A Lick of Magic

Chapter 1

Crea

New England in summer is hot. Especially in late August. Even so, dealing with the deep snow and the biting cold for what felt like eight months of the year, we soaked up every ray we could get. With laptops, tablets, samples, and notebooks in hand, my girls and I headed for Salem Common. It was one of our favorite meeting spots year-round because it was close to school and beautiful.

I took a deep breath and let the freshly mown grass scent fill my lungs. Next to me, Devyn did the same and I smiled. We were going into our second to last year of graduate studies and, before we plunged ourselves into chaos and a haunted school, we were going to enjoy the last days of freedom that summer offered.

“What time will she be here?” Indie asked.

“Three,” Sinclair and Elizabeth answered.

We were interviewing a new witch. Not necessarily to join our coven but to run our shop that was scheduled to launch on the first day of school that was part of our culminating project. We were only slightly terrified. The idea that it could fail, and our grades would tank was only one side of the horror coin.

The other trickle of fear was our product. Magically enhanced sex toys. Oh, we were fucking excited, but the attention we were already garnering from it was something else entirely. It wasn’t quite a quick leap to fame, but it was instant news.

Women were vying for updates, desperately looking for any tidbit we’d let leak. But our launch plan was solid – and would begin as soon as Kira was on board. We were sure she would be. This was simply a formal, ‘official’ meeting.

While women were ecstatic, men were nasty. ‘You’d rather fuck a toy than a real man?’

‘A real man isn’t threatened by a toy, Chad.’

‘What you’re really saying is that you haven’t been fucked good.’

‘What we’re proving is we can handle ourselves better than a man, Kevin. We know where our clit is. Do you?’

The answer to that is no, by the way. Nine out of ten men surveyed have no idea where the clit is but some of the answers were hilarious. We’d given them a fucking map, too.

“Maybe in the future, we should offer classes in pleasure,” Devyn suggested.

“You have your line already to think about,” Elizabeth said. “But yea, that’s a good idea. At least they’d figure out female anatomy.”

“If there’d be any men brave enough to sign up,” I pointed out. Fat chance.

It’s not that we thought women were better at pleasure than men. I mean, we were, but officially, our mission is to deliver pleasure all the way around. Yes, that is an intentional innuendo. Our products are geared towards females and males. In beta tests, the magic in our products delivered men brave enough to experiment with our toys intensely satisfying pleasure. And yes, that was an official endorsement.

We laid out a blanket on the grass in the shifting shadows of a large tree and sat. Devyn and Elizabeth opened their laptops. Indie had her tablet, while Sinclair and I went with old-school notebooks. We’d brought snacks and product samples to share with Kira. And also a few prototypes to let her take home.

“Okay, let’s go over the timeline one more time,” Sinclair said. We nodded as she turned to the right page.

I was momentarily distracted when a trio of hot men walked by. Their shadows said they weren’t human, something that I smirked about despite my best efforts not to.

Salem was the best place to discover a world that was right on top of you. If you cared to look, if you believed in what wasn’t easily seen, the world of the magical was right below your noses. If you knew how to enter Salem Commons correctly, it was actually a deep forest. If you walked in the right door to Hex, it was an actual apothecary with magical ingredients for brews and potions. And if you knew which handle to turn while entering the Salem Witch Museum, you entered Sacred Tongue Academy, a university educating all beings not human.

I supposed we were human, us witches. But perhaps there was something in our genetics that was a little extra.

“Focus,” Indie said, throwing a donut at me. I turned to her when it hit my chest, spraying powdered sugar all over me. I narrowed my eyes on her as she grinned.

“Always distracted by abs,” Elizabeth said, shaking her head. I didn’t miss that her glance went after the three men as well.

I sighed. “It’s been like a month since I’ve licked some real abs,” I said, pouting. “At least let me look at them.”

“Later. We only have a few hours before we head in for the mixer,” Sinclair said.

Ah, yes. The dreaded mixer. It was like a pre-launch fair for all the groups and individuals who were launching the start of their culminating projects within the first week of school. We choose day one. Just to get it out of the way.

That gave us one week from tomorrow to start our hype. We had posters with model silicone dicks. Holograms of our silicone cocks in real size. Interactive condoms to answer questions. That was Indie’s idea.

There were also coupons and mass emails, web ads, news ads, and the set up of a storefront if all went well. That’s what Kira’s job would be. She wasn’t in school as a student but there as a consultant for the board. She graduated two years ago with a degree in linguistics.

She’d be fulfilling orders, maintaining inventory, and running the store while we attended classes. But our hope was that she’d be in on the whole thing. Brainstorming, creating beta models, launching product lines.

If all went well, we had four more phases. Each phase was one of our babies. This first phase that we opened with was what we dubbed ‘Extra Sexy’ Line. It was filled with basics and enhanced dildos and condoms.

Next came Indie’s line. Everything having to do with touch – oils, lubricants, jellies. This would be up by the new year.

At the start of next summer was Devyn’s line. All about the kink. Blindfolds, handcuffs, floggers, cages, swings. It was actually a massive line that we were already tits deep in producing prototypes of. We had an entire beta team testing them already. And, you know, maybe we had one or two favorite items ourselves. But since the five of us were in a bit of a cock rut right now, the partner toys were just pretty props in our rooms.

At the start of next school year, our final year, we will be launching Elizabeth’s baby. Super sexy and magically erotic lingerie. These designs were hot, and it took role playing to an entirely new level. I was ridiculously excited. It meant my dragon fetish could be somewhat tangible by as soon as next year!

Anyway… at the start of the following new year, we will launch our final line. Sinclair’s Living Toy Line. What is this, you ask? Well, as long as you charge the dolls correctly, they act as living lovers. I mean, what else would you expect from a witch with an affinity for ghosts?!

So, we had some huge plans though the only ones that were semi-public were the first and second lines. But we heavily teased and hinted that there were some bigger, more exciting additions happening over the next two years. And if all went well, we already had jobs lined up for us after graduation.

“Okay so, we’re set on the schedule?” Sinclair asked, her blue gaze on me.

It’s like she pegged me for not listening. Oh… we need to make sure the strap-on attachments are ready. I should check that.

“Crea!”

I turned wide, innocent eyes on her. “Yes, ready!”

“Maybe if she’d get laid, she’d focus more,” Devyn muttered to Elizabeth.

“Nah. Then her mind would be on cock,” Elizabeth answered.

“Only if it's good,” I told them. It's only worth the effort if it's good. Otherwise, my new line of silicone cocks was better.

“It’s like we’re issuing a challenge to everyone,” Indie said, tilting her head as she watched people milling about the Common. “Step up your fuck game or we can handle ourselves.”

We nodded, grinning.

“We need to add that as a marketing hook,” Sinclair said, taking a note.

“Are you up for the pleasure challenge?” Devyn mused. “We could tie that into classes later, if we go that route. ‘Here, you’ll learn the skill to fuck and conquer the challenge of the strap-on.’”

I snorted, already enjoying the idea of these classes. Maybe we’d get some live demonstrations. Of course, we would. The best types of classes were the ones you learned with hands-on experience. Ohhh…. This was sounding better by the minute.

“You’ve made Crea get lost in something else not relevant right now,” Sinclair said.

“Oh, shiny object,” Elizabeth teased.

“I prefer distracting objects to be dark with horns and a tail,” I countered. Demon or dragon. I didn’t care which. I had tattoos of both on my body in various places. The gorgeous kaio dragon and the… well, demons had classes, but their race was really one and the same. At least, that’s what I’d found over the years. They were a fairly secretive species so I could be wrong.

“There’s definitely appeal in that,” Elizabeth agreed.

“I wonder if it’s possible to create solid holographs for the last line,” Indie mused. “I anticipate they’d be a one time use but think about it. You want to fuck a dragon? Well, we can deliver that.”

“Like sex workers but they’re illusions,” I noted, nodding. “Add it to the list, Sin.”

She nodded, a smirk on her face. Since Sinclair was all about realism and accuracy in anatomy, behavior, and appearance, these things were going to be epic.

“If we’re not careful, we’re going to replace the need for an actual living partner,” Elizabeth said.

“That’s okay. We have each other for company. Don’t have to deal with cheating, arrogance, secrets, whether or not they have time for you, dealing with their whiny asses when you’re not obsessively paying attention to them, or the need to agonize over how to break up with someone when you’re just not into it anymore. I don’t have to pretend to have feelings or appreciate romantic gestures,” I said, rolling my eyes.

They laughed at me, as they usually did. I was about as apathetic as they came. Give me what I want but then go away. And for fuck’s sake, don’t become interested. I have exactly zero interest in commitment.

Free spirit. Or something like that.

“There she is,” Elizabeth said, waving.

We shifted to watch the girl coming our way. She was short and pretty with dark hair and bright eyes. Her smile was big and beautiful as she came towards us.

“Hi,” Kira said, dropping to her knees at the edge of the blanket and letting her bag drop from her shoulder. “I’m not too early, am I?”

“Nope. Just trying to convince Crea to pay attention.”

I grimaced at her before admitting, “I have the attention span of a gnat.”

“And yet, you crank out whatever you’re working on at least eight times faster than the rest of us,” Elizabeth said.

I shrugged. “Necessity since I know I’ll lose interest in like a minute.”

“Okay, so, back on task,” Sinclair said. “Here’s what we’re thinking, Kira.”

“And also, hi,” Indie added. “Have some cheese.” She pushed a tray of cheeses, crackers, meats, and little slices of fruit towards Kira.

Kira grinned and helped herself while Sinclair and Elizabeth started going over the finer details of what we hoped to have Kira do. I swear, I paid extra close attention this time. Even as another shirtless man walked by. He glanced our way and grinned.

Human, this time, but his abs were decent.

I tuned back in as Sinclair pulled out one of our sleek, nondescript boxes that was the home to one of our Replica Line dildos. I wasn’t sure which one she grabbed but I didn’t even care. The giddiness of watching someone else’s reaction to them was like opening it for myself. I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to watch Kira’s expression or wait for the magnificent schlong to be revealed. If only they were sitting side by side!

“Wow,” Kira said when Sinclair slipped the cover off.

Oh, she’d chosen a normal one, but it was massive. Ten and a half insertable inches and four inches thick. It was pretty.

Kira looked at it with wide eyes, before nodding. “Impressive.”

“We make your normal, run of the mill cocks,” Sinclair said, making Devyn snort. “But though they’re made out of safe silicone like any other company can do, ours are all charmed to feel real. With real movement, real softening, real hardening, etc. The balls shift and tighten within their sacs. We have a line with foreskin, too, if that’s your thing.”

“And they work amazingly with our add-ons,” Elizabeth said. “All of them can be further enhanced with a remote, which can be adjusted manually, with pre-set patterns customized by you, by a voice command, or intuitively.”

“Ejaculation, thrusters, pulses,” Indie listed before waving her hand in an ‘among others’ gestures.

“And they all can be spelled to fit within strap-ons,” Devyn noted.

“And they can be pierced however you want!” I added, leaning forward. No, I wasn’t obsessed with pierced dicks.

“These are incredible,” Kira said.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” Sinclair said, grinning as she put the cover back on and set the box aside. She pulled out three others. The green one I knew was from the Play Edition.

Each line of toys had separate editions. Usually there were the Common Core Editions. In this case, normal dicks in normal human shapes. But then within my Extra Sexy Line were the Replica Editions, the Play Editions, the Men’s Edition, Basic Condoms, Stimulant Condoms, and Play Condoms.

The Play Edition had condoms in different shapes that weren’t based on known dicks. Among my favorites were the sword shape, an egg popper, sea monster, cyclops, alien, and the all-around superstar, double dick. One for each hole or if you’re really intense and ready, double penetration.

The box she opened was the alien. It was somewhat irregularly shaped with a combination of plates, bulges, and suction cups. The base didn’t have a ball sac but half a dozen pods that pulsed and vibrated.

“Whose mind did that come from?” Kira asked, glancing up at us with a smirk.

All eyes went to me and once again, I tried my luck with the wide innocent eyes.

Kira laughed.

“It might not feel like a human dick, either,” I said, shrugging.

That was enough enticement to make Kira lean forward and pull the box closer. She poked it with a finger and then looked up at me with wide eyes. “Okay, it’s fat and doesn’t give and yet, it’s not a hard plastic.”

“Well, what do you imagine an alien cock feels like?” I challenged.

She laughed again as Sinclair moved on to the red box. Replica Line. And fuck, she chose one of my favorites. Demon dick. Red, fat, and bulbous. Ribbed for pleasure. If I ever get to see a real-life demon dick, we might need to adjust and drop this one to the Play Line, but from the research Sinclair found, it was as accurate as we could get.

Also, it grew little horns to press against the right pleasure spots when you’re in the thick of it. Totally worth the small fortune it costs.

“Pretty close,” Kira noted, and I froze to stare at her.

“Close?” Sinclair asked.

“Well, my boyfriend’s doesn’t look quite like that but you’re not too far off.”

“Give me notes. Better yet, a diagram. Detailed,” Sinclair said as she pushed it towards her.

“Better yet, a picture,” I said, making them all look at me. It was only then that I realized how inappropriate it was to ask for another girl’s boyfriend’s dick pic. “You know, research.”

“And to feed Crea’s obsession with demon dicks,” Devyn added.

“Demons in general. Wait, wait.” I turned back to Kira. See, this is the way to get my attention! “Your boyfriend is a demon? For real?”

Kira laughed. “Yea. There are more around than you might think. They’re good at blending in.”

I groaned, sitting back to pout at the idea that there were demons around and in my three years at Sacred Tongue Academy, I’d yet to meet a single one.

But of course, there were demons in Salem. As the site of such a horrific past, this place was a gathering spot for all things magical, be them dark or neutral.

The last box Sinclair pushed her way was from the Men’s Line. A series of dick sleeves, stimulators, gloves, and a whole array of fascinating toys. The one Sinclair brought was a cap that was intended to go over the top section of a dick. There was a bar that grew and penetrated the slit in their dick. It was charmed to be as long and invasive as the man wanted. There was also a whole variety of levels of electric shocks with different intensity and patterns. You know, for those who liked a bit of pain with their ejaculation.

Kira laughed as she pulled it out and turned it so she could look inside. “This is epic.”

Sinclair tossed another small box on the blanket for Kira. One of the variety packs of Stimulant Edition condoms. It was a five-pack focused on suction. For him, for her, for both, only activated right before climax, and one that increased suction throughout.

I had the pleasure of trying that with a past fling. It was mind blowing. The only way it could have been better was if there was a bit of clitoral vibration going on, too. I’d have probably died a time or two.

“So, what do you think?” Elizabeth asked.

“I’m totally in,” Kira said. “This is going to be a whole lot of fun.”

“Awesome,” Indie and I said together.

“How do you feel about starting tonight?” Sinclair asked.

“Slave driver,” I muttered.

“Only when necessary,” Sinclair said. “So, I realize you aren’t fully knowledgeable about our whole line yet. But we have a mixer tonight with the rest of the project class. We chat up others and exchange dick sizes and whatnot.”

“Ours is definitely bigger,” Devyn said, glancing down at our big daddy cock Sinclair had taken out first.

I was pretty sure she was right. When this idea came to us, we had intended something fun and that we could grow as a hobby. But even when we’d first started tossing the idea around, testing the waters with others, their interest was always high and wanting. The need was there. The demand was high. And so, our project expanded exponentially.

“Give her a product catalog,” Indie said.

Sinclair nodded and pulled one from her bag. “It’s a bit outdated. A lot of our vibrators are missing, and we’ve since expanded the Play Edition condoms. And of course, added more dicks to each edition.” She glanced at me with hooded eyes.

Okay, so I was slightly obsessed with peens. They were fascinating. Especially when I could touch and play all day without having to, you know, talk to someone.

To be clear, I wasn’t opposed to men. It’s just that, at this point in our lives, we’re surrounded by the age group that still sees sex toys as competition and cheating. You know, the ones whose egos are easily bruised. Who need your constant praise and doting affection to prove that you’re interested in their needy asses.

I wasn’t about that. I could be content in a relationship where we lived separately and only spoke on occasion. And, you know, the dick needed to be explosively good.

“Sounds good,” Kira said, flipping through the small book. “What time is the mixer?”

“Six,” Sinclair said as she loaded everything back into the bag and pushed it towards Kira. “All for you. There’s also a sexy shirt in there with our store name if you’re interested in wearing it tonight. But not necessary.”

“I’ll wear it. Can’t wait.”