The spellbook for my homework lay forgotten, pages curling like something dead on the floor. My mind barely registered it. My hand moved fast, slick and desperate, sliding over my c**k while my body trembled, back arched, breath catching in ragged gasps.
I’d been chanting the spell for hours. It had sunk into my bones, taken root in my skin. I didn’t care anymore. I just wanted release.
“f**k it,” I hissed, voice cracked and shaking. “I’ll finish the spell, and I’ll finish myself.”
The air was cold, biting against my bare skin. But my hips rose, chasing the burn inside me. My balls tightened, muscles strained, sweat slicked down my chest. I stroked faster, jaw clenched, the spell rolling off my tongue in broken syllables.
The air shifted, thickened. Something felt off.
But I didn’t st
