A cry in the woods

Just then, a throaty wail pierced the woods. The heads of the three junior wizards jerked up in startled synchrony. The girls clung to each other in terror.

The anguished cry still bore the timbre of a feminine voice.

"Oh my gods, was that Lywena?" Deyna asked.

Aaralon nodly grimly and responded, "I think so. Come on, We need to help her."

"Um, guys, what's the plan here?" Keira asked nervously.

"Yeah, I mean, if the Professor couldn't handle it, what can we do?" Deyna chimed in.

"That's a good point," Aaralon conceded as rash bravery made way for prudence. He took inventory of their resources.

One junior wizard. Check.
One apprentice wizard. Check.
One witch with uncontrollable sexual energy. Check.
One vial of uniorn cum. Check.
One suede vest without buttons. Check.

Suddenly remembering the vest, Aaralon rummaged through its pockets, and fished out an unmarked glass vial.

One unidentified potion. Check.

"That's all we got. It's going to have to be enough. Hey, maybe it won't be that bad." Aaralon tried to sound reassuring.

Keira clenched her jaw, accentuating her dimples and jutting her cute chin forward. "Alright, let's do it."

Deyna just stared at the other two with giant saucer-like eyes. She pressed her lips together in determination, and nodded in assent. The trio of junior mages hurried towards the source of the singular shriek.

On their way out of the clearing, Aaralon picked up one of the magic stones. It was heavy and he eeded two hands to carry it, but it was the only way to keep Keira's magic under control.

One heavy fucking magic stone. Check, thought Aaralon through labored breaths.

The three didn't have to go far before they heard more noises. Rhythmic, stacatto grunts floated through the forest, softer and quieter than the initial wail, but equally throaty and feminine. As they approached closer, they heard a chorus of higher-pitched cries adding to the cacophony.

They were getting close now. Suddenly, the stacatto grunts stopped. Worried, Aaralon dropped the stone and the three young wizards picked up their pace. Just a a dozen yards ahead, they came upon a precisely groomed clearing bathed in dim, red light.

Sure enough, in the middle of the clearing, Lywena was silhouetted on her hands and knees. Faint light illuminated a sliver of her perfect curves like a crescent moon. A shadowy humanoid figure pistoned into her from behind, withdrawing with long, slow strokes before slamming back into her with lustful indifference. A similarly shadowy humanoid took his place on her other end, rooting her face with a grinding motion. His occupation of Lywena's mouth must have abruptly stifled her earlier grunting.

Relieved that the sudden silence didn't signal a more dire fate for his sexy professor, Aaralon began to formulate a rescue plan. But what was he dealing with here?

"Aaralon, look!" Deyna whispred urgently. She pointed into the shadows. Aaralon looked and realized what they were up against.