Testing the limits

"Wait, why did I get marbles again? I can test this with cards"

I placed the marbles aside and just set to work pushing my limits with the cards, I wanted to see what happens if I over-exert myself doing something relatively simple that probably won't have horrible effects from the magic failing.

For all I know attempting to swap the location of ball bearings when I tap out could result in them appearing halfway and inside my body in a non-fun, very deadly way.

So I stuck to the cards, I chose the most taxing possible method I could think of, shuffling the cards then picturing drawing them in order in their suits, creating the state of possibility in the shuffle but forcing them to resolve into the single possible outcome where they are all drawn in order.

I felt the heavy sensation of magic working as I performed the spell again and again. Getting progressively horny as I went on.

at one point I was imagining the pron video from earlier as I touched the top of the deck, the magic spiking in me causing me to let out a surprised yelp. The sensation was not painful, just a sort of pins and needles mixed with electricity that left heat behind it. I was hyper-aware of the fabric of my panties and skirt rubbing me.

When I turned the card over instead of the normal illustration I was treated to an image from the video perfectly printed onto the card, as though it was like that all along.

I took out card after card, all depicting various scenes from the video until they abruptly stopped about halfway through, and all the cards from then on were just normal.

I set aside the changed cards and attempted to swap some cards but was entirely unsuccessful, well that at least answers the question of what happens when I run out of juice, the magic just does not work, which was encouraging.

I decided to test my theory on how I recharge magic, I put my and past the waistband of the skirt and under my panty, the sensation of my hand over my needy penis making me close my eyes.

I gave it a few hard pumps, feeling the pleasure mount before stopping and reluctantly removing my hand.

I took a steadying breath and attempted to swap some cards again, it worked a few times before stopping.

So I was right, performing magic drains a pool in me that is refilled by experiencing pleasure.

I picked up the altered cards from before, time to 'refill the tanks', so to speak.