26

You fire off a text to the S Klub after your first class of the morning wishing them a happy Valentine's day and offering cookies and get a variety of reactions, most of which seem like the girls drank a little too much. You find your way over to their hallway not too long after with coffees and cookies stacked on top of each other.

Everyone ends up in Susan and Sarah's room and if not for the faint hint of guilt you see in Susan's eyes it's like you'd never left. You've seen Sarah in class and chatted a bit, of course, but the group texts had been getting fewer and farther between.

It turns out that all of the girls—minus Karen, who apparently has a boyfriend—did some pre-Single's Day drinking and managed to go a little overboard. Your new and improved Magic Hands(tm) get all of them feeling better and more awake before you start handing out treats.

You don't hold back the self-satisfied smirk when the first moans happen right after they bite in to still-warm cookies. It's nice to catch up in person, and you dispense hugs liberally. Savannah for one leans up against you for a while as she nibbles on her cookie. "You tell your girlfriend that she can bring Amy around if she needs a break. I've told her before, but maybe she'll actually do it if you say somethin' too."

"I will. Amy's doing a bit better supposedly, but hanging out couldn't hurt."

As you go to take your leave you get another round of hugs and cheek kisses. There's a wave of texts afterwards as well, and you and Crystal are invited to hang out with the girls on Wednesday.

You busy yourself with preparations for the cleansing ritual that you plan to do on Tuesday while Crystal is in her English class, but time it just right so that you're there to meet her with a dozen crimson roses and handmade bouchon when she exits. Her smile is so wide it threatens to split her face as she takes the flowers and gives you a passionate kiss.

"Did you make these?"

"Yep, it's a family recipe. So are we still on for this evening?"

The majority of Crystal's attention is on the food, but she hums in affirmation. "So how chocolaty are these?"

Your chuckle doesn't deter her from taking a bite of one and melting into your arms. "Those are dangerous."

"So can I make a request for what you wear this evening?"

This hum is blissed-out, "Sure."

"I suggest bare legs, it'll help with your other gift."

That piques her interest, but you arrive at her other class and she doesn't get a chance to follow up.

Your final class of the day is Cape 101, and you expected perhaps a bit of attitude from Vicky, but instead she's a somewhat-morose lump with a leaky aura. You lean over to Crystal to get the scoop, and it turns out that Dean was being a thoughtful guy and had candy for all of the girls that orbited Vicky at lunch and Vicky ended up making a snarky comment that got a disappointed look from her boyfriend.

"Is Dean actually mad or is she overreacting?"

The flat look from your girlfriend explains everything. Still, you're kind of a gentleman as well, so before class ends you surreptitiously transfigure a rose and box up some of the spare cookies you kept.

Vicky slowly packs up as class lets out, so you have plenty of time to crouch down next to her desk. "Victoria," her head shrinks into her shoulders and you reconsider. "Vicky…"

Looking up at you she blinks when you hand her the flower and food. "Happy Valentine's Day."

Glory Girl makes a little wounded sound and you shift to touching her force field over her shoulder. "Are you okay?"

Crystal swoops in and you hear the same story from Vicky's perspective. She knows she overreacted, but she can't see that she's overreacting now either. Finally you sit on the desk and look at the cousins. "Look, all you need to do is apologize sincerely, and when he goes to open his mouth jam a cookie in it."

Vicky laughs and hurries to cover her own mouth before she sprays crumbs out. "I don't think that'll work."

"I'm a guy, Dean's a guy. It'll work out fine."

This time you both get a hug from the Dallon girl before she flies off. Crystal leans into you. "Thank you for being so nice about it."

"She's gotten a lot better about her aura. That was always my main complaint about her. Other than that I hope she and Dean smooth things over." You kiss the side of her head and nudge her with your hip. "I'll change and meet you at your room in a bit?"

Crystal pivots into the sky, kisses you and flits off, which is a good enough answer.

Dinner is a nice little place that Neil apparently suggested. It has decent privacy that you improve with a muffliato. Crystal's in a little black dress with some middling-height heels that put her up with you although you've caught her using her flight once or twice to keep from stumbling.

"I would have suggested cooking dinner, but at least this way PHO won't think that I'm only dating you to have my wicked way with you."

She rolls her eyes. "Those people, god they're irritating. I think the latest is that you're corrupting me for…. some reason? I think my eyes glazed over when I tried to read the post."

Conversation stays light for a while before she stops in the middle of a comment. "Oh! Amy said she'd gone through all of the pictures and videos and things. She picked out a number of nice shots and made some animated gifs and video clips for you." Taking a sip of her drink she points a finger. "However, she probably made captions. Watch out for those, they are like weird internet memes you have to be six layers deep in PHO to understand. There's a reason I've banned her from making captions and memes with pictures of me, she has the weirdest sense of humor."

"Maybe I'll let her loose on my thread. I guess I'll—well, Warlock—will text her tomorrow or Wednesday and set something up?"

"She'd love something to do other than healing and homework I'm sure. Maybe you could even give her some of your cookies."

"Dear, Warlock doesn't bake, I do."

"Ooh, crap, right. Uh, get her something for a late Valentine's present?"

"I'll try to work something out. In the meantime I have more cookies at home that can go to her, but only if you promise to actually give them to her. Like, I'll totally check up on you." You smirk at her crossed arms and overblown pout, "That doesn't work on me at all. I'll call your mother and ask."

"Don't you dare!" she laughs.

Back at your apartment, you bow Crystal through the door and she turns back to you with her skirt swirling around her legs. "So do I finally get this thing you were going to give me?"

"I'm pretty sure I said next week because you're a fun-ruiner." You laugh at her pout and point behind her. "Go take those heels off and sit on the bed."

A few moments later you settle across from her with a small box and try to coax her feet into your lap. Over her objections of them 'being stinky', you hit them with a cleaning charm that apparently tickles and manage to corral them.

"So spoiler alert, I enchanted something for you." Your gentle smile gets a bit of a blush on the bridge of her nose and you take the time to pop open the jewelry box, "It's a charm anklet, so that it won't get in the way when you wear your costume."

Taking the gold chain out you fasten it around her right leg and lift it up to point to the charms. "The tiara gives you a shield like the necklaces to protect your pretty face, the arrows shield your beautiful mind, and the heart keeps you from being sick, so I can teleport you around more often." You lean forward a bit and kiss her ankle where the fine gold chain sits. "Each of the charms can be detached if you want to, or to give them to someone else. The chain itself will resize and can't be used to bind you, and only you or I can remove it." You think of your study plans for the week. "I already have ideas about adding to it with more soon."

Crystal's blue eyes are suspiciously shiny. "Oh, James…" she pulls her leg closer to look at the charms and her skirt pools around her waist showing you some very skimpy and sexy panties. You start getting hard immediately, your length pressing again her left foot. She flexes it against you and breaks off her examination to rub her sole against the straining fabric experimentally. "Are you getting hard from my feet?"

You cough into your hand and point to her panties. "Not originally, but I am now."

Both of you are looking into the other's eyes as your blonde lover extends her other leg and you turn your head just enough to kiss her ankle again. She pulls it back and has it join in on the stroking. "Get—" she licks her lips as her flush extends down to her collarbones. "Get your cock out, James."

You pop the button and zipper on your slacks and fish yourself out of your confining pants. Crystal's eyes finally leave yours as she carefully positions the soles of her feet on either side of your dick and starts stroking slowly. "Do you have lube?"

A muttered spell conjures plenty on both your shaft and her feet and she immediately resumes her slow slide. "God, your cock's so hot. Does it feel good?"

You bark out a startled laugh. "Yeah, actually." She traps the head in the web between her big and second toe and strokes faster with her free foot. "Holy shit!"

Now your girlfriend's eyes are wide in interest as she starts to experiment—she tickles your balls with her slick toes, and creates a constant stroking as she switches feet back and forth.

Crystal has an amazed look as she settles on trapping your cock, her left foot along the underside and the soft sole of her right stroking you from base to head. "I hadn't ever thought about doing this before." With her ability to fly she's perfectly positioned to use both feet with no balance problems and really starts taking advantage.

You never really considered footjobs as a thing, but this is honestly pretty hot, especially how Crystal is getting in to experimenting. "But you're not getting much out of it," you breathe. You push some magic into your shaft and her reaction is immediate.

Her toes flex, the bottom ones tickling your balls and one hand flies down to her panties. "Fuck, that feels… it's like a direct line to my pussy." Her fingers drift up to the waistband of her panties.

"Crystal!" you snap, giving her a sharp smile. "No touching yourself."

"But!"

"No, only the magic I'm channeling and what you're doing to me."

Biting her lip she slowly pulls her hands back. "Really?"

You pump a bit more magic and flex your hips. "Really. Are you gonna be able to make me cum? If I don't, you don't." you ask tauntingly.

Her strokes come faster and smoother now and there's a light shining in her eyes at the challenge. "I am."

You raise an eyebrow at her and she tickles your balls again.

"In fact…" She pitches her voice down to something more sultry. "James, you're gonna cum for me, you're gonna cum all over my feet. If you do I'll—I'll lick your cum off my own toes. And then you're gonna bend me over this bed and fuck me until I can't do anything but moan your name.

"But none of that's gonna happen until you cum for me." Her breathing is ragged as she continues, "Cum on my feet, baby."

You push gently into Crystal's mind and while she's enjoying the foot play a bit, she's really getting off on the realization that you are allowing and encouraging experimentation in bed. There's a litany of past boyfriends playing in the back of her head and how she never felt comfortable trying anything because they'd leak things to the press. You, though, she thinks she can trust. Maybe even in time… she doesn't think the word, but the feelings are there.

You're hardly the kind of person to deny her some harmless experimentation, and this new kink doesn't feel bad, so you increase the charge in your cock and focus her attention back on what she's doing. She's on the ragged edge of cumming herself and desperately speeds up even more. "James, I want it, cum for me, please."

The desire in her voice is what tips you over the edge. Throwing your head back you groan and cum, the upwelling of magic dragging Crystal along with you.

A moment later when you've recovered you look down and Crystal is flat on her back on the bed, thick lines of your white cum leading from her feet all the way over the top of her cleavage where it disappears from sight. Her feet are lazily stroking the sides of your cock and there's giggling coming from the other end of the bed.

"Crys?"

"Oh my god, James!" she gets out between giggles, "what the hell!" Floating herself to a sitting position her face is plastered in your jizz, including a shot right in the middle of her forehead. "How in the fuck did you shoot this far and still manage to hit me?"

You clap a hand over your mouth to try and keep your own laugh under control and look away. "Come on now, I'm not the one who was aiming."

With smiling eyes your girlfriend takes her foot and brings it in to her face and licks your cum off as you watch. You hadn't gone soft thanks to your magical tricks, but her keeping her word gives you a little extra surge that sends your cock bobbing.

Crystal gives an exaggerated swallow and a sunny smile before she floats closer. "Okay, now can you clean me up?"

"How about I do you one better?" You give a little chuckle as you just render the both of you clean and naked with a wave.

Settling backwards in your lap she turns and you kiss hungrily as she grinds against you. Instead of continuing the nude lap dance though, you lift her up and pull her back, letting your cock rest long and hard against her belly as you wrap her in your arms."I think you asked for something."

She gives a little shiver and a smile. "Uh-huh."

You take one of her hands and slide it down to your dick. "You want this all the way inside you?" When she gives a breathy gasp of agreement you continue, "You think you can take it?"

Crystal half-turns in your lap and looks at you with wild eyes and a flush that's made it down to her nipples. "After I saw your cock for the first time I didn't just make sure that Amy made it so I couldn't get pregnant, I had her change me so I could take your cock balls deep every time without hurting."

Fuck, that was what you scryed the end of last week. You've awakened a ravenous monster. Hitting her with a featherlight charm you surge to your knees and position yourself behind her before she can blink. She barely has time to gasp before you've lubed both her and your cock. "I'm gonna fuck you so sweet and tender~" you croon.

Bucking back, you're pretty sure she engages her flight to try and push back harder. "Don't you fucking dare, Jaaaa—!"

You give an extra little twitch of your hips from where you've hilted yourself in her, doing your best to grind an extra centimeter or so deeper. The only thing that looks like it's holding her upright are her hands fisted and trembling in the sheets. Placing your own hand in the small of her back you take your time withdrawing and keeping her from trying to force you back inside before thrusting back in and this time her arms go out from under her, leaving her back arched as she moans into the sheets. A third hip-shaking thrust leads to her grinding her hips back on you and sighing 'Ohgodyes'. At that point it's open season as you jackhammer your blond lover as hard and as fast as you can.

Without using any magic you angle your thrusts using her cries as a guide and in just a few minutes she's turned into a shaking mess on the edge of orgasm. With a swat to her ass Crystal locks up and shakes, singing her pleasure into the mattress. You content yourself with stroking her back and grinding little circles until she recovers her breath. "Crystal?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm gonna use magic this time."

She jerks in surprise. "Wait, you weren't?"

Charging your hands and cock you give her a nice, smooth stroke and her legs collapse as she gets cut off again. You end up looming over her, able to dip your head down and murmur in her ear. "Not a bit."

You can't stroke her as fully as you could before, but between the magic and rubbing the length of your cock against the front of her channel Crystal descends into a wailing, giggling mess. You pepper her shoulders with kisses as she murmurs your name over and over, kicking her feet back to try and trap you inside her.

After two more orgasms she reaches behind herself and manages to hook your head enough to drag you in to a sloppy sideways kiss. When she pulls back you feel her hot breath as she pants. "Baby, I need you to cum for me," she nips at your chin and tries to clear her hair from in front of her face, "James, I'm gonna die if you don't cum inside me, fill me up, fuck!"

You'd been using your mind magics to hold back, and as soon as you relax your hold on yourself you give her exactly what she asked for, shooting thick ropes into her clenching channel.

Swirling your magic down into your balls they swell with seed again and your next blast feels like a lightning bolt up your spine and leaves your cock like a bolt.

Crystal jerks her head up and almost hits you in the mouth. She manages a "Jesus fuck!" before her eyes roll back and she flops bonelessly beneath you.

Rolling both of you over to the side and spooning her slightly-shorter body you check her over and find her stretched, sore, and unconscious, but otherwise fine. You switch to stroking her side as you cuddle her to you.

She wakes up not too long after, but takes a couple of minutes before she manages to speak. "What in the living fuck was that?"

"I, uh, concentrated my magic like I do with my hands or my dick, but on my balls instead. Had no idea it'd do that."

Crystal rolls over and looks you right in the eyes. "It felt like you tased me except with pleasure. Right in the vagina. Seriously, warn a girl." Shifting her hips a bit she frowns. "Also I think you came like a gallon inside me."

You chuckle. "I won't do it again, and I'm sure it wasn't a gallon, but it did seem to replenish the supply."

"Oh, we're gonna do it again sometime, but like under more controlled circumstances." Her eyes get a gleam, "Like, sexy science experiments…"

Kissing her nose you pull her closer. "Will you wear just a labcoat? And maybe some glasses with your hair in a bun?"

There's a smile in her voice as she does a bit of snuggling in herself. "But what about the thigh-highs I wanna wear too?" She pauses and then leans back enough to look up at you when your cock twitches. "How are you still hard?"

You're sure your smile is a bit rueful. "Magic. I was using it when we both came, so it kept me hard. Don't worry, I'll tuck it away and we can relax."

That gets you a scowl and she rolls he two of you over so she's straddling you and narrows her eyes. "Nah. Let's take this to the shower and you can wash my hair with those magic hands and let me fly up and down you, but no magic dick." She lifts off of you and touches down off the side of the bed, almost collapsing as her knees go to jelly.

"Let me heal you first."

"Eh, alright a little bit, but not completely." She turns with a calculating look. "Warlock and Panacea can heal, but James can't, and people are going to know that I came home with you." The look turns mischievous, "So if I don't walk funny tomorrow they'll be suspicious, but if I do then they'll just think you're good in bed. I mean, they'll have no idea how good, but still."

You get up and scoop her into your arms. "You're a flatterer, but keep stroking my ego."

She floats away from you and turns to flick a foot along your cock. "Stroke, stroke!" she calls before blurring into the bathroom.

Laughing, you give chase.