Recurrence

"What are we even doing here?"

"What do you think, silly?" Magenta replies, pointing her wand at the heavy door of the library. "We're breaking into the restricted section."

"I got that much," you sigh, deeply. "But what the hell are we planning on doing in there? This seems like a terrible idea. To put it lightly."

"All my best ideas are. Now, be a good boy and don't fall behind. Follow me," she says, jabbing her wand a bit more forcefully towards the ancient door. A jolt fires out, and then the heavy iron locks unbolt. "It should be open now."

"Hold on—won't there be somebody in there, at least? Someone making sure no students are reading forbidden magic or whatever?"

"Probably," Magenta shrugs, still in that nonchalant tone. "This is why I need you. So you can be my big, strong bodyguard while I grab the things I need."

"Is that what I am?"

Magenta nods enthusiastically, opening the heavy iron door wide to grant access. "What else? Someone's got to protect me. From danger. And keep my secrets."

You raise an eyebrow. "What secrets?"

Magenta gives a mischievous grin in reply, pointing her wand between your legs. "Your big cock."

"You're so weird."

"You wouldn't hang out with me if I wasn't."

Magenta whispers something incomprehensible, touching the glowing tip of her wand to her chest. A split-second later, a familiar spark surges into her, enveloping her in a faint glow before fading. Now, like you, she's invisible, but not perfectly—were one to get very close and personal, they would notice her figure, maybe catch her shadow. "Come on, before our spells wear off. Library should be deserted right now, especially this late."

Both of you slip past the heavy, creaking door into the narrow library entry hall, Magenta a step ahead, a chill running over your bodies as the cold atmosphere hits.

"Try not to make any noise," Magenta murmurs, guiding the pair of you forward with her glowing wand in hand.

It is, without surprise, eerily silent once you get inside the depths of the library proper. A faint creak echoes from elsewhere in the building, muffled behind rows of bookshelves. Apart from that, the inside is desolate.

The light in here is much lower than in the main areas, lit by moonlight that spills through windows near the ceilings, leaving everything faintly illuminated. You follow, matching Magenta's every step as she takes the lead, her wand giving off the best source of light.

Neither of you say much, continuing forward until you get dragged down into the depths, behind rows of dusty shelves with tattered books of all ages stacked to the ceiling. Your heart races with anticipation. No turning back, no second chance if caught. Every misstep feels tenfold. Even if invisible, not making a single sound seems near impossible.

"First obstacle," she whispers, stopping, wand lifted high as she examines the shelves. "This would be much easier if they hadn't restricted everything. Always have to think around that problem."

"What? I don't get it."

Magenta smiles, her gaze lingering on a distant stack. "In order to gain access, we have to silence the protections. And once the library knows we're in, it gets harder to bypass them."

"How do you know so much about how the restricted section works? You do this a lot?"

"Little bit. Not very many things that use these kinds of wards. So, not that often, really. A few times."

"Define 'a few'."

She stares up at you, as if to wonder when your interrogation is going to end. "Enough to know what I need to know."

You watch Magenta silently, her wand tracing small figures in the air, visible in the darkness only as a shimmer of light passing through her outstretched hand. "Some charms to silence the books and open up some pathways. Now we can head downstairs. It's where everything of interest should be located."

You sigh, following as quietly as you can down a set of stairs. Deeper into the library, and deeper into the dark, cramped labyrinth of stacks and shelves. Nothing makes noise apart from you two and a distant groan in the ceiling that makes the whole area shudder.

"Not the biggest fan of dark, creepy spaces, to be honest," you say, still able to feel Magenta's warm figure beside you. "Also the fact that this is insanely illegal doesn't exactly thrill me."

"It's kinda cute how scared you get. Just relax."

"I'm not—'

"Shh."

Magenta continues silently on her way. She clearly knows where she's going. Another spell, a small burst of sparks hits—and now another magical barrier lifted.

"Here we are," she murmurs, sauntering up to one particular row. She examines the titles for a moment, taking her time, picking through with the point of her wand. One finger travels along the spines, quietly feeling over them as she scans the faded letters.

"Q-W-E-R," she says out loud, identifying her target. "Found it!"

With the utmost care, Magenta gently pulls the volume out, using her manicured nail to run over it. A dusty, old black volume, maybe a few hundred years old at the most conservative guess.

"This one looks fun, let's give it a look," she says, shuffling through the volume open carefully. "Yes, this should do. This is a lot of magic to leave lying around, you know? The secrets of Chronomancy. We don't cover any of this in the classrooms, but there's still a bunch of secret rituals buried in these dusty volumes that have a little potential."

"Chrono-what? The hell is that?"

"Time magic," Magenta explains, flipping through the book a page at a time. "'Something no student should be allowed to dabble in. But good things tend to come from those who break the rules."

"Such as?" you ask, in spite of your apprehension—you're already being won over to her scheme.

"Lots of things," Magenta starts. "Time is just—a big ball of wibbly wobbly, timey wimey... stuff."

"Great explanation."

"We could do anything with such power," she replies, pointing her wand down at your pants again. "Endless sex."

You sigh. With not even enough effort in you to roll your eyes. "Is that the only reason we're here? So you can get railed for hours and hours on end with no care? Wouldn't I still get tired after a while?"

"I suppose. But not without a few spells that'll help."

"Spells? You know spells like that?"

"Who do you think you're asking? Spells, potions, enchantments—my specialty," Magenta replies with a giggle.

You just stare, wondering why you even bothered.

"Imagine—blowing your load in me, and then—you can go immediately right back to it. We wouldn't have a single limit. Back and forth, over and over, an unending stream of pleasure without rest. Go forever, basically."

"Can't tell if that sounds wonderful or terrifying. Would I remember it all?"

Magenta nods. "Of course. That'd be half the fun."