The cost of magic

Alright, so I can't change myself. At least not directly. I should make sure I can still do magic, just in case.

Unsure of what to do, Xander looked around. There wasn't much stuff in the bathroom. The only thing to catch his eye was the pile of clothes he left on the floor.

Eh, might as well. As good a target as any.

Once more, Xander the fledgling wizard raised his wand at the offending pile of cloth, and imagined it was actually neatly folded.

The next moment, as if by magic, his clothes were suddenly no longer the messy pile they usually ended up as, but a neat stack, as if an origami master had folded them.

Whew, I can still cast spells at least. The problem really was the target of my spell, not the magic. But how do I get around that limitation? And why do I feel so horny?

Indeed, by now Xander's dick was at full mast, and no longer ignorable. Still, he was adamant on not being distracted right now, so he pushed on further.

Whatever, I'll take care of it soon. Right now I have bigger fish to fry. Like figuring out if there's a limit to what or how much I can cast.

I know of at least one limit on the what, I can't target myself. But what about the how much? Can I just keep on doing magic forever? Without stopping? I need to figure that shit out.

Looking around once more, Xander couldn't find anything to jump-start his imagination. That is, not until he walked out of the bathroom (still naked) and saw usual mess that was his apartment.

Yup, that's a good starting point. Definitely better than cleaning up myself. Not to mention it'll also help me figure out this magic thing, so it's like two for the price of one!

He immediately got to work, pointing his wand at random piles of rubbish and magicking them into cleanliness. Once the every single piece of trash was obliterated, Xander turned to his things he wanted to keep. Pretty much everything, from clothes to dishes was strewn around everywhere. Even the floor hadn't escaped his trashy habits.

He was just about to start magicking that problem away as well, when he paused. Not because he wanted to, or even because he'd had an idea. No, it simply wouldn't happen. He was doing everything just like before, wand pointed and the desired outcome in mind, and yet nothing.

Which is also when Xander finally noticed his growing erection. By now it had surpassed the realm of simply standing upright like a steel mast, and was slowly approaching the state of pain-meat. It almost felt like it would pop off at any minute, or perhaps even explode. And not the pleasurable kind of explosion, but the violent kind.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! What the hell?! When did that happen? And more importantly, why?

I know I have a thing for power, but not to this degree! It just had to be something more! He looked down at his wand, the magic one. Of-fucking-course, I should have known.

It would seem like this isn't just any magic wand. This is a sex magic wand. Or maybe magic sex wand? What ever, semantics don't matter right now. I need to take care of my problem before I pass out due to blood loss.

With awkward, pained steps, Xander made his way over to his bedroom. Once there, he grabbed his prick... and immediately let go.

"Ouch!" he cried out.

How the hell is it so sensitive?!

His next attempt was much more gentle. With careful motions he started to slowly stroke it. Up and down, up and down. Yet no release came. Even once he reached a point he knew would have otherwise made him cum, nothing happened.

Gradually, he sped up. A lustful haze enveloped him and Xavier lost all control. Even the pain no longer deterred him from recklessly jerking his member. To an outside observer he may as well have looked like a rabid beast, just furiously masturbating to the exclusion of all else.

His pleasure continued to build and build, until all of a sudden, as if a switch had been flipped, it all came to a head.

With an explosive climax, Xander sprayed a huge load all over his sheets. Then, exhausted, he just lay there for some time.

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