The final preparations are complete

I stare at the setup in the basement with some trepidation. The circle was already drawn, runes and lines of chalk crisscrossed the room. It wasn't just one circle, this time, it was a little bit more sophisticated than that. Owing mostly to the fact I won't be able to hijack the sexual energy of the city, the risks still terrified me, I couldn't cut any corners, and had to make sure to pull as many tricks as I could to reduce the computational difficulty on the magic's end. So, I drew a separate circle on each of the rooms I needed to set the enchantment over. All tied into a 'master key', which in this case is a metal constellation that was lying in it's own circle. It would apply the enchantment to each room unless I moved the planets into alignment.

Just in case - for whatever reason - I felt like showing someone the truth of the house. Not that I could think of a reason why I ever would I figured it just made sense to keep the option open.

Ideally, I would have done this magic room by room instead of this complicated and power-intensive spell. But, that wasn't exactly an option. Or, it was, but it just wasn't a very good one. It was back to the sympathetic magic. If I did each room individually, then they'd be separate spells, I'm sure they'd all work on their own, but they'd be weaker for it. Doing it as a whole house made it a whole house, one cohesive unit, working together to preserve it's secrets.

Also, it gave some leeway for the other... part, of this.

Namely, the fact that the initial power isn't the only thing this spell is going to need. Doing it's thing will require a steady low stream of sexual energy, and having to resupply that room by room would be a bit of a hassle. Besides, this probably isn't going to be the only enchantment I'm putting on the house, and I'd rather keep things consolidated.

Ergo... the power source.

I've tentatively been calling it a wardstone, since that's a pretty common item to have in fantasy, there's a few games I've got where the magical base is built around a wardstone.

Though none of those wardstones were quite as phallic.

I needed to power it somehow, and it had seemed pretty appropriate. I eyed the crystal critically.

It sat in the dead centre of the basement, in it's own small circle. That was there to define the transfers, leading from it were a series of lines and glyphs. I was honestly pretty proud of it, the circle provided a somewhat universal interface for siphoning energy from the wardstone, both for any rituals I set up here, as well as for the result of that ritual and and further ritual I did in the future. I even managed to squeeze in a way to let the wardstone warn me when it's stored magic was running low.

The wardstone was pretty interesting, I thought, on a magical level. I'd used my alchemy knowledge to make it. It'd initially come from me attempting to make a necklace or some other piece of kit that I could try storing my magic in. That experiment was a failure, but it's insight did give me the knowledge to make this. Namely, that this had to be phallic. Obvious, in retrospect, seeing as the wand's magic is almost singularly geared towards the erotic.

So, sitting there in it's own little little magical circle. Is a penis. It's crystalline, similair to my candies I 'grew' this. Though that's about where the similarities end. Where the candies are pearly white this penis is dark red. It'll glow when it's powered, of course. I'm not fucking a crystal dildo that won't have a nicely magical glow when it's all sated. It just wouldn't be proper. I just.. have to get around to the fucking.

Quite a lot of it.

Hours of it.

With some trepidation I pull off my top, step out of my skirt. Then, despite the lack of audience, I make sure to bend forward as I hook my thumbs into my panties and pull them down off of me. Even without someone to witness the act I can feel a blush form on my face. I hook my toe under the garment and flick it onto the pile of clothes.

Before the wand this would've been unthinkable. My asshole simply couldn't take a dildo for hours on end. Especially not one this big. Though that second part probably had as much to do with the fact I've had a lot of practice the past few weeks as it did with the healing gel I've been using. It's perfect for dealing with any friction burns or micro tears. And, with some thinking, I've managed to alchemically combine it with lubricant. Giving me the perfect sex aide.

Next to my lewd hearthstone is a jar of the stuff, softly glowing in preperation for me to use it. My asshole puckers in anticipation, fuzzy jolts of pleasure flow into me from the phantom sensation of all the times I've had something inside me. I've been including my ass in my masturbation so much lately that my body anticipates it every time I get horny. That particular development I owe to the second item by the dildo. A bowl of clear blue liquid with a few orbs floating in it.

I step into the circle, and kneel down in front of the bowl, wincing at the hardness of the concrete under my knees. I dip my fingers into the bowl, and rub them together inside, there's a distinct soapy feel to it, and my fingers slide against each other. The slipperiness is definitely helpful, thought it doesn't last nearly as long as my super lube. Not that it needs to. After a few moments I'm satisfied it won't disappear.

I take my fingers out of the bowl, grinning proudly at the way the liquid clings to the digits, none of it dripping down to the floor. My breath hitches slightly as I bring it down and press my fingers across my asshole. I'm aroused enough that it's already puckering out slightly, and incredibly sensitive. I move my fingers up and down, rubbing the outside like it's my vagina.

Unable to help myself I giggle. I guess I really do have a bussy, don't I?

My cock twitches as I work the solution in, until the slipperiness vanishes, along with the liquid. I dip my fingers into the bowl again, rubbing them against each other just like last time, though not as long. There isn't much dirt or unwanted bacteria left on them. And gods, wasn't that a pain in the ass to define? Last thing I wanted to do was accidentally fuck up my gut bacteria. How was I meant to explain that to an EMT? Once my fingers are coated I bring them back again, though this time I just briefly circle the tips of my fingers on my taint, relishing at the odd pressure of my supernaturally smooth nailtips. I push in, first with just the index finger, a whine escapes my lips at the feeling. The digit slips in easily, and I push it up to the knuckle before pulling out completely, The middle finger goes in next, just by itself. It's bigger than the first, but not by that much, and I don't press it in all the way. Cleaning gel or not, I have zero interest in touching anything gross inside. My thumb is last, it's width giving a bit of a nicer stretch coming in than the others did.

I sigh contentedly as I pull the thumb out, and reapply the solution. Using my fingers is oddly relaxing, letting me languidly pleasure myself. The stimulation does still make my penis twitch in anticipation, and I spot a small clear bead forming on the tip.

Unable to help myself I use the top of a finger of my free hand to press it, rubbing a small circle on the tip, and relishing the feel of my foreskin. I reapply the gel for the last time, putting two fingers in my ass at the same time, and curling them inwards towards my prostate. The sensation in my stomach makes me whine needily, and I pull my finger off of my penis, watching in rapt fascination as the precum scretches a few inches, before snapping. I pop that finger into my mouth and suck, right as I press into my pleasure button.

It's not enough to make me cum, but gods it should be. In that moment I can't help but feel erotic as fuck.

My fingers slide easily out of my asshole, bringing with them the sparks of pleasure from their absence. More sparks come from every insistent twitch of my asshole.

I don't wait long to give it what it wants, reaching into the bowl again I grab one of the floating orbs. They're about as thick as two of my fingers, and hard like marbles. I don't waste any time as I carefully - they're quite slippery - bring it close. Balancing it in my crooked fingers under me I guide it upwards until it's kissing my asshole. I press gently at first, to make sure it's in the right spot, then harder. My ring resists it at first, the pressure wells, and it slowly slides inside. There's a very brief feeling of being stretched before the orb is sucked inside with a lewd squelcing noise as some air escapes. I twitch at the feeling of the orb inside of me.

I wait for a few moments, before I feel the heat of my body initiate the reaction that dissolves the hard outer shell, and the gooey liquid inside spreads inside of me. I clench my asshole to keep the liquid in, the pleasurable sensation of that making my penis twitch. A few moments later, the wet feeling inside of me subsides, and I pull another orb out, repeating the process.

This one goes in without any fuss at all. Sliding right into my asshole with only slight pressure. I play with my nipples as it dissolves, and is absorbed. The last one goes in before the second is fully done dissolving, the orb itself the only thing keeping the liquid inside from escaping.

I give them both time to do their work.

Removing the unwanted gunk used to be a necessary evil that I sucked up whenever I felt like putting in the effort to play with my asshole. Now, they're part of the fun. Basically foreplay.

My eyes travel over to the dark red dildo sticking up out of the ground, it's eight inches of girthy crystal looking more enticing by the second.