The sound of the intruding voice created as shockwave of negativity in Katrina that slowly began to avalanche into panic; she was always fearful of the direct or indirect fury Lillian could bring to Katrina's life on campus, whether or not her social life seemed non-existent. Getting caught in one of Samir's flirting attempts seemed an even worse happenstance after hearing Lillian blame other women for coming onto her libidinous boyfriend.

But with the magic still in effect, the core the shockwave reached was immediately doused in the positively-encouraging energy that turned bad timing into an opportunity.

"Katrina?!? What the f-"

"SHHHHhhhh!" Katrina turned to face Lillian, raising a single finger to bid her mute. The power from the pages shot out to run itself over her lips and throat. Voice instantly robbed of any audible sound, as well as the ability to be angry or jolted over the restrictive spell. She looked at Katrina with a confused look, rubbing her hands all over her mouth and throat, trying to figure out the malfunction short-circuiting what was supposed to be righteous indignation. 

Seeing Lillian's personality so neutered so easily, the surge between Katrina's legs only grew stronger, vitality rising over the languishing of someone she was once afraid of. Expecting her hands to already be full with Samir who remained a faithful translator, they expanded to include Lillian whatever mystical mischief there could be to play.

Knowing the possibilities were probably endless in what they could be ordered to do or feel, Katrina couldn't even begin to think where to start.

"Hmmmmmm...." was the happy sound the Librarian made, which somehow ignited the golden-yellow, the brighter wave traveling to Lillian. Ripples of the color ran across her throat and lips, massaging and caressing the skin, making her draw a breath that couldn't hide the bestirring reaction.

It took a moment to realize what had happened, how the magic made Lillian feel Katrina's contemplative hum a magnitude more than she heard it.

"Hmmmmmm..." an unthinking, approving hum from the realization produced the same effect, and Lillian rubbed the skin where the magic held its domain, unsure as to whether she was trying to physically, impossibly excise it, or drive it deeper into her skin and nerves.

Katrina laughed lightly, musically in a following reaction, and a flood of bliss covered her whole head as a listless smile crossed her face. 

Stilling herself from what she witnessed was hard as the vicious cycle of reactions was fun to behold, but sorting thoughts out to try to explain why brought up a curious aspect that grew less asinine the more she thought about it.

"I guess a music major would magically respond that way," Katrina inwardly reasoned.

All too interested to explore why different people received different spells tailored to them in a certain way, Katrina reached with to access the magic, and open herself up to the world above.

"\\I|\N^V-_E_R<>S|I\O//N|"

As gravity slowly took the trio from the Library floor to the darker, ceiling version, another errant thought produced another response.

"_T_R|AN=S|/L-A<T_E+"

The energy flow between them gave Katrina more insight in the mystical travel arrangement.

"Intertwining worlds are what binds those to fate. Never letting the weight of one world keep you solely grounded. Verses speak of ascendancy, called upon by conjured knowledge. Ever drawn to the shadows that illuminate. Reborn  into the rising that is falling. Surrendering to the magic that awaits. Infinite learnings. Opportune evocations. Necessary subjection."

Katrina almost fe3l into the meaning of the words herself, knowing Samir and Lillian's rewritten core bore their imprint. The sense of the world change tickled her skin as her hair flowed aimlessly in zero gravity, before hanging upside down as Katrina righted herself, the energy righting her academic slave's positioning for them.
 
As her feet rested on the marble flooring of the castle library, something about the space she visited once before seemed different, cleaner, polished, organized. Looking around, she saw a faint glow emanating from the familiar Library Sciences book she used on Amber. With the glowing energy at her fingertips, Katrina reached out her hand towards the book.

"=S>>U\M:M*O^N>"

Before Katrina could even turn to address Samir, he anticipated her command and automatically supplied her with a clear rendition.

"Soulful remnants at beck and call. Upon the enlightened's heeding, servicing texts open to instruction. Musings becoming fateful callings. Marching orders to become as written. Obedience is unneeding of questions. None shall resist curation."

The glowing book removed itself from the shelf, opening itself a short distance between the shelf and the Librarian, pouring out an ethereal figure of Amber, shaped and constructed by the golden yellow.

"Hello, my Curator," the glowing form of Amber spoke with reverence and adoration. "How may I be of service?"

Katrina was a little stunned seeing a piece of Amber remaining in the ceiling world, a literal parcel of her soul made up of light, even tangible as Katrina reached out her hand to physically touch, feeling the warmth as curated-Amber leaned into the touch, growing hotter as her skin flushed. Somehow, she knew that Amber in the real world was feeling some of what her counterpart experienced, tethering the same woman to two planes.

Ever-curious to test the physicality of the supernatural, Katrina pulled the waiting entity to a kiss, feeling familiar lips press against his, the persistent heat of curated-Amber comforting and encouraging. Keeping a grip of her hair, she pushed her downwards to an unsheathed crotch where deep breaths gave way to sensual, strong licks between her thighs and deeper inside. Moaning loudly, Katrina felt the deeper connection, even feeling the ability to warp her energies. As Katrina was thoroughly licked out, she touched a part of Amber's skin, running her fingers along it to make a similar sensation run between illuminated thighs. Curated-Amber ensured that they came together, timing her own reaction to driving the Librarian across the finish line.

As Katrina found a chair to rest on, still-absorbing the miraculous exchange, the kneeling entity remained smiling, juices running down her light-based face.

"How else may I be of service, my Curator?" the naughty intonation communicated how much she wanted more.

Katrina had to take a few deep breaths to realize she was still present with unconverted subjects, eager to indoctrinate them like she apparently had with Amber, but also eager to engage more in what curated-Amber was offering right away.

Katrina took a few more deep breaths as she felt the magic make her lips tingle before uttering the next spell.