Under Wicked Shadows 1.01-1.15 and 2.01

1.1 -- Whispers in the Rain

Calia sat nervously in the carriage, the rhythmic sounds surrounding soothed her thoughts, though only mildly. Rain splattered against the roof, the occasional drop of liquid spilling on her face through the open window. The hooves of the galloping horse were like a beat to a drum.

Inside, everyone sat in silence, the tension was palpable, and she was used to it. Yet the real dread lay in where she was going, Veilbrook Magical Academy.

She stared at her reflection. Her thick eyebrows made her stand out, never in a good way, even as an orphan. She couldn't help but yearn for those childhood days. She was poor, hungry, and lonely but she was free.

Now she was betrothed to a total stranger--forced to be married to someone she hated.

At Least that was 2 years from now. No, right now she needed to worry about getting through this sham of a lifestyle.

"Calia," Arabella, her 'recent' foster mother, and matriarch of the family called out to her. "You're doing that again."

She jerked away from her reflection.

"I apologize, my lady. I was simply wondering."

Arabella, let out a fake cough. "I thought I told you to stop digging around in that head of yours, you're a lady, not a gentleman. Leave the overthinking for the men."

Hilda, her only friend inside the family, and head of the younger maids, glanced at her. There was a smile in her eyes, though her lips remained stationary. She sat comfortably, her hands on her lap, gloved. Legs crossed.

The two had a secret they would not share. They were bonded by companionship whether by love or bondage. Both were doomed to serve House Argentum after all.

They would be ripped apart for a year until the last semester ended. Then there was hope that they'd briefly reunite, then they would be separated for another year. Then came the complications, marriage to an overweight buffoon she hated. Their relationship would turn much more risky in time.

This carriage isn't taking me to my future. But to a certain hell, I do not want. Such were her thoughts.

She lingered on the idea of the youngest son. Hendrickson, he was a whoreson, and an asshole. A womanizer. A failure among his own clan. And yet custom dictates that even undesirable and unsuccessful men in house Argentum, whether with a retainer or a commoner, be engaged in marriage.

It just so happened that she was the only suitable option. Originally adopted as a maid, but granted privileges for being gifted in magic. She just happened to be the unfortunate girl.

Lady Arabella gave her a cold but calculating look. "Before we part ways, I want you to listen to me," she said. "You're to do a 2-year enrollment only, then return to the estate. Nothing more than Control, fundamentals, and refinement. No advanced battle magic. Do not get any liberal ideas while you are here."

She nodded. "Of course not, Lady Arabella."

Why not. Because if she did, they couldn't control her.

The matriarch leaned forward, her voice sharp. "As for your condition," Hilda stiffened up, turning her face away as if she heard nothing. Calia swallowed, she hated talking about it. It was a sensitive thing. "I do not care how you relieve yourself, but refrain from engaging in any activity with men of any sort. Get pregnant and you'll do more than regret it. I have to be clear, you understand, don't you?"

She nodded.

"Good girl," Arabella turned away. The carriage came to a stop, and the driver signaled inside. The academy stood in front of Calia, two massive towering spires, lifted into the air, sigils and runes scribbled on it. The air around here was thick, filled with magic. It sent a shiver down her spine.

The buildings, each one unique from the other were made of marble stone and special bricks. The design was curved and angular. A rare sight.

"Hilda, would you be so kind as to help Calia with her luggage, I believe you two have something to say to each other as well. You've always been close."

Nothing escaped Arabella's gaze.

Hilda nodded. "Of course, my lady." she took Calia's hand. "Come along then Calia." They stepped out of the carriage.

They stepped outside, Calia, bowed politely. Hilda held an umbrella over their heads. She gestured to her matriarch. "Farewell Lady Arabella."

Lady Arabella, eyes ever cold stared. She made the worst imitation of a smile, much like that of a predator. "Yes, farewell little Calia, come back in one piece."

At Least I won't have to see you again. You bitch.

****

The campus was mostly empty. It seemed most students hadn't arrived yet. They weren't specified into what dorm room they were to go to. Calia chose the most comfortable, upstairs, in the corner, where a window resided directly with the forest outside.

The rooms were huge, enough to cater to a group of five, and still have space.

She stared at Hilda, They were alone up here.

Hilda put her bags down. The silence between them lay heavy, she feared what reaction Hilda might have. Then she broke it.

"So this is it? A whole year without you and more..." her voice low, she hated how she sounded, vulnerable.

Hilda stepped closer, hands caressing her back. "You're nineteen, Calia, you'll survive this place," she whispered, her own voice trembling. Something she rarely showed in front of the family. "You're much stronger than you think."

Calia shook her head. Tears started flowing. "I don't want to do this. And I hate them. I'm gonna hate this place. I'm gonna miss our time together."

"I know, but this isn't the family, it's the law."

Hilda pulled her together, her lips touching the temples of her head. "Listen to me Calia, this place might give you what I've never had, a chance to escape the family. Arabella can't control you here, she knows that. You have nothing to lose."

They kissed, and Calia clung to Hilda as if she would disappear.

"What about you?" Calia asked, distraught.

"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. Don't squander this opportunity, live your life out, you'll meet someone better here. I'm sure."

As they pulled apart, Hilda's expression shifted, much more concerned. Her eyes peaking at the door. "Listen, this place isn't what it seems."

Calia frowns. "What are you talking about?"

Hilda shook her head... "I never told you, but I too was once enrolled here, before I became a maid. Just listen to me."

Calia stared in shock, then why was she forced to be a maid?

She grabbed both of Calia's arms. "Be careful, and do not trust anyone. Keep your head down. Refrain from drawing unnecessary attention. Please."

Calia bit her lip. "Where is this coming from?"

" I can't say any more. Forgive me Calia, but I must leave you now."

****

She watched Hilda leave from the window. Fading in the chorus of the rain. They waved at each other. A final goodbye. Sometimes it felt like they were less illicit lovers and more like platonic soul mates. That connection was gone now.

The family wanted her to be obedient. Controlled. Hilda was right, she was out of their grasp she just needed to work for it.

She laid her head against the glass window. Now, how was she going to navigate this ordeal?

A sudden streak of flame zipped passed her head, exploding into the wall. Leaving a shadowy burned mark on it. It smelled like burned ashes. Her senses were on alert, her magic spiking like touched nerves. Her eyes widened.

A girl lay clumsily on the ground, a waving wand in her hand, fumbling and wrongly. "Oh gods, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"

She struggled to get up. Calia didn't know whether to laugh or to kick her for accidentally assaulting her. She approached, giving her hand. The girl took it. She had short brown hair with messy bangs hanging in front of her face. Green eyes, that reflected the forest outside.

She was cute.

"Oh, were you crying and... your eyes are all... red."

Calia wiped her face. "They're just naturally red, a genetic defect, forget about it."

"Oh, okay." the girl gave her wide smile. "Name's Piper, I'm from a village up north, they sent me here to punish me."

Calia giggled. Did that make two of them?

"I'm Calia... of house Argentum," she said reluctantly.

"Ooh, a noble girl?"

Calia crossed her arms. "Not quite."

"Well, I'm yours to use as you please Your Highness." the girl joked.

"Don't make it weird," Calia said. Or maybe she'd take her up on that offer.

"So why were you crying...?"

"Well..."

She didn't answer immediately, staring at the girl.

Magic often did amplify the sexual nature of most wizards, witches, and mages. A reason why sex among peers is less taboo in the magical part of society. However, for Calia it was so much worse.

She could feel it, her mana flaring, an irritable sensation below her stomach, alluring and sensual. She was going to have a hard time controlling herself here. A pity her condition didn't come with a manual.

1.2 -- Silenced

As Calia stepped into the classroom, the mana-rich environment immediately caught her attention, amplifying a primal, instinctual pull she had to mana. It was hard to control herself from bursting with magical outrage, it was going to be a few more hours before she'd be able to ease the feeling.

The room she stood inside, was your run-of-the-mill classroom, with single desks just spaced wide enough for students not to claw at each other. There was a mirror-like chalkboard on the desk, a crystal next to glowed with sigils every half minute.

Distracting, to say the least.

One concerning thing that irked her. Several cliques had already formed, a girl with red hair kept glaring at her, like she was an eyesore. A pair of twins beside her, their faces looked as distasteful as she didn't come here to my friends. Of course, they were objectively beautiful and they looked like nobles. There was no point in rattling her wand so to speak, it would reflect badly on her. And if it reflected badly on her, it reflected badly on the family.

Which would be very bad for her.

She sat down in the chair, adjusting the bow tie on her uniform, and refitting her socks, as she wiggled her shoes. They were going to get sweaty later on.

She did her best to avoid their wandering gazes. Waiting, for this bullshit to start.

There were about ten students in the class, and about half were missing, including Piper, the girl she met early. Who spontaneously decided that they were going to be besties, after nearly torching her hair in half with a spell

A tallish woman entered, her presence was commanding one. She had dark brown hair and round glasses. But what was most striking for Calia was her 'physical features'. Thicc thighs, and an overly large bosom, which cleavage just happens to be revealing. She wondered how many girls here swung the other way, from what she heard, it wasn't uncommon.

The teacher's gaze lingered on her with unsettling intensity. Calia shivered as she looked her deat in the eye, she stared at her like a wild predator, or-- was she overthinking things? Then she winked at Calia. Slightly squeezed her neck, it was provocative and it left her rattled. Calia shrank into the chair, swallowing.

The teacher kept an eye on her.

Something throbbed where no one looked.

"Oh, it seems we can't start official introductions. Half the class hasn't arrived yet. But you may call me Miralyn." she said disappointedly.

"You," she pointed at Calia. "What's your name?"

Calia panicked.

Why the fuck did she pick me out of everyone here.

The class stared at her like she was a mole who had just tunneled out of the ground.

"Well..."

"Calia..." she answered. But Miralyn gave her a disapproving look. Of course, she wanted her 'full name'. She coughed. "Argentum."

The red-haired girl shook her head. "You don't look like an Argentum. In fact, you look like a com--"

The teacher cut her off. "Ah, ah, ah, let's leave the heavy banter for later. "

The girl scoffed. The two loony pricks of twins, did the same, mocking her with indiscernible noises.

Well, Calia, it looks like your academic career is off to a great start.

"Come here, Calia." Miralyn summoned her to the front. She got up reluctantly. She handed her a generic wand. With a flick of her fingers, Miralyn cast a spell. Summoning a magical mannequin out of nowhere. "Do you know how to cast a mana bolt?"

She nodded, it was as basic as walking.

"Hit the target please, I'll systematically work out what magic suits you well."

She could blast the target to smithereens if she wanted, but she remembered Hilda's word not, to draw attention to herself.

Calia raised the wand and then brought it down on the doll. Zapping it, and leaving a small smoking hole inside its interior.

"Impressive," Miralyn said.

It was not at all impressive, but deliberately toned down and controlled, perhaps the teacher could see that.

"I can do better!" The red-haired girl called out.

Of course, she did.

"And you must be..."

"Anora Lichtenfel."

Ah, this explains it all. She was from one of the four most prominent families in the country, her ego was rising the day she was born. She needed something to look down upon and Calia happened to be the first thing she saw.

Still, it didn't mean, she was part of the crown families, she could just be some random for all she cared. Calia had one of her intrusive thoughts again if the rules were removed, she'd batter the bitch against the wall, strip her naked, and tie her to a pole. But of course, the 'things' she wanted to do could never come to fruition. Not without losing her sanity and status.

"By all means then, Ms. Lictenfel, do... demonstrate your prowess to the class."

Anora stepped forward, she was regal all things considered, and her fiery hair was something to be jealous of. As they passed one another, she whispered in Calia's ear.

"Brace yourself, you're gonna have one hell of a year." she bumped her slightly, sending Calia off course, nearly flying into another student's desk.

"Oops." she giggled aloud, playing aloof.

We'll see you fucking whore.

Anora's stance was perfect, strict almost educational. She moved the wand with pristine grace, then effortlessly shot forward the bolt of mana. The dummy exploded and then evaporated in the air. The class erupted in applause.

"Very good Anora, perhaps you have what it takes to become a sage."

The girl did a cutesy curtsy. Calia turned her frustration to the girl, her pent-up mana flaring. The teacher turned to her in shock but said nothing.

Most of the students were oblivious to mana sense, but she knew it since she was a wild orphan, she needed it to get by.

Calia caught between anger and a confusing attraction, seethes in silence.

The teacher coughed, "Let me go see what happened to the other students."

Anora and her clique watched her with mocking eyes, whispering and giggling. But it was fine, the wheel turns as it always does. They were childish, and they would regret it soon. She turned away, she was not going to give the satisfaction of a response.

It turns out, the other students had ended up in the wrong class, which was at the opposite end of the hall. Piper had come in jubilant and immediately flopped in a chair next to her.

"Miss me?" she asked Calia, who responded with a bright smile.

The teacher returned shortly after, and handed out a thick rule book: A few rules were immediately ruled out as "of current importance". They indicated the following in summary explanation:

"No unconsented combat between students. No sneaking out past 10 PM. Mandatory attendance. Absences lead to... physical punishment." Calia raised an eyebrow at the word, her mind unhelpfully conjuring up naughty images of being strung up and paddled on her bare butt.

Unauthorized duels were forbidden. Healing magic required permits. Unsupervised demon summoning or time travel? Death. Plain and simple. Nobles retained their privileges, but school politics took precedence. And, of course, bullying was prohibited--a rule that felt laughably hypocritical given the environment.

"There's one more unlisted rule, you should take note of. And this applies to you, noble, commoner, or criminal," everyone had her attention. "Open promiscuity and sex are absolutely prohibited. You will be publicly shamed in response to breaking this rule, or even worse. To those who believe your status protects you from punishment. Let me make it clear. Your status as a noble is irrelevant in the eyes of the state, the Academy belongs to the state, and the state is above all."

One could argue, that the state was god. If only the state had done enough to protect her childhood.

Some giggled, others scoffed at the idea.

Piper peaked up, enthusiastically, blushing. "But Ms. Miralyn." there aren't any men here, why would we have sex?"

Calia smiled. Piper was indeed sweet and summer, she'd hate to corrupt her.

The teacher gave her a looking stare but didn't answer. The teacher learned forward. "Let me be clear again regardless of your sexual orientation, Open promiscuity and sex are punishable by public shaming and potential flagellation. We as an institute have a reputation to uphold."

The class settled shortly after, and then chaos unfolded.

Anora threw a piece of paper at Piper, "What a stupid girl, must be from some backwater up north."

Piper got angry, puffing up her chest. "So what!' She threw back twice as hard.

That set off an avalanche. Soon, the room was alive with crumpled notes and stifled laughter. Calia stayed still, watching the chaos swirl.

These are supposed to be adults? Perhaps most women weren't smart.

Behavior like this wasn't tolerated among her personal tutors. Zero tolerance. Then again, she'd never been allowed to leave the eyes of family and the estate. So she never received public schooling.

And while the class was distracted. Miralyn's eyes lingered on Calia, openly licking her lips like she was desert to be swallowed up. No one seemed to notice. Calia tried looking away, but Miralyn's gaze was hypnotizing.

Calia shifted trying to shake the mental images forming in her mind. She imagined her towering over, putting her in a hard-to-get-out position.

Then it was over. The illusion was broken.

Miralyn casts a [Silence] spell. The class instantly stopped in fright, silence fell, heavy and unnatural.

Unable to speak. It was tight, like several ties of magic rope binded your body, and roped your mouth closed. Calia stiffened, in that moment her mana coalesced inside, unable to flow, it took everything not to burst out and explode.

1.3 -- Drill ‪‪❤︎‬‪‪❤︎‬‪‪❤︎‬

Ms. Leonora was a woman with a striking appearance, her eyes piercing and hair vivid blue, unlike Miralyn she didn't teach with class cohesion but rather demanded discipline and rigid demeanor.

Calia, looked away for a brief moment staring into the deep and dark woods that stood outside their campus area. There was something spooky about these woods, like they were being watched at all times and not by ocular constructs.

Calia felt a sharp slap on her arm, shocking her. Leonora stood infront of with a condescending stare. "Miss Calia, is the depth of the woods more important than the depth of your education."

Calia, sprang upright, rigid, her attention locked on her physical instructor. She tracked the woman as she turned towards piper.

Perhaps it did have some depth. Words were everything here. She wouldn't ignore the possibility.

Piper was staring at the skies, her head bobbing like a cute bird looking for food. A slap to the head shook her out of it. She shook her head pretending to be interested in the teacher.

Anora laughed at this, giggling openly. However it did not go unpunished. "Something funny, An-or-a?"

"Yes," she openly admitted. "It's funny to see peasants and pretend nobles get slapped around, I thought this place would be boring for a genius such as myself."

Her smirk was wiped when Solokova smacked her face hard enough that it shook like a poorly constructed bed. "Should I remind you... Anora that your family's status means nothing here."

Anora growled, in anger. "You'll get away with that because you come from a powerful family yourself, I'll let your arrogance slide this once. Leonora Sollokova."

The class was tense, even the birds stopped chirping, and no critter or sound was heard of again. Anora was slapped again. "I don't fear you because I'm a Sollokova, I don't fear you because I am the State, you need to get that through your head girl. You'll have a hard time at this school pissing off everyone."

Anora looked like she wanted to explode, but calmed herself. Smiling.

Calia knew a plotter when she saw one.

After the afternoon drama, they were paired off in groups of two each. Calia and piper naturally clung to each other. The girl was the only pleasant one so far, it didn't bother her however her jubilant nature could be a bit too much.

They had lagged behind the main group, stalling behind. It was piper's advice: "Running ahead is only gonna worn us out, we want to be consistent but maintain the pace."

"Oh, you know a lot about being physical Piper?" Calia tried teasing.

"Of course, my father is a knight in the king's army, he taught me everything." she said proudly, skipping across the rough terrain like it was nothing.

That would explain how she was able to afford enrolling here, knights were a noble bunch but they could be "extremists" when it comes to using magic. Their main goal was defending the kingdom, their second goal was subjugation of rogue and dangerous mages. In which irony laid strong as they were technical mages themselves.

It would also explain why she was so damn innocent.

The two continued to jog at a leisurely pace. Then the forest darkened, and the bushes thickened, and the ground became hard to walk on. Piper sprung up like a rabbit her head turning and into the bushes she ran off.

"Wait piper!"

Calia did her best to stick close to her. One of her teacher's instructions was not to veer away from a partner, while the forest wasn't deadly, it reeked of Fae magic. And where fae were, were mischievous tricks.

"Shit."

The girl was gone, who knows where. Calia chased after, but struggled to move under the thick underbrush. She already lost her sense of direction, but she didn't panic. She closed her eyes. Using her [Mana sense] there was a flicker of a hint up ahead, but it was hazy. The forest was powerful, too powerful like it had a life of its own. She followed it and then her eyes snapped open.

There were two students, both part of her class. Lunette, a blond, petite but fair all things considered, and Runa, black haired and built like a model. Both attached to each other their bodies entwined as they started kissing each other with passion. Their fingers explored all over their bodies.

Calia realized the magic she had felt had come from them. She froze, eyes gluing to the pair. Lunette pulled herself back, adjusting her ponytail before their tongues resumed their dance. She couldn't help but stare, who wouldn't.

It was a pity, that she couldn't just join, however it would be tantamount to social suicide. The teacher made it known that her ravens were scrying the field. She peaked a little closer. They started stripping off their uniforms.

Runa's panty's left her legs she moaned aloud as lunette started to finger fuck her against the tree. Her big titties flopping up and down, large and suckable. Calia started to develop a throbbing sensation, the mana that flowed inside of her, it wanted out.

Movement behind her shook her. Piper bursted out of the bushes, scaring Calia out of her trance state.

"um... I saw a bat flying away from the forest." she said dumbfoundedly. "I thought, hey what if that was a vampire."

Calia stared at her like she committed fraud. The girl shrugged uncomfortably, giggling at her in her silly innocence. Then she saw the scene in front of her. Their classmates were in the process of scissoring the other. Their bodies rubbing together legs in the air, Runa licked all the way up Lunette's thigh's to the sole of her foot.

Piper looked like she was about to scream, her face reddish and blushing. Calia held her hand over her mouth.

"We should probably move before the teacher catches them." Calia said, half frustrated.

"Is that what girl-on-girl sex looks like?" She was curious.

Calia nodded, then dragged her away

Forget innocence now, it was shattered on day one.

As they jogged through the bushes, her eye caught sight of one of the black birds entering the forest. She made eye contact with it, but kept on moving. Nearly having to force Piper to run, because it looks like she wanted to catch the bloody raven.

Surprisingly, they had come second shortly after the scene. The twins, Kara and Kam, had gotten there before them. Their faces were a lot more relaxed without anora-bitch around to command them.

Typical.

The teacher briefly glanced at Calia, a look that said. That both knew more than they let on, but neither said anything. Calia ignored her, let her eyes wander a bit, Piper's well built thighs were sweating, what she would do to fondle her, and lick the sweat off.

She shook her head once her self-control stirred, it was only a few hours, then a week's worth of calmness at least. She knew she needed to focus on everything else, like deciding how she was going to escape the Argentum family.

Anora arrived shortly with her partner, Rhiannon, another noble girl, shortly after. She gave her a nasty look as they arrived out of breath. She said nothing, beyond pitting on the ground.

Calia still didn't understand what the fuck her problem was. But she promised herself to find out soon enough.

Eventually most of everyone arrived, except the two. Probably lost in the forest. Leonora told them to stay put and pursued. Judging by her jog she already knew where they were. It was a good thing she didn't give into temptation, she just dodged a round from a black powered gun.

Still, it looked like fun.

1.4 -- Bark

Word did spread quickly among her peers, about what Runa and Lunette could have possibly been doing so long in those woods behind them. Calia, of course, didn't utter a word. Lest eyes turn on her as well.

The two were however eventually punished for, "failing to pertain to Academy standard." and "excessive misconduct." The truth was they, were caught scissor fucking. She still recalled the scene in her head.

Their flushed faces, hair tangled and dangling mid-act, dirt smearing their skirts whilst getting each other off. It was a nice sight, yet a tad bit disturbing. There was something about the air of the school that reeked of "devious energy." Like the walls had eyes and trees had ears, and something was driving a sexual madness around. Why else would Miralyn single out this issue?

She personally suspected a fae or a trickster, unless the Academy did it themselves.

A memory flickered in her head, not too long ago. She had walked in on Lady Arabella whilst she was being entertained by a concubine. Her reward: strapped and lashed bare butt by Hilda as per Arabella's orders, it was humiliation, but she found it arousing, only because Hilda did it.

Perhaps more such adventures waited here.

If she did have to be honest she was fascinated by the dread and curiosity she felt at this foreign place.

The school may as well have been possessed by 'something', she'd have to learn how to make [wards] soon. So she doesn't catch a trickster goblin or something.

Or maybe she was overthinking it.

Piper shook her out of her thoughts, whilst they headed back to their classroom, offering her sip out of her personal water cup. She obliged. Making the girl smile. Shortly after the rain started drizzling again

The rest of the early day was a dull one. At Least for her. A monotonous account of the academy's history, and a review of its more intense rules.

Such as casting a [morph spell] on someone, would result in a higher level spell being used as punishment. [Burning Foot] for example and [Dominate] would have you running like a wild chicken on hot cobblestones.

The rules were old, it was archaic, it was stupid. After that, they were let out early to make accommodations to their own rooms. As the noise faded away, Calia's thoughts just kept drifting around. In-groups and outgroups. Who to avoid, who to murder in their sleep, who to fuck. (because she was horny.)

The Noble-born girls were the most unpleasant, the running drill served as a nice reality check, that their statuses will only go so far as financial resources here. Yet their arrogant attitudes would persist. And though she is one, by technicality, she despised their spoiled bratty behaviors.

Calia got up from her desk, no point in waiting around here. Her urges were rising and soon she'd have to quell it for better or worse, or she'd pounce on someone like a wild panthera. She fled to her dorm. Piper followed her like a lost critter.

****

The pair stood together in the dorm room for the first time. Calia was a bit disappointed with its plainness. The room was expansive though, which left many possibilities for transforming it with time. Maybe a pastel color on the wall, a bookshelf for studies, and some trinkets tucked into corners. She had enough of an allowance to make it happen.

The perks of being an adopted and rich 'retainer' so to speak.

The tall arched windows pointed directly at the oppressive woods outside, first thing is first some curtains. The furnishing that was there was minimal too. Four queen-sized beds, and two wardrobes lined up at the wall.

Piper's mouth hung like a fishing line. "Do you see this.. it's massive.!" she exclaimed, full of joy. She started jogging around, her fingers trailing across the cream-pale walls and touching the bedpost obnoxiously. "Look at the windows! And all of this space! I can roll anywhere I want!

She threw her bag on the farthest bed, staking it as her own.

Calia dropped a sweat. Didn't she enter the room this morning? Why was she amazed now?

"It's really not all that much."

She stepped aside as Piper quickly assaulted her with a pillow.

"Are you kidding?" she shouted. Her fingers were tearing at her hair."My room back home was eight times smaller."

"Don't make it give you ten times the ego."

She really is a country bumpkin it seems.

Piper paid no mind to her remark, then her shoes slipped away and she started jumping from bed to bed, demonstrating great athletic ability before settling on one under the window.

"You know I feel this is a bit too fancy for me, I'm practically a queen now," she said, hands on her hips as she stood on the bed, she threw her socks off surveying the space. She lifted her head and narrowed her eyes. Then played out her own personal drama. "You filthy peasants, kneel before me like the dogs you are. I am the one who holds the reign and the crown."

She motioned to her non-existent audience, mocking them.

She really should be careful, such a declaration could be considered heretical, especially among the old families.

The door was closed behind them, they were alone and Calia had a filthy idea.

To Piper's surprise, Calia--mad as she was--dropped to her knees, eyes locking with Piper's. She started barking.

"Woof-woof." she crawled forward. "Yes, my queen what can this dog do for you?"

There was a playful and teasing hint behind Calia's words, Piper froze. Then crawled backward, and her grin disappeared. Then she swallowed. She shifted against the foot of the bed like she was trapped with a mad animal. The tension in the room thickened.

Calia kept her pose, as composed as she could manage, waiting for Piper's command. Piper cleared her throat, laughing nervously, as her feet shifted.

"Um, you can get up now, I was only playing pretend," she said, unsure of how to proceed. "Jeez, Calia you can be weird sometimes."

Calia smiled, they only met today, She was going to have Piper under her thumb soon enough. "But you started it, I was only playing along?" she whispered.

The door burst open with a loud bang!

Then two girls stepped inside, making Piper and Calia Jolt out of their strange moment. The girls stared in horror and disbelief.

The short-haired redhead adjusted her glasses. Closing her eyes, she couldn't believe what she was seeing. "I knew I should've picked another room," she uttered.

The blonde with long delicate hair, put a hand over her mouth, pale cheeks flushed. "Yana, this was supposed to be one of the better rooms! How naughty."

"There are at least two half-vacant rooms halfway down the hall," Yana said, agitated and stressed she glared at Calia with disdain, who was still in her fetal position.

The blond stepped forward, only to be blocked by Yana's hands. "But this room has the best view! We can't just leave let's negotiate with these perverts."

"I'm not a pervert!" Piper panicked, jumping off the bed and running barefoot towards the new occupants. "I'm as sweet and innocent as honey."

"Nope, let's leave." Yana snapped, slamming the door.

Calia's face burned red, and for the first in a long time, she felt shame. She scrambled to her feet, then as straight as a pencil marched to the door.

She opened it bowing her head like she was caught in a crime.

Piper who stood next to the door, looked at her first friend with horror and embarrassment.

"I'm sorry for the misunderstanding," Calia started. "We were practicing drama."

Yana spat on the ground. "Yet it's the first day of the semester, how strange."

Calia folded her hands together. "W-were practicing in advance..." she giggled.

Piper slapped her forehead. Then changed her demeanor to be as sweet and airheaded as she usually was.

"Hey, um. Welcome to your room. I'm Piper." she put her hands out.

Yana stared at her petite feet. "How unmodest, where are your shoes, or socks at least."

Piper started sweating.

"As I thought, you were participating in some weird fetish play. This can't go unreported."

Piper jumped at her, pulling her by the arm, struggling to fit her inside.

"Please, please, please, please. It's a misunderstanding."

The girl called Yana took a step backward let out a deep breath and sighed. The blond stepped inside, eyes relaxed. She introduced herself.

"I'm Sylphie, from the great forest in the east." she bowed formally. Calia met her formality by bowing in return. There were little pokey bits of pale skin sticking out of her hair.

An elf!?

"It's n-nice to meet you," Calia said, her embarrassment slowly fading. "You're a..."

"High elf, but a half-elf to be specific," she said with a half-smile.

Calia nodded her head up and down, her lewd thoughts already speculating. On what an elf's privates looked like.

Yana coughed in her hand. "I'm Yana, but you've already heard that. I'm going to be clear. 1. I do not mingle, I came here to become a sage. 2. Your interests and activities do not interest me so don't involve me."

Piper was a little down at her words. Calia didn't believe, a sage was practically a god among men and women. This girl was way in over her head.

"If you're going to be perverted." Her attention lingered on Calia. Eyes glinting under the glasses. "Do it elsewhere."

Yana threw her bag on a vacant bed. "Now if you'll excuse I'm going to spend the rest of the day decorating my part of the room, so I'm going to make a quick stop to the town down the hill, to buy some bedding and decorations.

"There's a town?" piper squeaked. "I don't have money though,"

Calia whispered in her ear, lips an inch away from nibbling. "I can buy you something." the girl's eye flashed with glee. Already forgetting, that social capital was heavy in the world of witchery and magic.

She might regret it.

Sylphie frowned. "Shouldn't we collectively decide how to arrange the room?"

Yana looked like she wanted to chew her head off. Calia decided that it sounded like a good idea. After all else, their room would look like a circus.

"I agree, we can go together, curfew is like 8 hours away. And we got nothing better to do." Calia concurred.

Yana settled. "Fine, but.." she raised her wand in the air. "If any of you misbehave or try and ruin my social standing. I will toast your asses with a [Fireball]"

"Kinky," Calia replied.

Yana blushed and Sylphia did her best to keep her at bay. The tall elven girl holding Yana like a midget to refrain her from going berserk. They settled down after a while, preparing to go as a group.

Piper was unable to sit still so she ran down the hallway, hoping to find fun elsewhere. Yana did something else in the bathroom.

It left Sylphia and Calia staring at each other. Sylphia approached her, making sure no one was looking. Calia was a little frightened, not because of Xenophobia but because elves seemed so alien to her.

Sylphia stopped in front of her. Holding her by the shoulders, sending a shiver down Calia's body. Sylphia came even closer, her breath tingling her skin. Lips parting, saliva glistening in her mouth.

"You have [Lilith's Kiss]," she murmured to her. " You poor cursed thing."

Calia's mind was sent reeling. The teachers she understood knowning. But this Elf? She came out of nowhere.

Her thoughts raced. If she knew, that meant she was magically attuned. She didn't belong among her peers. She was much older then. Elves grew really old, like faeries and devils did. What was she doing here?

"It's not so bad," Calia said nervously, voice shaky. "I can control it."

Sylphia's head tilted, golden blond hair spilling over her shoulder. Eyes heavy.

"Can you really...? I doubt it, you're leaking..."

Calia blinked, half spooked, by the Faerie-like creature in front of her, then stood up, and walked away. Sylphia didn't follow, just stared.

1.5 -- Milk [reedited]

The Girls had only gotten around to the town of Maplethistle by six in the evening. Maplethistle itself radiated with a comfortable warmth, you couldn't find anywhere else. Lanterns lit the town around the moment they arrived, Purple lilac trees bloomed under the setting sun, and the smell of fresh wood burning and meat being cooked was refreshing.

Against their better judgment, they've decided to cling to the uniforms, despite their skin becoming damp from the day's heat. Yana however was the only one who stuck with her blazer. Calia wondered if she was too shy to show some skin.

The girl was very reserved but didn't hold the typical arrogance you'd expect from

Calia's eyes occasionally drifted to Sylphia, the elf's gaze was predatory, looking at her the same way a dragon would at gold. Her sneaking advances weren't exactly subtle. Yana had noticed the tension and rolled her eyes in annoyance. I

f she had to be true to herself, Sylphia seemed very much like a threat of sorts. She didn't trust her.

It would be best to keep an eye on her.

It seemed most students had brought an exorbitant amount of luggage with them, which put the four of them on a matching quest.

Half an hour of walking had them stumbling into a home essentials shop. "Hearths and threads."

Their purchases hadn't taken long, they kept things simple but tasteful. Every one of them chose a different color bed sheet, some pillows, a curtain, and a carpet for the spartan bathroom.

Piper of course had no allowance to be able to afford it, bar some gold coins she'd have to live off. Calia kept her promise, Piper had excused herself but promised to make up for it in the future.

She'd better.

Yana had ordered a bedside table and when asked how she'd liked it delivered. She demonstrated a [Inventory] spell. Tucking it away somewhere with the whoosh of her wand somewhere between this reality and the next.

"So Yana, what happens if you run out of mana?" Piper has asked with her wayward curiosity.

"Hopefully it would never happen, as I take care of my mana reserves. But if it did, however. The item would either be suspended within extradimensional space or it would explode near a similar axis I isolated it from. If it survived, I'd simply retrieve it?"

"Huh?" Piper asked, perplexed.

Sylphia stepped in, acting like she was a caveman. "Mana disappear from small lady," she started with an apelike pose, Yana was immediately irritated by this display. "Desk goes boom or desk freeze like frozen popsicle, If desk not go boom, small lady retrieve with more mana."

"Oh, I get it now," Piper said. Looking into the air as if she'd discovered an epiphany.

Yana clicked her tongue. Sylphia giggled. Calia knew she wasn't really dumb, just devoid of the academic rhetoric that nobles held.

"Wait, frozen popsicles," the girl started. "Frozen treats, ice cream, cakes, and chocolate."

Her face was delighted with joy.

Her eyes narrowed on Calia and then grew big as apples. "Calia, you said you get me something nice, well..." her hands folded together and she crept closer, her face twice as cute as before.

Calia folded her arms. She turned her head away. "Hmmm, maybe not... you know those bedding goods were expensive, even my own allowance is limited..."

There was an opportunity here, a psychological play to be made. Piper had naturally skirted her when they met, but she wanted the girl to be completely under her thumb. Her reaction earlier wasn't satisfactory enough, she wanted to train her in a sense for her eventual needs.

"Please, I want ice cream, I want chocolate, I want sugar cakes." she raised a voice, drawing stares from the staff of the shop.

Better to calm her then.

"Okay, buuuutttt... only if you do me a little favor later."

Yana gave her a disgusted look. She didn't care, she had her own games to play at this academy for her future. Someone like Piper would make a nice ally and 'friend.' Affluent or not, her father was a knight, it was an instant connection with the king's court. She needs to play the winning hand.

"Anything, I promise." her eyes grew abnormally large, which made it doubly cute.

"Ok."

Yana let out a nasty grunt, "You know Piper, extracurricular activities are an easy way to make some money. Don't let Calia manipulate you."

Piper pretended not to hear her.

Sylphia kept giggling. The elf girl found everything amusing it seemed.

They moved out once again, stumbling from street to street. Enjoying the scenery along the way, what irked her the most were the inhabitants of the town. There were mostly women, the occasional man popping up only after a while. It seemed a bit odd, though the academy was a woman's institution, the town was something else entirely.

There was something sinister at work here.

Their stroll came to an end when they smelled the hot scent of warm sugar and honey. A glowing board illustrated the name of the small shop. Called Pelrunea's Sweets.

The owner sat inside, smoking a long pipe, which sent out pink sparkling smog into the air. She was a mature but voluptuous woman, there were silver streaks in her dark hair, lips were pink with some gloss. Very light on makeup. Calia wagered her in her early forties. Still beautiful.

The first thing she noticed was her face, and the second thing was her massive breasts.

Milf spotted

"Good evening, how can I help you girls." she waved, coughing.

"Pel-ru-nea?"

The woman nodded. "That's me."

"We are hoping to buy some sweets," Calia said with a genuine smile.

"Choose your pick." the woman responds nonchalantly.

The woman gestured to an array of confections. Their was everything from pies to cakes to tarts to teas, 'to special herbs.' Calia thought it would best to buy something like a cake, so everyone could celeberate the occasion. Piper had a different idea.

The girl's eyes locked on a glossy sweetcake. She leaned forward.

"Piper! Don't lean in too close, let the lady bag it then wait." Yana called out to no avail.

"SWEEEETCAKES!!!"

Piper leaned over the counter, frantically jumping, despite warnings from the others, she impulsively bit into the nearest fruitcake. Chomping down on it.

"Piper!" Yana shouted. Hands-on her temples, she fell to the ground.

"Oh, that's not good at all," Sylvia said.

Calia shook her head.

"How amusing, and yet ill-mannered," Pelrunea said.

"You!" she pointed at Piper, the girl stared at the woman with the tenacity of a stray cat. "[Morph] into a [Frog]

A ray of light shot out of the wand.

Piper's body shrunk and slowly started to lose her humanoid features, her hands becoming webbed and her eyes wide, her hair went baldlike. She disappeared under her own clothing.

The girls stared in horror, there was a moment of silence, then, came a croak.

The frog sprinted, and ran away from the woman, she leaped under Calia's skirt tickling her, squeezing into her shirt, and disappearing between her breasts.

Yana and Sylphia were on their knees, they started begging without uttering a word.

Calia stepped forward, plugging the frog girl from her breasts. Voice dripping with flair, she'd noticed something intriguing as the chaos occurred, beneath the cleavage of Pelrunea's breasts, there were thin white veins, glowing like cave lights. An illness. A rare illness, many took advantage of.

She cleared her throat. "Ahem, I'll pay for that of course."

"You better. Or I'll be cooking four frogs tonight." Pelrunea teased. Calia didn't know if she was serious or not, she seemed like a force to be reckoned with.

Yana turned away, embarrassed, staring out of the shop and into the streets.

In the end, Calia had ended up buying more than a couple of sweets, she bought several sweetcakes for Piper alone. Sylphia didn't want much, stating she kept a rigid diet to maintain her figure and it was far from her cheat day, though she agreed to eat some of the cake Calia wanted to buy. Yana had reluctantly taken a chocolate bar Calia had bought, blushing at the gesture but turning stone cold shortly after.

Piper had to redress, after Pelrunea reversed the spell, in full view of everyone, especially to Calia's delight.

She chased her friends away after the debacle, Piper was the first to go, nibbling on her sweet cake, Yana left not wanting to endure more embarrassment. But Sylphia stalled, and Calia really didn't like that, she was nosey. Too nosey. But she left after Calia frowned at her.

There was something Calia wanted to ask this woman.

"Is there a reason you hurried your friends away?" the woman questioned, huffing her pipe. Calia looked at the pipe and observed her lungs. "What, you want to try some of this, it's [faerie glitter] mixed with [moonweed]. Numbs the pain..."

Calia shook her head. Then as politely as possible made inquiries. "I have a question Miss Pelrunea, if you don't mind"

"Ask away, though you're being an unnaturally nosey girl?

Calia nodded. "[Mysticamastia], do you have it?"

Pelrunea raised her head. "It's rude to ask a woman something so personal, especially when it's such a hurtful thing." The woman put her pipe down. "Get out."

"Wait." she pleaded. "I have a sickness myself. My adoptive mother used to give me milk from women with [Mysticamastia], it eased my 'pain'. I was wondering if you are selling--"

"My Breastmilk?" she said amused. "No. Get out!"

"Wait a minute--"

The Wand pointed at her and magical energy flew from it. "[Banish]"

An invisible force propelled Calia Out of the shop. The doors and the windows closed like a poltergeist commanded it. She stumped her head against the road pavement. Making her head spin in circles.

Her roommates were staring at her in confusion.

"It's a good thing I carried the cake," Yana said, frowning. "What did you do now?"

Calia sighed. "Nothing much, I was asking for some guidance, I may have pissed her off, but let's just go back to the dorm."

"Agreed," Sylphia said. Cutting any unnecessary talk short.

That was disappointing, but she knew she'd be back, there was a panacea under her nose, she needed to provide the right leverage and Pelrunea would cave. She'd be back in a few days.

Calia wiped the dust off her, her attention shifting below her waist, things were getting more intense by the second.

She half considered ditching her newfound friends and then creeping into some bush, and relieve herself. How long could she bear this overbearing feeling, this throbbing, pulsating experience, it was becoming too much.

1.6 Relief ❤︎‬‪‪❤︎‬‪‪❤︎‬

Back at the dorm, as the sun started to set, the girls worked together to redecorate the room. Calia felt a flicker of satisfaction as Piper nibbled on her sweet cake like an ecstatic little pet. Yana even let go of her rough exterior and smiled a bit. Sylphia, who pretended to be a silly jester, eased into the moment.

Night came, and Calia stayed up late, watching the girls in the hallway return to each of their dormitory rooms, watching with attentive focus and curiosity. There could be many opportunities here, and she wasn't going to spoil them by rotting away her time.

She closed the door to the dorm room.

As the room went quiet, and the door was locked. She was wide awake, under a warm blanket, watching and listening, making sure that each and every one of her room members was asleep. She started sweating, there was no point in delaying the inevitable, after a day of not attending to it, the pain would start, best to get it over with.

[Lilith's kiss] woke, it drew her strength, directing it to below her waist.

She double-checked, she couldn't risk getting caught. There were consequences, and she didn't know if these girls were trustworthy yet. There were only soft gentle snores coming from their beds, Piper was the loudest.

She held, a metallic dildo in her hand, that she hid under the bed. It was a gift from Hilda, to use, when they were away from each other.

A tool they had shared briefly. Her magical essence stuck to it, it was a treasured item.

She slid the thick dildo beneath the entrance of her slick vagina, guiding it in with deliberate slowness. As it slid inside, an intense sensation enveloped her, and her throbbing pussy reacted in pleasure.

Pushing it even deeper inside herself, she was always amazed at how sensitive [Lilith's kiss] made her. She started stroking it in and out of her inner walls, taking it slow in rhythm. Each thrust sent waves of satisfaction crashing through, her back arch as she leaned into the act.

And her hips started bucking wildly as she heightened the pace.

She moaned, accidentally. Her eyes darting around, she breathed a sigh of relief everyone was fast asleep still.

She kept fucking herself with the dildo, imagining Hilda fucking her in public, in full view of her adoptive family. Slamming her against a table.

She dug her other hand into the bed as her world of pleasure spun.

Three footsteps took her out of it, she lay bare on the bed, and a shadow moved towards her. The dildo was stuck inside her throbbing pussy. The elf stood over her like a wraith, her blond her catching the moonlight, glowing gold.

"Wha-!" Calia murmured, shaking with fright, she slid the phallic tool out, attempting to hide her lower waist.

Sylphia moved closer hovering like a specter, her hand went over Calia's mouth, holding it close, the other, wrapping around her neck. Calia frantically tried getting her off.

"Shhhh..."Her voice was low, but her words were commanding. She whispered. "Don't struggle, let me help you."

Before Calia could protest, Sylphia's cold fingers touched her chest, her heart beating with heated anticipation. As she felt a thrill of sensual excitement, well up in her. The elf's fingers trailed down her exposed chest, slithering around her stomach.

Calia squirmed in pleasure, a muffled moan escaped from her. Sylphia's hand kept her quiet.

Sylphia's fingers reached her wet pussy, rubbing it softly. Calia stared into the blue eyes of the elf girl, her expression was stoic, not the cheerful girl she was earlier. She was curious about her, she didn't know she was this freaky.

Calia's upper thighs squeezed shut between Sylphia's hand, she felt herself growing wetter by the second. It was an intense sensation. The elf climbed on the bed and pressed her body together with hers, she let go of her hand, her clothing disappearing bit by bit.

Sylphia, thrust her fingers inside Calia's pussy making her gasp. Pressuring her into an orgasm, Calia lay helpless and slumped on the bed.

Sylphia's big breasts squeezed like soft melons against her.

Finally, letting out a withdrawn moan, her orgasm crashed altogether. She panted heavily as Sylphia stuck her face to hers.

The sensation eased, and [Lilith's kiss] would no longer be an issue for now.

Sylphia kissed her on the lips, her own mouth opening in surprise. Calia kissed the strange girl back, their lips meeting together. Sylphia's tongue invaded her mouth dancing around as she clenched her fingers with calia's.

She pressed her body downwards, squeezing hard as her legs slid into Calia's like a missing puzzle.

Calia frowned then, she pulled away.

"Wait... wait a minute," Calia spoke as softly as she could. "This all so very sudden."

The elf gave her a look of disappointment but kept kissing her on the face. On her cheek, her neck, and even her forehead "I said I'd help, what's the problem." the elf whispered in her ear, her breath unnaturally cold, biting and licking saliva dripping into her eardrum.

"Ah!"

Shivers were what she felt.

"I... I'm overwhelmed. Let's calm down, we only just met..." Calia said.

Sylphia pulled away her huge breasts in full display, they were round and huge, hanging but didn't sag.

"If that's what you want.."

"You're hot... sylphia," Calia said, biting her lip, and looking away. "I just wanted to solve this... It was an issue, it's solved now."

She dragged Sylphia by her waist, making her collide. She whispered to her. " thank you, Sylphia." she said. A mixture of sensation and shame filled her. Sylphia was way too straightforward, they were one day strangers, and yet.

She felt a mixture of shame and sensation.

The elf turned and then there was an expression of mild horror on her face.

It was Piper. She was stirring, her voice groggy and mumbling, incoherently as she got off the bed. Sylphia panicked, and crept under the blanket, squeezing under Calia's head, sticking into her breasts which was stupid, as she was longer than her by a few inches. Her feet stuck out the other end of the bed.

Piper turned towards them. Calia stared at her, not knowing how to approach the beartrap.

Piper walks closer, abandoning her own bed. "Hey, that's not fair, who gave you two permission to cuddle together."

Calia stammered. "We-- We are cold..."

If Piper squealed, to faculty members, she was fucked in more ways than one.

"Oh, then," the girl said aloof. "Scoot over. I'm getting in too."

She turned, forcing sylphia to the edge of the bed, her face was still dug in her breasts. Piper oblivious as she always was, squeezed behind her, her legs wrapped around calia's. Her warm body pressed against her back. Piper either didn't seem to care that her butt was naked or didn't notice.

Her arms curled over Sylpha's body, finger raking into the elf's hair. Piper played with her hair as she drifted away, snuggling behind Calia.

"Should I continue, Calia" Syhia pleaded. "Or should I leave?"

Calia's mind did a one-eighty. The situation was already ridiculous, and the pleasure was insurmountably good.

"yeah, be gentle please."

Sylphia smiled at her, and then Calia moaned. Her back arched slightly as Sylphia captured her nipple in her cold mouth. Sylphia suckled on her breast, gently, reaching downwards with her free hand pushing the finger back inside her pussy. She teased the crotch with soft circles, before returning to the rapid pace.

Calia lay still, accepting it for what it was... A weird fling.

***

Yana woke early, she couldn't tell the time, and her clock was missing mana batteries. She stood up, the cold chilling her, she knew she should've bought more bedding equipment, Yet the other girls had made it harder to buy in one go.

She stared at two missing beds, half surprised. Thought she nearly missed an emergency drill or was experiencing some weird dream phenomenon. Then she noticed her roommates all coddled together on Calia's bed.

Yana swears. Looking at them with a hint of jealousy. She could never have that, how unwomanly it was to slob together in one bed.

An idea comes to mind.

She takes the missing occupants' blankets, covering herself thrice over and hugging her pillow. Sleep takes her again, if only for an hour.

She finds herself back home, hugging a friend, a friend she could no longer see.

1.7 -- Interlude 1 -- Kam cums ❤︎❤︎❤︎

[Note: this contains light BDSM themes.]

In a dimly lit bathroom, candlelight flickered along the tiled wall, a hint of steam escaped into the air.

Kam lay in front of Anora. Her wrists were bound by glowing magical rope. Her head touched the base of the floor. Cheeks reddish and flushed, her eyes staring upwards at her Anora who stood over her, a whip in her hand.

Anora struck her bare butt, leather snapped against her delicate, She moaned, jerking abruptly as she was stuck. Her legs wiggling in the air.

"Ah!," she gasped as the whip kept slapping her on the ass, her body recoiling frantically in a mix of pleasure and pain. Kam's moaning was relatively soft, among the twins, she was the shy one. "more..."

Anora flicks her fingers, summoning a [magic hand], dead cold and transparent. The translucent hand slid between her thighs, squeezing closer and closer towards her sensitive pussy. Anora plays with her hands from a distance, pointing a finger upwards as it slips through her hole.

"Do you like that Kam?" Anora teased.

"Mmm... yes!"

Kam winces, murmuring unintelligibly. Anora commanded the hand to penetrate deeper, every step she took forward another finger slid through. Kam's hip buckled as the barely visible hand thrust deeper. She put her hands around Kam's round butt, rubbing in a circular motion.

The door to the bathroom creaked open. Rhiannon stood there, her hair ruffled from sleep, her eyes half-livid, half-dead. The girl stared at the scene before her disapproval.

"Anora!" she said in a hushed tone.

"What the fuck!" she slaps her hand against her forehead. "We spoke about this... it's like day one. And... did you have to be so loud? I'm trying to sleep."

Anora shifted her head, giving her small smile. Face calm and unaffected. "So close your ears," she said. "Or join us."

Rhiannon's cheeks puffed up and she slammed the door shut. Anora listened to her tiny footsteps as she ran towards her bed.

"Shall we continue, mistress," Kam begged.

Anora sighed. She was getting bored of this. Neither of the twins were satisfying her needs. They were fine as hell, it's just...

Cock...

She needed cock. She craved cock. It bothered her like an itch at the back of her head. Eating a girl out was fun, but she missed her male servants.

"A-anora~" Kam purred.

She glanced at the blue-haired girl, who was panting at her work. Kam wasn't the problem, she was conquered, and Anora wanted a new conquest. She always wanted new things, she needed it.

Rhiannon was out of the question, the girl was an equal when it came to social status, and her family wouldn't approve if she did pursue her vices. She was a political ally and a friend, best keep it that way.

The girl called Piper came to mind, but she was too much like a wild hog, something about her behavior screamed untameable.

But her friend...

Calia. The black-haired girl was a pretend noble. There was something about that drove her nuts. She wanted her to kneel. Calia was defiant, strong-willed, and not easily perturbed. She needed to be put in her place.

Oh, she knew where she wanted her... at her feet groveling.

It would take some time, but she'd dominate her, make her beg for mercy.

Anora's own arousal started igniting, beating at a rapid pace.

Kam started whimpering in dissatisfaction as Anora drifted off. Then, she snapped back, landing a heavy slap on Kam's ass, making the girl's ass jiggle. Leaving a bright red mark imprinted on her thick bums.

"My aren't you impatient tonight Kam," she whispered with a chuckle. Anora leaned over her ears. "Cum for me Kam, you are my property."

Anora ejected the [Magic hand] from her vagina. She bound it with a [Magic rope], attaching it below her waist. She shaped the hand, the finger's losing form, the palm disappearing, and it shape became phallic.

She trusted deep inside of Kam's cunt, her hips sliding the magic dildo in and out. Kam's moans started escalating, wailing as she felt her orgasm building. The girl tightened up.

"Ooooh... fuck yes." Kam moaned, her body shaking as Anora heightened her pace. "I'm coming!"

With a brutal thrust, Kam gave in, her tied-up body hurtling over the edge, as she reached her climax. Her pussy clamped around the magic dildo.

She became silent after the pleasure of her release.

Tied up Kam quivered on the floor.

Anora pushed her face in. "there," she whispered, stroking Kam's bluenette hair. "Are you happy, Kam?"

She gave her a kiss on the neck. And untied Kam, she prostrated herself on the cold surface of the floor.

"Now Kam," she demanded, biting her lips. "satisfy me."

1.8 -- Empathy

When Calia woke, she found Sylphia to be missing from her bed. Piper lay sprawled over her, suffocating her with her belly, Calia pushed the girl off her face, rolled over, she sat up. Her limbs strained and her head groggy.

She wasn't butt naked anymore.

Her clothes were properly refitted, it could only have been Sylphia, she must have recloth her body after what happened the previous night.

Her cheeks flushed slightly red, whilst Sylphia wasn't her first in the bed, being given assisted masturbation by a tall elf was a very novel and strange experience. Her nipples were slightly sore, how long was she suckling on her?

At any rate, she should keep it private, Yana most certainly wouldn't approve.

Did Yana even notice? There was no fallout that woke her. So she guessed everything was fine.

Piper, who was still in deep sleep, lay in undisturbable comfort. Her oversized t-shirt nearly went past her loose shorts. To Calia she looked like a cute, bubbly pet she'd just adopted. She had a strange urge to start nibbling her cute face. But she refrained.

Shaking her, stretching, she walked away from the bedroom. The other two were completely absent.

It wouldn't be appropriate.

A sense of satisfactory pleasure washed over Calia, despite being laggy and feeling lazy, she felt relieved. Her body felt strangely in tune, by now the pressure in her crotch would start building again, and yet it didn't there was no sensual irradiation plaguing her.

She brushed her finger below her clothes, stimulating the area around her clitoris.

Nothing, not even irritation, she felt perfectly at ease... Definitely, the elves work, she'd inquire later as to what exactly she did.

She opened the bathroom door, it was quite spacious and generous, with one big bathtub and two showers. One of the shower curtains was lifted, and a girl's petite feet stuck out as the water fell from the shower apparatus.

Sylphia resided in the large bathtub, the foamy and soapy water, covered her bare breasts. She smiled at Calia but said nothing. As if pretending nothing had happened the night before. Calia didn't dare ask her. That was enough curiosity for the moment.

Calia knew the elf knew more than she let on, if she did indeed hold a secret to taming her [Lilith's kiss] she needed to spill.

She undresses herself, throwing her clothing into a little basket at the edge of the room.

As Calia undressed, she saw Yana's face peek out of the shower, briefly ogling at her, then blushing. She hid her face again.

"Don't you have any manners, Calia? The bathroom is preoccupied. At least cover your breasts before you get in the tub or the shower." Yana scolded her.

"We're all girls here aren't we," Calia asked. "What's the problem."

Yana scoffed. "The problem is I'm not comfortable with it. Sylphia understand my boundaries why can't you."

This girl was ridiculous.

"It's a communal bathroom, you should totally get used to it by tomorrow. You're a noble aren't you, so a servant has never dressed you before?"

Yana scoffed. "I'm fully capable of dressing myself, my heritage is irrelevant Ms. Argentum, some of us, grow up differently."

"But Sylphia's completely naked in the tub. Do you shy your eyes from her?"

"I did before, now shut up or I'll smite you!" she screeched.

Calia flinched, slowly getting to the shower. Playing with the valves.

Sylphia giggled behind her. "Don't slip and fall"

It may have been a jest, but Sylphia couldn't help but feel ominous at the statement.

"I... I won't," Calia answered.

****

Piper bounced like a wild hare as she dragged Calia out of the dormitory.

"Come on Calia, we need to get breakfast together. You can't say no!"

Calia sighed but didn't protest. Yana and Sylphia had already left for class an hour early, barring her from pressing Yana for any answers about the strange devilry she might have performed last night. She'd been receptive, and caring. Not asking for anything in return bar fondling her nipples with her mouth.

That did feel good

Inside the cafeteria, a handful of students were present for the morning rush-- silverware clinked against porcelain, and cups were stirred. The air smelled like freshly baked bread and expensive chicory.

Food was practically free, of course, if you didn't go over a certain limit. The educational fees were quite expensive if you were a commoner. Calia had hoped for something simple and nutritious. Bacon hard crisped, and boiled eggs, with a large cup of sweetened green tea to quench her morning thirst. She was never particularly hungry mornings.

Piper being Piper, had gone way overboard. Her tray was piled with dozens of creamy croissants drizzling next to syrup drench pancakes. A mountain of cream on the side.

Piper was ready to spend what little she had on it. But Calia stepped in knowing it was an illiterate financial decision.

"You're paying again? Are you sure? Piper had asked cautiously.

"Sure, but... you owe me, remember that." Piper displayed her puppy-dog eyes.

"You mean it, you'd do that for me."

"Sure but say it." Calia leaned in with a smirk. "You owe me."

"You owe me," Piper said cheeky.

Callia rolled her eyes. "No, you owe me."

"You owe me?" she repeated, now a bit confused. "Wait--"

Calia stopped her from speaking. The girl followed her to sit, tilting her head behind. Her airheadedness can be contagious sometimes, she supposed that's what she found loveable about her.

They sat near a quiet table near the window in the corner of the chamber. Sunlight strode in, reflecting off kitchenware. Her tea was left untouched. She looked outside, a murder of bloody crows was patrolling the academy, ever watching. She wondered how she was going to approach this year.

Her quiet thoughts were interrupted when Piper's cheery voice broke through. She barely had time to protest. "Say aaah!"

Calia hesitated. "What are you--"

"Open up silly." Piper buzzed.

She let her mouth open. "Aaahh..."

Piper stuck it passed her lip, and Calia bit down, it was sugary and sweet. Good, too good in fact for her stomach.

Piper returned to her plate attacking the pancakes with ferocious tenacity, it was a sight to behold. How her little frame was able to consume so much.

Piper was adorable, no questions about it. Her bubbly energy brightened Calia's in every way possible. But Calia was not so innocent as her friend-- the girl's affection sparked something in her--something she desired.

Cuddly comfort, Hilda had been there for her when she needed to but they were a ways off, by a few years.

Something lured Piper to her and she didn't want that trail of fate to disappear. She had the selfish desire, to mold Piper into something more naughty, like Hilda had done the previous year for her.. She didn't know if Piper even liked women, it was a matter of desire.

Whether it was a result of her upbringing she could only wonder, Hilda had been subservient to Arabella, and when no one was looking, she had been submissive to Hilda.

Oh, Hilda. She wouldn't be touched by her anytime soon. She missed her. Calia veered her mind away from that sorrow.

"So, Piper" Calia asked, taking a sip out of her cup. "Why are you here? Why not follow in your father's footsteps--or even walk the path of a templar?"

In their nation, it's expected for a child to follow in the footsteps of a parent.

Piper paused and then pouted. 'I told you before. I was sent here for punishment, sort of I guess." she frowned and looked down, licking the syrup off her thumb. "People in my village thought I was a nuisance, or a devil even. They really don't like magic--got scared of it. My father insisted I come here. Said it would be good for me. Like penal school but with spells."

"Penal school?"

Piper looked uncomfortable. She didn't answer.

Calia put her cup down, watching Piper. "And your mother. What's her opinion?"

Her cheerful demeanor disappeared entirely, and Calia was so scared that seh opened a ticking bomb, she regretted asking. "She's dead. Died when I was born. My father always said I have her energy, whatever that means."

"I'm sorry," Calia said quietly. "I didn't know."

Then she opened up herself, adding. "I never knew my mother, either. My birth mother, I mean. Legally speaking, Arabella is my mother, but... she's never treated me like one."

Piper's eyes went wide. "Wait--so you're not a noble at all. You're adopted?"

"Well, actually I kind of am, just not from the Argentum family, I don't remember much about those days, but our estate was burned down. I can't really recall it clearly, everything is so hazy. I was a wild orphan for a while, until the Argentums adopted me, bar one condition."

Piper listened attentively.

"When I become of age, I'm supposed to marry one of her sons. "

Piper jerked. Scrunching her nose in disgust. "That's kinda... gross."

Calia laughed bitterly. "It's an old custom, and that was last year, the only reason I'm not betrothed to a fat slob of a son of hers is because the law sent me here. Nineteen, mandatory magical education and conscription thanks to the National Defense Act. "

Her mouth fell open, "Wait... does that mean when you're done here?"

"Yeah, I have to marry Piggy," she said flatly and distastefully.

"That's so messed up!" she exclaimed. Stabbing the last of her pancakes, like it committed a crime. Piper was left speechless. "Then just marry someone else."

Calia giggled, amazed by how naive and earnest Piper was. "It's not that simple," she said voice tight. ""I... I can't do that. I would be breaking noble custom.

"So run away," Piper suggested, eyes vulnerable.

"That's just the thing," she said. "My good friend--Hilda--suggested I use this place to do just that."

The table fell silent and Calia was tense, she'd never shared such a thing with anyone but Hilda.

"Okay. We'll get you out of it, somehow..." her eyes blazed with determination.

"Don't be ridiculous," she said her voice cracking. If only there was a flicker of hope.

"I'm not" she shot back. "I'll write a letter to my father, and he'll tell the king. And then the king will make the argentums back off!"

Calia dropped a sweat, dumbfounded. Piper's simplicity and innocence felt like a dream, the type you'd smoke out of a pipe.

She let out a soft humorless laugh. Piper might just be mad enough to actually write the letter. "That's nice but no."

Piper crossed her arms, her expression stubborn. "You'll see," she said confidently.

Calia sank her shoulders, she had more pressing things to worry about, such as why her magical libido was completely suppressed.

1.9 -- darkness

The Academy itself wasn't massive, consisting of five buildings, A dueling center, two dorms, and Then the academy building itself, which was overly huge filled with unused and unoccupied rooms. Rumor was that decades ago, it was much larger, but due to the wars and population decline, the school purposely shifted down the education cycle and the number of students it would tutor.

Apparently, a third class of students would be arriving within a month, exchange students and special cases, all so the academy could accrue socio-political capital.

While Veilbrook Magical Academy seemed like a means to an end with its two-year study system. The opportunities it led to was the real introduction to magic. Right over and slightly farther away from Maplethistle resided Maplethistle University, It's where most graduates go, after the second year, those that aren't conscripted or married off to fat pigs of course.

Like Calia.

Even the teachers were staffed and placed via the university, It's the real prize here, if she could get entry into it, she might be immune to the Argentums of course, she'd have thrown the name away.

Calia needed to be careful and to make the right move. At the end of the final term and semester, she'd have the choice to return "home" or stay in the dorms. It would be better to close the distance, but... Arabella often had mental whims. She could already see her, coming to pick her up. Force her to attend domestic classes, and "train" her womanhood with the male servants.

It disgusted her.

Heavy heels clicking on the floor got her out of her stupor. It was their combat teacher, everything about her screamed gothic vixen. She wore heavy makeup under her eyes, and on her lips. Pitch black, as was her dress. Her finger and toenails were painted obsidian. Even the bag she carried with her was completely dark. Not to mention her wand as well.

Her dark wavy hair was wild, animalistic in a sense. The way she carried herself was intimidating. Where Solokova demanded authority through force. Eris radiated a commanding grace. She seemed witchy in a sense, probably part of a coven of sorts.

Through [Mana sense] Calia could detect her rampant and wild energy. It felt dark, to the core. Evil wasn't something you could throw around, she felt it here.

Eris glanced at her the moment she did it. Moving her head horizontally in disapproval.

Calia lost her breath for a moment, forgetting to breathe.

She stopped. The head nod was a threat. "Don't do that".

Still, she felt a pull towards Luna, and in comparison with Miralyn, Eris wasn't teasing her or playing with her sexuality. Her aura was alluring.

Her eye caught something. There. It was faint, but she recognized it. Her eyes flickered golden, for a split second, before returning to normal. It seemed no one in her class did notice, they all simply looked at her with a mix of boredom and fright.

The class quieted as she tapped her wand on the magical board. Sparks flew from it.

"I... Want your full attention!"

Though the class was quiet she did not have the full attention of everyone.

Piper was playing with a paper bird, her fingers tracing the wings delicately. Eris took note of it and was unamused.

"[Magic missile!]"

A spinning blue bolt of light shot from her hands, heading straight for Piper. Calia panicked, the spell was lethal, and Piper had no protective shield.

The missile blasted the paper out of hands, then doubled back, exploding mid-air. Magic fragments scatter across the room. "I do not... appreciate distraction in my class. You pay attention or you can leave!"

Piper squeaked, then ducked behind Calia's desk. The sudden movement, made her nerves tense up. She comforted Piper, patting her on the head. Eris stared at them.

She was stern. Her voice is deep and authoritative. The air hummed when she spoke. Calia liked that, she'd pay attention, all the time. [lilith kiss] stirred slightly, not enough to be concerned. But it summoned fantasies.

She could imagine herself being brought before the class, and being spanked by Eris's wand.

She tapped on her wand motioning for Piper to sit. Piper leaped to her desk like she was under assault.

"Can any one of you girls tell me why you are here to learn offensive magic?"

"To protect king and country" Rhiannon answered proudly, with patriotic fervor.

Calia couldn't agree with that. Fuck the royals

Eris shook her head in disapproval. "yes... maybe... as a national citizen and as a noble aim sure but no."

Eris' voice turned cold. "The truth is that for us women, female mages, witches, and the like. We are not withheld from the cruel reality of the world. A noblewoman, and even a commoner mage, is the ultimate prize, the ultimate spoil of war. Your bodies, if captured by a neighboring nation, will be used as leverage, a tool, or even worse."

The class went silent. There was no sugarcoating what she was speaking of. It was a grim reality, men would take them, and use their bodies if they were vulnerable.

"Even if you don't pursue a traditional role as a noblewoman, say you'd enter the scientific field, you'd still want to be prepared for threats, foreign or domestic."

Eris's coldness stirred something in her. Something sleeping, forget the ugly men. The gothic spirit in front of her could tame her if she wanted.

The class went on, and Calia's attention wavered, she stared more than she listened. Today they wouldn't be learning much beyond theoretical stuff. Tomorrow will be another matter. Eris intends to hold a mock duel, and every student must participate, If it meant staring more at this tall, dark, and sexy teacher, she didn't mind.

****

At the end of the classes. Eris gave them each a piper that had to be signed out.

It was a list of additional classes they had to partake in. They were limited in choice but not in scope.

They included:

Alchemical Science

Spirit Summoning and Familiars

Magical Artifices and Crafting

Runecrafting and Glyph Magic

Magical Ethics and Diplomacy

Primordial and Arcane Spellcraft

They had a week to choose, at least one, a second one for extra credits which could earn you a serious allowance, as some of the work would be very practical, as in actual work.

She felt a strange connection to spirits summoning and families-- Perhaps it was the thought of maintaining her own control or even her emotions. She never had proper agency over herself. Only with the younger maids, had she been able to exercise her authority. She really didn't know what to choose at the moment. Glyph magic was interesting, it had thousands of potential effects but rune crafting did not interest her, she wasn't a dwarf.

At Least they had a week to choose.

As the teacher finished handing out papers, she gave Calia a glance. Why did every teacher look at her this way, was it because of her condition? She'd have to seriously inquire because it was affecting her. Perhaps later...

It was brief, but there was weight behind it. And it made her blush.

You're nineteen Calia, you're too old for crushes. And she's what in her thirties?

Piper poked at her face. "You're awfully red Calia, are you sick."

She nodded with a smile. "I think I am."

Lovesick

1.10 -- Fall

As Eris dismissed the class, signaling its end. The air around her warped as she strutted out of the classroom. Calia followed every waltz, admiring her thighs as she left the classroom. The next class would be due in an hour, leaving many of the students to their own whims.

She exhaled as the teacher left, her arms were stiff from listening to her on basic combat applications. She was 100% sure that the majority of the context went through both her ears and out. If there absolutely was someone she wanted to fuck, it would have been this woman. The mysterious air she extruded was inhuman and she wanted to touch that.

Hunger was also something she could deal with. Perhaps it was the lack of sexual cravings that put her on the spot, food could be that comfort. But she needed some alone time, and Piper was hopping around her like a wild hare.

She whispered in the girl's ear. "Piper."

"Yeah." She said excitedly.

"Race you to the cafeteria?"

The girl's eyes lit and glowed, and sped out of the classroom without a critical thought. She stood up, the cafeteria would be a small window of peace, something warm in her stomach. Away from the class crowd and cliques that were forming in the class. And whilst she didn't want friends, she knew she needed some allies too. Piper fit the 'friend' role, but perhaps she needed a clique of her own.

Runa and Lunette the girls who were caught doing the deed, were out of the question. They were too clingy, and unfocused. She saw then make out under a desk under the pretense of looking for a lost trinket.

It was admirable in a naughty kind of way. But sloppy.

Clementine, Iolanta, and Octavia were the 'smart' cliques of the class, their focuses were purely academic, and they didn't mingle much with Anora's small army. Eveline, Rosalind, Nyssa, and Vivian were a tight crowd, They seemed too 'normal' for her. They were definitely going to end up in a traditional bride situation, judging by their boy gossip. Which usually went along like this 'Have you seen the youngest ruler of stonekeep, he's so handsome."

Calia couldn't care less about lord stonecock and his riches.

The rest of the girls were similar in that vein, or she really didn't know much about them. One person did catch her attention. Eira, she believed her name was. She sat silently in the corner of the room. With messy bangs obscuring her face, she was as small as Piper was to her, but she was completely closed off.

A loner.

Anora, being Anora, did make occasional fun of her. She could use that, Appeal to her sense of isolation, form a little clique of he own.

Maybe...

Calia stood up, heading out the classroom door, her foot caught something, and in a split second. She flew forward, losing her balance.

She hesitated, in a desperate attempt to catch herself from falling.

It was too late.

She hit the ground with a loud thud. Her palms scraped against the wooden floorboard.

There was silence in the classroom and all stares were upon her. Too many eyes were looking at her like hungry dogs, at the scent of fresh blood.

It was deliberate, the foot that tripped her, an attempt at humiliating her.

She didn't move, she knew she had to, but she lingered on the solid floor. Something makes her resist the thought. Her hands pressed onto the floor.

The air itself seemed to hold its breath. The tension was overwhelming, coiled, and tight.

Something stirred in her, a thrill, she wanted this, it was a perfect illusion, a facade, feigned weakness.

A soft giggle breaks the tension. As if performed. Soft and timed.

Calia looked at the laughter--it was Anora.

Her legs towered over her, body. Her lips curled at the edges.

"Oops," she said. Her tone was off, she wasn't apologetic at all. Just mocking her.

"You should be more observant, Calia." her lips kept parting, forming words that made Calia furious. "A real noble wouldn't clumsily trip over another."

Calia smiled at her, while she lay on the ground squinting her eyes.

Oh, you'll see you bitch, keep playing this game.

Anora's gaze faltered as the two stared at each other, she was waiting for a reaction, a specific response.

Calia doesn't move. She keeps her smile.

Anora winces, uncomfortable. Calia lets the silence suffocate. Then suddenly anora shifted. Just barely, disturbed. A small crack in her demeanor.

Did Anora think she was going to bawl, to cry? For her to stand up, and walk away.

No, I won't play her game.

"Stand up you freak!" One of the twins called out to her. Kam or kara or cum, she didn't differentiate. She gave a glance at the twin, another target after she claims Anora's head.

Metaphorically speaking.

Anora turns away, walking past her. The twins followed. If Anora wanted to be a bully, she was being bad at it. Calia took comfort in the fact that they couldn't directly assault her, the rules were as strict as they got it.

Soft strands whispered against her cheek.

Then a sweet and floral scent of jasmine...

As she attempts to lift herself up a hand is given out to her. Rhiannon is one of Anora's roommates and friends. Her hand was warm and her smile genuine.

"Are you alright?" she asked, genuinely concerned.

Calia hesitates, Anora and Rhiannon, were cousins from a similar branch. Though it seemed only Rhiannon inherited proper manners.

Their eyes meet briefly, and something flickers in Rhiannon's face.

"Perfectly fine, I tend to zone out if I make an accident," Calia scratched her head, playing it off as airheadedness.

"it's not your fault," Rhiannon said with a sad smile.

Anora glanced at Rhiannon, her arms crossed. Rhiannon let go, and Anora' tightened as she walked away.

Interestingly, there was tension, between the two.

And she was going to exploit it. Anora didn't have any etiquette for her supposed nobility, Rhiannon would make a fine ally in the future.

People like Anora could only destroy.

Calia dusted herself off and left the room shortly after.

She shook her head, she needed to focus. Perhaps not fleeing was the real mistake, she was being seduced by her own delusions. So many women were here, and she wanted to touch and feel and deflower them all.

She already spotted a few potential 'love interests'. But it was the teacher's which excited her most. Magic did wonders for one's youth they did not look a day older than twenty.

Anora, however, will get the stick treatment soon enough. She'll bonk over the head, and throw her into the trashcan, beautiful as she was. She'll make sure of it. Blackmail, defamation, false accusations, she was not above it. She was going to survive here, and she was going to get the fuck away from her arranged marriage.

****

Calia left for the hallway. She spotted the gothic teacher strolling past, her focus narrow. Eyes locked forward like it was glue.

She needed to meet up with Piper, yet there was still time. The teacher maneuvered past the growing crowd of students, slipping like jelly.

Then she shifted passed a corridor, sleekly, avoiding all missteps on high heels brisk walking even. An impressive sight to behold, and a skill to learn. Her dark hair caught the light rays of the sun, it seemed she didn't like that, moving into the shadows every time.

Perhaps she liked unburnt skin?

She wasn't heading to the dorms, but an abandoned part of the academy, to one of the most empty compartments.

Calia made a choice.

And she follows. Shifting wall to wall, pretending to do nothing but waste her time. Silent as a shadow. Every step forward was one step away from her peers and into the unknown. Danger, thrill, anticipation. She had never seen Miralyn linger around here.

Eris steps into a dark room at the end of a quiet hall. She disappears into the darkness. The curiosity dawns on her, she is eager to find, out. She walks by peering inside.

Nothing but darkness. An empty window, No inner doors, just old dusty bookshelves.

No Eris.

She was gone.

Did she teleport

There inside, among the bookshelves, something caught her eye. It was a purplish book, bound in black leather. Old and aged. Untouched by time, it had a faint glow. Something pulls her in closer, and closer, her legs twist on her own, she is drawn to it, an invisible force, pressing her ribs, calling inwards.

She stops in front of the entrance.

"Watcha doin?"

Calia jumps. It was Piper, sneaking up on her again, panic goes through her head.

She spins and slams herself against the hallway wall.

The girl stood amused. Loud and happy.

"Nothing!" she said quickly and defensively.

Piper teased her with her eyes. Piper knew she was snooping.

"Okay, then, if you say so..."

Calia exhales.

"You said we'd go to the cafeteria earlier, you lied."

Calia disagreed.

"No, I got sidetracked, I was on my way. Let's go there right now," she tried shifting the subject. "You think Yana and Sylphia are from classes..."

As they walked back.

She felt her mind trapped. The book, it's feeling, forbidden, it whispered to her.

Fuck the rules.

She was coming back tonight.

1.11 -- Choices

The dorm room was dimly lit, The faint glow of the blue magical lamps casting light in the darkened room. There was a faint trail of sweat, in the room, the girls planned on taking turns in the bathtub. Calia would prefer they rather just all wash in one big tub. But that was just her perverted preference,

She lounged on her bed, gazing at the roof, her eyes lidded, but focused on waiting. She looked at her two roommates from Classroom B, Yana and Sylphia. She had something she wanted to ask them.

"Yana, Sylphia?" She called out.

"We're listening," they said. Her eyes lodged to an odd piece of parchment. Written in whatever elvish text.

"I'm not," Yana remarked.

She's really cheeky, isn't she? Especially to Calia, which to be fair, was justified, she had loosened morals, and Yana had seen through from the start.

"Do you guys have an idea what classes you plan on taking?" she purred softly.

Yana shrugs with her usual arrogance. "It honestly doesn't matter which you take during these two years unless there's a particular career path you're looking for such as the military."

"You said you wanted to be a [sage], that's a tall order," Calia said.

"Yes, but... I know what to expect, I know how many years it will take, but most of all I know I have the confidence to pull it off. Which is why I'll be attending Primordial and Arcane Spellcraft, Runecrafting, and Glyph Magic classes, it'll aid me on my journey." she closed her book, and put her glasses down for once, her face was cute with and without it.

Though there was a small ring around her eyes. Lack of sleep perhaps. "And, honestly, what do you care what I do?"

"Just curious, Yan-Yan." Calia, said, she needed to know. She wanted to make the best choice.

"Ew." she scratched her face. "Don't call me that. By the way, do you have a plan, come to speak of it, you're an unknown factor, what are your strong suits what are you capable of Calia."

"Not much," she hesitates.

"Oh, don't be modest," Sylphia said with a small smirk. "You got a little special condition don't you?"

Yana raised her brow, intrigued. "Condition?"

Calia gave Sylphia a burrowed frown. Did she really have to blurt it out?

"Do not worry Calia, Yana can be trusted."

She sighed. " I have [Lilith's kiss] had it since, I could remember." Yana scooted away, Calia was afraid of such a reaction. "Don't worry I have it under control, only a few people are supposed to know, but Piper has a loud mouth and Sylphia thinks you're trustworthy."

Yana crossed her arms. "I do hold my word but not with cretins and degenerates. You have yet to prove yourself that at least explains, Why you act so strangely, still is this the reason you brought up this topic."

"No." she winced. "I ask because I'm in a predicament. "I'm being forced to marry the youngest of the Argentum sons,"

Yana tensed, "Aren't they your brothers?!"

No, not that such things weren't unheard of.

Calia shook her head. "No! I'm adopted from one of the black families, the purged ones. I have to be very selective with whom I say such things."

"You're a black orphan, from one of the older noble families, gone kaput?" she asked for confirmation.

Calia nodded.

Both of them looked on the edge."Ok then, it's not so strange," Yana said. "Most of the noble women who come here plan to participate in some political marriage. It's a good thing my father isn't in with such traditions, I feel bad for you but you're not a special cookie. Lots of black orphans since the civil war got absorbed into more powerful families."

"I don't want it," she burst out. "I'm looking for a way out, but I'm afraid my adoptive mother might retaliate."

Yana nodded."Then may, I suggest either the university or the academy, working for the state would make you immune to any such political manners, outright annulling the marriage."

"I doubt Calia would be fearful. If it was that simple, the argentums are known for their military prowess, no," Sylphia said. "So make some friends from a family with equal standing, get locked in, betrothed on your own terms, or get sworn in, and they should back off."

"I don't know. I-I don't want to be in the middle of a political playing field." Calia shook her head. What about you, Sylphia, what do you wish to accomplish here?"

Sylphia interjected. "Magical Ethics and Diplomacy. It's all I'll take. It's the reason I came here as a foreign exchange student and as a gesture to increase ties between our nations. I did not come to study magic, The teachers know this, still I will partake. "

"Lame," Yana said.

Calia hesitated, her fingers trailing along her veins, she tapped it directly making it pulse faintly with magic. "Can you tell us about Lyosalheim?" she said, eager to know but shy to ask...

Sylphia shook her head. "I'm forbidden by the particular contract established by my government and yours to speak anything about my home."

"So in a sense, you're like an agent here, at least a diplomatic one, how old are you really Sylphia?" Calia asked...

Yana tensed. Looking away. Sylphia lost her golden smile, her face became stale and stoic.

Oops, I may have opened a can of worms.

"Anyway, what did you have in mind, Calia!" Yana did her best to ease the situation. "You're class choices I mean... are you good at a particular magic skill?" she made an awkward giggle.

Never ask an elf her age I guess.

"I don't know, another reason I'm asking besides forced marriage to a pig," they grunted at the last statement. "What would be beneficial to me, I only know [mana sense] strictly speaking, practicing magic was forbidden in the Argentum estate.

Yana blurts. "Bullshit missy. Sensing energy is an advanced skill, I know Sylphia can but you.... pfft."

"She's not lying Yana, I'm guessing her underlying condition played a role in its part. It does come with "extra mana" if what I heard is right."

Calia choked.

Her mind drifted off instinctively, she stared at the speaker. Elves had very long lives and practically didn't age until their deathbed was in reach. She could imagine it, the amount of sex she could have men and women alike, a century of debauchery and erotism.

Calia blushes. Yana took note of it. "Why the fuck are you blushing? Are you being turned on right now you weirdo?"

"N-no of course, not what you take me for me, Yana," Calia pouted. "You're so rude, it's unbefitting of a Noblewoman."

If only Yana knew they had partial sex. She would be livid. Still, she had to make sure they keep their mouth shut, she didn't want people to conflate Lilith's kiss with everyone's whore.

Piper like a wild trained horse burst into the room, steam chilling off her body. Her towel barely clings to her as she announces her studying plan.

You guys are boring, I plan on taking Magical Artifice, Crafting, Runecrafting, and Glyph Magic.

All of them collectively said. "No!"

Yana spoke up. "No offense Piper, but with your clumsiness, you'll burn the Academy down before you run out of energy."

"That's what you think, But I got already planned out, I'm going to make my own Golem!"

She posed dramatically and her towel fell off. Revealing her perky breasts, and her tight, tight, crotch.

Calia's gaze lingered with hunger. She became aroused. It was intrusive, like an unforeseeable cramp. She clenched her thighs but refused to look away.

Yana was the only one who minded.

"You lech, come here."

Yana explodes, grabbing a belt from near her bed, she chases Piper into the bathroom who starts yelping and dashing up and down.

"Wait, It was an accident, I'm not perverted I swear."

"It seems like none of you three understands boundaries, I'll have to instill fear into you." The belt started loosening and started whipping.

"Ah! That hurts."

Whip!

"Not on my butt!"

"Repent sinner!"

Calia struggled to compose herself, lips curling wickedly, it was hot. She wanted to partake in it, but Yana wouldn't approve.

Hmmm, the things I could do with a belt and a rope.

Sylphia notices her struggle. She flicked her tongue between her fingers.

"If you want to go for round two, just say the word."

Calia shakes her head sharply, she needed to focus, the tension in her body coiling tighter.

"No," Calia leans in, her voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial whisper: "I need a favor for tonight though."

Sylphia's grin widens, her eyes gleaming with intrigue: "I'm listening."

Calia's gaze is sharp. "I need a lookout."

1.12 -- Curiosity

They slipped out of the dorm room, their steps measured, and the creek of the door cackled as if taunting them. They Peeked in, once as to make sure Yana and Piper were asleep. Yana would be against this operation, and Piper's manic pixie energy would make sure the town of Maplethistle heard them from here.

The Hallway was quiet, on the upper floor, bar a few lights that streaked out under the doorways. Soft murmurs lingered, and the sound of soft instruments, likely a flute being played in solitude.

Stepping down the stairs, Calia's eyes drifted around anxiously, Sylphia who was taller than her by a large margin, scouted ahead confidently.

Why exactly they couldn't fuck around past 12, Calia couldn't understand, they were adults, if the academy feared reckless students, then it's nothing a reprimand would stop. Unless it was unsafe inside the academy.

The cold bit at their skin, the night outside bitter cold, it felt as though the air was magically charged. Which would make sense, if you had more than 50 students with magically charged bodies lumped in a single area.

Sylphia whispers to her as they cross the distance to the classrooms.

"Where exactly do you plan on going, and why won't you tell me? Her voice was filled with some suspicion and her eyes were a bit droopy.

Maybe she shouldn't have come along, while she trusted her, she did have a lax attitude about her and she stuck out like a sore face.

Calia offered her smirk. "I just want to check out something, we can leave shortly after. It'll be quick."

She scoffed, but gave Calia a side eye, then bit her lip. "You're not planning to undress me and slam me against a desk, are you? That would be fun."

Calia giggled. "Not tonight,"

As they hopped and skipped through the academy's courtyard, shadows twirled and spun with a life of their own under flickering lanterns.

The cobblestone they walked on felt uneasy as if the academy itself was alive.

Small light orbs hovered in the air whispering and wiggling. Zipping and zapping, small energy particles. Blue, yellow, white, red.

"Look calia, willow wisps, beautiful aren't they."

"I see, them, Sylphie," she said her voice low. "I was told that they possess the souls of spirited away victims, the souls of the unfortunate doomed to drift away forever."

Sylphia giggled. "No, don't be silly. They're just a lesser form of fae. Back home, they often light up the sky for days."

"Really, I'd like to see that one day," Calia said a bit somberly.

"Perhaps, I'll steal you myself, make you my wife. That way you won't have to marry some fool."

Calia blushed, amused, but she didn't want to intertwine with a whole different culture.

As they approached the doors of the Academy. Calia noticed several figures, all students slipping into the woods, soft giggles erupting from them.

Sylphia, squinted, making them out. "It's your classmates, some of them, it looks like the Anora girl, you don't like to talk about."

Calia mumbled something foul. At the center of the group, she made out the distinct frame of Eira, the loner girl from class. "Where the fuck are they going?"

Sylphia leaned closer, angling her body so they couldn't be spotted.

"Judging by the posture of the one in the middle, I'd say it's they're on their way to participate in a hazing ritual."

Calia clenched her hands. She wanted to pursue Eira, as a potential ally in this strange climate. But it seems Anora would get to her first. Did the girl need help? Should she intervene? Tell Anora to keep her hands off her.

Or... no.

She came out here for a reason, what if she loses this opportunity again?

Sorry, Eira.

But she needed to prioritize her own interests. It was selfish, it was cruel, still, they might've been wrong, and maybe... Eira was a part of their little gang.

She'll deal with Anora another day. The glowing book was her only focus. Whatever it possessed inside its covers, she wanted it.

"Let's move on before we get caught."

Sylphia nodded.

They passed the classrooms and maneuvered toward the semi-sealed abandoned and unused rooms. She spotted the room, the Gothic teacher had disappeared in. The door was closed, but there was no sign of it being trapped or locked of my runes or glyphs or wards.

"Is that it?" Sylvia asked. "I don't know about this, is sneaking here necessary, I'm pretty sure, these rooms are off-limits.

Calia nodded. "They are, but there's something I need to see here. Stay around here, please if hear a teacher or a sentry walking, whistle to me or something.

Outside, through the windows she spotted some of those sentries, though they stuck to the outskirts of the Academy. Stone birds with blue gemed eyes, a little bit of life was breathed into them like most golems were, giving them a spark of sentience.

If she did anything to alert them, Someone would be on her like a moth to an erupting flame.

"Why are you so eager to sneak in?" Sylphia asked. "What's in there that you don't want to speak about,"

"I'll show you if you shut up and keep watch."

Sylphia blew her lips and walked off.

Calia was almost disappointed, according to what they were told, security would be tighter and yet it was open as a storm drain. She wouldn't say no to good blessings.

She felt the handle of the door, fiddling with it. It's open not locked. Did Eris close it earlier, did she "appear" in the same spot she disappeared from? Calia wondered.

Then, a massive stone bird swooped into the hallway, she panicked, rushing inside, and shutting the door behind her.

She listened attentively, just in case Sylphia got caught, but nothing came.

The room was darkened, lit only by the moonlight that invaded its small and tall windows. There in the bookshelf, the glowing grimore rests among other old books. It pulsated slowly, as she approached growing faster, and faster, and faster until it finally stopped flickering light as she stood in front of her.

It called out to her, like something primal, something old.

She took it out of the shelves. Dust thick as ash flew off it, making her cough.

She flipped through hundreds of foreign symbolic languages, slithered across the page, most incomprehensible, some pages missing, yet the imagery was hypnotic.

Every page was like some kind of sexual guide. All manner of sexual positions stayed laid out, anatomical to ritualistic orgies, blood-soaked signs illustrated in crimson. Pure ecstasy, desirable wonders. Magic hummed from every page, but one particular page drew her in.

She felt her crotch hyper-stimulated. Pulsating as her fingers were led to a particular page. An exaggerated illustration of a large penis on a woman's body drew her in. [Lilith's kiss] flared. It spread inwards becoming hot. She felt it in all her nerves.

She started stripping her clothes, she was warm, too warm. Disoriented, her breath quickened. Her heart started to race.

She heard knocking at the door, her name was called out. "Calia!"

It was sylphia and she struggled to open it.

She didn't respond.

Then blackness took her. Her world became weightless, she hovered in unknown space, the boundary between worlds itself, she felt a heavy presence surround her to consume her.

Her mind locked, she couldn't move only drift.

A shadow loomed over her. Feminine, muscular. She couldn't tell. It held her tightly, gripping her arms. Like an incubus or a succubus, It spread open her legs, penetrating her with its thick length, then thrusting her into drifting space. Consuming her from the inside out.

She moaned.

Pleasure for sustenance.

It was blissful. She wanted it, she craved more of it, she feared it.

Then she woke up.

Soft tapping could be heard in front of her, her eyes slowly regaining their vision. She locked eyes with a person in front of her. And it wasn't Sylphia.

The room was lit by a candlelight, and Eris stood there. Her gothic and pale face is illuminated by highlights of the moon.

"You made a horrible mistake Miss Argentum,"

Calia remained strangely calm, whatever euphoric sensation she felt kept her indifferent to her current peril.

"Um... I can explain... I think."

"No you can't, look at yourself," she spat. "Take a good long look at yourself. Then ask yourself, how it is possible for a woman to grow a phallus?"

Calia stared at herself, she sat naked on the floor, her clothes removed and thrown around the room.

She twitched. A strange foreign sensation enveloped her her crotch. She gawked. She looked down to see a cock, stuck to her body, veined and glowing, there was even a subset of balls. Her [lilith's kiss] was going rampant.

At first, the penis was small, and then it started rising. It was 4 inches, and then it started growing and growing.

"This is not.... what I suspected, Miss Calia, We were warned that you may have unorthodox behaviors due to your condition, but I didn't expect you to mess with things you didn't understand. Eris murmured. "This calls for swift punishment."

Eris bared her fangs, long and sharp and inhuman.

She's a vampire!

A memory briefly flickered in her head. On the first day, Piper had said that she saw a bat in the field and that it could've been a vampire. She thought it was a ridiculous statement at the time but now...

"I sent your friend to your dorm room, and told her she would be barred from punishment, provided she kept her mouth shut about what she saw. But you have presented me with a problem I can't ignore."

Calia winced.

"We'll have no interruptions, any time soon, perhaps it's time for a... private lesson."

Her cock jumped, in response to her words, and she swallowed the lump in her throat.

She thought she came here for potential power, dark magic which could propel her ahead of her peers, she did not expect to grow a cock. How would she hid this from the Argentums, if the day comes?

1.13 -- Sucked ❤︎‬‪‪❤︎‬‪‪❤︎‬

Calia was strung together, tied to a chair. Eris had locked the door shut, just in case someone nosy dared to interrupt them. There was a dim magic lamp, flickering and exposing light inside the room. The light was set up so the focus would be on her new addition, her throbbing girl cock.

Sprouted from like it came from a beanstalk, utterly foreign to her. Her other genitalia lay dormant, sleeping, though she was curious how one would react to the other.

It was humiliating, terrifying, and alien.

She squinted her eyes shut and opened them again. It was still there, and she was still in the chair,

Eris paced about the room, walking up and down, her heels clicking on the ground. Nails sharpened her, teeth glaring and her eyes blood red under the white moon. Her face shifted from frown, to shock to surprise.

People were going to find out about it, and then she was going to be labeled a freak.

"Ms. Eris, it seems I made a terrible lapse in my judgment," she giggled awkwardly, in fear of the thing that was standing upright looking at her teacher.

The woman stopped and turned towards Calia. It was then she took note of the bright Velvet dress she was wearing, her cleavage exposed and her boobs were jiggling, her cock grew every time she found something mildly arousing.

Her gaze settled on Eris's exposed thighs.

"You don't say, though not the words I would use, hmmm." She pondered her hands stuck on her chin, her face lit up, but she said nothing.

She observed her unnatural features. She was an anomaly, though her eyes seemed naturally red, she hadn't extruded massive canines before. That dark feeling of dread she felt in glass was stronger than, ever.

Calia, breathless, started stammering, "You're not a vampire are you?"

Eris smirked, glinting her teeth and hissing ominously. "And what If am?"

Then she drew close, her breath against her cold neck, even colder, making her shiver. "If you blabber to anyone about who I really am, I will drink you dry? "

That didn't sound like an empty threat.

"I'm always hungry."

Calia started sweating droplets, though Eris's mouth was next to her neck, and her eyes were lodged on her cock.

Calia spoke up. "H-How am I going to fix this?"

Eris, narrowed her eyes, her own composure faltering as she stared at the obscene object.

"For now, you don't" she murmured, her voice suddenly thicker and slower. "The book you used, it's really old, it was my master's, she's not around anymore. I'm afraid, in order to remove your ailment you'll have to master the contents of the book, as I understand it, which can take years."

Oh no no no no.

There was a pause. A cruel smirk. "I could always request that you be expelled, sent you back home. Let the Argetums figure it out, see how they react."

Calia shifted in the chair, bouncing about, her cock flopping around.

"Please, anything but that, I need to fix this, or it'll be the end of me."

Her head was spinning. If Arabella discovered this, she was beyond fucked. The things the woman had to do to get what she wanted. Was severe, she couldn't stomach a medical castration nor did she think last of the line piggy prince, would be happy with her girl cock.

"It's not exactly my problem, explain to me atleast, why you stumbled in here, and be honest." She lifted Calia's chin, her eyes hypnotic as she gazed into Calia.

Like a spell cast on her mind. Calia flickers out the truth. There was a small flicker of resistance, but then she folded "I... I developed a small crush on you when I saw you. Something drew you to me. My... Illness. [Lilith kiss] I need constant sexual satisfaction to maintain it--"

Eris held up her hand. "That explains alot, I was informed that a student here would be plagued by it, though I wouldn't have guess it was you. You did... act strangely in the class, peeking with your [Mana sense] I thought it was particularly inappropriate. A descended of Lilith under my nose."

"Lilith?" Calia asked.

"You don't know, do you? You do know you are adopted right?" Eris asked bewildered.

Calia nodded. She knew that much, she did not where she came from.

"Do you know where you're original family is from."

Calia shook her head, Arabella had told her it was some obscured noble family, that were purged during the civil war. All her memories had been hazy and yet she was a bit too old to forget such simple memories. The faces of her real parents were a blur like they had been altered.

"No matter, we can discuss the later." Eris snapped her fingers, sparking light. Calia shook. "Finish explaining you're reasons for trespassing, now before I let the entire academy gaze upon your cock."

She shuddered but resumed.

"I followed you to this room, the way you walked it was alluring, I was curious, and then you vanished." Eris clicked her tongue in disapproval, looking annoyed. "Then when you left, the book, I saw it, it drew me to it, calling out to me. I knew I had to touch, I thought it would give me--"

"Power, knowledge, wisdom, an advantage above you're peers, a weapon perhaps," Eris interjected. "How Juvenile, You're unable to control Lilith's curse, and now you ended up with a second one. Honestly, you're hopeless. What will I do with you?"

Calia considered, crying, but she wasn't the type to leak her tears out without a shred of privacy, here she had none.

Eris knelt suddenly, settling on her knees, staring at the cock with amazement. She looked up at Calia licking her lips. "Tell me, Calia," she dropped the upper half of her velvet dress, revealing her perfectly round and delicious tits. Her cock jumped again. "How does this make you feel? What do you desire?"

What did she feel? Lots of things, a desire, disgust. Fear of the future. Arousal.

"I... I want to touch you."

Eris held out her ears. "What's that I can't hear you."

"I want to fuck you, Ms. Eris." she started humping the air, wiggling her hips, her rigid cock thrusting up and down, stiff again.

Why did I do that?

Eris chuckled at the response, her smile became seductive. "Interesting," she mused.

Eris's slender fingers touched her length, delicately flicking it around. A soft welp escape from Calia.

"Hmm," Eris murmured thoughtfully, "quite reactive, isn't it?"

Then Eris gripped it carelessly, slowly prodding her meatstick, watching as it jerked up and throbbed in response. Her hands became firmer, and she squeezed harder as she moved it like a piston.

"Ah," Calia moaned aloud.

"It feels good doesn't it," Eris said.

Calia nodded, biting her lip.

"I've never had the opportunity to have one of you at my disposal," she purred, her hands continuing her exploration.

"One of you? Calia asked, forcing out the words... "You've met more..."

"That's my... secret for now."

Calia couldn't really comprehend what she was feeling, but she was enjoying it. Her stroke intensified, and Calia could feel something building.

"Such a naughty girl you are. Once this is over, I am warranting you an hour-long spanking."

"Please... no," Calia quivered, humiliated and alien excitement dwelling inside her chest.

What happened to the threats of discipline, why did she suddenly lose her self-control, Her tone had become playful. Calia wanted to look away as she was stroked, but Eris's bare breasts were mesmerizing.

She couldn't meet her gaze, here she was staring into the eyes of someone older, probably much older still.

"Why are you flustered, these are the consequences of your actions, bare them with some dignity would you."

Eris let go of Calia's cock, leaving her with a feeling of being unsatisfied, her climax was reached, and yet the vampire stopped.

Then, Eris sank deeper, Her open lips parted, her lips luscious. Her mouth enveloped her tingling penis, engulfing it in wet saliva, her cold cock heating in the passion. Eris's mouth became hotter.

Calia gasped, it felt completely intense, way too forbidden, her body shook as she was bound, she wanted to pry Eris off, this was too sensitive, but her hands were bound.

As Eris's tongue went to work, so did her lengthened canines, sliding off her cock.

Eris while she didn't thirst for her blood. Was on the verge of indulging in something far more decadent.

Her cock was pulsating as her head bopped and devoured it ravenously.

Then came the unexpected, she climaxed. And a heavy torrent of thick white seed flew endlessly from her lower head.

Eris gulped it down, with an inhuman delight, her lips glistened. And when she released Calia's cock, she licked her lips clean.

"Delicious, " her lips glistened. "I could use this as a mana supplement every day."

An unhealthy image, plagued Calia's now fragile mind. She being tied up in the vampire's room, dried like old fruit, and milked until she was drained of bodily fluids.

She became exhausted and overwhelmed. Panting weakly, Eris's mouth took out more of her than she could handle.

Her swollen and sore cock, started shrinking, slowly.

As the encounter settled, Calia's mind still reeling. "What... what am I supposed to do about this?" she asked hoarsely.

Eris leaned in, tracing a finger along her jaw. "That depends," she murmured. "Do you want to make a deal? We can do this easy or hard, your choice. I've been in need of a new apprentice since my last one went missing"

Calia grimaced. [Lilith's kiss] had quelled. But her life was about to take a turn.

1.14 -- Pact

Calia sat slumped and overwhelmed against the chair. Her mind was still jumbled by what had occurred earlier. She'd touch a magical tome one moment, sent off dreaming. She woke up with a new additional body part, a magical penis. Then her magical instructor had sucked her off.

"A deal?" she asked finicky. "What deal!?

"Calm down. It's way too late to panic." Eris's face was impassive, but she was easily amused. "Tell me, did you enjoy it?"

Calia stammered. "W-well I did, b-but, you got to help me here. I can't be seen like this."

"What you've been assailed with, is a high-level spell of 11th grade to be fact." She sat crossed legs on the floor, her plump round breasts bouncing as she moved about. "Transfiguration school, it's called [Lance of Lust] to be exact, and it's so much more than transfiguration."

Calia fidgets with her thighs, her cock flopping about. The sensation of it, the skin that pulled back, it was frightening. "I don't care, how do I get rid of it."

"Usually [Dispel] would have put an end to it, and I've already tried that option, whilst you were taking a magical trip to who knows where. Unfortunately, in many such related cases, you're plagued with it, until you master the grimoire itself. "

"You mean I'm going to be stuck like this?" her mouth fell.

Eris nodded. "It's now tied to your soul. So Until you learn to control it, then yes, only then can you dispel it."

Calia quivered.

"Tell me, Calia, what exactly did I hope to gain here?"

Should she be honest? What if Eris couldn't be trusted? "I need something, anything, I'm being forced into an arranged marriage I don't want that, I thought, if I could become more powerful I'd... that the grimoire would." she sighed.

"You seek freedom, an admirable goal, a woman should know her worth, however, what are you willing to sacrifice to escape the chains of the Argentum family"

She approached, Calia, her hands trailing all over her body.

"Option A: I leave you in the hands of the academy. The other students would most certainly find out. The academy will want to keep its hands clean and send you back to your estate. I get a little slap on the wrist, as the ownership of the book belongs to me."

Calia shook her head. It was certain doom for her. Arabella did not like magic in the slightest, it's why they had a resident templar, just in case, a mage caused chaos. She could see herself entrapped or being laid plaid at the mercy of her adopted mother.

"Option B: You become my assistant, my apprentice so to speak, bound yourself to me by the way of a pact, I'll ensure... that you're protected, but like any master and student, we'd be tied together. Sometimes we would be working together."

Calia stiffened her fists under the bonded rope. She didn't want to be tied to one person or place-- she sought liberation.

Eris leaned forward, her voice was soft as silk. "Think, You're in no position to refuse it. Two years maximum. I can even pull some strings, maybe, keep you away from them. But you have to make a choice now."

It wasn't much of a choice. But it was better than being a freak.

"Ok," Calia said.

It wasn't much of a defeat, but it was an unknown path. She'd be close to a bloodsucker, constantly, one who thought her magic dick tasted good.

"You need to be more firm, you're words hold more weight than you think. Say it with certainty."

"Yes... I'll join you in a pact..."

Eris's expression changed. "Good." she stepped forward, unbinding Ilse from the ropes, and helping her to her feet. Then she stripped her own clothes away, her velvet dress, kicking off her heels. Revealing her bare naked self--Calia's stares breathless.

Her body was like a painted canvas, her skin pale like porcelain, and her plump breasts round and ample. Her nipples looked absolutely savory to suck on. Her hips flared as she turned, a literal unholy bosom.

Calia had a surge of jealousy morphing inside her. She wanted a body Like Eris had. And she wanted to touch and taste her all over her skin.

Her hands drifted towards her crotch, and she started touching herself, semi-consciously. Curious about what it was like to jerk oneself off.

She'd only played with Arabella's concubine cocks for her 'marital training.'

Eris didn't seem to mind. But she frowned as she retrieved a piece of chalk, and then she drew a huge octogram on the wooden floor.

"Place your hands in the circle," she commanded. Calia complied swiftly, her cock dangling as she sat down. Magic hummed in response to her presence. The drawn-out symbol flickers like a beacon.

"This binding is more than magic Calia--it is a vow. Socially, morally, sexually. Do you accept it?"

Calia hesitates, eyes flickering with uncertainty. "What... exactly does this entail?"

Eris shifted her head. "Submission. Devotion. And in time--power."

She took a deep breath. This was going to turn her life upside down. In more ways than one, she stared at her twitching penis?

What other choice do I have?

"I do."

Eris stepped forward, pressing her body into Calia's. Calia was reluctant and shy, as their breasts touched.

"Closer. We must make full contact."

Then she gasps as Eris takes her face, in her delicate hands, tilting her chin upward- she kissed her on the lips. It was intoxicating, the embrace. Eris's tongue found hers and tangled their saliva mixing, and then something dark surged inside Calia.

Her cock stiffened again, painfully, as the magic took hold.

Eris pulled back, the saliva dripping from her lips. There was a wicked look in her eyes. She started whispering. "Now, I want you to fuck me with your cock. It's the only way you'll master your "curse".

"What!?"

"Fuck me hard, you know you want to."

Calia bit her lip.

She gave in, as Eris Sultry's voice leaned against her ear. Biting it softly, her sharpness making her ear sting slightly, she nibbles on her ears, licking inside.

Then she bared her fangs, tongue licking down her face and unto her neck, sinking them into the side of her throat--She claimed her blood.

Calia blinked. She was deriving sexual pleasure from this, feeding her vampiric tutor. Her shaft grew again, it touched Eris's soft belly, and Calia started sliding it against her stomach. Eris bore it without complaints.

1.15 -- Bonding ❤︎‬‪‪❤︎‬‪‪❤︎

Eris's fangs were lodged deep in Calia's neck, she was drinking from her slowly, but greedily in joy. Calia felt her mana flee from her body in pulsating waves. Her beat had started pacing with every draw.

Her cock was stuck to her stomach, Calia thrust her phallic pump against her belly, she couldn't help it. She was desperate for a sense of friction, but she found none.

Eris welcomes her awkwardly positioned humps. She didn't mind her frantic exertions against her body. Her focus was on her neck, leisurely feasting on Calia's blood.

She thought that Eris might have drawn too much but was too afraid to ask her to pull back, leaving her at her mercy.

Her thighs started twitching involuntarily, she didn't know how long she could hold it, her fingers started touching Eris's breast, squeezing them, poking her nipples.

Then Eris, finally pulled back, flicking her tongue across a bite mark, the wound sealed.

The act was possessive, teasing even. Calia shuddered as Eris stepped back a few steps. It left Calia slightly lightheaded and unbearably wrong.

A disturbing thought ran out in her mind, what if Eris had just turned her into a vampire, that would suck ass.

"You didn't turn me, did you?"

"Don't be ridiculous Calia," she licked her lips. "You taste delicious but you are unworthy."

Calia looked away, her cheeks burning. The realization that she was going to be engaging in sex with a stranger disgusted her and aroused her at the same time. Much less one of the academy instructors.

"Now, are you ready..."

Calia nodded. Her arousal was reaching and unmistakable - her cock was erect, standing at its peak. The urge to push it in somewhere, anywhere, a hole, a mouth. Her tip throbbed with hypersensitivity, and pulling the skin back for the first time felt so strange.

Eris pushed Calia onto the wooden floor and onto her back. She stared at her instructor, in her full adornment. Her voluptuous bare figure, her dark wavy hair, that defied gravity at the base of her neck, and her glossy full lips.

Some part of her wanted to pull away, this was a queer situation, but her body betrayed her at the roots. Something inside of her shifted restlessly.

Eris took control. She descended on Calia's, dormant body. Her pussy slid over Calia's trembling cock. The penetration started slow, then went deeper. It was a foreign sensation, one she'd never felt with a vagina.

She was inside Eris, and her cock took her in. A jolt of magic surged through her cock and into her chest.

Eris started pacing herself, she gripped Calia's hands holding her down as she was slowly riding her cock. With slow sounds. Calia found herself groaning very, she pulled away from Eris's hands, her arms finding themselves around her delicate waist. Wet slapping sounds fill the room, the tempo.

Eris bit her lip. "Ahnnn. I hit the jackpot with you, didn't I." she gazed into her eyes.

Calia averted her gaze, focused on her round breasts bouncing and swaying with every downward bounce onto her cock, the increasing force of Eris's hips, put her on the edge. Calia became overwhelmed. It was still hard to control it. Sex with a penis was foreign and strange. She couldn't hold it for long.

"Hmmm, does this turn you, you're going to treat me like a cum bucket in a moment?"

Eris began moaning wildly, her raw moans, were incredibly sexy to Calia, she never could have imagined coming here would have her be cockridden by a vampire.

Calia joined her in moaning as her pent-up pleasure erupted into pleasure. An orgasm crashes over her. Calia's body tightened, she snapped and buzzed, like a motor. Her vision blurted as she spilled inside Eris, the sensation completely strange.

Something was wrong, the ejaculation wouldn't stop, and her cock stuck tightly to the vampire. Eris kept riding on her sliding herself in and out with a heavy this. Her body burned with arousal, her cock refusing to settle.

Eris settled, then stopped her cock assault, she quivered. She found her own orgasm and then pulled out, standing over Calia, her pussy in full view from below. Wet dripping juice, fell on Calia's face, and she savored it.

A sharp electric charge filled the air-- Magic swirled about, without course or direction, unseeable, but felt. A tangible force, from all sides.

Then she felt an agonizing sear-- in a swift moment, a grotesque symbol was seared into her skin. Branding her, it sunk into her skin. Leaving only behind a hot mark. That faded out.

Eris bared her mark without pain or thought. The mark pulsed, with an otherworldly energy. It synchronized her energy with Eris. For now, she was truly bound to her master'

Eris toyed with her pleasure. "It is done. Now, shall we leave."

"We," Calia said in surprise.

Calia's limp cock rose again. Eris's words turn seductive as she speaks with a low tone. "Still unsatisfied? She teased, hanging heavy.

"I can't control it, it just wants more and more."

Eris fell on all fours, her legged spread open, her body thick sweat as she leaned forward, she presented herself, stretching further and further.

"Then finish it," she murmured, taunting Calia.

"You must find a way if you want to continue presenting yourself in public."

Of course she knew that, still she regretted opening the book she wishes she could just wish it away.

Calia hesitates, and then she feels shame flare in her. She really wanted to protest the fact that she couldn't control this magical libido--but she found herself grasping Eris's ass from behind, mischievous naughty excitement, and she starts slapping Eris's butt, left and right, as her cheeks bounced along.

"Watch it!" Eris shouted. Face red and flustered.

"I-I'm sorry, I got carried away.." she giggled.

"Well what are you waiting for, I have two classes to teach tomorrow!"

Right. It's totally ethical Calia, you've just been cursed and the nice vampire lady is helping you fix it. She totally just didn't drink your blood for no reason.

She pushed her throbbing cock inside, slowly-- aligning herself, Eris's shifted and Calia pressed forward, as she slid into her tight pussy.

It started with a rough rhythm--awkward, but after the first thrust, Calia became desperate, her hips moving forward with excitement, she gripped Eri's waist as she lost herself in the primordial rhythm.

Eris started moaning beneath her. Her sharp nails dug into the wooden floor of the room, she shook, as she threw herself back against Calia's unrelenting thrusts.

Calia's pleasure turned into a sexual frenzy-- She started shameless moaning as she fucked her magical instructor, hips snapping to and fro, her cock twitching inside Eri's spasming crotch. It was too hard to resist.

Creak.

Eris gasped.

Calia's cock was getting bigger, it made even tighter.

"Cum already, It's gonna hurt me from the inside out!"

"Ahn..."

"Ah..."

"Ahmm."

Calia reached her peak, this time however it was overwhelming. She came, her body balls emptying into the night seductress. She forced herself to thrust one more time, and she broke completely. Her white liquid seed tore into and spilled inside Eris's body, she shook violently.

Darkness took over, and her vision blurred, Calia's mind went blank.

Her last thought was of the horror and the twisted satisfaction she got from this.

2.01 -- You're finally awake

Calia woke up disoriented and dazed, she found herself in an unknown room it smelled of rich floral scented and something metallic like--iron, blood? Maybe?

A semi-lucid thought crossed her mind: Did she dream all that? Was she still dreaming? She had to be, where she could have been. She was sure, she was in the dorm and then she--

Reality sunk like a ship without buoyancy, her neck was awfully sore, and she felt anemic, weak like she was missing something vital.

Oh no!

She lay naked. She stared at her waist, The cock that grew out of her, was still there, shrunk to about four inches, her body ached, with soreness all over, like it's been overused in a way she couldn't grasp. Her breasts felt unnaturally heavy, they moved uncomfortably between the bedsheets.

Her cock was sore like she had cum too much, even touching it felt exhausting.

The room she was in, was strangely homely despite some ominous details. Blood-red curtains hid the morning light, only briefly peeking through. There were bookshelves crammed into arcane tomes, a few were suspiciously guarded with physical locks. A statue of a bird was peaking inside, at her, it felt far too alive.

This was Eris's home. It wasn't as eerie of a room, as she expected, she stared at the bed. There were signs, small signs albeit that two people had slept here.

Oh boy

Calia looked for the closest thing that resembled clothing she found a loose robe, and slippers that weren't hers, then moved. Unfortunately, it did nothing to hide, her peaking cock, the robe was too small, and she had to cover it with one hand.

The house went quiet, as she snuck through it, her footsteps echoing into innerving stillness. The old house smelled weird like old wood, some ritualistic incense and was that Garlic?

She entered a room, the dining hall she assumed, only to find Eris seated eating at a gothic table, sipping on deep red wine from a glass very thin.

Was it even wine? Could be blood.

She sat in a pale nightgown, her blackened lips and eyeliner smeared across her pale face. Her black bob, which half defied gravity at the tip of her head, was messy.

It was an almost comical sight. The dark and esoteric vampire instructor, dining on softboiled eggs and some simple pastries, even fruit.

Where were the blood, the severed hands, and all other cruel things vampires did?

Eris caught her staring, she raised her glass and her brow. "Calia," she called out voice firm. She gestures to the chair across her. Silently commanded. "Sit." Like she was a dog that had to be commanded. She sits, her cock making an awkward flop out under and against her thigh, as she sat down. Heat moved from her face. Eris looked unamused., sipping her wine like she didn't just watch a female dick bounce around.

"Yes, ma'am"

"Let us be clear, inside the academy it's Miss Eris or instructor Eris." Calia nods nervously. "In private, I expect you to call me master. Though Eris is fine except, expect a slap for it every now and then."

It was such a weird dynamic, was she just thrown into the whirlpool now, was she expected to be tied to a vampire until she left the magic school?

Calia shifted, she caught herself being overly horny again, she stared at her master's breasts, peaking through the gown.

[Levitate] Eris said.

Then Calia started floating, being lifted off from the table, she kicked and thrashed mid-air, making her gown fall off. Making her body bare again.

"Hmm, If I catch you peaking while I'm giving a lecture, I'm going to publicly humiliate you, do you understand."

"Yes, Eris, I mean master," she murmured, nervously.

"If you can't control your libido, then make a plan, it's highly inappropriate to continue to do so."

She dropped Calia to the ground making her fall with a thud.

"Ooo--!!"

Calia winced in pain, she stood up seating, a frown on her face. She stared at Eris eating, her body in desperate need of food--whatever happened last night, had drained her in more ways than one.

"Wait!" she blurted suddenly," Did you turn me into a thrall."

Eris snickered. "If I did, you wouldn't be asking."

"That's exactly what a vampire would say to trick me into thinking I'm not a thrall!"

Eris gives her an unimpressed look. "You're exhausting. I'm not allowed to make thralls or summon the undead or curse people at the academy."

That's not a no!

"No, instead you drink the blood of haplessly vulnerable individuals."

Eris looked confused. "Did you not agree, when we made the pact proclamation?

Calia looked away. "I agreed, but your details didn't come with terms."

"And yet the sex didn't bother you, no you enjoyed you lech."

Eris shook her head.

"The elf girl, she saw your transformation in real life, I told her to keep her mouth shut or else." Eris played with her wine, then asked. "Do you trust her?"

"Yes, no, I... don't know," Calia admits. "She helped me with Lilith's kiss once, it stopped until I went to read the book."

Eris hums in thought. "She knew how to ease it, which means she's not as simple as she presents herself, the next time, I summon you, bring her along will you."

"Wait, where exactly are we?"

"A few kilometers from the academy, in one of my demesne's, as is the room you found yourself in, it was warded even, so that passersby would ignore it and yet you were drawn there... because of your condition," Eris stated. "Another thing, based on your account of this elf, You've been enjoying yourself too much before proper lessons have begun. Perhaps you're in need... discipline. I promise I won't spank you too hard. "

Calia nearly chokes on her food. "Excuse me?"

"You're mine to train," Eris says smoothly. "And you've been reckless. That requires consequences. Don't sleep with everyone, it will reflect on both of us if you're secret gets out, which reminds me their are a few people I will have to tell."

"Do you have to!" Calia glares. "Also, You drained way too much of my blood you parasite.."

Eris smirks, exposing the pale curve of her neck. "Would you like some of mine in return?"

The implication is staggering. If she drank it she would almost certainly turn her into a creature of the night.

Then a sudden flutter of wings filled the room as a small bat circled the room in chaos, Calia stared with fright, bat like other vermin were repulsive creatures.

Was this another vampire?

The bat landed on Eris's arm.

"Calia this is my Familiar," Eris said casually. "Noctara, introduce yourself."

The bat shimmered and shook-- it stretched and twisted, and then a woman stood in its place. She was striking, with Silver hair, and exaggerated hips, that made Calia feel shame. She wore a maid outfit, pristine with a short skirt. Her eyes looked at Calia's naked form.

"What the fuck is that!?" she said, Staring at Calia's penis, she ducked, and peered under the table to get a good look.

Calia covered her genitals with her hand.

"How is that possible,"

Erish shrugs. "It's not your problem, Noctara, fetch or make Calia something to eat, then go bathe her.

"What!" she shouted livid. "You can't be serious, master, I can't put my hands on whatever that is, bathing is sacred, not reserved for animals.

"You like getting paid, don't you?" Eris says without looking up.

"I am still a noble. You are still a peasant. Bathe her properly. And thoroughly"

Calia, horrified, attempts to protest. "I can bathe myself, thank you very much!"

"Master, I'd do anything, but look at that... I can't touch that... phallic thing."

"It's a command!" Eris huffed. "If you want to be a full-blood vampire one, day you need to earn it, now. Do as I say, or I'll let Calia lash you with her lance of lust, on the bum."

Noctara churned like a magical steam wagon. Pissed and angry....

"What would you like to eat worm..." she said pouting, her arms crossed.

"What can may I ask for?" Calia asked. Staring at the maid from breast to heel.

"Anything you like my apprentice."

"Anything..." Calia wondered.

Noctara, threw her arms forward in defeat.

"Apprentice!" Noctara shouted. "What about-"

"We won't speak about her, now follow my instructions before I get become furious"

Noctara started kicking air.

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WIll be on hiatus for a few months. Thanks for reading.