Heading to The Main Hall

Aaralon fell into step behind the Incubus as they made their way towards the Main Hall.

“I’m proud of you,” The Demon said suddenly over its shoulder, it took Aaralon a second to realise that it was talking to him. “I know it must have been hard to let that go.”

Aaralon didn’t know how to respond, this was such an unexpected response. He had expected insults for not giving in to his baser instincts so he remained silent as the Incubus went on.

“I know you think I can only read your surface thoughts,” the demon went on. “But I can actually leaf through your mind as I wish, same as any other thrall.”

Aaralon felt a chill run down his spine at that.

“And since you slept for the past few days I had plenty of time to go through your memories.” The Incubus added, confirming to Aaralon that he had been asleep for quite some time. “Did you really think it was a coincidence that Little was in the room when I had your brought to me?”

The Incubus turned on Aaralon, stopping dead to await his answer.

“I…” Aaralon stumbled, still not sure what he thought about everything that had just happened. “I didn’t think about it.”

The Incubus smiled. “No, you didn’t did you?”

The Incubus turned and again began moving towards the main hall. As they walked and the monster talked Aaralon noticed more and more of the other students and faculty lining the hallways.

“You never really had to think about anything before.” The Incubus intoned. “You just let your talent carry you until you finally found the hunger for flesh that drives all humans. Well now you have got exactly what you wanted!” He gestured to the other students and staff around them, all dull eyed. “Pick any man here and he will gladly let you slide your cock down his throat or fill his ass with your seed. Hell they would happily return the favour if you so wish.” The Incubus’s voice became mocking as he went on. “Unless of course your tastes run more to planting your seed in the fertile soil of Mister Pathfoot?”

Aaralon reflected on what the Demon was saying, his sense of shame long gone. He knew in his bones that he could command those around him to do as he wished. When he looked closely at them they seemed more like empty vessels in the shape of men than actual living beings. Right here and now in this hallway the only two things that seemed real where the Incubus and Aaralon himself.

The mention of Pathfoot in amongst everything else **** Aaralon to confront his feelings about her. Conjuring her in his mind, the woman who was for him the definition of femininity, in all of her glory.