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"writing": "[b][u][center]Special Teachings from Special Professors\nPart 1\nFor a-lycotonum\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n \n \n \n \n \n\n\n\nMost people studying at the Arcanamirium had very clear reasons to be there. After all, with the steep tuition and the long-term commitment to the upper classmen, one didn’t apply to the prestigious magic school unless they were sure that they wanted to be there. Most of the others students that Vitus talked to were quite clear on what they wanted to do once they left the school, whether that was to take a position under a noble lord in their homelands as advisor, working as a ship’s wind mage, or something else far more interesting than their lives had been before.\n\nHe was sure that he would have a similar sort of ambition if he felt capable of passing any of his classes.\n\nVitus groaned as he slumped over his table in the Grand Library, resisting the urge to beat his face against the table again. Despite his attempts to educate himself further, to get a grip on the magical theory that bound all their studies together, every book was even more incomprehensible than the classes that he was pushing himself through. Every teacher seemed to be talking on a level so far above his ability to understand that he might as well be an insect among a bunch of normal people.\n\nThump.\n\nOkay, so he couldn’t quite resist banging his head against the table. And it was probably a bad idea, considering how much that thump hurt. His head ached, and he groaned as he forced himself to sit up.\n\nNormally, he could bring himself out of these funks with a reminder that he wouldn’t have been accepted into the Arcanamirium without some talent for magic. They were very clear about that during the entrance exams. If you didn’t show some talent, then you weren’t allowed in. It just about required some pre-study, and he knew that. He understood that.\n\nThe problem was…\n\nVitus sighed, looking down at his hands. Even without reaching out for the magic, he could feel it under his skin, feel it surging and seething the way that the wild energy always did.\n\n[i]Sorcerer blood,[/i] he thought, shaking his head. [i]Good for looking intimidating and damn little else…[/i]\n\nIt had been enough to get him admitted under apprentice status, but that was it. Ever since, he’d been stuffed into class after class where every teacher seemed to be trying to teach future wizards, going over theory and numbers and mathematics for the spell energies rather than giving him any idea of how to use what he actually had.\n\nHe’d gone through the system a number of times, trying to address the problems, but the answer he always got boiled down to one little sentence.\n\n[i]Find your own way.[/i]\n\nWell, that was easy for them to say. Most of the other students had actually [i]studied[/i] magic before coming here. Most of the other students had either folded it into their lives, becoming pseudo-mages before making their way to the school.\n\n[i]Being a runner doesn’t prepare you for this sort of thing…[/i]\n\nSighing, he closed the book and pressed the glyph on the side of the table to summon the resident spirits of the library. They’d be by before long to put the books away and make sure that the workspace stayed clean, leaving him free to go.\n\nHe walked down the middle of the three spiral staircases that led up to the second floor, shaking his head as he walked by other students that were chattering away about their latest accomplishments. Most of them were journeymen, already advancing through the ranks of the Arcanamirium. Some of them had joined when he did, using their greater understanding to move faster through the school’s ranks.\n\nWalking a little faster to avoid being seen, he reached the bottom of the steps and hurried through the shelves and the aisles of the library, ignoring the way that they rearranged themselves around him to give him a way out. The almost-living structure was always doing that, giving people ease of access to anywhere they were allowed to go.\n\nVitus didn’t stop moving until he reached the hallway outside the library, one of the connecting stone corridors that led between the different buildings. He looked up at the arrows on the wall, watching the bouncing, bobbing, floating things point to the different sections of the school. He didn’t need to use them for reference, but he still stared at them as if he were new to the place.\n\n[i]Back to the dorms, again. Back to my room, where I’ll stare at the ceiling and think about how worthless I am…[/i]\n\nGrumbling, Vitus tried to push that thought back, but it was already seeping into his skull and taking up residence. He sighed. Looked like it was going to be a depression night.\n\nHe turned to his left, took one step, only to be pelted by something hard to the back of his head.\n\nFreezing in place, he slowly turned. Half-expecting to see a student with spiral of light and a series of pebbles to shoot at him, he found himself facing a small, glowing ball of red energy.\n\n“Messenger from Professor Katya Orlov to Student Vitus Leontina. Accept?”\n\n“…Uh, yes,” Vitus said after a second.\n\n“Playing message.”\n\nThe energy ball expanded into a scroll-shape, and in the middle of the red energy, the face of one of his professors appeared.\n\nProfessor Katya Orlov was one of the stricter teachers in the Arcanamirium, but she was definitely one of the more effective ones…if you could understand her. The striking woman, with sharp cheekbones and a stare that could pin someone to the wall at fifty paces, was glaring at him through the message. It almost felt like he had done something wrong, and he should fall to his knees begging for absolution.\n\nIt also didn’t help that the screen put her at a height nearly a foot taller than she actually was, able to look down on him from the message.\n\n“[i]Student Vitus, you are to report to my classroom at the end of the day for tutoring. You are currently more than three lectures behind in your notes, and it is clear that you are not understanding the material. If you do not make yourself available for this time, I will recommend to your superiors that you be dropped from the program.[/i]”\n\n“End message,” the ball of light said as it reformed. “Response?”\n\n“…Uh, response, right.” He shook his head. “I’ll be there. Uh, end.”\n\n“Message received.”\n\nThe ball of energy went flying down the hallway, dodging and weaving around the heads of other students. He watched it depart, shaking his head a few times as he imagined how much trouble he was going to be in if he didn’t appear.\n\nKicked from the program. He knew that there were teachers that could end the scholarship dreams of any student with nothing but a word, but he didn’t know that he was already treading so close to that line.\n\n[i]Then again, not understanding anything for almost a month…[/i]\n\nProfessor Orlov’s class wasn’t the only one that he was falling behind in, though he had thought that it was the one where he was safest. He’d been keeping up there for longer than most of the other classes, and she…\n\nWell, she had been forgiving up til now.\n\n[i]Better make sure that I’m not late.[/i]\n\nHe almost chuckled to himself there. He might not understand most of the material that the college taught, but one thing was for sure. He was never late to class. Vitus knew every nook and cranny of the building, every little passage through the side alleys and the little tunnels that only the servants and the spirits used.\n\nIf there was a way to shave time off a journey, he knew it.\n\n#\n\nHe arrived at the classroom just as the final chimes echoed through the Arcanamirium. Weaving through the departing crowd of students, he managed to weasel his way into one of the seats at the front of the lecture hall, and he sat down, crossing his hands together over the desk as he waited for the professor to have time for him.\n\nProfessor Orlov had her back to him, and she was just as short and small as he remembered. Barely five feet tall, her long black hair was her most defining feature, running down her back all the way to her waist, almost tickling her bottom from behind, and he blushed as he forced his head back up.\n\nShe’d taken to wearing long boots and thicker pants of late, things that seemed to be tight to her body rather than something that hid her modesty the way that other professors did. There was speculation among the student that she had taken some sort of lover after classes, considering how much the forty-year-old was showing off her body, but nobody had any proof of that.\n\nHe continued waiting, trying to keep patient and calm as the older woman settled her notes together. He waited for over a minute before she finally turned around, and he didn’t see her smile, either.\n\n“Ah, there you are. Made it on time, I see.”\n\n“That’s never been my problem, Professor.”\n\n“No, comprehension has been.”\n\nShe leaned back on her desk, looking down at him from the lecture stage. It was a power play, he knew that much. She was making sure that he couldn’t look down at her, making sure that she stayed on the high ground so that her height couldn’t be used as a tool against her. He knew how that worked for people that weren’t blessed with some greater stature.\n\nBut he doubted that she needed it. Those black eyes seemed more than capable of robbing anyone of their height advantage, and he shivered as he felt like a bug pinned under them.\n\n“You haven’t turned in any notes that show any understanding of the subject for nearly a month, Vitus. What’s happened?”\n\n“I…don’t know?”\n\n“Liar.”\n\nShe shook her head, almost goodnaturedly, but he could tell that there was more annoyance there than she was letting on. He sighed.\n\n“I don’t get most of the theory, okay?” he muttered. “I want to, but…”\n\n“Sorcerer problems?”\n\nHe nodded.\n\n“That’s no excuse.”\n\n“Really?”\n\nHe looked up at her, biting off a sarcastic response. He was already in enough hot water, but…\n\nProfessor Orlov arched an eyebrow at him, and he lowered his head back to his desk, taking a few deep breaths. She continued.\n\n“You are a sorcerer, but that’s no excuse not to know the theory.”\n\n“That’s wizard stuff.”\n\n“Wizard stuff, as you call it, is a cornerstone to understanding your own power. If you don’t know how it works, then every use of it will be inefficient. You will burn through your power faster than you can restore it, and eventually, you [i]will[/i] have an accident. And if you’re lucky, that accident will only harm you.”\n\n“Hmmph.”\n\nHe shook his head, holding out his hands.\n\n“Do you really think that I can cast enough magic to be worth a damn? Look. I can barely summon sparks.”\n\nAnd summon them he did. Little blue lights danced between his fingers, little shards of energy that couldn’t even properly be called lightning. They danced and wriggled and arced about, occasionally darting for the desk beneath him before running back to his hands. Shaking his head, he let his hands fall down again, the magic fading with it.\n\n“If I can barely do that, what’s the point in learning the theory? What am I supposed to be able to do, hmm?”\n\n“Anything you like, if you know what you’re doing,” the Professor said. “But if you aren’t interested in the wizarding way of learning the theory, there are…other ways.”\n\nThis was a first. He looked up, blinking as the professor stepped down from the stage. She walked across the shallow ‘moat’ between the chairs and the stage, and then sat down on top of the desks next to his. She crossed her legs, her leather boots almost tapping the top of his desk.\n\n“Wizards pull their understanding together through numbers. Perhaps we have been approaching it wrong.”\n\n“I…have been asking people about that…seeing if there was a different way that I could learn from my teachers,” he said, half-hoping that this was genuine. It would save his career in the school.\n\n“None of these requests have been passed on to me.”\n\n“That would explain a lot.”\n\n“But that’s neither here nor there.”\n\nProfessor Orlov gestured at the table, and her magic summoned the papers that she had left sitting there. They floated to her hands, and she flicked through them, pulling one out and then putting it back in until she found the right one.\n\n“Ah, here we are.”\n\nShe slapped the piece of paper down in front of him. It was a diagram of a spell, but not in the usual written way with math and limiting words placed all over the wards and runes and sigils and glyphs. Instead, it seemed more…artistic.\n\nAlmost immediately, it called to him, pulling his attention towards it. He leaned in, his finger hovering over the page.\n\n“What is this? This isn’t the kind of magic that you’ve been teaching so far.”\n\n“That’s because you’re the only sorcerer. This is more…visual, rather than logical. Trace the lines. What do they mean?”\n\nIt was like a piece of art, almost. While Vitus had never been an artist himself, he had been one to enjoy seeing what other people made. He traced his fingers along the circles of the spellframe, letting his mind run over the colors and shapes and –\n\n[i]A ward, a sealing circle,[/i] he thought, getting the feeling from the shape. [i]No, not quite. Not sealing, redirecting. Bouncing the energy back, forcing it to build on itself.[/i]\n\nHe blinked. He had never just…got it like that before. Even when it was spelled out in front of him, it just didn’t sink in, but this…this was something different. He stared at the circle, then traced the lines, unable to help himself, seeing if he could –\n\n[i]Structure, foundation, laying out the limitations of the energy and the path it has to follow. The circle builds up the power, the lines distribute it, direct it. Form the running tracks for the power that’s summoned, and –[/i]\n\nVitus was panting with excitement, unable to help himself as the world seemed to open up before him. He kept tracing his fingers along the different lines, eager to see where his understanding would take him, where it was leading.\n\n[i]Summoning of power, binding it to a body, giving it the strength of –[/i]\n\nFreezing as his finger hit the rune at the very end, the young man stared at the little set of squiggles. Just an hour ago, maybe even a few minutes ago, he would have said that the design at the end meant ‘fire’, that the spell would give someone else the fierce strength of burning flame when it was imprinted on their body.\n\nBut seeing it now, tracing the way that the fire was jagged rather than curved, how it seemed to point down rather than up…\n\n“This…this summons demon energy, doesn’t it?” he whispered.\n\n“Oh, you are [i]very[/i] much a sorcerer, aren’t you?”\n\nProfessor Orlov laughed, and he looked at her in shock. She leaned over, pressing a hand onto his shoulder and giving it a squeeze.\n\n“You figured that out very quick. I’m rather surprised. Have you made a study of demon runes outside of class?”\n\n“No, but the feel…”\n\n“You felt it out? That’s all?”\n\nHe nodded.\n\n“Well, that’s quite impressive. There aren’t many that would just understand it. There are many other spells like that. Some dealing with demons, some not; would you care to see them?”\n\n“I…I don’t know…”\n\n“They are…pleasurable, if that makes a difference,” the short woman said. “I know that there are many students that would give you a great deal of…attention…if you were able to use these spells on them.”\n\nVitus shivered. The idea of using demons, regardless of reasons, was akin to throwing oneself into the fires of Hell. Even if one didn’t get burned by their summons, they would be caught by the Arcanamirium’s enforcers eventually. One did not deal with them lightly, not in this day and age.\n\nAnd worse…\n\nHe stroked his finger down over the final rune again. He could almost pick out a name from it, as if there was a specific demon attached to the rune rather than just the fires of Hell. Vitus shivered again, pushing it away.\n\n“I…I don’t think so. I’ll learn the other way.”\n\n“You can’t learn the other way,” his professor said. “You’ve already proved that.”\n\n“I can try.”\n\n“You’ll fail.”\n\n“Better to fail than to go for…that.”\n\nThe rune seemed to pulse as he stared at it, and he shoved the paper right off the desk. They both watched the paper float down to the floor, then the professor turned back to him, her hair falling around the sides of her face.\n\n“Throwing away a tool? Why?”\n\n“Better to throw away a tool than my life.”\n\n“You know, the way you’re acting, I have the feeling that [i]someone[/i] might be tempted to go to the First Spell Lord after this meeting.”\n\nThere was little point in denying that. As soon as he realized just how bound up that spell was to Hell, he knew better than to touch it himself. More to the point, Professor Orlov had no reason to be teaching the spell, either. She taught magical theory, not demonic studies. Even if it was purely to show how the spell was made, there was no reason for the older woman to keep it in her notes.\n\nShe sighed.\n\n“I had hoped that you would be a little more…understanding. After all, you are an underling here, someone that has little hope of graduating on his own. I was going to offer you a means to excel…but I suppose no one will miss you.”\n\n“What –”\n\nThe black-haired woman held up her hand. A red light flared against her palm, but unlike the messenger ball from before, this one was tinged with a deep crimson rather than an orange flame. It burst to life, rushing from her hand to his head.\n\n“NNNNGH!”\n\nVitus bit off a scream as it wrapped around his temples and forehead like an infernal halo, clenching down around his black hair, the light reflecting off the red streaks as it went further down. He grabbed for it, but it burned his hands.\n\nAnd then, it squeezed again, not against his skin, but against his mind.\n\nGasping for breath, Vitus slumped forward against the desk, barely catching himself with his hands. He shuddered, forcing himself to keep breathing as he felt the heat of the spell pressing down on his mind, smothering his thoughts as they tried to come together, searing away anything that managed to grow out of his brain. Every attempt to escape was just…scoured away.\n\nProfessor Orlov stood up, shaking her head. As her hair scattered about, she closed her eyes, muttering under her breath. When she opened them again…\n\nHis eyes went wide. Her eyes had gone from the deep black that he was used to seeing to a demonic crimson, her lips turning up in a small smile.\n\n“Follow me.”\n\nThe circlet around his head pulsed and he was forced to get to his feet. There was nothing he could do to fight it; all he could do was follow orders.\n\nVitus bit his lips as his body moved against his will, but his regret, his anger, his fear were all burned away by the power of this strange spell. It pulled him along after her, out of his seat and onto the stage, all the way to the back of the lecture stage to a torch sconce.\n\nShe pulled it, and a hole opened in the floor with a ladder leading down. She gestured to it, and he started the long climb into the darkness.\n\n[i]She’s a demon worshiper,[/i] he realized, the thought burned away but the memory remained. [i]Is she…is she going to kill me?[/i]\n\nDeeper and deeper into the darkness they went, the ladder taking him further and further from the familiar lecture halls and into a deep place that he had no idea existed. They had to be well and truly below even the deepest basements of the Arcanamirium, probably further down than most of the earth-practicing mages tended to affect with their demonstrative magics. He was surprised that such a place existed, but at the same time…\n\n“Nnngh…”\n\n“Stop thinking. You won’t be able to puzzle things out without my permission,” Professor Orlov said from above.\n\nHe groaned under his breath, knowing that was the truth. There was too much power to her spell for him to be able to get around it with just thinking about it. If he had been more powerful in magic, then maybe, maybe, he might have been able to use his power to break through, but as it was…\n\n[i]Should have pushed for more education sooner…[/i]\n\nThey finally reached the bottom of the ladder, and he was vaguely aware of a click-clank sound to the professor’s steps that he hadn’t been aware of before. What it might be didn’t click with him, though. He just knew that it wasn’t quite right.\n\nShe led him down a nearby tunnel, pulling him along by the hand. He shivered, feeling something through the circlet on his head, a strange…aroused sensation.\n\n[i]Is this…mmph…is this…what she wants?[/i]\n\nSoft groans continued to escape him as he felt the pressure on his brain get stronger, hotter, harder. Just like a certain other body part.\n\nHe blushed as he realized that his pants were getting tighter and tighter, his cock actually getting harder, and…and harder. He panted under his breath, his shaft throbbing against the front of his leather trousers, his balls feeling like they were churning away with the strange need that the circlet was giving him.\n\nHis hands clenched into fists, or at least, they tried to. All he could do was grip the professor’s hand tighter, and she chuckled at him for that.\n\n“You are learning. I am in charge now, Vitus. You will make for a most excellent tool, both for me and for Melchiresa.”\n\nMelchiresa. The circlet must have found that acceptable information, because he was remembering who that was.\n\nA demon, and a powerful one. Minor in the grand pantheon of things, but powerful enough to reach through the boundaries between worlds and affect those that gave him worship and adoration. \n\nAnd utterly forbidden, even more so than the other demons that students might have been tempted to worship, he remembered. Melchiresa was a demon lord over lust and monsters, who brought changes in form to those that served him and gifted them with an insatiable lust for those around them. It was a corruptive power, something that was meant to bring about the demonic nature that resided in every mortal, feed it, and bring it to the surface.\n\nSomehow, that only seemed to feed the lust that the circlet was giving him, leaving him panting and shaking, his body quivering with need.\n\nThey reached the end of the tunnel, coming upon a shrine of sorts. A statue of the demon stood in an alcove above an altar, and upon the altar were oils and…and various phallic objects.\n\n“Get on the altar, Vitus.”\n\nHe had no choice but to obey, his body moving on its own.\n\n“Strip, too.”\n\nHis hands moved as he walked, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it over his head before grabbing for the ties of his trousers. They came undone easily enough, and as he kicked off his boots, he pulled them down and away. He had been going commando for a while now, so there was nothing left to remove.\n\nAs he sat on the altar, he saw that his teacher was doing the same. Her shirt came off, revealing a pair of breasts beneath a binder. A single pull removed it, revealing a much larger set than he anticipated.\n\nAs they jiggled, she reached further down, pulling at her pants, dragging them down…and revealing the hairiest pair of legs he had ever seen.\n\n“What…what…” He couldn’t complete the question, the circlet holding him back.\n\n“A tribute to the demon,” she said with a small chuckle. “He gifts me with power, and I gift him with my body.”\n\nThat explained her change in behavior of late. She had been keeping to tighter clothing to hide that transformation, not show off for someone. He blushed as his cock continued to throb, though, even as she pulled off her pants and her boots, revealing her black-furred legs and the cloven hooves that had been hidden beneath.\n\nShe approached with the soft click, click, click of her hooves against the stone floor, smirking at him.\n\n“You will come to serve Melchiresa like I have,” she said, pushing him back on the altar before following him up, straddling his waist. “The pleasure that the demon lord offers is beyond compare.”\n\n“But…mmph…”\n\n“There is no refusing now.” She chuckled. “You will not remember this in the morning. You will not remember that you were brought here for your conversion, only that you came to me for tutoring. But you will have a gift from him to enjoy.”\n\nHer hand along his shaft was so soft and gentle that he almost forgot where they were, gasping softly as he felt her gripping him, tugging on him. When she leaned back, rubbing her pussy against his cock, he almost lost it right then and there, his eyes rolling back in their sockets.\n\n[i]Demon…demon…[/i]\n\nHe kept trying to think of that, but the pressure on his mind was so strong, the pleasure of the body so high. He could feel her taking him further down the road to corruption, and for all his protests…\n\nHe couldn’t think why it was such a bad thing…\n\nWith his mind seared clean by the power of her spell, all he could focus on was the pleasure of her slow strokes of his cock, the way that she rubbed the head of his shaft between her legs, against a hot, wet pussy. He moaned as she pushed back against him, almost sinking him inside of her. He panted as she leaned down, kissing his forehead and anointing him with the oils about them.\n\n“Let me show you the pleasure that Melchiresa gives his followers.”\n\nShe turned away from him, shifting so that his cock rested not against her pussy, but against her ass. He groaned, watching as she gripped his cock, smearing it with oils before rubbing the head against her puckered entrance. She ground back, rubbing him against her, flexing her hole against the head of his cock…\n\nAnd then she pushed back.\n\nVitus gasped as he sunk into her, feeling a heat beyond any woman that he had ever felt before. She slid him in deeper and deeper, her hole tight despite the way that she had taken him so easily. She seemed practiced, clenching down on him regularly, keeping him from even wanting to move.\n\nHe was almost a toy to her, and he didn’t care.\n\nShe rolled her hips up and down, sinking him into her before pulling back up. She was at an angle that made his cock bend down in a way that verged on uncomfortable, but was so different, so new, that the pleasure more than made up for it. Up and down, up and down, watching as his cock sunk into her and then left her, watching as her tight little hole clenched around his cock and milked it.\n\nAs his teacher leaned forward, grabbing his ankles for leverage, he noticed something. Something small, something different. It was growing red, almost like the friction was burning it, but he felt no pain.\n\nUp, down, up, down, her hypnotic movements dragging him deeper down with each passing second, making it harder to worry about things. His eyes closed to slits, the tingling heat of the spell circlet on his head drowning out his thoughts and leaving him open…open to…\n\nOpen to corruption…\n\nOpen to the demon…\n\nOpen to the Abyss.\n\nHe moaned as his cock continued to transform, growing redder and more crimson, a bulge growing out at both sides of the base, spreading out and taking over the bottom of his cock. He could feel a hardness in the center of it, spreading further and further through his shaft, almost like a bone through the middle.\n\nMost of all, he could feel his skin forming up into a sheath of sorts at the base, something that would hold him…something…something bestial…\n\n[i]It’s…it’s a dog cock…[/i]\n\nAnd the more his shaft changed, the harder his professor fucked it, almost as if the perversion of fucking a beast was making her hotter, more eager, more interested. He groaned, unable to think of anything, unable to move. All he could do was lay there and allow himself to be ridden. His cock throbbed harder than ever, the base swelling up, his balls churning away and itching.\n\nHe must have been growing fur. He must have been…\n\nIt was hard to think…\n\nIt was so much easier…\n\nTo just…\n\nLet her control him.\n\nVitus let his head slump back, submitting his body to his teacher and her demon. Let her do with it what she willed; he was gone.\n\n \n\n \n\n \n\n \n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]",
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Special Teachings from Special Professors Part 1 For a-lycotonum By Draconicon
Most people studying at the Arcanamirium had very clear reasons to be there. After all, with the steep tuition and the long-term commitment to the upper classmen, one didn’t apply to the prestigious magic school unless they were sure that they wanted to be there. Most of the others students that Vitus talked to were quite clear on what they wanted to do once they left the school, whether that was to take a position under a noble lord in their homelands as advisor, working as a ship’s wind mage, or something else far more interesting than their lives had been before.
He was sure that he would have a similar sort of ambition if he felt capable of passing any of his classes.
Vitus groaned as he slumped over his table in the Grand Library, resisting the urge to beat his face against the table again. Despite his attempts to educate himself further, to get a grip on the magical theory that bound all their studies together, every book was even more incomprehensible than the classes that he was pushing himself through. Every teacher seemed to be talking on a level so far above his ability to understand that he might as well be an insect among a bunch of normal people.
Thump.
Okay, so he couldn’t quite resist banging his head against the table. And it was probably a bad idea, considering how much that thump hurt. His head ached, and he groaned as he forced himself to sit up.
Normally, he could bring himself out of these funks with a reminder that he wouldn’t have been accepted into the Arcanamirium without some talent for magic. They were very clear about that during the entrance exams. If you didn’t show some talent, then you weren’t allowed in. It just about required some pre-study, and he knew that. He understood that.
The problem was…
Vitus sighed, looking down at his hands. Even without reaching out for the magic, he could feel it under his skin, feel it surging and seething the way that the wild energy always did.
Sorcerer blood, he thought, shaking his head. Good for looking intimidating and damn little else…
It had been enough to get him admitted under apprentice status, but that was it. Ever since, he’d been stuffed into class after class where every teacher seemed to be trying to teach future wizards, going over theory and numbers and mathematics for the spell energies rather than giving him any idea of how to use what he actually had.
He’d gone through the system a number of times, trying to address the problems, but the answer he always got boiled down to one little sentence.
Find your own way.
Well, that was easy for them to say. Most of the other students had actually studied magic before coming here. Most of the other students had either folded it into their lives, becoming pseudo-mages before making their way to the school.
Being a runner doesn’t prepare you for this sort of thing…
Sighing, he closed the book and pressed the glyph on the side of the table to summon the resident spirits of the library. They’d be by before long to put the books away and make sure that the workspace stayed clean, leaving him free to go.
He walked down the middle of the three spiral staircases that led up to the second floor, shaking his head as he walked by other students that were chattering away about their latest accomplishments. Most of them were journeymen, already advancing through the ranks of the Arcanamirium. Some of them had joined when he did, using their greater understanding to move faster through the school’s ranks.
Walking a little faster to avoid being seen, he reached the bottom of the steps and hurried through the shelves and the aisles of the library, ignoring the way that they rearranged themselves around him to give him a way out. The almost-living structure was always doing that, giving people ease of access to anywhere they were allowed to go.
Vitus didn’t stop moving until he reached the hallway outside the library, one of the connecting stone corridors that led between the different buildings. He looked up at the arrows on the wall, watching the bouncing, bobbing, floating things point to the different sections of the school. He didn’t need to use them for reference, but he still stared at them as if he were new to the place.
Back to the dorms, again. Back to my room, where I’ll stare at the ceiling and think about how worthless I am…
Grumbling, Vitus tried to push that thought back, but it was already seeping into his skull and taking up residence. He sighed. Looked like it was going to be a depression night.
He turned to his left, took one step, only to be pelted by something hard to the back of his head.
Freezing in place, he slowly turned. Half-expecting to see a student with spiral of light and a series of pebbles to shoot at him, he found himself facing a small, glowing ball of red energy.
“Messenger from Professor Katya Orlov to Student Vitus Leontina. Accept?”
“…Uh, yes,” Vitus said after a second.
“Playing message.”
The energy ball expanded into a scroll-shape, and in the middle of the red energy, the face of one of his professors appeared.
Professor Katya Orlov was one of the stricter teachers in the Arcanamirium, but she was definitely one of the more effective ones…if you could understand her. The striking woman, with sharp cheekbones and a stare that could pin someone to the wall at fifty paces, was glaring at him through the message. It almost felt like he had done something wrong, and he should fall to his knees begging for absolution.
It also didn’t help that the screen put her at a height nearly a foot taller than she actually was, able to look down on him from the message.
“Student Vitus, you are to report to my classroom at the end of the day for tutoring. You are currently more than three lectures behind in your notes, and it is clear that you are not understanding the material. If you do not make yourself available for this time, I will recommend to your superiors that you be dropped from the program.”
“End message,” the ball of light said as it reformed. “Response?”
“…Uh, response, right.” He shook his head. “I’ll be there. Uh, end.”
“Message received.”
The ball of energy went flying down the hallway, dodging and weaving around the heads of other students. He watched it depart, shaking his head a few times as he imagined how much trouble he was going to be in if he didn’t appear.
Kicked from the program. He knew that there were teachers that could end the scholarship dreams of any student with nothing but a word, but he didn’t know that he was already treading so close to that line.
Then again, not understanding anything for almost a month…
Professor Orlov’s class wasn’t the only one that he was falling behind in, though he had thought that it was the one where he was safest. He’d been keeping up there for longer than most of the other classes, and she…
Well, she had been forgiving up til now.
Better make sure that I’m not late.
He almost chuckled to himself there. He might not understand most of the material that the college taught, but one thing was for sure. He was never late to class. Vitus knew every nook and cranny of the building, every little passage through the side alleys and the little tunnels that only the servants and the spirits used.
If there was a way to shave time off a journey, he knew it.
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He arrived at the classroom just as the final chimes echoed through the Arcanamirium. Weaving through the departing crowd of students, he managed to weasel his way into one of the seats at the front of the lecture hall, and he sat down, crossing his hands together over the desk as he waited for the professor to have time for him.
Professor Orlov had her back to him, and she was just as short and small as he remembered. Barely five feet tall, her long black hair was her most defining feature, running down her back all the way to her waist, almost tickling her bottom from behind, and he blushed as he forced his head back up.
She’d taken to wearing long boots and thicker pants of late, things that seemed to be tight to her body rather than something that hid her modesty the way that other professors did. There was speculation among the student that she had taken some sort of lover after classes, considering how much the forty-year-old was showing off her body, but nobody had any proof of that.
He continued waiting, trying to keep patient and calm as the older woman settled her notes together. He waited for over a minute before she finally turned around, and he didn’t see her smile, either.
“Ah, there you are. Made it on time, I see.”
“That’s never been my problem, Professor.”
“No, comprehension has been.”
She leaned back on her desk, looking down at him from the lecture stage. It was a power play, he knew that much. She was making sure that he couldn’t look down at her, making sure that she stayed on the high ground so that her height couldn’t be used as a tool against her. He knew how that worked for people that weren’t blessed with some greater stature.
But he doubted that she needed it. Those black eyes seemed more than capable of robbing anyone of their height advantage, and he shivered as he felt like a bug pinned under them.
“You haven’t turned in any notes that show any understanding of the subject for nearly a month, Vitus. What’s happened?”
“I…don’t know?”
“Liar.”
She shook her head, almost goodnaturedly, but he could tell that there was more annoyance there than she was letting on. He sighed.
“I don’t get most of the theory, okay?” he muttered. “I want to, but…”
“Sorcerer problems?”
He nodded.
“That’s no excuse.”
“Really?”
He looked up at her, biting off a sarcastic response. He was already in enough hot water, but…
Professor Orlov arched an eyebrow at him, and he lowered his head back to his desk, taking a few deep breaths. She continued.
“You are a sorcerer, but that’s no excuse not to know the theory.”
“That’s wizard stuff.”
“Wizard stuff, as you call it, is a cornerstone to understanding your own power. If you don’t know how it works, then every use of it will be inefficient. You will burn through your power faster than you can restore it, and eventually, you will have an accident. And if you’re lucky, that accident will only harm you.”
“Hmmph.”
He shook his head, holding out his hands.
“Do you really think that I can cast enough magic to be worth a damn? Look. I can barely summon sparks.”
And summon them he did. Little blue lights danced between his fingers, little shards of energy that couldn’t even properly be called lightning. They danced and wriggled and arced about, occasionally darting for the desk beneath him before running back to his hands. Shaking his head, he let his hands fall down again, the magic fading with it.
“If I can barely do that, what’s the point in learning the theory? What am I supposed to be able to do, hmm?”
“Anything you like, if you know what you’re doing,” the Professor said. “But if you aren’t interested in the wizarding way of learning the theory, there are…other ways.”
This was a first. He looked up, blinking as the professor stepped down from the stage. She walked across the shallow ‘moat’ between the chairs and the stage, and then sat down on top of the desks next to his. She crossed her legs, her leather boots almost tapping the top of his desk.
“Wizards pull their understanding together through numbers. Perhaps we have been approaching it wrong.”
“I…have been asking people about that…seeing if there was a different way that I could learn from my teachers,” he said, half-hoping that this was genuine. It would save his career in the school.
“None of these requests have been passed on to me.”
“That would explain a lot.”
“But that’s neither here nor there.”
Professor Orlov gestured at the table, and her magic summoned the papers that she had left sitting there. They floated to her hands, and she flicked through them, pulling one out and then putting it back in until she found the right one.
“Ah, here we are.”
She slapped the piece of paper down in front of him. It was a diagram of a spell, but not in the usual written way with math and limiting words placed all over the wards and runes and sigils and glyphs. Instead, it seemed more…artistic.
Almost immediately, it called to him, pulling his attention towards it. He leaned in, his finger hovering over the page.
“What is this? This isn’t the kind of magic that you’ve been teaching so far.”
“That’s because you’re the only sorcerer. This is more…visual, rather than logical. Trace the lines. What do they mean?”
It was like a piece of art, almost. While Vitus had never been an artist himself, he had been one to enjoy seeing what other people made. He traced his fingers along the circles of the spellframe, letting his mind run over the colors and shapes and –
A ward, a sealing circle, he thought, getting the feeling from the shape. No, not quite. Not sealing, redirecting. Bouncing the energy back, forcing it to build on itself.
He blinked. He had never just…got it like that before. Even when it was spelled out in front of him, it just didn’t sink in, but this…this was something different. He stared at the circle, then traced the lines, unable to help himself, seeing if he could –
Structure, foundation, laying out the limitations of the energy and the path it has to follow. The circle builds up the power, the lines distribute it, direct it. Form the running tracks for the power that’s summoned, and –
Vitus was panting with excitement, unable to help himself as the world seemed to open up before him. He kept tracing his fingers along the different lines, eager to see where his understanding would take him, where it was leading.
Summoning of power, binding it to a body, giving it the strength of –
Freezing as his finger hit the rune at the very end, the young man stared at the little set of squiggles. Just an hour ago, maybe even a few minutes ago, he would have said that the design at the end meant ‘fire’, that the spell would give someone else the fierce strength of burning flame when it was imprinted on their body.
But seeing it now, tracing the way that the fire was jagged rather than curved, how it seemed to point down rather than up…
“This…this summons demon energy, doesn’t it?” he whispered.
“Oh, you are very much a sorcerer, aren’t you?”
Professor Orlov laughed, and he looked at her in shock. She leaned over, pressing a hand onto his shoulder and giving it a squeeze.
“You figured that out very quick. I’m rather surprised. Have you made a study of demon runes outside of class?”
“No, but the feel…”
“You felt it out? That’s all?”
He nodded.
“Well, that’s quite impressive. There aren’t many that would just understand it. There are many other spells like that. Some dealing with demons, some not; would you care to see them?”
“I…I don’t know…”
“They are…pleasurable, if that makes a difference,” the short woman said. “I know that there are many students that would give you a great deal of…attention…if you were able to use these spells on them.”
Vitus shivered. The idea of using demons, regardless of reasons, was akin to throwing oneself into the fires of Hell. Even if one didn’t get burned by their summons, they would be caught by the Arcanamirium’s enforcers eventually. One did not deal with them lightly, not in this day and age.
And worse…
He stroked his finger down over the final rune again. He could almost pick out a name from it, as if there was a specific demon attached to the rune rather than just the fires of Hell. Vitus shivered again, pushing it away.
“I…I don’t think so. I’ll learn the other way.”
“You can’t learn the other way,” his professor said. “You’ve already proved that.”
“I can try.”
“You’ll fail.”
“Better to fail than to go for…that.”
The rune seemed to pulse as he stared at it, and he shoved the paper right off the desk. They both watched the paper float down to the floor, then the professor turned back to him, her hair falling around the sides of her face.
“Throwing away a tool? Why?”
“Better to throw away a tool than my life.”
“You know, the way you’re acting, I have the feeling that someone might be tempted to go to the First Spell Lord after this meeting.”
There was little point in denying that. As soon as he realized just how bound up that spell was to Hell, he knew better than to touch it himself. More to the point, Professor Orlov had no reason to be teaching the spell, either. She taught magical theory, not demonic studies. Even if it was purely to show how the spell was made, there was no reason for the older woman to keep it in her notes.
She sighed.
“I had hoped that you would be a little more…understanding. After all, you are an underling here, someone that has little hope of graduating on his own. I was going to offer you a means to excel…but I suppose no one will miss you.”
“What –”
The black-haired woman held up her hand. A red light flared against her palm, but unlike the messenger ball from before, this one was tinged with a deep crimson rather than an orange flame. It burst to life, rushing from her hand to his head.
“NNNNGH!”
Vitus bit off a scream as it wrapped around his temples and forehead like an infernal halo, clenching down around his black hair, the light reflecting off the red streaks as it went further down. He grabbed for it, but it burned his hands.
And then, it squeezed again, not against his skin, but against his mind.
Gasping for breath, Vitus slumped forward against the desk, barely catching himself with his hands. He shuddered, forcing himself to keep breathing as he felt the heat of the spell pressing down on his mind, smothering his thoughts as they tried to come together, searing away anything that managed to grow out of his brain. Every attempt to escape was just…scoured away.
Professor Orlov stood up, shaking her head. As her hair scattered about, she closed her eyes, muttering under her breath. When she opened them again…
His eyes went wide. Her eyes had gone from the deep black that he was used to seeing to a demonic crimson, her lips turning up in a small smile.
“Follow me.”
The circlet around his head pulsed and he was forced to get to his feet. There was nothing he could do to fight it; all he could do was follow orders.
Vitus bit his lips as his body moved against his will, but his regret, his anger, his fear were all burned away by the power of this strange spell. It pulled him along after her, out of his seat and onto the stage, all the way to the back of the lecture stage to a torch sconce.
She pulled it, and a hole opened in the floor with a ladder leading down. She gestured to it, and he started the long climb into the darkness.
She’s a demon worshiper, he realized, the thought burned away but the memory remained. Is she…is she going to kill me?
Deeper and deeper into the darkness they went, the ladder taking him further and further from the familiar lecture halls and into a deep place that he had no idea existed. They had to be well and truly below even the deepest basements of the Arcanamirium, probably further down than most of the earth-practicing mages tended to affect with their demonstrative magics. He was surprised that such a place existed, but at the same time…
“Nnngh…”
“Stop thinking. You won’t be able to puzzle things out without my permission,” Professor Orlov said from above.
He groaned under his breath, knowing that was the truth. There was too much power to her spell for him to be able to get around it with just thinking about it. If he had been more powerful in magic, then maybe, maybe, he might have been able to use his power to break through, but as it was…
Should have pushed for more education sooner…
They finally reached the bottom of the ladder, and he was vaguely aware of a click-clank sound to the professor’s steps that he hadn’t been aware of before. What it might be didn’t click with him, though. He just knew that it wasn’t quite right.
She led him down a nearby tunnel, pulling him along by the hand. He shivered, feeling something through the circlet on his head, a strange…aroused sensation.
Is this…mmph…is this…what she wants?
Soft groans continued to escape him as he felt the pressure on his brain get stronger, hotter, harder. Just like a certain other body part.
He blushed as he realized that his pants were getting tighter and tighter, his cock actually getting harder, and…and harder. He panted under his breath, his shaft throbbing against the front of his leather trousers, his balls feeling like they were churning away with the strange need that the circlet was giving him.
His hands clenched into fists, or at least, they tried to. All he could do was grip the professor’s hand tighter, and she chuckled at him for that.
“You are learning. I am in charge now, Vitus. You will make for a most excellent tool, both for me and for Melchiresa.”
Melchiresa. The circlet must have found that acceptable information, because he was remembering who that was.
A demon, and a powerful one. Minor in the grand pantheon of things, but powerful enough to reach through the boundaries between worlds and affect those that gave him worship and adoration.
And utterly forbidden, even more so than the other demons that students might have been tempted to worship, he remembered. Melchiresa was a demon lord over lust and monsters, who brought changes in form to those that served him and gifted them with an insatiable lust for those around them. It was a corruptive power, something that was meant to bring about the demonic nature that resided in every mortal, feed it, and bring it to the surface.
Somehow, that only seemed to feed the lust that the circlet was giving him, leaving him panting and shaking, his body quivering with need.
They reached the end of the tunnel, coming upon a shrine of sorts. A statue of the demon stood in an alcove above an altar, and upon the altar were oils and…and various phallic objects.
“Get on the altar, Vitus.”
He had no choice but to obey, his body moving on its own.
“Strip, too.”
His hands moved as he walked, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it over his head before grabbing for the ties of his trousers. They came undone easily enough, and as he kicked off his boots, he pulled them down and away. He had been going commando for a while now, so there was nothing left to remove.
As he sat on the altar, he saw that his teacher was doing the same. Her shirt came off, revealing a pair of breasts beneath a binder. A single pull removed it, revealing a much larger set than he anticipated.
As they jiggled, she reached further down, pulling at her pants, dragging them down…and revealing the hairiest pair of legs he had ever seen.
“What…what…” He couldn’t complete the question, the circlet holding him back.
“A tribute to the demon,” she said with a small chuckle. “He gifts me with power, and I gift him with my body.”
That explained her change in behavior of late. She had been keeping to tighter clothing to hide that transformation, not show off for someone. He blushed as his cock continued to throb, though, even as she pulled off her pants and her boots, revealing her black-furred legs and the cloven hooves that had been hidden beneath.
She approached with the soft click, click, click of her hooves against the stone floor, smirking at him.
“You will come to serve Melchiresa like I have,” she said, pushing him back on the altar before following him up, straddling his waist. “The pleasure that the demon lord offers is beyond compare.”
“But…mmph…”
“There is no refusing now.” She chuckled. “You will not remember this in the morning. You will not remember that you were brought here for your conversion, only that you came to me for tutoring. But you will have a gift from him to enjoy.”
Her hand along his shaft was so soft and gentle that he almost forgot where they were, gasping softly as he felt her gripping him, tugging on him. When she leaned back, rubbing her pussy against his cock, he almost lost it right then and there, his eyes rolling back in their sockets.
Demon…demon…
He kept trying to think of that, but the pressure on his mind was so strong, the pleasure of the body so high. He could feel her taking him further down the road to corruption, and for all his protests…
He couldn’t think why it was such a bad thing…
With his mind seared clean by the power of her spell, all he could focus on was the pleasure of her slow strokes of his cock, the way that she rubbed the head of his shaft between her legs, against a hot, wet pussy. He moaned as she pushed back against him, almost sinking him inside of her. He panted as she leaned down, kissing his forehead and anointing him with the oils about them.
“Let me show you the pleasure that Melchiresa gives his followers.”
She turned away from him, shifting so that his cock rested not against her pussy, but against her ass. He groaned, watching as she gripped his cock, smearing it with oils before rubbing the head against her puckered entrance. She ground back, rubbing him against her, flexing her hole against the head of his cock…
And then she pushed back.
Vitus gasped as he sunk into her, feeling a heat beyond any woman that he had ever felt before. She slid him in deeper and deeper, her hole tight despite the way that she had taken him so easily. She seemed practiced, clenching down on him regularly, keeping him from even wanting to move.
He was almost a toy to her, and he didn’t care.
She rolled her hips up and down, sinking him into her before pulling back up. She was at an angle that made his cock bend down in a way that verged on uncomfortable, but was so different, so new, that the pleasure more than made up for it. Up and down, up and down, watching as his cock sunk into her and then left her, watching as her tight little hole clenched around his cock and milked it.
As his teacher leaned forward, grabbing his ankles for leverage, he noticed something. Something small, something different. It was growing red, almost like the friction was burning it, but he felt no pain.
Up, down, up, down, her hypnotic movements dragging him deeper down with each passing second, making it harder to worry about things. His eyes closed to slits, the tingling heat of the spell circlet on his head drowning out his thoughts and leaving him open…open to…
Open to corruption…
Open to the demon…
Open to the Abyss.
He moaned as his cock continued to transform, growing redder and more crimson, a bulge growing out at both sides of the base, spreading out and taking over the bottom of his cock. He could feel a hardness in the center of it, spreading further and further through his shaft, almost like a bone through the middle.
Most of all, he could feel his skin forming up into a sheath of sorts at the base, something that would hold him…something…something bestial…
It’s…it’s a dog cock…
And the more his shaft changed, the harder his professor fucked it, almost as if the perversion of fucking a beast was making her hotter, more eager, more interested. He groaned, unable to think of anything, unable to move. All he could do was lay there and allow himself to be ridden. His cock throbbed harder than ever, the base swelling up, his balls churning away and itching.
He must have been growing fur. He must have been…
It was hard to think…
It was so much easier…
To just…
Let her control him.
Vitus let his head slump back, submitting his body to his teacher and her demon. Let her do with it what she willed; he was gone.