The Victims - Intro
#1 of The Victims
„The Victims - Intro"
The Great Hall was filled with silent murmurs of hundreds of people, all of them looking at the middle of the room. There, on a semicircular stage, four hooded people stood accompanied by four tall, brilliant, vaguely humanoid creatures towering over them. A fifth person was kneeling in front of all of them, bowing his head to the ground. It was a ceremony. A very important one, too, one important enough to gather the four Masters and the four Royal Elementals... The hooded figures raised their arms suddenly and spoke in unison, the gathered people instantly falling completely silent. "Hereby, with the elements as our witness, we grant upon you, Vincent von Mirias, the honorable rank of an Archmage!" The Elementals roared, their brilliant shine becoming almost blinding, and the gathered scholars answered with enthusiastic cheering.
Finally, the day had come. With the age of 35, after 20 years of gruesome studying in the National Academy of Arts and Magics in the country of Silvercliff, Vincent von Mirias, a member of the branch family of the mage clan von Mirias, has attained the rank of an Archmage. He was now allowed to live in his own appartment on the grounds of the Academy, far away from the common scholars' dorms, and has also acquired his actual target, the right to enter a warded area deep in the back of the Academy's library, reserverved only for Archmages. That was where the most potent and dangerous spells were hidden, the perfect tools to help Vincent realize his future plans. Plans, which, contrary to the freshy appointet Archmage's family, weren't noble at all.
Revenge.
Revenge on those who looked down on him because he wasn't fully human, revenge on those who would call him inferior just because he wasn't a member of the von Mirias' main family, revenge on all who had ever dared to make him hurt in the past. Revenge was the only thing that made him spend days and nights on reading old dusty grimoires, drawing sigils and meditating. Revenge was the only fuel which spurred him on and made him attain the rank of an Archmage after only 20 years of studying, which was nearly ten years less then the average.
After the ceremony, Vincent went straight to his new room in one of the Academy's countless towers. All his stuff was in there already, put in order, just the way he liked it. The best thing about the new room though was, that he got new furniture, especially more drawers allowing him to store more stuff, a full-body mirror, and... a new, bigger bed. With a content sigh, he laid down to relax a while, the ceremony proved to be more stressful then he initially thought. That was the moment when he realized, just how horny he was. He didn't have a chance to relieve his needs in the past month, due to intense learning and the exams which took all of his attention, and now, his balls were starting to ache, begging for release. Vincent chuckled to himself, walking up to the door and turning the key, then disrobing himself in front of the mirror, looking over his frame in the process.
As mentioned, Vincent wasn't fully human, he had both human and Lycan blood running through his veins, he was something most people described in a loathsome way as a „halfbreed". He had to admit though, that he liked his body. Tall, muscular, with ebony fur covering most of his limbs, chest and back, combining with his hair to form something akin to a mane . His groin was also covered with short fur, and exactly there, was something else he got from his Lycan father, a rather hefty, fuzzy sheath, and a pair of large testicles. Vincent slowly rubbed a hand down his chest and belly, sliding over his genitals, to fondle the two furry orbs. The half-Lycan moaned softly, feeling the first tingle of pleasure which made his sheath swell slightly, and the pink tip of his feral cock to poke out of it. With another moan, he teased the tip with one finger, then rubbed his sheath a few more times, each time pulling it back a bit, his manhood swelling fast. As soon as he could, Vincent closed the hand around it, stroking it, coaxing it out more and more, moaning softly as jolts of pleasure shot through his body. Damn he needed it. He needed to cum really badly. Soon, his wolfhood grew to its full, nine inch size. Vincent grabbed it, and gave it a long stroke, the pleasure making him throw his head back and moan out loud. As he opened his eyes, he was looking directly in the mirror. The sight of himself masturbating aroused him even more, first shot of pre landing on his hand. Vincent smiled, smearing it on his cock, lubing it. The real fun started now. He needed to cum badly, but he would be enjoying it as long he could. He sat down in front of the mirror, stroking his cock with one hand, while the other one fondled his balls. Slowly, he increased the pace of his stroking, occasionally humping in his hand when a stronger jolt of pleasure hit him. When he felt that he was getting close, he would stop for a few seconds, just to start again, wanting to get the most of the pleasure he could. After he repeated the game a few times, the base of his cock started to swell, forming his knot. As Vincent stroked it, he yelped when a bolt of pleasure stronger then all before it shot through him. Slowly, he laid down on his back on the floor, changing the angle of the mirror with one foot, so he could keep watching himself, increasing the pace again. His moans filled the room together with the smell of a horny male and sex. As a half beast, he could smell it all, and it only increased his arousal. He wanted... no, he needed to cum, now. He increased the pace again until the hand on his cock was only a blur, fondling his balls harder, panting and moaning audibly, bucking his hips against the hand. When he felt that he was getting close, he leaned forward, aiming his cock at his face and opened his mouth. Then, he moved the other hand from his balls to his knot and gave it a slight squeeze. It was all that was needed to send him over the edge, and with a loud moan, he came. Ropes of thick cum shooting from his cock, landing in Vincent's mouth and on his face. The half-Lycan rode his orgasm as long he could, shuddering from the intense pleasure, until he finally collapsed oh the ground, panting hard, the rest of his cum shooting on his stomach in short jets. Vincent licked his lips, savoring the taste of his own sperm. Without caring about getting clean, he crawled on the bed and closed his eyes, falling asleep with a smile on his face. Tomorrow, a new life would begin for him, and this was just the perfect start.