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Carmodie Banger and the Nymphus Chevron
Chapter 1 • Part 2
Across the castle—far from the bustle of the common rooms and the warm hum of the Great Hall—Lila suddenly swayed where she stood.
A peculiar sensation washed over her, as though the very air around her had shifted. Then, without warning, dozens of tiny orbs of flickering light bloomed into existence, circling her like a swarm of enchanted fireflies.
Lila slid her hand beneath her skirt with a practiced calm, her fingers easing her satin panties to the side. The fabric slipped back slightly, then settled beside her thigh as she leaned in, elbows squeezing her breasts.
Warm and yielding, her pussy lips answered her pressure, separating obediently as her fingers coaxed them open.
Her thumbs pressed gently at her clit while her fingers slid inside, smoothing the walls with a slow, confident lift.
She adjusted her touch by instinct—here a firmer brace, there a feather-light sweep—guiding the soft folds of her pussy as it thinned and stretched.
Her clit flared and she pinched it, lifting softly, letting the sensitive nub return to balance. Fluid slicked the surface, and the flesh gleamed as her hips swayed in a quiet rhythm with her fingers.
She paused, eyes narrowing, then shaped the flesh with a careful inward draw. Her orgasm began to reveal itself: a graceful swelling passion that held her transfixed. Each rotation of her hand refined it further, the faint rasp of her fingers smoothing lust into pure pleasure.
When she finally released, Lila lifted her hands away and let out a deep throaty moan in a long breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Satisfaction warmed her chest, not loud or triumphant, but deep and settled, like the contentment of a spell completed just right.
The world tilted. A wave of dizziness swept through her, and she crumpled back onto the bed.
That was when she saw it—etched into her skin as though it had always been there.
When Lila finally stirred, the corridor was silent once more. She pushed herself upright, her head still ringing faintly, with a searing burning sensation just above her pussy.
A triangle-shaped mark, dark and precise, gleamed faintly in her pubic area.
Strange, curling symbols wound through its center, and delicate ornamental patterns shimmered as though lit from within by their own quiet magic.
She stared at it, breath caught in her throat. Whatever had just happened, it was no ordinary spell.
