Magic

The student wizard surveyed with great satisfaction the three naked girls kneeling before him. Their sexual hunger was evident in their faces, eyes following his every move. Any fourth-year could make a powerful love potion; he had trebled the lust-producing ingredients, and the effect on the girls was clear in their quivering bodies and honey-wet thighs.

The girl to his left was his daily companion, almost annoyingly self-confident, saved by her true genius. In the middle, a slim Chinese import with an incongruous but fetching north-country accent. To his right, his best mate’s sister, naïve but excited. Two of them were virgins, and seemed the most eager of the three.

He had used the Alopeciatus spell to remove the pussy hair from two of the girls, and their bare lips pouted and glistened. He had left a ginger exclamation mark on the third girl’s mons as a pretty, distinctive ornament.

One last spell. It was forbidden to practice self-altering magic, because of the inherent risk, but rules had never stopped him. He pointed the wand down at his own body. Erecto equinus! he cried. The girls’ widening eyes reflected the impressive result.

Power corrupts. Time to feed the witches.

— Frenulum

Note: I’ve never been interested in fanfic. I respect other authors’ ideas, and have enough voices in my own head not to care about borrowing someone else’s. However, this scene popped whole into my head last Saturday, and I thought I might as well write it down. My apologies to the creator.