Page 41 of Group Studies

I walked back to the middle with my pillow and sat facing Professor Garnet.

“What about sending an image yourself?” Officer Keres asked.

I squirmed. “I don’t think I can. And if I can, I, ah, don’t want to transfer accidentally.” My cheeks heated. I glanced between Saffron and the professor, the only other two in the room who knew the physical side effects.

The MA officer grunted, drawing my attention. He gave me a tight nod, holstering the stick in a leather loop on his belt. “Continue.”

I chewed on my bottom lip and tore my eyes away from the weapon, surprised the stern man was relaxing his guard.

Professor Garnet clapped his hands. “Well done, all of you. Now we’ll build layers into this, starting with a more complex image. Something emotionally charged, before doing two at a time, maybe even all of us simultaneously, though, as touch is required, that will require a bit of shuffling.”

I bounced. My magic and clit hummed at the idea of five streams of magic filling me at the same time. “I can take five at a time, I think.”

Saffron snorted, and Gahlen belted out a belly laugh permitting a few others to chuckle awkwardly. I bit my bottom lip and rocked a few times. A lightness filled the room. I glanced around, for the first time feeling like I was actually a part of the class and not just an observer.

Professor Garnet practically glowed. “We’ll take breaks and if you feel too taxed, let me know,” he said with a wink.

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As class neared its end, Tanwyn, Saffron, and Ghalen all stood in a circle around me, their hands placed on the top of my head. On the opposite end, my pussy clenched and pulsed with need. I hoped I didn’t destroy Tanwyn’s pillow.

In my mind, Tanwyn’s simple green triangle added to Saffron’s blue square. I shut my eyes and rocked, desperate for the fluff under my ass to turn into something harder.

Ghalen’s red circle encompassed the first two objects. The moan ripping out of my throat echoed through the Sphérique. I hunched over as much as I could and pressed my fingers over my lips.

Although it kept me quiet, it only added to my trembling need.

“Focus, Aphy,” Professor Garnet said. “Shut them out.”

I tried, but my mage trance wouldn’t come. My simmering magic thrashed, looking for a way out. I doubled my focus to keep from transferring.

“Enough,” Professor Garnet said.

The three images vanished, but the heat running through my body didn’t change. I wrapped my arms around myself and tried to look for the source. Ram’s filthy magic curled against my leg. My stomach threatened to empty itself.

“I don’t want this. Stop,” I whispered.

My magic didn’t leave my body. Without being able to touch him, I could do nothing to defend myself.

The sound of a fist connecting with someone’s face echoed through the Sphérique. Ram’s slimy magic vanished, leaving unhappy goose bumps on my skin. Although lust still flushed my system, teasing my joints and making my sex slick with need, it only came from me now.

I managed to stop rocking and spun to face Ram. The motion on the pillow felt too good.

Ghalen still stood above the big mage. “And they put her in clasps.”

Ram clenched his fists, but if he hit back and started a fight, he’d be breaking the terms of his pink slip.

Professor Garnet clapped and excused us. Almost as one, the mages around me stood and began shoving their matts into their dimensional pockets.

Tanwyn knelt at my side. “Do you, um, are you…”

“My every nerve ending is on fire, the good kind,” I said my voice rough with need. “I’ll figure it out.”

I squirmed on his pillow before remembering it was his pillow. I didn’t want to know if my juices had leaked, so I pulled it out from under me and handed it to him without checking. A furious blush stained my cheeks.

Tanwyn studied my face. He leaned in close and brushed his fingers across my jawline. “You can leave with me right now. I don’t know what’s going on, but this isn’t normal.”

“Tanwyn, move,” Professor Garnet growled.

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