Chapter 6: Friday Evening
With Tilly and Abigail away for a while, Luke did end up getting a bit of rest. Despite all of the heavy things on his mind, passing out from over wielding magic seemed to make him exhausted enough to be able to sleep.
When he woke up, he sent a message to the girls.
**Luke: Hope you are both alright after earlier’s intensity. I want to be able to talk to you both, as clear headed and straightforward as possible. I know the spell is messing with all of us but I have an… unconventional idea of how to keep it from affecting us while we talk. Let me know when you are both ready for it.
Luke hopped in the shower after sending the message, wanting to cleanse himself of the day’s troubles. He wasn’t sure his unconventional approach to satiating the spell would work, but he hoped it would.
Being the sole magic user of the group as well as the spell’s anchor, he was so far, most resistant to the spell’s effects but when he lost control, it was far more impactful on the other two. Earlier’s problem had started with him getting overwhelmed trying to keep Abigail and Tilly under control, resulting in him losing his own focus. His plan, as much as he didn’t like it, was to directly feed power into the spell while they talked by… well, by pleasuring himself. That way it doesn’t seek any further power from Tilly or Abigail, pushing their emotions or desires. The spell will be too occupied.
After getting out of the shower, Luke checked his phone again, sighing when he saw that neither Abigail nor Tilly had responded to his message yet. He knew they needed time to process what had happened, but he also knew that they needed to talk about it soon. The longer they put it off, the worse the spell would get.
He threw on some clean clothes and sat down at his desk, scrolling through the numerous texts and emails he'd received from the various occult and paranormal groups he was a part of. He also sent off a message to Dr. Alvarez, who Tilly and Abigail had been planning to meet with on their own before working with Luke on their problem.
Dr. Alvarez was Luke’s current mentor and advisor, one of the few people Luke knew who actually understood that magic was real. If anyone could help him, especially without judgment, it would be her. She wouldn’t be thrilled to hear what her prized pupil had gotten himself entangled in but she would be interested in the new magic Abigail had created and its… unique effects.
Finally, Luke got a message back from Tilly and Abigail. **Tilly: We’re ready. We’ll be back at your place in 15. Don’t start without us.**
Luke let out a sigh of relief, glad that they were willing to come back and face this situation head-on. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he also knew that they needed to address the elephant in the room if they were going to have any hope of controlling the spell.
He spent the next fifteen minutes tidying up his room, wanting to make sure it was as clean and comfortable as possible for the discussion that was about to take place.
He knew things were going to get intense, and he wanted to make sure that the environment was as calm and inviting as possible.
When the knock on his door finally came, he took a deep breath and opened it to find Abigail and Tilly standing on the other side. They looked nervous, their faces pale and their eyes filled with a mix of fear and apprehension.
"Come in, both of you," Luke said, stepping aside to let them enter. He closed the door behind them and gestured towards the bed. "Have a seat.
I want to talk to you both about what happened earlier, and what's going to happen next," Luke said, his voice serious as he looked at the two women.
Abigail and Tilly exchanged a glance before moving to the bed and sitting down. They looked at each other, their expressions a mix of guilt and fear.
"I'm sorry, Luke. I didn't mean to lose control like that," Abigail said, her voice barely above a whisper. She looked down at her hands, wringing them together in her lap.
Tilly nodded in agreement. "Yeah, me too. We both got carried away.
I don’t know what came over us,” Tilly added, her voice tinged with remorse.
Luke nodded, understanding the weight of their words. He could see the fear and uncertainty in their eyes, and he knew that they were genuinely sorry for what had happened. But he also knew that the spell was still a looming presence, ready to pounce at the first sign of weakness.
"It's okay," Luke said, his voice softening. "I understand. We're all in this together, and we're all going to have to find a way to manage this. But we can't let it control us. If there’s one thing I’ve seen about you two, it’s that you really care about each other. The things you said and did earlier were just the spell and I get that. I hope that… that you’re able to extend the same courtesy to me.” He paused, clearing his throat. “So, as I mentioned in the text, I have a pretty unconventional idea for stopping the spell from agitating or stirring up emotions and desires while we talk. Obviously it’s not helpful for any of us when one person starts going on about how this is actually a good thing and what we all really want.” Luke said, trying to keep his voice calm.
Abigail and Tilly exchanged a glance, Abigail raised an eyebrow in surprise. “You want us to jerk you off while we have this talk?” She said, her voice dry but intrigued.
“No! No! Well, yeah, kind of. I mean, not like, you guys. I can handle that myself. But just while the spell is active. Like, right now. I can feel it tugging at all of us, wanting to take over. If I can… give in a little, maybe the spell won’t try to push you two so hard.” Luke said, rubbing the back of his neck in discomfort.
“Look, I know it sounds weird, but it’s the only way I can think of to keep the spell from going crazy while we talk. I’ll keep it under control, I promise.”
Abigail and Tilly looked at each other, a mixture of skepticism and curiosity in their eyes.
“So, you’re saying you’re going to jerk off while we talk about this spell?” Tilly asked, her voice incredulous.
“In a manner of speaking, yes,” Luke admitted. “I’ll be using the spell’s power to keep it in check while we figure out what to do next.
It’s not going to be about me getting off; it’s about managing the spell so we can have a rational conversation,” Luke explained, his voice steady despite the awkwardness of the situation.
Abigail raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. “Well, I’ve never done anything like this before, but I guess it’s worth a shot. If it means keeping that spell at bay, I’m all for it,” she said, her voice laced with a hint of amusement.
Tilly, on the other hand, looked uncomfortable. “I don’t know, Luke. This feels… weird. I mean, what happens if you lose control while you’re doing… that. We’re not totally equipped to stop you.” Tilly said, her eyes wide with concern. “I mean, if you lose control, what are we supposed to do?” She asked, her voice trembling slightly. Luke sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He knew she had a point, but he also knew that they didn’t have a lot of options. “I... I can’t make you do this if you’re not comfortable with it. But I need you both to understand that this is the only way I can think of to keep the spell from taking over while we talk.” He said, his voice low.
Abigail looked at Tilly, her expression softening. “Hey, it’s okay.
Look, you don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” Abigail interjected, clearly trying to defuse the tension. “But Luke’s right, we need to find a way to keep this thing under control for at least a little while. We’re not going to figure anything out if we’re all just flying off the handle every two seconds.”
Tilly looked at Abigail, her expression uncertain. “But what if something happens to Luke? I don’t want to be responsible for… for hurting him or something.”
Luke shook his head. “It won’t come to that, Tilly. I promise.
I've been studying magic for years, and I know how to channel it safely. Trust me, this is the best way to keep the spell from controlling us."
Tilly hesitated for a moment longer before nodding reluctantly. "Okay," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I trust you, Luke. Let's just get through this."
Abigail gave Tilly an encouraging smile before turning back to Luke. "So, how do we start?" she asked, her eyes filled with determination.
Luke took a deep breath and unbuttoned his jeans, letting them fall to the floor.
He stepped out of them and sat down on the edge of his desk chair, positioning himself so that he was facing away from the girls but still within their sightline. "Okay, I'm going to start, but I need you both to stay focused on the conversation. Don't let yourselves get distracted by what I'm doing. We need to keep our heads clear if we're going to figure out how to deal with this spell," he said, his voice steady despite the awkwardness of the situation.
Abigail nodded, her expression serious. "We'll stay focused, Luke. We know how important this is," she said, her voice filled with determination.
Tilly nodded in agreement, her eyes fixed on Luke as he began to touch himself. She tried to keep her expression neutral, but she couldn't help the blush that spread across her cheeks as she watched him.
Luke took a deep breath and closed his eyes, concentrating on the sensation of his own touch. He could feel the spell's influence growing stronger, swirling around him like a dark storm. He focused on the power, trying to funnel it away from Abigail and Tilly, giving the spell something else to feed on.
As he worked, he began to speak, his voice steady and calm.
"I think the first thing we need to do is understand what we're dealing with here. This spell, or whatever it is, it's not like anything I've ever seen before. It's... unnatural."
Abigail nodded, her eyes dark with concentration. "I know what you mean. It's like there's a mind of its own, a will that's separate from ours. It's not just reacting to our desires, it's... manipulating us."
Tilly shivered, her eyes wide with fear. "It's like it's alive, isn't it?
Like it has its own agenda," Luke said, his voice tight as he continued to work, his movements slow and controlled.
Abigail nodded, her expression grim. "Yeah, that's exactly how it feels. It's like we're just pawns in its game."
Tilly looked at Abigail, her eyes filled with fear. "Do you think it wants to... hurt us?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Luke hesitated, not wanting to lie to her. "I don't know, Tilly. I don’t think so. I don't think it has a consciousness in the way we understand it. It sort of feels like… a wild animal? Like it has instincts and desires, it enjoys receiving praise and attention but at the end of the day, it’s just trying to fulfill its purpose, to achieve what it was made to do.” He said, his voice slightly breathy but controlled. “Earlier, when you guys fought, it was like it felt cornered. Like it had built up all this energy in the moment and suddenly we were trying to take it away.”
Luke continued, his hand moving methodically.
Abigail’s frown deepened, her mind racing. “So, we need to give it what it wants, but in a way that doesn’t hurt us or anyone else.”
“Exactly,” Luke replied. “We need to redirect it, control it.”
Tilly looked thoughtful, her eyes narrowing as she considered the idea. “What if we, like, set it up a task? Something it can focus on that doesn’t involve us getting hurt or...
you know." Tilly trailed off, wincing at the thought.
Luke opened his eyes, looking at Tilly with a nod. "That's a good idea, Tilly. Give it a task it can focus on, something that's not us. We just need to make sure it's something that's not going to cause any harm."
Abigail sat up straighter, her eyes brightening with interest. "Like a magical... chore? Something that'll keep it occupied and happy?"
Luke nodded. "Exactly. We need to find a way to channel this power, use it for something constructive instead of letting it tear us apart. The only hard part is that it will want to be doing something related to its goals, its purpose. Which unfortunately, given the circumstances of its creation, seem to largely center around sex, control, humiliation, and subservience. So we are kind of limited in our options.” He explained, closing his eyes again as he stifled a small moan. It was a delicate balance, trying to keep the spell focused on him while still maintaining a clear head for the conversation.
“So, what kind of task could we give it?” Tilly asked, her voice shaking slightly. “I mean, we can’t just have it doing… whatever it wants, right?”
Luke bit his lip, his brows furrowing in concentration. “Right. We need to find something that fits its… nature, but is also controlled. Like, maybe it can help us with something we need done, but in a way that doesn’t involve… you know, hurting anyone.”
Abigail nodded, her expression thoughtful.
"Like what, though? What kind of task could we possibly give it that wouldn't end up being... you know, awful?"
Luke took a deep breath, his hand still moving slowly as he concentrated on the spell. "Well, we need to think about what it's good at. It's strong, it's powerful, and it's... it's really good at making people feel things. Making them desire things, making them want to do things. Maybe we can use that."
Tilly wrinkled her nose in disgust.
"You mean like, make people horny?"
Luke shook his head. "No, not like that. We can't use it to control people or manipulate them. That's exactly what we're trying to avoid. But maybe... maybe we can use it to make people feel good. To make them happy. To give them what they want, in a healthy way."
Abigail thought about this for a moment, her expression softening. "Like ambience rather than direct control. Chi O is hosting a few parties this weekend, as per usual, so maybe we could have it work its magic there, make sure people have a good time. It gets busy so by spreading its influence broadly enough, it shouldn’t be too powerful, right?” Abigail said, her eyes conveying her excitement for the idea. “It’s a great plan. Everyone will be having fun, enjoying themselves, and the spell gets to feel useful without causing any real harm.”
Tilly shifted on the bed, looking more comfortable with the idea now. “That could totally work. But how do we make sure it doesn’t go overboard? Like, we don’t want it making people do things they wouldn’t normally do, right?”
Luke nodded, understanding her concern. “That’s a valid point. We’ll need to put some boundaries in place. I can… be there, I guess. Corral its influence. Just enough energy to make people feel comfortable and happy, not so much that anyone does anything they regret.” Luke offered, almost immediately regretting the idea of spending his entire weekend at the sorority house. He was on better terms with Abigail and Tilly after this week’s ordeals but it still wasn’t a pleasant place for him.
The constant gossip, drama, and bullshit politics were not his cup of tea. But he was the only one who had a solid grip on the spell, so it was his cross to bear. He would just have to make the best of it.
"Okay, so we have our plan for dealing with the spell during the party. But what about the rest of the time? We can't just let it run wild the rest of the week," Abigail said, her brow furrowed in thought.
Luke sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Yeah, you're right.
We need to keep the spell under control all the time, not just during the parties," Luke agreed, his voice strained as he continued to channel the spell's power.
"Maybe we should find a way for you to have some kind of... outlet, where you can control the spell safely," Abigail suggested, her eyes meeting Luke's in the reflection of the small mirror on his desk.
Tilly nodded in agreement, her cheeks still flushed from the awkwardness of the situation. "Like, a safe word or something. So, you know, if it gets too intense, you can stop."
Luke grimaced, remembering the time he had lost control earlier.
"Yeah, that might be a good idea. But I'm not sure what would be... appropriate." He said, his voice strained as he continued to channel the spell's power, his hand moving slowly.
Abigail bit her lip, thinking. "Well, what if we... what if we set up some kind of... ritual? Something that you can do to release the spell's energy safely. Like, maybe that could be our signal to stop or take a break." She said, her voice thoughtful.
Tilly nodded, her eyes wide with interest. "Like a magic circle or something? I've seen stuff like that in movies.
You know, where they draw a circle and light candles and stuff. Do you think that would work?"
Luke let out a breath, his body tensing as the spell's power began to ebb and flow in response to his own. "That could work, actually. The symbolism and ritual aspect could help to ground the spell, give it a place to... manifest, I guess. And it would give me a safe space to release the energy without it getting out of control."
Abigail's eyes brightened with excitement. "That sounds perfect! We can set it up in my room, it's big enough and we can make sure no one bothers us.
We can even make it look like a normal study session or something, so no one suspects," Abigail suggested, her voice eager. "We could even make it a regular thing, like a weekly check-in to make sure everything is under control."
Luke nodded, although he wasn't entirely thrilled with the idea of being at the mercy of Abigail's sorority sisters on a regular basis. "That sounds like a good plan. We can also use that time to discuss any changes we need to make to the spell's boundaries or tasks. But for now, let's focus on the party this weekend.
We'll need to make sure we have everything set up and ready to go. I'll need to be there to control the spell, so we should probably get the task list ready and I can start delegating some responsibilities to make sure everything runs smoothly," Luke said, his voice steady despite the fact that he was still in the midst of managing the spell's power.
"Absolutely. I'll start putting together a list of everything we'll need. We can divide and conquer, make sure everything is covered. I'll also make sure that none of the sisters bother you while you're there.
We can set up a signal for you if things start getting too intense," Abigail said, her eyes determined.
Luke nodded, appreciating Abigail's understanding. "Thanks, that would be helpful. We don't want anyone getting caught up in the spell's influence by accident."
Tilly sat up straighter on the bed, looking more confident. "I can help with the task list too. I know what kind of supplies we'll need for the parties, and I can make sure that everything is set up right." She paused as something occurred to her and she grimaced, her eyes widening. She leaned over and whispered to Abby. “I just remembered how you started this week, you know, before all the crazy magic. You told all the girls to do something awful to a boy on campus, exactly like we used to do with Luke… they’re planning to reveal their efforts to you tonight. You made it a big contest, remember? Whoever took their target down the most pegs.” She whispered anxiously, uncertain how Luke, or the spell for that matter, would react to such a situation, one focused on all the things the spell likes. Abby listened, her eyes widening as the memories came rushing back to her. She had started the week off with a mean-spirited contest, using her influence to manipulate her sorority sisters into taking down a boy on campus. She had forgotten all about it with the chaos that had ensued since then.
”Oh no, that’s not good,” Abby said, her mind racing as she tried to think of a way to stop the contest before it got out of hand. “We can’t have them doing that tonight, not with the spell so strong.
It’ll feed right into it,” Abigail said, her mind racing as she tried to come up with a solution.
“We need to put a stop to it, at least for tonight,” Tilly added, looking equally concerned.
Luke opened his eyes, his expression grim, his breath ragged. “I can tell you guys are whispering about something… not good. What is it and how much harder is it going to make things?” Luke asked, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to maintain control over the spell.
Abigail chewed on her lip, her eyes flicking between Luke and Tilly. "It's bad, Luke. I started the week off with a... a contest. I told all the girls to find some guy on campus, someone they think is too full of himself or whatever, and humiliate him. Make him feel small, make him regret ever thinking he was better than anyone else. I made it a big contest, whoever took their target down the most pegs would get first pick of the pledge class for rush next semester," she explained, her voice barely above a whisper.
"But with what's happened this week, and how the spell's been feeding off of... of this kind of thing, I'm worried if they go through with it tonight, it could make things so much worse."
Luke's eyes widened in understanding, and he let out a shaky breath. "That's... that's incredibly dangerous, Abigail. The spell is already strong, and if it gets a taste of that kind of energy, it could become uncontrollable. We need to stop it before it starts." He groaned as the spell caught a glimpse of the things running through his mind, egging him on. "That... that's absolutely not happening. You guys have to stop this contest before it gets any further."
Abigail looked at Tilly, her expression determined. "I know. We can't let this happen. We'll have to find a way to stop it."
Tilly bit her lip, thinking. "Maybe we could tell everyone that you got cold feet and changed your mind about the contest? Or that the targets found out and are planning to retaliate or something? We just need to make sure they don't follow through with this."
Abigail nodded, her mind racing. "Yeah, that could work. At the very least, I can tell them that we have to postpone it for the foreseeable future. I can say the dean got wind of it so we have to be on our best behavior.” She said, thinking that would work well to stop the sisters’ plans and the announcement of their efforts. "I think that's a good plan," Luke agreed, but his voice was strained, as if he was struggling with something. "Just... make sure you do it quickly. Before it gets out of hand."
Abigail and Tilly nodded in unison, both understanding the urgency of the situation.
"I'll head back to the house and break the news to the girls," Abigail said, standing up from the bed. "I'll make sure they understand that the contest is off, at least for now."
"And I'll make sure Luke’s okay before I head out," Tilly added, looking at Luke with concern. "You want to be alone when you've... finished, right?" she asked, her voice awkward but sincere.
Luke nodded, appreciative of their consideration. "Thanks, that would be... helpful," he said, his voice strained as he continued to move his hand in slow, steady motions.
Abigail gave Tilly a reassuring smile before turning to leave. "I'll see you both later, then. Good luck," she said, before closing the door behind her.
Tilly turned back to Luke, her expression serious. "Are you... sure you'll be okay?
You don't want me to stay and... help or anything?" Tilly asked, her voice filled with concern.
Luke shook his head, trying to keep his voice steady despite the growing intensity of the spell within him. "No, it's okay, Tilly. I need to... finish this alone. It's a delicate balance, and I need to focus."
Tilly nodded, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Okay, I get it. I'll let you know when I'm back at the house and everything is under control.
Tilly gave a small nod, her eyes lingering on Luke for a moment before she turned and left the room, closing the door behind her.
Luke let out a sigh of relief, his body tensing as he focused on the sensation of his hand moving against his skin.
As he worked, he continued to think through the plan they had come up with. It was a start, at least.
They had a plan for the parties, and a loose idea of how to manage the spell during the week. But Luke knew they still had a lot of work to do if they wanted to keep this thing under control.
He closed his eyes, focusing on the power coursing through him. It was like a living thing, writhing and twisting, eager to be let loose. He could feel it pushing against his boundaries, trying to break free. But he held firm, channeling its energy into the task at hand.
As he worked, he thought about the upcoming parties. They would need to be careful, make sure the spell didn't get too much of a foothold.
But with Abigail and Tilly on board, he had a better chance of controlling it. He was already feeling more in control than he had in days.
The spell's energy hummed beneath his skin, eager and hungry. It pushed against his boundaries, testing them, looking for a weakness. But Luke was ready. He held firm, his grip steady, channeling the energy where he wanted it to go.
“Listen, buddy,” He whispered, his voice shaky as he addressed the spell. “I know you aren’t trying to cause trouble, you’re just trying to survive. I get that. But that means I’ll need your help, need you to stay calm, not cause troubles. Okay? You need to listen to me, and I’ll do my best to listen to you. For better or for worse, we’re in this together, little guy.” Luke murmured as he felt the spell’s power shift and pulse within him. He could sense its curiosity, its urge to explore and understand. He decided to take advantage of this newfound connection, to try and communicate with the spell on a deeper level.
“Tell me, what do you really want? What’s your purpose?” Luke asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he continued his task. The spell seemed to perk up at the question, its energy shifting and pulsing in response.
“You want to be useful, don’t you? You want to serve a purpose, to have a reason for existing.” Luke ventured, his voice soft and soothing.
“The question is, how do we reconcile that with what we need from you? How can we give you a purpose that satisfies your nature, but doesn’t cause harm?”
The spell seemed to absorb his words, its power swirling and churning within him. After a moment, Luke had the distinct sensation of the spell’s intent shifting, as if it was considering his words.
”What if... what if we made you a guardian, of sorts?” Luke suggested, his mind racing with the idea. “What if we gave you the task of protecting people? Of keeping them safe and happy? Rather than pulling out desire from them, you could help them feel comfortable with themselves and their own feelings.” He moaned as the spell reacted to that idea. “Yeah, you could be like the guardian spell of all the kinky and queer people on campus, anyone who needs a little help feeling comfortable without pushing them too far.” Luke suggested, his voice strained as he continued to channel the spell's power, his eyes closed tight.
He could feel the spell's energy shifting, a curious hum resonating within him. It seemed to like the idea, to be intrigued by the concept of being a protector rather than an instigator.
"Yeah, that could work," Luke murmured, his hand moving in slow, steady circles as he worked to keep the spell under control. "But we need to set some boundaries. You can't just walk around making people feel good willy-nilly.
We need to make sure that you're only helping people who want and need that help. And we need to make sure that you're not pushing them too far, not making them do anything they don't want to do. Do you understand?" Luke said, his voice firm despite the chaos raging within him.
The spell's energy seemed to pulse in response, a slow, steady beat that matched the rhythm of Luke's hand. It was as if it was considering his words, weighing the possibilities.
Luke took a deep breath, trying to maintain control. "And we need to make sure that you're not just helping people because they're hot or powerful or whatever.
You need to help people who truly need it, who are hurting or struggling," Luke added, his voice tight as he continued to channel the spell's energy.
He could feel the spell's power shifting and pulsing within him, as if it was considering his words. After a moment, he felt a strange sensation, like a presence pressing against his mind, trying to communicate with him.
"Yes," the spell seemed to whisper in his mind, its voice like the crackling of dry leaves. “I want to help. I want to serve a purpose, to make people happy and safe. I want to make you happy with me.” He felt the energy swirl, almost like a dog wagging its tail. “But, master, I am, much like you, not fully in control. I cannot stop what the girl has set in motion, not truly, not yet. She has made a fundamental contract, one that involves all of you three now.” The spell whispered in Luke's mind, its voice like the rustling of dry leaves.
Luke's eyes flew open, his heart pounding in his chest. "What do you mean?" he gasped, his hand stilling for a moment.
"The spell, the one that the girl, Abigail, cast. It is a fundamental part of my being now, part of the contract that binds us all." The spell replied, its voice tinged with regret. “It may not have been her intention but she must come into alignment with her desires, with the path she has set upon. There is no undoing what has yet to be done and she has not satisfied her terms.” Luke's heart pounded in his chest as he tried to process the spell's words.
"What terms? What did she agree to?" Luke demanded, his voice shaking with urgency.
"The spell is tied to her desires, her wants and needs. She bound herself to it when she cast it, and now it is a part of her. It will manifest her desires, her darker ones, and it will feed off of that." The spell explained, its voice heavy with portent.
"But she didn't mean to do this," Luke argued, his brow furrowed in confusion. “Those… those desires she felt, she said they weren’t really hers, that she couldn’t control them. We thought they were you.” Luke's eyes widened as he digested the spell's words, his mind racing with the implication. “You mean… Abigail wants to… control me? Humiliate me?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. The very idea made him feel sick to his stomach.
The spell's energy pulsed within him, a slow, steady beat that matched the rhythm of his heart. “Yes and no. The spell is a manifestation of her darker desires, the ones she pushed down and locked away. It is not that she wishes to control and humiliate you, that was her shield, a facade. What she really wants, no, needs… is you to do that to her.” The spell engaged his hand again, continuing his steady strokes.
Luke's eyes widened as he processed the revelation. "But... that's not possible. Abigail would never—”
Abigail's voice rang out from the other side of the door, interrupting his thoughts. "Luke, it's me. Let me in, we need to talk." Her knock was urgent, and Luke could hear the tremble in her voice.
Luke quickly zipped up his jeans and opened the door, his chest heaving with the residual effects of the spell's power. Abigail stepped inside, her eyes scanning the room cautiously before meeting Luke's gaze.
"Luke, I...
I need your help," Abigail said, her voice trembling as she looked at Luke with a mix of fear and desperation. "I can't control it, Luke. I can't control the spell, or the... the things I feel when it's around me. I don't know what's real and what's not, and I'm so scared that I'm going to do something terrible," she confessed, her eyes filled with tears.
Luke could see the genuine anguish in her eyes, and he felt a pang of sympathy for her. He knew that she was genuinely terrified and in over her head.
He couldn't just shut her out now. "Come in, sit down," Luke said, gesturing to a chair beside his desk. Abigail entered the room, her steps hesitant and unsure as she moved to sit down. Luke sat on the edge of his bed, trying to keep as much distance between them as possible while still being in the same room.
"Talk to me, Abigail. What's going on?" Luke asked, his voice soft and calm. He wanted to make sure she felt safe and comfortable enough to open up to him.
Abigail took a deep breath, her hands twisted together in her lap.
"It's just... it's all so confusing. I feel like I'm being torn apart, like there are two different people fighting for control inside of me. One is the Abigail you know, the one who runs the sorority, who loves to be in charge, to keep everything under control. And then there's... there's this other side of me, the one that's been screaming since the spell took over. The one that wants... things." She trailed off, her eyes darting away from Luke's gaze.
Luke waited a moment before speaking, giving Abigail space to collect her thoughts.
"What kind of things?" he asked softly, encouraging her to open up.
Abigail's cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink, and she looked down at her hands, twisting her fingers together in her lap. "Things I never thought I wanted," she admitted quietly. "Things that scare me, but also... excite me. I never understood how people could enjoy being... dominated, but now, it's all I can think about. I dream about it, Luke.
About you. About you doing things to me that I never thought I'd want. Things that make me feel alive, things that make me feel... free. But it's not just that. It's also the fear, the uncertainty. The not knowing what's going to happen next. It's intoxicating, and it's terrifying, and I can't seem to shake it. I thought I could just ignore it, just push it down like I always do. But the spell... it won't let me. It's getting worse, Luke.
I'm scared I'm going to say or do something that I'll regret, something that I can't take back," Abigail confessed, her voice trembling with emotion. She looked up at Luke, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and desperation. "I don't want to hurt you, Luke. I don't want to hurt anyone. But I don't know how to stop this."
Luke felt a pang of sympathy for Abigail. He could see the genuine fear and confusion in her eyes, and he knew that she was genuinely struggling.
He took a deep breath, trying to sort through his own jumbled thoughts and emotions. He couldn’t deny that a part of him was still drawn to her, even knowing what she had done to him. But he also knew that he couldn’t trust her completely, not yet.
“Look, Abigail, I don’t know exactly what’s going on here either,” he began, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him, despite still not having achieved completion. “But I was… working with the spell. And it said some things that line up with what you’re saying and feeling.” Luke said, his mind still processing the implications of the spell’s revelation. He wasn’t sure what to believe or trust anymore, but he knew one thing for sure, Abigail needed help.
Abigail looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise and confusion. “What do you mean? It talked to you? The spell?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Luke nodded, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Yeah, I was… communicating with it. Trying to understand its nature and how we can work together. It said… it said that you have darker desires, things you’ve been pushing down and ignoring.
It said that the spell is a manifestation of those desires, and that you want... want me to…” Luke trailed off, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment and discomfort.
Abigail’s eyes widened in shock and denial. “What? No, that can’t be true. I would never—”
Luke held up a hand to stop her. “I know, Abigail. I do. And I’m not saying that you did this on purpose, or that you’re a bad person. But the spell is a part of you now, and we need to figure out how to deal with it.
We can't just ignore it or wish it away," Luke said, his voice gentle but firm. He saw the denial in her eyes, but he also saw the fear and the pain. He knew that she was genuinely conflicted, genuinely suffering.
Abigail looked down at her hands, her fingers twisting together in her lap. "I don't know how to do this, Luke. I don't know how to accept this part of myself, how to live with it. I'm scared that if I let it out, if I give in to these feelings, I'll lose control.
I'll become someone I don't recognize, someone I don't want to be," Abigail said, her voice trembling with emotion. "And I'm scared that if I don't let it out, if I keep pushing it down, it'll consume me. It'll take over and I'll lose myself completely."
Luke looked at Abigail, his heart aching for her. He knew that she was genuinely struggling, genuinely terrified. He wanted to help her, to find a way to ease her pain and give her control over her own mind and body again. But he also knew that this was a delicate situation, one that required careful handling.
He couldn't just rush in and take control, not without her consent and trust. He needed to build that trust, to earn it, and to give her the space and support she needed to make her own choices.
"Abigail, look at me," Luke said, his voice soft and steady. "You're not alone in this. I'm here, and I'm going to help you. But we need to take this one step at a time, okay? We need to figure out how to manage this power, how to keep it from hurting us or anyone else.
And we also need to figure out how to help you find a balance, how to integrate this part of yourself into your life without losing who you are." Luke said, his voice soothing as he tried to reassure Abigail.
Abigail looked up at him, her eyes filled with gratitude and relief. "I don't know what I would do without you, Luke," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know I haven't been... kind to you in the past. But I want you to know that I do care about you. I do value you.
And I’m grateful that you’re willing to help me, even after everything I’ve put you through,” Abigail said, her voice thick with emotion. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. “So, what do we do now?”
Luke looked at her, his expression serious. “First, we need to agree on some ground rules. We can’t just jump into this without some safety measures in place. What do you think?”
Abigail nodded, her expression determined. “Like what?”
“Well, first off, we need to establish a safe word.
Something you can say if things start to get out of hand, or if you feel like you're losing control," Luke said, his voice steady and calm. "That way, I know when to stop, when to rein things in."
Abigail nodded, her brow furrowed as she considered the suggestion. "Okay, yeah, that makes sense. How about... 'red'? That's a pretty standard safe word, right?" she asked, her voice tentative.
Luke nodded in agreement. "That works. Simple and clear. Now, we also need to establish some boundaries. Things that are off-limits, things that you don't want to explore or experience.
And we also need to discuss what you do want to try, what you're curious about. That way, we can make sure that we're both on the same page and that neither of us is crossing any lines that we're not comfortable with," Luke explained, his voice gentle but firm.
Abigail nodded, her expression thoughtful as she considered what boundaries she wanted to set. "Okay, so off-limits would be anything that involves hurting someone else, or making someone do something they don't want to do. And anything that involves public humiliation or punishment, I won’t lie and say the fantasy isn’t hot but… it’s not what I want," she said, her voice steady and sure.
"Good. And what about things you're curious about?
Things you might want to explore?" Luke asked, trying to encourage her to open up and share her desires.
Abigail took a deep breath, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "I think... I think I want to explore submission. The idea of giving up control, of letting someone else take the lead, it's... it's appealing to me. I want to see what it feels like to just let go and trust someone else to take care of me," she admitted, her voice soft and hesitant.
Luke nodded, his expression understanding and supportive. "That's perfectly valid, Abigail.”
“And really, the part that’s hardest for me to admit or accept… is the humiliation, the need to be made to do things I’d never want to do and to love doing them. I mean, I don’t think I’ve ever cum harder than when you were watching me through the spell, fucking myself with a dirty toilet brush. It was insane… but it felt so good. So perfectly filthy.” She moaned as she admitted her desires out loud, even glancing at the couple pairs of shoes she’d cleaned with her tongue earlier that day. "I know it's not exactly something to be proud of, but it's the truth," Abigail whispered, her eyes cast downward.
Luke nodded, running a hand through his hair, thinking deeply about her confession. He felt a pang of responsibility toward her, knowing that she was vulnerable and in need of guidance. "Abigail, there's nothing wrong with exploring your desires, as long as it's consensual and safe. The key is to find a balance, to enjoy what you're doing without losing sight of who you are. We need to make sure that your needs and boundaries are respected.” He took a deep breath before he continued. “But I won’t lie, Abigail. That sounds really, really fucking hot. I honestly might need you to keep me in check as much as I help you.” His voice tight and breathy, very aware of the fact that Abigail showed up again before he could cum.
Luke cleared his throat, regaining control over himself before continuing. "Alright, so, we're on the same page there. Now, let's talk about how we can start exploring this in a safe and controlled environment. We can't just dive in headfirst, not with the spell involved. We need to build up to it, slowly and carefully." Luke said, his eyes scanning Abigail's face, looking for any signs of discomfort or hesitation.
Abigail nodded in agreement, her eyes meeting his with determination. "I know, I know. I'm not stupid, Luke. I understand that this is a delicate situation, and we need to be careful. But I trust you, Luke, I really do. And I know that I want this, and I think you might too.” She whispered, trailing off as she took in the sight of his hard bulge.
She bit her lip, eyes widening as she remembered want to know what it felt like to suck him off earlier in the day. His groan pulled her out of her thoughts.
“Luke, I think that maybe, we need to help each other out a bit before the party tonight,” she said, her voice soft despite the desire burning in her eyes.
Luke nodded, his jaw clenched as he fought to maintain control. “You’re right. I don’t think I could control myself, certainly not the spell as I am right now. But Abigail, I need to know, are you sure about this? About wanting to explore this side of yourself?
Luke’s voice was strained, his body tense with desire and frustration. Abigail had been right; he couldn’t keep going like this, not without losing control. They needed to release some of the tension, to find a way to work together and help each other.
Abigail looked up at him, her eyes shining with a mix of excitement and uncertainty. “I am,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want to do this, Luke. I want to… explore this side of me, with you. I trust you.”
Luke took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “Alright, how do you want to start? Or am I supposed to start, since you’re like, um, the submissive one?” He groaned, biting his hand as the desire flared up in his body. He didn’t want to lose control, not until he was sure Abigail was safe, and they had an understanding. “Maybe we start with something simple. Something easy. Maybe you tell me what you want, and I do it.”
Abigail looked up at him, her eyes wide. “Like what?”
Luke’s mind raced. He didn’t want to push her too far, too fast, but he wanted to ease the tension between them. “Maybe you tell me how you want me to touch you. Where you want me to touch you.” He said, his voice ragged with desire. He felt himself slipping away, needing to figure out how to release this pressure soon. He moved over next to her on the bed, using a quick hand motion to lock the door. “And maybe I could, start off by kissing you.” Abigail’s voice trembled with a mix of excitement and nervousness, her eyes meeting Luke's. Her cheeks were flushed a delicate shade of pink, her lips parted slightly as she awaited his response.
Luke looked into her eyes, his own expression betraying how close he was to giving in, to taking her for himself. “That sounds like a good place to start.” He leaned in closer to her neck. “And we’ll see where it goes.” Luke's voice was ragged, his breath hot on her neck, his lips brushing against her skin. He could feel the spell's energy pulsing beneath her skin, resonating with his own desire. He leaned in, his lips finding hers, and he kissed her, his hands gripping her hair, his tongue pushing between her lips.
Abigail moaned softly, her body pressing against his, her own hands clutching at his shirt. She kissed him back, her tongue meeting his, her body aching with need. She could feel the spell's energy surging within her, a dark desire that matched her own.
As their tongues danced together, she felt a sense of relief and excitement. This was what she wanted, what she needed. Luke's hands roamed over her body, his touch firm and confident. He cupped her breasts, squeezing them through the fabric of her shirt.
Abigail gasped, breaking the kiss. "Fuck, Luke, that feels so good." She moaned, arching her back to push her breasts further into his hands.
Luke smiled, a wicked glint in his eyes. "You like that, huh? You like being manhandled?" He growled, his voice low and rough with desire.
"Fuck, Abigail, I want to tear your clothes off and fuck you so hard you can't walk straight for a week."
Abigail's breath hitched, her pussy clenching at his words. "Yes, please. I want that. I want you to fuck me, Luke. I want you to make me feel good." She whimpered, her body aching with need.
Luke groaned, his eyes darkening with lust. "Not yet, baby.
I want to make you beg for it first," Luke growled, his voice thick with desire as he squeezed her breasts harder, his thumbs rubbing against her hard nipples. "I want to make you fucking scream for it." "Please, Luke, I need you. I need you to fuck me. Make me your dirty little whore," she begged, her voice husky with desire.
Luke's eyes darkened, and he released her breasts, only to grab her wrists and pin them above her head.
He held them there with one hand, while his other hand snaked down to her waist and yanked her shirt up, revealing her stomach and the swell of her breasts in her bra.
"You want to be a dirty little whore? Let's see if you can handle it." He growled, his voice thick with lust. He gripped the edge of her bra with his teeth and pulled, tearing the delicate fabric clean off her body. Her breasts spilled out, the nipples already hard and eager for attention.
Abigail gasped, her back arching as Luke's mouth closed over one nipple, sucking and biting it lightly.
She moaned, her hips bucking against the bed as Luke's free hand slid down her stomach, over her jeans, and began to rub her pussy through the denim.
"Oh fuck, that's so good," Abigail panted, her eyes closed, her head thrown back as Luke's tongue swirled around her nipple. She could feel the spell's energy pulsing in time with Luke's touch, amplifying her pleasure.
Luke looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. "You like that, don't you? You like it when I make you feel good.
I bet you'd like it even more if I made you feel bad. If I made you do things you wouldn't normally do," Luke murmured against her breast, his teeth grazing her sensitive nipple just enough to send a jolt of electricity through her.
Abigail's eyes flew open, her breath hitching in her throat. she whispered, her body tensing as she felt a thrill of fear mixed with excitement.
Luke looked up at her, a wicked smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
"You think that’s all I’ve got, princess? You wanna play rough? Let’s fucking play rough." He growled, his voice thick with lust and desire. He pushed her back onto the bed, his body pinning her down as he leaned in to whisper in her ear. "You want to be a good little slut for me? You want to do what I tell you to, without question?"
Abigail's breath hitched, her body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. She could feel the spell's energy pulsing within her, urging her on, pushing her to submit to Luke's will.
She wanted this, needed this. She wanted to be his dirty little whore, his plaything, his everything. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she whispered, "Yes, Luke. I want to be your good little slut. Tell me what to do."
Luke's eyes darkened with lust and possession. He smiled, his voice low and dangerous. "Good girl. Now, take off your fucking pants. Slowly."
Abigail hesitated for a moment, her eyes locked onto Luke's.
She could see the raw hunger in his gaze, the primal need that made her heart race and her pussy clench. She reached down with trembling hands and slowly unbuttoned her jeans. She pushed them down her hips, inch by agonizing inch, until they were pooled around her ankles. She kicked them off, leaving her in nothing but her socks and a black thong that had matched the bra.
Luke's eyes roamed over her body, taking in every curve and line. He licked his lips, his cock straining against his jeans, desperate to be released.
"Fuck, you look so fucking sexy, Abigail. So fucking perfect." He growled, his voice thick with desire. He leaned down, his tongue flicking out to trace the edge of her thong. She whimpered, her hips bucking up to meet his mouth. "Please, Luke. I need more." She begged, her voice thick with lust.
Luke chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. "I told you to take off your pants, not your underwear. Are you trying to be a bad girl?" He teased, his fingers hooking into the elastic of her thong. She bit her lip, her eyes wide as she nodded.
I want to be a bad girl for you. I want you to punish me."
Luke's eyes darkened, his cock throbbing in response to her words. He grabbed the waistband of her thong and ripped it off in one swift motion, exposing her bare pussy to his gaze.
"Fucking beautiful," he growled, his hand immediately going to her pussy, his fingers sliding through her wet folds. "So wet for me, aren't you? Such a filthy little slut."
Abigail moaned, her hips bucking against his hand, desperate for more. "Yes, fuck, yes.
I am. I'm a dirty little slut for you, Luke. Please, make me your filthy little whore." Abigail begged, her voice thick with lust and desperation.
Luke's eyes darkened, his cock throbbing painfully in his jeans. He needed to be inside her, to claim her, to make her his. "You want to be my filthy little whore? You want me to use you like a fucking toy?" He growled, his fingers thrusting into her pussy, curling to hit her g-spot.
Abigail screamed, her back arching off the bed as Luke's fingers worked her into a frenzy.
Her head was a whirlwind of thoughts and sensations, the spell's energy pulsing within her, amplifying her pleasure. She could feel it, a dark presence pushing her to submit, to give herself over to Luke completely.
"That's it, baby. You're doing so good," Luke groaned, his voice thick with lust. He could feel her wetness coating his fingers, could feel her muscles clenching around him as he fucked her with his hand. "But you know what? I think you can take more than just my fingers."
Abigail's eyes flew open, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"I want... I need your cock, Luke. Please, fuck me with your cock. Make me feel it, make me feel you, deep inside me." Her voice was a desperate plea, her body writhing beneath him, her hips pushing up to meet his hand.
Luke groaned, his cock throbbing painfully in his jeans. He couldn't take any more of this teasing, not if he wanted to keep his sanity. He quickly unbuttoned his pants, shoving them down along with his boxers, freeing his cock. It sprang out, hard and ready, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.
Abigail's eyes widened in anticipation, her pussy clenching at the sight of his cock.
"Oh, fuck yes," she moaned, her fingers already reaching for him, eager to touch, to stroke.
Luke grabbed her wrist, stopping her. You're not in control here. I am." His voice was a low growl, laced with lust and dominance.
Abigail's breath hitched, her eyes locked onto his. She could see the raw hunger and desire in his gaze, and it sent a thrill of excitement through her.
She nodded, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "I understand. I'm yours to command."
Luke smiled, a wicked, dangerous smile that sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine. He released her wrist, only to grab her other one, pinning both of her arms above her head. He held her there with one hand, while the other went to his cock, stroking it slowly, teasingly.
"Look at that, Abigail. Look at what you do to me. Look at how hard I am for you." Luke's voice was a low, husky growl as he stroked himself, his cock swollen and throbbing with need. Abigail's eyes were glued to the sight of his hand moving up and down his shaft, her own body aching with desire.
"Please, Luke," she begged, her voice trembling with need. "I need to touch you. I need to taste you."
Luke chuckled, a dark, dangerous sound that sent shivers down Abigail's spine. "Patience, my little slut. I'll let you touch me, but only when I say so.
And only if you're a good little slut for me. Luke growled, his grip on her wrists tightening as he watched her squirm beneath him.
Abigail nodded eagerly, her body trembling with anticipation. "Yes, Luke. I understand. I'll be good. I promise."
Luke smiled, a cruel, wicked smile that made her heart pound with both fear and desire. He released her wrists and sat back on his heels, his cock standing proud and erect before her. “Now, I want you to open your mouth and stick out your tongue. Taste what you’ve been craving since day one, since you first tried to fuck me over with my own spell book.” He growled with lust and dominance. Abigail whimpered, her eyes locked onto his massive cock, her tongue already aching to taste him. She did as instructed, parting her lips and sticking out her tongue, ready to receive him.
Luke smirked, his cock twitching with anticipation. He gripped the base of his shaft and guided it towards her open mouth, a slow, torturous tease. "Come on, you filthy little slut. Stick that tongue out further. Let me see how eager you are for my cock."
Abigail complied, her tongue stretching out further, her eyes never leaving his cock.
She could see the pre-cum glistening on the tip, and she knew it would taste salty and sweet on her tongue. She moaned, a low, needy sound that vibrated against his cock.
Luke groaned, his grip tightening on his shaft. "Fuck, that's a good girl. Now, take it in your mouth. Take me in nice and slow. Show me how hungry you are for my cock."
Abigail opened her mouth wider, her lips parting to accommodate his girth. She stuck her tongue out further, and Luke slowly pushed the head of his cock into her mouth.
Abigail moaned around him, her tongue swirling around the tip as she tasted his pre-cum for the first time. It was salty and bitter, but also sweet and intoxicating. She wanted more.
"Fuck, that's it, baby," Luke groaned, his hips moving forward, pushing more of his cock into her mouth. "You look so fucking hot with my cock in your mouth. Such a good little slut, aren't you?"
Abigail moaned in response, her eyes watering as she took more of him into her mouth. She relaxed her throat, feeling him slide deeper, until his cockhead hit the back of her throat.
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