Chapter 0 - Practicing Conjuration

Author’s Note: Well, this is the first story I’ve decided to post. At over 5,500 words it’s rather longer than I expected, and it takes a while to get to the good part, but I’m hoping to write more stories with this character, so the setup should be useful for those.
Later edit: Formatting disappeared when I C&P'ed the text. I've fixed most of it, but there are still some small issues. I'm working on it, but it may not be fixed before tomorrow.


<b>Practicing Conjuration</b>

Annalise winced and untangled a strand of her blond hair from yet another thorny branch, then huffed in annoyance as the movement snagged the sleeve of her dress on the branch next to it. There was an amused sniff from behind her, and she turned to face her master.

Master Makala only smiled at the sight of the dark look Annalise shot her. Even though her black hair fell all the way down her back and she was wearing a floor-length dress, Annalise had noticed that Master Makala had not gotten caught on anything even once, while Annalise had been getting snagged what felt like every five minutes for the past hour they had been walking in the woods.

“How do you avoid getting caught?” Annalise asked. “I’ve paid attention and I haven’t heard you use any spells. This part of the forest is one big patch of thorns and grabby branches!”

Master Makala looked at her with what Annalise had, over the past five years, learned to recognize as her ‘I know something you don’t, but I’m not going to tell you straight out’ smirk.

“Is it?” she asked, “Then point out three spots of ‘thorns and grabby branches’ to me, please.”

Annalise pointed at the tree she had just freed herself from. “Easy. Thats one!” She turned to point at another annoying patch of vegetation, and frowned when she couldn’t find one. She whirled around, looking all around. Wherever she looked, she could not find any particularly entangling trees or bushes other than the one that had just torn her dress. All she could see was fairly open, sun-dappled forest. She turned a suspicious eye toward her master.

“Did you do something? Hex away all the grabby plants or something?”

Master Makala’s dark face showed an indulgent smile. “Why don’t you tell me? Concentrate for a moment and tell me what you sense.”

Annalise huffed, but closed her eyes and concentrated on sensing the magic around herself. She frowned slightly. There was a fuzzy feeling in her head, like a fog around her mind. She tried to get a good ‘look’ at it, but it seemed to avoid her sense of magic.

“There’s… something. It feels like a cloud around my mind. It doesn’t feel familiar.”

“It’s not a spell you’ve run into, but it is a kind of magic I’ve shown you before. It’s an advanced form of Wandering Ward. There really aren’t that many ‘grabby branches’ or thorny plants around here, but the spell has been constantly leading you into them. It’s also been confusing your sense of direction and distance. We’ve been walking through the forest for about an hour now. How far do you think we are from home?”

“I guess it’s about two miles or so?”

Another smirk. “Nope. We’re less than half a mile away. We’ve been going in circles nearly since we started off.”

“But I thought I was going to learn about Conjuration. Why did you set up this spell?” Annalise realised she was pouting, but she didn’t really care.

Master Makala put a calming hand on Annalise’s shoulder. “I didn’t set it up, and you are going to learn about Conjuration. The Wandering Ward has been here for a long time, and it’s there to keep people away from the place we are going. I just felt it would be good for you to learn about the effects of these kinds of Wards. And encourage you to pay attention to your magical sense.”

“Hmph.” That last bit was a point that Master Makala kept going on about. Annalise supposed that she was right, but concentration and meditation just weren’t as interesting as actual spellcasting. She sighed. “All right, you’ve made your point. Now can we get on with it?”

Master Makala gave her a look that said that the subject would be brought up again, but said, “Right then. Just keep up your concentration to keep the Ward from making you wander off again, and follow me.”

She set off deeper into the forest, and Annalise followed, muttering under her breath and trying to undo the tangles in her shoulder-length hair.

---

After about ten more minutes, Annalise felt the fog around her mind ease as they reached the edge of a small clearing. It was maybe twenty yards across. The ground was grassy, and dotted with flowers. On the far edge was a very small pond, fed by a trickle of water coming from between a couple of rocks. In the center of were two roughly-formed stones, each about twice Annalise’s height. One was standing upright, and the other was lying on the ground in front of it. They were both made of dark-grey stone, with veins of glittering blue running along the surface. Even without concentrating, Annalise could feel there was a charge in the air. She felt energized just standing there. She closed her eyes briefly and took a deep breath.

Master Makala grinned at her and walked forward to put a hand on the standing stone. “I can tell you can feel it; you must have read about this kind of place. Tell me about it.”

Annalise thought for a moment. “It’s a magically charged place. They’re places rich in magical energy. It’s easier to cast spells here, and because the borders between the planes are thinner here, it’s particularly easy to conjure things here. Which is why we’re here, I suppose.” She shot a look at her master, who nodded and gave her an encouraging look. Annalise went on, “But you should be careful about these places, too. If particular kinds of magic are used here often, they can alter the character of these places. If people used a lot of violent magic, or used magic in anger, those kinds of spells can become even easier. And it can even twist other magic you use into that direction. That can be dangerous.”

“Exactly! Well done. And you should indeed be careful about these places until you’ve determined their character. But this one is safe.” Master Makala sat down on the lying stone and patted the spot next to her. “Now sit down, and tell me about the different kinds of Conjuration.”

Annalise sat down gratefully and stretched out her legs in front of her. Over the years, she’d gotten used to her master’s habit of continually asking questions about what she’d been learning, but sometimes the constant repetition still got tiresome.

“Well, there’s two kinds. Or maybe three, depending on how you count. First  there’s conjuring objects from the Aether. That gets you inanimate objects. How big and how intricate they are depends on how much power you put into the spell and how well you can visually the result you want. The results are never permanent, of course. I’ve been doing that kind for a few months now, and I think I’m doing pretty well. I can get up to about a hundred pounds reliably, and in quite a lot of detail, too.”

Master Makala smiled at her. “You could do with a bit more modesty, I suppose, but you are coming along pretty well, yes. What’s the second kind of Conjuration?”

Annalise fought the urge to look smug, and continued, “The second kind is imbuing objects with an animating Aetherial essence, to make them act on their own. Again, how big an object you can imbue and how complicated you can make the orders depend on the power you use and how well you can visualize them. This can last for a pretty long time, and with the proper materials can be made permanent for as long as the affected object lasts. And if you don’t concentrate properly, random behaviors can creep in. Like the brooms I did two weeks ago,” she frowned, “But otherwise, I think I’ve been doing pretty well in that, too.”

Master Makala looked mock-serious. “Don’t get too cocky. This is a kind of magic that can be dangerous if it gets away from you. But yes, you haven’t been doing badly. Now, you mentioned a third kind of Conjuration?”

“Well, there’s a difference of opinion on whether this counts as a third kind or whether it’s just a combination of the previous two. You conjure an object and imbue it with animation during the conjuring. The results can be very similar to living creatures, though of course they aren’t really alive. The argument for considering this a third kind of conjuration is that because of the way the Conjured object and the animating essence are created together, they are intrinsically one whole, and are particularly well-adapted to their purpose. Plus, as I said, they tend to look a lot like living, though usually not already-existing, creatures. Because their physical presence is created from the Aether, the results are never permanent. And it’s a kind of conjuration I’ve never done before.”

Master Malaka gave her an approving look. “A good summary, in all. I tend to agree that conjuring animate creations is indeed a third kind of Conjuration, since the two aspects come together to form a whole greater than the parts. You’ll learn, too, that the physical form and the intended purpose influence the result together, and it is a separate skill to get them to combine into the result you intend.”

She stood up, and patted the standing stone. “I brought you here because I felt you were ready to start with combined Conjuration. This place will make your first efforts easier, and because of its particular character, it will be particularly safe, too. You’ve studied the theory already, of course. Now it’s time to put it into practice.”

Annalise tried to hide her nervousness. “I know the spells, yes. I didn’t want to start messing about with them before you thought I was ready,” she said, virtuously. “What kind of Conjuration do you want me to do?”

Her master did not reply directly, but looked out over the clearing contemplatively. “I found this place shortly after I moved here, a few years after I’d finished my apprenticeship. It was still in use, then. Elves came here regularly, when they were still around in this area. Before they went away to… wherever it is that Elves go. I told you I didn’t put up the Wandering Ward. They did, to discourage intruders.”

“Elves? What were they using this place for?” Annalise was fascinated and a little nervous. She’d never even seen an Elf. They were known for being powerfully magical, but capricious.

Again, Master Makala didn’t answer directly. “I never spoke to them, but I could make a pretty good guess about what they used this place for by the effect they had on the place’s magic.” She looked sideways at Annalise. “People around here don’t talk about this kind of thing much. This would be easier if you were from my homeland.”

Annalise frowned slightly, puzzled. She knew her master had come from far away, from the warm lands north of the Northern sea. She was strikingly different from the other people Annalise knew: She was a tall woman, with very dark skin and long black hair; even when the people around here tanned in summer, they never got as dark as her. But even though Master Makala sometimes talked about her birthland, Annalise had no idea what she was getting at.

“What do you mean.”

Master Makala shrugged. “You do know I keep a very good inventory of my magical supplies. There have been some things going missing these past few months, and I know what kind of potion you’ve been brewing.”

Annalise felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment. She’d been sure her master hadn’t noticed! At least she didn’t know what Annalise had been doing…

“I told you, I’m used to people talking about this more openly. I 
have
 noticed that people around here do pretty much the same things that people back home do, they just don’t talk about them. I’m not angry, though I do wish you’d just asked. I did notice you’d been going to the village more often the last few months. And I’m pretty sure you’ve been taking… long walks… in the woods with the smith’s son. He’s a handsome lad.”

“Well… Um…” Annalise looked down at her feet.

“And since you started this only about three months ago, you must have known that he would be going to the city his apprenticeship, so you knew you couldn’t really be together in the long term. I noticed that you were out rather late the night before he left for the city two weeks ago.”

Even though Annalise felt like sinking through the floor, she was compelled to defend her actions. “Well… I knew Tomas would be leaving soon. And we weren’t really in love or anything. It was just…” She trailed off.

“Just for fun? Nothing wrong with that. You’re eighteen already, and I know you’ve been very prudently brewing Petranik’s Protective Prophylactic. I know that I started when I was a few years younger, and I didn’t prepare as well as you did. So overall, I approve.”

Annalise looked up in surprise, her embarrassment temporarily forgotten. “You do?”

“I told you, though people talk about these things a little more freely, people around here do much the same things. I’ve been living around here for quite some time, and young people have been sneaking out into the woods together regularly all that time.” She smiled. “And I have noticed that you’ve been reading some of the books in the back of the locked shelves since Tomas left. Some interesting spells in those, aren’t there?”

“You knew about that? But I-”

“- disabled the protection spells on those shelves? You gave it a good effort, but I have quite a few more years of experience in magic than you do. I would have given you a talking-to if you’d been reading any of the really dangerous books, but these books I was just warding until you’d reached the right age. Which I suppose you have, now. But I didn’t bring this up to embarrass you; I did have a reason.”

Annalise realized they’d quite forgotten how they’d gotten to this topic. “Then why did you bring it up?” she asked, a little belligerently.

“I did tell you that Elves used to use this place, didn’t I. Well, they used it as a meeting place for a pleasure cult. And they’ve left their mark on the magic of this place. It’s now attuned to… Well, call it Lust. Which makes it perfect for our purpose,” she said, with a satisfied air.

“Y- You want me to…” Annalise trailed off, embarrassed again.

“I want you to conjure a construct to  have some fun with. With the magic in this place, even if the conjuration goes a little wrong, you won’t end up with a dangerous result, so it’s perfect for a first attempt. Plus,” Master Makala added with a sly grin, “it will help reduce your frustration now that Tomas isn’t here anymore.”

Annalise felt the head start to spread into her cheeks again. And, she realised down into her belly and… lower places, as well. Still, she felt she had to object. “I can’t do that! Especially not with you-”.

Her master interrupted her. “Oh, I won’t stay here. There’s nothing dangerous in these woods, and any people won’t get near because of the Wandering Ward. And, as I said, the Conjuration itself will be safe for you to do by yourself. I will be waiting at home until you’re done.”

“But…” Annalise wanted to object some more, but the idea Master Makala had planted in her mind was throwing up some very interesting thoughts. She pressed her thighs together. She had wanted to try combined Conjuration for some time now. And in the short time that Tomas had been gone, her fingers had been feeling increasingly inadequate. Even the spells from the books she’d looked at weren’t quite doing the job.

She looked at Master Makala again, to find that her master’s brown eyes were on her, faint laugh lines in the corners. “Well, do you want to try some Conjuration? If you really don’t want to do it this way, you can try it at home under my supervision.” Her face turned serious. “I really think that this is the best way to get a feel for it, but if you really are uncomfortable with it, I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to.”

Annalise considered it. Master Makala really did seem to think there was nothing wrong with this, and if she thought this was the best way for Annalise to get a feel for this new magic, she was probably right. She found she was already thinking about what kind of construct to conjure.

“Well… Alright. I’ll try.”

“Great!” Master Makala Smiled brightly and produced a book from her pocket, which she handed to Annalise. Annalise recognized it as the same book on Combined Conjuration that she had been studying from for the past few weeks. “Read over the spell again, just to be sure, then have fun. I’ll be on my way home. See you soon!”

With that, she stood up and set off back toward home. Annalise watched her disappear into the trees.

Annalise took a deep breath and opened the book. She read over the, by now familiar, spells again. 
Right. Visualize the form and purpose I want to Conjure, speak the incantation, and feed in the magic. Simple.

She recalled the shape of Tomas’ body, with his broad shoulders and nice muscles. That would be a good form. She tried to keep the face very simple; it would be creepy to call up a construct with Tomas’ face. Purpose, now. 
Just simple… Sex. I should be able to think the word, I’ve been doing it for nearly four months now. More detail.
 She recalled the sight of Tomas’ face between her legs, the feel of his tongue… Then his hips against hers, his penis… 
No, his cock, 
that was a better word for it, entering her, pistoning in and out of her pussy. 
Keep it simple. Incantation.
 The syllables of the spell came easily from her lips, and she felt the familiar thrill of magic flowing through her into the spell. It really did feel easier, here.

More memories flitted through her mind. The feeling of a cock twitching in her mouth, Tomas kissing her, strong arms encircling her. She remembered the last time she’d been with Tomas, the night before he’d left. That had been fun.

In front of her, a shimmer in the air expanded into a blue twinkling cloud, which began forming into a human shape. The magic came easily, and she saw the cloud grow rapidly. Before she knew it, she’d reached the end of the incantation. With a last surge of magic and a flash of blue light, the spell was finished. She looked at the result.

The first thing she noticed that her construct was entirely naked, faintly translucent, and blue. Well, she supposed that was to be expected. She really hadn’t been thinking about any particular colour, and Conjured constructs were usually translucent blue. And it wouldn't need any clothes to fulfill the purpose for which she'd created it. Then she noticed that the construct was a little bigger than she’d expected. She always thought of Tomas as tall; he was nearly six feet tall and broad in the shoulders, while she was only five foot two, and slightly built. The construct had to be a good seven feet tall, and powerfully built. She supposed that a little exaggeration had crept in. That was alright.

Her gaze travelled downward, toward the construct’s crotch. Tomas was pretty much average in size (she’s surreptitiously measured him against her hand and looked it up in one of the ‘interesting’ books from her master’s library: six inches was average). The construct’s cock was pretty much about the same in thickness, but its hard length jutted up from its crotch about nine inches. Annalise felt herself blush a little. She did like to feel Tomas deep inside herself, and that must have crept into the spell.

It also had a tail, she noticed, it hung down between its legs, down to the ground. It was perhaps two or three inches in diameter and twitched occasionally. 
Oh well,
 she thought, 
Small random variations are not unkown in conjurations. My visualization must not have been quite clear enough.
 Overall, her first Combined Conjuration looked pretty successful.

She took a step forward, and the construct moved toward her as well, its tail swinging from side to side and its rock-hard cock twitching. 
Well, I should test wether the instructions came through clearly.
 All her hesitation seemed to have vanished. Perhaps it had been the fact that Master Makala had brought up her frustration at Tomas' absence, but her construct looked very promising. She looked around to make sure no-one was around, then brought reached back and unlaced the back of her dress. In one quick motion, she pulled it over her head. The bright sun was warm on her skin as she draped her dress over the stone.

She could see her reflection in the clear water of the pond. She looked pretty good, she considered as she untied the band of cloth supporting her modest breasts. Her nipples stifffened in the slight breeze. With a look at the construct, which was waiting patiently, she bent down to remove her panties. They stuck to her pussy for a moment, she noticed.They were pretty damp already.

She cast another look at her reflection. Blond, shoulder-length hair; a slender build; her breasts were a little shorter than she liked, though Tomas had always called them 'a nice, modest handful' and spent a lot of time playing with them; and a tuft of darker blond hair above her pussy. She'd started carefully trimming her pubic hair after she started her 'walks' with Tomas; he'd liked the look and had really gotten enthusiastic about using his mouth on her when he stopped having to be careful about not getting hair stuck between his teeth.

She turned toward the construct, to find that it had silently moved toward her and was now standing in arm's reach. She stepped around it and lay back on the lying stone, her dress spread out beneath her. She beckoned the construct toward her and spread her legs.

"Alright, let's see how well I've made you."

It stepped forward and knelt between her legs. It put a large hand on each of her thighs, then leaned down. Annalise caught sight of a long tongue, which started off broad but tapered to a point. She just had time to think, 
That looks useful,
 before she felt heat and wetness as the tongue swiped over the outside of her pussy lips, in one long sweep from top to bottom, and rational thought evaporated.

The tongue kept slowly licking the outside over the outside of her pussy. Then, after a few minutes, the tip began to lightly flick over her clit each time it reached the top of her slit. By this time, she was breathing heavily, and her legs were twitching, but the construct’s large hands on her thighs held her firmly down to the stone. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensations spreading out from her pussy.

After a few minutes of this, during which she felt her climax getting closer and closer, she felt the constructs thumbs on her pussy lips, spreading her open. Its tongue explored the inside of her pussy slowly, licking between her inner and outer lips and around her entrance, and regularly flicking returning to flick over her clit. It seemed to know exactly what she liked. 
Well, that makes sense, 
she thought vaguely, 
I 
did
 conjure it to fulfill my desires.

Soon, her legs were trembling as she felt herself getting close to an orgasm. Suddenly, the construct thrust its warm, wet tongue deep into her pussy. That was the last straw, and with a strangled shout of, “NGAH!”, Annalise came, stars exploding in her vision. She squirmed on the stone, but strong hands on her thighs kept her in place while she rode out her orgasm.

When her breathing returned to normal, she felt the tongue leave her pussy and the hands shift on her thighs. She opened her eyes, blinking in the sunlight, and saw the construct getting to its feet. Its expressionless face was shining with her juices. It stood up straight, and its strong hands lifted her hips from the stone. After a moment of confusion, Annalise realized its intent, and she shifted her position, getting onto her hands and knees on the stone. She looked back and bent down slightly, until her behind with level with the construct’s crotch. She had a moment to appreciate its long, towering erection, which seemed to be shining with a thin layer of fluid. 
Natural lubrication,
 she thought, giggling. 
I guess my visualizations was even better than I thought.

Then the construct stepped forward and spread her pussy lips, which were dripping with her juices, with one hand. It guide the tip of its cock to her entrance and slowly pushed into her. She groaned in pleasure as she felt herself get stretched deliciously. The cock entered her slowly, deeply, until it stopped when it got just slightly uncomfortable. She moved her hand to her pussy, and felt where the construct’s cock entered her. She guessed, with a feeling of satisfaction, that there was only about an inch left.

Just as Annalise completed the thought, the construct shifted its weight and began slowly withdrawing from her until only the fat head of its cock was left inside her. Then it moved into her again. And then out again. It slowly increased its speed until it was pistoning in and out of her steadily. She let herself fall forward until her head was resting on her right arm. Her left hand was gently rubbing around her clit and occasionally moving to feel the cock pounding into her.

The construct continued fucking her for a few minutes, her pleasure rising. After a while, she began rubbing her clit directly, more vigorously. As soon as she did, she felt the construct bend forward, and it stopped fucking her, its cock buried deep inside her. Just as she was about to protest, the construct moved again: one arm gripped her around the waist, the other grapsed her thigh. It stood up, lifting her up. Then it was holding her in front of itself, impaled on its cock and held up only by its hands supporting her thighs.

She felt exposed as the sun shone brightly down on her. A few yards away, a small sparrow sitting on a tree branch cocked its head at her curiously. Then it flew away, startled, as she moaned. The construct had moved its hips, withdrawing from her, than slammed its cock back into her pussy. Soon it was fucking her hard again. Moans escaped her mouth as she felt her pleasure rising again. She closed her eyes again, flung back her right arm overhead to grasp the construct’s neck, and leaned her head back against its shoulder.

Then her moaning stopped abruptly as she felt something slick brush against the lips of her open mouth. Her eyes flew open, and she saw the end of the construct’s tail in front of her face. The end was slightly bulbous, and it was glistening with a thin layer of fluid. It pressed against her lips again. 

“Oh!” The exclamation escaped her as she realized the construct’s intent. 
Well, I did think about how I liked sucking Tomas’ cock when I was conjuring it. This’ll probably be similar.
 She opened her mouth, and the tail slithered inside. The fluid covering it was very slick, and tasted faintly minty. 
Not at all like a real cock, but not bad
. She swirled her tongue around what she was thinking of as the tail’s cock-head, and it gently fucked her mouth, in the same rhythm that the construct’s real cock was fucking her pussy.

Soon Annalise lost herself in the sensations again, and she began rocking her hips in time with the pistoning of the cock in her pussy, causing it to hit that delicious spot on the front of her pussy each time it moved into her. Her own moans and gurgles sounded loud in her ears, even around the cocklike tail that was fucking her mouth. It was now producing copious amounts of slick, minty fluid, which was dribbling out of her mouth like drool. Her left hand was sometimes rubbing her clit, sometimes pinching her nipples.

After a few minutes, she started to feel her orgasm building again. Then the construct abruptly stopped moving its hips and lifted her off its cock. The feeling of disappointment as the cock slipped out of her pussy was almost painful.

Annalise only had time to mumble, “Wha-” around the tail-cock still moving in her mouth before the construct’s hands repositioned themselves on her hips, moved her slightly, and then slowly brought her down again. Its hands moved apart slightly, spreading her ass cheeks, and she felt the slick head of the cock prod at her asshole. She had only a few moments to consider whether this was a good thing or not; she’s tried this only a few times with Tomas. During the long night they had spent together right before he had left to start his apprenticeship, he had slowly, gently, fucked her ass for a long time. 
But Tomas’ cock was not as long as this one was, and it was definately a little thinner.
 She hesitated.

In any case, the construct did not seem to intend to wait for her to make up her mind. It slowly lowered her down further, and Annalise was slightly surprised to feel her asshole open up to let the head enter. It went as easily as it had ever gone before. 
But then, this thing has spent quite a lot of time now fucking me and getting me worked up.
 The delicious feeling of her stretching asshole made up her mind for her, and she relaxed.

The cock entered her very slowly, until the head popped in. Immediately, the construct stopped lowering her. Annalise whined involuntarily and tried to shift her legs to lower herself further, but the construct slowly lifted her up until its cock had almost entirely left her again. Her asshole twitched around the tip. Then she was lowered again, slightly further this time. Then she was lifted again. She began rubbing her clit again, hard, as the construct slowly kept moving her up and down, each time stuffing its cock slightly deeper into her ass. Her muffled moans sounded around the clearing, until after a few minutes the construct stopped agian, and Annalise realised that her ass was now directly against its crotch, which meant that the entire nine inches of its stiff cock were inside her ass.

She had a moment to savour the wonderful feeling of fullness,then the began moving its hips again, and moving her up and down, more and more quickly. Soon the sound of its hips slapping against her ass filled the clearing, accompanying her moans. The cock roughly fucking her ass, the tail moving in her mouth, and her own finger rubbing her clit all combined into one overpowering feeling of pleasure, and soon she felt close to orgasm again.

Suddenly, the tail-cock left her mouth, but before she had time to fully realise what had happened, it snaked along her leg and, without pausing, plunged deep into her pussy. It writhed around inside her, rubbing all along the inside of her cunt. Within a few seconds, it was enough to send her over the edge. Her legs spasmed, her hand flew off her clit, and she screamed as lights flashed in front of her eyes.

She was slammed down all the way onto the construct's cock for the last time, and she felt it spasm deep inside her as it pumped spurt after spurt of fluid into her ass. The tail slammed into her cunt, and spurted its own jets into her. Then she was lowered onto the stone, and the cock and tail left her. Her ass and pussy gaped open as fluid dribbled out of them onto the stone, her dress, and the grass below.

After a while, Annalise was unsure exactly how long, her mind emerged from the orgasmic haze and she opened her eyes. The construct had disappeared. She basked in the afterglow and the bright sunlight for a few more minutes, the slowly got up onto unsteady legs.

The dress, which she had been lying on, was covered in wet spots. Blueish, minty fluid was dripping down her legs from her sore pussy and ass. She felt she had to speak her conclusion out loud, though there was no-one around to hear it:

"Well, when Master Makala has an idea about how to practice new magic, it's usually a good one!"

---

Thirty minutes later, she emerged from the forest by the small stone tower that she called home. A few cantrips had mostly cleaned up her dress, though a few stains were still visible. She had decided to forgo her panties because, even though the construct's pseudo-cum was evaporating slowly back into the Aether, occasional dribbles of it, mixed with her own juices, were still dripping from her pussy.

She reached the tower's thick oak door and raised her hand to knock.

Master Makala would be sure to want to hear a full report of her first efforts in advanced Conjuration...

