[b][u][center]Special Teachings from Special Professors Part 5 For a-lycotonum By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Focus. She needed to focus, and the curse that had been transferred from Vitus to her wasn’t making that particularly easy at the moment. Hazel shivered as she leaned forward over her books, feeling her altered genitalia clenching down and begging for attention. The wetness that ran from it down her thighs, soaking into her robs before it could reach her ankles, only made it that much harder for her to focus on the writing in front of her. Nevertheless, she pushed herself, forcing her mind to stay locked on the book rather than…down there. “The demon lords of the great pit speak to those that live on the surface through portals, altars, and corrupted objects. Should one find themselves corrupted by these objects, the signs of mutation are obvious.” Reading it aloud was helping, but not much. The need to touch herself, the need to feel the sheer wetness and heat from their coupling was driving the young priestess out of her mind. She wanted to feel something filling her up again, to feel that rising, potent pleasure that was meant to push any person over the edge. [i]Mmmph…I should not have let him rut me last time…[/i] Thankfully, she’d been able to resist going back for a second time today. It had been on her mind to go his room and spread her legs, allowing him to sate himself and make things easier for himself, but Vitus needed to learn control. And she needed to keep it. Taking a few deep breaths, she forced herself to keep reading through the textbook on demon lords that she’d borrowed from the library, hoping that this time she would be able to pin down just which demon was responsible for this change. The book contained a great deal of information, but most of it was related to subjects she already knew, or was merely going over the basics again for the layperson. She couldn’t afford to skip ahead, either, as the book was painfully detailed. There might just be something in that mess that would clue her in to what she needed to know. [i]These duties…[/i] The half-elf sighed, shaking her head as she turned the page. As a priest to Erastil, god of family and community – and a few other things that she didn’t relate to as a strongly – in all but name, she was bound to help those that she accepted into her personal community, into her life. To do otherwise would be to shame her god. That had been the whole reason that she’d agreed to try and help Vitus with the curse of the hellhound on him. She’d seen him as a man in need, and he was just downtrodden enough for her to want to make his life better. After all, a student in the Arcanamirium that could hardly cast magic was someone that needed some sympathy, some help. But since then… She didn’t know if it was the corruption that oozed from him like water from a spigot, or if there was something that was actually developing between them, but she was aware of becoming more and more attached to the young man. He was something different, someone that she felt could be trusted…most of the time. And he was cute. Even with that dog cock… She shook her head, trying to put that out of her mind, knowing that sex would only trigger more need between her legs. She needed to focus on the book, on the possibilities of answers, not on the possibility of getting laid. Even if it had felt amazing. [i]And now you have a demon pussy between your legs, so get your head out of the clouds and think practically,[/i] she reminded herself. Taking another deep breath as she felt her nethers clench, she turned the page, and for the first time, she found herself staring at a list of all the different demon lords and their domains. “And now we’re getting somewhere…” Mentally crossing out the ones that she’d already eliminated through various experiments, she dragged her finger down the list, tapping one name after another, considering them as likely candidates before either shaking her head and continuing, or writing them down in a side notebook before going back to the list. For every ten demon lords, only one of them seemed likely, so at least she was able to keep the list manageable. Further, further, further down she went until – “Melchiresa…” It was a name that she had considered before, but the fact that the demon lord was so minor compared to the others had made her dismiss it as a possibility. After all, the walls of the Arcanamirium were designed to keep the malevolence of other demons out of the place unless they were directly summoned by someone higher up, and she had assumed that the demon responsible would be one of greater power to get past that. But what if the summoner was someone that had a way around the school’s wards and shields? Admittedly, they had already assumed that it must have been something like that, but Hazel had tried to believe the best of the staff, thinking that they wouldn’t be stupid enough to risk something like that. A demon getting free inside of the Arcanamirium would spell doom and disaster for many, if not all of the students. And yet… She flipped through the pages to the section about Melchiresa, shaking her head as she forced herself to read it out loud. “Melchiresa is the demon lord of the hunt and the rut, the pack and the pounce, the…the fuck and the breeding of many,” she whispered, feeling another clench between her legs, another reminder of just what she wanted. “Cursed to be both breeder and bitch, the demon lord in question is the master of the hunt and the mistress of the hounds, and pulls those that wish to serve them into the greatest of debaucheries…” She blamed the curse as her nethers continued to clench and squeeze on nothing but air, the need that was building in her belly getting stronger. The near-priest looked around her in the library, feeling the temptation to pull her robe up and finger herself like never before. There was no one around to see her do it, but the thought of defiling this place… [i]This is definitely a demonic curse…you wouldn’t get this from a druid…[/i] Taking a few deep breaths, and even going so far as to slam her fist on the reading lectern, she turned back to the book and continued. “The curse upon a male will take two possible forms. For those that are cursed with the vengeance of Melchiresa, they will gradually lose their masculinity, becoming ever more feminine and emitting a pheromone that will tempt and tease other males from the path of righteousness and virtue.” Hazel shook her head, starting to turn the page. “Well, that’s not the – okay, but that is.” The book opened upon an image that showed a human male in mid-transformation, his body covered with swathes of fur and thick pelts of hair further down. His cock was pushed forward, half-bestial, forming a knot at the base with flesh crawling up it like tentacles, forming the beginning of a sheath and with balls that were dragged low by ghostly, corrupting hands. There were signs of claws on the fingers and toes, and lines that seemed to indicate a scent coming off of the male in question. [i]No question about it. That’s what we’re dealing with here.[/i] Hazel leaned in closer, trying to ignore the way that her robe was starting to cling to her bare sex, praying that the fabric didn’t show the wetness that was soaking into it as she read it to herself. “The other curse will bring out a beast from within, the demon side of all those that walk the earth. Those that are cursed with this aspect of Melchiresa will continue to fall to corruption until they are completely claimed, with each climax of pleasure that they are given seducing them further along the path. Their fluids are highly infectious – no kidding – and will bring the curse to others if the corruptive power of the demon is not purged shortly after.” That was something, at least. It sounded like they had the name of the demon responsible for the curse, though not how to break it. Hopefully, the book would go into more detail about that further on. She turned the pages, flicking through more information recorded about Melchiresa. There was less about this one than there was about other demon lords, but then again, the minor ones seemed to suffer from a lack of research. Just because they were weak, she thought, didn’t mean that they were harmless enough to go without study. Hazel shook her head, shutting the book and tucking it under her arm. She was more conscious than ever of the need between her legs, the burning heat, the trickling juices that refused to stop. When she turned to walk away, she could feel her puffy nether lips rubbing against each other, her thighs starting to catch on them as she walked, and she had to clench her teeth together to keep from gasping or moaning from the sensation. She reached the front desk of the library, laying the book down and passing it over to the librarian on the other side. The woman looked up, cocking her head to the side before grabbing the book and turning it over. “Demonology through the ages? That’s a strange book for a priest.” “I am properly certified to be allowed to read it.” “I have no doubt, ma’am, but I still find it strange. What do you want?” “I want to make sure that I understand how to ward off the minor demons. After all, they will frequently come for priests.” “…I suppose that’s a valid reason. Still, demonology…I can’t imagine what anyone would want with that field of study these days.” “Just check it out, please.” “Yes, ma’am.” The librarian did just that, giving her a small piece of paper to tell her when it was due back. Hazel barely paid attention to it. If all went well, she should have it returned by the end of the week. She walked through the ancient halls of the school, her attention so focused on being quiet and not making a sound, of not leaving a trail of her juices through the hallways, that she no longer noticed the magic and the mystical beauty around her. She was too focused on making sure that nobody realized what sort of corruption she carried in her body now. It was a long walk to her quarters, settled on the far side of the Arcanamirium. They were more suited for the first year students here rather than for someone that was nearing graduation, but considering that she was studying to become a priest rather than one of the arcane fields, it was luck that they allowed her to use it at all. It was also useful for privacy, which she needed for her current research. Shutting the door behind her and applying four different locks, the young woman threw herself onto her bed and opened the book again. She forced herself to not reach down between her legs as the book opened to that picture again, and she tried not to think of Vitus the way that he had been that afternoon. So strong, so virile, so covered with the musk of a rutting hound… And she'd enjoyed it. She could not pretend that she didn’t, and not all of it was from the corruption. There was some dark part of her that enjoyed being under someone that was basically a dog, and she couldn’t deny that, as much as she wished that she could. The young woman turned the pages, constantly grabbing her hand to keep it from going beneath her robe, even as her juices oozed out of her and stained the front of it from the inside. Her chest was hot, too, her nipples pressing against the front of her robe and getting stimulated by the rougher fabric there as she kept reading. Melchiresa was a demon lord that promised much to their followers, from belonging to a great family to being pleasured by all that were in it. There was a community among the priests of this demon lord, a community that would ensure that all were taken care of. That all were swallowed in bliss. [i]Is that…really so different from Erastil?[/i] Melchiresa even offered the power of the hunt that Erastil did, and the more that Hazel read, the more it felt like she was looking at the dark side of her own god. Someone that offered a place to belong, someone that offered kindness and pleasure to those that were willing to enter into the community – the pack, in this case – and someone that was willing to lead the hunt when someone was opposing them. It was all part of what she believed already. Would it be that bad to be a bitch under a pack like that? Hazel gasped as she realized what she’d thought, slamming the book shut and turning away from it. She pushed it to the far side of the bed, shaking her head again and again. “This thing…” The immediate thought that it was cursed, that it was bleeding her of her purity just by making her touch it, was something that she tossed out right away. There was no way that the library would be able to hold a cursed book within its confines, particularly not one that seemed to be as mildly cursed as this one. No, this was her own curse, reacting to the power and information of the demon lord. It wanted her to fall. It was making her want to fall, too, giving her the urges that would take her down that road if she wasn’t careful. The priestess stood up from her bed, taking a few deep breaths as she put more distance between herself and the tome on it. She walked over to the mirror that she had against the far wall, hesitated, then pulled her robe open. Between her legs was a puffy thing, the flesh purple and red in streaks compared to what had been there before. What had been a vagina that pushed a bit inwards had become a sex, even a [i]cunt[/i] that pushed outwards, puffy and bestial. There was almost a fortune-cookie-like shape to it, making her look like a proper breeding bitch, one that needed to be bent over and filled with cubs to keep the pack going. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, and she watched the thing clench down again, then open, almost like a flower, begging her to put something in it. She leaned back a bit, looking at herself in the mirror, seeing the way that it opened and closed, clenched and released, showing off her pink inner walls and oozing with her juices, running down her legs and giving herself a show that she had never imagined seeing before. She clenched her mouth shut tight, trying not to let out any moans, but the urges were pulling her along. She slowly lowered herself to the balls of her feet, running her hands up her thighs, one of them finally finding her sex. It was so much different from the way that it had felt even a few days ago, so different from what she’d been born with. It felt and looked like what one would see between the hind legs of a bitch hound, swollen and ready for something to slide inside and ease her heat. [i]It would be better to serve myself for this…to make it so I can finish reading, of course…[/i] The young priestess rubbed her fingers against her sex, amazed at just how much she’d been producing down there. Her fingers were drenched in short order, and then slid inside of her easily, parting her pussy lips and going in. “AH!” She gasped, her eyes going wide as she felt just how sensitive and hot she was on the inside. She felt like an inferno in there, her need hotter and thicker and more slippery than she had ever thought it could be. Hazel pushed three fingers in at once, and she arched her back, almost cumming on the spot. Her toes curled tightly in her boots, and she gasped as her hand went on auto-pilot. In and out, in and out it went, her palm slapping against her pussy, smacking it around, forcing it down and then letting it swell up again. She needed more. Needed so much more. A fourth finger slid inside of her, her bitch-pussy swelling up and taking it with ease. She was covering her hand in her musky juices, the smell of a woman in heat spreading through the room and soaking into everything around her. It was good. It was so good. She slapped her pussy, her other hand going up under her robe and groping at her breasts. Her nipples were beyond hard, her body beyond hot. She played with herself, worked herself up, pushed herself harder and harder as she felt that first orgasm rushing up to meet her. Yet, she still needed more inside of her. Her hand slapped at her pussy again and again, her fingers going so deep that she swore that she was going to fill her own womb with them, but it wasn’t enough. She needed something bigger, thicker. Something like a knot. Something like a fist. Without even thinking about it, she pulled her hand back, shifting around, going to all fours. She kept her pussy and ass presented to the mirror, looking down between her legs as she imagined taking it all. All four fingers and her thumb pressed to her sex, and then started working their way in. She gasped as she felt the tight stretch, her body straining to take it, her mind going a bit blank as she felt the stretch and the pressure reaching record levels. Yet, she couldn’t stop. The need was there, the desperation was climbing. Fill herself, or break trying. In and out, in and out, in and out her hand went, always getting a bit closer to her wrist, always that little bit closer to ‘knotting’ herself on her hand. She remembered how it felt when Vitus had been fucking her, how that different cock had been such a blessing to her, how it had felt so amazing. Was Melchiresa trying to seduce her even then? [i]I am not…I am a priestess of Erastil…not a demon’s follower…[/i] But would the pack be that different? Wouldn’t it just be another community, another people to serve? It was hard to think. So hard to think. If she could just cum, she would feel so much better and be able to think clearly. Slap, slap, slap went her fingers and palm, and then – POP! She managed to fist herself, getting her whole hand inside of her body. She started shaking, almost screaming as she came around it, her pussy sucking at it, her inner walls clamping down harder than she thought they were capable of doing. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets, her pussy squirted all over her hand and wrist, and her toes curled tighter than ever in her boots. The only thing that kept her from completely losing herself were the mantras that she started whispering, holding tight to Erastil’s name even as she came from the temptations of Melchiresa. Slowly, she came down from the earthshattering orgasm, feeling herself shaking and spasming still from the aftershocks of her pleasure. She wanted to try and get up, but she knew better than that. She would collapse almost immediately. Instead, she slowly pulled her hand free from her sex, looking back at it. It was soaked from fingers to wrist, and strings of her juices ran halfway down her arm to her elbow. Worse, she could feel her stretched pussy shamefully clenching down, enjoying the cool air pushing inside of it, the way that she gaped and twitched like some fresh-fucked bitch. [i]Not a bitch. Priestess. Not a bitch. Priestess.[/i] That was all she could tell herself, though it was barely enough to keep her from feeling the worst of her humiliation. The young woman slowly crawled back to her bed, dragging herself on it. She was soaked with sweat, and her body ached from the need that she had only barely managed to satisfy. Her robe was soaked and saturated with her sweat and her juices, and there was no point in wearing it anymore. As she tossed it into the corner, standing naked in her room, the book called to her. There was more information there, more that she might be able to discover in order to save herself and Vitus. [i]I have to try. I have to try, for both our sakes.[/i] There was corruption in her. She could no longer deny it, no longer pretend that it wasn’t having an effect on her. Instead, she needed to research it, push herself past her own boundaries, and figure out how to fix it. She sat down, pulling the book over her lap, and got back to reading. # Three orgasms later – and one that involved touching her ass in some shameful ways – Hazel felt that she might have an answer to the problem. There were warding spells that could keep corruption to the crotch, but that wasn’t something that she needed right now. Besides, she’d seen how successful that was for Vitus. It was going to spread, and no matter how she fought it, she would only be delaying the inevitable and wasting energy on something that could not be fought that way. What she needed – and what she was able to find – was a spell that disrupted the corruptive, otherworldly connection. It allowed a person to continue [i]having[/i] the corruption, but it would be subject to their whims rather than to the commands of the demon responsible for it. Essentially, it would be a way of freeing their minds from the control that the demon was trying to exert. It was worth a try, at least. Hazel sat down on the floor of her room, pulling out some of the ritual markers that every priest carried. Their power was not in the flashy scenes that wizards and sorcerers pulled, but rather in the rituals that summoned the power of their god, that granted them the chance to channel an energy that was greater than their own. It was not instant, but it was intense. She drew the circles and the triangles, the squares of fortification and the half-spheres of channeling, then knelt among them. She spread her legs further and further until her puffy pussy touched the ground, and she swore that there was a spark of discomfort between her and the ritual circle. Good. It meant that she had done it right. The corruption didn’t like it and was trying to make her pull back. She wouldn’t allow it to have that sort of control. She pushed herself down a bit further, flattening her pussy against the ground, and started whispering her prayer. “Erastil, by the power that you grant us over the demons, by the protections that you offer those that follow you, by the power of the hunt that you proclaim over the demons that walk the earth, I ask of you a boon. “I beg of you, lord Erastil, reach into me and cast your touch upon the corruption I carry. Show it that I am not of it, but of you. Welcome me into your arms once more, and give me the chance to fight against it on my own terms. “I beg of you, give me the power I need to fight, and sever this unholy influence. By your name, amen.” The power of her god descended on her, a holy light and warmth that was so different from the heat between her legs. She grabbed for it, thanking Erastil with every fiber of her being that he still listened to her. There had been some doubt after feeling that thing between her legs, wondering if she had been corrupted beyond measure, beyond redemption. But apparently her god still had some faith in her. She was glad of that. She was beyond glad of that. She pushed herself down, using the power of her lord and master from above and the power of the ritual circle below the contain the corruption between her legs. She jammed it down from her belly, pushing its questing tendrils away from her womb and towards her sex once more. [i]Be banished, foul thing…[/i] The power of the demon was strong, though, stronger than she thought. She hissed under her breath, trying to pull herself together as she felt its counterstroke, like a thousand little fingers running over her sex all at once. She felt it parting before the ghostly touch, feeling her insides suddenly swelling as if she was taking a knot again. She almost lost her grip on the power of her god as she felt like she was being fucked through the floor, slumping forward, her pussy losing connection with the ground for a moment. The demonic power pushed up, and she screamed as she came from the sudden penetration, her body so sensitive, so needy, so desperate for the touch of pleasure. But she had to hold out. She had to…she had to make this work. Hazel grimaced as she pulled at the power, her mortal body shivering from head to toe in need of the pleasure that she could get from the demon. The pleasure that being fucked by a dog could give her. The pleasure that being used, being a slut, being a bitch could bring. It was all in service to a different community, after all. She lost her grip, and for a moment, she swore that there were thousands of strange, slippery tentacles all along her body, the corruptive power of the demon hitting her from all sides. Her pussy opened, so did her…other hole…and she swore that she was about to be consumed. Flailing, she took hold of Erastil’s power once more and she pushed. It burned out from within her, and she came. She came hard, but not the clear fluid from before. Instead, it came out dark, darker than blood, midnight black squirting from her pussy and going all over the floor. Hazel collapsed, falling flat on her face, gasping and panting and shaking from an orgasm that was less pleasure and more release. She rolled to the side, slowly, but still just in time to avoid the blackness that remained in the middle of the circle. It reached for her, trying to grab her leg, but she was able to keep just out of reach, shaking her head at it. “Go…to hell…” Slapping her hand on the edge of the circle, she forced the power of her god through it. It flared with light, burning through the darkness, and when it cleared, there was nothing left behind except for a few char marks on the stone floor. Groaning with discomfort and with the continued pressure and slipperiness inside of her, Hazel pushed herself to her feet. She could feel… She could feel nothing of the urge to breed, at least. That had been purged. The whole thing, no, but the urge to follow the temptations of the demon lord, that had been taken from her. A glance in the mirror showed that her sex was still in the shape of a canine’s, but even that was somewhat expected. The spell was not there to banish the corruption from her, but rather the influence of the demon lord on the corruption. To get rid of the changes would require far more power than she could summon on her own…and it would require getting rid of the demon lord’s link with this place. On the plus side, though, she knew that she would be able to fix herself and Vitus. She would be able to give them a fighting chance against the corruption. She had succeeded in finding a cure. [i]Now, if only I had the energy to leave the room…[/i] She chuckled quietly, kicking the book off of her bed and laying herself down in it. Despite knowing that Vitus was waiting for her to come to him with something that would save him, she knew that it would be better for her to rest. There was nothing else that she could do after banishing that link to the demon from herself, and considering that Vitus had been linked to the demon lord for much longer, it was only going to be more difficult to fix him. That said, she would do it. She would not abandon him. She just…she just needed to rest first… # [i]She dreams, and she knows she dreams, but there is nothing that she can do to escape it. The power of the demon lord has seized her, and the power of her circle has faded. Hazel stands in the middle of a dark room, a cavern of sorts. No, a den. Her ears prick and twitch in a way that not even an elf’s should as she hears the sounds of dogs in the distance, further down the tunnels. Ahead of her is the great demon lord itself, Melchiresa. It shifts, at one moment a powerful hound, a male, muscular in the chest and thick of shoulder with a shaft that would split any female in half and leave her screaming, begging for more as her mind was broken forever. Another moment, and the demon is a bitch-hound, with four rows of breasts and a cunt that slavers and drips upon everything before it, slathering the world in juices that entice others to breed and fuck. Even with her knowledge, Hazel shivers, feeling herself becoming more aroused than she should at the sight of the bestial demon. “Melchiresa. I cast you from me,” she says, only for the demon to laugh. “You cast me from you? My touch is upon you, woman. You have already succumbed, not once, but twice. Once more, and you will be mine. The pack will welcome you gladly,” the demon says with a gesture behind her. Hazel turns, and she stares at the flaring hellhounds that walk toward her, each one sporting a rod of bestial need between their hind legs, long and thick as her arm, and her spade between her legs moistens shamefully. “Run if you will, but I will catch you. I know your name, and I know your face. Soon, you will taste the pleasure of my disciple, and all you are, all that you will be, shall belong to me.” Hazel runs, but not for long. The hellhounds catch her, pounce on her, and the tip of a tapered cock finds its way inside of her. She screams, not in fear, not in pain, but in pleasure too deep to bear.[/i] # She screamed again as she woke up, her eyes going wide as she sat up in her bed. Her eyes focused on man-made walls rather than the caves of a den, and the room was nowhere near as hot as the beasts had been as they climbed atop her. She shivered, covering herself with her arms. Looking down, she could see that she’d squirted several times in the night, her room smelling more like some brothel room rather than the chambers of a priest in training. She would need to clean that up and hope that no-one noticed. She didn’t feel the need to submit to a cock anymore, but the pleasure of the dream had still hit her. The demon was still reaching through the Arcanamirium. She needed to do something to stop it, and soon, otherwise they would all be doomed. [i]Vitus. I have to talk to Vitus today. If I can get him to help me, if I can purge the needs, then we can make this work.[/i] But first, a clean robe… [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]