Aaralon surpresses his temptations. It's a rather unpleasant girl...

The angelic voice that had echoed from the shower signaled to Aaralon that he had a bonified real naked girl in the room next to him. One that wanted to see him! Aaralon was over joyed and his head was spinning. Yet the voice of the omnipotent one wrang in his head again, over and over. He knew that just jumping into sex could get himself killed again... the whole nature of a girl wanting to see him was odd in its self.

The girl's muffled humming was like a siren, swaying Aaralon's thoughts to enter the bathroom. Despite Aaralon's raging body ultimately he resisted the girl's call. He calmed himself down by repeating a simple question in his head,

"If she wants sex... that won't go away after she's out of the shower... right?"

Aaralon debated wether there was actually anything, the girl never said, "Hey I need Aaralon 'cause I'm horny; where is he?" He rationalized that it was all in his head and that the girl needed some book or information out of him--he was fairly decent in all of his classes and most of his classmates knew this.

Aaralon changed the subject and reflected again on his previous ****. Who? How? Why? Aaralon needed answers, yet all he had was the white bandage that had been wrapped about his eyes.

To Aaralon's relief and beaten dismay, the girl he had been lusting for walked into the living room to greet him. He instantly noticed that she was perfectly dry--even her brown hair. She was a plump girl, about Aaralon's age. Her thighs were flabby and everything above her waist jutted out a few centimeters. Her amber eyes were pretty and her body was neatly wrapped in a short skirt and blouse yet she had almost no sexual appeal to Aaralon. She was plain and uncaptivating.

The girl did show some interest in Aaralon though and made several moves on him, yet Aaralon met them back with a short chuckle or changed the subject. Her once angelic voice now seemed to be as annoying as the rats in his dorm. He deeply regretted picking the girl over school and looked out the window. It was nearly time for school. He would only have minutes to run down to his first class.

Through the girl's obnoxious conversation she asked Aaralon if he had answers to some questions--she was having a test today. The mage granted her some randomly conjured answers and bid her farewell.

Amy was deeply confused when Aaralon left. She had left the shower running as a charade--to muse Aaralon into a uncomfortable state when he would arrive, she admired Aaralon's bulge as it grew with each passing second. Yet as soon as she made herself known, it was gone nearly instantly. She had always thought of herself as an attractive woman and the fact she turned off a man so quickly frightened her.

Shaking off inner doubt she noticed that Aaralon had left something in his rush. Several torn pages laid where he had sat. The parchment was old and bent; ink smeared the pages.

The brunette inspected the pages carefully and read them thoroughly.

Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaong. Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaong.

The school bell resonated through the school and shook her room as it always did--she lived adjacent to the immense bell system.

While school presented its self, Amy had other plans.

Aaralon had taken what was most dear to her. She felt like an empty shell, she was now ugly--repulsive. Her heart burned with unrestrained rage.

But before her was hope. God had given her a way to take back what was hers.

Amy knew what the pages she had were. She and several of her friends had always suspected that Aaralon was a no good traitor. He spent too much time reading unusual books and talked with many of the nefarious upper clansmen. But the page she held proved it.

The three pages in her hands were from a largely forgotten book. Very popular. The most basic guide to demonology. While the name escaped her memory she knew exactly what Aaralon had been doing and why he was not in his dorm past curfew. He was playing with demons.

The page she held unlocked so many things for her. She reviewed her choices over in her head:

1. She could take the pages to the dean -- she liked this one the most, **** was always fun
2. The pages she held gave explicit information on how to control demons -- a demon **** of her own would be perfect taking back what was hers. There were plenty of demons locked away in the college stockades she could "borrow".
3. She could trade the pages for sex -- she liked the idea of being the one on top

4. She could present the pertinent pages to her friends, all were very anti-demon and would enjoy punishing Aaralon severely.

   Amy cackled and smiled deliciously at the folded papers.