It was Pursha, of course

Flying high on cloud no. 9 (if such as existed for a demon creature), Pursha left Derrek's quarter. The young Vyking bull had definitely fulfilled every single one of her expectations. Their mating had been fervid, passionate and exciting. He might have been a bit inexperienced in the finer ways of love play, but he had more than made up for that with his eagerness and youthful strength. In fact, his huge cock had filled her pussy just nicely and the stream of his semen had lasted way longer than she could have hoped for. She could still feel his hot breath on her skin, when he had grunted his lust at the peek of his arousal. Ahhh, and the hot fire of his seed, so young, so potent. That was the breath of life she longed for.

Dancing like a little girl, bathing in the afterglow of the glorious fuck, she noticed the other student a bit too late.

"My, we are in quite a good mood, girl?"

Pursha looked around and saw a dark figure standing in the shadows of an alcove. Quickly she switched her senses to the mental level and sent a needle-sharp, investigative ray of thought at the marplot. He was just another apprentice sorcerer, albeit a haunted soul full of mistrust, hatred and ambition. More relieved than she liked to admit, she once again cloaked herself in the innocent maid mantle that had served her so well until now.

"Oh, you've scared me" she whispered meekly, pressing a hand on her heart.

The student grinned mischievously. "You better be. Methinks, ya shouldn't be 'ere, girl, at this time of day. I'm 'fraid, I gotta report ya to master housekeeper."

"Oh, no. Please, don't do that!" Pursha looked at him with panic in her eyes. "I-I... I'd loose my job. That mustn't happen. Who'd earn the money to nurse my sick grandma? Please, have mercy!"

"That's not my biz, girl. If I didn't report ya, I'd risk to get expelled from school. Ya see, I can't take that risk?"

"Yes, I understand." Beaten, Pursha dropped her head. Blonde strands of hair fell down beside her cheeks. Then, with a faint glimmer of despairing hope, she lifted her eye-brows and looked at that troublemaker. "B-but, please, I need this job. Can't we find some kind of bargain?"
"What bargain?"

"I... I c-can do things for you."

"What things?"

The grim looking student feigned innocence, but Pursha wasn't fooled. She knew exactly what that guy hoped for, and she wouldn't miss this unexpected opportunity at having yet another sinful snack. With a virgin's sweetness she whispered: "If you promise, not to report me, I'll be very nice to you."

"How nice?"

"V-very nice, if y-you please..."

A triumphant smile crept on the student's shaded face. His sexual desire surfaced and betrayed him. For a timespan as short as a human's breath, Pursha got a quick glance not only at his current thoughts, but his complete personality. That guy brimmed with mean slyness and open contempt, if not hatred, for every piece of beauty. His dark desires were so fierce, even the succubus was struck for the briefest of moments. A demonic soul trapped in the body of a human. Pursha laughed inwardly. What better victim could she have sought out for her next step of strengthening? 'Amazing', she thought to herself, 'for sure there are some quite fascinating young men at this college. Too bad, I need only one of them for my plans.'

In the meantime, the dark faced student had stepped out of the shadow and motioned her to follow him. "Well, Winna..., ya name is Winna, right?"

Pursha nodded. "Y-yes, m-master."

"Good." The slick smile on the student' face even became broader. "You're a lovely, little thing, Winna. And it's smart of ya t' accept me as master. For that's what I'll be to ya, for the next hour. And maybe some while longer."

"I-if you say so, master. I'll do anything to p-please you, master. Just don't report me, please!"

"We'll see. If ya please me, ya'll not find me ungracious, little wench."

"Yes, master. I won't disappoint you" Pursha purred with her voice full of sweet innocence and girlish desperation. Inwardly she gleamed with excitement: If this boy was a ruthless in lovemaking as he was base in thought, she was up for another wild ride. However, as the student led her to some unknown destination, Pursha studied every corridor and every corner of the academy she came through. Eventually, they took another flight of stairs up, until they were just beneath the roof. They rounded a corner and came to stand in front of an old, wooden door. Telling from the dust on the door handle, that chamber was rarely used.

"'ere were are, little wench. In dis storage room, we won't be disturbed for quite a while."

Pursha nodded and watched as he unlocked the door with an intermediate magic spell. The demoness wasn't much impressed: She had seen many enchanters who'd open such a lock with nothing more but a simple cantrip. That guy was no threat to her... and no match for her involuntary associate Aaralon. In the world of magic ruthlessness couldn't keep up with superior talent. Pursha made her decision. But first, she'd enjoy every single minute of the glorious fuck that was about to happen.