Chapter 9 - Dayna
The air in her study reeked with the metallic tang of ozone and the pungent odour of sulfur. Dayna and Gomp had just rematerialized and were standing in the portal circle in the centre of the dark room. The elven mage's cunt and asshole still tingled from the heavy use they'd received during her visit to the outer hells. She directed Gomp to light some candles and put her gear away while she tottered over to the comfortable chair in front of her desk and collapsed into it.
Before she had departed, the Duke had given her a name and a hint of what that individual was searching for. The succubus Gaermeon was seeking a Thaean artifact that would permit her to influence vast numbers of people. Something that would help her spread her influence over a broad geographical area. Dayna turned the puzzle over in her mind. Magical banners and musical instruments abounded, used by numerous armies and mercenary companies to boost the morale and fighting prowess of their soldiers, but these were simple devices, pre-enchanted and lacking the ability to be a conduit for the bearer's will. Enchanted articles of clothing and armour were a possibility - crowns of command, amulets of influence and the like, but Dayna dismissed these too; their range was limited to line of sight, generally, and it would take significant power to make them affect a population to the degree the Duke spoke of. No, it had to be something else. Dayna needed an expert on Thaean artifacts. Luckily, the University of Drasich was just the place to find one. Unfortunately, that meant she would have to visit Professor Fantig.
Professor Fantig was one of the oldest human professors in the university. Head of the Arcane History department, the old man was a despicable lech. Rumours abounded as to his improper methods and complaints from students regarding abuses of his position of power. Regrettably, the old codger knew both his history and how to work the internal politicking of the university. He was tenured and, utilizing an encyclopedic knowledge of the university's regulations, had managed to dodge and downplay the worst of any accusations of improper behaviour. Dayna shuddered at what he would ask for in return for a favour.
The tall elf stood and crossed her study to the door that led to her sleeping quarters. Trying to ignore Gomp's lascivious gaze as she dressed for bed, Dayna grimaced at the thought of meeting with the despicable old teacher. But that would have to wait for tomorrow. With a sigh, the mage climbed under her soft duvet and was quickly shuttled off to sleep in its warm embrace.
"I dunno why you don't like the guy," said Gomp, looking up at his master's glum face. "He seems alright to me."
"That's because you're as bad as he is," said Dayna. The two were walking down the corridor that led to Fantig's personal quarters. "Aren't you glad I don't treat you like he does his own familiar?"
"Yeah, I guess," said the diminutive demon. "Still, she's a rakshasi. Has more tricks up her sleeve than a goblin dice dealer. Probably playing a long con or something, otherwise I dunno how he managed to get her to do those things. You'd never get me like that. I'm too fucking charming. Anyway, you never know with those rakshasi; she might even like it or summink."
They reached the door to Fantig's study. Dayna looked her familiar in the eye. "On your best behaviour or I'll leave you in a cage for a week, okay?"
"Got it boss. No worries."
The elf knocked on the large wooden door.
"Come in," a thin, wheezy voice drawled in reply.
The inside of Fantig's study was cramped. Books lay in piles on the floor, overcrowded bookshelves loomed from the walls and dripping candelabras sputtered and flickered. An strong, sweet scent wafted through the air, like a powerful incense. The professor was seated behind a huge oak desk in the centre of the room, his back to a roaring fire. Despite the summer season, his office was chilly. Dayna's scanning glance lingered on the academic's familiar, who was standing in the corner of the shambolic room.
She was a tall, leopard spotted rakshasi. Her face was feline in appearance, with small, rounded leopard ears perched atop her head. Her eyes were covered with a black leather mask that blocked all sight while a wooden bit was forced between her teeth by a black leather harness locked over her head. Her chest was bare, covered with short fur that was a vibrant yellowish orange and dotted with black ring-like spots that disappeared and faded to pure white over her large breasts and flat stomach. Two erect, black nipples capped the furry orbs, each pierced with a large ring and connected to one another by a steel chain. Her arms were spread by a yoke that was collared to her neck and shackled to her wrists, forcing her to keep her hands raised to shoulder level, elbows at right angles. Her digitigrade legs were encased in black leather boots that covered her paws and extended up to mid thigh. A steel bar ran from one heel to the other, keeping her feet an arm's length apart at all times. Her cunt was bare, labia pierced on both sides with two more large rings in the same style as those that holed her nipples. The labial rings were also connected by a chain, although this one was much shorter than the one that adorned her chest. Clear, viscous liquid slowly dripped from the rakshasi's exposed pussy to spatter on the floor between her spread legs.
Dayna shook her head at the submissive display, but in her stomach the elven mage felt a strong knot of arousal form. She cursed Habernalle's magic.
"Ah, Dayna, is it? A pleasure," said the professor, looking up from his desk and following the elf's gaze to his bound demon. "You'll have to excuse my familiar. A punishment for egregarious failure. I'm sure you understand."
"Professor," nodded Dayna by way of reply.
"So what brings you to my humble neck of the woods?" chuckled the old academic. "I'm sure it's more than just the pleasure of my company."
"I'm doing some research for my thesis, Davill," said Dayna, using the the professor's first name. "I was hoping you could help me identify a Thaean artifact I've heard referenced by description but not by name."
"Really?" said Fantig. "Do tell."
As the two mages talked, Gomp wandered over to the bound rakshasi. The imp stretched out a finger and ran it over the female demon's glistening cunt lips. The leopard spotted creature moaned audibly around her gag, causing the both arcanists to glance back at the source of the disturbance.
"Gomp!" exclaimed Dayna. The imp looked back at her, eyes wide in poorly feigned innocence, his finger in his mouth.
"It's quite alright," murmured Fantig. "She could use some further punishment. Go ahead, imp."
Dayna sighed and tried to ignore the jingle of chains behind her as Gomp made the bound demon shift position. She turned back to face Professor Fantig.
"The artifact was described as something that would be able to extend the innate magical abilities of the user over a wide area," continued the elf, "potentially a geographic region the size of the old empire."
From behind her came the jingle of chains, a wet squelch and another lusty moan. Dayna studiously ignored the distraction, but she could feel her own cunny grow damp. Fantig's lips parted in a lecherous grin.
