closed, my cunnyjuice and her spit in a clear and shining smear across her delicate face. She squeezed her thighs together and looked at me with eyes half-closed in ecstasy.

"Oh Gods," moaned Violet. "Oh Gods, fuck me Allonso. Fuck me harder," and she started to shake all over. Her voice was bright and filled with lust, and he growled, and thick heavy claps drowned out the slick and sloppy sounds of her loosened cunt. I felt so hot and empty, felt the stagnant and humid air of the library settle over my body, and I watched in amazement as Violet completely lost herself in such a thorough dicking. I thought of her habit of nibbling her quill, of her regularly rushing out of our dormitory late for class with her hair all over the place; I thought of her lecturing me about the agentic parchment, about her worrying over my speaking to it. It all melted away as she quivered against the portrait, her arms erotically above her, wrists pinned, breasts gyrating, ass jiggling and wetness glistening in the candlelight between her legs as Allonso furiously fucked her.

She cried out and her entire body convulsed. Her legs came tightly together, she flexed her arms and her chest heaved as she tossed her head back and cried out again. She shook as another wave of her orgasm took her and she pushed herself from the canvas.

She fell to her knees. She panted, quivered again, had lines of spit down her chest and her entire body flushed. Her thighs shook and she brought her knees to her chest, moaning on her side on the ground, smiling, almost laughing as she crawled away from the canvas. Her legs kicked out in tiny spasms as she groaned, panting.

I looked at Allonso as his cock twitched and twitched again, throbbing red and hot in the portrait. He hadn't finished, and neither had I.

I nearly ran to the portrait and threw myself upon my back in front of it. I spread my legs and pressed them against the canvas. I had no idea what to expect, but when he grabbed my thighs his grip was iron. I cried out as he entered me roughly, quickly, and that incredible emptiness between my legs and in my belly felt deliciously filled.

Thlt thlt thlt he entered me violently and my thighs quivered. He pulled my legs straight up against the canvas and hugged them together, lifting my abdomen with apparent ease. The head of his cock pressed thickly against the top wall of my cunt and I squeezed my pussy for him. He groaned, growled, and fucked me harder. Clap clap clap and I put my weight on my elbows behind me. I felt my cunnyjuice drip down my cunt and slather my asshole. I bucked my pelvis into his own, fucking him back roughly, taking from him everything he gave to me. His eyes rolled back in his head.

"Is that all, Ser," I said. I fucked him harder, my elbows digging into the carpet. I grabbed the back of my left knee with my left hand, put more of my weight on my right, and gyrated my cunt at an angle on his dick. I squeezed him hard and felt another wave of wetness rush out of me.

"Oh Gods," he cried out, gripping me tighter as he neared. His hands were calloused and rough on my thighs, his pecs against the back of my legs as he hugged and fucked me hard as stone. His pubis bucked against my clit and his balls slapped against my asshole. Jolts of electricity filled my body and I sighed in deep pleasure and moaned, feeling my nipples tighten to pinpricks upon my breasts as they jiggled. They felt so tight, and before I could pinch them I felt Violet do so.

I looked at her and my breath caught in my throat. My heart raced, my mind was awash in pleasure and I grabbed her head and kissed her. My body bucked forward and back, clap clap clap throughout the library as I exhaled hot breath into Violet's mouth. Her breath poured over my face, her flowery, sweet scent was in my mind and I felt a fullness in me growing, an incredible anticipation that made my heart race faster. My entire body was going to pop.

"Violet," I said as Allonso dicked me thoroughly. His hot cock split me in, out, in as he filled my pussy and I let my head fall back. "Violet," I repeated, panting. I needed to smell her, to taste her. "Sit on my face."

Before I could blink, her soft, wet-hot cunt was over my mouth. I felt her thighs thick and warm squeeze my head. She tasted like sweet cream gone slightly sour, tasted like salt, smelled like honey and pepper and I relished the feeling of her labia rolling across my tongue. She gasped and pressed her hand into my forehead, grinding her pussy onto my mouth.

Allonso pressed himself deep into me and held his dick there. I felt it twitching in a spot rarely reached and gasped in pleasure. I humped my pelvis upward as I slurped Violet's cunt, rubbing my clit against his pubis and squeezing my cunt on his cock. He cried in pleasure, deep and reverberant, and I felt his member twitch and twitch again. I squeezed tighter, sucked harder, humped faster and Allonso's hot seed poured into my belly as Violet squeezed my head with her thighs and cried out. A small wave of hot, sweet and slick cunnyjuice rolled between my lips as Violet shook violently on top of me. Allonso gripped me hard, rope after searing rope pouring inside me, with each muscle of his abdomen and chest contracting hard and rhythmic against the back of my legs, against my aching ass, against my red and engorged cunt.

I looked up and saw Violet's large breasts jiggle above me as she slowly humped my mouth. Her nipples were pink dots jutting outwards tight and hard. It was too much: my entire body shook, my nerves lit afire and ecstasy rolled through me in waves. I felt my cunt quiver on Allonso's dick, felt my knees shake and ass contract as my legs spasmed against the wet, smooth canvas. I gasped, breathing in all of Violet as she went limp on top of me. I hugged her steaming pelvis to my face, and she quivered again in small but rough reverberations of pleasure.

I laid there for several moments, completely overcome. My heart pounded in my chest as I continued to orgasm. Roll after roll ran through my pelvis and up my belly, to my fingers and toes, and my mind went blank.

At some point I felt the soft library carpet against my back, felt how humid and sweaty we had made it. Violet's weight on top of me felt wonderful, and Allonso's hot dick twitched lightly a few more times until it stopped entirely. He slipped thickly out of me, and I sighed in relief as his cum dripped out of my spread slit and tickled my anus. My pussy twitched, and another series of jolts rolled through me. I held my breath as my body hummed in little pleasures.

Minutes or seconds passed, I wasn't sure which. Violet dismounted me and laid aside me, cuddling my arm, looking deeply at the side of my face. I looked at Ser Allonso: he was completely passed out on the red carpet under his chaise. Then I looked at the edge of his portrait and saw it: the shadow was back.

I got to my feet but wobbled a bit-my legs felt like jelly, and my knees and elbows were sore. I leaned against the wall, another series of little spasms in my cunt. I pressed my hand against my pelvis and whimpered with a smile.

"Violet," I whispered. "Look," and I slowly nodded at the edge of the portrait.

She got to her feet clumsily and slipped on her robes. I did the same before retrieving another stick of witchfinger from my bag. I erased the runes I had inscribed upon the canvas, dreading that the knight would wake up.

"Hold the portrait open," I whispered to Violet.

She slowly walked to and pulled it ajar before slipping her body half way into it. Her hair was a mess, and small charcoal trails of mascara streaked from her eyes. I giggled.

"Fucked is a good look on you," I whispered.

She laughed and put her hand over her mouth. "Get in here."

I waved my wand and Ser Allonso slowly grew to his original size. I slipped past Violet into the dark, my cunt aching deliciously, and we heard a hollow click behind us as we walked into the narrow stone hallway.

We leaned against the wall. My legs wobbled again and Violet steadied me, but then hers gave out as well and I caught her with a laugh. We hugged and helped each other stand, and I righted her robes on her shoulders as she tucked a bang behind my ear. Still in the open glow of experiencing each other, we turned towards the gaping darkness ahead of us and walked.