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Tessa Ch. 02
🕑 Added 2024-10-17 17:00:07 +0000 UTCOpening her bedroom closet, Tessa pushed all the hanging clothes to the side. A cheap collection of cloth cubes sat on the floor, meant to hold shoes, clothes, and other random knick-knacks. Raine had bought them after moving in with Tessa, who had never given a shit about keeping herself clean and tidy. Pushing the cubes aside as well, Tessa started digging through a pile of tattered shoeboxes, which contained various remnants and knick-knacks from years past.
She found old sketchbooks, filled with hundreds of pieces of half-finished art, as well as some cheap jewelry an old girlfriend had bought her. The next box held tattered fiction books meant for pre-teens, mostly generic stories about dragons, princesses, and knights.
The last box had what she was looking for. A collection of old pens, several tuning forks, and a small journal. Grabbing the last item, she sat down and opened it up. Inside, she found a series of notes regarding magic; how it worked, what runes could be used for which effects, and best practices for controlling telekinetic power. The notes were scattered and, at times, mostly illegible. Tessa had never been the best student, and her time with the Coven had been tense. The notes would never have existed at all if there hadn’t been the promise of gaining magical abilities.
Tessa spent another few minutes flipping through the book, making sure it had the information she was looking for. She was roughly halfway through her old notes when a voice appeared behind her.
“What’cha up to, Tess?” Raine asked, catching Tessa by surprise. She jumped to her feet, hiding her book behind her as she turned to face their partner.
“Raine! Hey, I, uh… I’m still looking through some of my old crap. Nothing special,” Tessa stammered.
“Uh huh. Not entirely sure I believe you… what’s behind your back?”
“It’s nothing, I promise.” Tessa’s heart was racing, nervous at how close Raine had gotten to seeing her old magic stuff. The last thing she wanted was someone to find out she was a witch, especially Raine.
Thankfully, they seemed willing to drop the subject. “Alright, I see what’s going on here, I guess I can play along. You off to classes for the day?”
Their response seemed oddly knowing, but Tessa brushed it aside, eager to change topics. “Y-yeah, you know me. Nothing I love more than studying.”
“Ha! Good one.” Raine moved closer, planting on soft kiss on Tessa’s lips, then turning to leave the room. “Well, when you’re finished pretending like you give a shit about school, don’t forget that Sydney and I will be eagerly awaiting your return tonight.”
Once Raine left, Tessa sighed in relief; that had been much too close to comfort. She grabbed her backpack and opened it up quickly. All her regular class books and folders were still inside, she’d never bothered taking them out, and she squished them together to make room for her journal. When she tried to close her backpack, the zipper got caught on a piece of paper, and she tore the piece out to force the backpack to close.
Was that a homework assignment? Eh, fuck it.
She threw her backpack over her shoulder and left the bedroom. After saying her goodbyes to Raine and Sydney, she grabbed a thick beanie and started walking towards campus.
It was nowhere near cold enough to warrant a hat, but Tessa knew she had to find the source of the magical disturbance. Since her tattoos lit up whenever she accessed her magic, she needed a way to keep them hidden while she investigated. Instead of making her way to her first class, she swung by the administrative office and picked up a pamphlet meant for new students. Inside, there was a convenient map of campus, and she needed a bird’s-eye view so she could start taking notes.
Outside, on a small bench, she pulled out a small textbook and used it as a surface to start scribbling on the pamphlet. First, she drew out the leylines. She was very familiar with them, as she checked them almost daily, and she knew how they ebbed and flowed. The next step was to try and localize the source of the disturbance.
If the disruption were manmade, then the source was likely a series of runes somewhere on campus. If the disruption were larger in scale, that would be much worse. Sure, people might be in danger, and the fabric of the planes could be at risk, but more importantly, she’d have to call in her Coven.
She had a good setup here, and the last thing she wanted was to involve herself with Coven affairs again. Ever since they’d written her off as a lost cause, she’d finally been able to shake the noose they’d kept around her neck. Being posted at Aurelius University had been intended as an insult, but it had been one of the greatest days of her life.
It was paramount that she prevent the Coven from hearing of any anomalies. The rest of her morning was spent traveling campus, walking the lengths of the leylines and taking notes about their appearance. The differences were still minor, thankfully, but that meant it was difficult to pinpoint exactly where they started.
Her investigation wasn’t helped by the need to keep it secret. Whenever students were nearby, she had to act like she wasn’t studying magical secrets. While she was pretty sure that her hat would hide her tattoos, she didn’t quite trust it enough to extensively test it. Every hour or so, classes would let out, and waves of students would trek across campus trying to reach the next stop on their scholastic journey.
By the time afternoon classes had rolled around, Tessa had one prevailing theory. The disruptions seemed to be focused on Lysander Hall, which meant she could narrow her search efforts there.
Thankfully, Lysander happened to house the campus café, so Tessa was able to grab her usual drink order. She paid quickly, doing her best to avoid small talk with the girl behind the counter, and started wandering the halls. This step of the investigation was much slower; instead of focusing on leylines, she needed to find traces of magical tampering. Her abilities to detect magic were fairly limited, unfortunately, and often required direct content with the magic in question.
She spent most of the school day searching the building. She waited for classrooms to empty so she could check desks, investigate walls brick by brick, and even snuck into a few offices to rifle though books and papers. The most infuriating part was not knowing what to look for. She needed to find magical runes, but they could manifest in countless ways. They could be formally crafted into a circle, sure, but they could also be scattered throughout the building. It would technically be possible to turn the entire Hall into a magical conduit by inscribing runes onto random objects throughout its architecture.
By the time she’d reached the basement, which she didn’t know the building had, she had started losing interest in a detailed investigation. Instead of turning over random objects, looking for any signs of magic, she was simply holding a magical charge in her body and touching everything she could. Hypothetically, if she touched something magical, her own magic would discharge.
As she wandered the basement hallway, her attention was mostly on her phone. She was scrolling through social media, looking for possible hookups she might be able to find at the next party, as she dragged her hand across the wall. When her magic activated, she almost dropped her phone in surprise.
The magic in her body had discharged as soon as she touched a wall that seemingly made up a dead end. She tucked her phone in her pocket and began probing the wall at different points, letting her magic explore it. She quickly figured out the entire wall was an illusion, which was encouraging news. At this point, all she needed to do was find a way to break into the magic.
She pulled off her beanie, giving her hair and tattoos space to breathe, and sat down on the floor. It had been years since she’d last tampered with illusions, and she needed some time to reacquaint herself with how they worked.
Illusions, like most magic, consisted of a series of magical runes and effects layered over one another. In this case, the magic was being pulled from the Dreamscape, which held the power to manifest objects which previously only existed as thoughts. While Tessa had no power over illusions herself, her telekinesis allowed her to explore those layers, to try and peel them apart and look inside. Each layer, each rune, had the potential to expose the foundation of the illusion, and if she could find that, she could gain control over its drive to manifest.
She liked to think of it as picking a lock, something her magic also made her quite good at.
As she stared at the wall, her telekinesis weaving through the magic, exploring the different runes that created the illusions, the entire structure began to light up. Each layer of the spell she exposed let her probe deeper, and she had a feeling she wouldn’t need much longer to bypass the illusion entirely.
“Tessa?”
A masculine voice behind Tessa suddenly spoke up and shattered her concentration. She’d been discovered, and panic shot through her body as she jumped to her feet to face whoever this was. Turning around, she saw Brandon, his eyes wide, his hands tucked in his pockets as he stared at her.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Tessa asked.
“I-I just saw you come down here, but you didn’t leave, and I was curious—”
Outraged, Tessa walked closer and shoved Brandon against a wall. “Are you fucking stalking me? That’s how you treat someone who turns you down?!”
“I’m not! I just… you can do magic? Magic is real?!” Brandon was stammering, clearly excited, as dozens of different emotions crossed his face. “It all makes sense now! Your tattoos, why you’re so rude all the time, you’re trying to keep this a secret!”
“I promise you, I’m rude because you’re an annoying prick who won’t take no for an answer, it has nothing to do with magic.”
“You don’t have to hide it anymore! Heck, you could even teach me how it works! I’ve always felt like something was missing in my life, and this is it!”
Before Brandon could continue blabbering, Tessa’s tattoos started glowing, and she unzipped her bag. From inside, her black switchblade hovered out, unfolding itself before aiming its blade directly at Brandon’s neck. “Listen here you little shit. I’m not teaching you anything, this isn’t your chance to get into my pants. I’m going to make this easy for you, okay? If you ever talk about magic, or approach me again, I will not hesitate to run this blade through your throat. Do you understand me?”
As emphasis, Tessa pushed the blade against his skin, just shy of drawing blood. Brandon’s excitement quickly transformed to fear, and he nodded slowly. “I-I get it! Okay!”
Releasing her grip, Tessa stepped back, her knife continuing to hover near Brandon. “Get out of here. Now!”
Thankfully, her attempt to be intimidating worked. Brandon seemed terrified and ran from the basement without even a glance back at her. Once his footsteps had vanished from the stairwell, Tessa leaned against the wall behind her and groaned. “Fucking… God dammit. Of all the people to find out, it had to be that fucker…”
Her mood soured, and she didn’t feel like investigating the illusory wall any further. To make matters worse, when she checked her phone, she saw that she only had ten minutes before Raine and Sydney were expecting her home.
She quickly grabbed her things, zipped her bag closed, and sprinted up the stairs. Thankfully, Brandon seemed to be long gone, and she was able to get home in relative peace.
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By the time Tessa made it home, she found Raine and Sydney had already begun preparing. The lights in the living had been considerably dimmed, but also turned red to set the scene. In the middle of the floor, a large plastic tarp had been placed, with the corners weighed down by a series of candles. Of course, Sydney was also weighing down the tarp, lying naked in the middle of it. Her hands had been tied above her head; the rope looped around a couch leg to keep her from escaping.
Tessa stayed quiet as she entered, setting down her things in the entryway as she looked around for Raine. Their partner likely heard the door, as they soon appeared in the hallway. “Everything alright, Tess? You’ve been looking forward to this for weeks,” Raine whispered.
After a quick kiss, Tessa responded in a similar tone of voice. “Tiny run-in with that stalker of mine, but everything’s fine, I promise. I’m going to get changed, want to warm Sydney up for me?”
“It would be my pleasure.” With a devious smirk, Raine joined Sydney in the living room.
Tessa heard the two of them start talking as she ran off to her bedroom to change. Thankfully, she didn’t need to put on anything extravagant, just something to fit the mood. She rummaged through her lingerie drawer until she found Sydney’s favorite set; a black thong with extra straps that traveled up her waist, and a matching bra that made her tits look amazing.
She took a deep breath, doing her best to let go of everything that had happened the last few days. Ignore the shifting leylines, ignore the stalker, tonight was about Sydney.
She thought about what was about to happen, the scene they’d been planning for nearly a month now, and felt her excitement growing. She was already getting wet with anticipation, and she had the pleasure of not having to wait anymore. Just outside her room, two of her partners were just as eager to spend some quality time together.
Now in the right mindset, Tessa left her bedroom and silently joined the party.
Raine was kneeling next to Sydney, their nails slowly tracing up and down Sydney’s naked torso. They eventually found her nipples, and Sydney gasped as Raine began twisting and pinching them. As a trans woman, Sydney’s breasts were on the smaller side, but during her transition her nipples had become incredibly sensitive. She loved having them played with, and her excited gasps of pleasure indicated she was already having a blast.
When Tessa joined in, she knelt farther down next to Sydney’s legs. Using her nails just as Raine had, she traced small circles on Sydney’s exposed thighs, smirking as she watched her partner twitch. Soon, her nails were replaced with her teeth as she started biting, moving higher and higher until she’d almost reached Sydney’s sex.
“Did you already take your pills?” Tessa asked Sydney.
With the testosterone in Sydney’s system mostly gone, it was sometimes difficult for her to enjoy penetrative sex. She still had her girlcock, as she liked to call it, but even when intensely aroused it was never fully hard. The pills were just simple erectile dysfunction medication, and they made fucking considerably easier.
The trans girl nodded enthusiastically. “Just before Raine tied me down. Fuck, that feels good.”
Raine was now biting Sydney’s nipples, making her squirm even more, and Tessa happily continued escalating the event. She licked the base of Sydney’s shaft, her tongue massaging it higher and higher until Tessa reached the tip. She kissed the head of Sydney’s girlcock, then sucked it into her mouth and began bobbing her head back and forth.
Sydney was having a blast, judging by her loud moans, and this was only the foreplay. Tessa continued sucking for another minute before pulling away, at which point Raine sat up as well.
“Should we get started?” Raine asked.
“Yes, fuck, please!” Sydney was now struggling against her restraints, frustrated that the fun had briefly stopped.
“What are we thinking, rainbow? Hips to tits?” Raine was now reaching behind them, grabbing the candles and moving them closer.
“Ooh I like that!” Tessa said, grabbing a candle of her own.
Tessa and Raine, both now holding candles, leaned over Sydney and kissed. Tessa pushed her tongue into Raine’s mouth, and they responded in kind as both partners slowly made out over their squirming girlfriend. By the time they finished, Sydney was practically whining with anticipation.
Deciding to end the torture, Raine tilted their candle, slowly letting a line of bright red wax drip onto Sydney’s hip. The trans girl gasped, biting her lip as more wax continued falling onto her. Once Raine set the first candle down, a thick red stripe now stretched between Sydney’s hips.
“I’m starting to think Sydney shouldn’t be the one having all the fun. Tessa, take care of the next line, would you?”
Tessa nodded but decided to wait for Raine to get settled before she started. Raine leaned forward, placing their hands on Sydney’s tits for support as they straddled her. Once they’d gotten comfortable, they reached underneath themselves and positioned their cunt over Sydney’s girlcock, then sank down until Sydney’s was balls deep in them.
“Fuuuuck, Raine,” Sydney whispered.
Raine nodded in agreement, though was far too focused on riding Sydney to say anything in response. Now that Raine had found their groove, Tessa leaned closer and began the next line of wax. Inch by inch, globules of orange fell onto Sydney’s stomach, who was moaning even louder now that Raine was riding them.
When the row of orange finished, Tessa carefully placed the candle down. She leaned close, teasing Sydney’s nipples with her tongue before biting them hard. With a surprised gasp of pleasure, Sydney twitched once more, accidentally moving the couch they were tied to. All three partners giggled at this, and Tessa pushed the couch back before continuing.
Tessa moved higher, kissing Sydney’s soft lips as they both smirked with enjoyment. Tessa’s tongue pushed against Sydney’s, their lips dancing back and forth as the trans girl squirmed and reveled in the fucking. After a few more seconds, Tessa pulled back and reached for the next candle. She crawled closer to Raine, holding it aloft as she spoke.
“Your turn, Raine. Unless you thought I was going to sit this one out.”
Raine laughed, a deep, hearty chuckle that mixed with their gasps of pleasure. “Absolutely not! I’d be offended if you did. Give it here, babe.”
After Tessa handed Raine the yellow candle, she was free to move back to Sydney’s head. This time, however, Sydney’s mouth wasn’t for kissing; it was for riding. Tessa braced herself on the floor, straddled the bound girl’s face, and lowered her sex onto Sydney’s mouth. Her tongue quickly went to work, flicking Tessa’s clit before starting to tease and circle her entrance.
“Mmm, you know what I like, Sydney. You’d better make sure I get it, or we won’t let you finish.”
Sydney nodded in understanding, her tongue redoubling its efforts. Her efforts felt amazing, and Tessa began moaning as she eagerly moved her hips back and forth. In front of her, Raine had slowed the pace of their own fucking, and was now pouring the next line of wax. This line was even higher, coating the bottom of her ribs, though some of it was sliding down her side.
Tessa felt Sydney twitch as the wax traveled down her waist. The trans girl was quite ticklish, and Tessa had no doubt she was fighting to urge to laugh as the hot wax rolled down.
Unexpectedly, Sydney’s effort to keep herself from laughing seemed to push her tongue deep into Tessa’s cunt. Tessa gasped in surprise, her legs squeezing Sydney’s neck as the first orgasm of the night overtook her. She threw her head back, guttural moans leaving her throat as her hips bucked on Sydney’s mouth. It took another minute for her to return to her senses, and she eagerly looked back down to her partners.
Raine caught her gaze, staring at her with lust in their eyes. They both leaned closer, their lips meeting as they began kissing. Raine reached for Tessa’s hair, running their hands through it as they pulled her closer. Their tongues met, and Tessa made sure to push hers deep, something she knew Raine loved.
When they finally stopped, it was Tessa that spoke up first. “Wanna switch, Raine? I’d hate to deprive you of Sydney’s tongue, and I need that girlcock in me.”
From underneath them both, Sydney’s muffled voice attempted to speak. She was still busy tongue fucking Tessa, but she seemed very enthusiastic about changing up the position. It only took a few seconds, and soon Raine was happily sinking their cunt onto Sydney’s tongue.
Tessa lined up Sydney’s girlcock, then sank down and let it push deep inside her. Tessa swore that her girlfriend was just as big as many of the guys she’d fucked, if not even bigger. Sydney swore that her girlcock had shrunk slightly in the transition, but Tessa wasn’t complaining in the slightest. It felt amazing inside of her, the warm shaft reaching deep as Tessa continued to bounce and grind against it. She’d almost lost control of herself with Raine cleared their throat, clearly reminding her about the wax she was supposed to be pouring.
Opening her eyes, Tessa giggled with faux shame as she reached for the next candle. This one was green, and when she looked down to the trans girl’s body, she saw this line would end up covering the bottom of her tits. Tessa slowed the pace of her own fucking down, then carefully aimed the candle and started pouring.
Bright green waxed fell onto Sydney’s small tits, pushing her to squirm even more. Though her moans were muffled by Raine, who was still riding her tongue, she was obviously more than enjoying herself. Tessa continued pouring, drip by drip, until she’d crossed Sydney’s chest. Unable to resist the temptation, she let the wax creep higher, landing a few drops onto the trans girl’s nipple. Sydney’s entire body bucked in surprise, driving her girlcock deep into Tessa, who in turn accidentally spilled even more wax onto her girlfriend.
When Tessa finally regained control and set the candle down, Sydney’s entire left breast had been covered in wax. The green line was incredibly crooked now, but she had a feeling no one would care.
She looked up at Raine, ready to playfully apologize, and instead saw their partner in the middle of their own orgasm. Their breath caught in their throat, they were twitching and shaking as Sydney continued to tease their clit with her tongue. As Tessa watched, she settled into her own comfortable rhythm, slowly bouncing up and down on Sydney’s girlcock. After another minute, Raine’s orgasm passed, and they finally opened their eyes to see the mess Tessa had made.
“Tess, that’s the worst stripe I’ve ever seen,” they said, smirking.
“It’s abstract art, you just wouldn’t get it. Fuck, Sydney, that feels amazing.” Tessa continued bouncing on Sydney’s girlcock, though she paid enough attention to see Raine sarcastically rolling their eyes at her.
With Raine no longer in the throes of passion, they reached for the next candle. There were only two left, the blue and the purple, though Raine would have to get creative with the blue stripe after the mess Tessa had made with the green. Tessa knew from experience that Raine was a bit of a neat freak, and she guessed they would probably try to restore order with the next line as best they could.
As Tessa continued riding Sydney, feeling their hard shaft pumping in and out, she eagerly watched Raine start to pour the wax. They started on Sydney’s other breast, the trans girl predictable twitching and moaning in pleasure as the hot liquid struck her nipple. Tessa appreciated the excitement, it was almost like living out every fantasy she’d ever had of strapping a dildo to a mechanical bull, but she tried to keep herself focused on Raine.
After Sydney’s breast had been covered, in a manner quite similar to Tessa’s work on the other side, Raine continued pouring their wax. They made it thinner and thinner as they approached Tessa’s mess, and when they finished, Tessa saw that the green and blue lines now looked like mirrors of each other, or perhaps an incredibly gay yin and yang symbol.
“There, all better!” Raine said, quite pleased with themselves.
“You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” Tessa asked.
“It’s supposed to be a flag, Tess, the lines need to be straight!”
“Ugh, you have no love for the arts.”
Tessa and Raine, despite their contentious comments, were inching closer to each other, and only stopped their playful argument so they could start making out once more. They both wore heavy smiles, and when the kiss broke, Raine’s eyes silently asked Tessa to take the last candle.
Instead, Tessa grabbed Raine’s hand and moved it to the purple candle with hers. Getting the hint, Raine nodded, and they both grabbed the candle so they could finish their masterpiece together.
The fucking continued, Sydney’s cock twitching inside of Tessa’s pussy while her tongue played with Raine’s clit. Tessa could feel another orgasm approaching, and she also knew Sydney likely wouldn’t be able to hold back for much longer either. Together with Raine, she moved the candle close to Sydney’s chest, just above the blue stripe, and they started pouring. Hot wax dribbled out, coating the trans girl’s chest and collarbone.
This last addition of wax proved to be too much, and Tessa felt Sydney start to lose control underneath her. She began twitching and moaning, her tongue moving even faster against Raine’s clit as her hips pushed her girlcock deep inside Tessa. The extra excitement was just the excuse Tessa needed to stop holding back, and she happily surrendered control of herself so she could cum with her partner. She heard Raine gasping as well, and had a feeling a three were cumming together, but she was too lost in her own orgasm to double check.
Several minutes passed, the three partners lost in revelry as they continued cumming into and on each other. Each one’s pleasure urged the others to keep going, and the cycle continued for much longer than anyone had expected. By the time the threesome began to calm down, the candles had nearly gone out, and everyone was thoroughly exhausted.
Tessa relented first, pushing the candles out of the way so she could lie on the floor next to Sydney. Raine followed suit, claiming the floor on the other side, though not before untying Sydney’s hands from the couch. They all cuddled up to each other, the air suddenly losing its warmth with the intense fucking no longer keep everyone warm. Sydney looked side to side, kissing both her partners in turn, before sighing in relief. Everyone’s breathing calmed, their chests rising and falling together as they tried desperately to not surrender this moment they had together.
In time, they would start talking amongst themselves, cleaning up the wax and taking turns in the shower. For now, though, they were more than happy to enjoy a short nap in each others' arms.
