Mage For Sale Or Rent

(extended tags: tentacles, mind break, oral, anal, eldritch possession, demon, summoning, pegging, transformation, throatfucking, long tongue, claws, marking, crotch tattoo, nonbinary)

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Kellen placed one last stroke on the summoning circle with the chalk before tossing it aside. It made a satisfying clatter on the bare stone of the chamber. Hours of work had gone into this, a vast collection of ancient runes of summoning and warding spread out across the weathered stone floor. He stood, stretching out the sore spots on his kinked back and his eyes drifted up to see Magister Shan, leaning back on the wooden desk of the study, eyebrows arched imperiously at him.

"It's done." said Kellen. The Magister was an enigma to him, narrow, severe face framed by close cropped silver-gray hair, softened only slightly by a pair of gold rimmed spectacles that they peered over. Not Miss, or Mister, but Magister Shan, as Kellen had learned early on in their acquaintance, and he was certainly not going to argue with his teacher.

After Kellen was cast out by the Grand Academy, there were only so many options if one wanted to learn magic, to gain power over the secrets of the universe. There was so much beyond the little parlor tricks and illusions that were shown off on street corners, but it was locked away behind closed doors and aristocratic lineages. If one was a noble, they could learn, but for someone like him, that path was closed. There was no counting how many people he had bribed, how many dim and dark paths he had tread in order to find a teacher. The journey had led him here, to this cold chamber, lit only by candlelight, scraping runes from a long dead language on a bare stone floor.

When Kellen had asked for power, for knowledge, for any hint of bettering his fate, so cruelly cut off by those petty, pompous nobles at the academy, most had scoffed. A few however had heard whispers of whispers, a mysterious practitioner of forgotten arts, a master of the arcane and the occult, the Magister of the Forgotten Library. Kellen had spent countless hours tracking down those rumors, and now he stood, waiting to be judged.

"What's next?" he asked. The Magister merely tilted their head and smiled..

"Next is simple, and all too obvious, supplicant." said Magister Shan, leaning against their desk with one delicately splayed hand. "What can a mere mortal like you do to pique the interest of a sleeping god?"

"Another riddle?" Kellen frowned.

"Did you expect anything less?" replied the Magister, tapping a finger against their desk, a sturdy beast engraved with intricate whorling designs that to Kellen resembled tangled roots. Kellen sighed, this had been their relationship so far, riddle after frustrating riddle. Either the Magister was under a geas to not say anything straightforward, or more likely they just delighted in his torment. They stood like that, a predatory bird perched upon its roost, waiting, as Kellen wracked his brain, searching through their conversations, through the memory of ancient tomes plucked from grasping skeletal hands on his journey of knowledge, through spells and rituals found only in forgotten tombs.

"Fuck you." said Kellen, lifting his head.

Magister Shan laughed, throwing their head back, a mocking lilting thing that echoed across the stones. The candles ringing the room flickered, casting dancing shadows across the laden bookshelves that surrounded the open area where he had placed the circle.

"No, I mean it, fuck you." Kellen stepped forward from where they had drawn the circle, filled with a sudden boldness that belied his slight frame. "You said that this isn't a sacrifice; this is a bond, a contract, an enticement for them to take notice! If I offer blood, what comes will seek blood, and drink until I am dry as a desert, but if I offer pleasure-" his voice trailed off.

"Oh, dear little one." Magister Shan's eyes flashed as they reached up to take off their gold rimmed glasses, placing them on the desk behind. Their other hand reached up to the clasp at their cloak, plucking at the piece of metal cast in the shape of an octopus. "I cannot count how many supplicants have turned into a snack for the great one by baiting their trap with blood."

"So, so my theory was right?" asked Kellen, suddenly shy, he watched as the Magister loosened the clasp, and the dark fabric fell away, revealing that the Magister wore nothing underneath aside from strange tattoos curling like ivy around their body. His eyes lingered on their small high breasts tipped with dark areolas, seemingly framed by the design of the dark tattoo. The lines continued dowards, wrapping around their body before gathering in a curved knot around their belly button, resembling something like the head and antlers of a great deer. Then his eyes dipped lower, to where their lower lips were laid hairless and bare, pale skin shining in the candlelight, and he fought unsuccessfully against the blush that was rising within his cheeks. To Kellen, their body seemed beautiful and timeless, as if carved from marble, and he couldn't help but feel a stirring, as his cock pressed against the confines of his clothes.

"You know I can't tell you that." said Magister Shan, as they pointed downwards with a single crooked finger. "Come supplicant, test your theory, bait your trap, see if you can catch the eye of a great one without being swallowed whole."

Kellen stepped forward, entranced, falling to his knees in front of the Magister's spread legs. He leaned forwards, planting gentle kisses along the length of their bare thigh. A brief sigh from the Magister reached his ears and he dared to glance up, only to see them staring back down at him, a wry, mocking smile on their face. They reached down, warm fingers running through his soft, silky hair as they grasped at the back of his head, and guided him.

"No teasing little one. The time for that is already past." Shan's voice was a soft purr that disguised an iron will.

"Yes, Magiste-" His words were cut off as the gentle insistent pressure pushed his face against their crotch, and he had no choice but to open his mouth and start licking, tongue darting into warm, salty folds. The pressure on the back of his head was constant, and it was all he could do to try and breathe as the Magister ground his face against their pussy. As his tongue found their clit, their hips started to undulate, using him as nothing more than a sentient fucktoy. Greedy and insistent, he felt warm thighs corded with muscles press around his neck, drawing him in closer.

The Magister's juices coated his face as he continued to probe their depths with his tongue, and he couldn't help but let out a needy, eager whine as they continued to use him. His hands fumbled at his tights, trying to free his hardness from its confines, threatening to tear open the thin material as he desperately lapped at the sweet ambrosia. The Magister arched their back, cutting off Kellen's air supply, and he started to fade, letting his mind float as his vision, his world closed down into the one task set before him, one hand planted on their warm thigh, the other stroking his own aching hardness.

Suddenly, the Magister's grip tightened, fingers entwined with his hair, they pulled him back and Kellen gasped for breath, dark spots floating across the edges of his vision. Magister Shan glanced down at him, their eyes were whirling pools of darkness, their fangs shining in the moonlight, fangs that he swore weren't there a minute ago.

"Tsk, tsk. Touching yourself without permission are we?" They crooned, as they slid a bare foot up to his cock, smearing the dribble of precum that had collected around the head. Kellen moaned and his hips began to thrust reflexively as they drew back, instead gliding their foot up to his chest and pushing him back with a quick shove.

Unbalanced, Kellen fell --but instead of the impact of hard stone that he expected, he landed in the warm embrace of soft, pliant flesh. There was a moment of confused panic as he struggled to regain his footing. Magister Shan let out a mocking chuckle, dragging a finger slowly across their lower lips before tracing patterns in the air, completing the summoning.

"What? The circle!" Kellen cried out, glancing around to see that he had landed right in the middle. A strange eldritch glow surrounded the border, the ancient runes he had spent so long scribing into the stones were flashing with incandescence. Within, the summoning circle was filled with dark, writhing forms, long rubbery appendages that moved and shifted beneath him. They curled around his wrists as he attempted to push himself up, soft and slick, and yet stronger than his thin limbs could escape. He watched helplessly as they restrained him, any light body hair dissolving underneath their secretions, leaving behind sensitive, unblemished flesh.

"Poor foolish child. This is what you wanted, isn't it? An audience with eternity." The Magister's voice echoed through the chamber as his world was slowly cut off, sinking into the writhing circle of tentacles. They roamed his lithe form like a thousand seeking tongues, ripping at his clothes, seeking access to his most tender places, pulling him ever deeper. He felt himself falling through what had moments ago been a solid stone floor and was submerged into inky blackness.

Kellen thrashed as his vision was cut off, closed about by the mass of tentacles, each one trailing soft fingers across his skin. They had torn apart his tights in their eagerness, curling around his eager cock, and seeking access to his tight hole. There was a moment of resistance as one probed between his cheeks, and Kellen arched his back as it probed around his ring, slick and warm. He couldn't help it, he let out a soft gasp as it pushed against him, sliding in slowly, stretching him like nothing else, filling him like an empty vessel.

There was a rush of sudden realization as it penetrated him, he was connecting to something vast and uncaring, beyond this world, beyond this dimension, that simply, instinctively, filled the empty spaces like it was filling him. Powerful beyond belief, beyond those poor little puppets that were worshipped by men, a vast and terrible being that transcended reality, and yet slumbered in the darkness between the stars. These were mere reflexive breaths and jostles as it dreamt things unimaginable to a mind like his, he was an ant among giants, a leaf riding along the endless sea, and yet still by mere proximity, receiving its blessing, the smallest fraction of its power.

The tentacle pulsed within Kellen, rubbery flesh stretching his ass, filling him. There was the brief thought, asking how this could feel so good, which fled almost immediately as his mouth opened in a wordless exhalation of ecstasy as it found his prostate. The slick tentacle pressed against it with rippling waves of pleasure, pulsing with an unnatural strength. A galaxy of stars flashed across his vision, as the tentacle tweaked his innermost nexus of pleasure and dragged a shuddering, sudden orgasm from his body. He couldn't help but thrust his hips in rhythm, his waking mind fading as he was subsumed, one insignificant part of a greater whole as his cock dribbled and leaked, milked of its essence. The grasping tentacles left trails like flashfire across his member as they stroked him.

Kellen's conscious mind fell away, lost to the waves of pleasure that rippled through his body, leaving behind blank spaces, empty voids that the alien consciousness was all too eager to fill with its own intentions. He could lose himself in here, an eager vessel, begging to be used and filled until his frail mortal body gave out and withered to dust, time and space without meaning. The little tight wound knot of identity, that which was the little would-be mage was pried apart, stretched like his eager pulsing asshole to accept things beyond what any mortal was designed to receive. All that which made Kellen himself was suddenly laid bare, unwoven in the face of an eternity of endless, mindless ecstasy.

There was a tightness around Kellen's throat, long taloned fingers grasped him, cutting off his air, and dragging him upwards from the warm embrace of the endless black. He emerged from the infinite void, gasping and moaning, hips still thrusting weakly as the tentacle stretched his ass. He was pulled back into the candlelit chamber and saw the Magister, holding him with one well-muscled arm, their body fully transformed.

Gone were the small high tits, instead they were heaving mounds that swayed with their every movement. Dark, curving swept-back horns emerged from Magister Shan's temples, and a long, nimble tongue licked plump lips. Dark streaks wrapped around their face and body where their tattoos moved across their limbs and torso, and Kellen could see the tips of the tattoos, peeling back from their skin, creating waving tentacles that sought tender flesh.

"Do not fall so quick into the void, little morsel." Magister Shan's voice was like the echo of a lost temple, hollow and steeped in time. "It certainly seems the great one took a liking to you, but we are NOT done here."

With a motion of Shan's hand the tentacles within the circle retracted from his body with a soft slurp of suction and a pitiful whine of need from Kellen. A wave of power spread from their hand and the portal closed beneath him. Where a moment ago he hovered over a portal, now he was in the chamber again, supported by stone floors still warm and slick. He whimpered as she dropped him, his skin electric, begging to be touched like before, to be part of the vast and unfathomable dark.

There was a part of Kellen's mind that realized how close he had come to total oblivion. A grain of sand cannot withstand the ocean, and even that short time in connection with the vast entity beyond the portal had changed him. Strange connections wired themselves in his mind, shadowy thoughts and desires that had long been hidden or prepressed emerged, no longer chained by petty mortal morality or sense of shame.

Kellen watched, entranced as one of the tattoos on Magister Shan's hip writhed, the tip emerging, peeled free from pale skin, a living tentacle that wrapped itself behind their hip, around tight buttocks and emerged with a shiver from between quivering thighs. Magister Shan wiggled their hips with an excited shiver, coating it with the juices of their sex as it slid between their lower lips, until it fully emerged to stand laviciously erect in front of their crotch. They reached down with long, talon-like fingers, giving it a slow stroke as Kellen whined, mouth agape and body aching to be filled. There was no question about what he needed to do, rolling to his hands and knees, presenting his needy hole, already slick and stretched.

"So needy." Shan cooed, "So eager."

"Please." Kellen whimpered. There was little thought left, only a aching need that filled his body.

"Please what morsel? Do tell." Shan was enjoying this, the little would-be mage, presenting himself before them, his mind all but shattered by experiences beyond all mortal knowledge.

"P-please fuck me." The words came with a rush, like a river bursting through a dam.

Shan laughed, a deep throated sound that made Kellen shudder with anticipation. They stepped forward, the tip of the tentacle pressing against soft, hairless cheeks, before Shan let out a growl of satisfaction, and they slid their tentacle cock into Kellen's waiting hole. He cried out, unable to contain himself as he pushed his hips back against theirs.

"Do not forget-little morsel." Shan hissed, and he felt a strong hand on the back of his neck, pushing his face into the ground, controlling him effortlessly. The thought of it made Kellen shiver, like it was the most natural thing in the world to be used like this, a vessel for lust, a willing cocksleeve. "Do not forget exactly who is in charge here."

The tentacle cock pushed further into Kellen's ass and he moaned as Shan began to thrust in and out. His leaking cock swung back and forth, slapping against his stomach as they pumped into him. Each thrust with the writhing tentacle hitting him in places he hadn't known existed before, the member curling to bump and scrape against his prostate. A thin line of cum dripped from the head of his cock, forced out of him by the relentless assault, spattering into a slowly growing pool underneath their heaving bodies as he felt his own body changing, shifting, becoming more pliable, transformed by the eldritch power it had been exposed to. There should have been pain, he thought, but no, there was only pleasure to be had, pleasure and an endless need.

"F-f-fucckk meee." Kellen's pitiful whines only encouraged Shan to thrust harder, his words fading into incoherent panting. He turned his head to the side, gasping, drool slipping from his plump lips. There was nothing else now, only the hand on his neck and cock in his ass, vision and sound all faded away to a mere echo compared to the uncontrollable sensations that ran through his body.

The hand on Kellen's neck moved up, grasping, pulling at his loose, sweat-slicked hair by its roots. Shan pulled him up, arching his back like a hunting bow as they fucked him. He squealed, letting out a high-pitched noise like an animal in heat, before they turned his face to theirs, pressing eager lips to eager lips. His tongue entwined with theirs, wrestling with each other for a brief moment at least, but theirs was impossibly long and thick, it pushed aside his efforts, and slid down his throat. He gagged for a moment, his eyes clouding with sudden tears before his body adapted to the foreign presence pushing into him from both ends, their tongue bulging out his throat obscenely, fucking his throat like the tentacle fucked his ass. It should have been uncomfortable, but his mind was too far gone with bliss to register, his nerves were left sensitive and tingling wherever the Magister's saliva touched..

Shan continued, pace increasing as Kellen's mind drifted away, losing itself to the pleasure, the stretched feeling of his ass, the pressure in his cock as it leaked cum, the sensation of hard claws scraping against his scalp, the tension in his back. He was being ridden like a horse, with only the open path before him, only the rhythm of the run mattered now.

After what seemed like an eternity Shan pulled back their tongue, leaving Kellen gasping and whimpering, his own eyes glazed as he peered at them. Their eyes were black orbs surrounding a golden slitted pupil, dark and immeasurable, like the endless void of stars that he longed to return to, where he was but a single speck of sand in a vast sleeping ocean, a vessel for their endless desire.

"Cum for us. Seal the pact." Shan whispered. Their words were like an electric jolt straight to his brain, and Kellen came with an explosion of pleasure. Arcing streams of cum splattering across ancient runes that glowed with an eldritch power. His cock pulsed in rhythm with their thrusts, back arched as the tentacle writhed and pulsed, filling him with divinity before it withdrew. The curved, muscled body of its length teasing at the edges of his well-stretched ring as it left him, unfilled but not empty. His body was lowered down to the stone floor, and he could do little more than let out a soft moan as those taloned fingers withdrew from his hair, leaving a burning set of scratches down his neck and back as they traced their way down the line of his spine.

"Good boy." Shan's voice was soft and dark, like ancient manuscripts locked away in a forgotten tomb. He could do little more than lay there on the stone floor as Shan stepped back. They were changing again, tentacles becoming once more nothing more than tattoos, horns receding into silver hair, eyes the color of stone and steel instead of flames against the night sky.