CC: The Quarry and the Forge

Here's another one from the Conjuring College universe -- I'm really enjoying putting these together! Please give this a fair rating if you enjoyed it, and feel free to comment any feedback or scenarios that you want to see next!

As always, all characters in this story are over the age of 18 :)

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Another day spent wandering the endless halls of the central library left me feeling dejected. It was the first Easter I had spent at the Conjuring College: time that I promised myself to use recovering my grades for the year.

A busy semester of parties, falling in love, and playing my electric lyre in bars across campus had not been beneficial to my overall mark.

Even still, I felt compelled to explore the vast liminal space of the College's central library on most days. Maybe I was procrastinating my studies, but I had always felt drawn to the endless rows of weathered tomes lining the aged shelves. There was also a certain peace to it -- the dimensions of the room meant that I rarely encountered anyone else browsing the same areas.

The organization of the library embodied the College's philosophy; unordered shelves encouraged curiosity. And sometimes curiosity was rewarded. I was still awaiting my payout, though; despite the many long days (and nights) I had yet to find anything groundbreaking. The wood creaked beneath my feet as I sauntered past lines of antique bookcases. The same earthy aroma always permeated the air, and I had noticed very quickly that the wooden constructions looked the same everywhere in the library.

Strong magic was at play to keep things running smoothly.

A twitching in my periphery caused me to halt. I glanced to the right to see that it was caused by the glinting of the bright ceiling light-orbs against some metal embossed text. Strange, I had never seen a tome with such text before. An overwhelming curiosity drove me to pull the book from its home, the void left was filled by the other books collapsing in. I brushed the dust off the cover, the cold metal initially causing an arc of static electricity. The date on the inside cover confirmed my suspicions. I skimmed over the introductory excerpt penned into the first page:

'In days of yonder, when the earliest men were feeding forges by hand, Archmage Doyle concocted a scheme to bring him riches beyond belief. The College's founder devised a clever scheme that would increase the efficiency of the entire process. He found that the fastest way for men to carry coal from the quarries to the blacksmiths was not on foot, nor on horse and cart. No, the fastest way was through the creation of an arcane tunnel, a doorway that allowed instantaneous travel either side.'

My heart skipped a beat upon reading the final sentence of the passage. Long rumored to be lost, and possibly even fictitious, the legendary Portal Tome was now in my possession.

Maybe I was due my reward after all.

***

I carefully untied the braid in my hair as I entered the small apartment -- the one I had called home for the previous three years of life at the Conjuring College. And most recently, the one I shared with my girlfriend, Mila. She had returned home for the Easter break, though, so the cramped studio felt more spacious than it had the past few weeks. Hastily, I shoved the dirty dishes from this morning's breakfast into the sink, and tried to press out the creases in the tablecloth.

This was to be the new home of the Portal Tome for the foreseeable future.

The battered leather had faded from its original color: not surprising considering the age of the manuscript. Still, the silver text had not yet lost its luster. Bold letters, reading 'The Quarry and the Forge' seemed to call out to me, begging me to unlock the secrets contained within. I had every intention to oblige it.

Quickly, I found that the act of creating astable dimensional rifts was more of an art than a precise science. The readings in the book weren't penned by the founding Archmage but by one of his many students, likely out of boredom whilst their master was off inventing new ways to mine coal with a wand. As such, many of the magical intricacies had been long lost to ignorance. Great. The apprentice's warnings about the possibility of dimensional collapse did not quell my worries either.

I guess if I did cause the end of the world then there would be no one left to complain.

Closing the book and heaving out a sigh, I sat and pondered for a while. What would I do if I could figure out the magic? Fantasies of international logistics didn't really appeal to me. Maybe I could incorporate something into my gigs, or have it be a fun party trick? Still seemed like a waste. The easy solution was in adding it to my third year project, but that would alert the College to the existence of a legend. My eyelids grew heavy with the swarming options, and the questionable rosy fragrance emanating from the stained pages added to my drowsiness. I could figure all that out tomorrow.

***

The next day I continued my exploration into the novel magic. According to the tome, all I needed now was 'a lucid projection of a tube of the desired size connecting two points in space and time'. The last two words had seemingly been added in retrospect, squeezed beneath the line above. The page had a dark coffee stain on it, and one of the corners had a charred edge. Coffee and fire in 1300 B. C.? These guys must've been living gods. That international shipping company idea was starting to grow on me.

I had to force my brain not to wander into implications and focused solely on a cylinder the diameter of a football. One end emanated from the air beside me, and the other end snaked across my cosy quarters to the sink where last night's crockery sat, unwashed.

Purple runes -- written in an ancient script that I didn't recognize -- arced through the air, tracing out the path connecting the two points. I gasped as a magenta glow trickled along the spline. A circular disk materialized in the air next to me. Normally that spot was occupied by the eyesore of our Bakelite fridge -- as Mila would constantly remind me.

Not now.

Now, a shimmering surface portrayed the metallic glistening of the sink tap, as well as the grease in my unwashed pan.

I quickly pushed my hand through the ethereal window, and jumped when I felt the coldness of the taps. Turning it, I heard the water splash down into the crowded mess below.

"Fuck yeah, your girl is a genius, Mila!" I shouted to the empty room, pumping my fists in the air. That brief lapse in concentration was enough to destabilize the portal; the purple sparks connecting the two circles of flying runes was snuffed out along with the view of my sink. The flowing water in the sink snapped me back into my senses, and I walked over to triple check I wasn't hallucinating.

Okay, maybe the next round of experimentation could wait until after I washed the dishes.

An idea popped into my head as I toweled off the last of the wet dishes on my rack. I reached for the wicker basket containing my fruits and pulled out an apple, balancing it carefully on the wooden counter top. I repeated the same preparations I had done this morning to clear out my mind, focusing only on an invisible tube connected to where the apple was sitting on in the counter. It curved upwards, the other end terminating in the space above my open palm. The room was filled with the lavender glow once more, and the runes floated to where I was imagining the ends of the tube.

Perhaps with a bit more speed than previously, the sparks traveled across the path between the ends. Again, the portal opened, a shimmering surface in front of the apple. I looked through to see the creases on my palm, and below that the tiles that were in desperate need of cleaning. My other hand gently pushed the apple through, such that most of it was still resting on the counter. I rolled it a little bit further, and the moment the stem rolled past the surface of the portal I heard a soft thud as the red fruit landed in my palm.

Okay, that was hypothesis one tested.

I placed the apple back on the counter, in front of the portal. This time, I carefully rolled it so that most of the stem was on the counter side frame. The round ball was slightly protruding through the vertically positioned window. Holding my breath, I loosened my mind's grip on the tube. The runes dimmed slowly whilst the glimmering surface contracted, until nothing was left. A wet thud hit my outstretched hand once again, but this time I looked down to see the exposed flesh of the apple, covering its seedy core.

And that was hypothesis two.

***

Most of the afternoon passed to the same tune -- a magical portal opening and closing in front of my eyes. Doyle's apprentice had mentioned a special technique his master applied in order to minimize the limb loss problem. He called it 'creasing the parchment'. My many hours of practice were currently to no avail, as evidenced by the many slices of pencil strewn across the table. The idea was simple enough for me to grasp -- the runes on either end of the portal could be dimmed simultaneously. As a result, any object in limbo would be expelled to the origin side. Doyle mastered this technique and was able to bring his company's accident rate to acceptable levels, embedding the idea into subconscious thoughts to mean any portal he maintained would close in a safe manner.

Still, I trudged on. I had a pencil case full of portal fodder, especially fodder that kept my fingers away from the cleaving ends of the spell. Opening the portal once more, I focused particularly on the thread connecting both ends. My attention was fully on the spark at the center of the tether, and reality moved to match this. A deep amethyst spark grew in the middle, and I thought about the text once more. 'Creasing the parchment' -- the words echoed in my mind. I pictured myself holding the middle of the spark with my hands and squeezing it along the thread in both directions, like folding a piece of paper. The sparkle bifurcated, traveling in both directions before reaching the runes holding open the tunnel between the right side of my arm and the middle of the table.

As the shimmering visions were closing, I held one end of the pencil through the aperture. Expecting another sliced tip, I braced as the portal collapsed around the wood stem. A force pushed my pencil back, however, and I was left inspecting the sharp point of the pencil. My plans were back on track.

I practiced for a few more hours until I was certain I had perfected the technique. I didn't even have to think about it at this point, opening the portals and closing them safely had embedded itself into my brain. My tiredness grew again, but I was pushing on because of the excitement at what I had in mind. I retired to the bed, heart thumping at what I was about to do.

I shed my robe at the edge of the bed, the cold wind blowing in from the window brushing against my tender skin. An instant later the shimmering surface opened next to me, and I reached through it to close the window. The neighbors didn't need to hear the next part.

My nipples stood up against the cold air, the soft mounds hardening into pebbles, thanking my past self for choosing not to wear a bra. Brushing my hand against the sensitive flesh elicited a gasp, and I laid down on my blanket to continue fondling my breasts.

The warmth flowing between my legs into my underwear attracted my attention. I rolled them off sensually, feeling beads of moisture clinging against the fabric and my sex as I did so. My heart continued to pound as I let my hands glide across my stomach, fiery embers igniting in my crotch with each inch traveled. I shook off my panties to join my robes below. My real desire was in what they covered.

I sighed a deep breath and let my fingers dance along the hairs my naturally kept mound, their target a few inches away at this point. I moaned as I brought them down against the stub of my clitoris, the pleasure spreading a warmth that filled my stomach. The fingers continued lower, parting the folds of skin that were now slick with my fluids.

Feeling how wet I was already, I laid back to imagine a wide tube that curved around from my face towards the gap between my thighs. One blink was all it took for me to see the runes materialize, and what greeted me was a view of myself that I had never seen before.

One that Mila was deeply familiar with, however.

I licked my lips as I admired the flaps of skin between my thighs, glistening with the moisture emitted from my hole. My head pushed through the shimmering distortion above me. I was right in front of my sex now, the musk of my fluids enchanting me to go closer. The sensation of my tongue against my sex was ravishing.

I lapped up the fluids from my hole, savoring the juicy tastes that I had previously only found on Mila's tongue. I moaned in delight at the pleasure of kissing the hooded clitoris in front of me. Peppering it with more licks and kisses, I gasped and moaned and writhed in the bed.

Pulling back the hood revealed a small erect nub, which caused me to shiver when I licked it. This was Mila's favorite avenue of pleasing me. I pictured it was her between my legs, and continued to swirl my tongue against the exposed nerves on my mound. It wasn't for a second that I felt someone holding my head down against my throbbing clitoris, until I realized that was my own hands pressing me against myself.

I rocked my legs back and forth in a rhythm, building up momentum on the swing of my ecstasy. All the while my moans grew louder, my gasping more exasperated, and my licking evermore desperate. The swing was arcing back and I launched with its trajectory. Waves of pleasure crashed through my clitoris, dancing up my body, whilst my hole pulsed out with a sweet fluid. I groaned in delight as I held myself down, forcing myself to lap up the nectar of my sex, until my saliva was all I could taste again.

I retreated through the portal and closed it, laying there on my bed and reeling from the plateau I had taken myself to.

I couldn't wait for Mila to get back.

***

A few weeks had passed since I'd discovered the portal tome, and the heights that I could bring myself to through auto-cunnilingus. The end of the Easter break was drawing near, but today I couldn't contain my excitement: Mila was returning from her holiday. And I had prepared a picnic basket with her favorite treats to celebrate the occasion. I packed freshly baked chocolate chip cookies, a bottle of freshly squeezed berry juice, and other homemade snacks into the wicker container. My Mila deserved nothing less.

As I finished placing the last of the snacks into the container, I heard a pair of keys jiggling on the other side of the apartment door. I yelped with excitement and ran over to unlock it. The blonde smiling back at me was as beautiful as I had remembered, her blue eyes twinkling with delight. She wore a rose patterned sundress, and leaned down to kiss me in the door frame. Mila's tongue was sweet on mine, and the fruity perfume she wore enhanced our embrace.

"Hey baby, sorry I was a little late to the door. I've had a bit of a condition, lately." I purred as we parted from our hug.

"Oh no, anything serious, Grace-y?" She inquired.

"Yeah. Bad case of miss-you-itis," I laughed and pulled her into another kiss. She grinned and came up gasping for air.

"Stupid-head. Let me unpack my things real quick and we can go down to the campus greens like we planned."

"No no, the cookie- I mean the food will be cold by then. Leave your bags by the table and we can deal with it later."

"Yes ma-am," she conceded and dropped her suitcase and backpack by the table, before picking up the wicker basket. She took my hand in hers and we glided down the stairs, stepping foot on the path that took us through the arcane college.

The afternoon sun cast a pleasant warmth against our skin, but that was nothing compared to the warmth in my heart for Mila. We strode along the overgrown tiles that snaked their way across fields dotted with shimmering vegetation. A few students were about, though the collegiate robe attire was not enforced during the holidays. It could almost pass for a normal university campus, if not for the pools radiating multi-color glyphs.

We found a spot against an ironwood tree that sheltered us from the worst of the sun's rays, and Mila set our cloth down against the lush grass. She feigned surprise when I brought out the bag of cookies I had baked, and I responded with a playful slap against her spindly arms. The blonde really looked gorgeous in that dress.

Mila updated me on her parents and her dog as we devoured mouthfuls of baked confectioneries, sharing laughs at her neighbors mint infested garden. I slowly emptied the rest of the treats on to the cloth around us, in preparation for what I had in mind.

"So, what about you baby -- what did you do while I was away?" The blonde queried, eyes swimming with curiosity.

"Well I think I might've found something significant. Like, change the world, significant." I replied, swallowing the rest of my glass of juice. Her eyes lit up like a light-orb.

"Baby! That's amazing, tell me more about it. Another transmutation spell?" She stroked the back of my palms.

"To be honest, I think I'd rather show you Mila."

"Oh, is it like an imbuement or enchantment of some kind? I can wait until we get back home if you want."

"No, not at all. Remember that time when you said you were okay with anything I'd do to you, as long as it felt good?"

"Um yeah? So it's some sort of sex thing?"

"Not quite, but with you it might end up being that way."

The blonde leaned into my ear to whisper: "I'm all yours, sweep me off my feet."

With that permission I moved the wicker basket to my side, imagining a tube that curved through the ground and into the space underneath her dress. I glanced down into the basket to see a shimmering image of Mila's bare vulva. Her fair colored bush had been trimmed to form a small triangle pointing at her small clitoris. I reached into the basket to stroke the inside of her thigh lightly, causing Mila to jump slightly.

I calmed her down with my other hand, pinning her hand against the cloth, and brushing my fingers against hers. Rubbing towards her bare sex also seemed to relax her.

"Mm, how are you doing that Grace-y?" She moaned as I continued my tactile exploration of her crotch.

"Shh, we don't want anyone to catch on now, do we?" I leaned in to nibble her earlobe. "Just sit there and enjoy it baby."

She nodded and bit her lip to stifle more moans as my hand reached her scanty hood. I wondered, maybe her clitoris being so small fed into her obsession with mine? I didn't have time to answer that thought -- our intimacy was interrupted by the raucous caw of a bird.

An inky streak of black feathers flew down beside us, landing beside our cloth. Before Mila or I could react, a bright light shone into our eyes. I turned back to see a voluptuous brunette donning navy robes standing in the crows place, looking down at us.

"Hey Grace, I hadn't seen Mila with you for a while and thought you two had maybe- Anyways, nice to see you back on campus again. You two robins have a good Easter?" She chattered. Mila gave me a look that sat halfway between a glare and pleading. I continued to massage her nub, my fingers peeling back the hood of her clitoris to rub with my palm. Mila yelped when I first made contact with her exposed stub.

"Uh-um y-yea everyth-ING was fu-fun Mandy. I w-" Mila spluttered out through exasperated breaths.

"Yeah she went to visit home, I was just holding the fort and catching up on some studies." I smiled at the campus administrator. She looked at Mila puzzled.

"Mila, you okay?"

The blonde looked at me with a begging look, and I kissed the air and shook my head.

"Uh-uh, yeah. J-just something I ate n-not playing nice with my-UH!" She moaned the last part out as I had stopped caressing her clitoris, and instead entered into her. She squeaked through a rosy blush: "I'm fine!"

"Well you two know where the healers' block is if it's anything serious." Mandy gave me a knowing smirk. "I'll leave you two robins to catch up then, see you around!"

Before either of us could answer, a bright light came from where Mandy was standing. In a flash, the crow was back, and waved at us with its wing. It made a saluting gesture towards me, and it hopped off along the path, taking flight and finding some other souls to pester around campus.

I felt the walls of Mila's hole tighten around my fingers, before a stream of moisture covered my two fingers. Her hole pulsed with a steady rhythm, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she let out a loud groan. Luckily no one else was close enough to hear Mila's ecstasy, so I alone was treated to the love song the quivering blonde sang. After the tremors of her orgasm subsided, I pulled my hand out from the portal and tasted the nectarous fluids that coated my fingers. Mila wrestled them away after a few licks, and slurped down the rest.

"Fuck, Grace, that was the hardest I think I've cum in a while. I love you, baby." Mila said through her cute pants.

"I love you too." I cooed, and pulled her into a deep kiss.

"I'm gonna get you back, though. You do realize that right?" She whispered into my ear as we broke off this kiss.

"Baby, I'm counting on it."

"Good, because I learned some tricks over the break as well."

***

We were chatting around the flat as Mila unpacked her clothes into our wardrobe. I had been explaining to her about the intricacies of Archmage Doyle's coal shipping enterprise, and the experimentation I'd done on his portal spell. She was shocked at first to hear about the existence of the Portal Tome, and her eyes widened when I pointed to it sitting on the dinner table. I was feeling her out for the kind of magic she had studied, but it was to no avail.

"You'll find out soon enough." She winked at me -- and the sparks in my panties had turned to flames.

We cuddled on my bed after dinner, and Mila placed a miniature snow globe on the desk across from the bed. After some concentration from her, it grew to size and shape of a large TV, the glass within showing a scene from the Barbie movie.

In fairness, we didn't quite buy into the hype when the craze was happening.

I rest my head on Mila's chest as we watched the movie -- the perks of a perky girlfriend -- and she ran her fingers through my hair.

Sooner or later, her hands started to wander lower down, caressing my cheek and feeling my breasts through the over-sized t-shirt I was wearing. I opened a portal towards the light switch and turned it off, leaving us in the dim glow of Mila's arcane contraption.

"Strip for me." The voice was sultry and stern.

"Yes, mistress." Fuck, my panties were soaked from that commanding voice already. I sat up on the bed and lifted my shirt over my head. She leaned over to kiss my erect nipples, swirling her tongue around my small buds.

"Tonight, you will only be allowed to cum if you're a good girl for your mistress. Do you think you can do that?"

"Absolutely. Anything for my mistress." I peeled the moist panties off my legs, leaving me exposed and at Mila's mercy. She smiled and beckoned me to scoot to the edge of the bed. My mistress stood up and kneeled in front of my spread legs.

She waved her hands my exposed vulva, sprinkling flakes of green light onto it. Immediately, the aching and throbbing I felt before was gone. Replaced by... Nothing? I raised an eyebrow at Mila, who smirked back. She lunged towards my crotch, planting kisses on the inside of my thighs. My heart raced as she reached my moist sex, but to my chagrin I didn't feel her wet tongue slithering against my slit like I normally did.

I didn't feel anything down there.

She lapped eagerly at my clitoris, drinking in the juice that still seemed to flow from my hole, as I sat there and enjoyed the sight of the busty girl going down on me. Even if I couldn't feel it. She made a show of eating me out, long strokes of her tongue making its way up and down my pussy. Mila shoved two fingers into my mouth, and instinctively I latched on to them, ensuring I coated them in as much saliva as I could.

She withdrew them from one opening and placed them into another. I looked down and saw that my hole was stretching out and letting in Mila's fingers, but I had no sense of it otherwise.

The blonde pumped into me for the next half an hour, lapping away at my exposed nub and caressing my thighs. I sat there in excruciating anticipation; my nipples were stone at the arousal from being eaten out and begging for release.

Then, the blonde stood up and pushed me down against the bed. She kissed me, our tongues entwining in the dim glow of the room. Luckily I was able to feel that, and I tasted the sweet scent of my fluids on her tongue.

"Oo baby you've been such a good girl for me. Taking it all like that. Must've been hard for you, right? Not being able to feel your hot mistress fucking you like that?"

"Mhmm," I moaned and nodded.

"Do you think you've been good enough to be allowed to cum?"

"I-I think so, mistress. But it's really up to you."

She grinned at me and pulled me into another kiss.

"You know, since you made me feel so good today, I think it's only fair that I return the favor."

"Y-yes mistress. You looked so hot going down on me like that."

She laughed again and then counted down from five with her fingers. Each finger she put down seemed to amplify the arousal I felt. My heart was beating out of my chest with the anticipation.

Four.

She kissed my neck. I moaned and held her tight with my arms.

Three.

She caressed my nipples with her fingers, rolling and squeezing them between her fingers.

Two.

Mila kissed down my stomach, her warm breath tingling against my thighs.

One.

She stuck out her tongue and pressed it against my opening.

Zero.

At that point, my body stiffened and my vision went white. I screamed out in pleasure, as wave after wave of ecstasy and energy flowed from my now feeling clitoris, up my body. My legs squeezed around Mila's head, quivering and shaking with the tides of bliss. The heartbeat in my chest seemed dull compared to the throbbing in my hole, liquid pouring out of it into the blonde's mouth. I thrashed in the bed, moaning and groaning with delight as the pleasure that had been missing returned all at once.

I came to my senses with Mila lying on the bed next to me, gently rubbing my chest and kissing my head.

"Nng, fuck, baby, that was... Beyond words." I groaned, my heart still pumping from the excitement.

"Even beyond 'I love you'?"

I humored her with a deep and passionate kiss.

"By the way, you might want to get some sleep for tomorrow."

"Why, baby?"

"It's just... It's really easy to eat you out for hours and hours when you're unconscious and can't feel it... And I think we're due a trip to the campus shopping center tomorrow."