Twin Wands: A Futanari Witch Story
When the Rift opens, Rowena becomes the conduit between twin magus sisters, bound into a living circuit of sex and power as the city teeters on oblivion.
WARNING: Contains explicit content. 18+ only.
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Rowena had always known she was different. Growing up in the shadow of the Crimson Spire, she’d watched the twin magus sisters practice their art from a distance, their spells weaving together in perfect harmony. She’d felt a pull toward them, a magnetic attraction she couldn’t explain. She was just a street rat, a nobody, with no magical talent to speak of. Or so she’d thought.
The day the Rift opened, she found out how wrong she was.
It started as a crack in the sky above the city, a thin line of violet light that grew wider with each passing hour. The magus sisters, Seraphina and Celeste, fought to contain it, their twin wands blazing against the darkness. But the Rift was too powerful, too hungry. It fed on magic, growing stronger with every spell they cast.
Rowena watched from the streets, feeling the pull intensify as the Rift expanded. It was calling to her, she realized. Not the Rift itself, but something on the other side. Something that knew her. Something that had been waiting for her.
“You!” a voice shouted. Rowena turned to find Seraphina stumbling toward her, one wand arm hanging uselessly at her side. The magus’s face was pale, her eyes wild. “You’re the conduit. I can feel it. The Rift is keyed to you.
Rowena shook her head. “I don’t understand. I’m not a mage. I’ve never cast a spell in my life.
“You don’t need to be a mage. You ARE the spell.” Seraphina grabbed her arm, and Rowena felt a surge of energy pass between them, hot and electric. “The Rift chose you. And if we don’t close it together, the city will fall.
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