Making things wet

Arriving to the dead-end with the elaborate mural, you quickly recite the parable that Professor Dove taught you to gain entrance to Chimera House. The entire way there, your mind was fixated on one thing... practicing your spells with Aeriel. She spurred you on the whole way by holding you tightly and moaning encouragement in your ear. Her anticipation and excitement was palpable, and it was transferring to you with her words and her warmth... your memory of how it felt to draw on her multiplying the effect.

You quickly make your way through the foyer and common area, heading straight for your quarters without bothering to see who might be hanging around. You slide your key into the latch and rush inside your room.

You deposit your belongings on your desk and pick up 'Conjuration and Legerdemain'.

Dragging a chair to the center of the room, you open the book to the first page of hand signs and prop the book up in the chair for hands free reference.

"What do you want to work on first...?", Aeriel asks excitedly, appearing in front of you. Her luminescent rainbow eyes are fixed on you with wild lust.

"I was thinking something easy at first... A warm up... Let's try that water spell again...", you respond after pondering for a moment.

"Good idea...", she replies grinning.

You take a breath and try to calm your excited nerves. Focusing on your intent to form a sphere of water, and then your intent to pull power, you take Aeriel by the hand and draw her to you. You immediately begin to feel the splendid warm tingling sensation you know to be her power creeping up your fingers. It slowly ascends your hand and arm. Wrapping your other arm around her waist, you press her perfect naked form against you tightly. Already, you can feel her arousal growing, and you focus on keeping control of her. You are honestly becoming aroused yourself, the feel of her pressing against you is surreal. You begin to see the familiar vapor beginning to coalesce about three feet from you.

Recognizing that you need more energy for the spell, you take the hand that you used to pull Aeriel to you and run your fingers through her silky white hair, finally resting it on the back of her head and firmly bringing your mouths together. You feel her melting into you, and the warm tingle spreads.

Aeriel wraps her arms around your neck and tries to exert herself, but you find it easier to dictate the pace of the kiss this time. Finally, after a few moments of the slow and consistent draw of power, there is a ball of water floating in front of you.

Reluctantly, you break the kiss and hold Aeriel out at arm's length. She has a mingled expression of disappointment and pride.

"Ok...", you begin, trying to catch your breath. "That worked pretty well I guess... But it took longer than what I would have liked...".

"yes... It did...", Aeriel agrees, her amorous eyes fixed on you.

"How do I dis-spell...?", you ask her. She looks absolutely crestfallen at the question. "I think we should try again... Try to form it more quickly...".

"I know...", she groans. "You have to shift your intent to cancel the spell while breaking the flow of energy...". She is obviously not keen on the latter part of the process.

Giving her a reassuring smile, you do as she instructed, letting go of her with the intent of breaking the connection and cancelling the spell. It works and the sphere of liquid instantly evaporates. Aeriel looks as though she has just been struck, the pained look on her face is enough to break your heart. Again, you give her a smile and raise a finger to signal her to wait a moment. She just stands there pouting.

You glance down to your book and examine one of the diagrams closely. After a moment, you think you understand what you are supposed to do, and a theory forms in your mind.

As you return your focus to Aeriel, her pout immediately turns to a dazzling smile warm enough to melt ice. She opens her arms wide expectantly.

Instead, you practice the gesture in the diagram. Moving your physical arm in tandem with your mental arm, you reach out to her. Again, you form the intent to create a ball of water, and the intent to draw power. However, instead of reaching out to take Aeriel and pull her to you, you do something else.

To an outside observer, it would appear that you are standing with your arm outstretched, palm up and slightly cupped with a focused look on your face. What is actually happening in the world you share with Aeriel is you are cupping her left breast in your hand. Again, the feeling is surreal, as though you were actually holding a woman's tit in your hand.

Aeriel's eyes widen in surprised pleasure, her mouth an O of unrestrained enjoyment. This time, instead of a slow trickle of warm tingling creeping up your extremity, your entire arm vibrates with warm energy. The sensation is a hundred times better. Before you know it, there is another sphere of liquid floating where the first had been, not even a slow condensation of vapor this time.

"Well... That worked like a charm...", you remark with a broad grin.

"yes...", Aeriel moans in ecstatic pleasure.

So far, your theory is proving to be true and you decide to test it further.

Now, you shift your intent to make the ball of water bigger, you begin to gently squeeze and massage Aeriel's breast. You bring your thumb up and slowly rub and tease her perfect little nipple. Somehow, her face has an even more pleased look on it, and sure enough, you see the orb of fluid swell and grow.

As you stand there with Aeriel's magnificent mammary in your hand, the feel of her power slowly intensifying, it arouses you to no end. Your lust getting the better of you, you pull her to you and immediately initiate another kiss. With your hand still squeezing her breast, you reach your other hand down and do likewise to her amazing ass. She moans into your mouth, obviously enjoying the escalation. While your mental focus is firmly on the sexually charged magical vixen in your arms, anyone on the outside would see you still standing with your arm outstretched and your eyes closed in focused ecstasy... and an immense erection of course.

You frantically maul aeriel with your hands and mouth, your arousal overwhelming you completely. Aeriel only moans in pleasure, not even getting a chance to exert herself against you. Your lust is so great now, that you completely dominate every move of the interaction.

Scooping Aeriel into your arms, she wraps her legs around your waist and you squeeze both of her ass cheeks firmly. She is panting wildly now, and you break the kiss to start sucking on one of her nipples.

She moans even louder, squeezing her legs tightly around you. Her hand comes to the back of your head and firmly presses you to her tit, ensuring you can't move away from it, as if you would even want to.

You bring the fingers of your right hand closer to the gap between her ass cheeks and begin to slowly probe until you finally find her pussy. You can feel it is absolutely drenched with her arousal.

You idly wonder what her fluids might taste like. She gasps at the new sensation and squeezes your head against her tit even more forcefully. Feeling as though you can't take much more, you begin to work Aeriel down to align her dripping hole to your cock.

You feel the head go in, and another idle thought crosses your mind. Does this even count as sex if it is with a manifestation of your own magical ability.

You decide that you don't care... it feels absolutely amazing and you want more.

You slowly lower Aeriel down onto your throbbing cock, and she cries out in delight.

You manage to sink her all the way down your shaft until her pubic mound meets your own, and then you begin thrusting frantically in and out of her. She starts bucking up and down in time with your thrusts to gain maximum penetration, her moans turning to feral grunts and wild screams of ecstasy.

After a Particularly violent thrust, she arches her back and howls loudly, her orgasm finally breaking. Then, you feel something is wrong.

You can't breathe.

Panicked, you **** your attention to the real world and find that you are completely submerged... your entire bedroom is filled with water.

How long have you been like this? Your mind in a frenzy, you try to think of what you should do. Finally, you remember how to break the spell and hurriedly shift your intent to dis-spell the water and **** Aeriel off of your dick.

She screams and bucks wildly to maintain the sexual connection, but your panic is greater.

At last, just before you felt you were going to pass out, most of the water evaporates. You cough violently, your lungs burning in strained agony.

Aeriel hurries to you, her concern evident.

A few painful moments later, your breathing begins to stabilize. Your head is throbbing, your heart is pounding in your ears and your vision is blurry.

Aeriel is clinging to you frantically, tears streaming down her face. You hold her tightly, trying to reassure her, and yourself that everything is alright.

Finally, as your adrenaline subsides, the panic passes. What you took for pounding in your ears, you now realize that someone is pounding on your bedroom door.

Composing yourself, you stand and head to the door, your clothes still completely soaked. As you open your door, you see Professor Dove, clearly alarmed.

"What the hell is going on in here?! I was heading to my room to prepare for my class next period when I see water leaking from around your door. Are you alright?"

You try to give Professor Dove a smile to show that everything is all good, but it doesn't seem to convince her. The fact that you are still dripping with water and your entire room is in a similar state, she looks at you disapprovingly and demands an explanation.

You told her that you were practicing your water spell again, and that you guess you lost focus and got carried away, which is technically true. You feel it best not to tell her every detail, not even sure if she'd believe you.

Her expression softens and her alarm turns to concern.

"You really need to be sure that you keep your focus locked at all times when casting spells. Even the most minor shift in focus can have drastic consequences."

"Yes Professor.", is all you can say for yourself.

"Are you sure you are ok? Do you need to go to the infirmary?"

"No, I think I'm alright, really. I apologize for the trouble."

Professor Dove gives you a gentle smile.

"Please be more mindful in the future. Here, let me take care of the mess."

Professor Dove then traces a sign in the air with her finger and mutters an incantation. Suddenly, you feel a pleasantly warm breeze blowing all around you. Within a minute or so, you are completely dry, as is your bedroom.

"Thanks.", you say.

"Don't mention it. It probably would have taken you awhile to clean things yourself, and that would have made you tardy for my class that you are scheduled for next period. Get yourself ready and we can walk there together."