Ask Andrew Saltire why you found him balls-deep up the Warden's arse

"Where's Andrew?" you ask the next evening.

Marina Madeline blinks and shakes her head.

"I don't know, he didn't come home," Rebecca says. "I mean, you didn't either, but you were at lessons, and he wasn't."

Peter Crisp pulls a face. "I asked. He's in detention. Fornicating with a member of Staff."

"Who?" Marina and Rebecca ask.

"Prefect dinn' tell me," Peter says.

"It was the Warden," you say. "Down in the practice rooms, late." In her arse.

"Ahhhhh," the other three say.

"What?" you ask. Sounds like they know something you don't.

The door opens. It's Andrew Saltire, head low, shoulders drooping. He goes to the bedroom he shares with Peter Crisp and closes the door behind him.

"At least he'll feel better after a wank," Marina says. "I always do. Come on, Rebecca, let's go get a bath while we still can."

Rebecca fetches her bath basket and follows Marina out.

"Going to the common room," Peter says.

You sit at the table in the main room of your dormitory suite. But it's quiet. By now you'd expect to hear some rubbing, sighing, and groaning. You tiptoe up to the boys' door. Where you'd expect to hear wanking, you hear sobbing instead.

You tap on the door. "Andrew, may I come in? The others are gone."

"Whatever," he says. "I've got my cock out, mind."

You open the door. Andrew's lying on his bed, his kilt raised, a hand cupped round his member...which is soft.

"What's wrong, did they give you cruel detention?" you ask.

He shakes his head. "No, no, just copying lessons," he said. "But they put me on restriction."

"You can't leave the House?" you say. "They did that to me." The Prefects will know if you're out of bounds.

He shakes his head harder. "Worse than that," he says. "I still get cockstands, you know, all the time? But whenever I go to touch myself, it goes soft. I can't wank, and I'm going crazy."

"How long has it been?" you ask.

"Since you last saw me," he says. "Last time I spent was up the Warden's arse. It was the best ever. The best. I can hardly think of anything else, I can't wank, and it's making me crazy." He takes his hand off his soft cock.

The best ever. Maybe it had been pretty much pleasure magic, as the Housemaster had thought. Give the boy a good time.

"How did that happen? With the Warden?" you ask.

"Caught wanking in class. Just a little. Not at anybody," Andrew says. "Well, all right, at Marina, sort of, but she didn't know. They sent me out. The Tutor was busy so they sent me to the Warden. Warden talked to me, set up an extra lesson for the evening."

"Extra lesson?" you ask, remembering how you'd found Andrew, his hairy balls twitching as he shot his spunk up Barbara Torch's arse.

Andrew says, "Extra lesson. Warden ran me through all the regular exercises, banishing, casting a circle, manifesting, dismissing. Deflecting in a mock duel. She kept me so busy I paid no mind that I'd had a hard cockstand for an hour, maybe two. But when we took a pause, I asked if I could go to the lavatory, and Warden straight-up asked me if I was going to wank. I mean, my kilts weren't really hiding anything."

You nod. Andrew with a stiffie under his kilt was easy to tell. It came and went during the day, and you'd ceased to find it remarkable.

"So what happened?" you ask.

"Warden asked me if I wouldn't rather stay and help her out," Andrew says. "Magical practice hots her up, so we were wanting the same thing. I said yes. Warden had the Prefect lock up, it was end of practice hours, so it was just us."

"What did she have you do?"

"Everything," Andrew says. "Everything. She told me what to do. Showed me. My hands. Wanking her, on her pearl. So hot and wet. My mouth on her breasts. Sucking. On her cunt, till she spent. I loved that. Her taste. Her pleasure. Glorious."

Andrew had popped a fine erection while recalling his evening with the Warden. That night, while you were secretly pleasuring Dorothy, Andrew was doing the same with Barbara Torch.

Andrew clears his throat. "Then she said it was my turn. And if I'd finish, if I'd spend in her arse, she'd make it special. It was. It was like the world exploded in joy."

Andrew's cock throbs against his belly. You'd reckon it a middling size and breadth, for all you know of cocks, which is chiefly through reading.

Andrew lets his head fall back and his shoulders go limp. "But now I'm on restriction, if I so much as touch it, it goes soft." He shakes his head and lets out a sobbing breath. "I'll go mad."

"Was that...was that your first time with a woman?" you ask.

Andrew nods his head. "First time," he breathes. "So wonderful. And now this." He touches his cock and it goes soft. He groans.

"Do you suppose the Warden's in trouble too?" you ask.

"Oh, she'll be alright," Andrew says. "Said she's done this dozens of times. Help a young man out. She's senior Staff, what would they do to her?"

You're not so sure that the Warden's in good odor, with all her heroics. You could imagine some jealousy of her competence and a desire to put her in her place for taking liberties so flagrantly. And the other Houses might want to take Leontes down a peg, at least Draconis and Minerval.

You blink. "Andrew, I have an idea," you say. "Take your hand away. Think of Marina, like you were in class."

Andrew's soft member starts throbbing and swelling again.

"I'm going to put my hand on you," you say.

"What's the use?" Andrew says.

You wrap your hand around his half-hard member. It swells and straightens.

"Spell only stops you," you tell him. "Won't stop me. Or Marina, say."

Andrew blushes pink. "Will you talk to her?" you say.

"Tomorrow, I promise," you say. "Lay back."

A man's member is a fascinating growth, warm and firm in your hand, with stretchy, slidy skin along the barrel, giving an occasional twitch or throb. You watch his face as you start stroking up and down.

"Tell me if I'm doing this wrong," you say. "This is my first time."

"Ahhhh," Andrew groans. "Just keep doing that, like that."

More twitching, more pulsing. A drop of clear fluid on the tip. More drops. Weeping. A throb.

"Over the head, now, up and down over the head, please!" Andrew says.

"Ah ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya AAAAAAAAH!" Andrew cries out. His big toes snap back and forth across the second toe. His head and shoulders curl up off the bed, and five big spurts of seed shoot out of his cock head and across his belly, leaving thick white laces soiling his red and gold robes.

You leave Andrew in a puddle of his own emissions, profoundly grateful.

You pause at the door and tell him, "I'll talk to Marina tomorrow. See if she'll do a trade. Good night."

ENCOUNTER Andrew Saltire to ask about the Warden. On a 10+ (⚃⚃ + 3 = 11), he tells you willingly, +1 Forward.
HAVE SEX with Andrew Saltire. On a 7-9 (⚁⚁ + 4 = 8), you have a pretty good time. Sex Move = CHARM, gain a FAVOR.

Dorothy the Porter, Marina Madeline, Housemaster Fergus Firetail, and Miss Wormwood are your FRIENDS and each will freely grant one FAVOR. Your familiar Sapienta also counts as a FRIEND with a FAVOR.

Rebecca Honeybee is your HANGER-ON (-1 to rolls against her) and owes you a FAVOR.

You have 5 XP, -1 AMBITION, +3 BRAVERY, +1 CUNNING, and +0 DILIGENCE.

You have a GOAL from Mrs. Travers for your Conjurations class: Perform the Conjuration of the Binding Vines on Rebecca Honeybee. This is a +CUNNING(-2) task to perform.

Next: ENCOUNTER Marina Madeline to propose that she trade favors with Andrew while he's on restriction and unable to wank. Roll +BRAVERY(+4) (+3 Bravery, +2 Friend, limited to +4) to ENCOUNTER her. She might want something from you, perhaps to demonstrate, or to tell your story of being with Dorothy. On a success, you may choose to stay around and HAVE SEX with Marina and/or Andrew. It's possible that Rebecca may want to be included.