The Warden takes you to a cloud-cave hideaway

You're nodding a bit with post-prandial drowsiness in the first class of the afternoon when a paper insinuates itself under the door, flutters up onto the instructor's lectern, and rattles for attention.

Master Elbegast frowns, pulls at his thick beard, and looks toward you. "Woodbine, to the Warden's office," he says. "See me tomorrow about making up today's exercise. Tomorrow will be a practical, in the workshop."

The Master of Devices steps off the platform he's rigged up behind the lectern -- he's short and broad -- and holds the classroom door open for you.

You hear the clatter of some mechanism while the door is still open. "Ah, scholars, Elbegast says. "Open your books to the red ribbon."

You arrive at the Warden's office to find Golondrina and Fay waiting.

"Close the door, Morgan, good girl," the Warden says. "Here, for you." She hands you a broom. It appears to be a nondescript training broom. Not as fast or responsive as the ones used for broom polo, but far less likely to escape your grasp while you're up in the air.

The Warden raises her wand and casts some sort of spell. You make it out to be a confusing and obscuring ward. Whatever happens here next will be difficult for a wizard or witch to discern.

"All right, ladies," Barbara Torch says. "Follow me!" The Warden straddles her own broom and flies out the window. Golondrina is next, bumping her head on the top of the window frame, scraping her way out and leaving a few strands of red hair. Fay follows Golondrina, up and out, and you're last, rising into the afternoon sky following the others. Golondrina's hair streams out behind her in a great red banner, sparkling in the sun, while Fay's blonde bob dances in the headwind. The Warden's short, tightly curled black hair barely moves.

The Warden leads your little group on a twisting, looping course through the skies above Boarbristle Academy, rising high above the buildings and the grounds and the Broom Polo field and the Chilly Tarn. You've actually never flown so high before. It's getting cold, so high up.

The Warden aims toward a tall, darkling tower of cloud. She raises her wand, incants a brief spell whose words are lost to the wind, and conjures a large circular doorway in the side of the cloud.

You're last through the doorway. The wind stops and the air is no longer cold. You're in a great chamber walled by gray and white billows and floored by a gently undulating deck that appears again to be cloud.

Yet the Warden is standing solidly there, dismounted from her broom, little tendrils of mist curling about her ankles. Golondrina alights beside her. Fay gives them a suspicious look and finally decides to take the plunge. She looks uneasy as her feet come to rest on the surface, pressing in like she's standing upon a cushion. With the three of them standing, you fly your broom close and let it drift down to bring your feet in contact. It's like a deep mat of moss, soft and springy, but it bears your weight.

"Welcome to my cloud-cave," the Warden says.

"I'm impressed," Fay says.

Indeed, it's a grander work of magic than you've often seen. A web of magic subtly knits together this chamber within the cloud, making it a comfortable nest and a secure hideaway.

"What do we do if we need to piss?" Fay asks.

The Warden smiles and inclines her head. "Anywhere on the floor is fine," she says. "Or if you prefer, you can go behind a billow." Here and there, the gentle curves of the floor bulge up into a billow like a head of cauliflower or a cresting wave.

You look to Fay and Golondrina. This cloud-cave is, well, a little less welcoming than you were hoping for a setting. Golondrina raises and lowers her feet, testing the surface, bending down to press her hands on it, moving to crouch on hands and knees, and rolling over onto her back.

"See any cloud-animals?" Fay asks.

"One," Golondrina says, looking up. Her red hair spreads out across the flooring, partly veiled by fingers of mist. "We're in the belly of the Great Cloud Whale." She looks toward you and raises a hand. "Come, Morgan, lie down and look."

It's a peculiar ceiling, to be sure, puffs of gray and white making strange half-shadows between them as the light filters through everything diffusely, not equally. It's brighter toward the sides, dimmer straight overhead.

Golondrina takes your hand and squeezes it as you lie side by side. You feel her warmth flowing into you. Fay lies down on your other side and takes your other hand.

"Not much to look at," Fay says.

Golondrina laughs. "I hope you're not talking about Morgan," she says.

"Well, I'm not, really," you say.

"Piffle," Golondrina says. "Once your clothes are off, you're very much to look at."

"Oh," you say.

"Well?" Golondrina says.

"Right," Fay chimes in. "Isn't that why we're here? And, truth be told, red and gold aren't that flattering on you. Make you look florid or sallow."

And back and forth they go, Golondrina and Fay trading wit across your head.

"Morgan?" Fay says. "You still remember the first spell I taught you?"

"Ecdysia?" you say.

"You do remember," Fay says. "Clever girl." She squeezes your hand. Fay's grasp isn't as warm as Golondrina's, but it is warm. She lets you go. "Time to use it."

You look toward Fay. Her mouth is quirked in a smile and she's raised her eyebrows.

You sit up. "I'm not good at casting spells when I'm lying down," you say. You squeeze Golondrina's hand, and she lets you go. You stand up and look at your two friends, Fay and Golondrina, the one round, soft and pale, the other tall, strong and deeply colored, red hair over golden skin, and each still wearing her House Leontes robe. Taking up your wand, you say, "Well, here goes." You concentrate on yourself, Fay and Golondrina, raise your wand with a flourish, and intone, "ECDYSIA!"

There's a pulling and a tugging and a fluttering as if a couple of dozen airy spirits are making to undress you. Fay smiles and Golondrina laughs as they feel the effects of your spell. Within a minute, the spirits get a good grip on your clothing and zip, slip, off they go! There's a swirling of shed clothes into the air and a spinning fountain that scatters robes, ties, brassieres and other unmentionables across the cloud deck. The Warden snatches a flying pair of panties from the air as it flutters past her head.

While you have been chatting with Fay and Golondrina and working yourself up to rise to the occasion, the Warden has already disrobed and stands there, feet apart and knees bent, her dark skin gleaming dully in the filtered light of the cloud-cave. Her nipples are already conspicuously erect.

The Warden raises her wand, making passes toward the three of you.

Oh no, what now? you think.

The Warden's brief intonation of magic words makes you shake and quiver inside. The quivering builds into a hunger, the hunger into a sharp, biting need.

"She's hexed us," Fay says.

But Golondrina rolls toward Fay and presses her lips to Fay's. Fay wraps her arms around Golondrina's shoulders and kisses back. You drop your wand, bend your knees and lie down beside them, or maybe collapse into them, your hunger bringing your lips to join theirs, to kiss and lick until your hunger drives you on, to suck and lick on Fay's soft breast, on Golondrina's small, firm one, to kiss your way down their bodies until you find Golondrina's bush, and then her cunt, and then you feel hands parting your legs, and then a tongue, oh!

There's a long lovely time of licking, of kissing, of opening yourself for fingers and tongues and reaching climax after climax. The little group of three on the floor of Barbara Torch's cloud-cave becomes a tiny world of its own.

It's everything you had hoped for, even with your need driven to a fever pitch by the Warden's Forbidden Spell. Lust. Very clearly she's cast Lust. And so you dive into the knot of limbs that is Golondrina and Fay, bringing every particle of that lust and putting it to work.

Faintly you perceive the Warden pleasuring herself, off to one side. Her own body projects a powerful signal of readiness for you, for sex, but you're already found your partners, Fay and Golondrina. And you devour them, tongue to their tongues, lips to their lips, suckling their nipples, nibbling their ears, biting and tugging at their hair, as they do the same to you. To you. So wonderful, tongues and lips on you, making you rise higher until finally you're screaming out your climax among the soft, echoless surfaces in the cloud-cave, hearing Golondrina and Fay screaming along with you.

The Warden finally rouses you from a lovely drowse, your face smeared with Fay and Lolo's juices. Fay squats nearby, pissing into the cloud floor, which accepts her stream. Golondrina sits up, looking delightfully disheveled, her hair a wild red tangle, her firm breasts marked with bites and bruises from sucking.

"What a lovely, lovely scene," the Warden says. "Thank you, all of you, ladies."

The Warden helps you dress and makes sure you're all steady on your brooms before she leads you out into the cold winds of the high air, and then spiraling back down to her office window. This time Golondrina ducks her head and doesn't hit the window frame.

But twenty-four hours later, as you're preparing your materials before proceeding from classroom to workshop, you discern that the Warden never did actually dismiss her Lust spell. Indeed, those feelings come creeping back, making you quiver inside, bringing liquid to your lower lips, swelling your nipples into hot little points, until you can't help but touch yourself.

"Miss Woodbine, control yourself," Master Elbegast tells you.

"I c-can't," you say, pulling up the hem of your robes.

"Botheration," he says, raising his wand. He incants a dismissal toward you.

But his dismissal doesn't take hold. Indeed, it spreads the Warden's lingering Lust spell across the scholars at the back of the room. Just like yesterday, you find yourself in a knot of limbs and lips and warm, soft surfaces pressing up against each other. But there are more of them this time, all round you, and in addition to soft, squishy-wet pussy lips, there are hard, insistent male members emerging from under robes. You can't help but suck one in. So many voices moaning and sighing around you. So many wet sounds, slitherings of fabric, stroking and slapping of skin on skin.

You have 5 XP and may use ADVANCEMENT.
You have +2 Ambition, +0 Bravery, +2 Cunning, +0 Diligence.
You know the Forbidden Spell TRANSFORM and the spell MORPHO PHALLUS (your wand becomes a penis).
Your FRIENDs are Fay and Barbara Torch, the Warden of House Leontes. Barbara Torch owes you a FAVOR.

Roll +AMBITION(+2) to GET OUT OF TROUBLE and describe the results.