Try your lewd magic

"Well, Master, my other magic is..." your voice trails off, unsure how to tell him about your other abilities.

"Is what?" he asks, his curiosity piqued.

"It's, uh... different," you add, trying to come up with as vague a description as possible.

"Well I want to see it then," he replies. You expected him to say that.

With another deep breath, you bring your left hand up to your right nipple and your right hand down between your legs. You had hoped you wouldn't need to do this but you don't have much choice now. You begin lightly pinching your already-erect nipple and exploring your fingers between your folds. In only a few seconds, your hand is drenched with your wetness. Your mind wanders a little, wondering if there's something in this new environment you've found yourself in that makes you so horny.

Just teasing your folds doesn't seem to be enough for your goal. The stove has only produced more weak sparks. You slide your fingers closer to your virgin entrance, rubbing up and down until your fingertip brushes against your clit as it stiffens up. The sudden jolt of pleasure makes you jump slightly and sends pink sparks all around the stove, but it doesn't quite light just yet. You decide to go all-in, moving your right hand slightly lower and slipping your middle finger into you while bringing your left hand off your breast and diving it down to your snatch. Two fingers rub over and circle around your clit as your right hand focuses on your hole itself.

There it is, you've finally let yourself get into the rhythm. You forget someone is behind you watching as you indulge yourself in pleasure. Your wetness leaks down your thighs and soaks both of your hands. All you can think about in the moment is bringing yourself to climax. And that climax is fast approaching.

You've been pleasuring yourself like this for only about a minute when your inner muscles suddenly tense up much more than before. Time almost freezes as you sit on the precipice of orgasm for but a second before the buildup releases with a torrent of your fluids all over your legs and the floor. Both burners on the stove explosively burst to life as you continue fucking yourself with your finger. Every time you brush against your clit another burst of ecstasy shoots up your spine, making your walls squeeze against your finger again. Your hips even begin to buck, working in tandem with your hands to prolong the waves of pleasure. And the waves keep coming, your body involuntarily forcing them to continue.

Eventually the sensations wane and you pull your hands free from your crotch. You throw your hands to the corners of the stove for support as you gasp for a deep breath. For a few seconds you keep leaning forward, not only catching your breath but also supporting yourself so your weak knees don't buckle. Looking down, you finally see how much of a mess you've made between your legs. The insides of your thighs are completely drenched, and there's a sizable wet spot on the floor between your feet.

You're still catching your breath when you hear slow clapping behind you. "Well bravo, that was quite the spectacle," Master finally pipes up. "By the time the water boils, you should be able to finish making tea, yes?"