The Library Spell – 4/4

The heat of desire was now absolute. The smell of sex, sweat, and ice cream clung to every page and every body, filling the air with a promise of limitless pleasure. Between moans, laughter, and sighs, no one hid what they felt anymore. Every reader had become the main character of their own fantasy, and Zafira Blu's spell was in charge of it all.

At the peak of this collective ecstasy, Zafira smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Without hurry, she climbed up onto the Gelato del Peccato counter, each step drawing stares and gasps. Her blue hair shimmered under the magic lights, sliding down her back as, one by one, the pieces of her vinyl outfit fell to the floor. She took off the gloves slowly, her fingers tracing lines along her own body, her breasts nearly bursting from the neckline.

The audience watched in a trance. Zafira, naked, was pure provocation and command—the witch reigning absolute over a room ruled by desire.

She snapped her fingers, and the magic spoon appeared in her hand. An intense blue glow ran along the object, which, in the blink of an eye, became a thick, veined, vibrating toy, completely irresistible.

"Now yes, a real party," she murmured, smiling at Mia.

Mia, still panting with pleasure, didn't hesitate for a second. Zafira pulled her by the waist, seating her beside her on the counter. Mia's skin was covered in goosebumps, her eyes dark with want. Zafira slowly spread Mia's legs, revealing her throbbing pussy, juices dripping shamelessly.

With a touch full of promise, she placed the tip of the toy at the entrance, sliding it in slowly, making Mia shiver and moan out loud. Her legs trembled, her hands dug into the wood. No one could blink, hypnotized by the scene.

Then Zafira turned around, facing Mia, spread her own legs, and slipped the other end of the magic toy inside herself, feeling the cold turn to heat and the pleasure multiply. She knelt down, pulling Mia closer, the girl's legs lifted and wide open, the counter creaking under the weight and intensity.

With every movement, the toy vibrated and pulsed, sending waves of pleasure inside them both, linking them in an explosion of sensation.

Mia moaned without shame, her hands squeezing her own breasts, nipples hard. Zafira kept the rhythm, looking into her eyes, speeding up, provoking, smiling wickedly. The toy seemed alive, creating waves in sync, the two losing themselves in ecstasy.

The entire hall followed, no one holding back. The energy of those two on the counter was like a command, a call to lose all fear.

Meanwhile, the guy in the white shirt, consumed by lust, pulled the redhead to the nearest table. She turned around, arching her back, laughing and begging for more, and he penetrated her hard, thrusting deep.

Their moans mixed with the chorus of the room, the sound of bodies slapping echoing alongside the sweet smell of ice cream. Sweat shimmered on the redhead's back, who stared at the counter completely surrendered, hungry eyes, her pleasure multiplied by watching Zafira and Mia's wild performance.

The room became a choreography of bodies. Couples and trios formed on the floor, on the tables, between the shelves. Tongues explored, mouths devoured, hands invaded. A girl rode two guys at the same time, their laughter mixing with wet sounds and moans.

The friends, once shy, licked each other on their sides, pleasure vibrating to the rhythm of the party. The librarian, on all fours on the main table, moaned loudly while being eaten out and penetrated, alternating broken phrases, laughter, and cries of pleasure.

On the counter, Zafira picked up the pace even more. Mia howled, her whole body arched, feeling the magic toy fill every inch. Sweat glued her body to Zafira's, their breaths tangled, moaning together, completely exposed to everyone's gaze.

The toy hit spots Mia had never known, and Zafira smiled, satisfied, knowing she had taken them both to the edge. Their eyes met again, accomplices, an unbreakable bond.

The guy in the white shirt couldn't take it, cumming hard inside the redhead, both laughing, trembling, feeling the liquid run down her thighs. The redhead also came undone in pleasure, moaning loud, grabbing the table, looking at the counter unable to control herself.

The synchronicity was such that, at that moment, Mia screamed Zafira's name, orgasm exploding, her pussy throbbing around the toy, pleasure running down her thighs, wetting the counter's wood.

Zafira followed, her eyes rolling back, her whole body vibrating, muscles clenching, the orgasm so strong she had to hold on to keep from falling. The toy vibrated until the last second, leaving both in bliss, while everyone watched, some touching themselves, others moving in for kisses and caresses.

That scene was the trigger: the whole room exploded together. Orgasms everywhere, screams, whispers, moans, pleasure streaming down legs, hands, faces. People lay down, exhausted, hugging, laughing, crying with relief. The library would never be the same.

Silence arrived slowly, cut only by heavy breaths, soft laughter, hands finding each other and lazy hugs. Zafira, still glowing, stood up, slowly gathered her clothes, fixed her blue hair, casting proud glances. She raised the magic spoon—still softly vibrating—and spoke to everyone, her voice full of irony and sweetness:

"Sometimes all you need is to take the first step. Shyness only lasts until the first spoonful. After that, no one ever goes back to normal."

Everyone laughed, tension dissolved into satisfaction. Zafira winked at Mia, at the redhead, gave a conspiratorial look to the guy in the white shirt, and gave a special wave to the librarian, who was catching her breath behind a pile of fallen books.

She walked to the back of the counter, spinning the magic spoon in her fingers, letting the blue glow fade away, until it was just a simple, shiny, harmless spoon.

Without dressing, the witch turned one last time.

"Never underestimate the power of a good spoonful," she said, smiling.

With light, confident steps, Zafira vanished behind the counter. No smoke, no sound—just a gentle blue glow dissolving, blending with the intense scent of sex and pleasure freshly lived.

The hall was silent. Bodies sprawled across the floor, tables, and chairs, hugging, exhausted but smiling. Everyone knew they'd lived something impossible. No one wanted to be the first to speak.

Only the sweet scent of vanilla hung in the air, mingling with the smell of satisfied bodies.

When they looked around, the ice cream shop had disappeared. The counter vanished as quickly as it had appeared. The showcases and magical flavors were now only memories. Only the vanilla scent remained, light, soaking into the books, floating between the shelves.

Mia was the first to get up, still trembling, hair sticking to her forehead. She looked at the redhead lying beside her, smiling lazily, the guy in the white shirt laughing alone, naked, hugging his knees. Everyone seemed closer, as if sharing a sacred secret.

Outside, the full moon shone indifferently. Inside, each knew they would never be the same. The library spell mixed knowledge and pleasure, all served with a generous spoonful of sin.

While the scent of vanilla still floated, everyone closed their eyes one more time, savoring the last magical taste of Zafira Blu, the witch impossible to forget.