Direct the man, but don't follow him.

"Umm Sir--"

"Lord Lothir," the mage said.

"Yes, Lord Lothir, I'm in a hurry but I can direct you to where you need to go--Its down the hall way, make... 3 rights, down a flight of stairs, and down the hall. Door is on your left in a small hall,"

The old man grabbed her arm, filling her with fear, did he know?

"Thank you miss," the mage smiled.

He then added, turning around, "Oh and you might want to see a doctor soon, your skin is turning a fiery red,"

She mumbled and quietly walked away from the man. She had diffused the situation for now, but he would be looking for her again in 10 minutes... knowing this, Jessica dove into the library.

Closing the door behind her, she sighed in relief.

"Where is Aaralon? Tar'oth?" she called.

Her velvety voice echoed throughout the halls. She walked down past several dusty bookcases and began to hear faint noises.

Jessica wandered for almost half an hour looking for the source, and she found it.

On the second floor of the library, past a pair of rotting double doors Jessica found Tar'mora laying back on an old canopy bed with Tar'oth riding his massive cock.

"Oh yesssss!" she moaned.

"Damn Tar'mora! I've never had so much f-f-fuuuuuuun before!"

Tar'oth orgasmed for the 8th consecutive time in a half hour. Oily Cum covered her tiny body, and Aaralon's pelvis was coated in a shiny thin layer of black cum. The bed threatened to be permanently stained with the gunk.

Jessica gawked at the scene before her. While she was technically Tar'oth's servant, she felt more loyalty to Aaralon, for she had not only lusted him in her first life, but was tainted by him as well. She was filled with rage, the foul demon was using Aaralon--the man she still felt love for.

Neither had noticed her presence. Deciding that the foul demon had mind controlled Aaralon to do things he did not want, Jessica grabbed an ancient vase from an old hickory end table and ambushed Tar'oth. With a powerful slam to the head, the vase shattered and Tar'oth's head was covered in blood. Shards of the vase jammed in her skull, she screamed and died nearly instantly.

With the chains of bondage shattered, Aaralon's thoughts began to move freely again. He immediately saw Jessica, who was holding the vase in her bloody hands, and he thanked her in his thick voice.

Another greeted Jessica also, Aaralon's penis shot up at her clothed form. She was still in her school uniform, which had an odd effect on the beast.

"I glad you're happy to see me," she smiled, walking up to the bed.

She unbuttoned her white blouse and grinned at Aaralon. Her breasts were covered in the white floral uniform bra.

Shirt in hand, she lifted Tar'oth's bloody corpse from Aaralon's feet and tossed it on the floor, taking heed to remove the small shards of the vase that remained.

Satisfied, she mounted the bed and mesmerized Aaralon's hungry eyes. The demoness's breasts hung, displaying her cleverage masterfully. Her skin had finished darkening, and was now a florescent pink.

"Mmm Aaralon... I made a breast sandwich just for you, you want some?" she smiled and placed her bra-garbed breasts at Aaralon's massive dick.

The beast nodded stupidly and she raised herself to the top of the mountain. Jessica licked her hands and wet the top of his dick; Aaralon moaned her name incoherently. She placed her C cup breasts at the tip and slid down, fitting the massive cock snugly in-between her constricted flesh. Aaralon's body spread out, his arms flew out to their sides and his legs stretched at the amazing feeling. Slowly Jessica rode his penis, flying up and down its large length. Aaralon went crazy and lost his fortitude, he neared cumming and alerted Jessica, who continued to fly faster and faster.

Seeing his cock spasm Jessica sunk her hot lips onto the tip and then swallowed as much of his meat as she could. Her long tongue wrapped around its form and she sucked fiercely, Aaralon groaned and released his jism. A massive stream of cum ran down her throat. She tolerated the muck and pretended to like it.

Aaralon finished cumming and she ascended his penis, which was so sensitive that it caused Aaralon to jerk and squirm as she dismounted it.

Jessica beamed, "So how was I?"

Aaralon sat up and grinned, then planted kisses on her body. He unclasped her bra removed it. Aaralon proceeded to pleasure her for almost an hour, running his hands over her breast and thighs. With her desires sated, Aaralon produced his cock again and met it at her entrance. She cried his name and Aaralon took her again, filling her entirely.

Afterward Aaralon cleaned the remains of Tar'oth from the bedroom and spoke with Jessica. During their passion Jessica whispered she wished they were human again. While Aaralon's lust for power had been quenched with his new demon form, Jessica's unhappiness awakened the remaining humanity that lingered in Aaralon.

They sought ways to reverse Tar'oth's magic but found no such cure. Through the thousands of books they found nothing but useless and outdated spells. No wonder no one used the library they lived in.

Unsure of what to do next, they went to sleep and put their problems away for another night of passion.

Aaralon awoke the next day to find Jessica gone. She left a note saying she was going to sneak out of the college and go into town to relieve herself of her demonic desires. Unsure of her cryptic message, Aaralon sat in bed for a while and started thinking.

He owed Jessica his life for freeing himself from his foolish bondage, and he also felt an unusual sensation, a desire to make Jessica happy. But his thoughts became cloudy, consumed with demonic lust and logic. As Aaralon laid in bed his thoughts began to drift to yesterday's encounter in the classroom.

"Maaya!" Aaralon's thoughts echoed.

He had subdued the girl and threw her in one of the unused bedrooms in the library. Tar'oth had locked the door and told him they would take care of her later.

Now Aaralon was completely confused. Jessica would probably want him to free Maaya, while... he wanted to enslave her. The demonic life-**** in him told him he had to procreate demons, in order to save the failing race, a kind of demonic libido.