Kink University Ch 30 Sex Fight

Chapter 30 - Sex Fight!

When I truly awoke in the morning, it was not as gentle or even as sexual an event as I had expected. It was to an explosion, followed by horrific banging! My eyes shot open, and I looked around frantically for what had happened. It was surreal to find the wooden door folded in half by the stove-splinters filling the room. Where the door had been was a smoking crater.

Aamalyn was up in an instant-pulling away the ribbons that had kept me bound through the night.

As soon as I was able, I was jumping out of bed and trembling as I waited to see what was happening.

Aamalyn was not nearly so passive. She reached for a box under her bed, grabbed a handful of ball-bearings, and donned her previously bundled robe of the Non-sorcerer.

A familiar figure entered the room-the naga who had taken me away to add to his collection. The one Aamalyn had called Jagras. He was armed with his ornate walking cane and carried a grimace. Almost as if he couldn't believe he was here. He looked between us-myself and Aamalyn-and finally spoke. "There's my cow-human. And the Non-sorcerer who took her in the first place. Honestly, I was surprised not to find your prize already being auctioned off. But that you kept her ... in a place like this. I nearly didn't believe it when word came to me."

"Yes, my prize," Aamalyn said, disguising her voice as she did so. "And don't think for a moment that I can't break you in half like I did your guards and farmhands."

"See, there are two issues with that," the naga said, twirling his cane between both hands as it began to let out sparks. "First, I rather need your prize back. It seems my ceratopsian ponygirl was rather taken with her. While I can't say I like it when my things are taken from me, I know the nature of this place. It's an inevitability that we all have to deal with. But two of my rarest possessions in one day is a loss that a collector such as myself would be remiss not to try to rectify."

Did that mean ... Namali had escaped? An unexpected relief washed over me, though I now worried about her being alone and even more so about whatever she might have thought happened to me.

"Second," the naga continued. "I like my chances against anyone who cannot wield magic."

"Do you, now?" Aamalyn asked. With a sudden and elegant whip of her arm, I saw a familiar glint as the ball bearings were launched at the naga.

The naga made a wide sweep with his staff. And while he could not have possibly deflected all the projectiles-the arc of electrical energy seemed to catch the bits of metal and sent them flying in every other direction in a chaotic charge of raw power.

Aamalyn and I both dove for cover as the attack blew holes through the ceiling and walls that light then poked through.

The naga broke out into a hissy laugh, seeming completely unconcerned with us.

Aamalyn and I looked at each other from the ground. Then, she glanced over at the longer of the pink ribbons resting on the ground. Barely extending her hand, she caused the fabric to begin wriggling.

I wasn't sure how helpful this would be. It was encouraging that her magic was back, but I didn't see what that could do for us against some rich jerk with his overpowered magical artifact that probably could have defended him against actual bullets. Not to mention that he could incapacitate us just by hitting somewhere in our vicinity, like when I had tried to fight him the first time.

However, the ribbon did not move to the naga. Rather, it slithered up to me-looping around my neck and tying itself into a non-slip little bow.

Aamalyn smiled and pointed at where the wounds had been from the boner attack. I wasn't sure what she meant...and began to panic when she stood confidently over me-fully exposed to attack. She folded her arms, seeming entirely unconcerned with what was happening. Then she gave my makeshift leash a little tug so that I was on my knees beside her.

Aamalyn looked at the naga and said, "Unfortunately for you, the prize I took from you happens to be a good attack cow. What need do I have for magic when I have a vicious little sorcerer at my feet?"

Suddenly, the position that she had put me in made all the sense in the world. While the naga let out a laugh and said something else in reply, I was lost to it. Because I was already focused-focused on circulating my arousal between myself and the goddess standing over me with my leash in hand. Even with her disguise, I knew and could visualize the person underneath. The smoothness of her dark, speckled skin. The hair rising and tied like a powerful volcano spilling over. Her authenticity of self ... beginning to learn who she was and loving herself for it. And when she lifted her bare foot and placed it possessively on my shoulder, I felt a power spike between us.

I glared at the cane that the naga held, the only true threat here. The trauma-bubble in my head shot out from me and caught the artifact-thrashing it wildly at the ground with a crack.

The naga's eyes widened as light emerged from the center of the cane-spreading through it like a splinter in glass. Sparks emerged and cascaded from it with a wave of energy that sent the naga flying out the doorless entrance to the shack.

Aamalyn and I just stood there, speechless for a moment-eventually glancing between one another with unbelieving expressions. It lasted until we heard a raspy breath shout, "Bring ... both of them ... to me ... in collars!"

Aamalyn led me to the entrance, where we glanced out to see nearly two-dozen uniformed individuals on either side of the naga's familiar chariot and hitched ponygirls. To one side were individuals of various genders wearing very sharp butler tuxedos, exactly like the orc who managed the naga's estate. To the other side were an equal variation of individuals wearing maid outfits. All of the members of both groups were staring at us, channeling fireballs, arcs of electricity, swirls of chains and ropes.

Such were my feelings of being overwhelmed that I momentarily lamented how unfair it was that they got to enhance their magic with maid uniforms. I shook my head, doubting that they would resolve the issue out of any spirit of fairness.

Aamalyn was the first to come to her senses and pull me out of the doorway right as a coil of rope whipped at the spot I had been standing. We retreated to the opposite end of the house. I crouched and covered myself, having no idea as to how we were going to escape that many people.

Then came a shaking from the opposite end of the shack. Aamalyn and I barely had the time to dive into the center of the room before the wall crumbled to give way to two figures-a very large and very small one. When the dust settled, I realized that I recognized both scale-covered figures. It was Mr. Spleck and Namali!

Despite myself, I dashed toward them and threw my arms around the both of them. When I did, Namali took me entirely into her arms, picked me up, and put me behind her. I had to crane my head around her in confusion to see that Mr. Spleck now looked entirely different-with thick cherotin spikes like daggers poking out of his flesh and maid dress. His wrath was aimed at Aamalyn ... still dressed in occluding robes as the Non-sorcerer.

Aamalyn, for her part, just stood there as if she couldn't move.

"Wait!" I said, trying to hush my tone to help Namali's sensitivities while also trying to be sure that I was heard. "She's on our side ... she is now, anyways. But the people who captured me before are the ones outside. They're trying to recapture me to get to Namali."

Namali looked down at me, seeming unsure.

Mr. Spleck, however, paused and then walked past Aamalyn to look out the door. He narrowly dodged a fireball that went over his head. He turned back to me, still fully spiked up, "Then we'd better hope the others get here soon."

The others?

"Of course we did!" exclaimed yet another familiar voice. This time, I knew immediately who it belonged to.

Namali released me and I turned around to see Mystery there-rushing ahead of Caid to hug me. They said, "You should have told me that you were going to go on an epic, super-dangerous quest! You know I wouldn't have let you come alone."

"It wasn't exactly my initial plan," I replied, letting them squeeze me too tightly and feeling comforted by that.

"Are you sure? Because this really seems like it's becoming a habit," spoke the familiar voice of Faublien. I looked up to see him riding atop Boros-who himself just had a relieved expression on his face when he looked at me. I also noted the slight rope marks patterned all over Boros's body, and I smiled, glad that he and Faublien had clearly had a good time.

Behind them were Bubbles and Freja, who both gave friendly waves in our direction. Bubbles spoke up first, "Hope you don't mind us crashing the party. We heard you might have been in danger, and we weren't going to leave a fellow student like that. Also ... Boros and Caid are pretty invested in the emotional wellbeing of your companions, if you know what I mean."

I smiled and nodded at them appreciatively. Again, they were too perfect for my tastes, but I was glad that they cared for my friends.

Last behind the lot was the small, green figure I'd missed most of all. Unlike the others, however, she did not rush up to greet me. No, she was staring down at the ground ... almost like she wished to be buried beneath it. I could see her eyes welling from a dozen feet away. Daava opened her mouth to speak, shut it, and then tried again, "Lilly, I'm so ..."

I ran to her and picked her up off the ground as I pressed my face into hers. Tears of release welled in my eyes, and I let out a sob into her shoulder. I said, "I'm glad you're okay ... I was so worried."

"Me too," Daava said, her own voice also cracking.

There was more to say, but I suddenly found myself and Daava being slung over Namali's shoulder. I was confused until I saw a lightning bolt hit the place where I had been standing. I looked around to see that the maids and butlers had made a perimeter around the entire house now. We were all soon inside-which was far too cramped for all of us. I realized that even with the extra help, things weren't looking good. I might have found myself with an anxiety attack at not knowing what I could possibly do, were it not for one unexpectedly authoritative voice in the room.

Mr. Spleck was pacing up the center of the house, barking orders in the most unexpectedly polite manner possible. "Miss Non-sorcerer, kindly arm yourself with every last trick you have stashed away. If I'm not mistaken, I believe I smell some explosives coming from under your bed. Prepare them, kindly. Miss Namali, grab that table and use it as a shield; I don't want anyone getting hurt and you'll facilitate that goal for us. Thank you. Students I don't really know because you're always out doing heroics and whatnot, gather up and make a plan of attack for flanking the enemy once the rest of us charge. Mr. Faublien, keep watch. Be sure to keep your form particularly liquid so that attacks go through you. Also, enchant everything you possibly can in our favor. Mystery, make the mood in here as sensual as you can get it. Miss Daava, your job is to keep an eye on Lilly, because we all know her propensity for getting into trouble. And finally, Lilly ... follow your gut and get into all the trouble you can." He smiled.

I smiled back and nodded. It wasn't as specific a task as I would have normally liked, but improvising had become a strategy I was increasingly comfortable with.

It wasn't long before a chain shot into the room from the front entrance-wriggling around blindly. Namali grabbed the table and then used it as a buffer as she dove on top of the attacking strands of metal. She rode out the attack until the chain fell limp.

"Fireballs!" Faublien shouted just as one of them went through his liquid form, gurgling his speech. However, it gave everyone just enough time to get down. The fireballs did, however, catch various parts of the room on fire.

"We're bare pricks under a flock of starving corvids, here!" Aamalyn shouted, pulling two orbs with fuses in them. I was afraid that these were traditional bombs until I noticed residue fall from them. These were more like ... gunpowder bath bombs. Meaning no shrapnel, to my immense relief. Aamalyn took aim at the front door with one of them. "I'm clearing us a way out."

We all nodded, and Caid's crew gathered at the hole in the back of the house, where I supposed they planned to flank from.

Aamalyn closed her eyes for a moment, and then opened them with fiery intensity. When she did, the smallest two flames appeared, right over the fuses. She tossed both bombs out of the front door, to a response of fearful shouting outside. We all covered our ears before two small explosions rattled the burning shack.

Namali, with table still in hand, led the charge for our team out the front door. I saw just as the table caught the edges of the door, and I nearly said something to warn her. But Namali's strength just led to the sides of the table being snapped off as she effortlessly made her way through.

We were all just barely out, with dirt from the explosion providing visual cover, when magic streaked through the dust. Most of it missed, but an arc of lightning and a chain did hit the table Namali used to shield us.

Mr. Spleck jumped effortlessly onto Namali's shoulder, twirled in the air so that his maid skirt opened elegantly, and then unleashed a barrage of spikes at our opponents. I watched in awe at the precision of his spikes catching loose coats and skirts-pinning those wearing them to the ground.

At first, the targets of this attack seemed a bit scared. But after realizing they had not been impaled in the unsexy way, they seemed relieved enough to sit back for a moment and breathe. If anything, some of them seemed a little aroused by the situation and aimed their now-amplified projectiles at Mr. Speck as he danced around them.

When two of the butlers in tighter clothing tried to free their companions, it was Daava who acted first. She took her covered groin in one hand and extended the other at the larger of the two. At first, nothing happened. But then I saw two black orbs appear side-by-side. These were the same as what she had used to spy on the faculty, only these were a bit wider.

One of the maids suddenly rose from the ground and was sucked into the portal at incredible speed, disappearing entirely for a moment before reappearing in the second orb. This second one shot her out like a living projectile at her companion, so they were both sent careening together along the ground. Instead of retaliating or standing back up, the two of them began to make out quite unexpectedly. As they did, some sort of pink bubble appeared around them. I wondered if this wasn't some kind of shield.

I turned to see Faublien holding one end of his enchanted rope. On the other end was a butler, squirming to try to get away. It didn't take long to notice that both parties here were aroused as well.

I finally saw the orc in the tuxedo who managed the naga's estate. He had left his employer's side and was charging at Namali with a collar in hand.

Namali caught sight of him and fell into her familiar horse-stance. I could feel the waves of magic emanating from her as she remained unmoved by the impact of the huge orc against her shield. She then scooped him up with it, swung him over her head, and slammed him into the earth. Looking at him, she gave a smug grin.

Finally, I glanced in the direction of the naga. I expected him to be furious, screaming at his subordinates. Instead, he was watching almost voyeuristically, grinning wildly at the battle he had instigated.

Finally, like a light switch, everything suddenly made sense in my mind. This world ... and all the people in it ... they were not the world I'd known! Without a second thought, I ran over to the naga.

I heard Daava shout my name when I approached, but I just turned to her and gave her ... at least a half-way determined look.

The naga seemed surprised and aimed a palm at me-sparks dancing between his fingers.

However, I shook my head, lifted my hands, and said, "Hi ... my name is Lilly."

The naga's previous performative battle-stance dropped almost instantly. He shook his head, stood up straight, and replied, "Uhm, my name is Jagras ... Lord of the North-eastern estate." He seemed taken off-guard, which I found encouraging.

I nodded. "Nice to meet you. I ... I wanted to check something, if you don't mind. Before I came to this world, I was kind of just a teacher ... not even a main one or a backup one. One that just helped on topics that students were having trouble with. What about you?"

Jagras scratched the back of his head and replied, "I guess you would call me an event planner. For festivals and the like, I organized venues, contracted artists, and just made sure everything went smoothly."

"That's really neat," I replied, and did my best at a friendly smile. "I think ... I think I didn't quite understand you before now. My old world was a lot darker a place ... with people dressed and living like you do now hurting people."

At this, Jagras's eyes widened, and he shook his head vigorously. "No, I understand. In my world, there were those people as well. Those of highborn lineages who claimed the gods blessed their attainment of wealth and power. I ... was certainly never one of them. But when I came to this world, I found that ... pretending to be like them was fun, arousing even. And there were so many people living here that were equally aroused to pretend and play the part of servants or captured prisoners. I'll admit, I sometimes lose myself in the fantasy a little bit. Especially with the gains to my abilities and trying to impress this sorceress I met later on. But I guess I always just saw all this as an extravagant event for me to coordinate."

"That makes sense," I replied, letting out a breath I hadn't even known I had been carrying. "I think I brought my baggage here and didn't realize that this really is a different world. And ... I think I lost myself in the fantasy too much as well."

Jagras furrowed his scaled brow and then let out a concerned gasp. "I ... didn't hurt you or anything, did i? I just thought because you were in this town and looking defiant ... I thought you wanted a villain and ... had I realized that you didn't want to-" He seemed to be stammering now, seeming quite ashamed.

I lifted a hand and shook my head. "Honestly, your event coordination helped me a lot, and it let me meet a really good friend. Unfortunately, I think the separateness of Kink University and the Other Place has given way to some misconceptions."

Jagras tapped his chin and nodded. "I'll admit, the University does make me think of the religious zealots of my world who shamed what they considered abnormal expressions of self. I ... have found myself rather afraid to ever visit the people there, if I'm being completely honest. Meeting you and having this talk, I think maybe I brought some baggage with me as well."

I smiled. "Would you like to ... maybe help me coordinate some social gatherings so that maybe our two found homes could put some of that stuff aside?"

Jagras smiled back. "I would like that. I ... truly do apologize if I made you feel unsafe at any point. I'll admit, I was having a little too much fun in my role."

I laughed. "I get startled from just about everything, real or imaginary. And I would continue this play, especially since everyone seems to be having fun. But I have to get back to the University. I came here to work on my magic and a cure for the sickness spreading among the goblins of Crudehook."

Jagras's eyes opened dramatically at the realization. "I'd heard about it. Several of us have wanted to help, but Crudehook won't talk to us. Understandable, given their history of mistreatment. We'd heard the only reason they talk to the University is because they have a student ambassador who-" he glanced over my shoulder to where Daava was standing. Again, his surprise was quite dramatic, and I was beginning to find it to be an endearing quality about the man.