It was late.
Tom hadn't encountered a single soul on his walk through campus. That was weird. There should have been at least a few people out, not that Tom blamed them. A sense of foreboding and dread seemed to hang over the school like a cloud. The street lights seemed dimmer, the shadows longer and darker. The patches of complete darkness were like a bottomless void ready to swallow up the unknowing traveler. The inky blackness of the night seemed to sink into every pore of his body, infecting his sanity.
You could hear none of the usual, lively sounds that come with a lot of people living in a small area. The campus was dead silent. The silence was like a physical presence all around him. Tom wondered if the mood on campus was Shyira's doing. A not so subtle suggestion that tonight was a good night to stay in and watch a movie. It would certainly provide the necessary privacy for Tom's first ever summoning lesson.
It was under this atmosphere that Tom found himself sitting in the first row of a deserted lecture hall, waiting for his inhuman instructor to begin the lesson.
Shyira apparently took the role of "summoning teacher" seriously and was dressed for the part. Tom wasn't sure you could call Shyira's clothing a teacher's outfit, more of a slutty teacher's costume. Her pencil skirt was cut too short and slit too far up her shapely thigh to be considered school appropriate. Her white blouse was tied at the bottom to expose her flat stomach and had enough buttons undone at the neck line to make the garment almost pointless at containing her ample bust. She completed the look with her ash blond hair held in a tight bun with a pair of pencils and a set of black framed glasses perched on the end of her nose.
"Alright baby warlock, let's get started."
She made walking in fuck-me heels look elegant as she moved around the circumference of the summoning circle drawn on ground. A piece of chalk, held at the end of her tail, waved lazily as she spoke.
"Basic summoning magic is all about concentration. Your magic does all of the work, the circle merely directs and guides the flow of power to achieve the desired effect. Standard summoning circles are a two ring design."
She paused and looked at him to make sure he was paying attention before continuing her explanation. Not like he could look away. Tom's eyes hadn't left her since she walked into the room. Shyira was always beautiful but tonight she took it to a whole another level. Something he would never admit to was having a serious teacher fetish. Growing up a geek meant that the only women who ever paid him any attention or looked upon intelligence as anything but a negative, were his teachers. One teacher in particular, his senior English teacher, Ms. Anderson, used to wear her hair the exact same way.
"The inner ring is the 'barrier ring.' It counters the magic of the being you're summoning, keeping it contained. The inner ring is powered by your own magic, so the strength of the being you can summon is dependent on the strength of the summoner."
"Sounds dangerous."
"It is, which is why we'll keep it simple for today," she said. In a mock baby voice, she added, "something soft and fluffy for my itty bitty baby warlock."
Tom's face reddened slightly at her teasing, earning him a quiet chuckle and a wink.
"Are you ever going to stop calling me that?"
Tom wasn't sure he liked being called "baby warlock," since he had spent the last several years of his adolescence trying to be recognized as anything other than a kid.
"Only if you let me call you master."
Tom sighed.
"I don't feel like much of a master around you."
"You will," she said, unconcerned.
"How do you know? What if I'm just not cut out for this?"
"But you are, I can feel it. The day will come when you will have complete mastery of your surroundings and all who inhabit them."
"How will I know when that day comes?"
"For starters," she said, looking at him to emphasize the point, "when your first instinct when I mouth off to you is to bend me over your knee and give me a good thrashing."
Shyira smiled. Tom snorted.
Not likely, he thought. She wasn't the type to be bent over anyone's knee, much less his own. Shyira turned back to the circle and began pointing with her tail.
"Now the outer ring, on the other hand, prevents outside magic from entering the summoning circle, magic that might be used by the being inside to break through the inner ring. So I guess you could say its purpose is to strengthen the inner ring, preventing the spell from encountering outside interference."
"The pentagram in the middle is used for... actually the pentagram in the middle doesn't do anything. It's meant to look cool, I guess. More frivolous nonsense wizards have added over the years, to a perfectly usable summoning circle. It's in the book so we'll draw it anyway."
That was another thing, with the derogatory way Shyira spoke about other wizards, Tom could never imagine her submitting herself to one.
Wizard? Warlock? He wasn't sure what the difference was and Shyira seemed to use them interchangeably. Something to ask her later.
The irritated way she cocked her hip while speaking wasn't helping his concentration. Almost the entirely of her leg was now outside the slit in her skirt, showing the long, smooth, reddish skin of her thigh. The tension put on the fabric of the skirt caused the material to press into her pussy.
She isn't wearing panties, he thought, his breath quickening.
"Explaining the next part of the ritual would be easier if we had a target in mind. But what should we summon?" Her tail held the chalk like a hand would hold a pencil. As she thought she lightly tapped the chalk against her lush, full, soft, gorgeous li-.
Concentrate.
The last thing he needed was to miss some critical detail that might keep him from getting killed. Plus, he actually did want to learn something today. Most of the last month, since getting back from the cabin, had been spent engaging in some form of sex. The lust of a succubus was never satisfied. Hell, he didn't even know the names of some of the things they had been doing. You can bet if Shyira noticed him looking at her like that, she wouldn't hesitate to jump at the opportunity to fuck him.
"Do you need the chalk for something?"
Tom winced. Shyira looked at him with an expression of amusement, peppered with something hungrier.
"Or are you just thinking of something else white you'd like to get all over my lips?" She said. "If you were in the mood all you had to ask."
"Shyira..."
"
I
wish you would stop calling me that. You could come up with an affectionate nickname for me, you know."
She walked over to where he was sitting. Leaning over the desk, she wrapped her arms around his neck The angle gave him a perfect angle down her shirt. Shyira looked into his eyes and smiled. They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul. Outside of sex, there were few things in life more intimate than locking eyes with another person. The effect on him was immediate.
"W-what like Shy?"
She loved how he still got flustered around her. You would think with everything they'd been doing together that he would have calmed down around her by now. He may not be a virgin anymore but he still acted like one at times.
"Or demon bitch, fuck toy, whore, cum bucket," she giggled, "you know, something cute."
He couldn't tell if she was being serious or was just teasing him. Probably both, he thought.
