Not this time

It had to be two people Aaralon thought. Two sets of hands. He could still feel the fingers on his chest while the unseen **** played with his cock.

They had to be mimicing the gestures he felt. Oh gods? Does that mean there was a male mage stroking his cock?

Aaralon blushed - but no, a female mage need only make the gesture with her fingers. She didn't actually need to be stroking a real cock.

It did speak of experience though. Whoever was responsible for casting the spell was likely to have some practise at it.

He struggled, gracefully as he could, to his feet and looked around. There were other students out in the park but no one acting odd. He couldn't see any movement which would suggest the culprits were here. Heck. He couldn't even really sense the signature of magic. Yet another indicator that the spellcasters here were very experienced.

Aaralon attempted to take a step forward - and the magic hands faded from his chest and balls. He could feel them no longer.