07:23 Mar 27 2014
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"Manspell" by Shelley Palmer
Vincent Maguire was a hot, powerful warlock, who taught at Witch School. Fanny and her two friends - not to mention the entire class - lusted after him. He promised 'extra tuition' to Fanny but despite this and other promises, he proved to be rather elusive, which led to Fanny and her two witch friends concocting a rather special spell. A spell to create a man even hotter than Vincent! But first they had to find a cat...
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This excerpt comes from Chapter 8 and takes place in the Witch School created by Vincent Maguire…
‘Hallo ladies,’ said Vincent. His soft voice sending immediate shivers down thirteen spines.
‘Hallo,’ they chorused back.
‘In today’s lesson we will concentrate on spells.’
Fanny raised her hand. ‘So soon? Are we ready for this yet? I thought we had to learn the basics.’
‘Most of you know the basics, and yet even if you don’t…’ drawled Vincent, ‘…I feel that you are all ready to go further.’
‘Well, I’m ready to go further,’ smiled Fanny.
The other trainee witches stared at her. The message couldn’t have been more obvious.
Then Violet Simms, sitting next to Fanny piped up. ‘I’m ready to go further too. In fact all the way.’
There was a huge gasp as the class waited for Vincent’s reaction, which came with his usual aplomb.
‘Of course my dear,’ he replied as if Violet had just suggested tea and biscuits. ‘I know that you have something very special to offer.’
It was too much. Just too much. The class were mainly astounded. But Fanny was angry. It was noticed by those sitting close to her that her eyes suddenly held a dull red glow. She turned to Violet and said loudly, ‘I can’t believe you are throwing yourself at our teacher in such a blatant way.’
‘Me?’ said Violet. ‘What about you?’
Vincent appeared to be enjoying the exchange. ‘Ladies, ladies…’ he protested feebly. But he did not move or attempt to curtail the ‘altercation’.
‘Do you really think you are attractive to him?’ Fanny was not about to hold back.
‘Do you really think you are with that huge arse? Did you really think a little jacket would hide it?’
Fanny’s eyes glowed redder. The gloves were off. She went to grab hold of Violet’s hair but before she could do so, a huge tuft of it caught fire.
In an instant Vincent was beside them with a glass of water, which he threw over Violet’s head, at which Fanny laughed. Big mistake.
Violet muttered under her breath, ‘In the name of Ahriman I deal you this blow. Take my anger thus…’ She waved just one finger towards Fanny and Fanny felt a blow as strong as if a horse had kicked her. She was flung from her seat, across the other desks to the far side of the classroom.
Vincent went over the help Fanny to her feet. ‘Sorry,’ he said, ‘I didn’t realise how forceful the result would be.’
Fanny got up and looked Vincent straight in his penis eye.* ‘You knew?’ she accused. ‘You knew this would happen?’
Vincent ignored the question. ‘Are you hurt?’ He looked quite vexed.
‘Only my pride,’ she said. The whole class had witnessed in no uncertain terms her obvious attempt to seduce Vincent and her extreme jealousy when Violet had declared a similar intention. Fanny returned to her seat, ignoring Violet and tried to act as if nothing had happened. She suddenly had no wish to continue the fight. She had been made a fool of enough for one day. Violet seemed to be thinking the same thing.
‘Lesson three,’ announced Vincent. ‘Spells fired by emotion have more power. We have just witnessed two spontaneous spells to demonstrate the fact.’
Fanny muttered, ‘You did know this would happen.’
If Vincent heard Fanny he was not letting on. ‘When Violet’s hair caught fire, it was an example of a non-verbal spell, powered by ocular force. Our vital forces can extrude from any form of orifice…’
At this point there was a general titter at the obvious sexual reference.
‘…any form of orifice when there is the power of emotion pushing it forward,’ continued Vincent. ‘Whereas Violent,’ he smiled, ‘I mean Violet achieved power through subconscious access to knowledge from a previous life as a witch. She was probably not a white witch judging by the name she invoked…’
Violet looked dazed. ‘I don’t know what came over me,’ she said looking at Fanny.
Fanny did. Vincent had bewitched them both to the point where lust had taken a real grip on them. The resulting ‘scrap’ had been perfect to demonstrate lesson three.
He was bad, real bad and she liked that a lot but it was almost as if she didn’t want to admit it to herself. The jealousy rising within her was so potent, it felt as if it were strangling her. She badly wanted to say something to Vincent and considered staying behind to express her feelings. She wanted to say how much she was attracted to him, how much she wanted him, in short to spell out her intentions in no uncertain words. Also, surprisingly, she found herself feeling emotionally overwhelmed, almost as if she wanted to cry. How was it possible for her to experience such intense feelings for a man she barely knew? She studied his face as he continued to speak; she had never seen anyone who she had found as attractive. It was painful this feeling inside her of wanting him and it wasn’t just physical desire, she could feel much more.
He was speaking to them now about a certain chapter they had to study in the books he had placed on their desks. What books? Fanny looked on her desk and at the other desks, all of which had a thick, leather-bound book in the centre of each. Like robots they found themselves leafing through the books until they came upon the chapter Vincent had mentioned. And then in unison they all bent their heads to read.
A hush descended.
An abnormal intensity of energy filled the classroom and wrapped around each of the pupils. Each one of them was transfixed, absorbed in the lesson they were learning and they did not look up, or speak including Fanny. She hadn’t a clue what she was reading, only that she was reading. Her body couldn’t move and her mind felt as if it was caught in a certain space that it had never reached before. However, like the rest of the class, she continued to read, but was suddenly aware that Vincent was walking around the classroom observing them and that he had changed out of his bright clothes and was now wearing all black with one of his black and silver cloaks fastened round his shoulders. She could feel sexual vibes from him that reached into her. They began to increase. My God she wanted him. The deep sexual ache inside her was beginning to consume her. She couldn’t read any more but neither could she lift her head and look at Vincent properly. The aching, the wanting, it was too much, it was overpowering.
Vincent stopped walking as he reached Fanny’s desk and stood behind her, saying nothing, but placing a hand on her shoulder. Immediately a trickle of something powerfully sexual zizzed down into her stomach and then into her vagina. The resulting contractions made her gasp and she let out a low moan as sexual release followed in an intensely prolonged orgasm. Good God, Fanny hoped nobody could hear her strong breathing and more tiny moans that followed. She closed her eyes and Vincent released his hand from her shoulder. She wished she could see his face. Did he know what had happened to her? Of course he bloody knew. Her body and her head were still unable to move and the entire class seemed to have frozen in the same positions.
Vincent then moved to walk past her desk and as he did so, he took Fanny’s right hand and wrapped his own hand around it, warm and intimate. Almost more intimate in a way than what had just happened. It was a brief gesture that seemed to say a lot. Fanny felt as if Vincent was expressing the fact that he wanted her as much as she wanted him but was this just wishful thinking on her part? She certainly couldn’t read his mind.
And then Vincent walked back to the front of the class and clicked his fingers. Immediately the class came to life.
He said with the faintest of smiles, ‘Did you all enjoy that chapter?’
Fanny said in a low voice, ‘Yes very enjoyable.’
Vincent responded, ‘Yes, I thought you might all like that particular chapter, especially you Fanny.’
Violet turned and glared at Fanny. She knew something was going on between Vincent and Fanny but she didn’t quite know what. Obviously she had been put into a trance, or whatever it was, with the rest of the class. Her face, at that point, turned almost purple, which clashed somewhat with the pink and yellow blouse she was wearing. But she said nothing.
Fanny decided not to stay behind. As the class filed out, she turned, looked at Vincent and let her eyes say everything, and his intense gaze back rekindled some of the desire she had felt earlier. If a man, well warlock, could evoke such feelings by his presence and a single touch, what would happen if they ever had full-on sex?
*Note – Vincent called his left eye, his ‘penis eye’ as it held most of his libido.
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