The white witch in the library

(Set at university, all characters 18 or above)

Jane sat in the quiet corner of the university library she enjoyed occupying. It gave her privacy and solitude enough to let her study and read in relative comfort but also gave her a good view over much of the other space in this floor of the library. She could sit, read and observe the other students moving around doing their thing with the slight feeling of benign oversight.

Normally she was a benign person. A ‘white witch’ who was studying history and language, hiding her abilities had been something she had been doing since she was child and first learned of her true status in life. Still…university had been a challenge to her natural light and desire to be good.

Mostly the men. Or boys.

It was as if being at university switched on the very worst of some of them. Boorish, rude, violent and sexually aggressive in ways that were unwanted and unjustified.

She liked guys. She loved the attention the right ones gave her. She loved cock. The feeling of being filled…the essence of Adam’s spirit flowing into her…all very intense and enjoyable.

But her love, her mind and her soul was meant for womenfolk, for the protection and support of girls in this misguided world. Only women were able to connect to the natural magic that flowed and twisted through the torment of 21st century lands. Most of them never knew. Taught as they were by jealous masculinity that such things were imagined or silly childish fantasises.

But Jane was one of those who not only knew the value of magic but was gifted with great power…power that allowed other women to open their spirits and embrace the seeds of natural magic that flowed around them.

The commotion that was slowly building down to her left caught Jane’s attention. A group of boys were sat not too far from a study table where a group of girls were trying to quietly work. The interactions started off neutral, harmless enough, with shared glances and occasional compliments tossed from one to the other. But then one of the boys, clearly the ‘alpha’ of the pack, was being urged by his companions to go over to the girls.

Jane, put her book down and shifted slightly, ensuring she could watch and hear the coming interaction.

“Hey, Sophie isn’t it?” the tall, athletic looking boy asked, or rather interrupted the girls quiet chat.

“Yes?” She replied, and instantly Jane heard the tone, recognising the fear that so many young women shared just in their day-to-day life dealing with men.

“I er, think we share a few classes…and was wondering if you were free on Friday?”

Jane rolled her eyes but kept quietly watching.

“Erm, no, sorry I’m actually going to a party with my friends” Sophie said, which Jane noted was the truth as the soft glow around the young student glowed a little brighter at being able to provide a genuine reason to turn down this boy. Jane saw the link of romantic interest in the aura between Sophie and one of the girls in the group, clearly new, growing and already significant.

“Oh..sure…right…what about Saturday then, you can bring your friends if you like, we can have a party…” He said, leering as he turned to look back at his group of other boys who cheered at the idea.

“Sorry, I don’t think so…probably will want to relax, catch up with study for next week…you know.” Sophie seemed to shrink away a bit more from the boy and made the ‘mistake’ of glancing at the girl she clearly had some kind of feeling for.

“I see…one of those are you…fucking lesbo…this place is FULL of them!” He muttered, his face twisted in anger that the girl had no way deserved and yet was now facing.

Jane felt a dark heat growing inside her. Tendrils of ancient magic twisting around her ankles, her legs, her thighs and screaming at her to intervene. While she was a ‘white witch’, there was always a danger in letting emotional reaction tune the magic.

She bit her lip and closed her eyes, quietly drawing from that power that now flooded into her through every piece of wood in the building, through the paper of the books around her, through the table in front of her. She whispered something ancient and blew the words towards Sophie who was looking increasingly uncomfortable.

But as Sophie tried to speak, something filtered into her mind and she felt a strange calmness overtake her.

“OK, show me…show me what I’m missing…get up on this desk, and show me what it is I should be grateful for?”

The words sounded…deeper, harder edged than anything she had spoken so far, but they cut through perfectly. Her friend group giggled and looked at her nervously and with excitement at this undiscovered side of their friend. Steve looked at her shocked for a moment, but her challenge had been heard by his friends so his option for retreat was limited.

“What? What are you talking about?” he bluffed, “You so **** for cock now because your lesbo friends can’t please you?” he laughed, turning to urge his friends on to react – which they largely did.

Jane smiled softly and pursed her lips, sending another surge of natural energy towards Sophie, letting the girl feel the true power all women have over the male shaped world around them.

“I just want to see what you’re packing…if you’re going to break me in, I’m entitled to see what it is you’re going to use?” She challenged, before shifting her laptop on the desk the girls were gathered around and patting it. “Jump up here, and get that big ol cock of yours out…its massive, right?”

Steve had ****. He wasn’t afraid of getting his cock out. He had a more than healthy sized dick, and he knew this would surely cement his reputation if he did this – win-win for him.

“OK, you asked for this…everyone, get your phones out…I don’t want to get accused of anything later…”

He jumped up onto the desk, showing the strength and energy of his athletic form, such a shame he’s pathetic, thought Jane.

Some of his mates stood up, lifting their phones and filming, as did some of the girls who had surrounded Sophie’s table. “Oh my god, Sophie, is he going to do it?” asked the girl Sophie clearly had a massive crush on.

Steve looked at the other girl and then back at Sophie, before pushing his jeans down to his knees and revealing his shorts. “Only if she gets it out, fairs fair…” he countered, standing there with his hands on his hips.

Jane leaned forward and once more blew a soft invisible bubble of magic towards Sophie. “I’ve given you the touch, Sophie…be careful…be direct.”

The words formed in Sophie’s mind. She had no idea if she was imagining it, but she felt it, felt…something…and looked up at the leering, mocking boy who stood above her. She suddenly had clarity and nodded, reaching for his shorts.

Her fingers slid in and she found his cock. It was…big, thick too and she flinched at the touch, much to the laughter of the watching boys. But something felt…odd. She looked up at Steve and felt a smile lift her lips. Static like charge built and flowed along her arm and into her fingertips. Steve felt it too and his leer turned confused for a moment. Sophie gripped his cock for a second or so and felt it shudder under her touch.

Something was happening. He was going rigid, fully erect in her hand, but…it was getting smaller, and quickly.

“OK, lets see what you’ve got.” One of the girls said and reached up to pull his shorts down. There was a gasp, several in fact.

Steve’s heavy 7 incher was already less than 4 inches long…in fact Sophie barely needed her whole hand.

“Wait…no, come on, I’ve just gotta get hard” Steve said, a confused wail of panic lifting in his chest. His dick felt hot, tingly and…he was as hard as he had ever been in his life. Sophie let go, his cock now sticking out rigid at 3 inches. “That it?” She said, a deep and lusty tone in her voice teasing him.

“NO! Wh…what have you done to me you…you fucking bitch!”

Sophie’s eyes clouded a little and she reached forward to flick the tip with her fingers. Steve wailed and came…shooting a quick spurt of cum onto the floor and then, to his mortification, as he became flaccid his dick shrank even further. A nub. Just the cockhead like a little turtle sticking out its head.

The girls were screaming in laughter, all of them now taking pictures and filming it. Steve looked over at his group of friends and saw most of them looking at him with pity and embarrassment, some of them laughing and shaking their heads. “Some Alpha…jesus dude, put it away…fuck.”

Quickly, Steve fumbled with his pants and nearly fell from the table. Sophie helped him down, just to add to his humiliation, and he just bolted, running from the library even before his mates could catch up with him.

Jane chuckled and sat back, fixing her glasses that had slid down her nose a little, and took a look at Sophie for a moment. The girl clearly felt the flow now, the magic that women have a natural connection to. Jane had opened the door for her, perhaps she would choose to jump in.

Before the afternoon was done, Steve was famous around the entire university… students were sharing images and video of his ‘incredible disappearing dick’ trick on the net and across the world. What a silly boy, Jane thought and got back to reading.