Sabina the Not-Yet Twenty Witch: Part 8 [ENF][FF][Exh][Magic]

In honor of the return of a certain witchy show…

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**Previously:** A sexy witch who is in no way the IP of Archie Comics gets up to some sexy witch stuff while at college. There’s a talking cat, some monsters here or there, spells, and plenty of orgasms. Now, there’s a new sexy witch protege. Seriously, it’s a lot to cover. A link to the previous part 7 is included in the comments. Enjoy.

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**Sabina the Not-Yet Twenty Witch: Part 8 [ENF][FF][Exh][Magic]**

**Chapter 22: It’s What Witches Crave**

Sabina had Jena gather her stuff, and they left the café, moving toward the campus book store.

“Why are we going here?” Jena asked.

“For one, it’s a little more private, a little more contained, and two, we need to get you a journal to keep track of your magic studies.”

“They sell spell books here?”

“*They* sell the materials, *we* make the magic.” Sabina said, as they stopped outside the store. “A quick wardrobe change, first.” Sabina waved her hands, and both girls were in clingy leggings and tight t-shirts showing plenty of cleavage.

“I *do not* dress like this.” She looked down at herself. “These leggings are basically see-through!”

“No, actually, they’re see-through—no denying it.” Sabina laughed. “You’re lucky I gave you underwear, then, aren’t you? Besides, if you don’t want *Jena* to be seen like this, look like someone else.” Jena made a face, but then she gestured. Suddenly, a young movie star was standing in her place. “Um, *never* famous people, okay, unless it’s for a particular reason. We don’t need your ass, or Jennifer What’s-her-name’s ass, showing up on the tabloids.”

“Boo.” Jennifer-Jena said, but then she shifted her appearance so she, sort of, resembled the starlet, but just a little. “Better?” Sabina nodded. They went inside the store, and Sabina led them down the aisles, past people, some of whom looked at them, some who ignored them. “Are we doing something?”

“Are we? You tell me. What did you notice when we passed those two guys back there?”

“They were checking us out.”

“Well, yeah, but anything else?” Jena frowned at Sabina’s question. “Okay, I was hoping you might just latch on to the concept, but it may be asking you to think a little too far outside the, well, *human* box. Okay,” Sabina said, pointing, “see that guy in the next aisle? I want you to go browse books next to him. Concentrate on what you feel in the air, magic-feel, not, like, temperature or humidity or whatever. Then, I’ll come over there, also browsing, and we’ll see what changes, okay?” Jena nodded and went over to the next aisle, picking through some fantasy novels. Again, the guy was checking her out, surreptitiously, but nothing overbearing. Sabina walked over and tapped Jena on the shoulder. “Oh, hey *Kara*,” she said, emphasizing the fake name, “I wasn’t expecting to see you here. Oh, twinsies on the outfits!” Sabina said, laughing. The guy was glancing over at them. “Oh, wait, there’s the book I wanted.” Sabina bent over grabbing a book off the shelf, looking at it, but also letting the guy get a good look at her ass in the leggings, thong visible through the semi-sheer fabric. She shifted her feet, basically wiggling her ass in front of him. “Anything?”

“What?” Jena muttered. “Like, um, tingling, a vibration…and…wait…” Sabina straightened up, and Jena whispered in her. “He’s like, *hard* isn’t he? I can sense it.” Sabina made the gesture for Confusion.

“Aroused is probably a better description.” Sabina briefly concentrated on the guys crotch. “He’s not fully erect, but interested, for sure.” Jena glanced to the guy as Sabina said that out loud. “It’s like being near a warming fire or heat lamp or something.” She waved a hand in front of the guy’s crotch. “Roasty toasty!” She laughed. “Don’t worry, he’s only vaguely aware that we’re talking right now—not too different from most guys when they see hot girls. So, thus begins the new lesson: Acquiring magical energy.” Sabina said in her best professorial tone. “Magic is derived, for the most part, from life or death. All the emotions tied into that are minor sources, and life and death can more or less be construed as metaphors. Witches mostly focus on life, though a drop of blood, burning a piece of hair or fingernails, some saliva in a fire, all of that can be considered death magic. Sacrifice doesn’t *have* to be the actual killing of something, and in the modern age, more or less considered taboo…and, more importantly, *inefficient*. Understand?”

“No sacrificing Freshmen, got it.”

“Funny, but I *am* being serious. Not even a lab rat, okay? The stink of death magic—of even a small creature—will linger on you, and bad things may track the scent, not to mention the World Coven. Real sacrifice can accidentally reveal our presence to bad people.”

“Okay…I was just…being silly, but what’s life magic, then?”

“The root of being a witch. We’re most powerful when closest to nature, thus naked.” Sabina dropped her glamour, revealing her nudity. “Thus, mostly natural.” She ran a hand between her legs, her fingers lingering over her bush. She was purposefully teasing herself in front of Jena, warming her mind up for what was soon to follow. “There are witches who go the whole ‘earth mother’ route, hair in their pits, don’t shave their legs, but the gain in power is so minimal, most don’t think it’s worth it to not keep with general modern grooming habits. The bush is the symbol, y’know? The *verdant delta*.” She intoned in a deeper voice. “The witch’s mark in particular, but if you’re *really* desperate to trim it up to a landing strip or wax completely, you only lose about a *quarter* of your power.” She hoped she was getting the message across. “Too much, in my opinion, but to each their own.”

“I—I’m okay with it like it is, I guess…” Jena didn’t seem that convinced, but then, she probably didn’t know that there were as many women—even at college—with hair between their legs as not. Sabina had seen a lot of people naked over the years. It wasn’t something you exactly *advertised*, and most guys, beyond the porn-obsessed, were typically happy with *whatever* they got.

“You’ll be more powerful outside, under the sun, the moon, in the weather as a whole. Life magic is also what makes you *most* powerful, and that is the act of *sex*—to be clear, penetration by a *penis*—this isn’t because the universe is homophobic, but because birth can result from sex. Again, the magic world is everywhere, but apparently—oddly enough—doesn’t really know the difference between regular sex and anal, so take that as you will.” She laughed.

“So, why can’t we have sex, then?”

“Well, *we* can have sex…” Sabina winked at her. “But, basically, with a man? It’s because we can’t fully control our powers yet, and being that charged up can be—has been in the past—*very* dangerous. You have to understand, the universe technically doesn’t care, but the World Council, World Coven, whatever, they have keyed the forces of the universe—you break the rules, you can’t cheat the universe—and at the same time, you can’t cheat the World Council. They *will* find you, and they *will* strip you of your powers for putting everyone else at risk. It’s not instantaneous, but you can’t hide. The very fabric of magic will make you stand out like a beacon to other witches until you are dealt with. It’s harsh, but with real reason behind it. Got it?” Jena nodded. Sabina leaned against the opposite side of the aisle so Jena had clear view of the guy, still standing there, thumbing the same book over and over as if caught in a loop. “Now, the easiest, the most fun way, to charge your magical batteries, is sexual energy.”

“But you just said—.”

“I *said* that energy derives from intimate contact, arousal, *come*—male or female—and outright orgasm. Do you remember how I did the confusion spell?” Sabina did the gesture, but slowly. “Think of fuzziness, haziness, fog…things like that. It helps. Now, I’m going to drop my Confusion, and remember, I’m naked here, so you better be quick and get yours back into place.” Sabina snapped her fingers.

“No, wait!” Jena said, and the guy looked in her direction before doing a double-take at seeing Sabina naked behind him. “Crap!” Jena hastily made the gesture, but flubbed it, then once again, good enough, but she wasn’t concentrating on the function of the spell. The third time it stuck, and the guy’s eyes glazed over. He went back to looking at the books.

“Not bad.” Sabina said. “Pretty good, actually, though I think this time we’ll both be naked.”

“No!” Jena yelled, but Sabina snapped her fingers, and the guy was gawking at both of them. This time she was much faster and got the spell on her second try. “I am *not* enjoying this.” She muttered.

“It’s like boot camp, I guess. You’ll remember it fondly—only, years later—and probably when you’re half-drunk.” She added. “So, here we are, two naked girls in a bookstore, and guy standing next to us, and what’s different than it was before? Concentrate.” Jena squinted.

“He’s…horny, like I can almost feel his pulse, and it’s just coming off him like he’s muttering sex, sex, sex over and over…I can feel the heat now, even from a foot away.”

“Yeah, apparently seeing two naked girls got him going.” Sabina chuckled. “He’s actually hard now. That should be something you can sense.” Jena nodded. “So, it’s your choice, but you can blow him or give him a handjob. I’ll demonstrate—if I absolutely must—but you’re probably desperate for a recharge right now.”

“Are you kidding me? I don’t *know* him, not to mention we’re in public, and what, I’m just supposed to let him jizz all over the books?”

“Fine, I’ll *show* you, but just this once…*seriously*.” Sabina stepped closer to the guy. “And you *will* do this *yourself* before we leave the book store.” Sabina admonished, and straightened up to look at the guy. “There’s no real magic here. Once you find someone who is interested—sexually—tug at that little pulse of horniness with your mind. They’ll come to you. Still, to make things more interesting, you can cast a small spell to increase the person’s arousal. Not only will they come faster, but they’ll enjoy it *way* more, and you’ll get a bigger charge out of it. This is me reeling him in.” Sabina focused on the guy, and he took the few remaining steps to her, his hands immediately going to her breasts. “He’s only doing what he wants to do.” She bit at her lip a little as the guy teased her nipples. It was difficult to teach under those conditions. “I’m not compelling him. If he was gay, for example, we wouldn’t even have gotten this far.” She said as an aside. Sabina reached down and undid the guy’s pants, pulling down his pants and underwear so they sat at his knees.

“I can feel it like a wave of heat now,” Jena said, looking at the guy’s erection, “how *much* he’s aroused, like, more than just a moment ago.”

“Well, the hard-on kind of gives it away. But yeah, it’s the clothes. It’s like lead and x-rays, or in this case, clothes and sex-rays.” She giggled. “Now, watch this.” She made a simple gesture with her index finger that somewhat mimicked a penis getting erect. The guy let out a breath as deeper arousal washed over his, his cock standing almost straight up, and his balls tight against his body. “The sex part of this is easy,” Sabina said, as she gently started to jerk the guy off. Jena was split between focusing on Sabina’s words and the sex show. “Even at this very moment I’m gaining a little energy. When he comes, I’ll get a lot just from the burst of orgasm, but there’s a small spell to collect that energy, which also has the bonus of cleaning up the mess. The spell really gets you the most *complete* charge, though a little spray and splatter is occasionally fun. Do this.” Sabina made clutching gesture with her fingers and twisted her wrist at the same time. “That will catch the come, the energy of the orgasm, in a little glowing ball, which I will then absorb, and boom, my batteries are mostly filled. The more you collect, the more power you build, but you have to use it eventually or it just sort of flitters away. He’s got nice dick, doesn’t he?” Sabina said, increasing her rhythm. “It’s a good size…not too big, not too small. I mean, I wouldn’t know about how good it is *sex-wise*, but for hand jobs, for blowing? Really easy to work with.”

“He looks like he’s getting close.” Jena said. There was wetness collecting at the tip of him.

“I can tell that from the energy. If you concentrate, you can too.” Sabina smiled. “I can tell *you’re* enjoying this, too.” The girl blushed. “Relax, Jena, I’m as wet as monsoon season right now, too. This is one of the best parts of this witch-thing. Sex, all you can handle, orgasms, left and right. If someone goes down on you and is into it, or fingers you, or just gets into heavy petting, that’s *nearly* as good, well, maybe one-third as good, but still, if we’d cornered this guy at a party or something, I wouldn’t even use confusion. We’d both be having a *ton* of fun.” The guy grunted, gasped, and started coming. A bit of semen shot out, but Sabina’s gesture was deft, a glowing ball forming and floating a few inches between Sabina and the guy. “And there you have it, magic energy, life magic, a glowing jizz ball.” She took it in her hand, where is floated just above her palm. She held it out for Jena to see, and then closed her hand around it, making it wink out. “Yum…more energy.” She held out her bare palm. “And no sticky mess.”

“Oh my g—.”

“Not *god*.” Sabina corrected. “Not that anyone *knows* of.” She corrected herself. “Okay,” Sabina started, but made another gesture, and the guy dressed himself than wandered off, “most of this will come naturally—no pun intended—but you *will* make mistakes, take a load on your tits, in your mouth, whatever, but you can recover the energy with the spell, just not the mess. Seriously, if you’re lazy, you can just swallow. You don’t even need the spell for the full effect there. Now, with women—.”

“Women?”

“Yes, *women*. I already *mentioned* this.” Sabina laughed. “Probably more than half the witches in the world are bisexual or lesbians. Most of us don’t have sex with a man until we’re older, so, you know, some learn to live *without*. But sure, if you go down on a girl, or get her off with your hands, a toy, a strap-on,” Jena’s eyes got wide, “you *have* to do the spell, otherwise you’re wasting two-thirds of the magic energy.” Sabina took Jena by the arm and led her deeper into the book store. “Let’s find you someone to practice on.”

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**Chapter 23: All Charged Up**

It took about an hour of rough practice before the girls headed back to Jena’s dorm about an hour later. Sabina had found a football player in the book store that met Jena’s approval. He was hung like a horse, and it took Jena almost ten minutes to make him come, Jena complaining of a tired wrist the whole time. It didn’t help that the guy shot his load all over her chest. Sabina couldn’t help laughing, but the girl got the jolt of energy, and it allowed Sabina to teach her how to quickly clean herself up and give her motivation to learn the arousal spell.

They chose another guy, and that time Jena used Confusion and Arousal in quick succession. She gave the guy a much quicker hand job, and managed to collect the come and energy in one go. It was only then that Jena started realizing that by getting it all correct, it was pleasurable for her as well. Sabina let her do one more person in the book store, and that time Jena surprised her by blowing the guy. It *was* faster, if nothing else.

“I still don’t know why you didn’t just listen to me and swallow.” Sabina said as they reached Jena’s room.

“Because I don’t do that for anyone, really, let alone strangers.”

“Yeah, but this is for your training, and it’s not like swallowing *without* magic…it just sort of disappears. You barely taste it as it happens.”

“Still, I’m not sure it—.” They had walked across campus in glamours, and Sabina chose at that moment to dispel Jena’s. “Fuck.” She quickly glamoured herself, but it ended up being some sort of nylon bodysuit, sheer, skintight, and, surprisingly, *crotchless*.

“Wow, I don’t know where your mind was at the moment, but I like it.” Sabina opened Jena’s door with magic, and they went inside.

“You have to stop doing that to me.” Jena said, dropping the glamour and leaving herself naked.

“You have to be better at establishing your glamour. My suggestion is to build a basic outfit and stick with it.” Sabina set her glamour. “See? T-shirt and jeans.” She snapped it on, then off, on, then off. You can surprise me all you want, but that’s my go-to outfit.

“What if I *want* to wear clothes?”

“Do it. By all means. I do too, all the time, well, some clothes, at least. I go topless a lot, or just wear panties and shoes, but I like clothes, and if you *really* like clothes, then a glamour is great, because you can wear all the designer stuff without paying a cent.” She snapped her fingers, and Sabina was in black heels, thigh highs, and black lace panties and bra. “That’s a thousand dollars’ worth of Italian lingerie.” Another snap, and she was in a short skirt and tight top. “This was just in Vogue or whatever…three thousand dollars, fits perfectly, not a wrinkle, right?”

“It’s gorgeous.” Jena said.

“Of course, I have nowhere to wear this stuff, but you get my point, right?” She dropped the glamour back to nudity. “Now, get dressed, something simple, quick, okay?” Jena did as she asked, getting back into underwear, socks, jeans, and a t-shirt. “Now, cast a glamour on me, some clothes, dress me up.” Jena smiled, and moment later, Sabina was in a tiny thong, so tiny her bush was peeking out, and a push-up bra that gave her ridiculous cleavage and barely covered her nipples. “Wow, really?”

“Why is this so difficult?” Jena groaned.

“The clothes.” Sabina said. She cast Unravel, and Jena’s t-shirt and bra fluttered to the floor in pieces. Jena started to protest at the damage to her clothes, but Sabina stopped her. “Don’t worry, that’s just me practicing a spell, but I can put them back together afterwards. Now, finish dressing me.” Jena moved her fingers, and Sabina was now in a tiny clinging skirt and a low-cut blouse. “Seriously, girl, now you’re just being mean.” Jena grinned. “But that was easier, right?” She nodded. Sabina cast unravel on the rest of Jena’s clothes and the girl was naked once again. “So, clear my glamour, then dress me up again.” Jena really was getting the hang of it, and Sabina went from naked to bra and panties, and t-shirt and jeans in just a few seconds.

“That was *way* easier.”

“Because you’re closer to the World when you’re naked, Jena. And if we were outside, it would have barely been an effort at all other than skill and memory.” Sabina waved off the imaginary clothes and, with a few more movements, rebuilt the clothes she’d unraveled. “So, here’s my homework. Practice what I’ve shown you. Read as much as you want on WitchNet, though don’t try anything marked above level one difficulty, and remain naked as much as you can until I see you again, in, let’s say, three days? That means using glamours or confusion as needed. When you in your dorm—naked—no exceptions. Glamour all you want, but naked, understand?” The girl nodded. “Each morning, go walk down to your shower room in the buff. I don’t care if your glamour is a suit of armor, or if you make yourself look like a runway model, but it’s good low-stakes practice. Then, go to class wearing as little as possible. I know it can be distracting at first, but the stakes are higher, so it makes even better practice. If you screw up, you’ll definitely know it. And finally, you really only need to top up maybe once a week on energy—at your level, at least—and you’ll feel it if you get low, so it’s up to you if you want to sex it up with anyone else. There are plenty of hot girls in your sorority, so you can even practice trying to draw someone to you while lying in bed.”

“What? Why?”

“It’s like ordering delivery.” Sabina laughed. “I mean, I’m in a coed dorm, so I have more options, but guy, girl it’s pretty much all the same when their tongue is between your legs.” Jena blushed. “God, that is so cute, how shy you are.” Sabina stepped forward and took the girl in her arms, grabbing her ass and kissing her on the mouth. “Mmm…” Sabina purred. “You feel that, that heat between us? That’s magical *synchronicity*.” She caressed Jena’s breast, moving lower down her belly, fingers tracing through her bush, and touching the girl, gently, at the folds between her legs. Jena gasped and leaned into her fingers, though Sabina pulled back. “*That* will be a later lesson. Two magical people, sharing their energy, you’re not ready for that, and besides, you might want to consider getting a little more experience with women. It’ll be way more fun if we *both* know what we’re doing.” Sabina left Jena standing and wandered out into the sorority. She was tempted just to fuck the next person she saw, but then she remembered Hades was trailing behind her.

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**Chapter 24: She Doesn’t Make Cookies**

“You enjoyed that, cat, I bet?” Sabina said as they left the sorority house.

“Witch on witch action? No, of course not.” He laughed. “She is developing quickly, though, and her ass is fantastic.” He added.

“I’m going to start feeling jealous, Hades.”

“Sorry, but I did tell you I like them with a little more meat on their bones.” He froze, his head tilting as he looked back toward the sorority. “Oh, you did a number on her. She’s touching herself right now.” Sabina focused, reaching out, and smiled.

“And she’s thinking about *me*. That’s actually kind of sweet.” Sabina broke the connection to give the girl her privacy.

“So, what now, Teach?”

“You joke, cat, but I thought I did pretty well with her.”

“Passable, on both your parts, but she’s going to get herself into trouble. The new ones always do.” He said.

“As long as she doesn’t try some sort of major summoning, which the WitchNet won’t even allow her to access, she’ll be okay.”

“And the vampire?” He asked.

“I have to assume she’s moved on. I was silly to go after her, even if it was to protect my turf, but now that she’s established her dominance, I imagine something else shiny has her distracted.”

“That’s my point. A new witch is awfully shiny.”

“She came after me, a death sentence on its own. If she’s stupid enough to go after Jena, video of me or not, I’ll bring every ally I have to bear down on her.”

“Point taken.” Hades said. “If you’re not going to anything else interesting, I’m going to wander the sorority, see if can find some fun of my own.” Sabina cast out her mind.

“First floor showers, there’s three girls in there, one is going at herself in the shower.” The cat twitched at the recommendation and dashed off down the stairwell. “Sometimes I feel bad for him.” Sabina said to herself.

“Bad for who?” Sabina jumped at the voice, turning quickly. It was the house mother, a woman in her thirties, by the look of it, who took care of the administration of the sorority house. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I was just surprised, that’s all.” Sabina answered, taking in the woman. It wasn’t true. Humans couldn’t really sneak up on her, which made her shift to clear sight. “Who *are* you…”

“I’m Talia, the house mother.” She looked Sabina up and down. “Can I ask why you’re wandering my halls when you’re clearly not one of my girls?”

“I was visiting a friend.”

“Who?” Talia asked.

“That is not your concern.” Sabina made a gesture, and both their glamours blew away like birthday candles. “Interesting.” Sabina said, looking down at her naked form, then at the naked house mother. Her dispellation was only supposed to affect the other woman. Then again, ‘woman’ might have been generous, as the being in front of her was light-blue skinned with shiny green hair on her head and between her legs.

“Attacking a fairy *always* has blowback, child.” The house mother snapped her fingers and her glamour was back up. Sabina found she couldn’t do much of anything. “Not to mention, that was very rude.” She took Sabina by the arm, gently but firmly. “You and I are going to have a *chat*.” Sabina let the woman lead her back to her office. Other girls passing them in the halls saw the Sabina was naked. She didn’t care, not really, especially as the glamour on her witch’s mark had held up even to the spell blowback. Talia closed the office door behind her and locked it, pointed Sabina to a chair in front of her desk, and say in her office chair. “Now, explain yourself.”

“I’m not sure what you mean.” Sabina smiled.

“Are you some sort of dabbler, a half-breed, what?” The woman asked. Sabina stood, waved her hand in front of her bush revealing the white stripe therein, then waved her hand back up, putting the glamour back in place, her glossy black bush with not a curl out of place.

“Phew! I wasn’t sure that was going to work.” Sabina shrugged. “Powerful blowback, indeed.”

“A witch? I wouldn’t have guessed. That’s an excellent glamour, by the way, even with my natural sight, I can’t see through it. Your clothes, though, I saw that you were naked from the first moment.”

“I was just practicing. The glamours were light for the purpose of speed—quickly changing clothes, that sort of thing. I’m sorry I bashed at your glamour. I thought maybe you were a vampire or something.”

“The vampire.” She rolled her eyes a bit. “Yes, I’ve felt her sniffing around campus. Not *recently*, mind you, but she would be wise to keep her distance. “Sabina found *that* phrase interesting, to say the least. “I *am* something, though” Talia said, “but not malevolent.”

“Would you mind revealing yourself? I don’t have a lot of experience with Fae.” The woman nodded and her glamour dropped. Once more she was naked. Everyone expected fairies to be either very short or very tall, and typically built like ballet dancers. Talia looked like a full-grown woman, well-over five feet tall, hippy, with breasts on the small side, but definitely womanly. Her blue skin was pale, like someone who was really cold, not necessarily blue naturally. Only her nipples, which were darker blue with red-purple tips showed her true alien-ness. Sabina studied the green hair in loose curls reaching the woman’s shoulders, her darker green eyebrows, her golden, almost glowing, eyes. From her reading, she remembered fairies had fantastic night vision.

“What do you think?”

“You’re beautiful. You’re the first real fairy I’ve seen, but the few pictures available don’t do your people justice—and in the pictures, they’re wearing clothes.” Sabina smiled. “Now, I know we’re not sitting here simply to compliment each other, so…can I ask what you’re doing running a sorority house?”

“Favors and payment, of course.” The woman smiled, and it was dazzling. “Fae society is built on magical power. Power, in turn, grows with age, but you can boost that through exchange of favors. The girls come to me with problems, I fix them and, in turn, they help me gain power.”

“How? Exactly, if you don’t mind.” Sabina frowned. She’d heard stories of the tricky nature of the Fae, always claiming more than people thought they bargained for.

“Oh, you humans and your prejudices. Did some fairies steal children in the past? Sure, hundreds of years ago. *We’ve* never been slavers, though, whereas you folk…well, it’s only been a hundred-plus years on that account. I wasn’t even alive when the bulk of the children were taken, and we only did it to build up our population. It’s far easier to breed with humans, after all. But now, well, we use science to help. Sperm donors save a lot of hassle.”

“You still haven’t answered me, Talia.”

“And you still haven’t even told me your *name*, girl.”

“It’s Sabina. I’m a student here, though not a member of the sorority.”

“No, you’re a member of the world’s *oldest* sorority.” She smirked. “As for what I take in return for my favors, it varies by every girl, and I only ever take a piece, and never more than once of the same thing. I had a junior in here the other week, crying her eyes out, her boyfriend cheated on her. Who cares, right?” She looked at Sabina for agreement. “They should *all* be fucking each other every day and just enjoying their fleeting youth. Couples? What a *waste*. Anyhow, I asked what she wanted to do about it. Did she want him back, did she just want the other girl out of the picture, did she want him to pay? ‘No’ on all accounts. She wanted bigger tits. She had small ones, like me.” Talia grabbed her breasts. “Personally, I *like* being less-endowed in that department, but to each their own. The other woman, she had big boobs, though in my opinion, she was also *much* prettier, but I wasn’t going to belittle a crying girl in my office. So, I made a show of giving her a ‘Chinese’ cream, told her to rub in on her breasts for a week, and that she’d grow a cup-size.”

“You made a potion?” Sabina asked.

“Oh, don’t be silly. It was hand cream in a fancy jar. I cast a spell on her. Her breasts grew a little each night, and a lot on the last night. She came bouncing in here, literally and figuratively, hugged me, flashed me her tits to show off the new and improved her, and asked how she could repay me.”

“I’m assuming it’s better for you when the offer is voluntary?”

“Very astute, little witch. Yes, I can contract a deal, gain a decent amount of power, but when they freely offer terms, well, I bet it’s just like when people offer themselves to you with no spellwork, right?” Sabina blushed a little.

“And what did you ask of her?”

“A bit of her intellect, her *seriousness*, really. Just a pinch. It probably wouldn’t even show up on an IQ test, let alone her exam scores, but yes, maybe she won’t think about consequences so much anymore, not as deeply. The old her was shy, critical, the new her had no problem flashing the crowd at our last party, phone cameras and all. If they come back, there’s always something else…a little grace, a little kindness, youth, beauty…some of these girls don’t care if they get grey hair a couple years earlier than normal if it means they can look good now.”

“It’s predatory.” Sabina muttered.

“Says the girl who be-spells people to sex them up. To this I ask, so what? As part of the deal, they *have* to know they’re dealing with Fae. I drop the glamour, we have a long talk, the details are presented fairly clearly. If they agree, I take what they give, erase their memories, and we go on with our lives. If they don’t agree, we renegotiate, or I take back what I gave. That last part is so rare, it’s only happened to me twice in several decades of being here.”

“Wait, how long *have* you been here?”

“Since after that war, the one with big bombs? Not too long, I guess.” She stood up. “I’ve built up a lot of power. So many girls pass through here with so many problems. I’ve *helped* a lot of girls.” She moved in front of Sabina, and the witch couldn’t help looking at the narrow triangle of green hair between the fairy’s legs. She had no idea if the woman groomed or fairies were just naturally less hairy, her labia matched the deeper blue of her nipples. “You know, Sabina, I can bring you into my lands, the Far Away, just a few hours, and when you return—you know how time works there—you’ll be twenty back here.” She reached out, teasing at Sabina’s nipple. “You could fuck and fuck and fuck…all the cock you can handle. I won’t lie—the first one is never great—but it gets sooo much better.” Sabina ran a hand up Talia’s leg, caressing her ass, moving another hand up her inner thigh, touching her soft green bush, feeling the heat and dampness between the woman’s legs. Sabina leaned forward, licking at the woman, her tongue tracing her opening, tasting her—sweetness?

“Fuck!” Sabina pulled back. “You’re trying a Geas on me. What the fuck? Is this what you do to those girls?”

“No.” Talia said, hopping up her desk and sitting so Sabina was almost in direct line of sight of her pussy. “I don’t need a Geas to talk to *humans*, but I wanted to see what I could do to a *witch*.”

“I’m an initiate, lady, otherwise you’d be curled up in ball on floor and smoking from eldritch energies.”

“Tough talk, little witch.”

“Your Geas isn’t working—I felt it, feel you still trying—so don’t push your luck. As for your offer, it would be cheating, so no, I won’t go to fairyland with you. You’re lucky I don’t report you.”

“What I do falls within the World Council Accords. We’ve done this sort of thing before, with less *patient* witches…” She said, raising one of her legs so a foot was on her desk, and the other leg dangled down. She was spread wide, still wet, and she reached down and started touching herself. “Oh…mmm…I might get called into a committee review making that offer to you on your own, but nothing would happen. Come on, little witch, finish what you started, at least?” She traced her pussy with her fingers, fingering herself in a show to Sabina. “No tricks. You know how we magic folk make each other feel. I freely give myself to you in this moment. That is bond.” The fairy gasped as she continued to tease at herself. Sabina bit her lip. The aftereffects of the Geas had left a lingering desire, and Talia *was* offering herself. She scanned with her abilities to see if anything was amiss, but this was nothing more than horniness.

Sabina stood, pushing the woman back on her own desk, kissed her deeply, grabbing at her breasts, feeling the heat of her pressed against her own naked body. She fingered her vigorously, getting small noises from the woman even as her tongue was in her mouth. Sabina’s skin felt electric, the buzz of magic-on-magic sex wrapping around them both. She traced her tongue over Talia’s nipples, bringing them to purple points, even as the fairy’s eyes started to literally glow. Sabina eased back on the woman’s body, moving between her legs, and brought out a sharp cry of pleasure as Sabina found the woman’s clitoris. She worked at her, letting the magic flow over them, until Talia started crying out in some musical language that could only be native Fae, something she’d never heard. Sabina found herself tearing up at the beauty of the words, though for all she knew, Talia could be yelling ‘fuck’ over and over again. She cast her capture spell as the woman started coming, and a flash of magical energy washed over them both as Talia rode her orgasm. The energy Sabina took in felt like fire in her chest, and she fell back into the chair, her back arching and toes curling as a magically-induced orgasm swept through her body. It wasn’t the same, more intense, not worse, but not as satiating. You always wanted *more* from magic orgasms…always. The real ones? Everyone needed a break.

“Oh…wow…” Sabina hissed, easing back in the chair.

“Most people say that their first time with an elf.” Talia said, sitting up on her elbows. “I could make a habit out of that. Do you want to be my witch girlfriend?”

“I plan to graduate on time.” Sabina laughed. “Being a human sex toy would interfere with that.”

“Maybe nothing so formal, then.” She sat up. “Think about it, though. I’d be happy to return any favors on you.” In a movement almost too quick to follow, she was on her knees and gently kissed Sabina between her legs.

“Okay, that was a little freaky to watch.” She eased the woman’s head back and closed her legs. “Though, something to think about.” They both stood, and Sabina re-established her glamour, building her clothes solid and strong. She was showing off to Talia, that this glamour would not be obvious even to her natural magic sight.

“I suppose play time is over.” She rebuilt her own glamour one layer at a time, lace panties, bra, patterned tights, flared skirt, heels, loose silk blouse, glasses. She was a walking hot librarian fantasy, though still blue-skinned with green hair. She visibly blinked and then she looked human, her pale skin flawless, hair just as glossy, though a deep brunette. “It was nice meeting you Sabina. I assume we won’t be at odds henceforth?”

“We weren’t at odds to start.” Sabina smiled. “I just didn’t know what I was dealing with.” That may have been a bad choice of words with an elf. “Jena, down the hall,” Sabina pointed, “she’s one of us.” Talia raised an eyebrow. “One of *mine*, I should say. Do we understand each other on *that* account.”

“Quite. She hasn’t been to see me, if you’re wondering, not for my *special* skills, at least. I had no clue, though. Now that I think about it, was the revenant, or, you know, that lack of revenant, *your* doing?” Sabina nodded. “Pestering little spirit. It kept its distance from me, flitting and hiding. It probably felt it had a fair shot against you.”

“It *did* think that. It was wrong.” Sabina smirked.

“You are full of surprises, I bet. But, to answer your concerns, I do not trouble witches, even those with no training, so Jena is yours, though the three of us together…?” She grinned.

“She is *not* there yet, fairy…” Sabina laughed. “*I* could barely handle you.” Sabina stepped forward and kissed the woman.

“Oh, little witch, I think you handled me just fine.”

—-

Sabina left the sorority house feeling a little high from the fairy sex, but also horny. While she desperately wanted to allow Talia to return the favor of fucking her, she didn’t know the woman well enough to let her guard down like that. She stopped on the sidewalk, other people brushing past her as she mumbled under her breath and wiggled her fingers bit to cast a locating spell. She smiled finding what she was looking for. She started walking toward the library and waved her hands down the front of her body, shifting her glamour to something more appropriate. She laughed to herself as she saw a guy do a double-take, not some much at the fact that her outfit was different, but that he briefly saw her completely naked…but that was impossible, wasn’t it?

She stepped through the main doors of the library and took in the old book smell. She loved the library, not that anyone really used it for anything but studying, typing papers, and the occasional journal research through the subscription-restricted terminals. She went to the stair and walked up three flights, making a beeline for a set of reading cubicles by the large arched windows that lined the side of the building. Her plan had been to surprise Vera, even making herself invisible as she approached the cubicle where she’d been studying, but when she snuck around the tall wooden partition of the cubicle, she saw that Vera was asleep on a small stack of books. There was no one else around in that part of the library, and a wicked thought crossed Sabina’s mind. She pulled up a chair next to Vera and leaned in, whispering in her ear. Entering someone’s dream was easy, could be done from almost anywhere, but gaining control, agency, was something that had to be done up close and personal. It was why, earlier in the week, her ‘cousin’ was at the whims of her teasing and torturing, but with Vera, Sabina could play a little more…they both could.

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**End Part 8**

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