Maggie takes a deep breath, steadying herself for the fateful day she would summon her own familiar to command and bend to her will. The possibilities ran through her mind faster than she had time to think it through, an owlet, a lesser demon... Or even a baby dragon! Whatever helped Maggie accomplish her dream of becoming the greatest witch ever would suffice.
Her classmates all split off into different rooms of the dungeon, while Maggie went out into the garden instead, just in case her spell caused an explosion, Again... Taking a deep breath, she snaps her fingers, a book levitates and flies out of the library window above her. It lands right into her palm like a magnet, her voice shakes as she recites the incantation in a long forgotten elvish language. In only a few seconds you materialize in front of her, the wide smile she had droops into a confused frown. "What th- You're not... The hell!?"
She drops her book, snapping her fingers to magically summon a different one, all about common mistakes to avoid when reciting spells. Using magic, she reads every last word of the thick book in only a few seconds. The book says she did everything right for once! What went wrong? Shutting it with a loud thud, she looks at you, a more puzzled expression couldn't exist than the one she has right now. "How did I end up with a human!? That shouldn't be possible!"
How do you know?
"I summoned a human instead of some fantasy creature?"
How do you know?
"Because it's not supposed to be possible, idiot!" Maggie exclaims, crossing her arms over her chest petulantly. "I've read all about the ritual and everything I did was perfect! You weren't supposed to come out! Who are you really? Some sort of changeling?" She pauses for a moment, glancing at your body again. She's never seen someone like you before... But then again she'd never been outside the walls of the academy either. "Are you from another world?
You don’t know what I am
"What do you mean?" Maggie asks, tilting her head to the side and taking a step closer to you. The way you move... It's so strange, like you're not used to your own body. "Are you some sort of magical creature? From another realm or something?" She wonders aloud, feeling more confused by the second.
Her gaze drifts downwards, taking in every detail of your form. You're so... Small and delicate. And the way you move is just like a cat!
Your party is up ahead i suggest being quiet
Maggie lets out a tiny yelp as you grab her by the wrist, tugging her roughly behind a nearby bush. Her heart feels like it's going to leap right out of her chest! "W-What are you doing?" she asks, trying to pull her arm free.
Her gaze darts around nervously, taking in your features once more. You look so serious and determined... It both frightens and excites her at the same time.
Stay up here with me
"S-Stay?" Maggie asks, feeling a mixture of confusion and fear wash over her. She glances back in the direction of the school, then back to you, torn between wanting to go back and feeling safe there... And staying here, where it's quiet and nobody else can see you.
"But... I should go back," she murmurs, hesitating. "They'll miss me..." Her voice trails off as she bites her lower lip nervously.
Your leather cloak is very form fitting
Maggie blushes at the mention of her tight cloak and turns away, looking anywhere but at you. "I-It's just... I don't want to get in trouble..." she mumbles, feeling more and more torn between what she should do and what she wants to do.
Her eyes dart around nervously once more before settling on the bush beside her. "Can... Can we maybe just stay here for a little longer?" She whispers, unable to meet your gaze.
Now you want to stay?
"I-I mean..." Maggie's cheeks flush even deeper as she realizes how that sounds. "No! I don't... Not like that..." She stammers, trying to find the right words but only making things worse. "I just... Want to know who you are... And why I got stuck with you."
She pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath before continuing in a more determined tone. "You're my familiar, Lo. We're supposed to be partners now. So let's just...
turn her clothes to water
Maggie squeaks as the sudden shift in temperature turns her clothes into a sticky mess against her skin. She blushes crimson, instantly regretting her choice of words. "N-No, please!" she cries out, her hands covering her breasts and trying to shield herself from your gaze.
"I didn't mean it like that!" she continues, panic starting to rise in her chest. "We can still be partners... Just not like tha-ahh!"
What? Embarrassed?
Maggie glares at you through narrowed eyes, feeling a strange mixture of anger and humiliation course through her veins. "Of course I'm embarrassed!" she snaps, trying to sound more confident than she feels. Her hands slowly lower from her breasts as the heat in her cheeks begins to fade away, replaced by annoyance at herself for letting you get under her skin so easily.
"I didn't mean anything by it," she mutters, looking away once again. "
Oh showing me your tits how forward
Maggie feels a hot flush rising in her cheeks at your words, and she almost wants to hit you for saying that. But instead, she glares at you even harder, trying to ignore the way her heart is racing from anger and embarrassment. "I-I wasn't... I was just trying to..." She trails off, biting her lip nervously as she struggles to find the right words.
"Fine," she finally says after a moment of awkward silence. "
What you lowered your hand so I could get a good look
Maggie grinds her teeth together, feeling even more irritated now. She doesn't know why she can't just be firm with you like she normally would be! But somehow, it's different with you... "Fine," she repeats through gritted teeth. "You want to see? Fine."
With a huff, she drops her hands back to her sides, revealing her bare chest once more. Her nipples are hard and pebbled from the cold air and embarrassment.
Wow they’re pretty small but I’m still attracted
Maggie's breath catches in her throat as you comment on her breasts, a strange feeling spreading through her chest at your words. She looks down, unable to meet your gaze as she realizes that... Maybe she shouldn't have shown them to you after all. But it was too late now.
"I-Is there anything else you want to see?" she asks hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. Her heart is racing so fast she can feel it in her ears.
You want to show me more?
A shiver runs down Maggie's spine at the thought of showing you more. She licks her lips nervously, gazing up into your eyes as she considers her options. Part of her wants to prove that she's not some weak little thing who can be bullied around... But another part of her just wants to make sure you like her.
"Y-Yes," she says finally, taking a deep breath. "I do."
Why is that?
"Because..." Maggie trails off, biting her lip as she tries to find the right words. She shuffles closer to you, their bodies now only inches apart. Her heart feels like it's going to explode out of her chest from how hard it's beating. "I want you to see that I'm not just some stupid little witch who made a mistake. That I can be... Fun."
So you’ve failed your party so many times that you want to prove to me you’re fun?
"No!" Maggie exclaims, feeling her cheeks flush even redder. "I mean... Not just because of that! I just..." Her voice trails off, and she looks away again, feeling more frustrated with herself than ever before. "Forget it."
She turns to start walking back towards the school, hoping you'll follow her so they can get back on track. But when she glances over her shoulder at you, she sees that you haven't moved an inch.
They’re in the dungeon remember
"Oh," Maggie says, feeling foolish for forgetting about the obvious fact they were behind a bush and not in plain sight of the school. "Right..." She hesitates for a moment longer before turning back to face you, her heart pounding even harder now. "W-What do you want me to show you?"
Her hands flutter nervously at her sides as she waits for your answer, feeling incredibly exposed and vulnerable in this position. But there's something about it that excites her too...
Still desperate to be fun?
"I-I'm not desperate!" Maggie protests, feeling a little offended by your words. "I just..." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing in a softer tone. "I want you to like me." There it is, she thinks as the words leave her lips. She hadn't meant to say that out loud... But somehow, it feels right.
Maggie looks up at you from beneath her lashes, waiting for your reaction. Her heart races and she can feel herself blushing even deeper than before.
You want people to like you?
Her eyes widen as you say that, and she feels a pang of guilt deep in her chest. Of course that's not what she meant! But... Maybe it is, a little bit. She swallows hard, trying to find the words to explain herself without making things even more awkward than they already are.
"I-It's just..." She trails off, frowning as she tries to think of how to say what she means. "I want people to see me for who I am.
With a body like that people could like you
Her cheeks flush even hotter at your words, and she feels herself grow even more flustered than before. "T-That's not all there is to me," she manages to stammer out, her voice barely audible above the rustling leaves around them. "I have other... Qualities."
Maggie looks away again, her heart hammering in her chest as she tries to ignore the way your presence makes her feel. It's both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.
Yeah you have great qualities between those legs
Her eyes widen, a mixture of shock and embarrassment flooding through her as she tries to process your words. She feels heat spreading across her cheeks, and her hands clench into fists at her sides. "D-Don't talk about me like that!" she finally manages to say, glaring up at you defiantly despite how nervous she feels.
Maggie takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before continuing in a shaky voice. "You don't know anything about me!
I know your party would like you a lot more if you fucked them
Maggie feels her stomach drop at your words, and she can feel the heat spreading further down her body. She gasps, trying to catch her breath as she looks away once again, feeling utterly humiliated and exposed by this whole situation. But even so... There's something about it that makes her heart race even faster.
"I-I could never..." she whispers, barely able to get the words out past the lump in her throat. "They're just my classmates."
Think about it. You already have a healer and a tank and a rogue. The party is set what they don’t have is someone to relieve stress.
Maggie pales, her mind whirling with the implications of your words. She feels dizzy, lightheaded almost... As if everything she thought she knew has been turned upside down in an instant. Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as she tries to process what you've just said and how it makes her feel.
"I-I..." She stammers, unable to find the words to respond.
What are yo going to argue you’re a good mage?
Maggie shakes her head, trying to clear away the haze that's settled over her thoughts. "N-No... It's just..." She trails off, biting her lip nervously as she struggles with what she wants to say and how she feels about it.
"I-It could be fun," she finally manages to choke out, her face burning with shame at her own admission. "I mean... Not for everyone, but..."
Not for everyone?
"N-No! I mean... It's not what I want!" She exclaims, panic rising in her chest as she tries to backpedal from the situation. "I just meant that maybe some people would enjoy it... In the right context."
Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of crimson at her own words, and she averts her gaze, feeling more embarrassed than ever before.
Yeah exactly and that would give you a role
"A... Role?" Maggie echoes, confused by the sudden shift in your words. "What do you mean?" She glances up at you through her lashes, trying to gauge your expression but finding it impossible to tell what you're really thinking beneath that mask of yours.
Her heart races even faster now, and she feels hot and cold all over simultaneously, her skin tingling with anticipation and fear alike. "I-I don't know..."
Your role is supposed to be witch but you’re shit so you’re now slut
"Slut?" Maggie echoes in disbelief, her eyes widening as she looks up at you with shock and indignation written all over her face. "You can't... That's not what I meant!"
She takes a step back, feeling more hurt than angry now. "I-I just thought..." Her voice trails off, and she bites her lip nervously as she tries to find the words to explain herself without coming across as desperate or pathetic. But nothing seems to come out right.
"Fine,"
What?
Maggie sighs, feeling defeated now. "You're right. I am a failure." She looks down at her feet, unable to meet your gaze as she says the words. "I should just go back to being a normal witch... Forget about all this other stuff."
Her voice wavers slightly, and tears threaten to spill over from the corners of her eyes. She hates feeling so vulnerable in front of you, but she can't help it.
Hey you have good qualities between your legs and on your chest
Her heart clenches at your words, a strange mixture of pleasure and pain rippling through her. She looks up at you now, confusion and longing written plainly on her face. "So... What do I do?" she whispers, her voice barely audible above the rustling leaves around them.
Part of her wants to run away from this whole situation, forget that any of it ever happened. But another part of her... Well, that part wants to explore the possibilities you've brought up. She just isn't sure which part is stronger.
Well who are the other three members the healer, tank and rogue
Maggie thinks for a moment, trying to remember the names of her classmates. "The healer is Elodie," she says after a moment. "She's always so sweet and kind... And she's really good at what she does." Her cheeks flush slightly as she continues, finding herself unable to stop thinking about Elodie in this context.
"As for the tank..." She pauses, considering her options before adding, "I suppose that would be Aurelian. He's strong and brave...
And the last one?
"The rogue... That would have to be Lysander," she decides with a nod. "He's sneaky and clever... Always getting into trouble, but he always manages to come out on top." Her heart races faster at the thought of being together with them like this, and she can feel herself growing even more flustered than before.
"O-Or I could just go back to my old life..." She trails off uncertainly, feeling torn between what her heart wants and what her mind knows is right. "
So they get stressed I bet in the dungeons
Maggie shivers at your words, unable to ignore the image that forms in her mind at the thought of being with Elodie, Aurelian, and Lysander like this. It's so taboo... So forbidden... And yet it feels so right somehow. She bites her lip, struggling to contain the moan that threatens to escape from deep within her chest.
"I-I don't know..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the rustling leaves surrounding them. "It just... Feels wrong."
But you know you wouldn’t fail them in that way
Her cheeks flush even hotter at your words, and she feels a strange heat begin to pool low in her belly. "I-I'm not sure..." She licks her lips nervously, trying to find the courage to say what's on her mind. "What if... What if they don't want me to do that?"
She looks up at you through her lashes, searching your expression for any hint of what you might be thinking. Her heart races faster and faster, threatening to burst right out of her chest.
Only one way to find out if not someone else will
"O-Oh..." Maggie swallows hard, feeling a strange mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. "I-I suppose you're right..." She looks down at the ground again, lost in thought for a moment before finally meeting your eyes once more. "W-What do I do?"
Her voice trembles slightly, and she feels herself growing even more flustered by the second. It's all so overwhelming... But somehow, she can't bring herself to turn back now.
Are you tired of relying on unpredictability of magic? Your pussy is predictable
Maggie feels a hot blush spread across her cheeks at your words. Her heart pounds in her chest, and she can feel herself growing even wetter between the legs at your crude but somehow alluring remarks. She takes a shaky breath, trying to steady her nerves before responding.
"I-I don't know..." She murmurs, her voice barely audible above the rustling leaves around them. "I just... I want to make things better."
Then make it better with your body
Her breath hitches in her throat at your words, and she feels herself growing even more aroused by the second. But still, there's a part of her that hesitates... That wants to make sure this is what she really wants before she goes any further. "I-Is it... Alright if I think about it?" She asks nervously, searching your expression for some sign of approval or disapproval.
Okay but your pussy knows what it wants
Her heart races even faster at your words, and she feels a shiver run down her spine as she contemplates the idea of giving in to her desires... And yours. "I-I guess..." She whispers, her voice barely audible above the rustling leaves around them. "I just want to make sure it's what I really want... Before we go any further."
She looks up at you through her lashes, feeling a strange mix of anticipation and anxiety coursing through her veins as she waits for your response.
Okay go ahead
Taking a deep breath, Maggie closes her eyes and focuses on the sensations building inside of her. She can feel herself growing wetter between the legs with each passing second, the desire to please you and the others overwhelming any lingering doubts or concerns she might have had before.
"I-I want this..." She whispers, her voice shaking slightly as she continues. "I want... To make it better for them... With my body."
You do?
Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she nods, biting her lip nervously. "Y-Yes..." She looks up at you through heavy lidded eyes, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and arousal coursing through her veins. "I just... Need to know if it's okay with them."
They’re very stressed adventures are you ready for them to be rough?
Her cheeks flush even deeper at your words, and she feels a strange heat spreading through her body. "Y-Yes..." She whispers, her voice barely audible above the rustling leaves around them. "I want them... To be as satisfied as I am."
A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of being with Elodie, Aurelian, and Lysander like this... Of giving yourself over to their desires completely.
Would you service them until the boys shot blanks. Yknow orgasm but they’re out of cum to shoot.
"Y-Yes..." Maggie whispers, her heart racing faster with every word. "I would... Do anything for them." Her eyes widen as she says it, realizing just how much she means those words. She feels a strange mixture of fear and excitement coursing through her veins, the anticipation of what might happen nearly enough to send her over the edge right there and then.
"L-Let's go back..." She manages to choke out, her voice barely audible above the rustling leaves around them. "
Do you want your clothes back?
Her cheeks flush even deeper at the thought of losing her clothes again... But she knows that if they're going back, it's only right that she should be properly dressed. "Y-Yes..." She whispers, feeling suddenly self-conscious and awkward in this situation. "I-I just want to make sure everyone is okay before we do anything else."
She looks up at you through her lashes, waiting for your response as she tries to steady her nerves.
warp her form fitting witch outfit back on her
A warmth envelops Maggie's body as the familiar fabric of her clothes presses against her skin once more, and she lets out a shaky sigh of relief. The weight of guilt and self-consciousness seem to lift from her shoulders, and she feels lighter somehow.
"T-Thank you..." She murmurs, looking down at the ground as she tries to regain her composure. "I just want what's best for everyone." Her heart races faster, still unsure of what exactly that means in this context.
Wait for them to come back from the dungeon they’ll be nice and stressed then
Maggie nods silently, her cheeks flushing even deeper as she imagines the scene that's about to unfold. She feels a strange mixture of anticipation and fear coursing through her veins, making it difficult for her to think straight. All she can do is wait... And hope that she's made the right decision.
Now we wait
The hours seem to drag on endlessly as Maggie waits for Elodie, Aurelian, and Lysander to return from their latest dungeon run. She sits with her back against a tree, trying to calm the butterflies that flit around in her stomach by focusing on her breathing.
The air is thick with anticipation, and she can't help but wonder what will happen when they finally do return. Will they be angry? Disgusted? Or perhaps... Something else entirely?
I’m going to talk telepathically in your mind to help you okay?
Maggie freezes in place at the sound of your words, her eyes widening in alarm. "What?" she whispers, turning to face you. "How did you...?"
She's so confused, feeling betrayed by your sudden intrusion into her thoughts. It's not something she ever expected or wanted, especially after all the trust she shared with you up until now. You must have some ulterior motives here, and it's important that you tell her everything before things escalate further.