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If someone expected the Healing course from the Danae Academy to be a simple discourse on casting healing spells and which one was the more potent, they were wrong. Oh, so wrong. Mages from all over the continent flocked for a spot in the academy. Most expected to fling fireball after fireball once the courses were done, or to become an Archmage.

The truth was Archmages and talented mages were oddities rather than a rule. For one Archmage, almost a thousand mages would waste their lives studying and honing their ability to achieve nothing. And even more would fail at the magical studies… More so true for those who thought they could piggyback on a healing course to get high grades and be accepted into other classes.

No one could deny this. Not even Lord Plum. As the main professor for the healing course, the golden-scaled Dragon looked at the students sitting in the amphitheater as he continued with his long explanation. He theorized years ago how Healing Magic was only a part of another category of magic that could be described as Flesh or Biology magic intermingled with Holy magic. This was how he explained spells could create flesh or alter their properties to enhance healing.

A theory he expanded to his teaching material, even as he pointed out how to heal minor wounds.

Again, most students were annoyed by his long explanations. Yet, they were the most persistent, as less than a tenth of the students he'd seen in the amphitheater at the beginning of the year remained. Mainly the same groups who had taken this course for their vocations or for… Reasons.

“Sir. Could you explain to us why we must always use a flexibility spell before a healing spell?" asked one of Plum's students, a young purple-skinned troll who raised his hand.

“Well, the matter is simple, it's to avoid unneeded pain. For example: if you heal a dislocated shoulder, your spell will try to put back the limb in place. But if the dislocation is important, the muscles might be pulled. If they're shr-"

[I]Knock, knock!

[/I]As Plum was starting his explanation, his leathery golden wings flailing behind him, there was a knock at the amphitheater's entrance. For a second, the old Dragon frowned while he readjusted his spectacles and turned to the door, like most of his students, eager for entertainment.

“Enter! Who's this, this time? Menaaï?" asked Plum, his voice stern and ready to scold anyone who stopped him during his course.

But no. It was no such thing as a student. It was something more stupid than the majority of his students and didn't count as one. A massive form appeared behind the open door, and through some squeezing, the hulking red Demon slipped inside. Well, a massive, dangerous demon if he wasn't another teaching staff member.

“Hi, Plum! Sorry for the wait!"

“Lord Plum. Luskr. What took you so long?" grumbled the golden Dragon as he frowned his blue eyes on the Demon wearing nothing formal or proper for a professor. White shorts, blue t-shirt with the Danae Academy arms emblazoned on it… And snickers. Atop of that was that tiny whistle he kept as if it made the Demon more serious in his role as a coach.

“Well, I had to handle the rosters for the next season… And I had to handle a hoof issue with one of the centaurs in our running team," mumbled the Demon, his red skin glowing while his golden eyes were drifting away… Lying.

“You had a run-in with our centaur team, then," groaned Plum. “Fine. Students, where were we?"

With a sigh, Plum asked his students while beckoning the Demon to come closer… Who, surprisingly, did it without body-checking the skeletons or the case displays near Plum's desk.

“The flexibility spell, sir. You were telling us about the case of dislocation," answered another student, a Human who looked to be around his forties with his beard. A late admission.

For a moment, the Dragon pondered and looked at the Demon nearby before his arms dropped, and he smiled.

“Well. I could talk about it, but I have another topic that could be easier to explain… Since Coach Luskr is here to help me."

“Really?" asked Luskr, raising an eyebrow but still approaching, eager and gullible.

“Yes. I'll only need Coach Luskr to-"

[I]DING!

[/I]“What?"

As soon as the sound echoed, most students in the far rows were pulling their notes back in their bags while the Dragon eyed the clock. It had already been one hour, and to his surprise, he had nothing to say against it.

“Hmm… Keep studying the diagrams I provided to you! And next week, we will have a cross-course with your Alchemy teacher! Do not forget your cauldrons!" shouted Plum, flustered, watching the students running away. He scoffed, grumbled… Finally, he reached for his spectacles, wiped them against his tweed jacket, blew little sparks against them, put them back, and saw… The usual trio.

“What's this? Shouldn't you be attending the next class? Chop chop. I cannot make you a pass for staying."

“Lord Plum, you were our last class for the day."

This time, the young Purple troll, Nihol, answered, alongside his Human and Lycan friend. Despite their age differences and origins, the trio was still around and together for their studies… Even for the assigned projects where they developed a prototype of a rejuvenation spell for old Elves.

“Well… Hmm… Hmm," scoffed the Dragon, quickly glancing at the clock. Then at Luskr… Then at the trio. “Well. You better get going then."

“We would rather want to hear about the other application, with the help of Coach Luskr," answered the Human. Michel, a human whose knowledge mainly came from a druidic circle. It made it easier for him to speak with their Lycan friend, who could only bark and howl rather than articulate.

“Arf arf!"

“You have nowhere else to go? Plus… It's outside our schedule," asked Plum, stepping back to sit on the desk.

“What? I cannot help them study? Plum-"

“Lord Plum."

“Lord Plum, you never allow me to participate in your lessons."

“Except three weeks ago… And one week before that. But I get it. Please, don't make those puppy eyes, I hate it."

With a sigh and a growl, the Dragon waved his hand as if to chase an idea or any concerns before he turned to the amphitheater's door, which he locked with a glance. Then, he returned to Luskr, looking him up and down.

“You. Bend over the desk, now."

“Is this-" started Luskr before the scorned glance made him reconsider. He bent over Plum's desk as asked, though he was careful not to spill the “Best Teacher" mug filled with cold coffee or that pile of books. With that angle or that display, there was no way the group wasn't looking at the Demon's plump ass, his flailing spiked tail above it, and… Well, the damp spot on the back of those shorts. A damp spot that was still growing down, following gravity, while under everyone's watch.

“Hmm… You know, it's a bit humiliating you are looking at me like this," grunted the Coach, his fingers tapping the desk, cutting short the instant of bewilderment. Enough for Plum to shake his head.

“Silence."

The Dragon coughed, looked at his three students, who seemed way more interested in the curriculum then. He sighed and gripped the Demon's shorts by the belt to pull everything down in one sweep. There were many cries, many gasps, and a little conniving chuckle as the Demon's bare and glabrous ass was exposed. The skin was like coal here, but the cheeks had a slightly redder tinge to them while the muscles were naturally spread in that position, showing off the crevice devoid of any hair… And dripping of many fluids. Without the cloth to retain them, the mix of cum, piss, and precum suddenly had free access to the exterior world much to Plum's apparent displeasure.

The Dragon brought his hand to his muzzle with a tissue to cover his nostrils, but his three students looked… Well-disposed towards that perfume.

“Hmm. You were telling the truth about the Centaurs," commented Plum while Luskr looked away in shame.

But still, as a healing mage, Plum started to set his worries and sensitive nostrils aside as he rolled up his sleeves and reached for Luskr's posterior. Those muscles were well-developed and maintained despite the Demon no longer being a fighter. The plumpness of the skin, the slight fat covering them, the tension as he prodded that skin, it was everything that proved it was a fit posterior. A shame that Luskr was the school's slut.

“Come closer, students," ordered Plum as he reached between the cheeks and, with his claws, started to pull everything aside to expose that posterior. The rim was swollen, the skin glistening with fluids and reeking of a certain Centaur musk, mixing freshly cut grass and horse… Meat. “What do you see here?"

“A well-stuffed slut?" started Michel, snickering and followed by a half-snicker-half-bark.

“Yes, evidently," confirmed Plum, smacking that posterior when Luskr was about to answer. “But there's something more to this. Observe the sphincter as I pull and tug on it. Do you see it?"

“I see… Cum. A lot of cum. Coach Luskr, how do you keep so much cum inside? It's… it's dripping everywhere."

“I-"

“Dimensional magic. That's his expertise, but he is no longer teaching it for reasons. Is that right?" asked Plum, frowning at the Demon; who had been on the verge of offering an answer then reconsidered.

“Yes."

“Good. Now, students, have you any idea of what the issue is, here?" asked the Dragon, turning at his three students who, evidently, were quite interested in that display with their evident boners. “No?"

“Huh… I only see how much he's oozing cum," grunted Nihol.

“Maybe his cheeks, they're redder than usual?"

“Arf arf!"

“What? The sphincters?" mumbled Michel towards his Lycan teammate.

“Yes! That's right, the sphincters! He has a few traumatic injuries from his addiction to hose cocks!" confirmed Plum, smiling right as he plunged three fingers into Luskr's ass, spilling out more cum while stealing a moan from the Demon.

“Is… is that possible?" asked the Coach, anxious out of a sudden for a man who's been taking dicks almost as large as him.

“It is," confirmed the Dragon, sliding a fourth finger as he started to slip them in and out, in a concert of squelching noise as that rim barely closed up on the penetration. Moreover, Plum enjoyed pulling on the orifice with odd angles. “Many a Centaur lover is known for losing bowel control and sometimes dying when not trained enough. I am sure you are trained, but that orifice? Tschh. Let's fix that."

The students were enthralled by the vision, enough for Plum to smirk as he would be showing off a spell. He wiggled his fingers and, without uttering a single word… A glow appeared at his fingertips, even on his thumb outside, before the Demon squirmed and grunted. As soon as the spell was applied, the sphincter closed on Plum's fingers, narrowly crushing them except for their durability. He still kept them inside as their presence displeased the slutty Demon, whose coal-abused ass started to wiggle.

“Hhh! Pull them out! Pull them out!"

“No, it's warm and fine here," chuckled Plum, smacking that posterior with a firm hand, watching how the red tinge worsened before he turned to his, evidently, excited students.

“What do you think of this?" chuckled Plum, tuning out the Demon's desperate pleas as he continued playing with that orifice that had become as tight as a virgin's ass… If not more. He pushed deeper, even nudged the prostate despite the intense grip. But then, the Lycan was raising a hand.

“Arf! Bwarf!"

“Hmm. He's asking why he's suddenly tight. Were you not about to show us we should use a flexibility spell?" translated Michel. “He's right, you know?"

“Yeah! He's too tight for us, now!" confirmed Nihol, crossing his arms.

“Tsk tsk tsk," began Plum, yanking his fingers out with enough strength the Demon squealed and reached for his ass.

“My… My supple trained ass…" moaned Luskr.

“Students. You still don't understand the dichotomy of our art. See… If we know how to repair something, we know how to break it. If I know how to make something loose…"

“You know how to make something tight?" completed Michel, his index finger to his chin.

“Yes! And that is the Healing Magic's marvelous nature! We know how everything is supposed to work, therefore we can do everything. Watch his!"

Again, without casting, Plum's fingers glowed in bright red. And Luskr's grunts and moans stopped all the same. He stopped wiggling, and in a stunned silence, he was looking above his shoulder… Before his hands went over his ass to inspect it.

Yet, Plum swatted those fingers away.

“No touching!" the Dragon ordered before he returned to his students and put his fingers against the rim. However, where the orifice had been tight and barely opening even after many nudges… It was now opening under the faintest touch and even… Sucking on the fingers. The rim was no longer swollen and abused, dripping with fluids. But with a mere tug, the orifice could open and expose the rosy flesh inside… Cum-coated, no surprises. Still, it looked more tense than before but still supple enough for the Dragon to pull in whatever direction and for the orifice not to clench abruptly.

“By adjusting the flexibility spell, I can adjust how a sphincter should react. It is only a quick fix-up. But unless Coach Luskr doesn't mingle with our Centaur students much, he should not suffer any more damage."

“Lord Plum!" asked Nihol, raising his hand with a smile. “Is it then possible to compound a flexibility spell and an anesthetic spell to make it… Feel better? Like… Make a penetration feel good?"

Plum was expecting that question. This time, the glow around his fingers was yellow. The moment after the glow dissipated, a deep moan escaped the Demon. That and more cum seemed to dribble from between his legs, but not from his asshole, that was starting to stop the flow… Even if Plum's loafers were now coated with demon spunk. Still, the Dragon continued to play with the hole as he sensed the poor Demon squirm on the desk, assuredly regretting his request to participate.

“Sensations can be amplified, yes. Furthermore, if I reach the spot Coach Luskr loves to play with."

“Wai-" heaved the Demon, only to scream when Plum reached for a little swollen spot right inside the Demon's hole, poked it… And started to massage it. Instantly, Luskr's words devolved into a mumble while more cum was pumped out of the Demon's cock, right against Plum's desk.

“Any more suggestions, or would you like to practice, students?" asked the Dragon, pulling his hands away from the Demon.

From the face of the three, even the Lycan, they were both coy and interested. Their bulges were noticeable, their excitation palpable. Moreover, Michel's fingers were tapping against his waist before he raised his hand.

“Could we practice with Coach Luskr?"

Plum chuckled, grabbing one tissue from his pockets to wipe his hand while he stepped aside, bowing his head slightly: “He's all yours."

“Wai-Wait"

Luskr's pitiful moans were instantly silenced by the sounds of closing steps ending with the three exploring the Demon's posterior. Michel squatted to expose the taint; Nihol held the cheeks apart and massaged them with his thumb. The Lycan breathed right onto the quivering butthole, stealing squeals from the Coach.

“A-Away!" moaned Luskr, in vain.

“Hmm. The sensitivity is increased, but nothing about the internal organs," mumbled Michel.

“What could result if we crank up the spell in the opposite direction?"

“Bark!"

Plum looked at the three, then sat on his desk, on the other side, his posterior right beside Luskr. The poor Demon was a moaning mess, with saliva dribbling from his mouth, his teeth grit, and his face caked with sweat.

“Make-… make it stop. They'll break me," moaned the Demon through his teeth, recovering enough composure right as Nihol's oversized digit brushed his hole. Another contraction, another ejaculation. Plum would have to add the cleaning expenses to the Sports team budget.

The Demon trembled; even his fingers dug into the softwood while his ass was getting teased, and poked… More cries ensued as Luskr suddenly trembled. Plum glanced at the Demon, then at the trio, and observed Nihol's hand sliding between the Demon's cheeks. No, not just fingers. Rather, the Troll, with his wisdom, had taken up the task of inserting more than four digits inside Luskr and was trying to add a fifth. That way, it would turn into a fisting of prime value… The other two were helping, barking and mumbling their incantation while the poor Demon was fisted by the equivalent of a tree trunk.

“H-Help! Help!" cried Luskr with the adrenaline pumping in his blood, likewise to the distress stinking up the room and sticking to him. It seemed fear was enough to stop him from enjoying himself.

“What did you learn, Luskr?"

“WhRNFHHHH!" shouted the Demon, almost spitting on the Dragon's suit as it seemed the whole troll hand had slipped inside.

“We got this, Lord Plum!" shouted Michel, grinning ear to ear.

Then, the Dragon returned to the Demon lying, stupidly smiling as he was cumming his brain out. The Inquisition of old used that method to control and break demons, a well-made technique even though the Argenthin accords had turned the method illegal. But it was not like they were torturing him.

“Well. Luskr. What we learned today is not to bother your Healer with stupid requests. Is that clear?"

“Nghhhyes," moaned the Demon, finally moving his head enough to rub his face against the wood, his claws digging into it.

“And not to prank your healer with pisspoor supplies."

“Nrffhhhy-gh-Yes!"

“Good boy," said Plum, smiling and patting Luskr's head as he jumped off and observed his students.

The trio were still working. Michel and the Lycan cast healing and flexibility spells while Nihol's arm was inside Luskr's ass. The poor rim, sensitive and glazed-over, looked more like a thin bracelet around the Troll's arms. Those cheeks were spasming, and so did that butthole though it did nothing to halt the student's progress as he moved back and forth, pushing his wrist further inside. Luckily enough, he was far from reaching the elbow.

“Lord Plum! Look, I can fit my whole hand inside!" said the Troll, grinning ear to ear, too. The whole group was enjoying the torment of the Demon, who, through his reputation as a slut, was the target of some abuse.

“That's good. But we can do better. But let me do the work. And remove that fist," ordered Plum as he watched the Troll almost yank it back before he stopped. Instead, with one hand on the orifice, Nihol slowly pulled his fist away while spurting noise and grunts filled the amphitheater room. At this point, Luskr was dry-cumming, and his cock still throbbed though no fluid dripped out or added to the large puddle.

Still, as the fist was removed and the students stepped back, Plum looked at the sight with a slight disgust. The orifice was… Well, in the same poor state as when Luskr entered the room, if not more. It gaped, it was oozing… And it could barely hold its shape before Plum put a finger on it, healing it back and tuning down the sensitivity.

“Students… What I am about to show you is not a healing spell. But in your case, I'd advise you to watch closely. This is something that will be part of your practice today… You might even use it in the future."

Plum squatted by the Demon's orifice, tracing a finger over his posterior. Already, the muscles were numb and no longer reacting. The dry heaves ahead were loud and obnoxious, but nothing caused by Plum as his fingers danced lower, exposing the butthole that was closing back and taking the prim proper shape of someone well-used to penetration.

And yet, his focus was not on that orifice, though he was a breath away from it. No, his fingers descended again, right to the taint.

“This, Students, might be a solution to many fertility issues among species," explained Plum as he traced a line along the taint. The flesh there was plump, but as he pressed on it, he found the muscles underneath. Muscles against which he pushed while he infused magic in his fingers. Magic that seeped into the Demon's flesh, spreading across it and… Easing it.

“What… You have a solution for impotence and sterility?" mused Michel, kneeling in the cum just to watch closer… Enough that he was breathing into the Dragon's ear.

“Impotence? Sterility? Psst. I have done more than that," explained the Dragon as he pushed his finger inside and the skin, the flesh, seemed to split.

But Luskr was not reacting as the Dragon infused the spell to create something new inside the Demon.

He had tested and modified the spell many times to get good results. At first, he had to anesthetize the patient. Then, with his spell, he had to rearrange and modify the prostate as well as the position of the bowel, reinforcing them with an enchantment. And then, there was the creation of three organs at the same time.

Organ regeneration or creation was a complex process only the most refined of Healers could do to bring someone from the brink of death. However, this time, it was a whole different type of operation as he pushed deeper into the skin, which began to fold and open up under his touch. Beneath the coal-like skin, a rosy tint appeared, a surface glistening with fluids… Fluids that were almost no different from females in the smell and the touch. A fluid that seemed to seep from the entire and newly-formed hole. Hole the Dragon was slowly spreading, going with two fingers to scissor the entrance as they folded and formed labia.

“As you can see, I am forming another hole. But it means I have to modify the body in depth. Use the vision spell to see the changes. I cannot explain and focus at the same time," mumbled Plum as he slowly formed what would be the ovaries and nourished them with energy after he had taken a part of the Demon's flesh as a base.

That part… Was the most crucial, and when his focus was entirely on the organs. But even then, he heard the whistle, bark, and surprise from his students in awe.

“Bork!"

“Do you see that? How many capillaries can he control?"

“At least thousands… Hey, what's he doing?"

“I think…"

“Bork borf!"

“Yeah, he has to modify the prostate so it isn't crushed by the womb. But he couldn't put everything inside?"

Plum exhaled, more than his entire finger could slip inside. The vulva was entirely formed and produced fluids to stay lubricated. At that point, it was a matter of developing the womb and linking it to the ovaries.

“I cannot put the womb inside; it could be dangerous in case of an infection. Plus… Our Coach doesn't care if either hole should be used or not," mumbled Plum, wiggling his fingers inside the relaxed and resting Luskr, even though the latter groaned.

“Have some respect… And what are you doing inside?" asked Luskr, shaking his hips enough for Plum to frown. Frown as he pulled his fingers away, frustrated. The spell was almost finished, the rest could be done with physical contact…

And so, he stood up, turning his head towards Michel.

“Michel?"

“Yes, Lord Plum?"

“Would you… Demonstrate to Coach Luskr how to use his new organ?"

“New organ?" sputtered the Demon, trying to move his body and turn. But a quick touch and the Demon was paralyzed. “Release me, you big Scalebag!"

“Are you certain, Sir?"

“I am pretty certain. And it is not like Luskr will refuse it… after some stretched."

Plum pulled his finger away and heard the sudden gasp from the Demon. A gasp followed by a moan when Michel's hand was on the labia, touching and stroking the folds that were of a rich pink coloration. Then… The Human fumbled with his belt.

“Nihol, you're next. And you…" started Plum, watching the Lycan already stripping. “Are last."

“Borf!"

“Yes. Huh… Yes."

Shaking his head, Plum tried to remain serious while he watched Michel strip down. For a human, the Druid was respectively well endowed. His genitals were mainly long, with a shaft maybe going over seven inches. Such a respectable size was met with testicles that were close to the body and covered with a bush of brown hair, fuzzy and wild. Much like his pubes.

“Is there something, sir?" asked Michel, red-faced under the Dragon's inquisitive blue eyes.

“Hmm? No. Merely thinking of adding a few details to this session," mused Plum, touching the Human shoulder, infusing another spell of his making into the man. Though nothing had apparently changed.

“What… What spell was that? I felt it, but-"

“A fertility spell. I told you this was no issue. Now go, and breed that Demon."

Michel gulped but nodded. Then, he frowned as he approached the Demon's plump posterior; grabbing the hips he started to stroke. His hands were soft, but… They firmly gripped the muscular body, holding it there. Luskr couldn't even move one inch despite his vocalization. Michel approached his hips, pointed with erect cock, uncut and red, to the Demon's minted entrance.

It was the moment Plum was looking for as he watched the orifice open up, as he saw the muscles relinquish their presence and allow the elongated shaft inside.

He saw the nerves flaring up, the blood rushing to the vulva and beyond as it had already expanded. He noted the signals going along the Demon's spine, felt them like pokes against his numbing spell.

Luskr's breath was raspy and fast, his cunt throbbing with life, much like his dripping and spluttering cock. He was trying so hard to get free from the Spell's numbing effect. But even then, Plum did not release his control over the body. Not even when the Demon started to gasp and cough from that cock delving so deep it narrowly hit the cervix. Such a moment, such a surprising sight as the entire muscles within Luskr tensed up and tightened.

“Too… Much!" cried the Demon, his voice low while his cunt was tenting, and the hit could not happen again… Not with Michel.

Not as the Human started a slow back and forth, the tightening muscles holding onto his dick and sucking it, almost, while his cock marked the inside. No different than Luskr in enjoying the moment, Michel grumbled and moaned. All the while, the Human held tight onto Demon's hips, keeping themselves steady despite the desk creaking and squeaking beneath.

Their bodies trembled and quivered, Michel especially as he felt his orgasm rising.

With a slight glance, Plum watched the pulse going through the Human's cock, watched the motor reflexes growing unsteady, as well as the tractor muscles lifting the orbs. His heart pumped faster, his jaw tensed. Furthermore, the tension rose to take his entire body. No muscles, no limb were left untouched by the constant contraction due to the stress. Even the fingers were sometimes twitching. And yet, Michel did admirably well in pushing and keeping everything under control.

Assuredly, he was feeling that orgasm in his body, rising, heightening. He was feeling the pressure building up inside his prostate and the flare of reactions going from his cockhead, the most sensitive part of his organ, to the base. Signals were going all over the place.

Then, Plum coughed and returned to Luskr. The spell remained active, but through sheer willpower, the Demon regained control of his hands and upper body to twist them. A control he relinquished as his mind was set ablaze, his brain assaulted by the constant feedback the newly-minted cunt gave. Whether it was the labias, the inner walls, or even the cervix Plum had made sensitive to please the recipient of his spell.

Still, it seemed there was a missing detail as the Demon was about to climax once more, though this one was a feminine orgasm.

His testicles and prostate were mainly spent, barely moving. Even the latter, as the assault on the cunt meant a constant and regular pounding of the organ near the womb. Every hit was to spear and strike Luskr's sensitive spot.

“How is it?" asked the Dragon, curious as he passed a hand on the Demon's posterior.

“Pr- Pretty good. That's… The real stuff. Sir," mumbled Michel back, slurring and swallowing his saliva loudly. Even when slurping it, some droplets dribbled over his beard as his composure was breaking down piece by piece.

“Is it tight enough?"

“No… Not so much. Bu-But good," mumbled back Michel, closing his eyes.

Then, the Human bent over. His back arched, his abdominal muscles contracted. His legs lifted, and his toes extended. His ass clenched the same, his lips pursed by the teeth were gritting against one another. And then… A huff. Then a cry. Then, another huff and a cry.

All the while, his hips continued their pummeling movement, his testicles hitting and smacking against the plump cheeks, turning them into a brighter shade of red. The smacking was turning louder and louder, enough to silence everyone's breath, even Luskr's groans.

Nihol and the Lycan stood aside, their eyes captivated by the sight. No different than Plum, who held his chin and admired the Human's pummeling turning into something feral. The Druid had his chest pressed on the Demon's lower back.

His entire back was cramped, hard like steel. Yet, Michel continued to hit and hit. Each time he pulled back, it was to have those hips dropping, crushing, hitting the posterior, and stealing a moan from Luskr.

Then… There was the final cry.

“TAKE IT!" shouted Michel, his eyelid closing as everything within his body was swarmed by the intense pleasure. From his sight, Plum watched the wave going from the Human's groin and taking everything, ascending up to the brain.

All the same, he saw the jet going from the Human's cock, white and hot, being shot by the prostate and passing through the cock. He saw the second jet being prepared as more fluids were coalescing inside. But then, Plum glanced away.

He glanced not toward Michel but Luskr, observing the flood of fluids already spraying his inside. Then frowned… And grunted as he quickly cast a spell on the Demon. His ovaries were ready, but his cycle…

“Tsk," said the Dragon, clicking his tongue as he focused on that egg, that single egg he was taking from the Demon, and followed it descend towards the womb while Michel's semen hit the cervix. In that hit, most of the fluids were stopped, but it did not stop the sperm cells from advancing like a flood and passing through. It would be a quick case, an observation for Plum.

A hand on his chin, he observed the flow of gametes rush to the egg, intrigued and interested to see it happen before his eyes, even if his spell ensured its speed and result. It was meddling with nature's intent, but he was above it all.

“S-Sir… It- It was gr-"

“Shhh!" stopped Plum, raising his index towards Michel as he observed the first gametes hit and press against the egg. They poked, touched, trying to undo the protection before there was the one. The right cell that hit the egg at the right angle and… Penetrated the egg, permitted to do so. Plum's eyes focused on it; he even squinted to observe the result worked as the egg's surface no longer allowed for any penetration, leaving the other gametes to swim around while the selected one was finally… adding itself to the Demon's genes. The Dragon even nicked his scales while he observed the transfer, accelerated it, and… Saw the egg remain. Fertilized. Claimed.

“What is he doing?"

“N-… No clue," mumbled Michel, his cramped body backing down. His cock had gone soft, and most of his ejaculation was dripping from Luskr's claimed cunt. But even then, the Dragon kept looking at the huffing and grumbling Demon, more willing and calm at the moment. A moment of respite, the Dragon noted before he released his chin and nodded.

“He is impregnated."

“Sorry?"

“What?"

“HOW?"

“Bworf!"

Luskr, Nohel, Michel, and the Lycan were all speaking all over themselves while the Dragon grinned and smacked the Demon's posterior. Then, he leaned back.

“The interspecies breeding works. We will be able to proceed with the next step, students," said Plum with an attitude as he watched Michel's attitude decompose.

“I will be… a Father."

“You will all be, even you tw-" started Plum, pointing at Nohel and the Lycan, both surprised.

“YOU'RE LUCKY! I'M NOT READY TO BE A FATHER! OR EVEN A MOTHER!" roared Luskr, finally getting enough control to roll and nearly sit on the desk despite ruining it. His belly looked soft, but it would soon grow gravid.

“I am… We are not ready to be fathers, sir."

“Bork!"

Plum rolled his eyes, and raised his hands.

“If you prefer, I can let the Academy search for surrogates. It is not like an issue."

“It's… Not the same thing," mumbled Nihol, red-faced yet excited. As his cock remained dripping. “It's… it's a life."

“Ahhh. If you want, I'll even get your grades improved in other subjects and get you a job with a few nobles. I promise nothing bad will happen to your spawn."

The Lycan tilted his head and frowned… But nodded. As for Nihol, he bit his lips.

“Promise?"

“I swear on my diplomas."

“Good, we-"

“And what about me?" grumbled Luskr, still sitting and crossing his arms over his belly, looking at Plum.

“I gave you another hole your favorite students can fuck, and healed your ass. But you can tell the administration. Wait, even better. Let's go together to the principal to explain everything we have done," started Plum. “They would hit me with a fee, but you'll be barred from mingling with students."

“What about you and those students? Are they not fucking with you?"

“I never touched them sexually," explained Plum with a grin.

Luskr froze and looked at Plum's white teeth, then at the bothered trio, who, evidently, was not eager to speak against their professor. And so… The Demon grumbled, rolling again on his belly.

“Fine. The big one can take me first," grumbled the Coach, relenting.

“Truthfully… I wanted the two to take you simultaneously to see if it had no adverse effect," completed Plum, rubbing a tissue against his muzzle as if to daub a drop of sweat.

“Sir… is this fair towards coach Luskr? He is not-"

“Get on with it, Kids!" roared the Demon, finally moving on and going to his side with his legs spread. In that position, it was easy to glimpse at his asshole but mainly his vulva and his dangling testicles. The orifice was outstretched and dripping with seed. But it was not gaping so much since it had only taken a human cock. “Before Plum forces me to do something else. And you. Plum. You'd better forget about my students and never use that to drag me into one of your funny experiments!"

Plum shrugged the accusation, even as the Demon glared at him. He preferred to act innocent. Plus, it was not like he had any more blackmail material against the coach. So, he shrugged: “I won't hold that against it. Do you want something to dull the pain and ease the penetration, now?"

Plum asked this while he saw the trio: Michel sitting down, exhausted and sighing, while the Lycan and Nihol were acting quiet.

However, they finally came closer once Luskr nodded and Plum had finished casting his spell. There, he let the two approach and play with the orifice. Especially Nihol, whose fingers were already as wide as a human dick. As for his erection? Well, Plum had a slight tremble thinking about taking that one in. Even with his ability to undo most damages, it would be a pain.

At least, he could say Luskr was braver than him. The Demon was trying to act stoic, but his grimace could be seen: sweat rolled over Luskr's face, and his teeth clicked while he hooked an arm around one leg to keep it lifted. Meanwhile, the Troll pushed two fingers inside the cunt. He went for a scissor motion to stretch the entrance, to try it out. He pushed sideways, horizontally, vertically… Luskr answered with moans, but the numbing effect was working to avoid excessive pain. Somehow, Plum admired the Demon's attempts to stay composed.

Something that was not easy when the fingers pulled away, and everyone was forced to admire that club Nihol sported approach his vulva. The cock, in a way, was extremely thick and closer to a barrel. It was short enough for the diameter to approach the length compared to Michel's elongated cock.

Nevertheless, it was impressive as Nihol advanced and… His cock pressed on the entrance.

Luskr cried and moaned while Plum observed the nerves flaring and trying to transmit the pain. He tuned it down to the minimum, to the faintest pain. … Even then, it was enough to drive the Demon into huffing and grunting while his labias were forced apart by such a cock.

The orifice widened and gaped, made much more flexible thanks to Plum enchants. The Dragon even widened the hips to make some space and avoid unnecessary damage.

It remained daunting for the Dragon and the Demon when the labia looked thinner and crushed by the mast's sheer size. Whatever air that might have been inside was hastily chased and pushed away, slipping against the membrane only to leave a vulva so full and stuffed, it had basically imprinted the shape of Nihol's cock through the belly… It was starting to reshape Luskr's organs, forcing Plum to adjust as that Troll cock was bulging from under the skin and stretching Luskr's abdominal muscles, ruining them.

“Maybe it was not such a good idea," mumbled Plum to himself, certain the four others were too focused on the penetration and Nihol's voice grunts to hear him.

“No… Seriously?"

No. Luskr had perfectly heard, and the Demon was huffing, passing a hand over his outstretched belly. His skin was covered with sweat, his face was a mask barely kept together. His eyelids fluttered, unable to remain in one position while his guts were thoroughly spread and abused.

Still, Nihol was progressing quickly, and soon, his cock was fully hilted inside. His groin hit Luskr's labias, his testicles pressed against the Demon's thighs as Luskr remained sideways.

For a moment, everything came to a stop.

There was still enough place for another cock after the modification. And well, the Lycan looked needy, too, as he whined and inhaled the scent coming from Luskr's cunt, smelling the heat and need emanating from the Demon's cunt. Plum smelled nothing, but maybe it was the effect of priming the Coach for breeding.

Nevertheless, Nihol started to pull back a little. His cock had widened the path, and now, the penetration was easier for everyone. The entrance was slick, lubricated, and some fluids dripped over the Troll's testicles and the Demon's thighs. As that cock pulled out, it left an utterly gaping orifice behind. One so wide it could almost be possible for a human to fist it without touching the walls. And then, it was where the Lycan approached, his red-tipped cock pointing at the entrance while he was hip-to-hip with Nihol.

“Bark!"

“Are you… Sure, it's fine?"

“I cast every spell I-"

“GET IT INSIDE FOR HELLS' SAKE!" shouted Luskr, roaring. He even smacked his thighs while he looked at the two before he returned his hand to his knee. “Breed me, now!"

The two students glanced at Plum, who shrugged again before he pointed the cunt with his muzzle. The cunt that even started to clench and wink at the two, unable to do more than that. Then, with a huff, the Lycan approached it. A good mix between Nihol's wide organ and Michel's elongated one, the canine still offered the particularity in the form of his knot that was near the base of his cock. That part of his organ was red, swollen, and already coated with fluids, surely from his excitation.

An excitation palpable when the Lycan slipped inside that cunt, his hips instantly smacking against the labia and legs. But more than that, he howled when his knot was inside and fully massaged by the tender inner walls. The membrane was soft, tense, and it clung to his knot even though there was enough room for more… More as the Lycan stepped on the side without even moving away. Rather, he remained fully inserted while Nihol approached, his steps heavy.

The Troll's cock was stiff… Massive and daunting to anyone involved. Yet, with the Lycan already inserted in and pulling on the orifice, Nihol's presence would add more… Would be such a weight on the Demon's cunt it could break it. Even then, Nihol pressed his cocktip against Luskr's entrance. The orifice tensed, gaped, yawned… The Demon huffed, grunted, grit his teeth despite the numbing spells. And, finally, the tip was inside, crushing the walls and squeezing against the Lycan's dick, the Lycan's knot. Pressed together, the two males were rubbing shoulders to shoulders, to the point Nihol even wrapped his arm around the other mage's shoulders so they had more space to move.

“It's tight."

“Ngruf!" whined back the Lycan, shaking his hips and pulling back. But there was no way he could pull away from that cunt, not locked as he was. Not as those walls were desperately trying to close onto something, to stop, to halt the invasion… And it meant for the Troll and Lycan to be stuck inside.

Well, there would be no wound. Plum made sure of it as he touched them, hands and shoulders. A mere spell but then, it would be easier for them to move inside Luskr's cunt, moving in tandem as their bodies were starting to tense and jolt from the sensations. First was the Lycan, moving back and forth. Even if his knot started firmly anchored within, it popped outside for a second then returned. His hips moved fast and rocked Luskr's body while pulling on his labias.

Nihol? He was slow, taking his time in the action. But when he pressed inside the depths, it was for him to bloat Luskr's guts and make the Demon beg. Not beg to stop, for it to end, for them to pull away.

No, Luskr begged for them to cum and fill him.

“Go on! Stuff me! Do it!" he shouted, whether it was from the overwhelming pleasure hitting his body, heartbeat after heartbeat… Or from the true desire to get bred. His cunt was prepared, his eggs mature to be taken and to endure the assault. It would be a good experiment, and it was already showing results. His cunt was not reacting adversely, Luskr's body had perfectly adapted.

Then? The Demon was to be a slobbering and slurring mess whose arms barely held that leg lifted and away from the duo as they were pummeling his inside. In and out went Nihol, sometimes dragging the Lycan away only for them to slip back together in a chaos of fluids and cum.

Tension arose in the room as the smell of sex and need filled it, assaulted the most inured nostrils as Luskr managed to cum again from the internal assault on his prostate.

He came, over the desk and on its side, even if it were more droplets compared to his previous orgasm.

Luskr came. And with it, his cunt tightened. The walls suddenly closed, and in so, they massaged the males' dicks, coaxing more precum and fluids out of their squeezed dicks. They grunted, but again… not in pain. Their bodies were still healthy, but the assault and pressure on them were taking its toll.

The legs were cramped but healed, the jaws hitting together without any damage, the spines straightening by moments as the mix of sensations nearly stole their self-control.

It was an effort that was admirable and pointless for Plum as he watched, observed how their bodies were answering to the sensation. Nihol was already getting ready for the climax, his testicles rising closer to his hips.

His muscles were contracting whereas the Lycan was still relaxed enough. Precum kept spurting from that one's dick, but nothing seminal would come out. No seed, nothing. Just… He kept breeding and enjoying the sensation despite Luskr's faint moans and groans.

For a moment, it stayed the same through Nihol's force of will. He endured, bore the weight. But then, the Troll's grip on the Demon's hips twitched. His arms followed as hair straightened; even his osseous growths seemed to move. His face contracted, his neck stiffened, his mouth opened, but no words came.

Only a faint wheeze as his legs were suddenly wobbling, and his hand over the Lycan's shoulder was holding onto it like a crutch. But then, there was the assault.

It was loud, smelly, brutal. Plum watched as the Troll ejaculated and pulled halfway under the Lycan's bark. His semen, thick and white, started to hit the Demon's inside. It was a tidal wave hitting and passing through the cervix, rightly washing and bathing what was in that womb with its seed. More than that, as the semen hit and went inside, some of it hit the wall and moved back. Splurting noises came from the labia, pathetically attempting to hold on to the fluid dribbling on the ground and the students' groin. It was almost disgusting for the Dragon as he covered his nose, hiding a snarl as the Troll kept cumming and spraying, coating Luskr's taint with his musky fragrance.

The Demon was in such a poor state, and so was the hairy Lycan, his fur coated with fluids caking the strands to the skin. Even then, even with the Troll halfway there, even with the fluids releasing in a brutal “Schlorp" from the labia suckling… The Lycan continued. He continued to pummel those guts again and again, no longer restrained by his partner's cock. Underneath, Luskr was still moaning and crying, but it did not take long for the Lycan to change his attitude, his pace, his actions.

By then, Nihol had pulled back and, through some splashing on his parts, had finished his breeding so he could sit in the back with Michel, the two idly talking to themselves while the Lycan remained the most enduring and the most dedicated to breeding Luskr. The Demon had already been impregnated by the Human and the Troll, but it didn't stop the bestial instincts from taking hold of the student as he continued. He continued, growled, and even dug his claws in the Demon's sides while he leaned forward, even going as far as having his muzzle right by Luskr's inflated belly, full of troll cum.

His tail wagged behind him; his paws tip-toed while his knot suddenly swelled. It swelled, and the Lycan barked loudly, then howled as his claws dug within the Demon's tender flesh.

He came…

Adding more to the lot, mixing it with the Troll's semen that had flooded Luskr's womb.

Adding more to the swarm of swimmers rushing to get a hold of one of Luskr's eggs.

Before his eyes, Plum watched as another egg was claimed. Then another, then another. A whole swarm getting hit by his students' semen, whether trollish or lycan. By then, as his eyes were focused on the Demon's belly, laying on his side, tired and exhausted, the Dragon heard steps. The Lycan was pulling away, his hard red cock pointing before him as only droplets dripped from it.

But Michel was coming closer, his dick once more hard and presenting itself.

“Lord Plum… Since… The two knew… Could… Could I breed Coach Luskr again?"

“You already impregnated him," explained the Dragon, huffing.

“Yes… But only once. And they-"

Michel stopped, red in the face. But his eyes were on Luskr's belly, much like everyone else. And as Plum looked at his other students, they nodded, too, as if approving.

“Well. It's not like you have another class to attend."

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Murmurs. The whole amphitheater was filled with whispers and eyes darting in one singular direction. Even then, Plum tried to ignore the background sound as he corrected his notes for this class. Details, even the images he would have to display with the vision crystal and the enchanted plaque right at the center of the room. However, there was one detail he could not prepare as he glanced on the right, at one humongous red-and-black Demon looking positively flustered, angry, frustrated, and yet eager to remain seated.

“You owe me a lot," mumbled Coach Luskr.

After the little adventure, the poor Coach had to take a few breaks to recover from the abuse he endured… But more than that, he should have been on a maternity break those days. Such details were surprising enough that it was the teacher's room's hot topic. People were asking left and right who could be the Father and how a Demon could be impregnated.

Only a few were in the confidence, Plum at the center of it.

Much like now as the Dragon adjusted his glasses and smiled at the Demon. He approached him, patted the Demon's shoulders. If Plum desired to mess with Luskr, he could have gone for the swollen and leaky tits, or the gravid belly underneath the too-small shirt. But he remained professional. Enough.

“I owe you nothing. Now, be a good Demon and stand up, or I won't help with your sore feet," commented Plum, forcing the Demon to stand up and groan. Much like for any females, the effects of the pregnancy were visible on the body.

Plum smiled, touching the Demon's skin to palliate the sore feet before he went for the rostrum. He stood ready, accompanied by what was to be his magnum opus.

“Students! Today, Coach Luskr decided to join us despite his maternity leave. As many of you have heard, we will discuss the difficult subject of Breeding magic. I, Lord Plum, spearheaded the project with the help of our dear Coach."

Plum beamed, happy. This… Was the culmination of his project.

“Coach Luskr? Would you step forward?" asked the Dragon, glancing at the scowling Demon, who followed the order after a slight nudging until Luskr was on the enchanted plaque linked to the vision crystal. “Good. Students, look at the display. We will start the chapter by studying Luskr's current pregnancies!"