In the bustling, chaotic city of Ankh-Morpork, nestled between a troll’s kebab shop and a dwarf’s mining supply store, lies a peculiar magic shop. The Velvet Wand, a place where pleasure is enchanted and discretion is optional, is as unexpected as it is inviting. Tessa, a young woman fresh from the countryside, finds herself here after escaping an arranged marriage with a troll clan. Trolls, though strong, are not known for their subtlety, and Tessa’s relief at her escape is matched only by her curiosity about the world beyond her rural home.
Chapter 2: The Velvet Wand -
A Full Moon and a Curious Clit
The afternoon sun slanted through the dusty windows of the magic shop, casting long shadows over the cluttered aisles of glowing vials, rustling scrolls, and peculiar trinkets. Tessa, the naive young woman from the countryside, busied herself dusting off the shelves in the dimly lit storage room. Her rounded cheeks were pink with the effort, and her long braid swayed behind her as she moved.
“I just need to clean this place up,” she muttered to herself, her voice barely audible over the soft chittering of a mechanical parrot perched on a high shelf. The parrot squawked something unintelligible, and Tessa giggled nervously, adjusting her neat, if slightly outdated, dress.
Her fingers brushed against a small, ornate box tucked away on the top shelf. It was labeled in elegant, swirling script: *Curious Contraptions for the Curious Clit*. Tessa’s eyes widened, and she paused, her fingers hovering over the box. The owner, a kind but sly older woman named Eglantine, had warned her about prying into things left on the shelves. But Tessa’s curiosity was stronger than her resolve.
“Just a peek,” she whispered, sliding the box down to the floor with a soft clunk. She lifted the lid cautiously, her breath catching at the sight of a delicate, golden device nestled inside. It resembled a small, ornate fan with delicate filigreework, but there was something faintly otherworldly about it, as if it pulsed with a silent, eager energy.
As soon as her fingers brushed the device, a strange warmth spread through her, and she gasped. The fan seemed to hum faintly, as if alive, and she felt an inexplicable flutter in her lower belly. Before she could react, the box lid snapped shut with a *click*, and the device slipped out of the box like a well-trained bird, diving toward her with a Determined precision. Tessa’s eyes widened in shock as the contraption shot between her legs, slipping under her skirts with a practiced ease.
“Ahh—!” she cried out, her hands flying to her hips as the device settled itself over her clit with a soft, mechanical hum. A jolt of pleasure rippled through her, and she arched off the floor, her breath coming in short, surprised gasps. “What in the name of—”
The device pulsed again, stronger this time, and Tessa’s head spun as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She moaned, her hands clenching the edge of the counter as another orgasm built up, sharp and intense, leaving her trembling and breathless.
“Maker’s mercy,” she panted, her face flaming red. “What… what _is_ this thing?”
The mechanical contraption buzzed faintly, as if smug, and Tessa glared down at it, even though it was hidden beneath her skirts. “You… you goody!”
Just as Tessa was trying to regain her composure, the door to the shop creaked open, and the bell above jingled merrily. A customer had arrived.
Tessa’s eyes darted toward the storage room door, but before she could react, the contraption pulsed again, sending another ripple of pleasure through her. She bit down on her lip, trying to suppress a moan, but her legs quivered, and she could feel a warm, slick heat trickling down her thighs.
“Please help!” she whispered to the empty room, her face buried in her hands.
“Is anyone here?” a deep, gravelly voice called out from the front of the shop. Tessa’s head snapped up, and she quickly wiped at her eyes, though not quick enough to hide the flush in her cheeks. With trembling legs, she forced herself to stand and straighten her skirts, though she could still feel the contraption nestled firmly against her clit.
“Y-yes, I’m here!” she called out, forcing a shaky smile as she hurried to the front of the shop. A tall, broad-shouldered man stood in the doorway, his chartreuse scarf flapping behind him like a flamboyant banner. His eyes widened as they rested on her, and Tessa’s face turned crimson. She had no doubt he could see the telltale signs of her earlier… adventure.
“Good afternoon, sir,” she managed, her voice barely above a whisper. “How can I help you today?”
The man stepped inside, his boots clattering on the floor. “Well, lass, I’m looking for something… special,” he said with a suggestive wink. “I’ve heard Ankh-Morpork is the place for wonders, and I suppose you’re the place to find them.”
Tessa’s cheeks burned even hotter, and she shifted uncomfortably behind the counter. The contraption pulsed again, and she nearly jumped out of her skin, her hands flying to her hips as another wave of pleasure coursed through her.
“Maker’s mercy,” she muttered under her breath, though she couldn’t suppress the faint moan that escaped her lips.
The man’s eyes widened, and he took a step back. “Blimey! Did I do that?”
“No! Well… Maybe?” Tessa stammered, her voice trembling. “I think it’s just… the full moon tonight. You know how it can be.”
The man raised an eyebrow. “Full moon, eh? Well, I suppose that explains it. But tell me, lass—what exactly is going on in this shop? You’re _crawling_ with magic, aren’t you?”
Tessa’s face turned even redder, and she glanced down at her skirts, where she could still feel the contraption pressing against her. “I-I’m just a bit… overworked, sir. That’s all.”
He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that sent another shiver down Tessa’s spine. “Well, whatever it is, I think I’d like a piece of it. You’re quite the charmer.”
Tessa’s heart raced as the contraption pulsed again, and she bit down on her lip to stifle another moan. “W-Well, we have all sorts of magical items here,” she said, forcing a shaky smile. “Potions, trinkets… you name it.”
The man stepped closer, his chartreuse scarf brushing against the counter. “I’ll bet you do,” he said with a lecherous grin. “But tell me, lass—what’s caused that… glow about you? You seem rather… _excited_.”
Tessa’s eyes darted toward the storage room, hoping Eglantine would appear to save her. But the mechanical parrot squawked indignantly from its perch, as if mocking her. She swallowed hard, trying to gather her thoughts.
“It’s nothing,” she lied, though her voice betrayed her. “Just… the usual shop magic.”
The man chuckled again, his eyes roving over her. “Nothing?” he repeated, his voice low and suggestive. “Well, I certainly don’t believe that.”
Tessa’s face flamed, and she buried her hands in her skirts, trying to ignore the warmth seeping through her fingers. “P-Please, sir—”
Before she could finish, the contraption pulsed once more, and Tessa moaned louder than she intended, her hands flying to the counter to steady herself. The man’s eyes widened in shock, and he stumbled back, nearly tripping over his own boots.
“L-Lady!” he exclaimed, his face turning nearly as red as Tessa’s. “I didn’t mean to—”
“It’s not you!” she blurted out, though she wasn’t sure if that was entirely true. “I-I just… it’s best if you look elsewhere, sir. I’m not feeling well.”
The man hesitated, his gaze lingering on her, but with a reluctant nod, he turned and strode out of the shop, his feathered hat bobbing behind him. Tessa collapsed into a chair behind the counter, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Maker save me,” she muttered, her face buried in her hands.
The contraption buzzed faintly beneath her skirts, as if smug, and Tessa glared at the floor, though it made little difference. By the time Eglantine arrived, Tessa had already resigned herself to the fact that this day was going to be one for the books—and that the full moon was going to be absolutely dreadful.
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