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Sepulcher of Midnight, like each of the Emerald Cities, had a school dedicated to training mages. The Asher Institute of Magic was one of the older schools, modest in size and founded by a dragon and the Asher family's financial backing. Mages far and wide existed in the Emerald Cities to ply their trade, regulated by various mage guilds housed in their embassy. The school, carved into the cliff-face of the mountain Sepulcher of Midnight nestled into, sat on the opposite end of the city from the embassy.

Lately, Felix's life seemed to exist in between these two poles. Since Karniel left, Felix, with Coran's blessing, took on classes to become a mage.

It was not uncommon for members of the Asher family to be mages. Rarely did ruling a city-state give one the time to become a powerful mage, but magic became another tool for ruling. Not that Felix ruled the city proper. That title still belonged to his aunt, who in her older age had given up the mountain city's frigid climes for Sepulcher of Dawn's balmier climate. Felix acted as a steward to the city, working with several of his aunt's trusted advisors.

Meaning Felix had the time to learn magic. His reason, shamelessly, was the simple fact most mages used their conduits to stretch their lifespan. While Coran assured Felix he had nothing to fear in aging, he did not want to grow older and older as lovers like Coran remained in their prime. Then there was Karniel. So much of that relationship remained a mystery. He had not seen Karniel since, but had received letters written in Emerald City common. Karniel still explored the continent, content to learn as much about this new world he'd been exiled on.

Felix sat at a window, the glass filmed in frost, as he read over one such letter in the Institute's library. The window actually looked over a drop into a snow covered, barren valley and an expanse of more mountains. The Institute extended deep enough to make it through to the other side of the mountain's face. Thick, alpaca wool rugs covered much of its polished stone floors, some with intricate dyed patterns weaved into them, others with those patterns rubbed away by a century of footfalls. This squat structure only had two floors, with the library being in the back on the second floor.

"You look cozy."

Felix looked up to see Carnelian coming around a row of bookcases. The antlered doe he'd gotten to know so well here. Coran had introduced the two of them, she an instructor here who used to take classes together with Coran. She wore a black coat with a fur-lined collar and crimson dress that cut-off just below the mid-thigh. The white fur on her inner thigh looked especially exposed, especially with the matching fur along her exposed collarbone and cleavage, the reddish brown of the rest of her coat went well with what she wore. The thick rugs muffled the sound of her hooves as she casually sat down on his desk, setting down the satchel she carried. "I have something for you."

"You do?" Felix asked, leaning back in his seat a bit. Her scent, like crushed pine needles, filled his belly with warmth and comfort. It reminded him of spooning her, muzzle burrowed into her nape.

She dug into her satchel and retrieved a small tube. It looked like a scroll casing, with a small carnelian set into one side. The gem remained uncut, much like the set of stones wrapped around her left hand like a rosary. She wielded magic like prayer, and often compared the act of drawing on it as an act of faith. "A little pop quiz for you," Carnelian said as she handed the casing to Felix.

Felix held it up to the light. The face with the gem had a set of small runes carved into it. The gem had to act as a battery for whatever the runes did when activated. "You want me to figure out how to open this?"

Carnelian winked. "Something like that. There will be a reward for you when you solve it. I expect you to treat yourself." Her eyes shined as she said that, but before Felix could ask she leaned down and kissed him. "I can't stay, have to go teach a class. Is that letter from Karniel?"

Felix reflexively placed his hand over the letter. "Uh, yes."

"He keeping out of trouble?"

"I'm not sure he'd tell me about the trouble he's caused."

"Mmm, careful with that one, Felix."

"You and Coran both need to quit worrying so much," Felix grumbled as he folded up the letter.

"Someone has to worry about you." She pecked him on the brow, then tapped the desk right next to where Felix set down the casing, "I expect you to have this solved before I finish my class."

"Or else what?" Felix asked.

"Hehe," she signed a glyph with the hand wrapped in rosary and a little spark leapt off Felix's nose. He yipped, only surprised, but still trying to smack the illusory flame away. "Don't test me, my little fox. See you after class."

She strutted off, coat blocking any chance to admire the view she might have left Felix with. Not that he blamed Carnelian. On top of his normal pants and waistcoat, a fur-lined leather duster dyed his family's red hung over the back of his chair. Many buildings in Sepulcher of Midnight, including the Institute, were magically warmed, but the winters tended to be more harsh than they had energy to spare.

Felix returned to the letter Karniel left him, dwelling on the last sentence:

"Sebodal is a fine place, though the food leaves something to be desired, and makes me long to return to Sepulcher of Midnight and savor the fine flavors in the South." Did Karniel mean the actual cuisine or did he mean...? Felix turned over his wrist, rolling up the sleeve. He needed to push down his fur to see the pale scars on his flesh where Karniel first fed on his blood. Not for the first time, he suddenly yearned to offer himself to the bat again. There had just been an intimacy to it, a surrender of his strength to strengthen Karniel, that Felix found himself pining for.

Felix sighed and set aside the letter. He could respond to it tonight, after he solved Carnelian's little quiz. He got up with the case in hand, studying the runes. He did not recognize them right away, but that's why the library kept dictionaries. He grabbed one of the dozen set up in a bookcase near the library's front, and started his way back to his desk. He opened his mouth and carried the casing between his teeth, flipping through to find the right rune. He found it just as he reached his desk, setting everything down.

Contrary to what Felix assumed, the runes in question did not open the casing. They were for a portal. One rune acted as an anchor bound to its opposite, and the other rune activated the portal that connected both anchors.

Felix had not been granted a conduit yet, and so relied on enchanted items like this to practice magic. He merely needed to close his eyes, focus on his breathing, and extend his senses. The dusty smell of old rugs and aged books faded away, the slight chill at his pawed fingertips replaced with the warmth of magic. He sensed the energy flowing off the battery, the energy that radiated from his soul, and the undercurrent that flowed through the land. That undercurrent was always too frail to actually collect and wield, and to use his soul invited a number of dangerous lasting consequences, but the carnelian set onto the top of this casing called to him. A little pocket of energy that Felix managed to draw to his fingertips, picturing the runes needed to cast his spell, extending his concentration into those runes and what they meant, what they held.

"Magic reshapes reality," Carnelian had taught him, "It is the art of ontology and epistemology combined."

Finger tingling, Felix traced those runes as he held their meaning in his mind. The ontology the meaning, the epistemology the tracing, and the magic flowed.

A little flash of light from the casing as the portal opened, then Felix cursed and threw his hand over the portal. The reward she expected him to take was her. He glanced around. In his little nook of the library and saw no one around. Felix lifted his hand and stared.

Practically pushing out of the portal now was the soft white fur of a certain doe's backside, and in its center was the soft pink flesh of her rim. Did she really expect him to... while she taught a class no less? The thought of that, and doing that here in the library did make Felix's sheath begin to flush with heat. He held up the casing to his muzzle and took a sniff. He'd been under Carnelian's tail enough times to recognize that earthy scent, pungent with a touch of sweetness. Her clean fur carried the hint of a crushed pine, too. It could only be her.

The more Felix considered what Carnelian wanted, the more his sheath throbbed. He felt his cock filling with blood, ready to blossom from its warm pouch. What set Felix off, however, was Carnelian's pucker clenching down. She must have felt the open air in the library gracing her rear. That little clench an invitation, Felix had never been any good at telling her no.

Holding the casing in both hands, elbows on the desk, he leaned in.

***

Carnelian taught in a lecture hall too big for the class of fourteen students. All with a few years of education in them. Carnelian had most of them in classes from prior semesters, and they sat now staring at a blackboard where she drew several glyphs. It was midway through the glyph for "star" that she felt open air suddenly on her exposed rump. She froze, her back to the class, tufted tail twitching. She no longer wore the coat she'd had on when with Felix, so her students might have noticed when she clenched her rear in her dress.

The thought of her students witnessing this already started fattening up her sheath. She quickly finished the last glyph on the board and moved to a podium. Most students hadn't seemed to notice-either whispering amongst themselves or distracted, but a gryphon and wolf both in her front gave each other quizzical looks of, "Had something just happened?"

If only they knew.

Carnelian cleared her throat. Her lecture notes, thank goodness she had the podium to block the view of her front. Once she started to get an erection there would be no hiding it in this dress.

"Now, when it comes to these glyphs, you will, hah, note..." Felix's warm, wet nose pressed right against her waiting rosebud. She felt him suck in a breath, savoring her scent, before something hot and wet dragged up her perineum and across her tender entrance. She cleared her throat again and pushed on in her lecture.

***

Carnelian's whole body must've been trembling because Felix felt it through that portal. He growled against her exposed rump. One of his hands went to his pants to undo the drawstrings there. They already felt too tight with his vulpine dick peeking from its sheath.

He tongued and made out with her rump as eager as if she were right there. Carnelian had done a lot of things with her body, most of it revolving around pleasure and attraction. Rare was the person who escaped her when she wanted them, and one thing she changed were her pheromones. The more Felix stimulated Carnelian's asshole, the more that tender flesh smelled enticingly sweet. Something about its scent always put a haze over Felix's thoughts. Normally he acted the submissive, and Carnelian's lupine-like sheath had scents that induced submissiveness, but her rear just made Felix's blood pump harder. By the time he managed to yank his trousers down, he had become painfully hard; his loins longed to breed something, to dump their seed in some tight hole.

***

Some of her students had to know something was amiss. Normally Carnelian spoke with ease and eloquence, pacing the room, only glancing at her notes to keep herself on track. Today she leaned against the podium, butt pressed outwards as if that would help Felix eat her out more and fumbled her way through the lecture.

That fox always had a silvertongue, best put to use servicing holes like hers. Felix had licked so much of her asshole his spit spread out in little stains across her panties, while her dick throbbed, barely contained by her undergarment. A very sizable tent in her dress could be seen from the side. If any of the students got up and went to the front of the room they would surely see the outline of her cock.

She bit back a moan as Felix's tongue pushed inside her. That agile invader lapping in and out her tunnel. At a little pant, she said to the wolf at the front, "Gaulfain, can you, mmph, c-come up to the front and demonstrate for us?"

Galfain was in his last year of classes, and as such had a small conduit: a ring with a topaz set on its top. He scooted out his desk and moved down to the front of the room. A glance at her turned into a long, wide-eyed stare as Felix finally removed his tongue.

Only to force two fingers inside Carnelian's worked over entrance. Her rim yielded for the harsh thrust, cock finally jerking free of her panties and pulling up the hem of her dress for Gaulfain to see. The big grey wolf gawked as a wet spot of precum spilled over Carnelian's dress, the spade tip obviously outlined along its hem. Carnelian grit her teeth and said, "D-don't keep the class, hah, waiting, Gaul."

Nervous, rigid in his hand gestures, Gaulfain screwed up the spell the first time before quickly casting the right thing. Carnelian barely noticed, for Felix had hooked his fingers and jabbed them right against her prostate. "Fuck!" Carnelian bleated, getting her entire class to start. She grit her teeth, balls already clenching a little, more precum spilling onto her dress. Gaulfain asked, "Professor Velvet are you-"

"Excellent demonstration!" Carnelian barked. She sucked in a breath as Felix jabbed her prostate again before she said, "Now return to your desk. A-all of you! Page sixty four of your texts. Read till the, unf, end of the chapter then... then practice your charts."

Her students did what they were told, some whispering to each other. Gaulfain, back at his desk, still stared at her, wide-eyed, and Carnelian decided to stare right back. She wanted to acknowledge what was happening with her student. Her brow beaded with sweat, the white markings on her muzzle flushed red, and her panting continued as she hunched over her podium.

Felix forced three fingers inside her now. Those digits, slick with her body's magically altered lubricants and his spit. Her asshole yielded easily as any pussy, but her walls remained tight, making Felix need to be forceful in his shoves. Each jab into her worked squarely on her prostate, making her nut this tight ball of pleasure prodded again and again. It worked all along her cock, making her knot begin to swell from its sheath. She gripped the sides of the podium to keep from grabbing her knot and milking it till she came.

It wouldn't do much good. Felix would make her cum hands-free before too long. The tight tension in her loins boiled up into her hips. Pleasure made it difficult to stand, and her anus burned with this satisfying sensation of being spread. And being watched. Not just by Gaulfain, but other students confused why their teacher continued to quiver and pant over her podium. Only Gaulfain knew for certain the reason why.

Carnelian noticed Gaulfain shift in his seat, forearm gently stroking back and forth as he no doubt masturbated under his desk. To know she got a student to touch himself without even being nude would have been enough to get Carnelian to cum then and there had Felix not freed his fingers from her.

***

Felix could not wait any longer. His fingers slipped from Carnelian's pucker, getting little twitches along the doe's exposed perineum. He wondered how close she was to cumming. He could feel the tension building in her with each clench and contraction while he milked her prostate. Felix only did so to draw things out. He so desperately wanted to knot her, but made sure his ministrations lasted the bulk of Carnelian's class.

Biting his lip, Felix had the sense to look around and spotted someone searching for a book. That person glanced at Felix, but could not see more than his back. Felix quickly looked away, noting to be quiet, at least. Company would not deter him. Someone would need to physically stop him at this point. He sat on a dizzying high of hormones that told him to breed this willing doe.

He set his cock against her entrance, feeling her pulse along her glistening entrance. Felix shoved the casing down, unable to hold back a whine that came muffled through his muzzle. His black tipped-tail whipped against the floor as the arctic fox buried his bone in his teacher. Her walls were a hot vice on his dick, her inner flesh both yielding and contracting, soft and slick. Her hole had been made for taking cock, and Felix gladly made her take it. His back arched, eyes squeezed shut as he grinded against the casing, trying to force his knot inside Carnelian with the first thrust.

Her body practically invited it, caving in by degrees before Felix, with a little huff, managed to yank the scroll casing up. Gasping as he watched his tip throb, standing straight up. Gouts of precum shot up onto his lap, making his nose twitch at the scent of his arousal. He turned the casing up and saw Carnelian's rim all puffy and raised from his abuse. He gave it another teasing lick, cock aching anew as he got another hit of her pheromones on his tastebuds.

"Fuck," he breathed as he forced Carnelian's hole back against his dick. He shoved down once more, her tight heat engulfing him, his hips humping up in his chair. Tail twitching, he felt her squeeze up and down along his dripping length. He began to lift and bring the casing down, going slow after first. Her ass this warm, lush thing to savor. Each pump of his drippy dick inside Carnelian caused his knot to ache. His body craved tying her, but still Felix resisted, trying to savor how that slick inner flesh slipped along his length.

***

"Professor Velvet?"

Felix's dick inside her. Carnelian had her face against the podium, drooling as cock worked in and out seamlessly. Occasionally, Felix would pull out only to sniff and lick her gaping entrance. The dirty fox. It was the sort of thing they wouldn't be able to easily do in normal sex. Too much fumbling to line his cock back up, too much bending up and down, but here he turned to it so naturally. He would plumb her depths for a few sweet seconds, pull out then tease her puffy entrance with his tongue, no doubt tasting the sharp tang of his own precum.

"Uh, Professor Velvet?" the student called again, voice raised.

Carnelian grit her teeth and looked up. "What?" She had to be a complete mess. Felix had gotten her close several times now, but she'd not quite cum yet, and now used her podium just to remain standing.

The student, one in the back row, asked, "What do we do when we finish?"

Carnelian could barely muster a, "L-leave," before she fell back against the podium, groaning through her teeth. Felix had finally started thrusting into her faster. His rutstick pounded in and out her tunnel now, knot so big that when he slammed it against her it covered the entire diameter of the portal.

Carnelian barely heard the sound of chairs scraping, students muttering, the doors in the back of the classroom opening and closing. She couldn't think past the tool jamming into her again and again, pumping her full and piercing her core with dizzying pleasure. She didn't notice the classroom empty of students until someone cleared their throat.

Gaulfain stood a few paces from the podium. The handsome grey wolf had his tail tucked between his legs as he said, "I-I know what you're doing, Professor."

Of course he did. His cock was leaking through his pants and dripping a line of precum down the leg of one side of his trousers. Once Carnelian saw it she couldn't look away. She tried to be haughty, fighting for breath, "Go-going to, ah, do something about it, pup?"

"No no!" Gaulfain said, waving his paws in the air, before his ears darted backwards, "I mean! Yes, yes I will." His voice got a little deeper as he spoke. It was adorable. "I'll, um, tell everyone unless you suck me off right now."

He clearly wanted the power trip, and Carnelian didn't mind playing the role with several inches of fox cock leaving her raw and wanting. "Pl-please, don't tell anyone," Carnelian said as she got on her knees. "I'll let you use me as much as you want."

Gaulfain's tail wagged a little, which might have made Carnelian laugh without Felix plugging away at her. The wolf stepped up to her, pulling his trousers down and tucking them under a pair of heavy lupine balls. "Get to work, slut," he snarled.

Emboldened, one of his paws grabbed her antlers and shoved her against those pungent nuts. Carnelian moaned against her younger student, taking in a long huff of his scent before she began worshipping his sack.

***

Carnelian must have been close. Felix felt her contractions coming on sooner and sooner, which he had waited for. His knot and sheath were coated in spit and arousal from his constant fucking and tonguing. He only stopped to eat Carnelian's slutty asshole out when he got close to blowing his load. He prolonged everything till he knew she was about to pop.

Felix jammed her rump down onto his knot. He felt his flesh squeeze a bit against the casing, but he knew it would fit. He snarled and put both hands on the end of the casing, shoving it down while his hips shakily gyrated against it. Slowly, by degrees, his knot began to wriggle its way inside Carnelian, caving in her rim, stretching it past its point of normal flexibility, till it finally popped inside of her.

Felix lifted his head and moaned, "Oh, gods!" Forgetting the library, he quickly started tugging on the casing, jerking his hips, churning up Carnelian's insides with little motions that clamped and contracted on his knot. The tension in his groin boiled over, just as he felt the sharp twitch and contractions of Carnelian's muscles. She came with him, as Felix doubled over the desk, hips still humping blindly as he emptied his balls.

***

The only reason Carnelian didn't scream when Felix knotted her was because she had been choking on Gaulfain's cock. The impatient wolf forced his angry red tool down her dainty muzzle and into her throat. Carnelian barely had the strength to suck, much less gag. She only did once, eyes flushed with heat and tears as she felt her rear split open on Felix's knot.

It stung, but then sweet fullness, the knot rubbing and grinding and tugging back against her entrance. It kneaded away the soreness even as that delicious pressure squished all over her prostate. Mouth now full of wolf cock, palate stained with her student's acrid musk and bitter precum, Carnelian came with a muffled little squeal.

"That's it slut!" Gaulfain growled as her dick twitched and shot. "Cum from sucking your student's dick." She felt Felix dumping his seed inside her. Hot spunk soothed any remaining aches in her. Rope after rope of thick, fertile fox cum making her practically forget how her own balls churned. Carnelian came so hard that it soaked the front of her dress, then leaked through the fabric in streams of pungent deer cum. The smell of her rut so potent it made Gaulfain whimper. The poor boy's knot had been swollen before he even came over here.

He yanked his professor down to his sheath with a little whimper, and held Carnelian there, her lips to his throbbing knot. His bluster suddenly disappeared in the face of his sudden orgasm, whispering, "Oh fuck, oh gods Miss Velvet your mouth..."

She reached up and fondled his balls, almost as if giving permission. Still the boy whined, "I'm sorry... I can't..." as he came in her throat. Young men could always give such lovely, robust loads when teased just right. Carnelian gagged a little as a flood of canine cum washed down and up her throat. Too much at once to swallow, it backed up into her sinuses and mouth. Thick gobs of sperm leaked from her nostrils. Her eyes, half-lidded, ran with fresh tears down her blushing cheeks. Her tongue worked weakly against the throbbing canine shaft, still kneading his balls to coax more and more of that cum. He finally yanked his cock backwards, giving Carnelian a brief mouthful of his potent load, then grabbed the base of his knot and tugged. He jerked out a few final ropes of seed across her showing cleavage.

Exhausted, the boy slumped to his knees staring at her in shock.

He shook his head, "Oh fuck, I'm in so much-" Carnelian grabbed him by the scruff and yanked him into a kiss. He made a protesting whine as they locked lips and she forced the cum in her mouth into his. He shuddered and melted into the kiss, whining like a pup, as she got him to swallow some of his own cum.

She broke the kiss, and both teacher and student stared at each other, on their knees and panting. Carnelian wiped her muzzle clean with her wrist then said, "You should get going to your next class."

Gaulfain nodded. "You-you're right."

He got up, wrestling to get his erection back into his trousers. He went to his desk and grabbed his book, but before he could leave, Carnelian said, "I'll, ah, be in touch about extra tutoring."

Gaulfain froze up and turned his head, eyes wide.

She smiled and grabbed onto the podium, using it to pull her wobbling legs under her. She said, "If that's something you'd like to do with me."

"I... um... yes? Yes. I have to go."

"Hehe, see you soon, Gaul."

***

What was the point of magic if not convenience? After Gaulfain left, Carnelian only needed a few spells to clean up her dress, the mess of cum on the floor, and the obvious stink of sex before the next instructor walked into the room. She donned her coat, grateful its length would obscure some of her awkward gait, and walked back to the library with Felix's knot still inflated inside her.

Walking caused regular clenching and contraction that drew out how long Felix stayed hard. His dick, once finished, began to ooze fresh cum inside her, and her walking also made some of that cum begin to even find its way around his knot. She reached the library with Felix's cum staining her undergarments, sticky seed slowly spreading across her fur.

She found her fox had laid his head down on his desk. An ear twitched when he heard the sound of her hooves and he sat up with a little groan.

"You look worn out, dear," Carnelian said as she reached him. She gingerly sat back against his desk, noticing the casing still flush to his sheath. "I couldn't imagine what exhausted you."

Felix scowled and asked, "How are you not?"

Carnelian smirked and held up the hand wrapped in rosary. "Magic, dear. It cleans and refreshes, otherwise I'd be covered in student's cum."

"You fuck a student in the middle of class?"

"After," Carnelian said before leaning in and whispering in Felix's ear, "Though, with how worked up you got me I'm sure everyone knew what was going on."

"Gods, you're worse than Coran and Karniel combined."

Carnelian winked. "I know what I want out of magic. Speaking of," she signed a glyph that glowed in the air till she blew on it. It turned into fog that washed across Felix. Soon as he breathed it in, his shaft stopped being so achingly hard and his knot began to deflate. Felix breathed a sigh of relief as Carnelian asked, "Want to get lunch?"

"I'm, ah," he quivered as he felt his sensitive dick slipping out of her, which also got a shudder from Carnelian before he finished, "I need to be studying."

Carnelian rolled her eyes and said, "If you come eat with me I'll let you keep this," and tapped the top of the casing. Felix's cock finally retreated back into his sheath, and Carnelian clenched her buttocks to keep his seed from spilling out. She took the casing from him while he pulled his trousers back up. "Well?" she asked.

"But if I have that, what excuse will I have to see you?"

"Hehe, smooth talking fox," Carnelian accused before leaning in and kissing him. They lingered on the kiss, her tongue pushing into his mouth. Felix gasped and pulled away.

"Is that your cum?"

"My student's. You know Gaulfain?"

"You're such a slut," Felix accused before going in for another kiss.

After another exchange, Carnelian broke it, whispering, "I prefer the term aspiring succubus."

"'Aspiring,'" Felix scoffed.

"Lunch then?"

"You know I can't say no to you."

Carnelian giggled and pecked him on the cheek. "Careful, Lord Asher, a girl might take advantage of her lord if he says things like that."