A very p*rny witch (Patreon)

So then, magic. Now seems as good a time as any to further discuss it, seeing how we've just met a witch and also said witch is pictured up there.

Fun fact: that witch is the second ever sketch I made for this whole series, and I've been saving it for her introduction specifically because I was also going to sync it up with a deeper explanation of magic.

Let's go over some bullet points first to remind ourselves of some things.

Number one: Existence is a duality, consisting of two parts: the material, and the immaterial.

Number two: They exist simultaneously, and are almost wholly alien to each other, the material is all things that are. It can be measured, quantified, the immaterial is all things that (to us material beings) are not, you can neither measure nor quantify it.

Number three: "Magic" as the beings in our p*rny fantasy setting know it, is immaterial, it is neither made up of matter or energy, but it IS there. And wherever it is it "bends the rules" hence making things that shouldn't be possible, possible.

Number four: Magic is strongly influenced by emotion and thoughts, or in vaguer terms it follows a certain "want" in the world. For example: nature "wants" to propagate itself, even though it is not a conscious being with the desire to do so.

This should lead us to a startling realization: That the "wants" of our world are merely a result of all the forces of reality, the ways particles interact with one another, chemical reactions, gravity, electromagnetism, all working in tandem in a mind-boggingly complex system. Thought and emotion are simply another expression of that fact, to reality, it does not matter if a brain is thinking "gee I sure could go for a refreshing drink right now", or if stars, planets, moons, and other celestial bodies "want" to revolve around one another, it is all the result of the same forces working in tandem.

So if magic itself is beholden to the "desires" of reality, how can it then "break" the rules that permit its influence over them?

Well that has to do with the vague "wants" of things that do not actually "want" anything. Though technically there shouldn't be a difference, all being just different expressions of the same laws of physics, we still "know" that a planet rotating around a star is not the same as it actively "wanting" to do so, it just does, because that's how the laws of reality function.

In short, there is a hierarchy of "want" in the world. And magic simply listens to the strongest desire, and if there is no "desire" to guide it, it will just... be there. An unmeasurable force that is not a force, that cannot be quantified, as it is not material.

But existence is self-governing, it tends to structure itself. And magic is no different. Congealed together, this "energy" that is not energy, endlessly generated by the matter and (actual) energy of the material world (or in a better way of putting it, allowed to pass through into the material world from the immaterial world) does also structure itself. These constructs can be as complex as any material thing, some even capable of thought in itself, and that's where we enter very interesting territory. Because at that point we are talking about magic, guiding itself into behaving a certain way by its very own wants independent of the physical "want" that first generated it.

In other words, God(s).

The people in our world aren't aware of this of course, science and technology has not progressed to the point where they would be able to ponder such questions. And that is partially what permits magic to function in the way that it does for intelligent life. As stated before, if one is to direct magic one needs to be resolute and know what one wants. If one were to become aware of the true nature of magic, what would happen to one's ability to guide it to suit ones own needs? If it's all just thoughts that permit it in the first place?

And here's where we can see the hierarchy of want at play. Born from brains, itself just a complex series of chemical interactions that just so happen to have formed into a pattern that "wants" to perpetuate itself, thoughts strongly influence magic. So strongly in fact, that every errant thought can guide the magical energies one tries to bend to their will to produce unexpected results.

Much like raw magic when left alone can do, brains are physical constructs that have arranged themself into a pattern that allows it to express a "want" of its own, thereby bending magic to its whims, even if that was not its original purpose.

But not all brains are created equal, and some are better at bending magic than others.

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...the cries and squeals of pleasure coming from their room were only matched by the men begging for Sophia and Bernadette to stop in the others.

The female guard, named Olivia, stared angrily with furrowed brow up at the prince as he guided her head back and forth on his length, teaching her the ropes on how to deep-throat such a monstrous tool before he burst yet again. Pulling out, he jacked himself the rest of the way off over her face and half-armoured form before she, angry and ashamed with herself, let him through, every surface of her office coated in streaks of jizz from the various positions he'd taken her in. He had enjoyed turning the tables on the stern guardswoman.

The prince met with Sophia and Bernadette again as they closed the doors of their questioning rooms behind them, the nude from the crotch down guardsmen clutching their sore junk briefly visible before the doors slammed shut on them, each carrying stupid expressions on their faces as they stared dazed out into the distance. He wanted to ask how things had gone with them, but Sophia and Bernadette were already on their way back to their cart, the blonde only pausing to wipe a stray strand of white seed from her chin and winking at the prince.

And so they set off through the city, traveling through the poor outer areas hidden behind a facade of taller buildings housing inns, pubs, shops, and workshops of various crafts. It was a strange place, getting into the capital was a chore and once inside you were never not under watch by regular patrolling guards that shooed bums and playing children away. It all seemed as though the place was obsessed with keeping up appearances as a place of high culture and vast wealth, despite obvious failings. Not even the guard themselves fit the part, though the armoured uniforms they wore were kept shining and spotless, the people wearing them sported sunken eyes, huge bags under them, skin spots, five o'clock shadows, and they all looked like they didn't want to be there.

It was a stark contrast to the cities of his kingdom the prince was familiar with, and with the relative freedom of the smaller town they'd traveled through.

Stranger still was the still under construction cathedral looming over them, outshone only by the tallest spire of the king's keep at the centre of the city, a monument to his brand new favourite state religion. Chastity and purity were its core tenets, and its constant imposing presence seemed a permanent reminder and symbol of how the populace was expected to behave. Yet everyone was dressed as provocatively as possible, the women propping their busts up and showing as much cleavage they could get away with, even as they were reprimanded by the sullen guard patrols, who sometimes simply roughly pulled their clothes up to cover more skin, and yet at other times pulled them into alleys where muffled moans could be heard from. And on every corner stood a gaggle of women who could only assume to be prostitutes, despite it being outlawed.

"This place doesn't make any sense..."

The prince mumbled to himself as he looked around. Eyes furrowed at the confusing mix of moral standards on display. The city seemingly repressed yet decadent at the same time.

Asking for directions from the locals, they soon make their way over to the local mages guild, squirreled away into a forgotten corner of the city, the once state-funded establishment seemed to be falling apart as they roll up to it on their cart of questionable magical lore. It seems this new religion didn't look kindly on magic as a whole, and the king had followed suit in dropping his support.

Once inside though the place was lavishly decorated and in prime condition, intricately woven rugs and carpets line the walls, floor, and ceiling. Greeting them in the hallway stands a pair of enormous breasts... With a woman attached to them. Wearing simple, thin, dark robes that hug the woman's curves tightly, her gigantic chest leaves even Sophia and the biggest among the Orcs in the dust as she looks at the three travelers from underneath a wide-brimmed wizard's hat.

"Greetings strangers, what brings you to this institution?..."

Hey all,

As you may be able to tell, we're actually doing pretty good so far. Or rather, I'm doing pretty good when pertaining to keeping up an upload schedule. I in fact could've uploaded this way earlier today for one, but I decided to save it for the afternoon.

As mentioned above, this particular sketch is actually the very second one ever created for this fantasy smut thing I've started, and as such Casandra was planned from the start, as she played a part in shaping the concept of the very p*rny story I was aiming to tell.

Aside from her though, she isn't the only one I've drawn a sketch for who appeared today. And she was in fact introduced last upload. Her sketch however goes a bit further back, it's the guard Olivia. She too was one of the earliest sketches, one of a couple representing minor characters that'd only be encountered (and fucked) once and then we move on again. Though as the story progressed some of them did end up playing larger roles.

SoCarter out.