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Alter self was only a second-level transmutation spell. Child's play for a wizard of Gale's caliber. And full of so much delightful potential.
Gale ran his finger along the first hairy set of lips, exploring, teasing. Then he pressed further and found the inner set. He ran his finger along those lips, feeling the dip that led to his cunt, and discovering a hidden pearl.
“Ah!” Gale's back arched as he touched his clit. The pleasure was sharp and sudden and almost too much, but he rubbed it a second time before pulling his hand away. There was still so much to explore, after all.
Gale went back and dipped a tentative finger between his folds to his cunt. It slid in easily. Already he was wet and slick with arousal. Gale ran his finger around the inside, feeling the muscle even as it clenched hungrily around him.
Horny curiosity rapidly becoming replaced by pure lust, Gale slipped a second finger inside himself, unable to hold back a moan at how good that felt. He turned his wrist, twisting his fingers and plunging them in as deep as they could go.
“Oh!” Gale moaned. “Oh, that's…”
He thrust his fingers in and out, the slick sound of it filling the air.
“Gods, yes,” Gale sighed. His arousal only deepened, his cunt growing wetter.
“Please,” Gale begged breathlessly to no one. “If I could just—”
He twisted his hand again, fumbling with his thumb until it pressed clumsily against his clit. Gale gasped and jerked at the too-hard touch.
When he touched his clit again, he was careful to only lightly brush it with the pad of his thumb. A pleasant bolt of arousal shot through his body, and Gale groaned at the force of it.
Wanting and eager, Gale rubbed his clit while his two fingers stretched and flexed inside him. He ached for more, wanted something larger or deeper, but he couldn't add fingers and touch his clit at the same time.
Gale lay there, gasping as his thumb stroked that sensitive spot over and over again. Arousal wound through his body, drawing him tighter and tighter as he pleaded desperately for more.
For an agonizing eternity, he teetered on the cusp, so close and yet not quite able to tip over. In the back of Gale's mind was the quiet fear that he wouldn't be able to finish.
Then, with a shout, Gale came — an explosion of pleasure rushing through his body.
Gale lay there, panting, slowly coming back to himself with two fingers still deep in his twitching cunt. He withdrew them, whimpering at the emptiness he felt in their absence. They were soaked, covered in his own clear slick.
Without a moment to second guess his actions, Gale shoved the fingers in his mouth. He ran his tongue over them with a greedy moan, savoring his own intimate taste.
Reluctantly, he pulled his fingers away, freeing up his mouth to summon a mage hand.
The glowing blue construct shimmered into being and immediately sank two fingers into Gale's waiting cunt.
‘After all,’ Gale thought, as he groaned at once again being filled, ‘what was the point of magic if you didn't use it?’