Magic Academy: Nymphomancy

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Life is great.

That was what ran through my head on repeat as I exited Westwood Hall. It was a beautiful Tuesday evening, with the snow coming down in just a light sprinkle, softening the campus.

Life is so great.

The embargo had been lifted.

It had begun yesterday. The timidity and averted gazes had given way to open smiles and cheerful greetings. I was shocked that so many people actually knew my name, including those who I honestly hardly recognized.

Of course, it must have been Sadie's work. Another request to her supreme overlord Brooke, this time to drop the stupid rule that she herself had created.

While I appreciated the reversal, I wasn't ready to forgive her so quickly. It counted for something that she hadn't immediately reached out afterward - but as far as I was concerned, she'd made her own bed. Now she had to lie in it.

Speaking of beds (and lying in them), part of the reason why I wasn't really missing Sadie was Emma and I had gone at it twice again since Friday. Eugenehadfound out about it - I mean the mattress wasnotgonna dry that night, realistically - but I had managed to bribe him out of the room on both Saturday and Sunday night with many promises. He wanted to hear all about it, he wanted me to get him extra desserts in the dining hall, he wanted my fidget spinner, and, of course, he wanted me to return the favor and clear out for him whenever he would require it.

Okay first of all, it's 2025. Who actually uses fidget spinners anymore? I totally forgot I even had that thing collecting dust on the windowsill. Of course he could have it.

Secondly, I don't think my good friend will be able to cash in that last favor anytime soon. But I applaud him for not giving up hope.

With Emma, we just had a natural sexual chemistry together. Her bubbly, playful nature led to a lot of fun and wet times together. I had purchased extra towels at the campus store in a futile attempt to prevent future waterpark apocalypse scenarios, but surprisingly, they did actually work. This was because I found out that while Emma was a squirter during orgasm regardless, she actuallydidhave a good degree of control over it under normal circumstances - it's just that our first hookup wasn't that. Apparently, it was due to her having swallowed my cum, which Water mages can ostensibly use for many purposes, one of which was entering a supercharged sexual state, and others including... well I'm not sure because Emma turned bright pink again at that point and promised me further details at a later time.

There was another interesting fact I'd discovered about Water magic. The morning after I'd been forced to sleep on a soaking-wet bed, a thought popped into my head:Wait a second... why didn't Emma just dry this with magic?This concept, she'd been happy to explain. Essentially, drying large soaked objects with Water magic is more advanced than it sounds. When an object is wet, water molecules slip into the tiny gaps between the material's own molecules. Drying it out would be a precise cast requiring a great deal of molecular control. It's certainly doable for a fifth-year Water mage to, say, dry out their clothes after a swim - but with something as large as a mattress, the complex layers of fabric, padding, and springs all act as interference, diluting the power of the spell. In short, it was still beyond Emma's capabilities.

So anyways, where exactly was I headed on this wonderful snowy Tuesday?

Well, it began at lunch.

Usually, on Tuesdays, I would sit alone in the corner reading something since Eugene, Logan, and Bailey were all still stuck in class. No doomscrolling or watching videos here, since modern technology was banned on campus. But today I was sitting with two Fire mages, both from my Arcanometrics section. It was cool that Rafael and Zane, who I had already been making small talk with in class, invited me to grab lunch with them after.

We shot the shit like normal dudes and all got to know each other a little better. I found out Rafael was a college basketball fan, and he was kinda shocked to learn that I was too. Like, visibly taken aback.

He'd just assumed - well, I don't know exactly what he'd assumed. That Life mages always spent all their free time nerding out, I guess (okay yes, I do that too, but just let me make my point in peace, please). It did really make me realize that it was almost like nobody had ever bothered to actually find out who the Life mages were as individuals. Everyone just slapped their own assumptions onto us based on stereotypes and called it a day. And then it made me wonder: how true were the prevailing stereotypes of the other magic schools? Rafael and Zane sure were rather calm and easygoing as Fire mages. So were Lightning mages really all hyperactive balls of endless energy? Were Psychic mages really all into that crazy, kinky BDSM mind control stuff?

I resolved then and there that I'd let people surprise me before I let stereotypes define them. But I also did want to find out if they were actually true.

Especially the last one.

Near the end of lunch, Rafael stopped mid-sentence and looked behind me, then he and Zane shot each other a delighted, knowing look. Before I could ask what was going on, I got a tap on my shoulder and turned around.

It was a girl from Arcanometrics named Bridget. She was a blonde, long-legged Spirit mage. I looked up at her -reallyfar up, not just because I was seated but because she wastall. Bridget was one of the tallest girls in our grade at six-feet even and she put it to good use on the volleyball and basketball teams.

"Hey. Corin, right?"

"Yeah, hey. That's me."

"So I hear you have some special abilities. Care to share?"

Wow. Straight to the point. No time for pleasantries, I guess.

"Well," I chuckled, "when you put it that way..."

"We should hang out tonight. Why don't you..." Bridget ripped off a piece of paper from a notebook and scribbled on it. "...come to Solace Hall tonight at 8. Sign yourself in."

She handed me the slip of paper which had her room number on it. Then she gave me a single pat on the back. "See you there." She started walking away.

"Oh! Yeah. Yeah, I'll see ya."

"Bye Bridget!" Zane called out.

Bridget turned her head a little with a smirk. "ByeZane."

I turned back around to find Rafael and Zane looking at me like I was the first caveman to discover fire.

"That's fucking incredible," Rafael said, shaking his head.

"Dude. You might behim. What the hell..." Zane added.

"If I could go back in time, I'd be praying for Life instead of Fire, I swear to God," Rafael said, leaning back.

"And Bridget? She's a total smokeshow," Zane remarked.

Rafael grinned. "Yeah, Zane's been tryna get in her panties for a while now, haven't you buddy?"

"Okay hold up 'cause-" Zane held up a finger, "Y'all saw that, right? She knew my name. Iswearshe smiled at me. I'm next up to climb that tree, I'm telling you." He pointed at me. "Dude, you gotta put in a good word for me."

"Yeah, help hook a brother up, man," Rafael joined in with a laugh. "In fact, any girl you're tired of. If they get mad at you for hitting and quitting that, tell them you know twoperfectgentlemen who'll treat her right."

"Okaaay, chill, chill," I chuckled. "I'll see what I can do, Zane. No promises though. Maybe I'll just keep her for myself."

"Oh the greed!"

All in all, it was one of the best Tuesday lunches I could remember in a long, long time.

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That had been almost exactly eight hours ago.

Solace Hall was tucked off the main path, but near the central area of the Grand Hall. I realized that Solace Hall was just a normal building, much like Westwood Hall. I had passed it many times and never knew it was a dorm - I thought it was just a random academic building. I wondered who had determined which schools of magic got cool, unique dorms like the Penumbra and the Aquaspire.

I signed myself in at the front desk, headed up to the second floor, and found her room. I knocked.

"It's open!" came Bridget's voice from inside.

I turned the handle and stepped in.

The problems started almost immediately.

Bridget was facing away from me, hanging up some laundry in her closet. I gulped and felt my dick stir as I took in the fact that she was in just underwear.

Wow, those legs... that ass...

Bridget stopped and turned around. She motioned for me to shut the door, then took a seat on her bed.

"So," she began, "how does this work exactly? With the Nymphomancy? We have sex and then I get a power boost? How long does that last? And the sex is supposed to begood, right?"

I sat down next to her, suddenly nervous. "Well, theoretically yes. But I'll be upfront with you, the bond isn't guaranteed to activate. I'm close to figuring it out, but I'm not sure if it's fully cracked yet."

Bridget's expression, which had been neutral-to-expectant, cooled noticeably. "Wait. What? So it might not work?"

"I mean, itmight. I've been making progress. Listen though, I don't know if a power boost will last until tomorrow though. What are you hoping to use it for?"

"Oh yeah. Got a basketball game tomorrow. Against some Boston school that's pretty good. A boost would be nice."

Now it was my turn to be confused.

"Wait, I thought you couldn't use magic during non-Crown sports? How does the sorcerer referee not detect that?"

Bridget rolled her eyes. "Sometimes, I'll rub just a tiny bit ofFatigueon whoever I'm boxing out for a rebound. Contact spells with no range are very hard to detect when it's a small amount. Also the magic ref is always more focused on whoever has the ball."

Wow. You know, maybe the hate from the other schools in the New England Prep Leaguewasvalid.

Bridget noticed my reaction, or lack thereof. "Listen, it's really not that big of a deal. I've still lost rebounds before to people who I do this to. It's basketball, okay? I don't expect you to understand, but it's a sport where plenty of people try to foul when the ref isn't looking, and this is barely any different. Now are we going to have sex or not?"

My opinion on Bridget may have been lowered, but my opinion on her body was decidedly not. I sighed. "Yes, if you're down. Again, I can't promise the Nymphomancy will kick in this time though."

"I mean," she said, flatly, "you're already here, right? Might as well I guess..."

I guess

When Sadie had received this same news, she'd been disappointed, sure, but had shrugged it off and stayed enthusiastic. When Emma had learned, she didn't care one bit.

Bridget, on the other hand... this was off to a rocky start.

But hey, I was able to make Sadie and Emmaverysatisfied at the end of the day. And I was confident I could do so with Bridget, too.

I moved in and reached around her to unhook her bra. Her breasts bounced free, and I ran my hands over them. They were medium-sized and nicely shaped. Then, I dipped my fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them off as she raised her legs to help. Her pussy stared back at me invitingly - she wasn't shaved, but I didn't care. I began to lower my head and-

"Uh, look," Bridget interrupted, "maybe some other time. Let's just get to fucking."

"Oh.Uh, you sure? It helps get things... going..."

"I'll be fine."

"Okay, but... will you be wet enough?"

She gave me a flat look. "Um. Yeah. I doubt you'll have trouble."

Feeling less sure on how to proceed by the second, I decided to just give her what she wanted - fortunately that lined up with at least one thingIwanted - and stripped out of my jeans and boxers. My cock, still full of hope, sprang free.

Bridget pursed her lips as she appraised it. "Ah. Hm." She reached over to her nightstand and tossed a small bottle to me. It was lube. "On second thought, use some of that."

Then, without another word, she turned over. She arched her back slightly - sure, she could've put a bit more effort into it - and presented me with her admittedly magnificent, toned ass. Things may not have been going perfectly, but I wasn't going to turn downthatinvitation. I squirted a cold dollop of lube into my hand and smeared it over my cock.

I positioned myself behind her and pushed inside without further ceremony. Despite the odd atmosphere, her tunnel was tight and satisfying, and she welcomed my cock with a grunt.

I began to thrust slowly. Bridget's body was still, her back rigid and straight. For a few minutes, the only sounds were the smack of my pelvis against her cheeks. Desperately, I changed the angle, driving deeper. Occasionally, she'd respond to my efforts with grunts. It wassomething, I guess. I latched onto it and thrust with a harder, faster rhythm. A minute later, I was rewarded with a single, small, breathy, "ah..."

Woah, way to go Corin! Five whole minutes of fucking and your moan counter is at... one. Great job.

Her hips did eventually decide to stop doing the mannequin challenge and rocked back to meet some of my thrusts, though completely off-rhythm. I worked hard, trying to pump more of those scarce sounds of pleasure out of her. My orgasm started to build despite the severe lack of enthusiasm and chemistry filling the air, simply just a natural physical response to pounding a tight hole for the requisite amount of time. I felt my base begin to tighten.

"Pull out."

I yanked myself out of her depths just as my climax hit me. I grunted as I unloaded on her ass.

Bridget grabbed a towel from the dresser under her bed and wiped herself off. She pulled on her clothes and walked over to her door.

"Well," she said detachedly, "let me know once youactuallyfigure this shit out."

I scrambled to pull my own clothes back on. Bridget opened the door and held it, waiting for me to leave. I muttered a humiliated "see ya" as I scurried out into the hallway.

The walk back to Westwood Hall was a cold one. My brain tried to fix my bruised ego.What a bitch,I thought, kicking up a patch of snow.Whatever. I got my nut.

It didn't work. I couldn't fool myself with this crude posturing. I just felt deflated. It was the first time I had a sexual encounter that didn't go well. An unfamiliar sour feeling filled my chest. I realized it was shame.

Shame of having been weighed and measured and found wanting.

When I got back to my dorm, I lay back on my bed and stared at the ceiling for a long time.

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The following afternoon, in Arcanometrics, Bridget actively avoided looking at me when I walked in. Even worse, a factor that I had not taken into consideration, her friends - the same ones who had been tossing me glances and little smiles just like everyone else - now only spared me wry looks ranging from condescending pity to mocking amusement, if anything at all.

I spent the rest of the class not paying any attention, thinking.

Sadie's words from our fight echoed back to me:You're literally mad because you want to go around fucking every girl who glances your way. Corin, you're just horny with a God complex.

Was she right about this part? The rush of female attention, after years of being invisible... I'd been so drunk on the novelty of being wanted that I hadn't stopped to think about what would happen when the product didn't match the advertising. Sadie and Emma, could they have been exceptions, not the rule?

I considered all the facts. Emma did explicitly say she thought I was attractive. But the number of girls interested in having sex with me due to Nymphomancy obviously outweighed those that also found me attractive as well. But by how much? And I had found sexual success with both Sadie and Emma, managing to consistently get both of them off, but not Bridget. Was this close to the true ratio of girls that I could satisfy sexually, about 2 to 1? No, the sample size was too small to draw conclusions.

And a big problem loomed on the horizon. Girls talked.Bridgettalked. Maybe most would not be malicious in their intent, but their friends would ask how it went, and they'd tell the truth. And those friends would tell their friends. Could I really be confident that I could pick the right girls who would want to fuck me regardless of Nymphomancy and then also be able to be satisfied by me in bed than the opposite? If I couldn't, my surging reputation would come crashing back down for sure.

By the time class ended, I had made a decision. Random hookups had to be on pause. At least until I had truly figured out the inner workings of Nymphomancy. Going around disappointing girls was worse than not sleeping with them at all. At least with the latter, the mystique stayed intact. Sadie had made one acceptable point. My ego had gotten big, and I had gotten greedy. Besides, I had my arrangement with Emma, and that was enough.

Speaking of whom... I unfurled the small Smail parchment she had sent me that morning:Hey Rin! Want to come see the Aquaspire today after classes? I promised you a tour!

I smiled. Hanging out with Emma, now that should cheer me right up.

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The Everlake sat in a shallow valley on the eastern side of campus. It was bordered on the north by the Syldan Forest, the stomping grounds of the Nature mages. You might expect the feature lake of a magic academy to be very enchanted in some way, however, at first glance, you would not notice anything entirely extraordinary about the Everlake.

But upon closer inspection, you would note at least two signs that this large lake may be special. First, the water was impossibly blue and clear. It looked just like a stock image, an edited one at that. Second, despite the snowfall and temperatures well below thirty-two degrees Fahrenheit, the Everlake remained fluid. Snow gathered along its banks and dusted the surrounding grass, but faint wisps of mist rose where you might expect ice to form.

And rising from the middle of it all, like a splinter of frozen sky, was the Aquaspire.

I'd seen it from this distance plenty of times. This was a nice place to go for a walk. The tower was a slender needle of aquamarine that rose a hundred-plus feet into the air. It caught the afternoon sun and scattered it into blue-green refractions that danced across the water. Above the lake, the tower of crystal was solid, and there was no interior. But there was more beneath the ripples, and that's where the housing for the Water mages lay.

"Pretty, right?" Emma was at my side, bundled up in her puffer and beanie. "Wait til you see the inside."

"How do we get there? Swim?" I eyed the frigid water skeptically.

Emma laughed. "Oh no. Like this..." She held out her right hand down toward the lake's surface, fingers splayed, and then slowly closed them - pinching the air like she was grabbing something. Ice rose up to create a path across the water, stretching out toward the tower. "After you," she said with a little bow.

"Ah, neat." I said, stepping carefully onto the ice. It was as solid as rock. "So non-Water mages can't get in by themselves?"