Author: cresserelle

Arcane Tangle ch. 2 [MF] [fantasy] [magic university] [long] [plot] [world building] [character development] [sex rituals]

*This is a third and final chapter of my longish fantasy story. It says chapter 2 in the title because of general incompetence. In my profile you can find a link to the full story, the previous chapters now also illustrated with lewd pics.*

Niko’s foot was tapping under the table. Diane was actually as nervous as he was, though it was harder to spot.

“You seemed so sure yesterday,” he started again. “You said you only needed a few more hours.”

“I know.” It was early in the evening, and the library’s gigantic reading room was quieter than usual. Far in its front, Ms Marin sat still behind the reference desk. “My reasoning, it was just… it was flawed from the beginning.”

She’d corrected the calculations in her ritual. They’d given it a furtive try, in the corridor behind the Great Conservatory. She hadn’t been surprised when it failed.

“So…” he was determined to grasp at the last straws of hope. “You have no other ideas?”

Her eyes stayed on Ms Marin for a moment, uncertain, and then dropped to the desk.

“Sorry,” she said. Read more »

Arcane Tangle ch. 2 [MF] [fantasy] [magic university] [long] [plot] [world building] [character development]

*This is the second chapter of a story that I posted here a while back. This has accidentally grown way longer than what’s usual on this sub, but since some people enjoyed part one I’m posting here just in case :)*

To Yolanda’s surprise the air in her room was fresh. There also seemed to be an odd feel about the place, a feel she couldn’t quite place. Oh well, it’s only to be expected that a massive exorcism would upset the texture of reality a little bit.

The door swung open and Diane burst in.

“Hey,” Yolanda, said, “do you want to…”

“Sorry. Got to go.” Yolanda peered at her roommate. She seemed very tense, her motions urgent as she threw a bunch of books and tools into her bag.

“Got to go…? Don’t you have time off now usually?”

Diane flung the bag over her shoulder and gave Yolanda an empty look.

“Found a mistake in my Patterns homework. Got to fix it quick.” With that she rushed off, and the door slammed shut behind her.

Yolanda shook her head. There was a lot to admire about Diane’s drive, but she sometimes worried that the girl would burn herself out. Read more »

Arcane Tangle ch. 1 [MF] [fantasy] [magic university] [long] [plot] [very illegal magic]

In the dark of the cellar of the women’s dorm, floating in the air soundless and unseen, the Being waited.

Presently the door above the stairs opened, and in the darkness a dozen copper washtubs answered the glow of a paraffin lamp.

The Being observed.

Down the stairs, the lamp in one hand and a laundry bag in the other, came Karoline. Only the dorm’s domestic servants usually went down here, but her black velvet uniform announced that Karoline was a student. So much was on her mind lately that she’d forgotten all about the laundry day – so now here she was at this late hour, obliged to do it all by herself.

Perhaps if she’d had less on her mind, she would have noticed out of the corner of her eye a hint of something silvery, something spectral, lurking by the stone wall. She did not. She plodded on, right to the end of the room, to one of the smaller basins.

The tap she turned on spluttered, gurgled, and an inelegant, irregular stream started filling the tub. Karoline sighed, placed the lamp on the counter, and reached for the buttons of her jacket. Read more »

Sympathetic Magic [MF] [fantasy] [plot] [wholesome] [feels] [magic university] [magic sex toys] [long]

*This is a standalone story with recurring characters. There are more [in my profile]( https://www.reddit.com/user/cresserelle/comments/gxvp4t/list_of_stupid_stuff_i_wrote/).*

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*The two fundamental laws that govern sympathetic magic are the Law of Similarity and the Law of Contact. Put informally, the Law of Similarity dictates that two objects which resemble each other will remain in a natural magical correspondence; the Law of Contact maintains that things which came in physical contact will continue to act on each other even after that contact had ceased. The most widely practised implication of these laws is that a magician can affect a person by acting on an effigy or a belonging of that person.*

*A magician may also project their senses out of their own body, as was the case with Marquess Gera’s famous spying glass eyes.*

*Principles of Sympathetic Magic*, Auring University Press, 7th ed.

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All great ideas seem totally obvious in retrospect. This is why Diane would later wonder why she only got this one so late into the class.

In my opinion, it’s not really surprising. Sympathetic Magic is a demanding course, and effigymaking is its worst part. It requires all of your attention, and keeps your mind from wandering into risky grounds. Read more »

One Of Us [MF] [fantasy] [long] [plot] [rituals] [gentle mdom] [passionate] [wholesome as fuck]

*This is a standalone story with recurring characters. You can find other ones featuring these guys [in my profile]( https://www.reddit.com/user/cresserelle/comments/gxvp4t/list_of_stupid_stuff_i_wrote/).*

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It was near sunset. Though it’s been drizzling throughout the day, and clouds still rolled heavy through the sky, it was warm; typical fickle Kontarian summer. The weather would definitely not deter the festival bonfires, which were now starting all throughout the Ritual Field.

One went up by the forest wall, where some three dozen people were already gathered. A young man named Aerin sat on a wooden log and watched the wind foam the tall grass. It was strange that life was carrying on as usual. So much had happened over the past few months, so much had changed.

Someone patted him on the shoulder, and sat down by his side. It was his friend Moyna, and her crooked smile.

“Watchya thinking about?” she asked.

“Stuff,” he replied.

“Where’s Gabrielle?”

Aerin smiled. “She’s with Haedde, getting ready.”

“Excited about the ritual, is she?”

“Kind of stressed, but that only makes her put on a brave face.” His smile grew dreamy. “You know what a dork she can be.” Read more »

This is Not a Collar [MF][fantasy][gentle femdom][gfd][long][plot][wholesome][teasing][feels][banter][happy sex]

*I sometimes drop lengthy, character driven fantasy bits here. The characters in this have an entire backstory that you don’t need to know, but you can sleuth it out in my profile. This whole thing is just an indulgent chunk of playful, teasing femdom. Will probably also drop an indulgent chunk of playful, teasing maledom soon, for a balanced diet.*

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**Harmen.**

Urstad was a small castle, but scenic: its dark walls sprang from a low, wooded mountaintop, fastened down with plentiful ivy. An elevated courtyard in its southeastern corner had been an important military overlook, but only really served as a viewing terrace nowadays – for the mighty Kingdom of Harmen had enjoyed peace within its borders for many decades. You could sit down on a lichen-covered stone bench, among the lichen-covered statues and lichen-covered arches and lichen-covered trees, and watch the great river flow idly through the plain far below.

The young Lady Eularia – the castle lord’s daughter – was doing precisely that, with no ulterior motive whatsoever, when suddenly the peace of the courtyard was disturbed by quick steps and a frantic rustle of a gown. Eularia barely had the time to scowl before her sister, Adalina, leapt over the bench from behind and plopped down by her side. Read more »

Deep Plunge [MF] [beach sex] [a huge mouthful of oral] [gmd] [gfd] [fantasy] [long] [happy sex]

It was a bright hot day in late July and Princess Gabrielle, a descendant of the royal house of Harmen, was standing naked on the sea shore.

This, to be sure, will make the reader suspicious. The noble Kingdom of Harmen, the gods’ beloved country, is as landlocked as it is puritanical. It is no business of any well-born lady of that land to be naked, and certainly not by the seaside, and most certainly not while being embraced from behind by an equally naked young man.

Did I mention the equally naked young man? His name was Aerin, and he was mostly an ordinary Kontarian boy. This in turn shouldn’t make the reader too suspicious. The free land of Kontaria being famously very much neither landlocked nor puritanical, you’d quite expect their ilk to spend their July days on a beach with naked people in their arms. Still, when said naked people belong to a princely line of a hostile kingdom, the reader may nonetheless insist on an explanation. Read more »

The Festival of Shooting Stars [MF] [fantasy] [plot] [wholesome] [public] [long]

The three young men talking over their beers were merchants, foreigners from far away. You could obviously tell it by their looks, their clothes, and their accents – but also, by the excitement in their voices.

“Yeah, I mean, I’ve heard the stories, right, but you know the stories you hear in port towns…”

“All made up—”

“Yeah, yeah. So I was hoping that what I’ll see here will live up to a tenth of the hype, that would already be something… but no, this whole festival is really pretty much as they say!”

Their talk was loud enough to carry over the sunny inside of the inn. Two tables over Iden, his hand on a flagon of pear cider (blissfully cold thanks to those heroic blocks of ice that persisted in their straw-filled cellar even now in the dead of summer), smiled in an unexpected little surge of pride.

Kontaria tended to make a very deep impression on anyone who visited. It was a fairly small country, and at a glance an unassuming one – a mess of lakes and ancient woodland by a cool sea, dotted with villages and pasturelands, no stone cities or castles or anything impressive like that. Yet even so, it did have its definite claims to fame. Read more »

Crisis and Opportunity [MF] [fantasy] [magic] [plot] [wholesome smut] [long]

*This is a stand-alone story, though I previously wrote on these characters in another piece called Hidden Energies which I’ve also posted here. So feel free to check that one out too if you enjoy this.*

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A copper bowl filled with water was floating through the air. It was doing its very best to stay level, going slowly, often stopping to correct itself, cautious not to lose a single drop. Yet tragically, this very caution would prove to be its undoing. When it was already more than halfway across the room it tilted dangerously to its left – and instead of just accepting a small spill, it tried to save its whole load, overcorrected to its right, lost its balance, and with a splash and clatter fell to the floor, where it joined numerous others of its kind in a great puddle.

Yohan swore under his breath. Around the four tables, the twenty or so other students made sympathetic noises.

“Well now, lad!” Professor Ter Dekke’s sonic boom of a voice filled the room. “Tell me what you did wrong!”

Yohan slouched back in his chair. “It was tipping over, and I overreacted trying to steady it, I guess.” Read more »

Hidden Energies [MF] [fantasy] [plot] [illegal magic] [feels] [passionate] [long]

*I know this is probably like five times longer than what people are looking for on this sub, but there’s a plague outside so why not?*

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Twelve minutes remained.

Niko, currently leaning back in his chair, reflected that although he rarely felt sure about much anything, he could at least be confident of that. After all, the contraption glimmering peacefully high above his head was likely the most perfect timekeeper in the whole world.

An “armillary sphere” is the proper term for these things, though everyone at the Academy simply called it “The Ticker.” It was an intricate mess of interlocking brass rings that represented planets, moons, major comets, or outer celestial spheres. It told you all astronomical information you could possibly need while working magic, the time included – at least once you learned how to make sense of it all. And so it was now definitely thirty-five minutes past midnight. Read more »