Final Ingredient, The

Author's note: this is the finale to a trilogy of short stories, following from 'The Elusive Ingredient' and 'The Next Ingredient'. While I do not believe it is necessary to read the previous two parts to enjoy this installment, it is recommended for those looking for fuller context for these characters and setting.

I also recommend checking the tags first before deciding whether you wish to continue reading this story or not.

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It was the night before Silfr and Percy were due to graduate from their course at Ūwilazala Academy at long last. It had been a tough but insightful year for each, both becoming a great deal more skilled and erudite in the wizarding arts now compared to their inauguration day. However, rather than spending the evening making preparations for the grand ceremony that waited for them the following morrow, Silfr was instead making preparations for one final experiment that she wished to attempt whilst she still had access to the Academy's abundant resources: an experiment that would measure her months-long accumulation of acquired knowledge more than any mere exam might, and, as familiar readers might hazard an assumption, poor Percy had been dragged along in the process to provide a necessary component in such a venture.

Silfr had brought Percy to the summit of a lonely hill outwith Ūwilazala Academy's sub-universe, and some hours trek away from the university's transdimensional access point deep into rural countryside on the prime plane. Said summit was crested with the bleak, grey, roofless ruins of what was likely once a fortress or a watch tower whose name had long been forgotten from living memory, and had crumbled unattended into its current state across centuries into little more than a brick floor overrun with weeds sprouting between the cracks and the uneven remains of a half-fallen south-facing wall where creeper had free rein. Percy could spy no signs settlement in the surrounding landscape as far as his bespectacled brown eyes could perceive, and how Silfr even came to know about such a secluded spot, it was not his place to question, though she nevertheless seemed acquainted enough with it as she set about making her preparations.

Percy was not made privy to the exact nature of Silfr's latest project, although as per their prearrangement, he was compelled to come when his presence was requested, and that went doubly so on this instance as his raven-haired mistress had at least divulged she was at long last willing to reward her servant with the promise she had made him when she first harvested his virgin semen from him by hand so many months prior if he remained at her beck and call, which he had diligently done ever since. Percy McDuff was finally going to get laid.

Naturally, Percy was ecstatic at the prospect of his unflappable fealty finally about to pay off, although that did not stop him from pondering whether Silfr's word ran true after being duped by her relatively recently when he came so very close to coming to genuine intercourse with the white-skinned beauty only for her to reveal that was not the case after the matter had passed, leaving him intensely frustrated by this trickery. However, as he thought about it logically, Silfr would no longer have any immediate need for the elusive ingredient he had been providing for her potions as of this night, so perhaps she really was last going to relieve him of his chaste quality which gave said ingredients their essential character, and yet he knew full well from the very fact that he had been brought all the way out to such a reclusive site meant that Silfr had some undisclosed use for him yet.

Indeed, while Silfr planned no subversion on her guarantee, it was underlined with an ulterior motive, and perhaps if Percy knew outright what that was, even he would not be quite so keen to have come along with her regardless of whether his cherry would be popped from it or not. For tonight, Silfr was daring to cross a line few mortals would ever consider: the summoning of an unearthly entity embodying the very concept of evil itself, and binding it to the physical world. In layman's terms, Silfr was attempting to conjure a daemon.

The conjuring of daemons, as one could imagine, is a practice considered taboo even within the eccentric wizarding community. Bringing a manifestation of sin into the mortal realm even intentionally oft leads only to disaster for those insufficient at keeping such powers in check. However, if properly and carefully kept in check, a daemon could prove to be a powerful tool for either good or ill. Of course, any tool - especially a dangerous one - requires a skilled user to control and make the most of, and Silfr believed herself perfectly capable when it came to handling such devilish, potentially deadly dealings. It was certainly not a subject ever taught in a relatively conservative institution as Ūwilazala was, although tomes on the topic could be acquired with relative ease from outside dealers of dubious legitimacy, and Silfr had gathered several during her stay at the Academy which leafed through at any opportunity she could get between her regular studies, though it was only as of late where she believed she had reached a sufficient stage to put what she had reviewed into practical application.

Although most first-time daemon summoners would play things relatively safe and start out by summoning entities of lesser grade such as imps or hellhounds, Silfr wished not to waste time with the elementary and paltry, seeing her own spellcasting abilities significantly above the level of that of the average mage even if she still was technically an undergraduate. Instead, she was about to jump straight into attempting to invoke the most powerful class of daemon as was possible with her current powers: a cubus (plural: cubi). For a brief overview for the uninitiated, cubi are daemons which are the embodiments of pure desire and lust, inspiring reckless hedonism and self-destructive obsessions in mortals, and are split into two distinct 'genders': the masculine incubi and the feminine succubi, although some scholars argue these terms are rather arbitrary, for gender as we mortals understand it cannot be so readily applied to beings as fluid and abstract as daemons.

Whatever the case, the summoning of spirits - whether they be daemons, phantoms or faeries - often requires at least one offering and/or act tying into the the spirit's given nature as part of the ritual needed to bring them forth, and as is the case in the conjuring of a cubus, one of those vital, befitting elements that must be performed is the very act of intercourse itself - or more specifically, the mutual orgasm that comes from the conclusion of such a union - performed in proximity of a summoning circle. This was where hapless Percy was to come into play, otherwise Silfr would have been perfectly content to carry out the rites by herself. Any male would have done just as well whether virgin or otherwise, but Silfr found it far more simple on short notice to bring along one she already built up a rapport with and whom she already knew would know better than to pester her with too many questions as to the nature of her enterprise. And besides all that, any witch worth their sulphur knew when to suitably reward their minions for their services rendered if they still wished to command their continued loyalty.

It had already reached dusk by the time the two arrived at the nameless ruins, and night was fully settled by the time Silfr had completed the preliminary preparations. She had done so entirely on her own, which Percy was quite surprised by, as normally he would at least be assisting Silfr with menial work like that (if not outright ordered to carry out all the labour himself), though the raven-haired witch insisted the male remained idle to one side even after he willingly offered to lend a hand, if only to do something to help take his mind off the nervous anxiety plaguing his thoughts that came from knowing he was about to have sex for the first time yet kept in suspense over when exactly the dirty deed was to be done. How being properly intimate with Silfr would actually go was something Percy had oft imagined ever since their initial encounter some six months ago, and yet for all that fantasising, he could scarcely believe doing the real thing was only a short while away, and still he did not feel quite ready, with his biggest concern - aside from what it might feel like - being whether he would even do the things that needed to be done during it all in the right way.

In all fairness, what Silfr was doing at the moment really was well outside Percy's sphere of knowledge, and for a ritual as delicate as daemon summoning, she had no intention of leaving finer details in the hands of somebody who could easily botch the whole thing up with one misplaced scribble. With the most careful of care, she drew out an inverted (relative to the north) five-pointed star of perfect, symmetrical proportions within a circle approximately nine feet in diameter, which was then further surrounded by a secondary circle about another foot wider than the previous. In the space between the two circles, esoteric glyphs with meanings beyond Percy's personal ken were then painstakingly delineated about the entire circumference. Silfr did not even permit her servant to light the blood-red candles or sticks of incense that were then placed exactly where the five points of the star contacted the inner circle. Percy was especially lost once Silfr started reciting verses in a very inhuman language unlike any magic spell he had heard before, all whilst making wild gesticulations with her hands and fingers over the magic circle as she was stood by its bottommost point.

While he did at least recognise what Silfr had rendered was a magic circle and understood its function as a focal point for magical powers, that focal point could have a wide variety of uses from warding to warping to aiding in meditation or rejuvenation, and he was unable to determine exactly what the use of this one may be as the configuration of this particular example was unfamiliar to him. Silfr has stipulated that Percy was not to inquire anything in regards to the ritual's specific purpose lest he forfeited the role he was to play in it, and while he was wary as to why Silfr was so reticent and had a hunch her aims were not wholly benign, he trusted her and her expertise enough so whatever her intent, neither of them would come to harm... he hoped.

Eventually, the necessary incantations had all been cantillated and the necessary formulae had all been laid out. All that remained to carry out was the catalyst that would - in theory - draw the cubus into the material dimension like a magnet, with the magic circle acting a connector of sorts between here and its native dimension. Silfr informed Percy that now was the time she had need of him, and ordered her servant to strip himself entirely of his clothing as she started to do the same. Percy perked up upon suddenly being addressed, taken quite aback that now of all times seemed to be when they were about to couple, fully expecting for it to have happened after whatever it was they were even doing, but still he hopped to following her instruction without complaint and with hardly any hesitation; a far cry from the shy boy he had been only half a year prior. While hardly being anything new for him at this point. the excitement Percy derived from seeing Silfr's lissom, alabaster figure in the nude remained just as strong as it had always been, but in tonight's context, that excitement was only enhanced.

Fortunately, Silfr had chosen a clear, temperate night to conduct her ceremony, with no wind, rain or even clouds in the sky as the natural moon (as opposed to Uwilizala's artificial satellite) shone full and bright in all its radiant, silvery splendour down upon their youthful, au naturel bodies, providing them with sufficient illumination in addition to the burning candles, which were otherwise the sole source of manmade light for what must have been miles around, turning the ruins into a tiny island of orangish radiance amongst a sea of pitch darkness to any outside observer. Although even with that in mind, Percy still did feel somewhat self-conscious about undressing out of doors despite knowing the vast unlikelihood of any soul - Silfr aside - catching sight of him here unclothed, unless one was to count the occasional owl passing overhead, but after being made to walk bollock naked through the college corridors afters lights-out only just the other week, the lonely hilltop hardly seemed like anything at all in comparison.

Once she was disrobed, Silfr sat down directly afore the circle, partially bathed in the radiance from the candles that gave her pale flesh a sinister glow with strong shadows cast across her pretty - though angular - countenance which did not convey the discomfort the cold stone floor would have given anybody with their bare backside upon it. The Snjórlander leaned back, resting on the palms of her hands while she kept her knees arched but feet flat on the floor, her thighs parted to present her female sex in full, unobstructed view towards Percy, evidently expecting for him to be one to approach her in this instance rather than the inverse which was the norm for how they had been conducting things up until this point.

"Prepare me, McDuff." Silfr then commanded her assistant as if it was not apparent enough she expected him to take the initiative, though for an agitated novice as Percy was, it indeed was not. Even though while he stood there wearing naught except his spectacles with his four inch erection already at full mast and standing by for action at a moment's notice, he stood stock still at a genuine loss for what measures Silfr was apparently awaiting for him to take after having relied on Silfr all this time to take the lead, and his heart sank in his chest as he dreaded what he felt was necessary to ask next:

"C-come again...?" He stammered out.

"Must I guide thou on every minute aspect even still?" Silfr was prompt to respond. Although her tone was cool and collected as usual, her intended chiding still came across plain as day, precisely to Percy's expectation. He thought he would have been used to it by now, though they still felt like a stab to his stomach, and the verbal dagger was further twisted as she went on to add: "Virgin though thou art, surely thou hast heard of the concept of 'foreplay', yea?" Poor Percy. He was not unintelligent, just unversed. "If we art indeed to conduct coitus, then I require to be readied, and that shalt be achieved all the more exponentially via your assistance. Unlike thyself, I do not become forthwith excited at slightest sight of naked flesh alone. Surely thou hath perused an account of cunnilingus in the pages of a pornographic periodical purchased for tuppence at some point? Or perhaps thou understands it only in the vulgar vernacular of 'eating one out'? I shalt repeat myself once more, McDuff, but do not make me state thrice: prepare me."

Percy swallowed nervously while Silfr went silent, waiting for him to make his first move on something he had not a single idea of how to start going about. If instruction manuals for this sort of thing were published, then they were not readily available enough, the virgin thought. Silfr was actually not too far off from what she had said, as the closest thing to a handbook on the topic Percy had come across were the issues of Tarts Bimonthly his father kept stashed away at the bottom of a sock drawer that Percy would sneak peeks at every opportunity throughout his adolescence. He supposed those erotic magazines were just about as good a reference point as any in the here and now, as his only alternative would be to miss out on what he had been waiting to come about for so long.

Percy started to approach Silfr, albeit gingerly, conscious of every shuffle his feet made, and his nerves were not helped by the manner in which his mistress unwaveringly stared at him all the while with her unsmiling face and cold eyes. Once he was near enough, Percy lowered himself onto his knees, discovering the floor to be just as uncomfortable against them as he speculated, though voiced no complaint as he next started to bend his upper body over, lowering his face down into the space between her open legs. Percy had seen Silfr's pussy plenty of times prior to the present, although never this near before, and the clinical illustrations of female anatomy he had seen in medical textbooks were hardly comparable to scrutinising the real thing up close.

The labia minora did look somewhat strange to him when examined at this short distance, although perhaps that was only because he was not used to the sight, which he was not reviled by by any means, far from it, but moreso fascinated by the folds in a semi-academic sense, giving him an intense desire to prod around them with his fingers first to see how they might react as well as gain a sense of what they might feel like to touch before applying his mouth, although he could sense Silfr's eyes burning a hole in the top of his head, he doubted she would approve of such pussyfooting around her pussy. Percy was expecting to find the slit at least a little bit moist before he started anything, but the witch's privates appeared to be just as dry as the rest of her was, but this would soon be rectified in any case.

Percy inched his face closer and closer to the vagina, unaware of how heavy his anxious breathing had become through his slightly open mouth, which Silfr would no doubt feel the warmth of blowing gently against her privates which even she could not deny felt rather pleasant, though did not state. Once he was within smooching distance, Percy then licked his lips as if wetting them beforehand would improve his performance before carefully sticking his tongue out and using its very tip to touch the thin cleft which separated Silfr's lower lips. From there, Percy then slowly moved his lingual muscle up along to the very top of the slit before then working his way to its nadir, believing that was a sufficient enough gesture to start with as any, and tried not to dwell too deeply on how he was licking his first vagina before even having his first kiss. Percy expected the folds to have some sort of flavour as well, but he picked up on no particular taste, but it was hardly any wonder as to why considering he was just barely skimming the surface at this stage, to the extent that Silfr was speculating whether her serf was trying her patience on purpose, feeling nary a tickle from his sheepish efforts.

Percy was in dire need of some direction lest she would be spending the whole night night sat on her bare arse on the stone floor waiting to receive even the smallest of stimuli, and Silfr provided such direction both through words and actions, although the latter came first as she reached over with one hand, place it upon the back of the boy's skull before sharply pulling it back inwards faster than he even realised it was the female's own hand doing so, shoving his face deeper down between her thighs with a forcefulness that belied her bony arms, his whole mouth now making full contact with her pussy, with his nostrils against into the trimmed tuft of dark hair just above her sex, eliciting a startled exclamation from the geek that was muffled against his mistress' muff.

"Faster and deeper, McDuff." She commanded, and Percy readily complied, though his motivation mainly came from her fingers feeling somewhat threatening as they clamped onto his crown. He stuck his tongue out further, burying it within her labia to have it meet her spongy lining nestled within, and it was here that Percy was treated to the true tang of a woman's twat that was enough to give him an instant's pause, but he soon started resuming his licks, lapping at a far more moderate pace than he had been previously, enough for the vagina to start generating a salty stickiness closer to what he had initially expected from the female genitals, yet was still not quite like anything he had sampled before. It was odd, as if he were tasting such a flavour in any other context, he probably would not have enjoyed it, yet somehow from knowing this was the taste of an attractive woman incentivised him, the rate of his licks increasing all the while like it was an instinctual drive to please and possibly even impress said woman that in turn would please him. Perhaps if he had been with any other female, he would have been successful in doing just that this first time around through sheer ardour alone, but unfortunately, his first time had to be with Silfr Ståldóttir.

This was compounded when Percy did peek upwards from Silfr's pussy as if he was seeking the slimmest of praise from the frosty female - his brown puppy eyes magnified by his strong spectacles only - to be greeted by Silfr's unchanged expression louring back down at him that immediately made his focus drop back down to her crotch, and it was then and there did he realise how much more lofty a person looked when providing them with oral sex, imagine he might have appeared similar to his mistress' point of view during occasions when she had given him a blowjob. Although her vagina becoming damper, warmer and more flavoursome as he continued eating her out, indicating that he was at least gaining some biological reaction from Silfr, her expression otherwise hinted she felt nothing, leaving him to wonder whether she did this sort of thing on purpose to maintain a certain image. While Silfr was not giving praise though, she was giving guidance.

"Focus on mine clitoris more, McDuff." She said, and was tempted to add "Shouldst thou know where it is." under her breath but decided it prudent not to insult and risk turning away the only person in a many mile radius who could help her conduct this ritual, unlikely though it would have been for desperate Percy to desert her. Even without that added remark though, her disparaging, thankless attitude towards him after everything he had done and was doing for her had seemed to hit a tipping point for him, and was enough to incite a passion within the meek young man not seen ebfore, and not quite in the romantic sense. Sure, she had made him consistently cum, but it was always with that indifferent air about her which made him feel like he meant hardly anything to the white-skinned beauty, and still now this was the case even as he licked at her cunt.

He was now determined to melt Silfr's unfeeling facade in even the slightest of ways to prove to both her and himself that he was more than a mere convenience for her to make use at her leisure, and quite capable of providing pleasure to a woman just as she had had done to him. Granted, he had never performed cunnilingus at all until this very moment, but he knew he was in primary control of dictating the pace of things despite Silfr's overbearance and planned to take as much advantage of that as he could conceive. On top of that, as if to convey his conviction, Percy rapidly reached up to his own face and whipped off his glasses to avoid them getting in his way, the gesture making even Silfr raise an inquisitive eyebrow.

After his resolve was signalled, Percy pushed his face deeper against Silfr's womanhood by his own volition and markedly quickened the pace at which he worked his tongue even though he was very unused to moving that muscle around in such a continuous way, but for what he lacked in dexterity, he compensated with sheer zest. He did not really have much knowledge on what parts of a vulva would provide greater feeling when stirred than others, so he simply went for covering as much of the genital area as he possibly could with the presumption that he would eventually pass over at least one spot which could make Silfr moan. He wedged his tongue deep within her gash as much as he could manage, lolling it around in several random directions and hardly caring if he appeared foolish while doing so, soon leaving her crotch a mess of fluids between his own saliva and her juices. The taste of Silfr's pussy became all the more potent the longer he stirred it up and the stickier it was becoming, and ue even picked up on a faint feminine aroma emanating from it and captured his untiring mouth.

As per Silfr's advice, he also made especially sure not to neglect her clit after being reminded of its existence, and in spite of her unmade insult, was able to locate it just fine. He made little but quick flicks of his tongue up and down the little nub that crowned the rest of her cunt until eventually he thought he heard a hum escape from Silfr's lips, but rather than being satisfied with his aim apparently achieved, this turned out not to be enough, and only spurred him on to turn that hum into something louder.

Percy lost himself in his chase, wrapping his lips tight around Silfr's love button which brought about that slight sound in the first place, starting to suck on it in tandem with his circling tongue. In the heat of the moment, also brought his hand in to her crotch and started rubbing his digits against her folds on top of that, feeling her hot wetness firsthand on his fingertips before they found her entryway, his index finger soon slipping within, and rapidly pushing it in and out to cover as many pleasure points at once without wasting any time in savouring how it felt to finger a vagina for the first time, though gave him a preview of how her interior felt all the same: pliant but clingy, incredibly snug yet moist.

The endeavour appeared effective, as his ears continued picking up on small vocalisations being made by the only other person there: the occasional sharp exhale, a grunt or two there. He was finally making headway and he could hardly stop himself now, utterly engrossed in his self-set task, wanting to take things further still, wanting to make her cum then and there and let him clean it all up with the same mouth that caused it!

"Enough." Silfr then said as her hand was released from off Percy's head, her cold tone cutting like a icy knife through the air and into Percy's ears. This single word articulated from his mistress was enough to take the wind out of the young man's sails as he slowly started slowing himself down, being so conditioned to her command. All his previous ardour appeared to dwindle to a halt (even though he very much would have liked to continued) before he lifted his head up from Silfr's crotch, looking up at her rather submissively once more, as he waited to hear what her next order was while mixed strands of saliva and vaginal fluids still stretched between his face and her privates, briefly glinting in the candlelight before breaking away. He took a brief glance down at Silfr's cunt to see how it looked now, and it was definitely glistening far more now than before he began and slightly more spread, although he was uncertain where his spit ended and Silfr's emissions began.

"And now, McDuff, I permit thee to insert thy member within me." She said, without any alteration in her inflection like it was everyday thing to her, and meanwhile was a major milestone in Percy's young life, though her grandiose language made it sound as though she was issuing a royal edict that her subject was all too willing to follow upon hearing those words finally communicated to him, feeling as though he was about to partake in a pivotal moment in his young life. He tried his best to remain collected himself, although nervous anticipation was still readable in his face, and his excitement was all the more apparent as he fumbled to put his wonky glasses back on his face so that he could actually see what he was about to do in better clarity, though Silfr thought this a shame, finding his appearance more appealing without the eyewear.

With his spectacles back in place, Percy knelt with his upper body upright again, holding his below-average erection in his grasp as he rapidly shuffled on his knees closer to Silfr. He looked down to line up his penis with her pussy, and had to take a second to psyche himself for what he was about to do. He was half-expecting Silfr to interfere again or at least say something that would give him the crucial kick for taking that first and last step towards finally losing his virginity, yet neither came, and it was only afterwards that he speculated whether Silfr got some sort of cruel amusement from watching him squirm in hesitation, or was letting him take this at his own pace. Only he and he alone could have taken the final measure, and after winning out against his cold feet, put his prick to Silfr's wet pussy, pausing for but a second more upon contact before he applied some pressure with his pelvis and... that was that.

As unceremonious as it was, Percy was now no longer a virgin, making a very unmanly whine as he steadily sunk his inches into Silfr's carnal inlet from how wonderful the physical sensation of his cock becoming enclosed on all conceivable sides by an authentic female sex was (the first embrace of any sort Silfr had given to him), though it went doubly so due to relief he felt from finally achieving this after he had been left in suspense for months, and after having all that time to envisage how it would eventually feel, it felt surprisingly close to what he had pictured. Instantly he was able to tell how the genuine article differed from the false vagina Silfr had fooled him into cumming inside before, feeling comparatively a lot spongier, a lot stickier, a lot damper and a whole lot hotter as it encompassed his length in a warm, snug and inviting way that Percy was in no hurry to pull out from. He could have honestly been satisfied with that single push alone and be done with it all, although he still had his own promise to fulfill on his part, and regardless of the complicated feelings he might have held for Silfr even in this moment, he figured it was only fair that he saw through his part to the end, although he could hardly call it an ordeal. There were certainly worse-looking women out there he could have had his first time with, after all, even if they might have had better personalities.

So euphoric was he by his own loss of virginity that Percy had not registered whether Silfr made any noise herself or not from him putting his prick inside her, but just from that act alone, he underwent an empowering rush. The young man allowed himself a few seconds savouring it all before slowly pulling his hips back by his own accord to push them into the witch all over again at a likewise pace as the initial instance, as if to confirm the feeling that his cock had really indeed entered the vagina, and from then on, immediately accelerated the rate of his thrusts in his elation as if restraints he never knew were in place had finally been remove. Percy was eager to derive as much delight as he could as quickly as he could, and the only way he could think of how to do so was simply to fuck Silfr as fast and as hard as was possible for his scrawny physique, while that innate desire to hear her moan from his efforts also returned, his pubis coming into contact with her hard enough that claps were carried through the otherwise still outdoor air.

Indeed, now that she had something of more sutbance than a tongue in her pussy - stubby though it was - Silfr did sound slightly more vocal, although not to any notable extent to what was already described, and it was probably about as close as the first-timer was going to get to making her sing with his current level of adroitness in the love-making arts, or lack thereof. Silfr would not have remained silent in any case, for she had a need to intervene with her fellow student's control even now as it was very possible that he would make her cum well before himself even with his ungraceful technique if it was a matter of pure endurance thanks to his impressive staying power: "Pace thyself, McDuff, for it is imperative we achieve our orgasms at the same instance." Hearing this, Percy did temporarily halt and was taken halfway out of his good mood from worrying he was messing up hardly a minute into his first fuck, though he simply nodded to Silfr showing he understood and resumed, albeit at a far more moderate rate.

Occasionally, he would slip back into a pace Silfr found far too quick for comfort, and other times he would overcompensate and go far too slow for her to derive any stimulation of significance. Throughout their fucking, she gave him directions on how he should be proceeding, teaching him in a way as they went of the nuances that came to coupling with a woman, as things did not feel awkward enough for Percy, though he came around to appreciate the impromptu tutoring after the fact.

Eventually, they would find a decent middle ground of Percy pounding into her at a medium tempo while still putting as much power into his pelvic motions as was possible to provide them both with enough titillation that would - in theory - bring them both to their climaxes at approximately the same time. It was a delicate balancing act, although Percy's pace would naturally start to creep up again the more prolonged the two were connected, but at least when the young man rose a speed noticeable by Silfr, she could feel herself already on the path of cumming before long, but her foremost concern was on whether it would be at the simultaneously as her servant, to whom she made it explicit to hold back on orgasming himself as best he was able until she gave the go-ahead, which was far more easier said than done had for as exhilarated as Percy was.

"Oh, Silfr... I c-can't hold on...!" Percy whined as it was difficult to determine whether it was his eyes or his teeth that were clenched more tightly as he did everything in his willpower to hold himself back from letting his disvirgined load loose except for pausing in his motions. "P-please...!" Bullets of perspiration had formed upon his brow as it seemed like he was about to pop a vein afore long lest Silfr permitted his mitigation another way, his sore knees against the stone floor now being a distant second to this other discomfort.

"A little more, McDuff. Just a little longer..." She replied between her own breathes, although even her own silver skin was starting to sparkle slightly with sweat. "Dost thou not desire to make a woman climax during thy first time? Something not even many of the most ravishing of knights nor poets can claim?" Those mere words of rare encouragement from her directed towards Percy worked just as well as any magic spell would have and prompted the young man to go beyond doing his best, providing those few vital seconds longer necessary for Silfr to come to the cusp of cumming that her assistant had been so fiercely fighting off for the last couple of minutes now.

"Now, McDuff, now!" She then adamantly stated in a very rare example of her raising her voice beyond her typical speaking octaves, just shy of shouting if for nothing else but to ensure Percy heard her command plainly at that pivotal instant, and he certainly did need it feeling as he might not have heard anything less from how maddened his muddled mind had briefly become from fighting back his biological processes contrary to his own want for them to take their course. Hardly needing to be told twice, Percy already made his final thrust into Silfr by the time she got her first syllable out, holding himself close to the pale witch and he finally ejaculated his seed deep into the same pussy which had only just deflowered him during that same session, and triggering the pale witch it belonged to's own orgasm.

Silfr made a low groan that was already somewhat obscured by her clenched denticules, though this was entirely drowned out by Percy's own open-mouthed, wild-eyed howling which he did naught to stifle, reverberating down the hillsides and carried across the unpopulated vales. Had anybody indeed been in earshot, they might have mistaken the young man's climatic cry for the lamentations of a mournful spectre haunting the hilltop. Regardless, Percy could hardly be concerned with that sort of thing as he held his naked body against Silfr's, keeping his whole cock inside her unprotected womanhood as he shot out the rest of his seed, feeling the female's quivering interior massage his member to goad out even more of his essence, and it was precisely because of this that Silfr had made certain to ingest a contraception potion beforehand that would negate any risk of pregnancy for the next twenty-four hours, ensuring there was zero chance she would be left carrying this nerd's child.

The two were awash with the apex of physical delight, though Percy's was far more overt compared to Silfr's. He could really and hardly believe he had had sex for the very first time, with a beautiful woman who he had made cum no less! He was overcome with a sense of prideful accomplishment that even his excellent exam scores could hardly compare with providing, and in that moment felt as though he could have conquered just about any challenge that could have possibly came his way... however, his surge of elated confidence could not be fully savoured for long.

Whilst still in the midst of his throes of his climax, Percy's eyes were met with a blinding light of utter white which flashed directly ahead of where he was looking in that moment: in the direction of the magic circle. The glare had left Percy dazzled only for a second, and was accompanied by the sharp sound of a crack not unlike that of a whip being flicked as though the very air had been rent for just an instant, although he could not see exactly what had caused it. When the bespectacled boy's vision returned, it was just in time to see a cloud of deep mauve smoke which had manifested within the magic circle which seemed to give off a repugnant whiff of brimstone, though this was quick to dissipate, and when it did, something now stood in its place.

The summoning had been a success.

II

Percy was dumbstruck into gawping astonishment over the otherworldly being which had been brought before them across incomprehensible interspace. Even in the mystic halls of Ūwilazala Academy, conjuring entities of this calibre was not an everyday occurrence and such ceremonies were typically reserved only for the more advanced postgraduate courses, and even then (as mentioned earlier), the summoning of daemons specifically was still expressly forbidden to all the university's students, so one could imagine the further shock as even Percy could identify all the hallmarks matching what he had studied in texts regarding denizens of Hell on the being before, making him realising in an instant that Silfr had indeed trespassed upon that interdicted boundary, and he had been an unwilling participant in it in his single-minded pursuit of sex, Even just from being within the presence of that daemon, Percy felt frightened as an aura of absolute wickedness emanated from it, and he could only prayed Silfr knew what she was doing from hereon. With all that said though, Percy was in awe not just at the daemon's mere being there, but also how something that was evil incarnate in physical flesh could appear so beautiful...

The daemon took the basic shape of a humanoid, although that was more or less where anything human about it began and ended. Percy did not think a daemon would actually have resembled a human even to that peripheral extent, although did recall reading somewhere how mortal minds oft perceived extraplanar entities in a manner that could be more easily comprehended by their linear understanding. From an earthly perspective, the daemon's skin was a deep blue pigmentation that almost camouflaged into the clear night sky itself, although was a little more vibrant than that, especially when within the glow of the candles which surrounded it. From its head streamed luxurious straight tresses of dark purple hue all the way down to the small of its back. Far more striking than either of those however, where the large bat-like wings which protruded from its shoulder blades with leathern membranes matching the colour of its hair, shown in all their unfurled, infernal majesty when the daemon first appeared, although they were quickly folded inwards behind its back, but still on display was the long, thin, smooth tail of likewise colour to his flesh extending just shy of where his long locks terminated, swishing around as if it had a consciousness of its own and terminated in a heart-shaped point. Of course, two ebon horns also prominently protruded from the daemon's brow, curving sharply upwards for about half a foot before they tapered into painful points.

Not counting these onyx antlers though, the daemon was otherwise of a medium height similar to Percy and Silfr, as well as comparably slim of limb and body, though in a way that was far more healthily toned unlike our two scragglier protagonists, which could be plainly seen from the severe lack of clothing which it wore. In fact, the only attire on its person aside from the opulent bangles of gold banded around its wrists, ankles and neck was a loincloth fashioned from some sort of pink, gossamer, translucent material that hung about its waist all the way down to its knees and provided the most minor amount of modesty.

Although daemons were effectively ageless as well, his outward appearance was the equivalent of a youthful adult within the same age range as the two technically trainee wizards, and featuring a fetching face of unsettlingly perfect symmetry as though every single one of its facets was hand-moulded by a master artisan and consciously put in its place in perfect proportion to the rest, all in service for appearing as the absolute epitome of attractiveness while striking the precise middle ground between chiselled masculinity and soft femininity.

Additionally, the daemon possessed a delicate nose, a natural darkening around its eyelids and a pair of pronounced lips (the sort that made anybody's first thought upon seeing them be how they would feel against their own) which appeared to have a slight gloss to their surface all compounding to its overall allure. In fact, it was its rather androgynous aspect that had caused Percy to even start admiring their appearance in the first place, for it was only after gleaming that initial impression and upon a slightly closer scrutiny did it dawn on the hazel-eyed magician that he had in fact been enchanted by another man!

I should specify that Percy did not harbour any interest in the same sex in that sort of way in the slightest... that said, he could not help his eyes to wander downwards between the daemon's legs, although could hardly be blamed as the appendage hanging freely within that space was difficult to ignore even as it was hidden away in silhouette behind that pink veil which scarcely passed for a garment, and an imposing sight for the brown-haired human it was too for it looked to be slightly longer dangling flaccid than his own member was when full erect, further knocking the confidence he had gained from just having sex for the first time down another few pegs.

Silfr, meanwhile, could not be more composed, and why should she not? The ritual had gone exactly as she had intended, and was just as satisfied to see it through as she had been from being freshly shagged. She separated from Percy, leaving him to quake on the floor. As far was she was concerned, his part to play in all this had concluded and he could conduct himself as he pleased short of preventing her from making contact with the daemon, whether that was to cower all the way back to the comfort of his dorm and dismiss the night's events as but a bad, wet dream, or to bare witness to the diabolic forces she was just moments away from wielding, it mattered little to her. She stood back up straight and faced the daemon directly, identifying it to indeed be one of the cubus class, and specifically an incubus if she were to use the more traditional gendered distinctions.

"Daemon." She addressed the Incubus, and the Incubus - expressionless as Silfr was - turned his amber eyes - large, vibrant, with pronounced lashes and unnaturally bright in contrast from both the surrounding night and natural shadow around his orbits - upon the naked witch like two lamps gazing out of the gloom. "Know me as she who hath carried out the profane sacraments bringing thee into this mortal plane, and by those same sacraments do I compel thee to mine bidding. I name thee 'cubus', and thou shalt obey." She proclaimed, complete with a sweeping motion of her arm before pointing a dooming finger directly at the daemon, who seemingly in response, suddenly recoiled along with a brief groan as if in pain before abruptly dropping onto one knee with his head bowed like he was suddenly assailed by a thousand unseen ropes all lashing onto him from the floor and pulling him down towards it, appearing as though he was now meekly genuflecting before Silfr. A deafening quiet then fell upon the ruins that was then broken a few moments later by Percy, still trembling.

"Is... is it safe...?" Was the only thing he could ask in the moment as he looked at the Incubus now still and unresponsive like a statue.

"Perfectly." Silfr replied after lowering her finger with a relaxed professionalism without even glancing in his direction. "There is a power in names, McDuff, and by knowing a daemon's name can one easily exert their influence. It's quite elementary, but social norms prevent the masses from taking advantage of such obtainable power." As inconsequential as she saw Percy's continued presence, she did quite enjoy having somebody still there to elucidate her knowledge to. Percy felt relieved as he was told this, although what exactly Silfr was planning to do with this power was separate concern, and it looked as though he was about to find out what task the enslave evil spirit was about to receive when the white-skinned witch then stepped into the circle to approach the apparently subdued daemon, yet no sooner than once she was within within an arms reach of the Incubus did the daemon suddenly set upon her!

"Yeah, no. Not happening, girlie." The Incubus then spoke for the first time, grinning with a display of sharp, pearly white teeth as he seized Silfr by the elbows within the clutches of his black-clawed fingers. It was such a suddenly alarming transformation in demeanour that the surpise from it made Percy let out a sharp gasp as he stumbled in his recoiling panic, falling straight onto his rear end.

"Damn!" Silfr cursed as her features took on a scowl that Percy had never seen her wear before as she realised all too late how the daemon had only feigned being weakened, meaning that the ceremony had not been carried out as resoundingly as she had assumed, much to her own surprise. "Where did I go wrong? Did I fail to carry an integer correctly?"

"Wrong? Where did you go right?" The Incubus mocked her aloud, catching her quite off-guard. "First off, that thing about names might be true, but only for our individual names, and we daemons do not so easily deal those out. Honestly, that's like if I went about acting like all mortals were literally just named 'Mortal'. How stupid can you get? On top of that, no silver chains to bind me? No protective charms? Not even some honest-to-wickedness salt to keep me at bay? I'm almost offended at how easily you thought you could take me! Not to mention amazed how you even were able to fumble your way through calling me here in the first place with your amateur antics. Oh, and just for the record, it's common courtesy to contact a daemon first before you start plucking us out of our homes as you please. That's just bloody rude! Don't you know I was in the middle of something there?"

Silfr was gobsmacked into silence after withstanding that tirade. Never before had she ever met anybody who had the sheer gumption to lambast her to that extent so directly. It was a peculiar thing to experience for the first time at her age, and one she did not find to be agreeable. "So this is how it feels to be McDuff..." Was her only thought in response. Her first instinct would be to lay some sort of malediction upon this horned upstart, daemon or no, yet she could not find herself to budge her stick-like arms at all to make the necessary gesticulations to do so whilst they were within the clasp of the Incubus, so strong was he in spite of appearance.

"Ah, well, while I'm in the neighbourhood, might as well enjoy myself~ Coming at a cubus as buck naked as you are, Smiler? Why, you're practically asking for it~" The Incubus' face almost looked like it had been split from pointed ear to pointed ear from how widely his lecherous grin had grown before the two rows of his jagged teeth separated from one another, allowing for a long, scarlet tongue to slither out from his maw like a slimy, oversized worm that then leisurely slurped itself up along the side of Silfr's gaunt face as if savouring the very flavour of her snow-white skin. In reaction, her brow knitted and her lips frowned into a scowl, refusing to make any sort of word of protest knowing it would be futile against the lascivious being and probably would have given him satisfaction in riling her up, although it was still apparent to anybody even at least a little familiar with the witch that she was smouldering just beneath the surface as she tolerated the degradation. "That being said, mind, it's not as if I've got a lot to work with on a bony thing like you..." The daemon then remarked as he looked down at Silfr's chest, and in particular her A-cup breasts. This was almost enough to set her off. "Ah, well, not like I can't remedy that easily enough~"

With that, the daemon stepped slightly back while still keeping an unyielding, vice-like grip on Silfr by her armpits that, for all her magical might, she could not break herself free from no matter how hard she struggled, battering the Incubus on the sides with her fists, but such mundane means of inflicting injury had no effect on occult entities. Unflinching, the Incubus then forcibly pressed his thumbs precisely down upon each of her nipples in the centre of her breasts, making Silfr herself wince in addition to her grimacing before he then started using his opposable digits in rapid circles against these sensitive spots. Soon, a faint purplish phosphorescence could be seen started to glimmer just beneath the daemon's pushing pollices.

It would be pertinent to now mentioning that while all mortals were capable of acquiring the magical arts through sufficient study and practice, many of the supernatural spirits which populated universes beyond the natural like daemons were innately magical in of themselves and capable of causing all manner of effects tied to their natures simply by willing so without the need for complex incantations or gesticulations as temporalkind had to do. With that now in mind, you can understand why while Silfr's nubs were being touched by the interdimensional interloper, Percy could observe her small boobs actually appearing to steadily grow!

At first, it was only gradual and made him rationally assume that he was due for a stronger set of spectacles, but the longer he observed, there was no mistaking it: Silfr's boobs were indeed enlarging by the second like a pair of balloons being carefully inflated, and the female they were attached to was of course even moreso aware of its happening as she felt her chest starting to feel weightier as time trickled by, shewing revulsion on her countenance at this gross modification imposed on her body. Both humans were left to wonder exactly to what extent Silfr's boobs were going to be expand until at last, they ceased swelling at the point when each one was about the same volume as her own head!

"Ah, there we go! The ideal size!" The lustful daemon then commented as he appraised his own handiwork on making Silfr's bust now disproportionately huge compared to the rest of her body which remained just as slender as it had before. "Just one last thing before it's perfect..." The Incubus then murmured before ungently pinching both Silfr's nipples with warning between his clawed forefingers and thumbs, causing her to seethe and hiss through her teeth as he next started slowly twisting both paps for a brief while as if trying to tease something out of them, and actually succeeded doing so when thin squirts of a whitish fluid jetted from the nubs and against the Incubus' own blue pectorals, and allowing it run down his front without cleaning it away. A quick grunt was forced from Silfr's mouth as even she, who usually acted all-knowing, was left with a look that was partially nonplussed after she had apparently been induced to lactate without the need of maternal hormones while Percy more openly expressed his perplexity.

The Incubus then licked his lips as if laying his lively eyes upon something delectable, and next thing Silfr knew, the daemon's face had dived downwards towards her chest, and his mouth was now latched her right breast, sucking hard on her augmented teat while his right paw had reached up and clasped onto the other boob, kneading it uncouthly. Both differing methods worked well in drawing out further milk from Silfr's newly overly-bloated bust as the Incubus made a rather messy job of doing so, although this was more than likely intentional. Excess milk from her right mammary seeped out from the seams between it and his lips, dribbling down his chin from how much and how fast it was being drawn out, while the white fluid from the other poured freely between his fingers and ran down his arm. Silfr had tried grasping the daemon by his horns in a feeble attempt to wrench him away from nursing on her breast, but the malevolent being's head could not be budged even a single millimetre, as if his neck was stone solid.

There was a false optimism when the daemon did eventually relent and removed his mouth away from Silfr's right tit, but it was entirely by his own volition for he merely moved his maw onto the opposite breast while his hand massaged the other that was left leaking freely from just being suckled on, with less than a second wasted without stimulating both of the young woman's mounds. Silfr could also start feeling the Incubus applying his tongue against her nub to lap up her milk as soon as it flowed forth, which sent tingles across her globe and leading her to suspect that the daemon has also heightened the sensitivity of her mammaries in addition to their size with his magic. After a period, the Incubus yet again switch which of the knockers he was sucking and which he was fondling, and continued on intermittently alternating between the pair as if he could not decide which one's milk tasted sweeter, throwing in the occasional tug on either teat with his sharp teeth, that made Silfr let out a stifled whine as she winced, yet the deviant student could not help but feel her body being aroused regardless of her unwillingness, which was definitely something she wanted to avoid as cubi could intuitively pick up on such things, and she had no doubt what would happen next if the Incubus did indeed detect her tiliation.

Whether he did or not, the Incubus had something else in mind in using Silfr for his own gratification. With lightning-quick speed, the Incubus yanked his own face from the mortal woman's bust before pushing her down onto the ground, flat upon her back, then perching himself upon her stomach in one unbroken motion. Silfr's arms now laid motionless on either side of her, and her legs were similarly idle, having ceased struggling entirely and making absolutely zero attempt to knock the Incubus off from her as her limbs were pinned to the floor by seemingly nothing while the daemon was sat upon her, which was an apt time for her to recall some accounts of cubi capable of cursing their prey with partial paralysis to far more easily have their full way with them. From his position, the Incubus then gently pulled his loincloth aside to unveil that which traditionally (though not universally) separated him from a succubus, although Silfr and Percy only managed to catch a brief glimpse of it each while it was in its flaccid state before the appendage shot up instantly into a complete and ready erection as if consciously done so by mental command as easily as raising an arm.

Percy, still unable to look away from all this in progress, was disheartened that his earlier prediction of the Incubus' endowment proved true, as at full mast, the daemon's dick was easily double his own equivalent plus a couple inches more. Not only that, the dark cerulean penis was fatter and veinier compared to his own prick, throbbing with anticipation, its foreskin slightly sheening as if with a veneer of oil, and already drooling with an unreal quantity of precum which no mortal could naturally generate from its purplish glans which driviled own onto Silfr's enchanted chest, and was made complete by two hefty orbs that attached to its base, which itself decorated by yet another gold ring banded his member's circumference, surrounded by a dense tangle of violet pubic hairs.

At same instant when the Incubus exhibited his devilish dong, a distinctly unique aroma was now detectable in the air, as if the very rod itself emanated such a fragrance once it had been uncovered, and was potent enough that even Percy could distinctly smell it even at the distance he was sat, and was certainly stronger still for Silfr who was constrained directly below it. It was intense, yet not wholly repugnant, and being closer in character to a sweet perfume compared to what one might imagine the average man's member may stink of, although it was still not in a wholesome way like a rose or a fruit, but far more sickly, similar to excessively rich confectionary which preyed on ones gluttony to entice akin to how venus flytrap draws in its sustenance.

The Incubus then slapped his meatpole down directly between Silfr's two ballooned-out breasts with a distinctly wet-sounding smack, being long enough that the tip was touching up against Silfr's chin as her blue eyes stared down the barrel. The daemon then gripped her boobs tightly on either side before pushing them together with enough force that it caused another couple jets of milk to squirt from her nipples upon both mounds meeting together with his meaty pillar still directly between them.

Wasting no preamble, the Incubus then started humping his hips, sliding his erection back and forth within the tightness he created by wrapping Silfr's tits around his azure rod, pushing his pelvis with enough effort that it made his pubis repeatedly smack into the underside of her boobs absolutely without concern for the welfare of the woman that they were attached to, who in the meanwhile was being subjected to having underside of his greasy, saccharine-stinking cock rubbing back and forth against her face. The Incubus' hex made Silfr powerless to even pivot her neck to one side to prevent having precum smearing against the centre of her features and her nose from gaining an even greater whiff of the syrupy reek of his genitals.

The semblance of disgust on the witch's face could easily be perceived even underneath the penis upon it. Percy could only watch on, feeling frightened and utterly powerless after seeing how easily Silfr had been overcome. If there was one person who was enjoying how all this was transpiring, it was certainly the one who had turned the situation on its head in the first place. The Incubus let his delight be openly known to all within earshot through the various grunts and groans he was making while he continued to fuck away at Silfr's milky jugs, which seemed to be a universal indicator for mortals or otherwise at how much carnal pleasure they were receiving, even if the daemon's sounded extremely overemphasised compared what sounds Percy pictured himself making if he was doing the same thing... in fact, a sense of envy that he was not the one in the Incubus' current position nor possessed such endowments was starting to creep up from his subconscious and into his waking awareness.

After all, in spite of his apprehensions, he was making absolutely no real attempt to actually flee, yet also doing nothing to help Silfr from her predicament, merely observing how things were playing out from an outsider's perspective. Of course, well after this incident, he dismissed his inaction by believing the Incubus held him under some sort of immobilising jinx of his own as to make him bear witness how he handled the the bespectacled wizard's mistress and gained a sick glee from being witnessed, although perhaps in more simple truth, an obscene fascination was borne of watching high-and-mighty Silfr being toyed with by a far more powerful individual, how she was being made a mess at the mercy of a monster-sized cock as well as holding an attraction for her engorged boobs, regardless of how they were artificially attained or how they were unaesthetically juxtaposed against the rest of her svelte build.

Possibly not even completely aware of it himself, Percy's prick once more started to stiffen without any direct touching on his part, his arousal rekindled in possible part in thanks to the pungent perfumes of the Incubus's own penis that might have carried a mystical variety of pheromones that brought forth the latent lust in lesser beings regardless of their sexual orientation, leaving him feel slightly woozy, and slightly less uneased by the circumstances he found himself in. If Percy was indeed being affected by the daemon's musk to this extent even at the distance he was sat, it could give you a comparable sense to how Silfr was coping while upfront and personal with the appendage which exuded it, and from what Percy was able to discern with the daemon's pistoning dick obscuring his scrutinising, seemed to have an almost hypnotic effect on her. Silfr's expression started to look a lot less intense, as if she was becoming more comfortable with the idea of being a plaything for the Incubus via his sickly cock fumes addling her brain directly as she breathed them in.

Just as this development was occurring, however, the Incubus halted his hips at an instant when they were been pulled back, having came to a quick climax. Immediately after pausing his pelvic motions, a thick torrent of white slime erupted from his pulsating rod, contrasting with the generally umbral atmosphere. The inundation of nut-butter was unloaded directly onto Silfr's face, caking her countenance completely, with a good amount it getting into her sable hair, and its ejection was accompanied by a hearty howl from the daemon which startled Percy, who found it difficult to determine whether it signified pleasure or pain from having that sheer mass of semen pushed out from his testicles and jetted through the relatively small slit of his urethra.

Such mammoth loads were of the like that Percy could only dream of producing himself, literally too, as it would not have been normal if any human was also capable of such an superabundant output of semen, although that still did not stop him from feeling insufficient and even jealous over the daemon's capacity regardless of how unattainable they it might have been, though unaware without any point of reference though that the quantity of own ejaculations were actually already well above what was considered average outside of cubuskind. Fine wisps of white visibly steamed from the spunk, giving an indicator of just how hot it must have been when freshly ejected, and its reeking, sultry smell - like the typical scent of sex only markedly magnified - was detectable in the surrounding air within just a couple of seconds. Disgusted though Percy was to realise this, but the addition of the semen's pungent perfume definitely played a part adding to his arousal if only through association of similar smells made during the sweaty sessions that he had been having with Silfr.

Speaking of Silfr, Percy was unable to discern what precise expression she now wore on account of the steaming cum now completely concealing her countenance, but her body remained entirely motionless even as the Incubus removed his clawed clutches from her breasts to slowly rise off her stomach into a standing posture, as if taking such a strong smelling substance full to the face had overpowered her senses to the point of leaving her momentarily - yet completely - stunned, with her only signs of life being the rapid rising and falling of her bountiful bosom as she breathed, which could not be have been easy with mouth and nose buried beneath such a dense layer of sludge.

In spite of having just ejaculated though, the Incubus' erection retained total rigidity, something that even Percy was not capable of in spite of all his impressive staying power. The daemon then suddenly snapped his head to the side, setting his sights on the bespectacled wizard, who in turn flinched with fright like he was a mouse caught in the gaze of a hungry cat. "Don't think I've forgotten about you, Brown-Eyes~" The Incubus remarked before leisurely sauntering his way towards Percy, who finally unfroze and started frantically scampering backwards in the opposite way on his naked backside out of fear for what designs the evil entity was about to inflict on him, the big, blue cock taking on a threatening aspect as it bounced with each step its owner took, pointing towards the male wizard like a protrusive portent.

Percy's retreat, however, was stopped all too soon when his back met with the only wall in the ruins still standing that had neglected to recollect during all that was going on. The Incubus doubtlessly saw Percy's projected path and was evidently amused how the human man followed it precisely to his own detriment, going by the daemon's widening smile. Realising he had cut off his own escape, Percy trembled all the more as the daemon gradually closed the distance between them, all the while finding himself unable to pull his eyes from the cerulean dick, if only because of it being currently level with his face, and by far being the most prominent and threatening particular present on his devilish person, but there was almost something hypnotic in the manner at which he watched it bobbed as it neared...

III

"Hm, you're even cuter up close~" The Incubus then remarked after stopping just a few paces shy of Percy's position. The mortal male was greatly taken aback upon hearing this compliment to his person. Nobody had ever called him 'cute' before, at least in that context, not even Silfr (although it was not as if she was the complimenting type anyway), and while it might have been nice to hear at any other time, he was left unsure how he should be taking such flattery from a daemon of all things, and especially one who presented himself primarily masculinely. "I even have a thing for glasses... well, I have a thing for just about everything, I suppose." The Incubus cackled.

Percy was not liking the implication of where things might be heading one bit, though then saw the daemon's nostrils start to twitch as he sniffed the air, as though he had just detected some sort of repellant pong. "Hm? That's strange... the stink of a virgin seems to be lingering about you... faint though, like it's disappearing... so that must mean..." The Incubus took but a second to put two and two together, and when it dawned upon him what the facts pointed to, he made another guffaw. "Don't tell me your first time was just then and there to summon me?! And with Bony Boobs over there, no less!" Percy felt ashamed into silence as his primary motive for taking part in the ritual was pointed out, all but confirming the daemon had indeed hit the nail on the head.

"Poor thing. A cute thing like you ought to be shown a real good time~ We'll fix that right up soon enough~ Though that said..." the Incubus trailed off as his pupils peered downwards to Percy's prick standing upright - though small - between his open thighs. "Devils below! Between your tiny willy and flatso over there, it's slim pickings in these parts. What the hell are they feeding you mortals these days, eh? You're lucky this sorta thing is easy for me." The Incubus then lifted one knee, but the harmless motion was sudden enough to startle Percy who was still highly-strung, who then looked down to see the daemon's perfectly formed foot level with his crotch before it started moving steadily inwards, and soon enough, the tips of his azure toes perfectly manicured onyx nails touched upon the underside of geek's erection ever so gently, but even this slight contact spiraled Percy into silent perturbation.

"Oh, gods, oh, gods! A man is touching me! Another man's foot is touching my thing!" Percy panicked within his own mind over what was happening seeing how - as already established - he held no sexual attraction for his fellow men, and felt uncomfortable to the point of petrification as the Incubus felt him in the place where only one woman had before, but what concerned him the most was how the Incubus' toes were actually pleasantly soft in terms of a pure physical sense, no different to when he was on the receiving end of a footjob from Silfr not too long ago. Actually, that might not have been wholly accurate to say, as there was one difference between that example and this: the purplish glow which came from the daemon's lower digits indicating that some magic was passing through them and being imbued into the human's penis.

If he was not concerned before, Percy definitely now dreaded what effect his person was about to undergo, although somebody with his smarts really should have deduced that considering what properties were bestowed on Silfr. He was not left wondering for long, for Percy did a double take while he was watching the daemon's toes repeatedly rub up and down his four inches, as it seemed as though the tip of his cock was coming closer to him at first before then realising that it was actually the whole length of it that was steadily growing longer while the girth likewise grew fatter!

Needless to say, feeling one's member expand beyond its otherwise set boundaries was a peculiar sensation yet strangely nice in a way, feeling as if his flesh was being lightly stretched in order to accommodate these augmented dimensions, and not mention the perceptible weight increase that naturally came with an expansion of mass, which also extended down to his testicles likewise being made to bloat as he could feel them sagging further down his taint until they were soon resting on the stone floor below. Before long, Percy's cock had now grown to a size that matched that of the Incubus' own member, complete with a prominent vein running along its length! Circumstances aside of how it came about, seeing how he was now in possession of penis well above average in terms of span and circumference when his regular size was a source of much consternation for him, he felt an inflated sense of machoness, which was perhaps also supplemented by the extra blood which had to be rushed from his thinking faculties in order for bigger hard-on to be maintained. He had an innate urge to reach down and grip his greatly expanded erection to gain a sense on how to handle it, with his next immediate thought being how it would look with Silfr's hands and lips all over it, or how tight her pussy might feel had he fucked her now.

None of musings came to to fruition while Percy was in possession of his powered-up prick though, for a mere second after it had finished growing, the Incubus dropped downwards, kneeling himself directly between Percy's two open legs and leaned inwards, looming over the nerd who sat slouched up against the wall before before he projected his pelvis inwards, positioninig his azure penis length just beside the human's albeit pointing the opposite way.

"W-wait! Stop! I-I-I don't swing this way!" Percy protested, although they fell on deaf ears. Well, perhaps not entirely, for the Incubus still had a reply.

"Oh, honey, I think you mean you just don't know you swing this way yet~" The Incubus gleefully cackled. "Don't our dicks look beautiful side-by-side like this? Especially with yours at such a nice size now~ Mmph~! Makes me even harder just looking at 'em!" The daemon further commented, and as if in emphasis to his final point, his cock throbbed and a spurt of warm precum squirted out and onto Percy's inner thigh, eliciting a reviled reaction from the human man as his eyes were affixed down to where the daemon was referring to, seeing how similar he was in size to him now with their cocks parallel as they were. Percy's mortification was still far from the limit though, as without warning, the Incubus' tail swooped around from behind his back, and - like a flying, meteoric snake - looped itself several times not only around Percy's penis, but the daemon's as well, constricting their two cocks tightly together before the coil started shifting backwards and forwards, jerking them both off at once within the same hold.

Percy had made a sharp gasp upon having his cock so tightly held against another, and shivered as they both started to get stroked off, watching the cycle of how his own foreskin would be pulled back to reveal more of his glans whenever the daemon's was pulled forward and completely covered his tip, and then vice versa in the following instant. The Incubus made some gleeful hums while the two frotted, while Percy stifled the occasional sigh that naturally popped up from his diaphragm, although these exhales would become a lot heavier when the Incubus' prehensile tail managed to deftly manipulate their dicks so that they were now being held skywards with their undersides pressed together. Percy did not see exactly how this was managed as it happened all too quick for his lens prescription to perceive, though he imagined magic played a part. He was hardly given any time to speculate however, for the tail started to work itself up and down at a far quicker pace that it had been prior so that the coil but a blue blur, catching the mortal man off-guard as a swift groan managed to escape his mouth, which he instantly covered with both hands after the fact to prevent another, vainly hoping that the Incubus' pointed ears did not pick up on that sound.

The Incubus started shifting his hips in addition to the ceaseless stroking, leaning himself in all the closer and pinning Percy against the brick wall until the daemon was just about shy of laying directly atop him and evidently was enjoying the frotting far more than the other as he smiled and moaned, making sure that more of a surface area of their members in contact at all time, as well as ensuring each pair of their fat testicles consistently touched. The human was appalled by it all, and, in his mind, chagrined beyond belief by how brazenly the daemon was being familiar with them as if they were as intimate as lovers, and feeling nauseous as a slimy, incubus cock was rubbing all over his, but for all those misgivings, his body was certainly the experience to be quite the pleasurable one, and soon catching on to how no matter who it might or by what means, having ones cock repeatedly rubbed always felt at least a little good in the purely corporeal sense.

Maybe because he knew how futile it was to protest after seeing Silfr's ineffectual attempts that Percy simply accepted the collaborative cock rubbing lest the Incubus bestowed a far less mild fate for him, still keeping his hands closed tight against his mouth in an effort to deaden the sounds of his involuntarily moans while also hiding his face to avoid letting on that he was enjoying what was being done to any extent, let alone as much as it was, and concede to the Incubus about being correct into liking being with another man after all, although his efforts to conceal his reactions just made them all the more obvious to the amused daemon to the point where he might as well have just came out and say it plainly.

Percy was a tangle of conflicting emotions about the whole scenario, and the daemon's sweet stink only muddled his mind further as it took on a headier quality stronger now that he and the Incubus were so near and working up such a sweat, though eventually enough, Percy's hands started to slide away and be kept at his sides as he realised how vain it was to hold back his expressions. Could something that felt so pleasing to him really be something so wicked? At a point, he found himself almost wishing that he had any bicuriosity in his bones so that he might justify taking a notion to hump his hips right then and there along with the daemon and heighten both their glee, although the longer he was looking at the Incubus' face, the more he started to appreciate the he-daemon's comely countenance, especially with how happy he appeared to be rubbing his cock against the wizard's own...

"No! Absolutely not!" Percy shouted inside his own head after he realised what he was contemplating, unable to believe himself. This was a daemon, and nothing good could ever come from associating with the powers of evil, let alone losing oneself to the level of their debauchery. Percy shook his head to try and clear out this nonsense, although this was especially difficult to do considering he could feel another climax coming upon him outside of his control. Regardless of whether he held any degree of attraction towards the Incubus or not, Percy could not prevent his bodily functions from taking their natural course, and although he was trying to will himself into holding back ejaculating just as she did during his shag with Silfr, the only thing being delayed was the inevitable, the pressure reaching its breaking point even more expeditiously that it had with the white-skinned witch.

Having literally no other choice, he himself loose directly due to the he-daemon's handiwork (or is that tailiwork?), and ironically, the eventual release felt all the more satisfying than it otherwise would have been thanks to Percy holding himself back far as much as he did. This just so happened to be at the same instant when the Incubus also orgasmed a second time himself, and felt both their heated cocks throbbing against one another in the lead up to their mutual orgasm before both erupted with cum: fat ropes of white ooze being shot upwards directly into the air at an impressive height and with a similar quantity to what the Incubus had unloaded onto Silfr's face. It did make sense for a lust daemon to be capable of still able to ejaculate just as potently as the last even with the little time that had passed between, although Percy was mainly amazed by how he had an even larger climax here compared to when he had came into Silfr, which was a tad worrying, though he suspected this was all part of the Incubus' mystically-bestowed 'gift' which had also grown his genitals to their present proportions.

"Oooh, yes! That's it! Cum! Cum!" The Incubus crooned in the middle of their shared orgasm. "Mm, doesn't it just feel sooo good letting it all out? It's like letting out your stress and worries until nothing in the world matters except the orgasm!"

Percy had got his wish after all of being able to shoot out his seed in such a vast volume, even if it was with a partner not quite to his preference, and he too experienced just how it felt to have semen wads of such size rush out of his penis before being ejected through an opening still as relatively narrow and sensitive as his own urethra, actually able to feel his balls clench and pulsate as they emptied themselves, moaning in a likewise lusty manner as to the Incubus. 'Brown-Eyes'' nicknamesake were rolling partly backwards in their optics as their lids squinted from the blast of pleasure, just barely able to see the altitude both their loads had reached in the air, though uncertain whose was who as they intersected before falling back dowards to where they were fired from with nowhere to go once gravity took its effect. Both cocks were splattered and coated near-completely by their own heated output before being smeared across both lengths by way of the daemon's tail which still held them both tight together and stroke them, with smaller spurts still coming from the rods afterwards which were soon similarly applied.

"Feels so nice coating our giant cocks with our cum, don't you think~? The best part is hardly knowing where mine ends and yours begins~" Percy remained reticent to the Incubus' inquiries outside of the occasional whimper or hum... but at the same time did not and could not deny any of these claims.

The young human man had only just gotten to know what sex with a woman felt like, and was now being flung headlong into further sexual exploration which only another male could possibly provide and was not entirely wanted. He felt disgusted having his latest discharge mixed in with that of another man's before having all of that smeared over his cock by said man when he would normally clean away his own gunk without a second thought after masturbating (before Silfr staked her claim on it anyway) rather than wallow in it, coming over all clammy as that ever pervading cubus scent still pestered his nostrils, still having not gotten used to it. All that said though, the mortal's cock had yet to soften in the slightest at this stage, and he was worryingly uncertain whether it was perhaps another aspect of the Incubus' magic at play, or perhaps something his subconscious may be telegraphing...

Apparently averse to contemplating anything to any extent for more than a few seconds as if he really did think with his other head first and foremost, the Incubus unravelled his tail from their cocks and peeled himself from the young wizard, standing back up and stepping back before bending over to grip the human by his ankles before effortlessly dragging him away from the wall and back into the brighter lights of the mystic candles all before the human could continue his current ponderings any further. Percy yelped as he was dragged across the flagstones at an alarming speed, his back now flat upon the floor, looking upwards at the Incubus with trepidation over what he had need of more room for.

The blue-skinned spirit took a pace forwards, so that he now stood over Percy - precisely over his pelvis - with one foot on either side of the mortal's hips, and with blue penis still projecting audaciously outwards, which looked especially intimidating from the low angle of the human's new point of view. Too focused on the daemon's dick, Percy had not realised the tail was once more moving towards Percy's own magically-enhanced member, and again, curled around the appendage, albeit only a single loop this instance, holding it upright and giving it a brief squeeze for good measure, which instantly brought Percy's attention down to it, before then back up again when he noticed the Incubus' unmissable manhood slowly lowering down into his line of sight along with the rest of the entity it was attached to.

The Incubus was popping himself into a squat, his bending knees spreading in opposing directions - making his unsubtle cock appear all the more blatant - while holding his claws behind his head, flaunting every last facet of his figure where even the flourishing of his hairless armpits had a hint of eroticism.

"Look, no hands!" The daemon bragged just as it dawned on Percy what the horned one was about to squat directly onto, but by then it was too late for the naive young human man to put up any resistance. Utilising his tail, the Incubus lined Percy's engorged penis perfectly upwards with the crevice between his two blue buttocks, or more specifically, what was nestled within. Percy soon felt the tip of his glans - its sensitivity seeming to be heightened - fit perfectly into a slight, soft indentation between the daemonic derriere, although what exactly it was his cock now touched was not quite perceptible from his position thanks to the the Incubus' heavy scrotum blocking the view, but the human knew full well it could only be one thing if the daemon's anatomy was indeed generally analogous to his own.

"No! Stop! Not that!" Percy cried out as he felt his prick prodding against the outside of the daemon's anus, desperately wanting the Incubus to go no further than this, feeling as though he was on the precipice of a threshold from which there was no return if he were to cross it. He was, however, neither in a position to bargain, and an appeal to a daemon's sympathies could hardly be expected. He did think about rolling himself away, but now that Incubus was technically sitting on him - no matter how slight - he found himself immobilised just as what had happened with Silfr. The Incubus only showed a malicious grin to the mortal as he circled his hips while balanced on the balls of his feet, teasing his own arsehole of the very extremity of Percy's meat-pillar while Percy continued making his pleas before the decisive downward plunge was mercilessly made, making the heterosexual's apprehensions come true.

Percy watched and felt the end of his cock disappear upwards inside the Incubus' descending posterior, instantly meeting with a contraction to his spongy bellend as it was near enough sucked up into the daemon's rear orifice and tightly secured after passing the rim. The sensation of having his softer dickhead squeezed so firmly elicited an immediate mewl from Percy sharper than even the Incubus' own pleasured moan from penetrating himself on the massive penis tip. Percy's groan extended as the daemon then steadily descended downwards, sinking the human's length inside him inch by inch without any signs of difficulty or discomfort in spite of how narrow the passage felt for the mortal's penis to pass through.

Percy did have firsthand knowledge of what it was like to have something sizable slid into ones sphincter and recalled his own struggles doing so, so he was especially amazed by how effortlessly the Incubus was able to accomplish this, especially with the only apparent lubricant needed being the cum which the human's cock was coated within, though he also would not be surprised if cubi anuses simply required very little preparatory work compared to their mortal counterparts.

That said, the Incubus' anal corridor still had a clench that was certainly being felt around increasingly more of the human's girth, but Percy still had the impression the daemon was perfectly capable of slamming the human's entire cock into him within an instant without any preamble, but instead chose to wring out as much of the mortal male's moans as he could by making him savour every last centimetre being buried into his arsehole to convince the heterosexual yet that there was no true difference between man and woman in terms of sexual gratification.

The Incubus' rectum was quite unlike anything Percy had ever felt applied to his cock before, Silfr's mouth and vagina included, almost like a combination between those two body parts. The Incubus's insides flexed and writhed around Percy's length as it maintained its tautness around his dick, the snug confines radiating an intense heat, and even felt slightly damp and slippery, adding to Percy's suspicions that the semen was not acting as the sole lubricant. Unlike how it was for a human, the daemonic arsehole felt as though it was consciously designed for pleasure first and foremost, with any other function (if daemon's even had a need for that) being purely auxiliary, and while Percy had never been on the providing side of anal sex before this, even he could tell that the manner in which the Incubus' interior massaged his shaft as thoroughly as it did was unlike anything a human's pooper was capable of replicating.

Once the Incubus had completely hilted the human's hard-on within himself and had provided Percy with a prolonged sample of what his orifice could provide, any pretense of taking things at a gentle pace was abruptly discarded. The daemon immediately started bouncing himself on Percy's penis at breakneck rate effortlessly using naught but his legs to repeatedly squat up and down that would have taken a greater deal of strain for a human of equivalent build to keep balance and keep consistent through the thews in their thighs alone. This alacrity caught the mortal male off-guard, causing him to gasp, followed by a far more vocal grunting and groaning compared to anything else up to that point as he was subjected to that anus' stimulating grip sliding up and down his increased inches, leaving him with little time to process one rep from to the next, feeling as though he was being inundated by one big, long wave of pleasure throughout it all.

Percy's vociferous expressions were never ending, unable to find himself getting used to these thrilling feelings, although he was not quite sure in what sense of the adjective. He was no doubt delighted, yet was leaving him questioning his own sexuality as to why he was feeling so if he knew he was not attracted to men... or at least he thought he knew. His id was split between two conflicting halves, one of them intensely wanting the Incubus to cease before either of them could cum again, while the other desired to see just to what new heights of elation the daemon's manhole would elevate him to should it take him all the way to a climax, gender be damned.

The Incubus, however, had no reservations when it came to relishing in their same-sex coupling, of announcing such elation through positive exclamations and his pretty face contorting into all manner of expressions but each conveying the same emotion in their configurations. The daemon's hard dick swung up and down in accordance to his body's rhythm, constantly slapping down against Percy's flat stomach and splattering an outline of cum in it wake, throbbing each time he took the entirety of the human's rod and felt his prostate being squished, causing a small squirt of hot pre with each an every bounce onto the wizard's chest.

The Incubus acted absolutely uninhibited, with an utter absence of shame from what he was doing while Percy still fussed over his more limited sexuality and felt rather restricted, unable to lose himself to his own indisputable pleasure. While he has simply been envious of the Incubus' endowments before, now Percy coveted how free the Incubus seemed to be, not locked down by such earthly woes and simply acting out according to his own desires uncompromised by consequence, or whom he may affront. It was a wicked, selfish way of thinking, but it was honest to the daemon's nature, and his existence seemed all the happier for it.

IV

"Not fair to leave your friend out of all this fun we're having, don't you think?" The Incubus then asked Percy during a very rare interlude where he kept his yelps in check, although still without once pausing in their fucking. In truth, Percy had half-forgotten about Silfr with his mind so fixated on other things in that moment, naturally taking a peek over in her direction once he was reminded in time to see that she was only just now coming out of her stupor once enough (though not all) of the daemonic cum had slid from her features, although she did still appear to be somewhat befuddled as she was weakly picking herself up from the stone floor. Before she could entirely recover, the Incubus took his clawed hands from out of behind his head and clapped them together once; a strong, resounding clap, and as soon as it had reached Percy's ears, Silfr entirely vanished from his view without trace from spot that his eyes were sent on, but then felt soft strands now brushing against his face which was accompanied by a significant weight being added upon him.

This prompted him to turn his eyes upwards again to see Silfr now suddenly suspended over where he lay! She was facing away from him, and it was her long, silky, sable hair that was streaming down and tickling his physiognomy, but past all that, he could still see that she was not being kept still in place, for the Incubus held his hands fast around her waist after teleporting her directly to them, and while Percy could not longer see nor feel the daemon's bouncing dick, and he had a pretty good guess as to where it had ended up, which was all but confirmed when he heard a low moan among them that could only have been made by his mistress.

"Mmph~! Thanks for loosening her up for me, Brown-Eyes!" The Incubus stated following a grunt. "Cum's still warm in her too! Good thing too since she's gonna need all the lube she can get. That, and I do love some good sloppy seconds~!"

Silfr feeling her tight cunt abruptly filled up with a massive, meaty insertion just as she was coming out of her haze was enough to revive her in an instant, and a stuffing this sudden and ample made even the Snjórlandic ice queen crack her cool, and although she was not quite as vocal as Percy and certainly not the Incubus, being conjured directly onto the latter's cock alone was enough for her make a more discernible sound than what the former was able to make her produce. For as many words as it took to describe that though, it all happened in a mere instant, and the Incubus did not break his bouncing rhythm even once whilst still straddling Percy's cock, and with those same motions of his hip, he also started shagging Silfr simultaneously, all while operating at the same top speed. The daemon thrust himself up into the summoner whenever raising his anus off from most of her assistant's cock before slamming his arse back down on the mortal male's member when he wound up for another buck into the sole woman in their threeway.

Silfr's vocals would be temporarily stymied, although by a far more mundane method than any magic that had been displayed up until that point via the Incubus diving his head forwards and locking his lips with the witch, messily making out with her without any concern for his own cum which still glazed her features. In fact, he seemed to revel in it! Silfr's normally weary blue eyes widened to an exceptional degree from the Incubus' forwardness, feeling his long tongue invading into her mouth, worming its way around her cheeks, twisting against her own equivalent and even travelling a little down her throat just enough to tickle her gag reflex, causing her to make some rather vulgar gurgling sounds. The woman and the daemon held this kiss for longer than what would have been comfortable even for most loving couples, although there was only lust rather than love within that snog.

They eventually broke away and Silfr's features were left slightly cleaner from the meeting of their miens as some of the spunk had transferred to the Incubus' own countenance without a single battered eyelid. The intensely deep kiss left Silfr in a muddle all over again, her primary thought being how much she wanted to slug the Incubus straight in his smug face for what he was now doing to her, even if there was a certain appeal in seeing his attractive features stained with spunk, although she hardly had any time to admire this, for the daemon then decided to suddenly flip her around with an unholy strength, spinning her around a full one-eighty degrees whilst his rod was still embedded within her. The manoeuvre was a novel rush for Silfr to say the least, and she now faced directly downwards to Percy, who faced back up at her in turn, as her wrists were then seized by the other male present, who pulled her arms back and apart to prevent her making any sly spell gestures against him.

Silfr had no idea as to what purpose performing such a stunt served, as it was not as if the Incubus would find it easier humping into her in one position or another, although Percy was quicker to suss out that the daemon likely wanted them to each watch the other's expressions while fucking them both at once with differing methods, demonstrating just how much more pleasure the other was separately receiving even with his efforts divided while they themselves were not in contact with one another. From the prone position that he had been pinned into, Percy had no choice but to watch as the first - and hitherto only - woman he had been intimate being shagged by another man of clearly superior skill if Silfr's greater reception to being rammed by the Incubus to compared when Percy ungainly humped into her was of any measure, diminishing the underconfident undergraduate's self-esteem even further, although he was somewhat distracted by this from seeing her fat, milky jugs hanging from her chest and swinging back and forth as her whole body was being rocked from the Incubus' bucking, drips of lactation being flecked across Percy's chest with each forward push.

The brown-haired boy watched on while Silfr's face became the most emotional he had ever seen it: sweating brow firmly furrowed, eyes scrunched half-shut and teeth clenched tight as she hissed her breath through them along with an occasional groan, the young man able to feel her hot breath even as it was filtered through her denticles from how intense her breathing must have truly been, and even her pale, concave cheeks flushed red as he could only imagine how a woman as thin as Silfr (barring her current bust size) was withstanding taking such a massive erection in her pussy that felt tight to Percy even at his regular size. Her whole bearing was that of one trying to combat her body's candid responses, refusing to give the upstart Incubus any sense of satisfaction from hearing her make any noises louder than she already was, and feeling humiliated by her subordinate seeing her in such a submitted state. Percy looked away from his mistress's exasperated mien to down towards where the Incubus' cock was drilling into her, and by extension, also watching his own cock pounding into the Incubus.

Beyond mortal or not, Percy was still amazed seeing something humanoid perform with such seemingly endless stamina and at such a rapid, consistent speed. He heard the sounds of the daemon clapping into Silfr with every forward hip buck that struck her from behind (of course hearing the same thing happen whenever those blue buttocks were brought down on his crotch) and could even perceive the outline of the Incubus' member bulging from her level tummy from how engorged his rod was versus how skinny she was. No doubt the cerulean dick was pushing up against the witch's cervical entrance, which contributed to her making such winces as he was. In spite of circumstances, Percy actually thought Silfr's vexed expression looked strangely sexy on her, even if it was from being screwed by another man, and in that moment, he had an intrusive wish for her to look at him in that same way one of these days. It's not as if Percy could feel any real resentment for it anyway, as what he felt bestowed on himself via the Incubus' unholy hole was an even greater delight than anything he had done with Silfr, including the intercourse they had just had with one another moments ago, and the black-haired witch, looking downwards, could unambiguously see her servant losing himself to the hedonism far more freely than she was.

"Damn you, McDuff." The witch thought, unable to verbalise the words on account of voice box prioritising other sounds, but visualised them with an intense mental strain as if attempting to somehow to project her mind into Percy's (though telepathy was not a skill taught in Ūwilazala's freshman courses). "Resist for gods' sake. Doth thou not realise the peril that comes with succumbing to cubus' influence?" Evidently, he did not, as from this overhead angle, Silfr was provided with a very clear view of the lewd looks in her serf's faces, his mouth wide open as a constant stream of moans spewed forth, one being made each time the daemon pulled back on her to pushed down on Percy. There was a gladdened glint in his magnified brown eyes, and his features were flushed an even deeper shade of red as if abashed by being gratified to such an exceptional extent by another man while being watched by the only woman he had ever been sexual with.

Silfr had to admit though, this predicament gave her a second chance to watched Percy's aroused expressions, engaged by the ways in which his admittedly attractive facial facets reacted to being carnally pleasured, and the noises he was making she found simply adorable as well, even if it was not herself who was the cause of either this time around. Upon reflection, perhaps she should have put a bit more effort into the sex they had to make it more enjoyable for both herself and him, especially since that very well could have been the last time she would ever have sex in general as a free woman on the physical plane depending how the daemon would decide their eventual fates once he was through with having his fun with them...

The same mental disciplines Silfr had utilised to delay cumming during her coupling with Percy could only impede her climax for so long, and it was a vain act of defiance to even attempt outlasting a cubus, for it was commonly accepted that they could cum only when they chose to, and that theory would soon hold precedence. Even Percy, who Silfr had found such a pest getting to ejaculate with his superhuman staying power, had been reduced to putty by the daemonic boypussy, and it was obvious to her that he was not to last too long either. His breath suddenly shortened and became more rapid while Silfr's own exhales had become more pronounced. The Incubus would have felt the white-skinned witch's insides start to trembling in anticipation for what was the only inevitable outcome, while also feeling Percy's cock pulsating against the walls of his penetrated anus for a likewise reason, and by carefully controlling his bodily motions in subtle ways known only to a lust daemon, ensured both mortals would climax at the exact same instance as one another.

Because she had been holding herself back for as long as she had been, Silfr's eventual orgasm came like a dam finally bursting and the ensuing flood that followed, having a more profound effect on her compared to Percy who had been parcelling out his delight so his apex would not come quite as big of a blow to his system. That's not to say Percy was not enraptured, feeling as though his manhood was just about ready to melt for the sheer heat that both it and the surrounding arsehole had inflamed, reveling in euphoria as he pumped the he-daemon's rectum full with an outrageous amount of gloopy discharge even greater than what had came earlier, in fact overflowing the orifice, with the surfeit semen squirting from the seams between his girth and the Incubus' rim created a sticky mess all around Percy's crotch.

Silfr meanwhile, failed to stifle a moan as Percy bore witness to the very rare sight of her normally expressionless visage turn to one utmost ecstasy, her mouth forming into an open O-shape as her eyelids were opened wider than Percy thought possible for her, with the orbs behind them bugging out wide as if they might pop out at any moment, seeing a greater extent of the whites of her icy eyes than he had been shewn before, and especially with the way they rolled slightly backwards in their orbits. On top of all that, the Incubus, as if sensing the precise point when to cum, chose to climax at that same instance to ensure the messiest and noisiest outcome achievable, throwing his head backwards as his wings unfurled their full span as his rejoiceful howling kicked off a three-way moaning match, all those endorphins were released at the one time, intoxicating the Incubus like a narcotic as he absorbed the latent psychic energies which those exultant hormones emanated.

Silfr's whole body shuddered as she underwent her exhilarating orgasm, though these trembles seemed especially concentrated around her haunches, vaginal interior included, and the Incubus demonstrated his own jubilation by absolutely not slowing down his pelvic thrusts in the slightest for the duration of their shared orgasm which - again perhaps with interference from the Incubus' inborn mysticism - seemed to last far longer than was the norm for her, and inundated Silfr's clarity with a bombardment of endorphins from once-dormant sources.

Of course, Percy was similarly subjected to the Incubus' anus still flexing around and sliding up and down his length as he was ejaculating, like his rod was being milked in the most debauched of manners possible, cum splattering in all directions whether it was the daemon's posterior coming down on the mortal man, or his crotch colliding with Silfr's, the spunk from the latter instances seeming to mainly land on Percy below. Three very different intonations resounded around the ruins, and astute Percy started noticing how Silfr's skinny stomach was starting to slightly swell, no doubt by the sheer amount of hellish semen that was being spewed directly into her unprotected womb, and if it was anything like the unbridled quantity that was currently pumping out of his own cock, it was no insignificant measure.

After what seemed like an age of unlimited venereal exuberance to the extent where a dull ache started to underline both Silfr and Percy's genitals amidst all the rhapsody, mercy was finally bestowed and they both felt their climaxes dwindle - albeit gradually - and the Incubus likewise wound down his pace at a similar rate, bringing his head back down with a satisfied sneer and half-closing his wings once again. The mortal pair were left absolutely spent and short of their breathes after so much of their energies had been expended in the process of reaching that point, limbs feeling sapped of most of their strength, their minds wearied and dazed from the unleashing of so many hormones at one instant, and at least in Percy's case, his larynx feeling rather sore from all that moaning he was doing.

After everything had reached a definitive conclusion, the Incubus started steadily standing up straight, deliberately going at a rate analogous to when he first slowly descended down on Percy's dick, ensuring the straight young man felt all of his masculine arsehole all over again as it was when it came time to pull the inlet off the rod. At the same time, the daemon's own cerulean cock withdrew from Silfr's womanhood at a similar rate for similar reasons, and with both her and his penetrated orifices now unplugged, a deluge of excess cum cascaded from each, only for both to end up splattering down on Percy still sprawled out below; his own spunk falling from the daemon's now-gaping anus squarely back onto his cock from where it was fired it as it now lay diagonally across Percy's crotch in a softening state, while the Incubus' own white ejaculate oozed from Silfr's dilated vagina and flowed just above that previous point of impact onto the geek's pubis, both loads feeling equally and abnormally hot, as though just shy of searing as the mortal male as they simmered on his exhausted body, and again accompanied by an overpoweringly syrupy stench.

The Incubus also released his clasp on Silfr's wrists at this time, and with nothing to provide her fatigued figure with any support, immediately flopped floorwards, though Percy's person managed to break her fall, knocking out what little wind the bespectacled student had recovered in that short time, and the cum around his general crotch area was now compressed between them. Her limp body felt so weak, fragile and helpless in that moment compared to her usual assured, proactive self that he had only seen of her up until that point, and still feeling rather sheepish having a naked woman lie upon him after the two had just had some more sex even if it was not directly with one another, which was not helped by her enlarged breasts squishing softly against his own chest, making his heart race.

"Aw, how sweet~ You two make a very cute couple~" The Incubus observed from above, and pointing out how this tableaux appeared to those without context embarrassed Percy all over again. "Such a shame my time in this world is only temporary, but I suppose I should not expect anything more from such a sub-par summoning. At least your souls will make for a nice pair of snackable souvenirs to haul back home with me. I oughta be able to wring out at least a millennium or two worth of entertainment more before I get bored with you both~ But there's still plenty of time yet to break your minds here and now, and I'm determined see to get this frosty bitch to crack a delirious smile before we go~"

With that gleeful threat made, the Incubus lunged downwards and seized Silfr by her ankles, yanking the dark haired witch completely away from Percy and some feet across the floor. In the time it took for Percy to weakly tilt his head in the direction of where his mistress was hauled away, the Incubus had put both himself and her into position: one in where the daemon was on top and the woman was pinned down onto her back, her thin legs being held up and splayed on either side of the horned male, who was half-squatting on the balls of his feet, with the tip of his still erect penis pointing downwards and directly to her pussy opening.

It was just in time for Percy to see the Incubus slam that entire azure length into the female in one singular motion, not wasting any preamble in making her feel that which her insides were already familiar with. Silfr squawked while the daemon grunted, and soon he put his pelvis into a rhythm of pistoning down into her, churning up the cum already inside her with audible squelches pushing some out from between the seams every pound. Percy got a gauge on the sheer power behind those downward presses by how loudly the Incubus' pelvis clapped into Silfr's, as well as his weighty ballsack smacking against her plump posterior with a discernible sound of its own, amazed as he watched from an outsider perspective just how briskly the Incubus was able to make these pounds in succession, eliciting a consistent from from the callous female with every fuck.

While Percy lay in place, no longer paralysed, but utterly exhausted in both brain and his body, he could do little else but to mull over what the daemon had said: a promise of a thousand years of nothing else but all-encompassing pleasure just as he had experienced then and there did not sound bad at all as he languished in afterglow. No more material woes or corporeal concerns, existing only to dutifully serve at the will of their hellish overseer with unearthly delights. The Incubus had been appearing all the more attractive to the otherwise heterosexual the longer he was withing his magnetic presence, and even now was just as transfixed on his blue booty just as much as his mistress' pale equivalent; looking just as juicy as hers if not slightly moreso, rippling with every impact it made to his Silfr's, thinking how delectable the two derrieres looked side-by-side and desiring to be sandwiched between them, especially as he caught frequent glimpses of the Incubus' arsehole which still look rather widended and still dribbled with the human's cum from having just been fucked. Even the way the Incubus' tail was swishing about from its owner's clear excitement Percy thought to be rather an endearing sight.

Percy could not imagine even Silfr could be against such a state of being, her stubbornness in not letting the Incubus win her over notwithstanding. Maybe it would actually be the thing to finally bring her some joy to the forefront of her melancholy personage. However, Percy's good sense returned to him during his watching of the witch being repeatedly mating pressed and regardless of whether she was enjoying herself at the receiving end of the Incubus' rod. No matter how pleasurable their eternal imprisonment might be, prisoners of the infernal they would be nevertheless, and was certainly not worth the forfeit of their immortal souls. As enjoyable as this dabble with the daemonic had been in spite of his scruples, surrendering oneself wholly to vice was sheer folly.

Besides, as has been stated several times now, Percy simply could not see himself getting with another man, as fantastic as that frotting and anal fucking may have been. Before Percy had any further doubts about his sexuality, however, he was resolute that he had to do something to dispel this daemon before he and Silfr went past the point of no return, but he felt so powerless even before he had been sapped of strength. Between himself and his mistress, It was Silfr who knew anything about intricacies of summoning, not him. That was why she had forbade him from partaking in the preparations after all, having no doubt he would make a fatal bungle somewhere down the line if allowed... and it was precisely precisely he remembered this did the solution dawn on him!

Mustering up all his possible willpower, Percy jolted himself out of his languor and did his best to defy the hypnotic odour of sweat and sex saturating the atmosphere while the Incubus and Silfr fucked to the daemon's content. Weakly, the young human man rolled himself onto his stomach, which felt like an absolutely herculean effort as not all the feeling had yet been returned to his limbs, feeling as if they were as weighty as lead. The knowledge that he had but a single opportunity to attempt what he was about to pushed him on, needing to ensure he would accomplish it the first time, but all the same, he was not even certain it would work as he intended, and that was to say nothing of the enormous pressure he felt in his urgency. Percy raised one arm off the floor, and pointed an open hand in the direction of one of the candles which surrounded the magic circle, undisturbed by all the debauchery that had been going on around it. It was out of his reach, but this mattered little as he started whispering the words of certain, simple magical spell: his speciality in fact.

As Percy concentrated on channeling the necessary energies to his hand however, he heard a most terrible screech from behind which he knew could have only belonged to the daemon discovering what he was trying, sounding a thousand times more terrible and truly hellish compared to how its honeyed timbre sounded up until that point. Percy could picture the horned creature in his mind's eye lunging at him with claws extended and fangs bared as its handsome face twisted into a most horrible visage as he heard the words "What are you-" but the mortal male never heard the end of that shrieking sentence, for he was able to finish his own incantation first, and the very instant he did so, a small explosion detonated at the point which palm was directed to; one just barely powerful enough to obliterate the candle and the chunk of the flooring it stood on, breaking the chalk circle at the same time.

He was not sure whether it was by destroying candle itself which severed the connection that kept the daemon in the material world, or the demolishing of a vital symbol in the magic circle, or perhaps both, but in any case and in the next instant, a flash of light came from behind Percy that casted a long shadow from himself across the floor and would have no doubt been strong enough to dazzled him again had he looked at it directly, followed by the sound of a crack and the smell of brimstone. Percy then immediately flipped himself over and sat up, finding himself rejuvenated with newfound strength when there was no longer any sign of the daemon, with only a few wisps of a mauve smoke cloud a scant few centimetres from where he sat proving it was even there in the first place, although these would soon dissipated, but the echo of the Incubus' final syllable still rang in his ears.

Silfr lay weakly on the floor a little further away than that, sprawled out with her yawning, creamed cunt directly in Percy's line of sight, shagged out and looking as though she was already a couple months pregnant from the sheer semen that had swollen her belly, but still present on this plane. It did not escaped his notice either to see her boobs had once more shrank down to their regular, flatter proportions as it seemed the Incubus' magic had been banished right along with the daemon itself, and the realisation prompted him to his own penis, never thinking he would feel so relieved to see it so small again.

V

Silfr revived not long thereafter, and her very first act upon doing so was to make Percy swear an oath of the utmost secrecy that he would never whisper to another person of the events that had transpired in the ruins that night. When Percy asked if it was because she would no doubt be ostracised by the mainstream wizarding community and her diploma made null and void for bringing a daemon into the world, she retorted by saying she simply did not wish to suffer the indignity of people gossiping how she was so easily rendered a mere plaything by the Incubus. With that specified, Percy was quick to swear on his life should Silfr be willing to do the same, not being quite so keen himself if word ever got out how he lost his virginity through the ritual of conjuring up a cubus, nor wholly comfortable with other people being aware he had engaged in certain acts with another man, or at least a masculine-presenting daemon.

"There is one thing I want to ask about though, Silfr..." Percy then started saying to her after they had made this pact.

"Thou better not ask how one might leardn to engorge certain parts of the body as the Incubus did." Silfr snapped out a retort before Percy could even ask.

"What? No!" The male wizard responded in turn. "I was going to ask about... well, what he said about our souls... are they... you know... safe?" He asked, his voice taking on an anxious tinge as this existential crisis hit him in his post-nut clarity.

"Thou need not be concerned with that. Our souls would be relinquished only if a formal contract was established with the daemon, which contrary to what certain pornographic periodicals have popularised, is not done merely through coital exchange. We were very fortunate indeed that the Incubus prioritised satiating his own needs over securing our anima. 'Tis typically the opposite way around, at least from what I have researched."

"R-right..." He stammered, relieved, if unsettled about learning they had just narrowly avoided damnation through pure luck. "But... er... since you brought it up, is it actually possible to learn magic to make our, um, bits bigger...?" At this, Silfr raised a quizzical eyebrow in Percy's direction, which made him prompt to add: "A-asking purely academically...!" There was a pause, but Silfr gave a response nonetheless after a leaden exhale from her nostrils.

"... Bodily enlargement is a fundamental of transmutation, and to localise it on specific parts of one's anatomy is possible, although is a more advanced practice to refine." Silfr gave her answer in clinical fashion. "And I was not born yesterday, McDuff. 'Tis obvious thou art fantasising using such spells on mine bosom just as the Incubus had done, so let me make it plain that I have never had any interest in hauling about such udders permanently affixed to my chest, and tonight has affirmed that disinterest. 'Tis honestly tiresome the obsession the majority of men place on how heavy mere sacks of fat are..." Silfr added, crossing her arms over her bare, petite chest as she did as if to unconsciously concealing it from Percy.

Percy was left flabbergasted by this accusation, and could not help the impression that Silfr may have been projecting some here, not that he would have the guts to call her out on such. That, and she was partially true in what she stated since Percy's hot-blooded masculine urges did quite enjoy seeing her with a more buxom breast, though after seeing what she did look like with one, he thought her naturally slenderer figure simply seemed to suit her all the better. "N-no, nothing like that!" Percy was prompt to protest.

"Then I could only conclude that thou wishes to apply it to thyself." And here Silfr did indeed hit a nail on Percy's head, and she continued on quicker before he could confirm or deny it. "I did overhear the Incubus mock thy natural length, though thou need not be anxious over having grossly oversized proportions to please any future partners you may engage with. Even with your below-average sized apparatus, you performed... sufficiently."

Of all the things that were said that day, that was the one Percy had expected the least. This was about as close as Silfr ever got to giving him a compliment, although the night's events still undercutted that sentiment.

"... But he was still better than me though, right?" Percy said, of course indirectly referring to their otherworldly third-party whose true name still remained an utter unknown to them. "Even I can tell something like that..."

"... Do not compare thyself to a cubus daemon. They are personifications of fornication, and their entire reason of being revolves around that. It is said there is naught else in this world or any other which can surpass the carnal rapture one can provide. Some even become permanently maddened following an encounter with one, so absolute is the ecstasy which consumes their psyches." Silfr answered, avoiding answering outright, but her evasive way told Percy all he really needed to know. Still though, if it had just been a few months earlier, she would have said so frankly, and it was almost as if was taking his feelings into consideration in her own way, although the gesture was undermined by what she said next, even if it did seem genuinely unintentional in this instance "I do not hold any illusions that he didn't bring thyself to similar levels of pleasure as I than I hath ever provided you."

"N-no way! I am not into guys!" Percy was swift to affirm his heterosexuality, and this was probably the most spirited Silfr had seen him outside of sex, and he continued on when Silfr appeared yet unconvinced. "It's not like making me cum twice means anything! Th-that's just a... a... an automatic nervous reaction to my reproductive organs being stimulated!" He stated with all the sexiness of a textbook. "The same thing would have happened to any straight man in my situation! It doesn't automatically mean I want to have sex with more men! I mean, say for argument's sake we ended up with a succubus instead, okay? If she fingered you ate you out until you came, would that mean you would start sleeping around with other girls?"

"Who says I am not already..." Silfr then mumbled beneath her breath as she turned her head. Her servant protested too much, she thought.

"What?!" Percy then incredulously exclaimed as he double-took towards the witch, unsure if he had heard her correctly. Silfr simply changed the subject without elaboration, although only to something else which the young man was also not expecting to hear her say.

"Regardless of all that, I am beholden to thou." She plainly stated in her usual monotone manner that made Percy at first think she meant in as some sort of sarcastic jest at first, but when she faced him again and looked him eye-to-eye, he could see an honest reflection in her ice blue irises past the sternness and the sharpness, and they looked all the more alluring to him for it. It was a side of her he never thought he would see, but tonight seemed like a night of many firsts, so what was one more? "Thou used thy initiative and dispelled the daemon once it became plain the balance of power had tipped out of our favour at an alarming rate. Lesser wizards would have been rendered imbecilic at that same point when you took action, and simply would have resigned themselves to serving as a cubus' eternal courtesan."

Percy simply gave a bashful laugh in response to all this praise, thinking it was unfounded, although it was certainly satisfying to hear it spoken, and especially from somebody who did not easily deal it out, though still he kept himself modest as he replied. "Aw, come off it, Silfr. I bet just about any amateur magician could have easily done just the same as I did given the chance." And he truly did believe that statement, not thinking of himself as anything exceptional and merely acting out what he thought was best, assuming that would have been the natural course of action for the majority. About to graduate though he may, Percy still had quite a lot to learn just how selfish the hearts of mortals can be.

"Even if that were so, very few in this world would have been willing to go out their way to ensure my wellbeing..." Silfr then added, sounding rather solemn in her statement, and Percy was unsure how he could respond to such a remark, having never really had a companion to comfort before like this, but he was saved the trouble when Silfr's mood took a slight shift as if she had just realised she had gone a while without putting on her airs: "Of course, I was confident the summoning could have still be salvaged even at that point hadst thou not interfered." Percy should have known better than to expect the Snjórlander leave things be on a humble note without making such a claim as her way of saving face, although even to Percy's plebian understanding, it seemed pretty plain that there was naught else either of them could have done to save the circumstances from the turn they took, and was especially doubtful Silfr did have a contingency in place when she did not actually elaborate her claim any further. Percy simply humoured her ego with an affirming nod, far too knackered to ignite any arguments this late into the night.

After this, the pair put themselves into order as best as they were able to, all things considered, though Silfr did have the foresight to bring with her several containers, and started going about the sticky business of scooping as much of the daemon's semen that was still salvageable into said containers, as she knew cubus cum to be a powerful alchemical agent several times more powerful than virgin spunk even when a good deal of it was mixed in with Percy's post-virgin seed. She carefully wiped what she could off Percy's pubis and penis, making him whimper a little as she touched around his flaccid prick that now felt so tender while she then made her assistant hold some jars under her whilst she pushed most of the hellish cum that had been in her pussy into the glass vessel, though not without an intense strain. Once concluded, they snuffed out the half-melted candles and half-burnt incense sticks before collecting them, then erased the magic circle to minimise any trace that they were even there. Once this was finished up, the two of them set forth from that godsforsaken spot by the light of a basic illumination spell and navigated their back into their dorm bunks just before the day could break.

Come the morning, the great graduation ceremony went underway; an opulent commemoration conducted with much pomp and grandeur as the university rector personally bestowed each graduate who had completed the course their well-earned credentials. Speeches were made and even a full orchestra played the university's strange alma mater anthem. It was the sort of celebration which made one to whom it was in honour for feel proud as they reflected on all their hard work and achievements to make it this far, although Percy could not help but feel those positive vibes felt somewhat lessened for him. Maybe it was simply due to being far too tired after staying up to an ungodly hour with what he had been up to the previous night, or maybe it was because none of his own family were in attendance to applaud him specifically, though this could hardly be helped seeing as they simply lived far too distant to have feasibly taken time out their lives to make the excursion just for this singular day. In fairness, he did try to mingle with his fellow graduates, although each attempt to interject in their ongoing conversations was met with zero acknowledgement, left thinking he somehow mastered the art of invisibility by accident.

Percy did find some solace in that even Silfr had decided to show face for the celebrations, albeit if only to accept her certificate, and considering she hailed from a country even more remote than his own home, he did not doubt that there was nobody from Snjórland either to witness her at this momentous moment. The ceremony left Percy with odd mixed feelings, especially as he looked little ahead of where he would be going from hereon with his newfound grasp on magic. Even though he was now free from Silfr's service, he could not help but feel a tad melancholic knowing he may full well never see her again for the rest of his life; the woman whom he had lost his virginity to, and yet was so indifferent to that fact, and even now appeared to be keeping her distance. Still though, he would not be forgetting his time studying at Ūwilazala Academy in a hurry, and in no small part due to the his indentured service to Silfr, least of all last night for the better and for the worse.

A ball soon followed, although Percy had no partner to dance with, and Silfr cared little for such social events. As soon as the first waltz had started, Silfr at last approached Percy for the first time since dawn, requesting for him to retire with her from the main atrium. Although Percy had no real obligation to follow her instructions any longer, he did so nonetheless, feeling quite out of place amongst the dancing couples, and planning to get an early night's kip anyway as he still felt weary from the previous evening's escapades. As he followed Silfr through the empty corridors of Ūwilazala Academy one last time, the young man wondered what use she might still have for him now after everything he had already undergone with her. Had she acquired a new spell at the eleventh hour and wished to test its effects on him? Was she going to sacrifice him to some sort of eldritch deity now that he had outlived his usefulness? Or maybe even one final fling for the road?

Rather anticlimactically though, Silfr simply required some assistance packing her bags for the long journey back to Snjórland she would be setting out on come the morrow. But even this mundane practice still put Percy at unease as he stood right in the very centre of the women's dormitory where men were verboten to set foot in under penalty of being turned into toadspawn, although with literally everybody else on campus currently cavorting the afternoon away elsewhere, nobody would be any the wiser to his coming or going. For as elusive of a locale it was for one of Percy's gender, he was surprised to find the room virtually identical to the men's sleeping quarters.

Few words were exchanged between the pair as they went about putting away Silfr's clothes and paraphernalia into her cases, and after getting over his initial consternation, Percy found it all to be rather ruminative for as ordinary as it was. In the time they had known each other, Silfr had opened Percy's eyes to avenues he never would have considered partaking prior, even if most of it had been only for her benefit alone, and he felt as though he had turned out to be an even more proficient and wiser wizard by her influence than he might have otherwise been without. Silfr herself seemed to have developed a sense of trust with her loyal ex-servant as well, enough to where she was comfortable with him handling her underclothes as they were put away, or at least a lot more comfortable than Percy was from the way his face flushed as he delicately held a rather dainty pair of lacy purple panties printed with black lillies! For everything they had done together though, Percy did not feel it was right for what was possibly their final meeting to end so unceremoniously, or at least without some words being said:

"You know, Silfr, I think we've really gotten to know each other quite well these last six months..." The bespectacled graduate spoke up, unable to stand the silence any longer.

"Save thy breath, McDuff." Silfr curtly cut him off without missing a beat as she was neatly folding a mantle. "Sentimentality does not become me."

"N-no, what I meant was, this doesn't have to be goodbye for good. I think we work decently well together, so I just wanted to let you know if you ever need help with anything again, just give the word and I'll come quick as can be!" He responded.

"Pray tell, what aid might thou possibly provide me from hereon?"

"Well, like if you ever need somebody around to help you conjure a cubus again...?" Percy cringed immediately after blurting out that example, merely being the one that was most fresh and prominent in his mind at the time, but he worried it made him sound like he was just seeking out excuse to have sex with Silfr - or worse, an incubus - again in the foreseeable future, but he could not rule out a partial truth to the former even subconsciously... and certain psychiatrists may even argue the latter as well at a subber conscious. There was a pause after he had brought this up though, as if Silfr was giving it some brief but sufficient thought before giving her answer:

"Inconvenient though such a notion would realistically be for the distance that would separate us, I shall certainly keep thou in the back of my mind. Should any conundrum arise for which I have need of though, I shall send correspondence for thy presence forthwith. Assistants as diligent as thou hath been are not common to come by." Percy could scarcely believe that Silfr did not outright dismiss the proposal, which he saw as a major triumph, beaming widely for the rest of that day, pleased as punch.

The day afterwards, the improbable pair of acquaintances went their separate ways, and as for what became of them? Silfr delved deeper into continuously darker developments upon returning to the relative privacy of her castle laboratory all the way back in the south of Snjórland before expanding into greater ambitions hinted at in her introductory paragraph two tales prior. Meanwhile, Percy returned to his homeland a changed man in more ways than one, and made his living plying services to anybody who could afford his modest fees, his clientele consisting primarily of ordinary working class folk seeking wards against ill health or augurs for their harvests, although he would also be employed by a minor lord or lady on occasion, and even assisted one or two local heroes on quests that have gone unsung by the world at large, but still fondly regaled in village greens and pubs of the areas they were carried out in. Percy never accomplished anything in particular to stand out, yet nobody ever had a bad word to say about him... bar the occasional noise complaint when he was deep into his own personal, volatile research.

Did Silfr and Percy ever meet again though? Well, never say never. Those in the professions of magic often cross paths with one another during their practices after all, and the wizard community of this world is not relatively large. Should anything come to light about any further encounters these two had with one another, they shall likewise be chronicled in due time.

However, for the present, there are but only two words remaining before this particular record is complete:

THE END