Hang Around

Mistress Pathfoot had been the source of the vast majority of Aaralons pain at this school. Beyond her day to day terrors of strict dress code, hygiene and even stance. She had watch Aaralon like a hawk, pounching on him for even the slightest error. His status as a supposed wunderkind had meant that she punished him all the more for even the tiniest of errors.

So after years of living under her reign of terror he found himself stepping forward to get a closer look at her humiliation.

He watched as she stripped her clothing away, revealing something of a surprise underneath. She had the kind of body that would make a 19 year old jealous. A pair of inhumanly perky breasts rested on a body that looked like it had been carved from marble by god itself. He suddenly understood why she had worn the clothing she did, if she had shown her figure off no boy would have been able to think straight.

Somehow Aaralon managed to **** himself to look at her body with a more critical eye and what he saw was not really surprising. When he looked at her with the eyes of a magic user he could see the tell tale traces of cosmetic magic zig zagging across her skin. She had been talented enough that it was not mere illusions but actual physical changes she had enacted. That was pretty normal for a magic user of her level, as far as he was aware she had to be at least 150 years old at this point and the Grand Master had been at least 200. The thing that drives more people to learn magic than anything else is the quest to learn the secret of longevity. Masters like Pathfoot and Leonardo could easily live forever but most only ever manage an extra hundred years if they are lucky. It was one use of the kind of magic that had allowed her to keep this body.

The other side was to change how one looked, no wizard or witch of enough power looked the same way they had at birth. All of them saw there bodies as clay to be toyed with at will. Leonardo had given himself the look and build of what he considered to be a wise old teacher and Pathfoot had given herself the stern cold face of a governess and the body of succubus.

Now that body was going to be enjoyed by the Incubus, already its member was sliding between her unresisting as she sat on the floor. The demon, with both hands holding her head still, thrust roughly forward. Aaralon watched as its oversized cock deformed her throat before being drawn back out. She was allowed to gasp down a single breath before the cock was rammed home once again.

Aaralon risked a look at the demon's face as it began to face fuck Mistress Pathfoot. A maniacal grin was spread across its face as fire light burned behind its eyes, it seemed to be having the time of its life as it watched its cock slide messily in and out of Pathfoots mouth.

The one thing that all the students had always been taught was that demons valued those touched by magic more than any other. They were succulent pigs to the slaughter for them and the greater the power of the magic ser the more the demons would try to capture them.

Now this one had one of the great powers at its mercy and it seemed to be enjoying every moment of it.

Tears began to slide down Pathfoots cheeks as the fucking became more fierce, for just a moment, as the demon rammed its infernal cock home in her throat and began to cum. Aaralon was sure that it gave her back her mind, for just long enough to realise what had happened. He watched the change in her eyes, despite everything he was sure he read the despair in them in the moment before the influence of the incubus came back full ****.

When the demon was spent it roughly pulled its cock from her throat, long strings of saliva and cum still connecting it to her mouth even as it turned to Aaralon. It seemed almost surprised to see him still standing there.

“I thought you would have ran off to your little mirror by now,” it said with a knowing grin and Aaralon felt his heart sink. If the demon knew about the mirror then he truly was lost.

“Take me to the mirror,” it ordered and Aaralon had **** but to obey.