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Carmodie Banger and the Nymphus Chevron
Chapter 1 • Part 1
The castle was quieter than Carmodie had ever known it. With Janie and HP gone for the summer, the echoing corridors of Buxomwitch University felt cavernous, almost reverent—like the whole place was holding its breath.
It had been almost 24 hours since Carmodie left that puddle on the library floor. Since then she hadn’t really been able to think about anything else and despite making herself cum twice more last night she never had another opportunity to open the book of spells again.
Carmodie had been desperately waiting all morning for Janie and HP to finish packing up Janie’s things.
It was almost noon when they finished loading Janie’s trunk and rushed down to the station to catch the Buxomwitch Express back to the City.
Carmodie hurried back to her room, grabbed the book and climbed the stairs to the girls washroom at the top of the north tower. The “Sunday Noon” was the last train for the week and nearly everyone had left campus by now.
There were a few other students who would also be staying for the summer but Carmodie was the only one living in the North Tower. Carmodie didn’t mind.
In fact… she relished it.
She padded down the hallway of her dorm, her bare feet whispering against ancient stone, and slipped into the bathroom atop the northern spire, a room usually deserted even when classes were in session.
Carmodie had taken to visiting this bath frequently to enjoy some uninterrupted alone time. Tonight as usual it was still. Empty. Hers.
With a flick of her wand, brass taps burst to life. Water poured into the enormous marble tub, steaming and swirling as fragrant bubbles rose like enchanted clouds.
Soft light fluttered across the tiles, reflected from the enchanted lanterns hovering along the ceiling.
Carmodie exhaled deeply, letting her shoulders loosen.
It was blissfully, beautifully quiet.
She set her worn leather-bound book on a nearby stool—the one she had found in the restricted section of the library, the one she still wasn’t entirely sure she was supposed to have.
When the tub had filled, she let her robe slip off her shoulders and stepped into the bath.
The warmth enveloped her at once, soothing her muscles, calming the magic humming faintly beneath her skin.
She lowered herself slowly, until the water lapped gently against her breasts, her nipples tipping firmly above the waterline. A sigh escaped her lips, unhurried and content.
She reached for the book and cracked it open, careful not to drip water on the brittle pages. The scent of old parchment mingled with the lavender-scented steam curling around her.
Having the entire bath to herself was one of the things Carmodie had been looking forward to most, and she wasted no time savoring it. She opened her book to the page she’d marked the day before and set it carefully on a folded towel beside the tub, well out of reach of the steam and splashing water.
Once again she slid one hand between her legs and began penetrating herself.
For a long, peaceful moment, she simply floated there—alone in the vast, hushed castle—reading quietly, letting the world beyond the bathroom fade away.
Just Carmodie, warm water, and the soft rustle of ancient pages in a summer-silent castle.
She leaned back into the warmth, letting it cradle her shoulders, and began to recite the familiar verse once more—softly at first, as though testing the air.
“Feminus, subordinama, tantrus, immediata.”
“Tantrus, manefesto, orgasmana.”
The words rolled from her tongue with growing confidence.
She lifted her wand above her head and traced slow, spiraling patterns through the steam. This time, she did not stop where she had before. Her eyes flicked back to the page, and she continued, voice steady but distant, as if pulled forward by the spell itself.
“Summoni, sororitim, proxima.”
The magic answered at once.
Warmth deepened, spreading through her limbs until her body felt pleasantly heavy, unmoored. The surface of the bath shimmered as a fine mist of silver vapor unfurled across the room, catching the light in soft flickers. Allowing the warm water to fall over her, her fingers pierce the smooth soft flesh and she falls into an euphoric trance.
The room is enveloped in a mist of sparkling silver smoke and flickering lights as she gently glides a couple of fingers in, then out, then in again. Carmodie’s thoughts blurred at the edges as the enchantment took hold, her movements slow and unguarded, guided more by instinct than intent.
She repeated the incantation again, each word quieter than the last, sinking further into the spell. Her consciousness dulled into something distant and dreamlike, as though she were floating just beneath the surface of herself.
By the time the final syllable faded, Carmodie was lost in a calm, numbing stillness—wrapped in warmth, magic, and the lingering echo of power she did not yet fully understand.
Meanwhile… deep in the catacombs of the University.
An electric crackling and a blinding flash are followed by a deafening boom, breaking the year of silence. The piercing sound echoes throughout the cavernous space as the darkness is replaced with ripples of crackling energy.
Feeling virtually nothing except the intense pleasure amplifying exponentially between her legs, her hands masterfully manipulate the soft flesh.
With her fingers gliding in rhythmic circles caressing her clit, she begins to quiver and shake.
Carmodie’s breathing becomes heavy and she exhales a throaty moan, completely emerging herself in pleasure as her fingers continue to penetrate her soft, warm opening. Mesmerized with a sense of erotic euphoria everything goes dark and Carmodie falls into a dreamlike state.
Deep in a rapture, all Carmodie senses is the overwhelmingly intense pleasure building between her legs. Desperate for a release, as if she were holding back years and years of a dormant primal desire, she vigorously thrusts her fingers curling them up inside herself. Gradually growing more and more powerful the sensation builds until it releases like a pent up volcano.
Completely overcome, Carmodie erupts, squirming and convulsing through seemingly endless shockwaves of pleasure until it finally subsides.
Far below… A beautiful dark witch takes her physical form amid the lightning.
Slowly she awakens and comes to her senses, finally set free from her decade long imprisonment.
Behind her a soft voice utters some cryptic words and suddenly the dark cavernous room is glowing with hundreds of burning candles.
The warm light bathes their bodies in a soft glow.
“Aurantius?”
A fiery redhead quietly moves out of the shadows towards her mistress as the warm candlelight penetrates the sticky humid darkness of the cavernous room.
“Yes Mistress.”
“Who has set us free?”
The redhead smoothly slinks closer to her queen.
“Obviously someone has discovered the books.” Aurantius replied.
“But it is unclear who, I cannot sense them yet.”
“Come closer, I have missed your touch.”
Like a moth to a flame the maiden pulls close to her mistress.
Longing for the loving touch she has been deprived of for almost a decade the dark witch pulls her disciple to her breast.
“Show me you still worship me.”
The redhead drops to her knees placing one hand firmly against the small of her queen’s back and softly running the other up the inside of her smooth thigh.
Looking up at her queen the redhead begins kissing her as she gently splits her mistress’s soft warm tissue and slides a couple of fingers inside her pussy.
The queen moans softly as her maiden continues to kiss, stimulate, and penetrate her.
“Very soon we will find out who. I have sensed that three new tantrics have been chosen.”
The queen settles to the floor and spreads her legs.
Without having to be told the servant drops her head down between her queen’s legs and begins gently sliding her tongue up and down the wet, warm, crevasse.
“If our imprisonment has been broken it means the tantric spells have been cast again. The girls who have found the books will surely be feeling the affects by now.”
The queen leaned back and relished the touch of her maiden knowing that her plans were already in motion.