Endless Blossom

"Alright, so, good news."

You raise an eyebrow. Because with a sentence like that—from her mouth, good news could be anything but.

"Just hear me out!" Magenta insists as her wand moves quickly through the air, pressing the tip against your nose. "Just listen—"

"What kind of good news..."

Magenta smiles widely, continuing. "I found us a new place. Right in the middle of Akihabara, near the station. For a month at least."

"Isn't that an expensive area?"

Magenta shrugs, stretching out on the hotel couch. "Isn't anywhere else? Look, we've been traveling all around Japan for weeks. Or days, depending on the way you see it. Doesn't matter, we could use a place to relax, regroup, rest, you name it."

"Then what's the catch?"

"How many times do I have to tell you, there's no catch—"

"Really."

"I'm serious. Totally, 100%, absolutely, positively—"

"Which is really 33%. I can't believe anything that comes out of your mouth."

Magenta flicks her wand, aiming it at her clothing with a smirk. As she does, a flash of bright light envelopes her frame. Seconds later, it's gone—along with all her clothes, leaving her bare, right in front of you. You're caught off-guard as always, staring in silence, eyes roaming her now-nude body.

"Sorry, what were we talking about?"

She laughs, twirling her wand in hand before tapping the tip against her chest, over the spot above her left breast. She says nothing, feeling the impact on her own body from the tip of her wand.

"What did you just cast on yourself?" you ask with a tilt of your head, breaking the silence, gaze glued on her flawless chest.

Once Magenta slides over close, she barely leaves a breath of space between you. "Sensitivity charm. For pleasure. If I even breathe, it's like my body goes nuts. Especially my nipple piercings."

The tip of her wand runs circles over the silver stud, eliciting a soft whine, bringing a devilish smile to Magenta's lips as the wand continues.

"You're fucking crazy," you manage as her grin gets wider and your cock throbs painfully behind your tight jeans, craving to feel her body against yours.

"Really, truly, the worst," Magenta agrees, her wand moving between your legs. You jolt the tiniest amount as the pressure grows, but a little flick is all it takes. Poof.

"The hell did you—"

"Relax. I cast the same spell on you. But obviously it works a little differently. Think of it like a cock ring with an on/off switch. But you don't have to wear anything…" Magenta says, trailing off.

"Didn't we have things to do today...?" you ask, despite knowing there won't be any actual productive outcome.

"Don't you worry your pretty little head. Today's on me. The only thing you have to do is right in front of your face."

You sigh. And you want to protest, but that's hard to do when Magenta is already dropping on her knees in front of you, wand in hand, while you struggle to relax on the couch.

"Old fashioned way or magic?"

"I swear, you and that goddamn wand... why ask if you already know the answer?"

"I'll surprise you then."

With a quick flick of her wand, Magenta has your cock out and hard as rock, length throbbing between her dainty fingers, clothes all neatly set on the couch beside you. She slides the tip of her wand across the slit of your cockhead, dragging it down slowly to the base.

"Magenta, what the hell—"

"Endurance spell," she explains as she pumps her grip lightly along your hard shaft. "Can't let you blow all over me too fast now. Also increases ejaculation volume. And taste."

"There's no fucking way those are real spells."

Magenta gives the swollen head of your cock a gentle squeeze, taking it in her delicate grip. A wet swipe of her tongue up your shaft silences any doubts or concerns.

"I can do amazing things to your cock. Make you cum like a fountain, make you last for hours," she goes on, dragging her tongue along your stiff length going all the way from tip to base. "Magic lets me do that. I can make every sensation feel a thousand times more intense, like I've edged you for hours without even trying. The only thing I can't cast is an 'improved size' spell, but luckily you don't need that."

Another lick, before a sudden kiss to your sensitive cockhead. It's light enough to tease, light enough to make you want more as her tongue circles the very tip, lips parting, until she slides you into her mouth.

As your length disappears inside Magenta's warm mouth, you groan in satisfaction, leaning back against the cushions, watching her on her knees, taking you deeper.

"Fucking hell, Genta..."

It's all you can get out. With each little twist of her hand, Magenta bobs her head on your shaft, pushing inch after inch down her throat until she's got every bit of you trapped behind her lips. She relaxes around your shaft, plunging down to the base, nose hitting your stomach and staying put until you can hardly breathe.

"My poor little muggle," Magenta says as she lifts her lips free with a wet pop, admiring the string of spit still connecting her to your cock. "Never stood a chance."

"You—"

She cuts you off by wrapping her lips around you again, the return of that sinful warmth too good, too much, too soon.

Up, down, her lips don't let up, cheeks hollow as she sucks, taking you whole down her mouth with every motion. Every time you try and relax into the pleasure, Magenta switches gears on you. From the slow, gentle pace, to the intensity of a true pro, slobbering over your shaft, focusing on the head while her tongue swirls, leaving her mouth just long enough to kiss her way down your aching cock.

"What the fuck was that charm you cast—"

Magenta slathers spit on your length, making a show of how proud she is to get your cock so messy.

"I told you. It increases sensations, lets you really feel it. Feels like I've been doing this for hours when it's only been a few minutes," Magenta purrs. "Imagine how good you'll feel when it's my pussy swallowing your cock instead."

The imagery is enough to do you in.

Once you slip back out, Magenta slaps your spit-soaked shaft against her tongue, taking it down with ease, swallowing you all up. Hands on your thighs for leverage, she stares up, lips sealed tight, ensuring every movement is absolute bliss.

The urge to explode is stronger than ever, amplified by Magenta's magic—a single lick sets you ablaze, and a long drag back to the base feels like it's enough to end everything.

"So good," Magenta groans, latching her lips onto your balls, using her tongue to drown them in her saliva before engulfing your entire length back in her mouth. All you can do is gasp for breath as you watch the blur in your lap, nails digging into your thighs, your cock throbbing and desperate for release.

"Feels so fucking good, doesn't it sweetheart?" Magenta asks, letting spit drip from her chin as she jerks you off in hand, eyes looking up at you for an answer. One you can't give, because she quickly wraps her lips around the head of your cock.