Dungeons and Dalliances

2.10 – Illusion Training

Natalie closed the bathroom stall door, heart pounding. She could feel the heat on her face, radiating from her. Why was she so excited? And how suspicious had she looked, fleeing through the hallways in her rush for privacy?

Maybe they’d assumed she’d worked up a sweat? That she was flushed for a normal reason? She hoped so.

Swallowing, finally in the freedom of a private bathroom stall, she took stock of her situation. Why was she doing this? Sure, the idea to use her illusions in a lewd way had merit as a unique, shocking implementation of the skill, but she’d be lying if she said that was the primary reason she’d rushed off. Her heart slammed a little too hard for even her to believe that.

And why had Jordan been the person who’d manifested back in the courtyard? Natalie had vaguely been trying to summon a ‘sexy image’, so her thoughts shouldn’t have turned to Jordan. Those stupid kisses … and the grinding session from yesterday … were really having an effect on Natalie. A devastating one. Even if Jordan was willing to help Natalie out with her class, Natalie shouldn’t be wondering what she looked like naked.

Or felt like. Or tasted like.

She shook the thoughts away.

Experimentation.

She had tests to carry out. Maybe she couldn’t lie to herself and say that this idea was completely for practical reasons, but it did have a functional purpose. The inappropriate image had been so much easier to conjure than others. Why?

The answer seemed obvious. Her class was ‘Paladin of Lust’. She could advance her skills by kissing and groping other girls. Of course her [Illusion] spell would be inclined to images of that variety. That Natalie hadn’t considered it before this point was ridiculous. Proof, even, that she was failing to confront the reality of her situation. Consider the strengths and weaknesses of her class.

A bit shaky, Natalie strained her ears, checking if she was still alone. Hearing nothing, she crouched down and peered under the line of stall walls, making certain.

No shoes, so all clear. She stood and took a steadying breath.

Time to test, then.

Going through the process, Natalie focused her mind, then siphoned mana from that enigmatic resource pool. She took a combat stance and mimicked the motion of swinging a weapon, feeling ridiculous, considering she was in a bathroom stall, but the movements helped bring the spell to life.

This time, she guided the illusion with focus. She wouldn’t let Jordan intrude again. She still couldn’t believe—and was angry, and disoriented, at herself—that she had the first time.

Natalie didn’t keep it small. She let the image expand outward, as large as a person would normally be. An illusion shimmered to life in front of her, the mana she’d gathered draining from her in an inexplicably exhausting way. But the tiredness barely registered. Her eyes widened as she took in the result.

Tess—the fourth-year who’d guided Natalie through lessons this morning—stood there, in a distinct state of undress. Not naked. But maybe worse than naked. Black lingerie clung to her, brought to life from Natalie’s imagination. Her curves were on full display, not much hidden, and indeed framed by the lewd, revealing underwear Natalie had imagined her in.

She was so life-like. Her features were perfect, exactly as Natalie remembered them. That stern, commanding aura—yet not unfriendly, not haughty or rude. Assured. She wore her hair in a bun, as before. The contrasting effect of her inappropriate clothing and her professional demeanor thrilled through Natalie. Her entire body burned.

“Turn around,” she whispered.

She barely registered that she'd spoken out loud. To say she was caught up in the moment would be an understatement. Besides. Nobody was in the bathroom, and she’d hear if the door opened. She just had to be quiet.

The whispered instruction worked. Her illusion listened, turning around, revealing her ass.

Fuck. Natalie had noticed how amazing Tess’s ass was this morning, during practice, crammed into the tight Tenet uniform, but enhanced by her imagination? Adorned by lacy lingerie, and pushed out the slightest amount, because Tess had bent over, an action the illusion had taken by herself for Natalie’s viewing pleasure? It was almost painfully perfect.

How accurate was it? Was this how Tess actually looked, naked? Magic could be odd. Maybe this was her imagination, but maybe it wasn’t, the supernatural force guiding spells having appropriated her actual image. In the addled state of her arousal, she chose to believe whole heartedly that it was the second.

Was this … okay, though? There was fantasizing, then there was this. Summoning and ogling an actual image of Tess.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t care, not in the moment. The shame would come later, but for now, her cock had sprung up in her skirt, pulsing with a needy ache.

Fuck, Tess’s body was so amazing. The curve of her waist, her wide hips, that ass. She wanted to bury her face into it. Or bury something else. Something newer. Something that would enjoy the experience a lot more. Her cock throbbed at the idea.

Swallowing, Natalie reached out and tried to squeeze. It predictably didn’t work, her hand passing straight through, distorting the image as if it were made of mist. Her disappointment burned even as the illusion reformed itself.

But still. The sight alone was enough. There was so much to admire.

Natalie swallowed, feeling dizzy, then sat on the toilet seat and bunched up her skirt. Wiggling, she tugged her panties down, popping out a thick, achingly at-attention girl cock. It stood proudly, a bead of precum glistening at the top. She gripped it, letting loose a shaky breath at the relief her hand provided.

She was doing this, then. Jerking off to an image of Tess. An illusion.

Turn around, she mentally commanded. She managed to not voice it out loud, this time.

Tess turned back forward, quirking an eyebrow at Natalie in exactly the same manner she had earlier in the day. The expression teasingly said, ‘not even a please?’

So realistic. So true-to-life, many times more so than Natalie’s other experiments. Again, why? Because her aspect was ‘lust’? That had to be it.

Pull down your bra.

Tess tugged the lacy fabric down, revealing two perky nipples set on one of the most amazing pairs of tits Natalie had ever seen. She shivered in excitement, then stroked up and down, bunching foreskin as her hand traveled her cock.

It was happening, then. She was jerking off to her magic tutor in a public bathroom.

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