The Orgy

Aaralon was brought back to the now by a feeling of absence.

Opening his eyes it took him a moment to realise that what he was missing was the pressure of the demons cock stretching out his ass

He could already feel the infernal seed of the Incubus dripping down his legs as he pushed the Thrall away. Turning to look for the Demon his eye scanned across the massed debauchery that it had unleashed.

Around the edges of the room it was very nearly a repeat of that first night. The young men, cock throbbing erect, thrusting themselves into any available mouth, ass or even hand with a wild abandon. Aaralon watched as one Student roughly shoved his cock into the willing mouth of another, only for his own ass to be filled by another cock. The owner of that cocks ass being filled in turn and so on into a train of six young men, all thrusting and moaning. The real change from that first night was the lack of ****. Aaralon recalled the brutal fights that had broken out on that first night as Students released the pent up anger and rage they had felt for so long. Here and now though it seemed like that had all vanished, replaced with a animal urge to mate.

In the center of the room that urge was being put to more practical use. The crowd of soberly dressed young women had devolved into a mass of naked bodies. From this distance Aaralon could make out a few distinct figures. Young Ladies, there composure abandoned as cocks pistoned in and out of their mouths and cunts. The overflowing cum splashing onto the floor as one cock was spent, injecting his seed deep into their young and fertile wombs. The cocks withdrawn only to replaced by another, just as eager.

As Aaralon watched all this he suddenly understood what the Incubus was planning. The whole plan rolling out for him with perfect clarity. A Thrall is not simply a being that has had its mine dominated by a greater power. A Thrall is an extension of its master, a being completely under the control of that master. He had read tales of great Wizards who, when betrayed by a king would use a Thrall to impregnate his wife. Forcing her to give birth to a bundle of snakes or even a partially formed horses head.

When you added in a even basic knowledge of the easiest method of summoning. Summoning via the womb. Add the collection of strong, young and fertile women here and you had a place that allowed for any number of horrors to be pulled into this world.

Aaralon saw the future reveal itself as he stood among the mating masses. The ocean of demons pouring forth from the School to lay waste to the lands of man. Every woman turned to a broodmare and every man a Thrall.

In that moment he knew he had been this cause of it all, that his ego and self interest had caused all of this.

Yet he did not care.