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The bell above the door of The Velvet Wand clinked cheerfully as a man in a floppy hat shuffled into the shop. He squinted around, as though the daylight were too much for him, and coughed into his sleeve. Tessa paused in her dusting, frowning. It was unusual for customers to come in so late, but it wasn’t unheard of. The sign outside was clear enough: Magical Solutions for All Your Intimate Needs.

“Good afternoon,” Tessa stammered, curtsying awkwardly. The man grunted and shuffled further into the shop, his feet squelching in boots that looked as though they hadn’t seen proper cleaning in years.

“Ah, yes, the intriguing Mr. Rudge,” Madam Mimble simpered from behind the counter, where she was polishing a gleaming silver figurine of a dragon. “How are you enjoying your little… project?”

The man cleared his throat loudly, his face turning a shade of red that suggested he was trying not to blush. “Well, it’s certainly… interesting.”

“Delightful!” Madam Mimble simpered, her eyes twinkling. “Business has been a bit slow since the trolls’ mining strike, hasn’t it? But that’s why we’re here in Ankh-Morpork, isn’t it? Always something new to discover.”

Mr. Rudge muttered something inaudible and shuffled closer to the shelves of jars, boxes, and ornaments. Tessa watched him warily. He seemed nervous, but there was something about him—his furtive glances, the way he kept adjusting his belt—that made her feel uneasy.

“Looking for something in particular?” Madam Mimble asked, setting down the dragon and leaning against the counter with exaggerated casualness.

The man hesitated, then cleared his throat again. “A… a box. A special box. For… um… purposes.”

Tessa blinked. “A box? Like a present box?”

Mr. Rudge spluttered. “No! Not a present box! A special box. For… containment.”

Madam Mimble’s lips twitched, and she stepped aside to reveal a small, intricately carved wooden box sitting on the counter. The lid was inlaid with sigils that seemed to shimmer faintly in the light.

“Ah, this box,” she said, running her finger over the symbols. “It’s quite unique. Crafted by a master wizard, it’s a doorway to a… different dimension. Imagine it as a little room of your own, where you can keep things… private.”

Mr. Rudge’s eyes lit up. “Exactly! Exactly what I need! How much?”

“It’s just £100, my dear,” Madam Mimble said, her tone maternal. “But, as it’s your first purchase, I’ll throw in a complimentary… accessory.”

She reached underneath the counter and pulled out a silver key, polished to a shine. “Just a little… token to help you make the most of your new acquisition.”

Tessa watched, her brow furrowing. Mr. Rudge took the key, his fingers trembling slightly, and stuffed it into his pocket. “Thank you, Madam Mimble. I’ll be back,” he said, then hurried out of the shop, his boots squelching all the way to the door.

Madam Mimble smirked as the bell jingled. “Such a delightful man,” she said, twirling her wand. “Practically begged me to sell him that box, didn’t he? Now, Tessa… wouldn’t you like to take a little peek inside?”

Tessa hesitated. “Is that necessary? I mean, Mr. Rudge already bought it.”

“Oh, but Tessa, you know perfectly well that customers love demonstrations. And besides, we should test it out to make sure it’s in proper working order.”

Tessa bit her lip, but Madam Mimble’s eyes were already gleaming with mischief. She picked up the box, setting it on the counter with a creak. “Go on, my dear. Open it up.”

Tessa obeyed, her fingers trembling slightly as she pulled back the lid. The sigils glowed brighter, and a faint hum filled the air.

“Feel the power, Tessa,” Madam Mimble encouraged. “It’s like a little room, waiting for something… interesting.”

Curiously, Tessa leaned closer. The inside of the box was dark, but she could swear she saw something moving in the shadows. Before she could pull away, a strange sensation washed over her—a warm, tingling feeling that seemed to spread through her entire body.

“Go on,” Madam Mimble urged. “Step through.”

Tessa hesitated, but then, overcome by curiosity, reached inside. The box felt impossibly deep, and as her hand touched the edge, a tearing sensation rippled through the air, as though the very fabric of reality was being pulled apart.

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The air was thick with the musky scent of the swamp as Tessa fell through the portal. She gasped as she landed in a pool of water, her skirts immediately clinging to her legs in an uncomfortable way. The water was shallow, but as she sat up, she realized the surface beneath her wasn’t smooth. It was filled with writhing, slippery tentacles, each one as oiled as a group of Turkish wrestlers. She yelped as one slithered over her leg, leaving a trail of moisture in its wake.

“Get off!” she hissed, trying to move away, but the tentacles seemed to have a mind of their own. They wrapped around her arms, legs, and torso, pulling her deeper into the pool. Tessa struggled, kicking and flailing, but the more she moved, the more the tentacles seemed to come alive. The air was thick with a strange, musky aroma that made her head spin.

The tentacles were gentle at first, cupping her breasts and brushing against her nipples, sending waves of pleasure through her. She moaned softly, her initial fear melting away as the intoxicating effects of the monster’s secretions took hold. Then, without warning, one of the tentacles slithered down between her legs, probing her most private place. Tessa’s breath hitched, her body trembling with a mix of fear and arousal.

The tentacle pushed deeper, stretching her cunt in a way that was both uncomfortable and exhilarating. More tentacles followed, each one exploring different parts of her body. Some slithered around her hips, pulling her closer to the monster’s unseen form, while others burrowed into her anus, causing her to buck and gasp in a mixture of pleasure and surprise.

The monster’s secretions were like fire on her skin, and she found herself throwing her head back, her hands clutching at the tentacles as they continued to explore her body. She was beyond embarrassment, lost in the sensations that coursed through her. Everything felt heightened, amplified, as though she were experiencing the world in ways she had never imagined possible.

Then, it happened. A burst of pleasure shot through her, so intense it left her breathless. She orgasmed, her body convulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled over her. The tentacles inside her began to tremble, and with a deep, guttural growl, the monster pumped its cum into her, filling her with warmth and a sense of completion.

The orgasm didn’t stop there. It felt as though her body was in a constant state of pleasure, each new wave of sensation building on the last. Tessa moaned, her voice echoing through the swampy chamber, as the monster continued to feed its hunger for her, its tentacles pumping in and out of her with relentless passion.

Finally, the monster’s movements slowed, and the tentacles began to retreat. Tessa sat there, trembling and gasping for breath, her body slick with sweat and the monster’s secretions. She was drenched, her skirts sticking to her legs, and she couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed at the state she was in. But deep down, she knew this was all part of the enchanting world of The Velvet Wand.

Just as she began to piece together what had just happened, a rope descended through the portal, landing in the water with a splash. Tessa looked up to see Madam Mimble smiling down at her, her wand twirling in her hand like always.

“Well, Tessa,” Madam Mimble said, her voice laced with amusement. “That was a little… intense, wasn’t it?”

Tessa blushed, her cheeks burning as she reached up to grasp the rope. “I… I don’t even know what to say,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Madam Mimble chuckled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Don’t worry, my dear. You’ll get the hang of it. Just remember, the more you embrace the adventure, the more fun it becomes.”

With a final tug, Madam Mimble pulled Tessa through the portal and out of the swamp-like chamber. As the box closed behind her, Tessa found herself back in the shop, dripping wet and more than a little shaky on her feet. But despite the absurdity of what had just happened, she couldn’t help but smile.

Madam Mimble handed her a towel. “Now, let’s clean up,” she said, her voice playful. “And remember, Tessa, the magic of the shop is all about embracing the unexpected.”

Tessa nodded, her mind still reeling from the experience. As she toweled off, a nearby shelf holding various enchanted toys creaked slightly. A pair of silver nipple clamps, with a mischievous glint in their eyes, suddenly spoke up.

“Well, Tessa,” the nipple clamps said in a sarcastic tone, “I must say, you really showed us how it’s done. You were practically dripping with excitement! But don’t worry, your bare nipples could use a little more clamping. Maybe next time, you’ll take in all the tentacles. After all, it’s not every day you get to experience a full tentacle bath.”

Tessa laughed, shaking her head. “I think I’ll stick to dusting for now, thanks.” She glanced at the clamps, which winked at her with a playful twirl.

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It was one of those rare days in Ankh-Morpork when the sun, against all odds and treaties with local weather patterns, shone.

Not just shone—it blazed, glinting off soot-stained spires, sparkling in the suspiciously iridescent puddles between cobblestones, and even managing to coax steam from the long, thin alleyways where the rats wore hats and union badges. The light filtered through dust, spell residue, and the occasional fleeing spirit, lending the city an air of almost cheerful decay.

Inside, the shop was dimly lit and utterly alive. Shelves hummed. Boxes rustled suggestively. Somewhere in the rafters, a small flying corset flapped lazily and settled onto a perch made of polished mahogany and quiet whimpers.

Tessa stared down at the egg-shaped artifact in her palm, suspicion etched across her face. Mimble stood beside her, arms crossed and grinning with unbridled glee.

“It’s a simple concept, darling,” Mimble explained, in that dangerously nonchalant tone she reserved for ideas that always ended in calamity. “The Ever-Eager Egg responds to simple verbal commands. Perfectly harmless. Just think of the possibilities for the more… adventurous customers.”

“Harmless, right,” Tessa muttered. “And you want me to test it?”

“Of course! Who else would I trust with something so delicate?” Mimble’s grin widened. “Now, just place it… somewhere comfortable.”

Tessa reluctantly complied, tucking the egg, adjusting it, patting down her skirts, trying not to overthink the absurdity of her situation.

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The sun dipped low over Ankh-Morpork, casting long shadows across the cobblestone streets. Lord Goetz, the city’s enigmatic Patrician, strode through the alleys with a newfound sense of urgency. His usual air of suave composure was somewhat marred by the tightness in his breeches—thanks to a rather unfortunate imbroglio involving a flask of questionable provenance. Somewhere in the shadowy recesses of his mind, he regretted accepting that “special drink” from the mysterious vendor at the troll market.

As he approached The Velvet Wand, a mechanical parrot perched outside squawked companionably, “Duck! Dạwk!” it screeched, causing Lord Goetz to flinch. The sign above the door—a wand made of crimson velvet—twitched suggestively as if waving him inside.

Inside, the shop was alive with absurdity. A sentient dildo by the door attempted to bow but ended up toppling over comically. Tessa, a young woman with rosy cheeks and a perpetual blush, was rearranging a display of self-lubricating unicorn horns, which neighed softly as she moved them. She jumped when the doorknob, a small sentient handle, waggled cheerily as Lord Goetz entered.

“Welcome, my lord!” chirped the doorknob. “How may we pleasure you today?”

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Lady Araminta Berrypick, a wealthy and impeccably dressed Ankh-Morpork aristocrat with a sharp tongue and a nose perpetually turned up at the world, was seated in The Velvet Wand’s VIP lounge. She told Mimble she detests her husband’s obsession with horseback tours through the countryside, describing them as “an abominable waste of time pretending to appreciate dirt.” and needed something to beat the boredom during those rides. 

The Lady absently twirled the silver handle of her riding crop, her expression a mix of boredom and faint curiosity. Madam Mimble, ever the consummate hostess, was in full sales mode.

“This,” Mimble announced with a theatrical flourish, “is the _Velvet Equine Saddle Deluxe_™—a revolutionary blend of comfort, class, and… extracurricular stimulation.”

Tessa, already blushing furiously, stood beside the gleaming saddle mounted on a meticulously carved wooden horse. The enchanted leather seemed to shimmer with a faint magical glow.

“Oh, it looks very ordinary,” the lady said, her tone dripping with skepticism.

Mimble’s smirk deepened. “That’s precisely the genius of it. Discretion is everything in polite society. But don’t let the unassuming appearance fool you. This saddle is packed with features to ensure even the most tedious of countryside tours can become… unforgettable.”

She gestured to Tessa. “If you would, my dear.”

Tessa, with a resigned sigh, climbed onto the saddle, her fitted riding pants—seemingly ordinary—adjusting themselves magically to fit her form. These, of course, were the patented **Easy-Access Riding Breeches**™, designed to “accommodate any unforeseen delights along the way.”

As Tessa settled onto the seat, the saddle hummed softly to life. The Patriarch Lady leaned forward slightly, her curiosity piqued.

“Now,” Mimble said, with a gleam in her eye, “we start with the basics.”

The saddle began a gentle rocking motion, perfectly synchronized to mimic the rhythm of an actual horse’s gait. Tessa’s blush deepened as subtle vibrations coursed through her.

“Oh!” she gasped, gripping the saddle’s edge.

The Patriarch Lady arched an eyebrow. “I assume there’s more to it than that?”

“Indeed,” Mimble replied, snapping her fingers. “Level two.”

The saddle intensified its rhythm, and Tessa’s breath hitched. The magical enchantments of the leather began targeting specific areas, leaving her squirming. The nipple-clamps, perched nearby on a shelf, watched with bemusement.

“Oh, she’s a natural! 8.5 for technique, but do watch your posture, dear.,” one exclaimed.

“Generous,” the other muttered. “Did you see her wobble at the start?”

Tessa shot them a glare, which immediately dissolved into a startled moan as the saddle shifted again.

The Patriarch Lady was now fully engrossed, her riding crop forgotten. “Fascinating. But what about those particularly long rides?”

Mimble grinned wickedly. “Ah, for that, we unveil the special feature.”

Before Tessa could process what that meant, the saddle pulsed, activating the pants’ unique feature. The seams of the breeches parted seamlessly, creating an inviting opening. From the saddle, an enchanted extension—shaped with exquisite detail and radiating warmth—emerged and positioned itself with unerring accuracy.

“What the—?!” Tessa yelped, her voice climbing an octave as the contraption slipped into place with a precision that could only be described as magical.

The Patriarch Lady gasped audibly, one hand clutching her pearls. “My word!” she whispered, her cheeks flushed.

Tessa’s cries alternated between shock and involuntary pleasure as the saddle continued its work. Her thighs trembled, and the clamps gave a rare nod of approval.

“Nine points,” one announced.

“Ten,” the other corrected. “She didn’t fall off.”

“Easy, considering the way she is anchored now” the other huffs. 

The Patriarch Lady’s eyes were wide, her breathing shallow. “Madam Mimble,” she said breathlessly, “I’ll take it. And the breeches. In every color.”

Mimble handed her a form with a flourish. “Of course, Lady. And might I suggest the Deluxe Lube Package for added comfort?”

The lady nodded absently, unable to tear her eyes away from Tessa’s quivering form.

When the demonstration finally ended, Tessa slumped forward, panting and utterly spent. The enchanted saddle gently adjusted, allowing her to dismount with surprising grace.

As she staggered away, Mimble handed her a small vial labeled “_Restorative Balm for Well-Worked Riders_™.”

“For the soreness, dear,” Mimble said sweetly. Then, leaning in, she whispered, “Excellent performance, Tessa. The clamps gave you a ten, you know.”

Tessa shot her a withering look but couldn’t suppress a small, satisfied smile.

The Patriarch Lady clutched her new purchase with an eagerness that bordered on indecent. “My husband will never know what hit him,” she muttered, her voice tinged with glee.

Mimble chuckled as Tessa wandered off, muttering something about “needing a very long nap.”

Lady Araminta Berrypick, a wealthy and impeccably dressed Ankh-Morpork aristocrat with a sharp tongue and a nose perpetually turned up at the world, was seated in The Velvet Wand’s VIP lounge. She told Mimble she detests her husband’s obsession with horseback tours through the countryside, describing them as “an abominable waste of time pretending to appreciate dirt.” and needed something to beat the boredom during those rides. 

The Lady absently twirled the silver handle of her riding crop, her expression a mix of boredom and faint curiosity. Madam Mimble, ever the consummate hostess, was in full sales mode.

“This,” Mimble announced with a theatrical flourish, “is the _Velvet Equine Saddle Deluxe_™—a revolutionary blend of comfort, class, and… extracurricular stimulation.”

Tessa, already blushing furiously, stood beside the gleaming saddle mounted on a meticulously carved wooden horse. The enchanted leather seemed to shimmer with a faint magical glow.

“Oh, it looks very ordinary,” the lady said, her tone dripping with skepticism.

Mimble’s smirk deepened. “That’s precisely the genius of it. Discretion is everything in polite society. But don’t let the unassuming appearance fool you. This saddle is packed with features to ensure even the most tedious of countryside tours can become… unforgettable.”

She gestured to Tessa. “If you would, my dear.”

Tessa, with a resigned sigh, climbed onto the saddle, her fitted riding pants—seemingly ordinary—adjusting themselves magically to fit her form. These, of course, were the patented **Easy-Access Riding Breeches**™, designed to “accommodate any unforeseen delights along the way.”

As Tessa settled onto the seat, the saddle hummed softly to life. The Patriarch Lady leaned forward slightly, her curiosity piqued.

“Now,” Mimble said, with a gleam in her eye, “we start with the basics.”

The saddle began a gentle rocking motion, perfectly synchronized to mimic the rhythm of an actual horse’s gait. Tessa’s blush deepened as subtle vibrations coursed through her.

“Oh!” she gasped, gripping the saddle’s edge.

The Patriarch Lady arched an eyebrow. “I assume there’s more to it than that?”

“Indeed,” Mimble replied, snapping her fingers. “Level two.”

The saddle intensified its rhythm, and Tessa’s breath hitched. The magical enchantments of the leather began targeting specific areas, leaving her squirming. The nipple-clamps, perched nearby on a shelf, watched with bemusement.

“Oh, she’s a natural! 8.5 for technique, but do watch your posture, dear.,” one exclaimed.

“Generous,” the other muttered. “Did you see her wobble at the start?”

Tessa shot them a glare, which immediately dissolved into a startled moan as the saddle shifted again.

The Patriarch Lady was now fully engrossed, her riding crop forgotten. “Fascinating. But what about those particularly long rides?”

Mimble grinned wickedly. “Ah, for that, we unveil the special feature.”

Before Tessa could process what that meant, the saddle pulsed, activating the pants’ unique feature. The seams of the breeches parted seamlessly, creating an inviting opening. From the saddle, an enchanted extension—shaped with exquisite detail and radiating warmth—emerged and positioned itself with unerring accuracy.

“What the—?!” Tessa yelped, her voice climbing an octave as the contraption slipped into place with a precision that could only be described as magical.

The Patriarch Lady gasped audibly, one hand clutching her pearls. “My word!” she whispered, her cheeks flushed.

Tessa’s cries alternated between shock and involuntary pleasure as the saddle continued its work. Her thighs trembled, and the clamps gave a rare nod of approval.

“Nine points,” one announced.

“Ten,” the other corrected. “She didn’t fall off.”

“Easy, considering the way she is anchored now” the other huffs. 

The Patriarch Lady’s eyes were wide, her breathing shallow. “Madam Mimble,” she said breathlessly, “I’ll take it. And the breeches. In every color.”

Mimble handed her a form with a flourish. “Of course, Lady. And might I suggest the Deluxe Lube Package for added comfort?”

The lady nodded absently, unable to tear her eyes away from Tessa’s quivering form.

When the demonstration finally ended, Tessa slumped forward, panting and utterly spent. The enchanted saddle gently adjusted, allowing her to dismount with surprising grace.

As she staggered away, Mimble handed her a small vial labeled “_Restorative Balm for Well-Worked Riders_™.”

“For the soreness, dear,” Mimble said sweetly. Then, leaning in, she whispered, “Excellent performance, Tessa. The clamps gave you a ten, you know.”

Tessa shot her a withering look but couldn’t suppress a small, satisfied smile.

The Patriarch Lady clutched her new purchase with an eagerness that bordered on indecent. “My husband will never know what hit him,” she muttered, her voice tinged with glee.

Mimble chuckled as Tessa wandered off, muttering something about “needing a very long nap.”

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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 - Emporium of Enchanted Enticements, 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 3: The Velvet Wand - The Unruly Contraption

The sun dipped low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the bustling streets of Ankh-Morpork. Inside the peculiar magic shop, Tessa found herself in an increasingly awkward situation. The contraption, still securely attached to her, continued its relentless quest to reward every smile with an orgasm, leaving her legs trembling and the floor behind the counter slick with her juices. Her face burned with embarrassment as she attempted to maintain her composure amidst the chaos.

"Tessa," the shop owner's voice carried through the air, laced with both amusement and concern. "What in the name of magic is going on back here?"

Tessa's head snapped up, her eyes wide with a mixture of alarm and relief. The owner stood in the doorway, her eyes twinkling with suppressed laughter as she took in the scene. The contraption buzzed faintly, and Tessa winced, her cheeks flushing even deeper.

"It's... it's a contraption," Tessa stammered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the device. "It attached itself to me, and every time someone smiles, it... well, you know."

The owner chuckled, shaking her head in amusement. "Oh, Tessa, my dear. Such a curious contraption indeed. But don't worry, it will detach itself at nightfall. The full moon's magic only lasts so long."

Tessa sighed in relief, though the device's persistence continued to vex her. Before she could respond, the owner's laughter deepened, and she leaned in, her smile knowing andielic. "But in the meantime, why don't you let it have its fun? After all, we could all use a little extra magic in our lives."

Tessa groaned, sinking deeper into her chair as the contraption pulsed again, sending another wave of pleasure through her. The owner's laughter echoed as she turned and exited the storage room, leaving Tessa to her predicament.

Just as Tessa began to resign herself to her fate, the bell at the entrance jingled, signaling a new customer. Her heart sank as she prepared herself for the inevitable awkwardness.

A middle-aged woman entered the shop, her eyes scanning the shelves with Purpose. She approached the counter, her gaze fixing on Tessa with an amused smirk. "Good evening," the woman said, her voice laced with curiosity. "I'm looking for a potion to... enhance my evening."

Tessa's eyes widened, and she felt a deep flush creep up her neck as the contraption responded to the woman's smile, causing another orgasm to ripple through her. She bit down on her lip, willing herself to maintain her composure.

"I-I have just the thing," Tessa stammered, her voice trembling. "We have a variety of potions here... uhm... each with their own unique effects."

The woman raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening as she glanced at the floor behind the counter. "Unique effects, eh? Well, whatever it is, it seems to be quite effective."

Tessa's face turned crimson, and she buried her hands in her skirts, trying to.mask her embarassment. "Well, I-I suppose... but let's not get ahead of ourselves."

The contraption buzzed again, and Tessa groaned inwardly as another wave of pleasure coursed through her. The woman chuckled, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, dear. It seems you're already experiencing the effects."

"I-I'm fine," Tessa insisted, though her shaking hands betrayed her. "It's just... a bit... overwhelming."

The woman shrugged, her smile suggesting she found the situation rather entertaining. "Well, I'm sure you'll manage. Now, back to business. What have you got for me?"

Tessa forced herself to focus, her mind racing as she tried to recomposure. "W-Well, we have... potions for courage, potions for love, potions for... uhm... vitality."

The woman's gaze lingered on Tessa for a moment longer before she turned her attention to the shelves. "Vitality, you say? I think that's precisely what I need."

Tessa swallowed hard, her mind whirling with a mix of relief and apprehension. She reached for a small vial, her hands trembling slightly as she placed it on the counter. "Here you go, ma'am. Just a few drops, and I assure you, it will have the desired effect."

The woman nodded, her smirk never faltering. "Well, I'm counting on it. After all, a little magic never hurt anyone."

With a parting wink, the woman exited the shop, leaving Tessa to collapse into her chair, her face buried in her hands. The contraption buzzed faintly, as if smug, and Tessa groaned, her resolve tested but still intact.

As the day wore on, Tessa found solace in the promise that the contraption would detach itself at nightfall.

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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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 1: The Velvet Wand - 

A Tale of Enchantment and Surprise

As Tessa approaches the shop, she braces herself for the typical magic shop ambiance—incense, sultry lighting, and shelves of vaguely wand-shaped objects. Instead, she is greeted by a shop that meows, a doorknob that purrs, and a floating sign that cheerfully welcomes her with a wink.

Inside, the shop owner, a charming woman with twinkling eyes and a hearty laugh, greets Tessa warmly. "Oh, you poor thing! Ever since I read your letter, I've been waiting to meet you," she says, leading Tessa to her office. But just as they sit down, the bell at the door jingles, and the owner excuses herself to aid a customer, leaving Tessa alone.

In the silence, Tessa's attention is drawn to a bowl of candies on the desk, each one practically glowing with allure. Her curiosity piqued, she plucks one, the wrapper bearing a suggestive label: "You Pop When I Pop." The candy melts in her mouth, its sweet flavor luring her in, but as it dissolves, a strange arousal sweeps over her. Confused but intrigued, she notices the box with the label, her thoughts swirling.

Just then, the owner returns, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Darling, I really, really need a demonstrator," she declares with a conspiratorial grin. Tessa's flush deepens, her hair ruffled from her sudden excitement.

Without thinking, Tessa pops the remaining candy in her mouth. The sensation is electric, and she is overcome by an orgasm so intense it leaves her sunk into her chair, embarrassment mingling with awe.

The owner laughs, a joyous sound, clapping her hands. "Yes! You're hired!" she exclaims, beaming.

As Tessa's cheeks redden, she realizes this is just the beginning of her adventures at The Velvet Wand.

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