Of course, she doesn’t want to be again.

After several moments of coughing and gagging Beth looked up, the back of the book was facing her as the book and tentacles were doing something though she could not see what. She took a deep breath “Hti…” she managed before coughing again.

The book paused and then turned quickly, it’s tentacles allowing it to turn in mere moments it lunged out with a tentacle aimed at Beth’s face. She managed to grab it as it half wrapped around her throat and she realised it was trying to stop her from saying the name of the author backwards. It not only understood her language, it knew of the spells built into the ancient tome.

Her two hands held the slimy tentacle preventing it from **** her as she said through gritted teeth, “Htims.” She said. A bright light shone from the pages and a moment later the book flew at her face as the tentacle she held shortened quickly.

It slapped, it’s pages open, into her chest sitting against her breasts, she slumped to the ground relived as she lay the book down. The spell built into the book would keep it safe until it’s next opening. She looked down to continue reading the Gaelic passage, her curiosity always getting the best of her. The page described beings from another dimension which can invade this land when someone speaks of them, “That explains how it got here.” She said aloud most spells treat the written word as being no different to the spoken word.

The book then went on to explain how to control such beasts Beth shifted in her place still sitting in her pool of cum. Deciding it could come in handy Beth stood up closing the book before gathering her clothes. Then half walking half stumbling she returned to where she had her bag. It was some minutes before she managed to find her wand which gave her a sense of confidence, even if she couldn’t cast spells. She stopped thinking. The spell in the book worked, the spell on the cage didn’t and her light spell didn’t.

She laid out her clothes methodically and stood over top of them wand in hand. The young woman’s naked form was highlighted by the flickering lights as she started a spell.

She wove her hands over the clothes, every movement hurting after her **** at the hands of the book, a ring of bruises was occasionally visible around one breast where the tentacle squeezed her tit.

She had prepared for another jolt to rush up her hand, but this time none came, as she repeated her incantation slowly the clothes repaired themselves, stitching themselves back together, Beth smiled.

When, after several more minutes, her clothes were fixed she leapt for joy, her large breasts were painful without the support of the bra but after her earlier **** she did not mind that much. “I’m right!” She exclaimed to no one.

“If my mending ritual works, but my light incantation does not, and the enchantment on the cage failed, but the ritual of control on the book was still working, then the Nexus of magic is broken and the Ether still works.” She then paused, looking around in realisation that she was on her own and there was no one around her bask in her success.

Quickly she got dressed and packed her things up. Next stop was the principles office, she would have teleported there, but being an incantation it drew on the Nexus, and if she was right, there was something very wrong with the Nexus.

She raised her wand and started to recite the ritual of light which allowed her wand to glow as long as she continued saying the phrase she then found her way out of the Library and into the chaos which had consumed the School. The Principle’s office was quite a ways across the school, maybe she should stop off on the way, try and get help or resources.