Arilyn woke up with a jolt while throat-moaning from a violent climax that had happened in her sleep. Lust pulsed all over her body and it took only seconds to realize most of it did not come from her. It oozed through her door even as no sounds were coming from outside.
"That better not be some damn pervert jerking off to me, or he will... suffer," Arilyn mused and got up to put on her green robe as she wore nothing while sleeping. Then she reached for the door handle only to realize it was held shut by something that was not the lock. Tingle of foreign magic pulsed against her skin but it had not been set up to attack her, only to hold the sturdy wooden door in place.
Unless there was some bound demon set up to maintain the barrier on the door, it would not last long so Arilyn thought it was just some prank due to the oozing lust on the other side. So she flashed a smile and focused her magic to boost her body. If someone wanted to fuck on the corridor, she at least wanted to see them just to call them perverts.
With one focused hit, Arilyn broke the wood around the lock and stepped out to inspect the corridor. She froze for a moment to notice two big red demons with golden cock rings. Both looked like magi that had been fully taken over by their seals. And they wasted less time to think and charged Arilyn like they were guarding the doors.
"This better not be Irene, I'm going to gut her if she blames this on me," Arilyn flared and sent both of the charging brutes flying with a telekinetic blast. Then she went to one of the closed doors and kicked it open before the demons had the time to recover.
Elidyr had been sitting on his bed with spread legs. His icy white eyes dilated even as the blue succubus kneeling on her knees did not seem to notice. She wore the golden collar of a regular bound demon.
Arilyn shouted at her senior magus as loud as she could but he was unable to hear her. Though that fact alone was enough to make him realize something was off. Not to mention a moment later one of the purple brutes on the corridor charged Arilyn from the side. It triggered Elidyr to stand up and roll down his blue robe, and he left the succubus pout on the floor of his room like a pet that had not been fed.
The air pulsed cold in the corridor and the demonic creature Arilyn sent flying the second time was caged into the wall by several bursts of living ice. The blue tendrils seemingly manifested from thin air to bind the victim.
"How many times it has to be told, if you want to play rough, just ask me," Elidyr mused while incapacitating the second demon. He had already recognized that both of them were magi that had been taken over by their seals.
"I did not do this, I don't have the ability to do what was done to the doors," Arilyn protested. "Not to mention someone has put cursed cock rings on them."
"Hmm, that indeed seems to be the case... fascinating," Elidyr mused and leaned closer to look at the base of the red bloated cock next to him. He clearly did not worry about the creature getting free from his magic.
"I can tell there are more than these two out there just from the lust, we should do something about them," Arilyn voiced as her senior kept focusing on the ring.
"So we should, you go inform Vulas, I will see how many of our colleagues are still useful on this floor," Elidyr instructed and blasted the first door open with a pulse of ice-cold air. Arilyn did not stay to see what he discovered and instead jolted towards the stairs. Vulas had his personal laboratory and living quarters in the dungeons under the academy.
Arilyn ignored the two more possessed magi on the ground floor and simply boosted her body to rush underground. Nothing seemed odd to her while she went down the stairs but then she stepped through a weird barrier in her hurry. She was immediately assaulted by external magic that intruded into her body. It oozed around her with strength that was far stronger than a six-seal demon but still not as terrifying as Fibular's magic.
Fire burst around Arilyn as she tried to push back the enemy she had not even identified. But her flames were quickly consumed while a green mass formed around her. It flowed along her skin with rapid speed to cover most of her body. Only her head was left outside the pressuring entity.
"Hello there," a creepy feminine voice of demonic origin rang in Arilyn's head. It took her several seconds to realize that it was the mass around her that was the source of the words.
"You do taste delicious, I could tell you were coming, too bad there is another use to you than to be given to me," the demon voiced while Arilyn's seals burned to resist the intrusion of a stronger magic than she could handle. Though the slimy creature was not even attempting to imprint its seal, but just being close to it was too much for the four-seal to endure with ease.
When the green demon took its first step, Arilyn realized she was literally trapped within its body. Her legs moved with it and her hands were pressed into her sides in a way that made it clear her robe had dissolved.
The sensation of the creature suddenly starting to run confused Arilyn almost more than anything else. Like her legs moved in the slime without touching anything and the feeling compared to a more disgusting version of floating. It was clear that the demon was some kind of slime variant but the elf apprentice had never read anything about one so powerful.
When the running stopped Arilyn was too dizzy to focus her eyes for a moment. But a familiar voice pulled her into the moment.
"I see the abomination's favorite slut has arrived," Irene voiced while leaning to a wall in her usual purple robe.
"Huh?" Arilyn uttered while she realized they were in front of the main vault of the academy. Everything the archmagus was simply storing for various reasons was locked behind the large metal door. Though the layered door was currently being brutalized by a hulking blue demon that was at least as strong as the one trapping Arilyn. Though her ability to sense it was being overloaded by the sheer quantity of powerful magic.
"Just how many times did you throat that brute to get him to do a two-seal a favor?" Arilyn asked with a delayed retort. Even if she wanted to say so many other not polite things, she managed to stop herself to not agitate the stronger demons any more than necessary.
"Definitely not as many times as you have done that to those way weaker than him, but that is beside the point. You are here simply to be the cherry on top," Irene grinned and pointed towards a host of red imps that were hunching in the corner of the room. They were clearly even more afraid of the two stronger demons than Arilyn was.
"When that abomination comes back, all he will see is a host of imps fucking his favorite whore," Irene explained. "Who has been driven insane by her four lust seals screaming for magic."
"I did not know you cared so much about me to put this much effort just to toy with me," Arilyn said.
"Don't overvalue yourself, you are just the abomination's holster, though he might even prefer you mentally broken," Irene voiced and at that moment Arilyn really hoped Fibular had just used his departure as bait. And the trap would trigger at any moment. Especially since she realized that one of the reasons her seals were screaming with lust was that they were being drained of magic by the slime demon.
"You know, I thought of just getting a five-seal demon to forcefully imprint a seal on you, but that was a bit too generic and would ruin your elven aesthetics," Irene kept talking like she had some list she wanted to go through of all the things she wanted to say.
"You do know the archmagus does not like his things being touched?" Arilyn asked. The demon ripping the metal plates of the vault door was at least halfway through.
"You think that old scum really cares? He barely knows anything that is going on in his tower," Irene shrugged. "Once he comes back, the only thing left in this tower is a pile of demons playing with your body."
Arilyn really wanted to yell at Irene about how big of a piece of shit she was, but the redhead elf just gritted her teeth. There was no longer calm nothingness in Irene's eyes but odd eagerness like she wanted Arilyn to explode with anger.
"I guess you are at least smart enough to know when you are defeated," Irene shrugged. "Give her to the imps."
"Time for us to part... pity, you are delicious," the slime demon voiced and dug out Arilyn from its body to drop her to the floor. Some of the magic-consuming green ooze was still wrapped around her limbs to lock her to the ground.
At first, none of the muscular imps dared to approach Arilyn but then the brute tearing the vault door got through. He did the forced passage through it only barely enough to fit his leathery body before he pushed through. But it was more than big enough for Irene to follow him and for Arilyn to see their backs on the other side.
The moment the slime creature that assumed a feminine shape that reminded Arilyn of her own went after the other two, the red imps charged the bound elf to rub their cocks into her. They looked and felt so painfully hard that it was clear they were not allowed to climax by their rings.
Arilyn gritted her teeth while one of the imps tried to lift her head to ram his cock in but she kept pressing her teeth shut. And the imps that were trying to fight over her ass were too evenly matched to get time to even attempt inserting.
"So that is what you wanted, interesting," a familiar but eerie voice echoed from the vault but Arilyn barely saw what was happening.
The chair close to the vault entrance shifted and took the shape of Fibular the moment Irene tried to pick up a large silver sphere from a pedestal. Though he did not stop transforming and took the form of a large purple brute that was big enough to block Arilyn's view into the vault. Though it did not scare away the imps and they simply tried to climax with even more desperation.
The blue demon that had torn open the vault charged at Fibular who took the attack head-on. Purple energy pulsed around the archmagus' muscular body while the wrestling contest began. But no matter how hard the attacking demon tried, he barely managed to push Fibular from the breached door. Though the struggle was enough of a distraction for the green goo to lunge itself on the combatants.
While the purple energy was not properly absorbed by the slime it was definitely enough to dim it. Though the oozing layer on top of him did not seem to bother Fibular that much as he tackled the blue demon to the floor.
In the next moment, Irene lunged herself over the archmagus and the green slime helped her slide out of the vault. Though she seemingly froze near Arilyn as shadows intensified around her.
"I don't think you were permitted to leave," Vulas voiced while his body emerged from the shadows at the far end of the room. He did so with an odd style that was made more disturbing by his white robe that had golden linings.
Irene was unable to even open her mouth and she simply held the silver sphere with grit that almost matched the one Arilyn had before. A purple electric pulse suddenly evaporated the green slime holding Arilyn still along with the cock rings on the imps. An explosion of thick cum blasted the redhead even as the imps faded into nothingness in seconds. She absorbed the seed as fast as she could even as it was barely enough to sate her for a few moments
"So you really came for that," Fibular mused and stood up while crushing the head of the blue demon until he evaporated into the oblivion he had come from.
"The great king of demons must have promised you many things," Fibular voiced while he walked to face Irene with his demonic purple face. Just one tap from him turned the silver sphere into dust like it had never been real.
"Put her to my favorite cell," Fibular grinned and Vulas only nodded to slide Irene down a corridor with his shadows. He soon followed her.
