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One advantage of being a third year advanced student was being able to schedule some private time in a warded room. Maxiac Oxora was on her way to one right now. Though why in the seven-subdiveded hells they’d scheduled her for this late, she would never know. Sure, Broad River was a school for all sorts, and yes, classes did run all the time. So yeah, the work rooms were all in high demand.

“Stupid teachers demanding all the good time slots,” she muttered under her breath. Juggling her satchel (it kept sliding down her shoulder), some cheese, an apple, and a steaming mug of tea as she hurried down the hall. “Why I couldn’t get it just after dinner or in the morning...” she trailed off into grumbling. Candlelight dancing off her deeply emerald scales. Duck and down the stairs, the rather tall dragonborn just avoided braining herself on the stone. “But noo, you’re a third year. You can do without sleep. Doesn’t matter what tests you might have in the morning. Gripe gripe, grumble.”

Broad River Academy was an old institution. How old, no one remembered exactly. Sure, the buildings could be dated back, but the institution itself? Rumors were it had been there long before the first stone had been carved and laid out.

One would think in all that time, they would’ve been making plans for the buildings. Sure, it made sense that the work rooms were centrally located, and at some of the lower levels. With protections set into the deep stone itself. However, why did she have to go a floor below them, just to take a set of stairs going up three levels, and then back down just to get where she needed go to? And half the staircases were just a shade too short for her. Meaning she had to duck walk to get down them. All while carrying her bags full of materials. And hurrying because the stupid Keeper of Rooms was Gisbert tonight and...

The bell began to chime.

Deep, thunderous ringing that could be heard throughout the complex. People argued, and had argued for centuries, on if it was magical or just because the bells were so goddamn big. Neither of those mattered to her though. Not right now. All that mattered was that she get there before the bells finish.

Which she did, but only just. The tenth toll was sounding as she neared the corner. Giving her just enough time to slow herself to a prideful walk and straighten her bags. Rounding the corner and striding up to the otter as the eleventh toll started. Gisbert glanced up at her over the rims of his glasses. She straightened her back and purred out, “Maxiac Oxora, here at the requested time.” Her foot tapped on the stone with the final, twelfth, chime. “Precisely.”

Even with that, he breathed a sigh and looked down at his ledger. There was only one person listed at this time. She knew it. He knew it. Yet everything had to be by the book. “I do not see an Oxora.” At least he knew that clanname came first. “There is a Carver here,” he glanced at her again. “Are you not Ms. Carver?”

The very tip of her tail twitched with agitation. “I am called that, yes,” she breathed after a second. “Riley was working at scheduling and I told him what name to put down, but...”

Gisbert held up a hand, “You are here and that’s what matters, Carver.” He turned the ledger around to face her. “Sign.”

Sigh. Grumbling under her breath, she plucked a stamp from her pocket and tapped it on the ledger. Her personalized stamp appeared on the line, perfectly within the space. Precision was key with her chosen school, and this was part of the test. Though, judging from the way some stamps veered off lines, it seemed it wasn’t something everyone watched for. Would explain what happened to Jamie’s arm though.

“The room is all yours,” Gisbert fished a key out from his sleeves. “I’ll make sure you’re still breathing after an hour. After two, I’ll knock on the hour, and every hour after. If you don’t reply somehow, the room will be Purged.” A purging meant that the room would be cleansed of everything that wasn’t explicitly her. “So keep your ears out,” Then he went back to the book he’d been reading when she came down the stairs. Clearly done with her, and not willing to answer more questions or give more commentary.

Which was fine by her. He didn’t need to. If someone came down here and still had questions, then they’d be turned around and sent back to their teacher. One didn’t summon a demon without knowing what one was doing. Well, at least not at Broadriver. Maybe down at Fotria, but not here.

She could feel the key’s magic open the wards, letting her into the work room. Wards that closed behind her as she stepped into the plain room. Thick, plain stone on all sides, so heavily enchanted with magics that she could feel them pulsing in time with her breath. These wards were ancient, they knew their job. Recognized her as belonging there. They were attuned before she even reached out. Magical watchdogs, ready to spring to action should they be needed. Not to protect her, but to protect the school.

Humbling thought.

The room was empty, save a couple crystal globes for light, and a plain lectern. And that was it. Nothing else in the room. She’d brought her supplies with her. Hanging up her bag, she fished out what she’d need. The scroll she’d written out her summoning ritual on, chalks, powders, and other niceties. Including a little burner and a small pot to get some tea going while she did this. “Right,” she sighed and rolled her shoulders. Then stripped off her clothing and set them aside. Emerald scales glittering in the magical light as she rolled and stretched out her shoulders.

Summoning was dull work. Weeks of preparation, gathering supplies, and planning it out. All so one could then spend crawling about on their hands and knees, drawing lines with chalk. Heavens help you if you smudge a line. It’s why so many summoning rituals were done in the buff. Didn’t want the hem of your shirt dooming you to eternal servitude.

It also meant that one had plenty of time to think. Couldn’t let one’s thoughts wander too far, yet she couldn’t help it. Especially not when it came to her name.

Why had her Clan Uncle decided she needed to be called Carver? Sure, he’d caught her in the midst of using a knife on the dining room table, but she’d been young. More than that, she’d just been trying to fix her cousin’s spelling mistake. Young dragonborn would often earn names among family and friends. Despite her protests and explanations, he’d taken to calling her Table Carver. Which spread to other clan members, who found it weirdly amusing to shorten it to Carver. A name that she’d thought would have been left behind once she was at the Academy.

Alas no. One of her early friends caught sight of a letter from her clan. “Who is Carver?” That question had spread the name throughout campus. She didn’t hate it, just... well it was her child name. Though it was rather wild some of the assumptions and stories that had cropped up about her. Some of her friends had even come to her, nearly crying with laughter. Telling stories of how she was some ruthless mercenary. A child soldier with more deaths under her belt than there were stars in the sky.

She had trouble squashing insects.

A whistle made her stop and sit back. Tea was ready and her back was hurting. Carver stretched and rolled her shoulders, breathing out a sigh. Getting the tea ready was a moment to let her eyes and head clear. One could only stare at runes and lines for so long before one was driven mad. Especially when they began to writhe under her brush and chalk.

Short break and back to it. She set her tea down on the little holder. Didn’t want to knock it over and ruin things. Checking and double checking her notes as she stepped over and around the lines. “Slash,” she sighed. “Line. Dot. Crescent intersecting a line...” She wasn’t looking for anything too spectacular for her familiar. An imp or hellhound or something similar. Something with some knowledge, some ability to protect or carry out basic tasks, and easy enough to control. She’d offer a shred of power as a treat, and in exchange they’d get out of the hells for a while. Down the line, she’d change what her familiar was. Every mage did.

Didn’t take too much longer before she leaned back with a sigh. Everything looked good. Opening herself up, she could feel the Weave flowing in and around the runes. Lapping at the edges of her protective circle. Thankfully, it didn’t flow through. Good, proper separation. She’d been praised for that in the practices.

Now, she pulled her clothing back on. Taking a moment to make herself look properly imposing and put together. First impressions and all that.

“Okay,” she breathed out, “You’ve got this.” Fingers curled just so, hands positioned just right, and the words spoken thusly. She could feel the power flow through her, sliding out from her fingers. She touched the Weave, shaped its threads, let her intent be known. The magics formed and cast into the center of the warded area. Stretching further and further down, a touch of power as bait. Her eyes danced to the notes as she kept saying the words she half-remembered, half-knew deep in her core. No harm in checking her notes, right?

Something tugged at the line. Curiosity. Confusion mixed with annoyance. Carver curled her fingers just so. Hands in front of her. She pulled and intoned the word. Hardly even words, shapes given sound, unspeakable by their very nature. She spoke and puled. Surprise. Greater annoyance. It pulled at the power. Tried to free itself of the spell. She jerked and pulled, reeling her magics back in.

The center of the circle heaved, cracked, and a hand shot up. She ground her teeth and pulled harder, feeling her magics strain. Heat surged through her body as the Weave responded and surged down the line. Utmost annoyance then resignation.

A figure appeared in the middle of the circle. There was no flash, little fanfare, nothing that she expected. No smoking crater, no smoldering sulfur, no bellowed threats. Nothing. Just a strangely annoyed looking creature, vaguely canine in shape. It looked to be somewhere between a jackal and a fox. Head and shoulders shorter than her, wearing a rich purple robe. It stared at her with confused annoyance, a hand clutching something at its side. When she looked down, she saw a thread of power, her power, hooked into it.

“What is this?” the creature huffed. It’s voice somehow sweet and hoarse at the same time. Hands explored where the thread of power vanished into their body. “Out of all the indignities.” Tall ears twitched and sharp eyes fixed on the dragonborn, “What?!”

Carver blinked, “What?”

The figure pointed, “That’s what I’m asking you. What? What do you want, huh?” It looked around the room and sniffed at the air. “Magical wards... stone walls.” It reached for the barrier, but pulled back just as cylindrical ward sprang up. Fingers hovering just before the words of power that trapped it. “Not a bad ward. Powerful, but.... amateurish.” It’s head snapped around, “A student?!”

She straightened her back, “I have summoned you here. I compel you to...”

A sharp gesture, “No student compels me. You will tell me what you want, then you will dismiss this... This!” it puled at the line, “How did it sink so deep?” the demon muttered to itself. “What spell did you use?” Eyes flicked around, voice coming faster as it examined, “This basic summoning spell shouldn’t have...” Its gazed locked onto something and it leapt to its feet, “Let me see your notes.”

Carver was taken aback. She’d spent hours practicing before the mirror. Had her whole speech prepared and memorized. Her teachers had told her she needed to be more bold, open to going with the flow and improvising. The problem was, when things started to go off the rails...

Snap!

The sharp snapping of fingers brought her back. “Mortal plane to Student. Hello!” The demon waved and pointed, “Show me your notes.”

“But I...”

Hand went to hip and the glowing gold eyes narrowed. “I can’t do anything in here with just your notes. You’ve set up a good ward, and I’m bound with your summoning circle until you dismiss me or we reach an agreement. This is all stuff your teachers, if they’re worth a fuck, have taught you. Yes?” Carver nodded slowly, that all sounded right. “Then let me see your notes. Just turn it around.” Wordless, Carver did as asked. “Good girl, you get a check mark. Now let’s see...” The creature leaned forward and frowned. Eyes scanning the parchment quickly.

It took all of a second for Kazid to spot their True Name. There, jotted down amongst the most mundane and boring summoning ritual was their name. It took a second longer to realize that their name wasn’t originally there. Rather, it was a stain on the page. A neat little crescent that crossed a sharp slash, and intersected with another symbol. Nostrils flared with growing anger and brought them the scent of... Tea.

A fucking tea stain.

“Okay,” Kazid rubbed their muzzle, “you clearly made a mistake summoning me here. Just release me, check over your work, and try again.”

“No.”

Ears tilted forward, “Pardon?” Kazid’s eyes glowed as they glared up at the dragonborn.

While the demon had been looking over her notes, Carver had taken her time to look over the demon. Something between a jackal and fox. Fangs, but they were clean and kept. Ivory horns curled under the tall ears. Almost providing a rest for them. Demonic in nature. Certainly felt like a good magic type. Her mind raced in those moments to figure out what type of demon it was. Each time she came to the same conclusion and it sent a shiver down her spine.

She as dealing with an Arcanaloth.

Which was certainly something frightening, but it also gave her an advantage in a way. Not much of one, but it was something. When negotiating with a demon, one had to have every advantage they could muster.

Carver rolled her shoulders, “I have you here, and I am going to bargain with you.” She did her best to sound bold, sound brave, putting everything into it that Avice had helped her practice. Hour upon hour before a mirror, trying to mimic the kobold’s pose, the way she could look down at her nose. Even if someone was three times her height. Yet Carver couldn’t help it, “Please.”

Kazid folded their arms, hands sliding into the voluminous sleeves of their rich purple robes. “Please? You summon me here and you ask me to please bargain with you.” There was an extra layer of snide condescension to those last words. It took all Carver had to keep from shrinking back. If the demon noticed, they didn’t say anything. Just laughed, shook their head, and began to pace around. “What could someone like you possibly have to offer someone like me?”

“Knowledge.”

Carver just blurted it out, but it made the demon stop mid-stride. “What knowledge do you have that I don’t?”

Emerald shoulders rolled, a nervous tick of hers. “You don’t know where you are. Do you?”

The Arcanaloth crossed the space to stand before Carver. Arms sliding back into their sleeve as they leaned forward. Stopping just short of activating the runes that kept them in place. “Educate me.” The words rang as a challenge, insult, and reprimand all rolled into one. As if angered that Carver dared to consider she knew something they didn’t.

Act disinterested, Avice’s voice rang into her head. “Well,” Carver turned her head to pick at a stray thread. “I will give you this small piece for free. A little…” she discarded the string with a wiggle of her fingers, “seasoning before we get to the work of negotiating.” Tilt her head and peer down her muzzle, “You’re at Broad River.”

Now that nearly made Kazim’s ears perk up. They knew of Broad River. No mage worth their salt hadn’t heard of it. Though what made them stop and look was the sheer audacity of the very idea that this half-baked mageling before them was a student at that prestigious academy.

Kazim threw their head back with a guttural, growling sigh. “You are not going to release me, are you?” They threw their hands up in grand theatrics, “Fine. Fine!” And plopped down. “Show me the contract and get me some tea.” They pointed towards the kettle. “A fresh one, if you please. You try to convince me to allow you to make a deal with me, and I will certainly convince you to release me for something more fitting your… Skills.”

Carver sniffed, rolled her shoulders, and moved to the pot. “Fine. But you,” she reached into her pack, “will begin reading while I prepare a fresh pot.”

Demands. Concessions. Prepared papers. “Fine,” Kazim sighed and reached out. Waiting as the papers were passed through a prepared section of the circle. “Don’t come crying to me when you regret this.” Paperwork, now this they knew well. Too well.

“As if I would regret it,” Carver sniffed and folded herself into a seated position.

Gods above, she regretted every moment of this deal.

Kaz, at least that’s what they’d insisted Carver call them, was busy critiquing the instructor’s lesson. “Is he dense? Trying to teach that Theorem? Not only is it older than I am, but it’s out of date and exceptionally inefficient!” That wouldn’t be so bad, but the Arcanaloth had quickly discovered new and interesting ways to distract and torture Carver. Today, the demon was walking around the classroom in nothing but an open robe. A wide open robe. One that showed off a rather full set of breasts, immaculately groomed fur, and a rather pendulous set of balls.

Carver knew that genders and sexuality were more of a demon’s personal preference. One of those benefits to not having a regular, physical form it seemed. It was one thing to know, and another to know it.

It was yet another to know that only she could see the Arcanaloth. More than that, she was the only one that could interact with it. In fact, as she watched, the professor just walked through the demonic creature. Which responded by literally hounding him around the room. Chastising his teaching methods and skills, in several different languages.

Kaz walked over and gave Carver’s side a swat, “Can’t believe you’re sitting through this.” It was supremely weird that she could feel the demon’s touch. Right down to the feel of the Arcanaloth's fur and warmth against her side as the creature sat down. How Kaz could be seen, heard, and felt by only her was boggling. How in the hells could the demon walk through someone, just to come up and poke her in the gut before delivering some remark or another. Was it an illusion? Couldn’t be. Not and still be able to interact with her. Unless the walking through people was all part of the illusion...

“Now this. This fascinates me.” Kaz’s finger reached out to flick the end of Carver’s quill. The feather twitched under her touch. “Able to keep writing without needing to be dipped in ink. Plus it’s able to be in a range of colors? Which is doubly useful, once we agreed on one that didn’t match the color of tea stains.”

“I said I was sorry about that,” Carver muttered through their telepathic bond.

Kaz sniffed, “Still can’t take a tease, hmm?” Head tilted and ears perked, “Well, not a verbal one, but what about…” The Arcanaloth's hand reached out. A hand which slid right right through Carver’s clothing. Passing through it as if it were nothing but air. The dragonborn was busy trying to listen to the professor and taking notes to notice. At least until the fingers brushed right over her breast. Fingerpads slid over the soft scales, easing up until they found her nipple.

“YEEEEK!” She jolted at the touch and jerked back.

Silence.

“Ms. Carver, perhaps there is something you’d like to share with the class?” The large elephant rolled his trunk and lowered his glasses just enough to peer over them.

Her cheeks couldn’t have been hotter. “Ah,” she stammered.

“Tell him a spider was on your hand,” Kaz smirked as they leaned against the desk.

Carver wanted to glare and snarl at the demon, but she found herself. “There was a… spider on my hand.” She brushed at her palm and looked around, “Think I got it. Sorry for the interruption.” She took her seat quickly. “Don’t you dare do that again,” she mentally hissed at the Arcanaloth.

Kaz swung to sit side saddle on the bench. One leg casually draped over the dragonborn’s legs and the other her tail. “Oh come on,” Kaz purred. “It’s been over a month since you summoned me and we made a deal. I’ve been helping you with your studies, been behaving, have yet to cause you harm. What’s the dangers of a little…” their hand reached out, fingers becoming a bit thicker, form a bit more masculine, “touch?” The jackal-like face tilted and Carver swore their eyes grew somewhat larger in a rather good impression of puppy dog eyes, “Please Mistress, I’ve been ever so good and I’m rather pent up.”

Carver ground her teeth, “Just… don’t distract me.” She had to relent, those eyes were just to sorrowful, “And don’t do anything… weird.”

It might have been her imagination, but she swore that Kaz smirked. “I will be innocent and pious, My Summoner.”

She found it hard to believe that the demon could, or would, be pious. Especially as that hand returned to her breast. Casually stroking over her mound. The tip of Carver’s tail twitched as those furred fingers explored her breast. Her cheeks colored as their fingers explored her. Teasing, petting, and sliding up and around. Luckily, she was leaned forward enough, and her clothes loose enough, that it hide how her breast was being fondled. Nothing could be done for how her cheeks colored though. Or when Kaz’s fingers began to tease her nipple again. A slow trail around the outer edges of her areola. Enough to make her flesh tremble and firm under the touch. Bringing it to peak that the demon could then poke gently.

It was getting to be incredibly hard to focus on her notes. Doubly so as Kaz’s other hand dropped and began to fondle their plump sheath. “Well,” the demon almost purred, “you seem to have accepted this rather quickly.” Those golden eyes narrowed into a smile. “If I didn’t know better, I would imagine that you’re enjoying this, Carver.”

She chewed her bottom lip, “I thought it might keep you quiet for a moment.” There was no denying that it was starting to affect her though. She could feel her heart start to beat that much harder. Felt a warmth surging through her. Tingling along her body like electricity. Every touch of the demon’s flesh on hers crackled with raw energy. It was taking every scrap of discipline that she had to keep herself under control. Her mask only cracked as the demon pinched her breast a little to hard. Lip twitching as she held back a yelp.

Kaz exhaled and turned, propping chin on a palm. “Bored. Hardly any fun if you don’t respond.” They yawned and narrowed their eyes again, “Also hard to focus on anything with that gas bag droning on and on.” An ear twisted towards the teacher, “It will be ages before he gets to teaching you to manifesting physical illusions.”

Carver would have breathed a sigh of relief, but didn’t want to give Kaz the satisfaction. “And I suppose you can do better?”

An ear perked, “Well, I could teach you something. All it would take would be…” head rolled back and forth, “a single night.” Kaz twisted their head around, “a single night with me giving you lessons, and I could have you ahead of this entire class.”

She rolled her eyes, “Well, it’s a shame that I have a task tonight.”

“Task?” Ear perked then folded back against their curved horn, “Ah yes, that. The rebirth chamber.” Eyes narrowed and they puffed a sigh, “I still don’t get it. Meat becomes a little harder to get. So the solution is to… kill other citizens, and go through all the magical effort to rebuild them a body? Though I suppose making a body is rather simple.”

The bell tolled and Carver blew on her notes to dry the ink. “I don’t fully understand it either, but it’s custom here. So, if you aren’t going follow and pester me in the Chamber, what are your plans?”

Kaz yawned widely, “I might return to the dorms. Read some of those books you checked out. Take a nap in your bed.” The demon slunk after her as they wandered into the halls.

“Don’t write in the margins.”

“Please, I would never deface a book.” Kaz flipped a mocking salute and wandered off. Leaving Carver to breathe a sigh and compose herself before heading down to the lower levels.

The Chamber of Rebirth, jokingly called The Doll Store by some, was set up almost like an infirmary. High ceilings, magical lights shining down on the rows of beds. Except, instead of patients, each bed was occupied by a lump of hardened clay. A form, more or less. Each one housed a Recall Totem. An item bound to a specific person, designed to call their essence and place it in a new body. It was a cheaper, easier to use version of a Greater Clone spell. Bodies couldn’t be made and stored like this, but they could regenerate quickly enough.

What surprised her was that no one else was there when she got to the chamber. “Hello?” Carver walked around slowly. “Belroth?” she was supposed to be paired up with another dragonborn tonight. A friend of hers, even if he was on a different track than she. “Bells, late again?” she sighed and shook her head. Noticing a note a moment later. She flicked it open, “Carve, caught a stomach thing, got as green as you. Healers say bed rest for today. Will make it up to you tomorrow, if you’re up for it. Bell.”

She heaved a sigh, “Of course. Just leave me all alone with the molds tonight. Whelp!” she dropped her pack down and sank into one of the overstuffed chairs. “I have books. I have snacks,” she glanced towards the cold box. “I think I have snacks…” a check revealed that she did in fact had some snacks. Glorious. Plus there was always the chime to call for fresh drinks and something warm. “I do have snacks, and I have a night away from Kaz. Now to just…” she boldly kicked both feet up onto the other chair and leaned back with a sigh, “wait.”

The duty was easy enough. Wait until one of the molds began to chime. Then she’d hurry over, help crack it open, and get the person out. End of the weeks were always busiest. People, well specifically the ‘prey’ types, going into town to earn a little extra money. The school paid for their… services if they helped out.

Carver was just glad that she’d never been on kitchen duty. There mere thought of it sent shivers up her spine.

“Something else,” she sighed, “book. Reading!” and out came the books. School books she should be reading on. A new volume of poems and songs from around the kingdom. Lastly… a rather saucy romance piece. One she’d borrowed from Avice. Well, less borrow and more had thrown at her with the emphatic, “You’ve gotta read this!” from the kobold, “It’s extra saucy.”

A look around showed that there was no one here. She set the books aside and picked out the poetry volume. Might as well get started on that. Did wish that Bells was here. Even if he was studying, at least it was someone else here to talk with. She sighed and kicked back, glancing around the room. Not a sound. Not so much as a creak of clay.

Ugh, she was bored.

Poetry and song could only go so far. She’d tried to sing a couple, but it was hard without someone to riff off. Any of her colleagues would at least be someone to talk to. It would be a slow night just for that.

Much as she hated to say it, she wouldn’t even mind Kaz here. The Arcanaloth was a bit of a pain. That seemed to come with the territory of being a demon. When the creature wasn’t being difficult or annoying, they were capable of rather stimulating conversation. Getting their opinion on magic, technique, even learning some new spells. It could be interesting. Fun even. Though the downside to all that was the relentless teasing that Kaz laid upon her. The snarky comments and uncomfortable truths about some great scholars.

If she focused on Kaz, she could just feel the demon at the edges of her awareness. They could share senses, talk telepathically, and a few other things. Why, Kaz even had this pocket dimension that they could live in. They said it wasn’t bad, nice and quiet. Even asked Carver to put them there now and then.

Right now, she could feel that the demon was half asleep. Probably curled up in bed, some book propped up under a magical light, reading away. “Better not be snacking in my bed.”

“You’re the one that sneaks midnight snacks in, Summoner.” The mental words flavored with pure snarkonium. “How goes the wake? I hope none have woken up screaming. Nor have any woke half formed.”

Carver shivered. That was everyone’s fear. Something going wrong in the process. “No. Just sitting here. Alone. Bells is out sick with something bothering him.”

She could almost feel the arcanaloth’s ears perk, “Alone?” the mental voice hummed, “Well, you know what you need right about now?”

“What’s that?”

“To not fall asleep. Goodnight.” With that, the Arcanaloth sent the image of them rolling up into the blankets. Followed by a blissful warm, cozy feel, and then it cut off.

Carver grumbled, “I should send them to their little pocket dimension without snacks.” She sighed and leaned back. Least she had her books. A wide selection of them to keep her busy throughout the night.

It was the start of the weekend break. That was always the busiest, but even ‘busy’ meant that it could be hours between needing to help people.

Speaking of which. A chime had her on her feet. Wasn’t hard to tell which of the beds it was. The dull, slow pulse of light from the clay mold. She let her fingers run over the surface and perked her ear frills. “Wakey wakey,” she tapped the clay with a finger and intoned a spell. The clay resonated, hummed, and then just… fell apart into dust. The boar inside lay still for a moment. Then arched with a gasp and coughed. Clouds of dust coming up from his body. “Hello, need a towel? Snacks,” she angled her head back towards the desk, “we’ve got…”

He cut her off, “Nah, gotta get back to the party. It was just getting good!” He leapt off the bed, nearly bowling her over. Carver could only blink as he started for the door. Stopped. “Wait…” he grabbed the towel and grinned, “Can’t go walking with the lads out, can I?” he snorted a laugh and strutted out with just the towel around him.

Well…

So that happened…

Personally, she couldn’t imagine going back to a party that you’d just died at. Been killed at… It was complicated. Still didn’t know fully where she stood on the whole thing. Suppose it was a gray area. Nothing bad happened to the people, and generally they were taken care of fairly quickly. She had asked about that. Even probed the subject a couple times with people when they wanted to sit around and talk. No one said they remembered anything, or much of anything. So she guessed it was okay.

Her mind kept racing around the topic as she tried to read her school books. It was maddening and before long, she tossed the book aside with a sigh. “Fucking bored…” Her eyes swept over the pile of books she had. Then stopped on the romance novel. In the Serpent’s Clutches. Very exotic title.

Well, she could use some trash to keep her mind off things. She set out a snacking board and a drink. Keeping them within reach as she leaned back in her chair, kicked her feet up in the other seat, and tore into the book.

It started out interestingly enough. Following the exploits of a daring, brave porcupine. A traveling merchant who roamed the lands in search for strange and interesting wares. It started with her going to a rather large town and happening across some interesting characters. A dragonborn who claimed to b a monster hunter and bartered in knowledge. The scarred guard, an older bear who was all laughs and jokes. A naga, a viper alchemist who slunk behind dusty counters. Then the love interest, a lynx. A local hunter who was all smiles and kind words. Carver found herself narrowing her eyes and sliding further into her reading slump. Mind already racing with the possibilities of this pairing. Namely how would the lynx woo her, and how he’d deal with those quills of hers.

Imagine her surprise when the story took a twist. The hunter luring the merchant off alone. Outside of town to a more romantic spot. All so he could try and force himself upon her, one way or another. His intent clear in what would happen to the merchant after.

Carver sat up a little. Nibbling on the edges of a bit of cheese nervously. Heart hammering in her throat as she read the chase. Merchant running for her very life as this dastardly lynx went from smiles and charms to bearing his teeth. Fear practically radiated from the pages as the porcupine fled her pursuer. He’d separated her from her wagon and loyal horses. Tracked her through the woods. Always seeming to spring up just ahead of her, only to melt back into the shadows.

Before long, she was corned, struck to the ground and dazed. Hunter atop her, the cold steel of his knife to her throat and the hot flesh of his… lance against her body. Salvation. Head woozy from a blow, the hunter loomed over her, started to snarl something, then… he went still. Body ridged as he let out a pained noise and fell away.

It was the alchemist. His face hidden by a hood, body slithering along the ground. Scales rasping over the stone. Carver’s heart hammered in her throat, mirroring the merchant heroine’s own fear. Fear that surged as the viper wrapped around her. Woozy and dazed, helpless as he…

Helped her to safety.

What followed next was a rather sweet tale, uncovering new things. Learning about the nervous, but good hearted alchemist. Carver breathed a sigh of relief and sank back into her chair. Reading along as the relationship began to move and grow. Very quickly. Almost too quickly, if you asked her, and seemingly it was shockingly fast for the alchemist too. The merchant was well traveled in more ways than one.

She found herself blinking and blushing at how descriptive the story became. How deeply it dove into the feel of the naga’s coils wrapped around the porcupine. The care he had with his kisses. How his tongue could almost choke the merchant as it…

Oh. Wow…

Carver was so wrapped up in her reading that she didn’t notice the sound of scales rasping off stone. Her first sign that she had a visit was a pair of hands around her. Sliding over her belly, up to her breast, cupping them. She gasped and arched, starting to say something, but unable to find the words. A glance over her should reveal a shadowy figure. Hints of scales and a long body stretched out behind. A muzzle met hers as she looked. Thick, forked tongue almost choking her as it snaked past her lips and into her mouth.

It was all she could do just to moan as the tongue invaded her mouth. Hands on her breasts, teasing nipples and massaging her fine scales. Where had her clothing gone? Was a distant thought as this serpentine lover wrapped around her. His warm both embracing her, coiling and squeezing hers. It wrapped around her and held just so. Sliding over her belly, between her legs, and against her most private of spaces.

That thick, scaled body of his rasped against hers. Grinding and teasing her in ways no male yet had. She found herself panting, trying to breathe around that kiss. Just when she felt like she’d pass out, the kiss broke and she took a breath. Just that single breath before her partner dove back in. She reached out to grab him, to push him away, yet she found herself petting and giving herself to him. Stroking over his body.

Under her touch, scales gave way to fur. Silky smooth, a rich brown in color. The naga changed under her touch, growing fur where scales should be. Yet the body remained the same, largely. Head reshaped somewhat, growing to be more jackal in nature. The body wrapped around her just so. Almost immobilizing, but not quiet. It held her, cradled her, and rubbed her all over. Breasts, back, stomach, between her legs, and… right against her intimate parts. Fire surged through her as she felt something gliding across her emerald folds. Teasing them until she was wet. Scales glistening like gems. Matting the fur of this strange, fuzzy naga that was holding her so tenderly. Then… warmth against her. The warmth of a male’s privates as they brushed against her. Teasing, lingering on the very edge of penetration. When...

A chime cut through the dream.

“Yeeek!” Carver jerked awake and fell off the chair bed she’d made. The dragonborn lay there, stunned for a beat. Blinking at the polished wood of the floor. “When did I…” she trailed off, wondering just when she’d fallen asleep. It had been a long week, and an even longer day. Perhaps she’d just drifted off while reading without realizing it. Wouldn’t have been the first time that happened.

Scrambling to her feet, Carver grabbed a towel and headed towards the chiming mold. She’d only made it a couple steps before she noticed something. The odd feel of tightness about her hips. Without thinking, she reached to adjust her outfit. Shimmy her belt some, surely it had just slipped in her slumber and fall.

Her belt was right in place. Nothing bunching or pulling, but that strange tightness remained. “Maybe I pulled something,” she muttered under her breath and crossed the room.

Then she felt something warm against her thigh.

Carver stopped, reached down, and felt… nothing. Yet there it was. Something warm and rather solid was pressed against her thigh. Then… something against her neck. Her hand snapped up to touch as that strange, wet feeling spread over her cheek. Again, dry as a bone. “Don’t worry, Summoner, you’re not going mad.” Kaz’s voice almost purred, “You just so tired, I though you could use a little nap. And that book… well it gave you such _ wonderful _ dreams.”

She ground her teeth, “What did you do?”

Kaz’s mental voice was a little too innocent, “Me? Why I’ve only started on a little something, all for a lesson for you.” That warmth slid against her body slowly. Tracing up her thigh, “A little bit of binding and displacement magics. Fun little combination where an icon,” a mental image of crude doll that looked like her, “is paired with a personal effect. Hair, some blood, or scales from an intimate area.” The image of the doll rolled around until it showed off several scales along its breast. Then the image expanded to show more of Kaz’s body, and the rather plump sheath and peeking red tip. “It is rather interesting to use. Can be guarded against…” The chiseled tip slid up the doll’s thigh. Carver could feel it trailing up hers. Racing towards her slit. “Remind me to tell you how later.”

Carver jolted as Kaz’s tip nestled against the doll’s slit. She could feel it spreading her open, just barely starting to spread her open, “Wait!” she gasped out loud. Kaz kept pushing in. Carver ground her teeth and clamped on her control. “Stop! I didn’t say you could do this.”

The pressure stopped, but she could feel that cock nestled between her nethers. “You didn’t?” the question was musing, “I seem to recall you saying I could do whatever, just as long as I didn’t distract you or do anything weird. Aside from the spell, this is just sex.”

She had. Granted, it had been earlier, and this was a different context. The problem was, if she rescinded it now, it would negatively affect their relationship. It’s how you got so many stories of demonic familiars betraying their bound summoner. There was like, a hidden tally. Marks of what you agreed to then backed out of without discussing.

Carver ground her teeth, “Get on with it.. We will discuss you taking certain liberties later.”

A measure of surprise rippled through their connection, “We will discuss it later,” Kaz agreed.

That pressure around her waist, what she now realized was the demon’s hands, tightened a little. She felt a slight lurch in her stomach before the cock pressed into her and slid deeper into her body. A slow, steady penetration, all while Kaz radiated satisfaction down their connection. Followed quickly by the thump of unseen hips against her backside and balls off her thigh. Just a beat later, the Arcanaloth began to thrust steadily. Very slowly though, as if taking their time and enjoying it. Driving that length in and out of her.

She was just glad it didn’t scale to the doll’s size.

Gritting her teeth, she hurried over to the chiming mold. All signs said that it had just formed, which was a relief. She sighed and tapped the top of it. “Wakey wake,” she breathed out. The clay cracked and fell into dust, revealing a rather lanky hare. He coughed, exhaling a plump of dust. “Towel?”

“Thank you,” the hare took the towel and began to dust himself off. Carver bit her lip and looked away from the naked male. Not because he was naked or cute, which… well he was, but because Kaz was starting to fondle the doll. Cupping breast and pulling at her nipple. She was certain that it was showing against her clothing. The way her breast rolled within the groping hand, twisted, nipple getting plucked and probed. “Ah,” the hare sat up and leaned forward, “I’m good, just need a moment.” He coughed, “Bit short on breath,” he flashed a smile, “Thank you.”

Carver nodded, “Welcome,” and turned quickly, hurrying to the only other mold that was chiming. Worry rolled through her when she saw that the clay was turning gray. It had been here a couple hours. Luckily, the person would be fine, held in a stasis. Still, it wasn’t a good idea to leave someone cooking too long. Few hours was fine, but couldn’t keep someone like that forever.

Hurrying up, she tapped on top of the mold. It cracked, but not as cleanly as the others did. She started pulling off larger pieces, but lurched back as the doe sat up with a coughing gasp. Almost doubling over as her hand jumped to her throat. “Good morning,” she started, only to have Kaz up the ante. Fingers drummed between her legs, rubbing her clit against that unseen cock that was starting to move faster. “Which… yeah,” she huffed and craned her head to look at the magical clock on the wall. “Morning right now.”

Fingers pinched her clit and almost made her squeak. She hid that with a click of her tongue and scratched her head. Trying to hide the blush that was coloring her cheeks. “Sorry we couldn’t wake you up earlier.” Kaz tightened their grip and began to hammer the toy. Carver could feel the silent impacts on her backside. “Ah!” she snapped her jaws shut and blushed. “The person on duty was sick, so no one was watching and…” she blurted out, trying to hide what was happening to her.

The doe blinked at her, “Can I just have the towel?”

Her ear frills perked, “Oh, of course!” she started to turn, stopped, and realized she was already holding a towel. Her cheeks flushing as a tongue bathed over her breast, “Is there anything else you need? Water? Something to snack on?” Had to keep herself distracted. Which only seemed to encourage Kaz to go that much harder.

“Silence would be nice?”

The tone cut through her budding pleasure. Her tail twitched as she looked away with a brighter blush, “Oh, yeah,” she breathed and bit her bottom lip, “I’d heard the Recall can be a bit troublesome…”

“Oh ignore her,” the hare chimed up, practically radiating good cheer, “she’s always grumpy when she wakes up.” Carver barely had a moment to glance around before the hare shoved his head under her arm and peered at the doe. The two began to chatter back and forth, giving Carver a moment to try and focus on ignoring her familiar. Which was getting harder by the second. Teeth and tongue lavished attention to her breasts. Hands kneaded hips and thighs, nails scraping just so. And the steady thump of hips against hers, the cock pounding so deep into her core. Fuck, she could feel her insides start to clench and shiver…

Tall lapin ears brushed her cheek, “Are you alright?” The hare wiggled a finger at her, “You seem a bit… distracted.”

“Fine!” she almost squeaked, turning it into a cough. “I’m fine. Just,” she wiggled her head and looked around for a distraction, “noticed that we’re running low on Molds.” She turned quickly and darted off. Trying to get away from the pair before the hare could pick up too much. She knew an empath when she Felt one. She dove her hands into a mass of clay, scooped it up, and slammed it onto the work table. “You two have more Recalls, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he smirked and looked at her. Clearly getting an idea of what was going on. Or at least a suspicion. “Going to have to order some more. I’m down to two.” Carver waved a clay-clad hand at him and tried to focus on shaping up the molds. It was an easy task, mind-numbing really. Sadly, it did little to distract her from Kaz’s antics.

Claws dug into the doll, dimpling the dragonborn’s flesh. Thrusts grew quicker, shallower, and she could feel an odd presence tugging at her outer folds. She had to brace her hands on the clay as pleasure built and shot through her. That pressure down below growing heavier, thicker. Her body spreading around the demonic knot. She managed to bite her lip to keep from crying out as her own pleasure surged. Thighs shaking as the demon hammered her. Following her climax a moment later with a deep splatter of cum. Each shot painting the dragonborn’s deepest reaches. Carver huffed through clenched teeth, body quivering as her hips rocked.

Motion in the corner of her eye, a strangled gasp. Carver jolted around, seeing the doe grabbing at her throat. Before she could say anything, the female was up on her feet and moving. “Here,” she whipped a Recall rune out of her locker, “let me know when the replacements are ready.”

“Okay,” Carver tried not to pant. The steady thump thump of Kaz’s cock spitting demonic cum into her distracting. “It’ll be a few weeks, maybe a…” she winced at the door slammed, “month.”

“Woof,” Kaz breathed, “Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the knife today, didn’t she?” There was a pleased sigh, “I must say, it’s been a while since I got to use one of these things. It’s rather fun.”

Carver ground her teeth, “We will have a discussion about this.”

Kaz sighed, “Oh don’t worry, Summoner. I knew we would. I have some most delectable offers for you in return for allowing me to use this now and then. Though I will refrain from using it out of politeness. At least until you return to the dorms.”

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“No, you’re doing it wrong. Again.”

Kaz’s tone boiled with anger, matching Carver’s own frustration. “What do you mean, again?” The dragonborn snapped at her familiar. “I am doing exactly what you’re telling me to do. Is this,” the emerald dragonborn reached down to grab at the sheath and plump sac that seemingly replaced her own privates, “not good enough?”

The jackal-like Arcanaloth stalked forward with a snarl. “No. That is not good enough. That,” they swiped at the dragonborn’s privates. Fingers caught the conjured cock and banished it in a swirl of purple smoke, “Is my cock. I told you to get a cock that suits you.”

“And what is wrong with this cock?”

A new voice piped up, “Now that’s something to walk in on.” Avice blinked and looked from the emerald dragonborn to her familiar. “I’m not interrupting anything juicy am I? Or should I pull up a chair and something to snack on?”

Kaz leaned back and crossed their arms, giving Carver a look. The taller dragonborn sighed, “Kaz is trying to teach me to conjure things. For some reason, they decided that… intimate parts are ideal for this.”

Now that the dragonborn had said what the argument was about, the demon was free to speak. “It is all about concentration.” Kaz swept around to sit on the edge of the bed. Legs crossing as their eyes narrowed, “If she can maintain the conjured object, while also being distracted, then it makes things easier.”

Avice blinked and tilted her head. The yellow, spotted kobold angled her head one way then the other. “I can see how that makes sense. If you manage to copy Bells then let me know. I’ll happily help distract you.”

Kaz perked ears, “Bells?” Ears twitched, rolled, “Ah yes, the large dragonborn with more muscles than brain cells.”

“Yes, the Himbo.”

Carver’s cheeks flushed, “He’s not a himbo. He’s just… Not a star mage.”

Avice clicked her tongue, “So the argument is about?” She trailed off and waved her hand. Waiting for one of the two to speak up.

Kaz huffed, “If you are just copying me, then you are not innovating. You’re not showing your creativity. At the very least you could copy this Bells.”

Now that made Carver’s cheeks flush a bit. “I would never copy Bells.”

The Arcanaloth narrowed their eyes. Tail swaying slowly behind them. “There’s something in your tone. I know you’re not a virgin. They have a distinctive aura to them. Nor are you overly promiscuous. Not like this one.”

Avice perked, “Hey! I just want to see the world. Not my fault if my world view is mostly crotch high.” She licked her lips with a wide grin. Her fat tail thumping on the bed as she chirred out a playful growl. “Though you’d be surprised just how many people are excited to try something with a short queen.”

Kaz’s lips twitched, hiding the smile there. They did their best to keep a straight face as they turned to face down Carver. “Regardless. Copy some other cock if you’re going to copy one. At the very least if you’ve seen Bells’ bellend, you can express some artistic freedom on it.”

“I would if I could!” Carver snapped.

Now that made both Avice and Kaz look at her. The demon hiding their curiosity far better than the kobold was. Carver’s emerald cheeks lit up as she realized what she’d said. Silence fell over the trio as both kobold and demon stared, waiting, knowing that the dragonborn would crumble under their gaze before long. Carver rolled her shoulders and tried to keep quiet. It wasn’t long before she was scratching at her head. Shuffling where she stood.

She lasted less than a minute.

“I mean… I’ve been with other guys, just not with Bells yet. I’ve never…” she rolled her hand and tried to figure out how to explain it without really explaining it. “Seen one.”

Avice’s nose twitched, “So… always in the dark?” Carver nodded slowly. “Well, not as bad as I’d expected. Easily fixed.” She sighed and flopped over onto her bed. “Maybe I should get you the next in the Serpent series. It goes into some detail about everything.”

Carver covered her face with both hands and fell back onto her bed with a grunt. The gem-like scales glittering in the light as she tried to hide her embarrassment. Kaz slipped onto the bed next to her and crossed their legs. A low hum broke from the Arcanaloth, “Well. That was more amusing than I’d figured it’d be.” They tapped a leg and clicked their tongue, “Why not take a break. Go out to the pub or something.” They waved their hand dismissively, “I’m weary of trying to teach you, and you’re burned up.”

She shifted her hand and looked at the Arcanaloth. The jackal demon was already leaning back, reading some book or another. “Alright, but no using the doll.”

Kaz held up their hand, “I will not do anything sexual with the doll while you’re out. Not until you learn what I’m trying to teach you.” There was a smirk as the demon returned to their attention to the book. Tail twitching with a murr.

“Yeah, could use a breather.” Carver rolled back onto her feet and changed up her clothing. Tail twitching behind her as she headed out towards town. Her fingers curled as she left the room, a weaving a quick spell, “Hey Bells, want a drink?”

“So why the sudden urge to go out for a drink?” The golden dragonborn flashed a smile as he joined her, “Not that I’m complaining,” he added hurriedly. “Just not like you to come out of the blue like this.” Ah his voice was deep and rich, flavored with an accent she couldn’t quiet place. It added this light growl to half his words and could make her shiver.

Carver took the mug he’d offered, “I just had to get out for a bit. All… cooped up with practice and all that.” She looked at the male out of the corner of her eye. She was tall, already head and shoulders above most. He was a touch taller than her. Enough that she could readily tuck her head under his chin. Then there was his body. Strong, well built, he was magically gifted but… Well, he was hardly subtle. Using his magics more like a hammer than a fine instrument. It suited him though. There was very little about this gold that was subtle. “Felt like my brain was starting to run out of my ear.”

He let out a guffaw, “Know how that is. Feels like that every other day out here.” He tapped his mug a bit and swirled it around, “Dunno if I’d have made it without help from you and the others.”

She snorted over the top of her mug, “You started with Divination classes, that’s why. Nobody understands Divination, not even Diviners. It’s all very abstract thinking.”

“Or that he has more muscles than brains,” Kaz’s snark slipped into her mind. Carver sipped her drink and didn’t acknowledge the demon. Instead, just letting her tail sway behind her. She took a breath and fell into easy conversation. Only stopping during to order a couple meals. Which they were told would be a bit of a wait.

“Cook had to run down to market. Grocer couldn’t make the rounds today,” the mule maid snorted at them. “Be…” she rolled her head, “about a candlemark. That good?”

Bells looked up at the bar and the time candle there, then over at Carver. “Should be good?” She nodded, still sipping at her drink, “Yeah, we can wait.” The golden male leaned back with a little sigh, “So what do we do for the next ‘mark?”

“I could suck your cock in the alley.”

He froze and stared at her, eyes wide in surprise. Carver was just as surprised, staring at him over the rim of her mug.

“Carv,” he started slowly, “did you just offer to…” he trailed off and moved a hand in some gesture she didn’t recognize. “Out in the alley?” Deep blue eyes almost shining eagerly as he waited for her answer.

She cleared her throat and shifted. “Of course I did. We’ve got enough time to kill and I’ve been dying to wrap my tongue around your rod. Why don’t you go tell her we’re taking a quick walk around the block?” Bells didn’t need to be told twice. He got up with speed. Fast enough that Carver swore he left a dust cloud behind.

That isn’t what she wanted to say. That wasn’t remotely anything akin to what she’d wanted to say. There was only one explanation here.“Kaz!” she snarled mentally, “What are you doing?”

“I am giving you a helping hand, dear Summoner. Not doing anything I don’t already know you don’t long for. Dream for. Just giving you the nudge you need to actually do something about it.” Carver’s body stood up and moved to the side door. Barely giving a look around before she slipped through the side door and into the alleyway.

The alley was tight and cluttered with boxes, but at least it was clean. She ventured off to the side behind a small stand of crates and leaned against the brick wall. “You can’t just… take control of me to give Bells a blowjob!”

As if summoned by his name, Bells walked into the alley. Looked one way then the other before spotting her. He flashed an eager, goofy grin as he hurried over. Carver’s body sinking down to a crouch. The gold’s nostrils flared with a throaty rumble as he hurried to undo the ties on his breeches. “As per our arrangement, I am allowed to guide you through lessons if you are having trouble. Up to and including taking control of your body. Briefly. And so long as you are not harmed in the process. This,” her hands came up to stroke his breeches. Pulling the breeches legs apart to expose his plump sheath and heavy sac. “Is not going to harm you. I won’t take it far enough to cause harm.”

Carver knew that if Kaz said it, then they meant it, but still. It was making her stomach churn and the double heat of embarrassment and anger began to surge through her.

Though it was tempered somewhat as Kaz guided her hand to cup his sheath and leaned in. “Mm, he smells clean.” The demon breathed out as Carver’s tongue played around the male’s sheath. “Suspiciously clean. One wonders if he was hoping he’d get some action.” Carver noticed it too, but she hadn’t buried her nose in many (read any) male’s privates before.

Carver huffed, “Why would he do that?” Feeling strangely detached as the make’s cock began to rise up.

She could almost see Kaz’s smirk, “Why indeed.”

Her tongue swept up to tease the male’s tip. Tracing the crown and up to the pointed tip. Her lips parted with a sigh and leaned forward. Letting his cock slid into her muzzle as her tongue teased him. Tasting the male’s precum as it spilled over her senses. Bells let out a little groan, a huff, and let his hand come to rest on her head. He muttered something, but Carver couldn’t hear it over the sound of her own hammering heart.

It didn’t matter that she was being controlled by her familiar or what. She was kneeling in an alleyway. People walking mere feet away from where she was hidden. Her muzzle was currently wrapped around Bells’ cock. Tongue racing from the arrow-like tip, down the ridged belly, and around what would become his knot. His moans poured down on her as his cock throbbed. Surging into her muzzle. The male’s hands roamed over her head, over her horn, and through her tendrils. Her own hand slipped down, loosened the ties on her breeches, and slipped down. “Somebody is loving this,” Kaz cooed. Using the dragonborn’s own fingers to stroke her outer lips.

She huffed as her head came off the cock. Peering at it, staring at the fleshy colored length. Nuzzling the gold-like veins that traced the shaft. Bells groaned at her, staring down at her, wondering what was next. Carver found herself staring at the cock as well. Tail swished, rasped off the brick wall.

Her body moved on its own. Standing up and pushing forward to give Bells a nose bump. Wordlessly, she turned and curled her tail aside. Breeches just open enough to part and reveal her bare slit. His eyes darted down, caught the bare glimpse of her privates. Golden cheeks flushed rosy and the male hurried closer. Pressing his body tight to hers, neither saying a word. Carver huffed as his tip slipped up between her, sliding through the opening in her clothing. It brushed her entrance, teased her, and…

“Ah…” came the breathy gasp. Bells’ hand came up to cup her chin, closing her maw as he pushed tighter into her. Carver arched, groaned, and dug her nails into the brick wall. Shivering as his cock slid into her, spreading her open. He was a big male, and she meant big.

Then he pulled out and it knocked the breath from her. How his ridges flared, pulled at the front edge of her pussy, rippling across her clit. A smooth, quick saw before he drove in. Hips clapped off her backside and threatening to knock her into the wall. He kept his thrusts short, sharp, and quick. Not wanting to give away or step out of their love cubby. The crates gave them some protection, but only so much. The two large dragonborn were doing their best to scrunch up behind them. Keep their motions quick, sharp.

Harder. Faster. Bells’ body thumped off her backside. Carver’s breath caught in her throat. Puffed around her lips as he held her muzzle shut. His hot breath puffed against her neck and shoulder. “Oh fuck, Carv…” He moaned her name. The deep, panting gasp sent shivers through her. “Never imagined…” he fell off into a growl.

A spurt of rich precum burned at her insides. Seared her inner walls and made her insides quiver. Realization dawned slowly and her eyes widened.

Bells was bare inside her. His unprotected cock knocked the door to her egg chamber. Pounded her vulnerable walls. Ravaged her unmentionables. She reached back and grabbed at his hips. Pull out, she tried to pant, “Mmmph!” came the grunt, his hand tight against her chin. His teeth grazed her neck and shoulder. Half-biting, half-kissing her, each motion drove shivers and sparks through her. His thrusts shortened, the male’s knot stretching her inner lips. Not inside, you grand idiot! “Nnnghhm”

Her hand found purchase on his hip and grabbed. He clearly mistook it. Growling as he pushed tighter, pressing her to the wall. His knot was only halfway inside her. Stretching her entrance wider by the moment. Threatening to either slid inside of fall out at any given push. Teeth found purchase on her neck, biting and holding her. Eyes rolled back as her body betrayed her. The biting, the risky location, his size, ferocity, it all built into the most thigh-shuddering, world-exploding climax she’d never dreamt was possible.

_ Pop! _ A shudder of distant discomfort as his tip pushed through the final barrier. “Grrrmmmm,” the growl shook against her back, quaking her to the core. Burning warmth erupted in her. Thumping against the deepest reaches of her egg chamber. Breath caught in her throat as her nails dug into his hip and the brick wall. Barely able to breath, unable to focus. Her entire world narrowed to just their joining and the steady Thump, Thump of virile golden seed in her.

Bells came down slowly, panting as he pulled away from her neck. “Ah…” he huffed and wiggled his hips, “Whoops. Shouldn’t have done that.”

“No, no you shouldn’t,” she panted, head resting against the brick.

The golden male nodded, “Yeah, now we’re gonna be trapped like this for… a while. Could be worse though,” he wrapped both arms around her and kissed her neck. Holding the emerald female close. Hands feeling her through her clothing. “So,” he mused into her ear, “do you want to get an inn room after this? Sneak back into a dorm room maybe? What do you plan next?”

She ground her teeth and panted, head swimming. “Oh, I have some ideas…”

Next morning. Light was just starting to drift through the curtains. Kaz lay sprawled on Carver’s bed. The Arcanaloth was relishing the experience. Soft, clean sheets, thick curtains drawn to keep out the light. Why they’d even adopted a female form and conjured up a little fun for themselves. They still lay there, fully female, belly down and head half-tucked under a pillow. Snoring quietly as the sun rose to greet the day. For the first time in centuries, Kaz let their guard down. Why not? The Academy was safe. Only two people here knew what they truly were. Carver was busy with the meat mountain of hers, and Avice had spent the night with her hellhound going at it. So why not truly relax for a while.

Curtains opened just enough to allow someone entry. Emerald scales glittered in the light of the rising sun before the curtains shut again. Sealing the bed off from the offending light of day. Carver moved slowly as she shifted onto the bed. She knew that, in Kaz’s senses, she barely registered as a blip. The dragonborn had entered the room quietly and stripped already. Scales still damp from an early morning bath.

“I’ll show you loving this…” she growled quietly. Fingers weaving and tracing wisps of magic. A bare light glittered in the dark of the canopy bed. Slowly, steady, Carver built up the conjured phallus. Very much like Bells’ manhood, but… well she figured a demon could handle more. So why not make it that much larger? And why not add a bit more to it too? Make it glow.

Kaz’s ear twitched as the bed creaked and shifted. Starting to wake as a hand came down on their backside. Carver grinned in the low light cast from her newly conjured cock. She could see how the arcanaloth’s pussy lips were glistening.

The demon started to rouse, lifting their head and shifting the pillow. In one swift motion, Carver mimicked something Bells had done to her the night before. She threw her weight forward, pinning the demon’s head down under the pillow. Her other hand drew furred hips up as she rocked her hips back. Shoving that cock up between cheeks and grinding. “Good morning, Kaz. Did we have fun last night?” The demon threw their arms around, complaints muffled under the pillow. Carver let out a chuckle and shifted, grinding her new cock between cheeks. She couldn’t help but shiver at the shocking new feeling of a manhood. It couldn’t be that bad, she’d felt one enough now.

Using her tail, she lined her tip up and plunged in. Kaz jolted and howled into the bedding. Carver actually went cross-eyed and gasped. Body jolting at the sensation of having a burning hot, tight pussy wrapped around her cock. The lapse in concentration made the length shift and shimmer, starting to fade.

“Concentrate!” Kaz whipped the pillow off. “Focus!” Carver ground her teeth and locked on the image she’d built up. Growling as pleasure surged and pulsed from her groin. The conjuration spell solidified steadily. “Good, now force yourself on me like you mean it, Summoner. Put me in my place. I’ve been a bad dog.”

There was something in Kaz’s tone that made Carver want to laugh. “Damn right you’ve been bad,” she snarled, trying to keep the play up. Pulling back was a mistake. The way the arcanaloth’s pussy grabbed at her cock, pulling the ridges? Holy. Fuck! By the heavens, it was a miracle she didn’t bury herself up to her jewel pouch and finish. “Making me fuck Bells like that? The lunk didn’t even pull out!”

Kaz twisted their head and huffed with Carver’s thrust. By the Nine Hells, they didn’t expect the dragonborn to be this strong. Seeing her being rough and brutal was… well it was exciting in a way she didn’t expect. “Oh I didn’t do that,” she moaned. Legs curling up to press to Carver’s thighs. Toes flexing with each shallow thrust that drove her into the bed.

“Of course you did,” Carver groaned, growling. Barely able to think as she hammered deep. Already feeling those fleshy, furry lips popping at her knot.

“No, I really didn’t. I stopped controlling you midway through the blowjob. You presenting for him? Taking him to the root? All you. Now, grab my horn and call me worthless!”

Carver slowed for a second, frowned, but then decided to play along. “Worthless cunt of a demon. I am going to remind you who is in charge here.” She began to hammer the beast, making the great, sturdy canopy bed creak as she threw her weight around.

“Hey!” Avice called from her bed, “If you’re gonna discipline Kaz, keep it down. Some of us are trying to sleep.”

“Sorry, Avice.” Demon and mage called out together. Carver ducked her head down and began to growl into Kaz’s ear. Biting and pulling the demon, and sometimes getting coached in how to properly degrade and dirty talk with ones partner.

Just another morning at Broad River.