Lisha squirmed underneath her blankets as half-formed images fluttered across her thoughts. They were all variants of the fantasies that had obsessed her for days, a flash of naked bodies, submission, and bondage. Each one was a siren's call for her to release the death grip on her pillow and jam her hands between her thighs to scratch the maddening itch between her legs.
Even as she resisted her lust, she knew she was also denying herself sleep. Every time she closed her her eyes, her mind would start playing more images, each one more erotic and lewd than the one before.
She rolled on her back. As soon as she did, her knees spread apart and she felt the cool air caressing her sex. She grabbed her blankets and shoved them between her thighs to protect herself.
Even the rasp of fabric against her sex sent a little moan to escape her throat.
She arched her back and squirmed for a moment before she got in a comfortable spot. Then she took a deep breath. Then another. With each exhalation, she tried to let her mind go blank until there was nothing but the sense of anticipation.
Anticipation of fingering—
“Damn it,” she snapped when she realized her thoughts had drifted again. Like her training, she restarted her effort every time she was distracted. It always worked for class and she could do it again.
She made it to the fourth deep breath before she imagined a tongue against her sex.
On the third attempt, she only got one before she was tugging on the blanket across her aching pussy.
It took her almost an hour before she finally exorcised most of the sexual thoughts from her mind. She bobbed in a state of half-away and half-dreaming, but here thoughts were spinning through summoning spells that she had already mastered.
Outside her brief obsession with erotic—
She groaned with frustration and tried once again, moving her sluggish thoughts back through the deep breathing techniques until her thoughts were focused on a safe topic, the magic that had dominated her for years.
Summoning was her passion. Her pulse quickened at the thought of gathering power in her hand. She could barely see energies in the corner of her vision, but with her mind, she was able to shape and push it against the barrier between the worlds and into the cracks that bridged her reality with another.
Breaching the worlds was one thing, capturing a spirit to pull through was another. It was like fishing with the tendrils of power on the other side, but the twists, tugs, and pulls were all needed to summon a specific spirit. Twisting one way would attract a firefly spirit while going the other would summon nothing.
That was the purpose of the summoning spells: the describe specific shapes of magic, how to push them across the worlds, and what maneuvers would summon a creature. The spells were a common language to describe physically impossible concepts.
Her eyes fluttered as she settled down. Her thoughts finally grew hazy as she drifted to sleep. Fragments of her consciousness followed her down, reminding her of the days when she entered the summoning circle in the training room, the rush of her first successful spell, the first elemental spirit that danced on her finger, ...the time she saw the sated lust on Penelope's face after her roommate had first used her forbidden summoning spell.
Lisha's eyes snapped open, the sleep evaporating as she focused directly on the bed across from her, where the book rested in a sliver of light coming from the blue lamp outside. It was a relatively slender tome, which meant that it wouldn't take long to understand Penelope's words, even with her roommate's detailed diagrams.
A surge of heat surged through her body, the flames teasing her sex and renewing the itch between her thighs. Her breath quickened as she pulled herself to the edge of the bed, her eyes not moving away from the book.
Any promise not to pleasure herself was lost as she reached across her roommate's bed. Her nipples ached as they were ground against the blanket as her breath came in slow pants. She grabbed the book and pulled it toward her as she sat down in the gap between the two beds.
Her pussy drooled into her blanket as she nestled the book on her bare thighs. Every centimeter of her skin tingled with anticipation as she pried open the cover and looked at the heart-shape symbols Penelope had drawn on the first page.
The room was dark, but there was enough light coming through the window and underneath the door for her to reads her roommate's research on the novel spell; Penelope excelled at creating new magic whereas Lisha was far better at bringing creatures aside.
The first half of the pages were arranged like a scrapbook, with other spells ripped out of the school books, written fragments from ones she had gathered in the library, and lists of various attempts that had resulted in nothing.
Lisha pushed down underneath her blankets to stroke her pussy as she read through the diary entries intermixed with spells. She skimmed over Penelope's excitement at finding something that responded, the bare minimum testing that her roommate did to make sure she wasn't summoning something destructive, and then the hopes of refining the spell.
By the time Lisha got to the final version, her fingers were plunging into her cunt with deep strokes, the blanket and the carpet underneath her was soaked completely, and her moans filled the room.
She panted as she tilted the book into the light to reach each glyph carefully. The spell was more complex than a first year summoning, but no more than a third year in terms of difficulty. It was well within Lisha's abilities and required only a few square centimeters of space for the summoning.
The size stopped Lisha for a moment. In her fantasies, she was thinking of a hulking creature but if she read the descriptions correctly, it wasn't much larger than a mouse. She was disappointment but at the same time, she was reading a spell that would summon something that would pleasure her.
Her heart beat faster as she went over the spell again. She had everything she needed, right then and there.
The flood of juices poured out between her hands as she worked the spell in her mind. When she had to change the page, she could smell the tangy sweetness of her cunt as she used her dripping fingers to flip the page. It was just one more set of secretions to add to the edges of the crinkled pages.
She rested her finger on her lips through a complex set of directions and tasted the zing of her pussy. After a moment, she turned the page again while licking the flavor from her lower lip.
There was no more doubt if she was going to cast the spell. Her concerns for getting caught had burned away with her burning lust and even broken promise had no more sway on her. She craved to feel the creature's touch, needed it with more than anything else in the world.
With the world spinning, she tugged her blanket away from her naked body. She trembled as she held up her palm and started the spell with whispered words of powers.
Arcane energies lit up, the power swirling in a ball no larger than her thumb. The pale yellows and greens reflected off her glistening palm.
She drew in the smells of her cunt but also the smells of burnt flowers and sweet incense quickly added to the scents in an intoxicating perfume. She knew the smell intimately, it lingered in the air after Penelope's many times with her tentacle creature.
Her excitement rose and her pussy clenched. Having the same summoning effects, such as scents and tastes, told her she was casting the spell correctly. Even putting too much force on a twist or going too fast would change the scent drastically.
Her pulse quickened as she moaned. The spell quickly gathered power as she flickered her gaze from the spell to the book and back. She desperately wanted to touch herself, to stroke herself to an orgasm, but both of her hands were occupied.
For a second, Lisha considered putting the book into her lap, but resisted. She pushed forward with the spell, sending the power into the rift between the worlds as it filtered through dimensions and planes of existence.
The energies on the other side were unlike anything she had felt before, feather-light touches and a sense of shifting lights drifted through her mind as she twisted and coiled the spell in search of the creature she craved.
The first touch was light, a caress that sent a shiver down her spine. She held her breath as the first worry that she was summoning else rose up but it was quickly squashed: the energies of the spell were relatively low and she followed the directions exactly. She knew, deep in her heart and cunt, that she was doing it correctly.
More of the foreign energies intermixed with her summoning, clutching around the curls and coils of power as they both prepare for her to pull the creature from the other side and into her own world.
Her entire body quivered with anticipation. The faint light reflecting off her glistening palm painted across her face and naked breasts as she took one last breath.
Then she pulled.
The barrier between the worlds resisted her pull not unlike the first time she put a hesitant finger into her butt. At first it felt like there was no way something could be pulled through, but she kept the pressure on and felt the crawl starting to bulge. Energies danced along her senses as she felt the “size” of the creature, though it was more of the magical influence and power than a physical form.
In her hand, a physical body began to form: a shadowy presence, a light pressure on her hand, the shifting of her hand.
She kept concentrating, pulling with steady as she whispered the words of summoning. The magic dancing around her added to the scents of burnt flowers and her drooling cunt. The other smells blended everything into an incense of sex and otherworldly desire.
Then, with the faintest of pops, the creature breached the barrier and settled into her hand. The spell holding it crumbled, its purpose undone but the dissipated energies gave her sense of longing as she flexed her fingers.
It was a rock.
Lisha did a double take, peering down at the object in her hand.
It looked like a rock, smooth with a swirling pattern, but nothing else.
She rolled it around in her hand, but it did nothing. She could feel the energies tying it to the realm, the trickle of power that kept it on the barrier; if she cut the energy off, it would return to the gossamer realm. But, why was she powering a rock?
Disappointment slammed into her. “Well… fuck.”
After so many days of fighting herself against using the spell, it ended up being a dud. There had to be some component that Penelope hadn't written down in the spell, something that would cause it to bring across rock. She wondered if her roommate had done it on purpose to give her plausible doubt if anyone ever caught her book or if somehow Penelope was a better summoner than her.
Lisha fought a sudden wave of despair. All that work. She dropped the rock to get on the bed.
The rock didn't leave her palm. Instead, it clung to her skin tightly as if it was glued in place.
She tried to shake it off.
It remained, gently rocking back and forth before stilling against her skin.
Frowning, she set aside the book and lifted her hand into the blue lamp light and looked at the rock that clung to her palm.
Tiny, wispy tendrils had sprouted from the rock and were clinging to the sides of her fingers. They were as delicate as a web. As she peered closely, she saw the shell of the rock pulling apart as more tendrils slipped out and coiled along the tendrils clinging to her. In a matter of seconds, the nearly invisible lines were visible. Seconds later, she could see them moving as they caressed her hand.
The touches were light, but they grew stronger with every shake of her hand as she saw the tendrils weaving together into thicker tentacles. Little gossamer hairs stuck out everywhere as the rock continued to peel back to reveal even more tendrils.
The disappointment faded into wide-eye fascination as she watched the rock uncoil. There were no eyes or obvious organs. It didn't even have a mouth. It was just tendrils that spread out from a simple, impossibly small, point.
Soon the creature was caressing along her hand and coiled around her finger as other tentacles reached out into the air as if it was feeling for something. The sensations were light and chaotic, with little purpose other than to grab whatever was nearby and search for more.
Lisha's breathing got deeper as she wondered how Penelope used the creature. She knew her roommate used it sexually, but would it take charge like the monsters in Lisha's fantasies or did Penelope just slap it against her cunt and let it grab every sensitive bit? Would it get stronger? Faster? Would it burrow too deep for her to get it?
A whimper rose as she gathered her courage while thinking about the sensations.
The tentacles were getting more insistent, as they grew thicker and less hazy. Little hairs, webbing, clung in a trail behind it as it grabbed onto one finger and then other. She wondered what it would be like to have something so delicate teasing against her clitoris or gripping her buttocks.
Without thinking, she drew her palm to her left breast.
The tentacles continued to wave into the air until the first touch caressed against her nipple. The electric touch was exhilarating and intense, as there were a hundred invisible hairs caressing every contour of her crinkled tip.
She licked her lips and moaned, then pulled away.
But before she could get her hand free, the other waving tentacles napped out to grab her nipples and grip onto her skin. The sensation of a hundred invisible hairs became thousands as the creature yanked itself from her palm and drew itself over to her breast. Instantly, the thousand caresses covered her breast as the creature spread out to touch and caress and probe every millimeter of her sensitive skin.
Lisha let out a moan as she was assaulted by a wave of pleasure. Individually, they were nothing, but with so many tentacles, she felt like there were countless people were kissing and sucking on her nipples and a dozens more were exploring her curves as they squeezed and pressed along her skin.
Her other hand clamped down on her blankets as she let out a moan. Her body shook as she closed her eyes and let the feeling of being explored roll across her entire body. Even focused on one breast, it was incredible and her body grew slick with desire.
But Lisha needed more. She reached down to finger herself but then felt a faint tugging. Curious, she held up her hand to see that the creature was still gripping her hand but with only a few tentacles. The central knot of tentacles pulled away from her nipple while the creature clung to both her breast and palm with equal fervor.
The idea of letting it have full access to her cunt made her nervous, but Lisha glanced at her other breast and then cupped it.
The tentacle creature tugged and pulled at her breast as it reached for the other. Then with a faint ripping sensation, it unwove itself until half the mass crossed the distance between her tits to clamp onto her other nipple.
She wasn't expecting the speed it engulfed her breast nor the wave of pleasure as the creature teased and tugged and probed at both breasts at the same time. Her mind couldn't track any one tentacle or touch as she was assaulted.
Digging her fingernails into her breast, she arched her body as a ripple of an orgasm rolled through her body. “F-Fuck!” she cried out as she shuddered. Her wetness coated her thighs as she writhed back and forth under the creatures's assault on her tits.
One leg shot out and she slipped against the bed to land on her back. She moaned and reached down with her other hand to jam her fingers deep into her dripping snatch, curling deep as she pumped hard and fast. The wet staccato her fingers against her cunt filled the room as she dug the fingers of her other hand into her tentacle-covered breast.
The creature grabbed her wrist and arms, touching and caressing with the same fervor that it assaulted her breasts. There was no rhyme or reason, no over-polished fantasies. She couldn't predict any movement under the waves of pleasure and the unexpected ignited the flames of her lust even higher.
“F-Fuck!” she screamed as an orgasm rose up. It was hot and sharp, bursting from her cunt and ripping through her fingers as she reached down with both hands to pound her pussy with all her might. Wet splatters of her juices sprayed out, filling the room with the scent of her orgasms.
As the orgasm faded, she felt another rising up. It seemed to come from her entire body, as if the thousand touches were moving along her sides, belly and even between her legs. She could almost feel the tugging against her clitoris as she groaned with the effort of shoving fingers deep into her spasming tunnel.
The second tsunami of pleasure crashed into her, followed by aftershocks that left her quivering and shaking on the ground. She finally slumped in a puddle of sweat and juices, panting as she smiled giddily.
There was no way she would get tired of this.
A tickling between her thighs caught her attention. Something was pawing at her lips, prying them apart as whisper-light touches explored her clitoris.
She lifted her head to see that the tentacle creature was covering the entire front of her body, from tits to cunt, in a fine webbing of writhing tendrils. Below, the last of the knot was stretching from the palm pressed against her pubis and her swollen lips.
For the briefest moment, she realized she had dragged it down when she fingered herself, but then the tentacles had wormed their way into her opening and began their pleasurable assault on the opening of her sex. They found every millimeter of her sensitive skin as they explored and tugged and probed with countless chaotic touches.
She lifted her hand and watched droplets of her juices run along the fibers that connected her hand to her pussy.
Then a tentacle drove deep inside her. It was only the thickness of a pencil, but the nearly invisible tendrils along its length explored her insides as enthusiastically as they continued to maul her breasts.
Lisha's vision blurred the excitement of being penetrated slammed into her. She yanked her hands away from her pussy, giving the creature full access to her most private of places as she planted her hands against the ground and arched her back. Her cry of pleasure rose up as she came just at the idea of it crawling over every centimeter of her body, touching and teasing her until her mind broke under the ecstasy.
Or she ran out of energy and the spell keeping the summoned creature bound to her reality evaporated.
Either way, she was going to enjoy the ride for as long as she could.