Chapter 77 Cum And Consequences I

• The spellbook for my homework lay forgotten, pages curling like something dead on the floor. My mind barely registered it. My hand moved fast, slick and desperate, sliding over my cock while my body trembled, back arched, breath catching in ragged gasps.
• I’d been chanting the spell for hours. It had sunk into my bones, taken root in my skin. I didn’t care anymore. I just wanted release.
• “Fuck it,” I hissed, voice cracked and shaking. “I’ll finish the spell, and I’ll finish myself.”