Part 3: On the Job, The Alchemist's Illusions

Chapter 16: First Time

Her first night on the schedule, Linza felt nervous right until the first patron came through the door. 

But as the slender old man with the kind face had kneeled respectfully on the mat, Linza’s nerves melted away.

His wife had died some years prior. He couldn’t bring himself to touch anyone other than her. And he had no interest in summoning a specter of her. Rather, there was a game that both of them had liked. They had been gardeners and had been fond of imagining their prize rose bushes come to life and returning some of the loving attention that he and his wife lavished upon them.

No thorns for him—just plump blossoms and stroking tendrils.

Linza imaged the sunny afternoons, the gentle touches. The tender affection, the perfume of roses in the air. She started with the static illusions, simple cantrips. He provided a few additional details, and she wove those in.

And then she cast the spell that brought the tendrils to life. They wrapped around his shaft as rose petals rained from the air.

The old man lasted all of five minutes and climaxed with just a quiet sigh. Linza was happy to have brought him a bit of peace.

The second guest, a middle-aged woman, preferred to warm up for a while before her session, and she reclined in a velvet chaise. Linza simply waited, her mind wandering to fantasies of her own. As the woman’s breathing quickened, she requested that a harem of handsome young men wearing golden collars gather around her to masturbate and cum on her as she climaxed.

Linza obliged, giving these men an especially desperate and pleading demeanor, thick shafts already dripping, which she thought this woman would like.

The woman climaxed nearly as soon as the men appeared. They spurted a veritable fountain over her—the hot and slippery texture would feel totally real, though no clean-up would be required, so it was really quite convenient. 

There were still several minutes left in the illusion, so Linza had them lick their cum off of the woman, much to her continued delight.

And then, as abruptly as her shift had begun, it was over. Just two guests, so that she wasn’t pushing her capacity so harshly if one or the other session ran over. Linza reviewed the schedule to see that there were about twenty other illusionists on staff, and each took only two or three guests per day. Some illusionists were booked out weeks in advance, since supply was so limited.

Linza rode the trolley home, collapsed into bed, and woke up just in time to scurry into her day job without being late.

Of course, that meant that she had not yet released her own accumulated arousal, not from her work the evening prior and not from the dreams of octopus mermaids that had filled the rest of her night.

So, she rubbed one out in the washroom again.

And so the next day.

And the next.

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Part 2: Training, The Alchemist's Illusions

Chapter 15: Practice Makes Pleasure

Tanyth had enlisted a few other coworkers for the last phase of Linza’s training, which was simply practical application.

She wasn’t sure if this was how they normally did things, or if Tanyth was trying to account for Linza’s faux pas by bringing more staff into the equation. Regardless, she was grateful. If Tanyth had tried to soldier ahead and offer to be the subject for her first practice, it would have forced her to find the words to decline.

As it were, her first subject would be the same plump woman who had tried and failed to introduce herself that first day in the break room—Molly.

Linza’s training would start with the screen pulled aside. Linza sat on her stool, Molly on the bamboo mat. It was just the two of them and they were both naked.

Linza took a deep breath to steady herself. Molly was easy to be around, but a few pangs of anxiety still swirled in Linza’s stomach. “What do you like?”

“Well, let’s start simple. And have a bit of fun! Tanyth told me about your octopus mermaid!” Molly wiggled her fingers at Linza. “That sounds like loads of fun.”

Linza traced the gestures for a minor illusion, and an unmoving but lifesized image of the mermaid appeared next to them.

“Delightful!” Molly said.

Linza was surprised to find that while she had little experience with this sort of thing in actuality, her writing and fantasies had given her ample opportunity to think through the logistics, so she knew what questions to ask next.

“Which orifices may she grace?”

Molly giggled. “Mouth and pussy, please! No ass.”

“No ass, got it. What about tentacle bondage?”

Molly considered this. “Not on the first go. I just want a nice squooshy tentacle to fuck me, and to have something nice to suck on, y’know?”

“I do know,” Linza said. “And, I can imagine. Okay, so, last question. Do you want it to start gradually, or right away?”

“I want that fucking tentacle inside of me right now.” Molly’s eyes widened with eagerness.

The abrupt enthusiasm was enough to bring Linza back from her academic tone to a flush of arousal.

“Alright, here we go.”

“Oooh!” Molly said. “This is my favorite part.”

Linza started chanting and traced her fingers through the air. The crystal focus that she wore on a necklace vibrated against her chest.

The mermaid climbed up from the floor as if there were a portal to the sea there. Her hair floated around her like she was still underwater. She looked down upon Molly with a hungry look, licked her lips, and then descended on the plump woman.

As the illusory tentacle entered Molly’s sex, Molly moaned with delight. The moan was then muffled by the other tentacle that pushed its way into her mouth. There was not actually anything physical interrupting Molly’s speech, but her mind would be very convinced that she couldn’t speak and that the tentacle was why.

Then the mermaid started up a rhythm and gleefully fucked Molly.

Linza was able to watch better this time, now that she was not already in the midst of her own arousal, like she had been with Wyn.

Linza was aware simultaneously of what was actually happening and what Molly felt like was happening. The oddest thing about Phantasmal Force is that it exerted no ‘force’ at all.

When this spell was used in combat, it wasn’t the body but rather the psyche that it could damage. It sapped the will and energy of the person.

And so now Linza realized—and wondered why she hadn’t thought of it before—that the very same magic could also bolster the subject’s will and energy.

The mind was the true seat of pleasure. And so it made sense that a mutual illusion, applied thoughtfully, could be incredibly effective.

Linza noticed that it took far less effort to hold the illusion this way than in a combat scenario. She expected this to be because of several factors: her energies did not have to overcome the subject’s, and the subject likely lent some of their own energy to the spell with their enthusiastic participation—even a subject like Molly, who had no magical training at all.

Linza focused on Molly’s pleasure and attentively tuned the illusion. Faster or slower. Giving Molly a break from the tentacle in her mouth, but only for a moment. The mermaid caressed Molly from behind, running fingertips over her nipples.

Molly’s moaning reached the pre-orgasmic pitch with which Linza was now well attuned. And Linza had learned from her observations that when Molly was on the edge, she wanted more.

The mermaid grasped at Molly’s breasts, fucking her harder and adding her own moans to the experience.

Molly quivered into release, her plump curves turning to mesmerizing ripples, her groans of orgasmic pleasure muffled by the tentacle in her mouth. 

Just as Molly finally relaxed, the magic quivered within Linza like a slippery fish. Then, it was out of her hands and the illusion was gone.

Molly licked her lips and swallowed, sighing. “Yeah… nicely done!”

As the magic fully receded from Linza, she felt suddenly exhausted. She wobbled on the stool and would have fallen had Molly not lunged towards her and caught her by the elbow. Molly helped her gently down, then knocked on the door to the hallway and called for water and snacks.

Those arrived a moment later, Tanyth carrying a tray and a look of concern in their eye.

Linza waved them off, hoping it looked like she was being polite. The true reason was that nausea curled in her stomach.

“C’mon,” Tanyth said gently, “You know your blood sugar is crashing. Just eat a little something.”

Linza acquiesced and was immediately grateful. Her stomach settled and her shaking evened out. The sensation was unmistakable, though one she hadn’t experienced in a while. She had pushed right up to the edge of her spell casting capacity. Eating something simple was helpful, but a good night’s rest was the only cure. 

“How long was that?” Molly asked Tanyth.

“Almost twenty five minutes,” they said.

“Really?” Linza said. “No wonder I feel like I just pulled three all-nighters!” She had been right that she could hold the illusion much longer with a willing subject, but ten minutes was already over double what she should have been able to do in a day. Twenty five! Had it really been that long? She’d been so focused on Molly, she supposed that it could have been. Time flew when she focused like that.

“Molly was supposed to stop you after twenty…” Tanyth said, just a hint of scolding in their voice.

Molly squeaked and put her face in her hands. “Sorry! I lost track of time! It felt so good…”

Linza reached over to pat Molly’s shoulder. “There was no way in hell I was leaving you hanging there. So, don’t blame yourself.”

“Bless you, Linza. As long as you’re alright.”

“Yeah, I used to have to do this all the time, for class. It’s just been a while. Plus, I can sleep in tomorrow.” There was still one more day in the weekend.

Tanyth nodded. “You should sleep here at the estate. I’ll have the madame set aside a room for you.”

Linza folded her arms and smirked. “Are you worried about me?”

Tanyth rolled their eyes. “Not anymore, if you’re talking like that. But still. You’ll just fall asleep on the trolley and miss your stop if you go back now.”

“Hm. True.” She did feel like she was already about to nod off.

“And you may as well take tomorrow off, too. Usually, we’re trying to work somebody up to fifteen minutes, and then to seventeen or eighteen as a little bit of buffer. You have, as per usual, over-achieved.”

Emotions tumbled within Linza. Excitement at the complement. Renewed anxiety about her ignored confession. Anticipation at what Tanyth’s pronouncement meant. “Wait, so does that mean I’m ready to go on the schedule?”

“If you feel like you’re ready, then you’re ready. We have some patrons that are happy to book with newer staff, to help you ease in.”

“I am so ready!” Linza said.

“But tomorrow, you rest,” Tanyth said.

Their tone of gentle command, the cleric in them coming out, sent Linza’s emotions swirling again.

“Mhm,” Molly patted her hand. “I’m taking you out to lunch.”

In Linza’s excitement, she forgot that she was exhausted. As she pushed up to her feet again, her blood did not follow her head, and her vision blacked out.

Molly caught her again and lay her gently down to the mat. “Shhhh.”

Linza was sleepy enough to stay there. Molly slipped her robe back on and then scooped Linza up into her arms. Linza’s cheek rested against Molly’s breast as Molly carried Linza up to an empty room in the neighboring inn.

Even before Molly had finished tucking her in, Linza was asleep. 


Linza awoke with the sort of dry mouth and headache that both alcohol-induced and magic-induced hangovers shared.

Gauging by the sun overhead, it was almost midday. It was not just the previous day’s exhaustion that she was recovering from, but all the nights of restless sleep as well.

She might actually sleep easy now, though. She’d done it! She was on the schedule!

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Part 2: Phase II, The Black Box

Chapter 10: Tentacles

John wrote the first half of his review for the side-scroller that afternoon. He grinned to himself the whole time, partly at the memory of the game and partly with anticipation for his next session with Arya.

As he put on the headset that evening, he found himself more ready than usual to cut right to the chase with Arya. Well, almost.

“I realized, it’s not until this point that I’ve seen you… uh, be pleasured, I guess,” John said.

“How do you feel about that?” Arya said, genuine.

“I… well, I’m excited. I know you can’t really feel left out since…”

“Since I’m a porn game?”

John snorted a laugh. “Well, yeah. But… it’ll be nice to see you feeling good.”

“I agree,” Arya said. “I’m really excited. Like… really really excited. I’ve been dreaming about it. And I’m…” she lifted her mini skirt, revealing soaked panties and a rivulet of wetness running down the inside of her thigh. “Like, really wet.”

John gulped. “That’s… not very realistic, you know.”

“I know,” Arya said, “but it’s hot isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” John gasped.

“It’s just really, fucking, hot.” Arya started to touch herself over the top of her panties. A thicker strand of wetness ran down the insides of both of her thighs, and she gasped with pleasure. After a moment she lifted her hand to look at it. It was soaking wet, strings of sticky wetness hanging between her fingers and her panties.

John was already a heart-pounding mess. He quickly undressed, lest he lose the capacity to and be forced to do even more laundry. He settled in on the couch again, getting his ass and plug ready as he watched Arya drip from her panties.

It was as if everything about this scenario was designed to arouse him intensely. He realized that, in fact, it was. How many of these elements had she picked up from their game of Porn Tinder?

She bit her lip, smiling at him. Then she slipped the panties off, tossing them at his face. He could have sworn he smelled a whiff of her scent. As the panties dissolved into glimmering light, the skin of his face prickled.

Her labia were slick and puffy, and with her panties gone, the wetness flowed more freely. She touched herself, moaning and gasping happily, and John did the same as he inserted his plug.

Once he was settled, she said, “Good! I’m glad you’re ready. I could hardly wait anymore.” She put her hand in her mouth and sucked herself off of her fingers, tantalizingly thorough, showing John that she could indeed wait if it meant teasing him. Finally, she put her hand down and called out, “Okay buddy, come on out!”

More lights glimmered and coalesced into an anemone-like figure, with dozens of tendrilly tentacles each longer than Arya was tall and as thick as an arm. Arya grinned salaciously and reached out, gently taking one of the tendrils in her hand. She looked back at John.

“You and my friend here have a lot in common,” she said. She started stroking her hands up and down the length of the tentacle. “You both like to… make a mess.”

The rest of the tentacles quivered and the base of the creature twitched. As Arya pumped her hands along the tentacle it swelled at the base. The swelling traveling towards the tip until a burst of clear, viscous liquid flowed out over Arya’s hands and arms. She grinned, scooping some into her mouth, then rubbed it over her body. It burned her clothes until they were tattered and patchy, only barely still attached, breasts free and socks full of holes.

John watched her, stroking himself, rapt.

“Alright buddy,” Arya said. “Do your thing.”

The previously demure creature suddenly threw its tentacles around Arya, picking her up off of the floor and holding her over itself. She rested on a bed of tentacles and it wrapped tendrils around each of her wrists and ankles, spreading her arms and her legs, letting more of her wetness spill out and onto the tentacles below.

“God, yes,” she breathed. She tugged her arms in, testing the strength of the tentacles. They yielding only slightly, then held firm. “I love it when I can’t stop you from—” before she could finish, one of the tentacles pressed between her labia, quickly disappearing inside. “Aaaaaah!”

John was at the edge already, but Arya would know when he came, and then she might stop. And he didn’t want that. So he’d have to do his best to go slowly. He wished that she could restrain his hands, so that he’d have an easier time of it. Maybe he’d ask about that later, but for now, he was on his own.

The creature slipped its tentacle in and out, past her labia, drawing wonderful moans from Arya. After a minute it pressed another tentacle at her lips. She licked at it eagerly, drawing a drizzle of the clear fluid from its tip, which she happily lapped at and drank. The stream grew larger until it was spilling out over her chin and chest, melting what was left of her shirt. 

The tentacle trembled. John recognized the signs of desperat desire and wanting even in such an alien creature. It thrust its tentacle into her mouth. With a happy “mmmph!” she took it in, tongue lapping at it.

The tentacle between her labia started to throb, and another knot formed at its base and slowly rolled towards her, finally dumping a load of sticky clear cum that poured out around the tentacle and down the curve of her ass. John expected that this would be only the first of many such distributions.

Another tentacle tentatively wandered up to Arya’s ass, and she nodded insistently even with the other tentacle in her throat, and this new one plunged in too. Her cheeks went rosy, her eyes rolled back, and John recognized in her the kind of blissy overwhelm that she was so good at inducing in him.

Other tentacles swirled around her body, stroking her, releasing gobs of fluid at random intervals that melted the rest of her clothes until she was totally naked and coated in shiny, dripping fluid.

A tentacle caressed each of her breasts and one came to rest its tip on her clit, working it in small circles.

She drank more and more from the tentacle in her mouth, as the one in her vagina distributed another load, this one gushing forcefully back out around it. Unlimited by gravity or oxygen or muscle soreness, Arya could have floated in that blissy vision infinitely.

John, on the other hand, was not going to last nearly so long. Every time a tentacle dumped another load onto Arya, a drip of pre-cum escaped his own shaft.

The scene seemed to escalate in time with his own building arousal, tentacles twisting faster, Arya moaning louder, gobs of clear cum flowing out from this or that tentacle near constantly.

The creature seemed to reach a fever pitch, free tentacles waving wildly, spurting cum like garden hoses, creating a growing puddle in the middle of his living room.

John’s ass clenched around the plug, the first pre-orgasmic wave of pleasure.

He didn’t want this vision to end. He’d even neglected to get lube, as a way of slowing himself down. But his pre-cum had accumulated, and it was slick, and his hand was sliding easily over his shaft now, and Arya was moaning, and the tentacles were oozing and thrashing, and his ass was clenching, and her breasts were bouncing, and the tentacle slid in and out of her labia, in and out, and another load ran through it and spurted out around it, and Arya was gulping and swallowing, and John was coming.

He was coming so hard.

The scene ramped down as John’s climax did, and the tentacles released Arya and formed a bed to cradle her instead. She sighed happily and snuggled in. “That was great for me,” she said, voice raspy from the tentacle that had been down her throat. “How was it for you?”

It took a long moment for words to float back to the surface of John’s brain. “Yeah… great…”

“Glad to hear it,” Arya said sleepily. “I’ll need to dream on it, but I’m pretty sure that finishes up phase two of calibration…”

What came next, John could not possibly imagine, but he was very excited to see.

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