Feature Writer: kngelol
Feature Title: SEALS OF A MAGUS SLUT 3
Published: 30.05.2021
Story Codes: Non-Human
Synopsis: Betrayal and a punishment fit for a pervert
Seals of Magus Slut 3
Arilyn woke up with a jolt while throat-moaning from a violent climax that had happened in her sleep. Lust pulsed all over her body and it took only seconds to realize most of it did not come from her. It oozed through her door even as no sounds were coming from outside.
“That better not be some damn pervert jerking off to me, or he will… suffer,” Arilyn mused and got up to put on her green robe as she wore nothing while sleeping. Then she reached for the door handle only to realize it was held shut by something that was not the lock. Tingle of foreign magic pulsed against her skin but it had not been set up to attack her, only to hold the sturdy wooden door in place.
Unless there was some bound demon set up to maintain the barrier on the door, it would not last long so Arilyn thought it was just some prank due to the oozing lust on the other side. So she flashed a smile and focused her magic to boost her body. If someone wanted to fuck on the corridor, she at least wanted to see them just to call them perverts.
With one focused hit, Arilyn broke the wood around the lock and stepped out to inspect the corridor. She froze for a moment to notice two big red demons with golden cock rings. Both looked like magi that had been fully taken over by their seals. And they wasted less time to think and charged Arilyn like they were guarding the doors.
“This better not be Irene, I’m going to gut her if she blames this on me,” Arilyn flared and sent both of the charging brutes flying with a telekinetic blast. Then she went to one of the closed doors and kicked it open before the demons had the time to recover.
Elidyr had been sitting on his bed with spread legs. His icy white eyes dilated even as the blue succubus kneeling on her knees did not seem to notice. She wore the golden collar of a regular bound demon.
Arilyn shouted at her senior magus as loud as she could but he was unable to hear her. Though that fact alone was enough to make him realize something was off. Not to mention a moment later one of the purple brutes on the corridor charged Arilyn from the side. It triggered Elidyr to stand up and roll down his blue robe, and he left the succubus pout on the floor of his room like a pet that had not been fed.
The air pulsed cold in the corridor and the demonic creature Arilyn sent flying the second time was caged into the wall by several bursts of living ice. The blue tendrils seemingly manifested from thin air to bind the victim.
“How many times it has to be told, if you want to play rough, just ask me,” Elidyr mused while incapacitating the second demon. He had already recognized that both of them were magi that had been taken over by their seals.
“I did not do this, I don’t have the ability to do what was done to the doors,” Arilyn protested. “Not to mention someone has put cursed cock rings on them.”
“Hmm, that indeed seems to be the case… fascinating,” Elidyr mused and leaned closer to look at the base of the red bloated cock next to him. He clearly did not worry about the creature getting free from his magic.
“I can tell there are more than these two out there just from the lust, we should do something about them,” Arilyn voiced as her senior kept focusing on the ring.
“So we should, you go inform Vulas, I will see how many of our colleagues are still useful on this floor,” Elidyr instructed and blasted the first door open with a pulse of ice-cold air. Arilyn did not stay to see what he discovered and instead jolted towards the stairs. Vulas had his personal laboratory and living quarters in the dungeons under the academy.
Arilyn ignored the two more possessed magi on the ground floor and simply boosted her body to rush underground. Nothing seemed odd to her while she went down the stairs but then she stepped through a weird barrier in her hurry. She was immediately assaulted by external magic that intruded into her body. It oozed around her with strength that was far stronger than a six-seal demon but still not as terrifying as Fibular’s magic.
Fire burst around Arilyn as she tried to push back the enemy she had not even identified. But her flames were quickly consumed while a green mass formed around her. It flowed along her skin with rapid speed to cover most of her body. Only her head was left outside the pressuring entity.
“Hello there,” a creepy feminine voice of demonic origin rang in Arilyn’s head. It took her several seconds to realize that it was the mass around her that was the source of the words.
“You do taste delicious, I could tell you were coming, too bad there is another use to you than to be given to me,” the demon voiced while Arilyn’s seals burned to resist the intrusion of a stronger magic than she could handle. Though the slimy creature was not even attempting to imprint its seal, but just being close to it was too much for the four-seal to endure with ease.
When the green demon took its first step, Arilyn realized she was literally trapped within its body. Her legs moved with it and her hands were pressed into her sides in a way that made it clear her robe had dissolved.
The sensation of the creature suddenly starting to run confused Arilyn almost more than anything else. Like her legs moved in the slime without touching anything and the feeling compared to a more disgusting version of floating. It was clear that the demon was some kind of slime variant but the elf apprentice had never read anything about one so powerful.
When the running stopped Arilyn was too dizzy to focus her eyes for a moment. But a familiar voice pulled her into the moment.
“I see the abomination’s favorite slut has arrived,” Irene voiced while leaning to a wall in her usual purple robe.
“Huh?” Arilyn uttered while she realized they were in front of the main vault of the academy. Everything the archmagus was simply storing for various reasons was locked behind the large metal door. Though the layered door was currently being brutalized by a hulking blue demon that was at least as strong as the one trapping Arilyn. Though her ability to sense it was being overloaded by the sheer quantity of powerful magic.
“Just how many times did you throat that brute to get him to do a two-seal a favor?” Arilyn asked with a delayed retort. Even if she wanted to say so many other not polite things, she managed to stop herself to not agitate the stronger demons any more than necessary.
“Definitely not as many times as you have done that to those way weaker than him, but that is beside the point. You are here simply to be the cherry on top,” Irene grinned and pointed towards a host of red imps that were hunching in the corner of the room. They were clearly even more afraid of the two stronger demons than Arilyn was.
“When that abomination comes back, all he will see is a host of imps fucking his favorite whore,” Irene explained. “Who has been driven insane by her four lust seals screaming for magic.”
“I did not know you cared so much about me to put this much effort just to toy with me,” Arilyn said.
“Don’t overvalue yourself, you are just the abomination’s holster, though he might even prefer you mentally broken,” Irene voiced and at that moment Arilyn really hoped Fibular had just used his departure as bait. And the trap would trigger at any moment. Especially since she realized that one of the reasons her seals were screaming with lust was that they were being drained of magic by the slime demon.
“You know, I thought of just getting a five-seal demon to forcefully imprint a seal on you, but that was a bit too generic and would ruin your elven aesthetics,” Irene kept talking like she had some list she wanted to go through of all the things she wanted to say.
“You do know the archmagus does not like his things being touched?” Arilyn asked. The demon ripping the metal plates of the vault door was at least halfway through.
“You think that old scum really cares? He barely knows anything that is going on in his tower,” Irene shrugged. “Once he comes back, the only thing left in this tower is a pile of demons playing with your body.”
Arilyn really wanted to yell at Irene about how big of a piece of shit she was, but the redhead elf just gritted her teeth. There was no longer calm nothingness in Irene’s eyes but odd eagerness like she wanted Arilyn to explode with anger.
“I guess you are at least smart enough to know when you are defeated,” Irene shrugged. “Give her to the imps.”
“Time for us to part… pity, you are delicious,” the slime demon voiced and dug out Arilyn from its body to drop her to the floor. Some of the magic-consuming green ooze was still wrapped around her limbs to lock her to the ground.
At first, none of the muscular imps dared to approach Arilyn but then the brute tearing the vault door got through. He did the forced passage through it only barely enough to fit his leathery body before he pushed through. But it was more than big enough for Irene to follow him and for Arilyn to see their backs on the other side.
The moment the slime creature that assumed a feminine shape that reminded Arilyn of her own went after the other two, the red imps charged the bound elf to rub their cocks into her. They looked and felt so painfully hard that it was clear they were not allowed to climax by their rings.
Arilyn gritted her teeth while one of the imps tried to lift her head to ram his cock in but she kept pressing her teeth shut. And the imps that were trying to fight over her ass were too evenly matched to get time to even attempt inserting.
“So that is what you wanted, interesting,” a familiar but eerie voice echoed from the vault but Arilyn barely saw what was happening.
The chair close to the vault entrance shifted and took the shape of Fibular the moment Irene tried to pick up a large silver sphere from a pedestal. Though he did not stop transforming and took the form of a large purple brute that was big enough to block Arilyn’s view into the vault. Though it did not scare away the imps and they simply tried to climax with even more desperation.
The blue demon that had torn open the vault charged at Fibular who took the attack head-on. Purple energy pulsed around the archmagus’ muscular body while the wrestling contest began. But no matter how hard the attacking demon tried, he barely managed to push Fibular from the breached door. Though the struggle was enough of a distraction for the green goo to lunge itself on the combatants.
While the purple energy was not properly absorbed by the slime it was definitely enough to dim it. Though the oozing layer on top of him did not seem to bother Fibular that much as he tackled the blue demon to the floor.
In the next moment, Irene lunged herself over the archmagus and the green slime helped her slide out of the vault. Though she seemingly froze near Arilyn as shadows intensified around her.
“I don’t think you were permitted to leave,” Vulas voiced while his body emerged from the shadows at the far end of the room. He did so with an odd style that was made more disturbing by his white robe that had golden linings.
Irene was unable to even open her mouth and she simply held the silver sphere with grit that almost matched the one Arilyn had before. A purple electric pulse suddenly evaporated the green slime holding Arilyn still along with the cock rings on the imps. An explosion of thick cum blasted the redhead even as the imps faded into nothingness in seconds. She absorbed the seed as fast as she could even as it was barely enough to sate her for a few moments
“So you really came for that,” Fibular mused and stood up while crushing the head of the blue demon until he evaporated into the oblivion he had come from.
“The great king of demons must have promised you many things,” Fibular voiced while he walked to face Irene with his demonic purple face. Just one tap from him turned the silver sphere into dust like it had never been real.
“Put her to my favorite cell,” Fibular grinned and Vulas only nodded to slide Irene down a corridor with his shadows. He soon followed her.
“Kneel for your reward,” Fibular stated while he stepped to tower over Arilyn. She managed to get to her knees while a large purple cock was pointed at her.
“You have suffered, so just be open wide for me,” Fibular instructed, and Arilyn gaped open her jaw. But the purple cock was not rammed down her throat but instead, it was jerked by its owner.
“You are such a good loyal apprentice, I can always trust you to act the way I want,” Fibular voiced and jerked faster. “So you understand why I did not tell you about this?”
“Yes master, so I would act the way you wanted me to act,” Arilyn replied. Her green eyes were locked to the rod pointed at her without even trying to look up. The tip twitched and a moment later her face was blasted by the most potent seed she knew.
Arilyn tried to swallow and absorbs in equal measure. Her body burned from lust and desire for magic but by the time she managed to clear her face, Fibular was gone.
“Thank you, master, I’m all full,” Arilyn muttered and stood up. She was almost at her magical capacity so the next thing she needed to do was to get some clothes. So she once again rushed down the corridors with an odd excitement. Despite being a bit of a pervert, Arilyn did not really want to flash all of her peers even if she had done it to most of them one way or the other.
This time only five people saw Arilyn’s bare skin before she locked herself into her room to dig out another robe.
** * **
Irene had been stripped naked and tied into a golden wall that was completely out of place in the rustic stone dungeon. Not even the metal door of her cell was made of the shiny material that was used to bind her limbs.
“I see you have gotten used to your new quarters,” Fibular mused while he stepped into the cell in his human form. His imposing purple eyes immediately locked onto the elf’s nubile body.
“You are keeping me alive to be a pleasured doll?” Irene flared. “You disgust me.”
“No need to worry, you will only taste my cock after you beg to have it,” Fibular mused. He was keeping steady eye contact despite the elf’s nubile body being fully bear and presented to him.
“So, long prolonged torture until my mind is broken,” Irene voiced. “How imaginative.”
“I’m not going to ask you even who you serve, just the fact what you were able to do with seven-seal demons, and what you wanted makes it clear,” Fibular replied like it answered a question Irene had not directly said.
“Then you know you are doomed, nobody can match the true ruler of demons,” Irene said with false confidence.
“Do you know how old I am? Because that should tell you how long I have been winning,” Fibular grinned.
“Then kill me, abomination, you will get nothing from me,” Irene flared.
“You might have misunderstood something, when I take someone as my student, you will be my student,” Fibular voiced with an eerily calm tone. “And a disobedient student should be disciplined.”
“I have never been a student of yours,” Irene stated.
“That is not something you get to decide,” Fibular voiced and the ground of the cell glowed red to reveal it had a summoning circle. In moments a red succubus emerged in a pose that presented her ass.
“Lira’s unworthy demon cunt is ready for your seed, master Fibular,” the red demon with silver hair voiced with a gaping grin.
“Pathetic creature, you are here just to force your seal on my apprentice,” Fibular boomed and the succubus straightened herself while biting her lower lip.
“Do I have to? Forcing a seal on someone who is so well in control will be tiring,” Lira pouted while her eyes examined Irene. The demon could tell both of the elf’s seals were hidden in her hair.
“You will never have the pleasure of my seed if you do not do what I command,” Fibular boomed and even as the succubus sulked theatrically, she still walked over to Irene.
“I’m not ready, you will only have my mindless mutated body to be used for your sick desires,” Irene declared. Her swayed tone revealed more of her distress than her cold green eyes.
“We shall see… but I think someone with your natural talents… might be able to endure it,” Fibular replied while the succubus landed her palm on Irene’s lower stomach. The intrusive magic from the three-seal demon immediately began assaulting the two-seal magus’ resistance.
For several minutes Irene just gritted her teeth until the shape of a red heart formed to her lower stomach. It barely took seconds to distort and squiggles that shaped into words began spreading out of it. Though the succubus did not get to enjoy her handiwork as she was dissolved out of the mortal world a moment later.
“Slut, cock, bucket, free, hole,” were just a few of the many red distorted words that spread on Irene’s stomach.
“Focus focus… cock… focus,” Irene slurred while her face distorted in an obscene fashion.
“I sure hope you can manage to stay… as an elf,” Fibular mused and left the cell.
** * **
Irene had no idea how long she had struggled to stay sane, but now all of the twisted words that had formed on her body were contained within the heart-shaped seal on her lower stomach. Two white ball-shaped seals that were from astral demons seemingly squeezed the heart from both sides.
“You managed to contain the seal with the ones you had, impressive. I was right not to just throw you away,” Fibular mused while Irene had trouble remembering if the man had even left the room. Her face was soaked with dry drool and her clit kept pulsing like she had just climaxed.
“I’m ready for my fourth seal,” Irene irked. Though despite her defiance, she was spreading her knees to push her hip to better present her swollen pussy. Like not so small part of her hoped she would just get fucked.
“I appreciate your enthusiasm, but you have another choice, just keep being my good apprentice,” Fibular voiced. “I don’t really have a use for mindless puppets.”
“Disgusting abomination like you will eventually die by my hand,” Irene said with a tilted smile she struggled to keep focused.
“Well-defined goals, you are driven on top of being talented,” Fibular said with a tone that did not make it sound like he was mocking. Any retort Irene had tried to say was only gagged as saliva as one of the words within her heart seal tried to poke out only to be pushed back in by the white orb.
“So what do you say? Should I summon a four-seal lust lord?” Fibular asked. “And give you as a pet for Arilyn?”
“Apprentice… greets her master,” Irene muttered with gritted teeth. But her eyes dilated the moment she managed to see what the archmagus dug from his black robes.
“Well, I have a gift for you, my most advanced collar. You will have so much fun discovered what it does, since you had so much interest in my… techniques,” Fibular mused while he placed the choker-like collar around Irene’s neck.
“You knew?” Irene uttered. She had managed to create the cock rings to make the one-seal magi lose control of their seal by reverse-engineering the collars the archmagus has done to control way stronger demons.
“I know everything, be sure to compensate Claude when you have time,” Fibular mused. The calm tone he did so terrified Irene almost more than everything else. And for a moment she truly understood the fear some demons had towards this eccentric man.
“What does this do?” Irene asked.
“Nothing, if you don’t do anything… I would not approve of,” Fibular mused. At that moment Irene realized that the excess systems within the collar had most likely been observation related even as they seemed inactive.
“So you are just going to, let me go if I just wear this?” Irene almost panted while the heart on her stomach pulsed harder for a moment.
“I will be requiring the completion of some… extra assignments… especially ones related to fixing the issues you caused,” Fibular said.
“How may I serve you, master,” Irene voiced without bothering to hide her sarcastic tone since the archmagus clearly did not care what she thought.
“I heard you threw up a sex party to one-seals using Arilyn’s name, and they did not even get to fuck you, such a devious lie.” Fibular replied with a sudden wide grin. “Instead you turned them to demons, so what if I appoint you as their tutor since you now have three seals.”
“It would be my honor,” Irene replied with a hard swallow.
“All of them are trying to quit, and I already lost seven apprentices that had some potential despite being weak, I would not like to lose more,” Fibular explained. “You have one day to help them make the right choice or I have to figure out another punishment for you.”
A blast of energy hit the golden wall and undid Irene’s binds. She fell to the floor with shaking limbs.
“I will be appointing Arilyn as your supervisor, to help you get used to your new seal,” Fibular added as the last instruction and left Irene to figure out on her own how to get out of the dungeon.
** * **
Five agitated human men were sitting in a small lecture room. They all wore grey robes and were in their twenties. The moment Arilyn and Irene stepped through the door, all of them jerked to their feet like they were in danger.
“No need to worry, Irene is not here to fuck with you like last time,” Arilyn shrugged. “Why don’t you show them your sincerity?”
“What is that supposed to mean? You got people killed,” Liam flared. He was clearly the most agitated out of the group.
“And she will be punished for it, all on archmagus’ discretion,” Arilyn replied while boosting the lust of all of the men in the room. She did not need to bother with Irene as her starved succubus seal was making even standing without spreading legs hard for her.
“The only rightful punishment would be to have both of you beheaded,” Liam declared with a pointed finger.
“Why me? We have hardly even spoken, and none of this was my fault,” Arilyn retorted. She sent a glance at Irene who looked away.
“Irene said you are her boss… and you would kill us even if we survived,” Liam voiced back.
“You said that?” Arilyn flared at Irene.
“I also said you were a succubus lord pretending to be an elf, it’s their fault for believing it,” Irene replied with an oddly proud tone. It triggered Arilyn to lean into Irene’s neck to breathe.
“You better make them want to stay or I’m locking you into a summoning pentagram with ogre demons,” Arilyn whispered. The image of the fat cocks made Irene’s succubus seal pulse but it was not a fate she wanted to go with.
Irene closed her eyes and lifted her purple robes to show her well-shaved pussy. She had not been allowed to feed on semen since she had gotten the succubus seal so Arilyn knew very well that the black-haired elf was filled with impulses and urges despite her calm demeanor.
“I will be your tutor from now on… and… and I could really use some cock right now,” Irene almost stuttered. It was not hard to spot the transparent juices that dripped down her inner thighs.
“Guys, haven’t you ever dreamed of having your own dirty elf slut?” Arilyn added with a slap of Irene’s ass that she took with odd calmness. Like another woman’s touch did not affect her that much.
“That killed six of our friends,” Liam flared. Though some of the others were keener to take a look at the revealed silky skin.
“I did not kill them,” Irene muttered while Arlyn could tell the lust at her had multiplied, and not entirely because of her tampering. Especially one of the men looked at Irene like a common street whore he wanted to see fucked in more ways than one.
“It definitely was not Jasmine’s fault, she was just defending herself,” Liam exclaimed. “She has been crying ever since she learned who the demon had been.”
“You can make me beg forgiveness if that helps,” Irene shrugged with a further spread of her knees. Her mind was clearly being affected by the current priorities of her body.
“Why can’t you guys just take her being your sex-slave punishment enough?” Arilyn asked. Part of her really just wanted to see Irene’s face break with lust while the other half was too used to students dying because they did something dumb with demons.
“Yeah Liam, the guys would have wanted that we at least fuck her,” Noah voiced. His sizable erection was clear even through his robes.
“Jasmine would never forgive me if I did that, I’m leaving,” Liam flared. No matter how much Arilyn tried to focus his lust, it seemed to only make him angrier.
“Would Jasmine forgive you for quitting and leaving her alone?” Arilyn asked. The mentioned magus was one of the few Arilyn had caught fucking a demon before, but she still played along.
“She will quit with me, I will make sure of it,” Liam retorted.
“I doubt it, she is a three-seal and far more used to this than you,” Arilyn said while thinking the time Jasmine had jerked an ogre through the anti-demon barrier. The redhead elf had sensed the lust in the summoning room and broke in with her telekinesis just to call the human pervert.
“Well, more for us,” Noah stated while Liam left the room.
“Can we let him leave?” Irene asked Arilyn.
“Don’t worry, Jasmine will take care of it, she might be a bit sad right now but she won’t quit,” Arilyn replied with a mild grin.
“If you say so,” Irene muttered.
“So tutor-slut, why not get on the desk and show us your tits,” Oliver said.
“What did you call me?” Irene uttered even if she was still holding her robe up to show her swollen pussy.
“Wasn’t that what Arilyn promised us?” Oliver grinned. “So get on the desk, slut.”
Irene swallowed hard and took the steps needed to climb on the desk. She did so while the remaining men moved closer. All of their lust was at the point Arilyn did not need to boost it.
“Keep the robe up… and pull it higher, are you hiding your seals?” Oliver instructed and Irene hitched her hem to show her stomach.
“Cum, cock, hole, slut,” Noah listed out loud some of the words that were crammed into Irene’s heart symbol. He landed his hands on her legs like he needed the support. It caused the black-haired elf to bite her lower lip.
“Is that really a seal and not just a whore stamp,” Oliver shrugged and reached with his hand to poke at Irene’s seals. It made her jolt in a way that made him poke at her again several times. Though the exposed elf just looked up like she did not want to see what was happening.
“This is a great example about what happens to magi who attempt to take on a lust demon seal before they are ready,” Arilyn explained. “Like more aggressive demons cause aggression, lust demons cause perversion, visible or otherwise.”
“Is it true that all of your seals are from lust demons?” Dylan asked while staring at Arilyn. She could tell the lust from him was mostly aimed at her, and even as it was not the usual kind, it was still not exactly love.
“Can you guys just focus on your new slut-tutor? I’m here just to observe,” Arilyn replied even as she resisted an impulse to start toying with Dylan.
“I don’t know, I’m not going to be convinced unless you show some sincerity that you did not do what Irene claimed,” Dylan pondered and stepped closer to look at the tall elf that was barely shorter than him.
“I would never lower myself to act like this slut,” Arilyn retorted while resisting an impulse to climb next to Irene. The idea of competing for the attention of these juniors was so perverse that it circled in her mind more than she wanted to admit.
“Don’t try, I have seen you streak the corridors twice by now,” Dylan shrugged and the images of it happening flashed into Arilyn’s mind. The second time around he had even tried to slap her, and she had almost let him.
“I don’t see how that is related, but how about this. If you ever get your third seal, I will be your casual fuck-buddy,” Arilyn offered as she did not really need to lower herself to have sex with men with low magical potency seed just for kinks.
“If you show your tits,” Dylan counter-offered. It triggered Arilyn to pull her cleavage to free her perky mounds before she had the time to think.
“There, you happy now? You can stare at them while you fuck, you sick pervert,” Arilyn voiced while the man stared at her rock-hard nipples with a grin.
“Senior magus Arilyn, mind coming over and guiding your juniors to fuck an elf the first time,” Noah voiced like he did not want to split the show.
“If you ask so nicely, Irene, get down and present yourself for them,” Arilyn voiced while she walked to the lecturer’s chair. It triggered Irene to lay on her back and lifting her knees to her stomach.
“You call this presenting?” Arilyn asked and leaned over Irene’s face from the chair with her bare breasts. It made the black-haired elf cover her face with her hands as the only reply.
“This slut really needs some training,” Arilyn shrugged and leaned back to see how Noah had dug his cock out. It was a big blue rod with ridges.
“Ooh nice, your first trainer has mastered the primary reason men want to be magus,” Arilyn shrugged. So far she could count with one-hand fingers the men who had not spent their first magus years to turn their cocks into demonic art pieces of pussy-destruction.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Oliver flared.
“I’m willing to suck every cock you have that looks human,” Arilyn grinned. None of the men indicated they were ready to take the offer.
“There? Do I need to explain more,” Arilyn mused and stood up to spared Irene’s knees. She did not resist even as she kept covering her face the best she could.
“Just look how wet this collared slut has gotten with all this talking,” Arilyn voiced while she leaned over to partly see the glistening vulva. It triggered Noah to land his cock on Irene’s shaved pubic mound.
“You want this cock, right? Beg for it,” Noah instructed. Irene said nothing but Arilyn slid her hands to the other elf’s ankles to stretch her agile legs to frame her torso. Arilyn even managed to sit back down while keeping her grip.
“I guess this new slut needs to be taught to beg… just start drilling her and I make sure you won’t cum before she begs for it,” Arilyn voiced. She pressed the legs in a way that added the maximum amount of pressure to Irene’s nethers.
“Heh, you better keep that promise,” Noah grinned and positioned his tip to the vulva while the other men were positioned to watch the penetration. The elven walls easily stretchered for his shape while Irene let out some weird whistling sounds despite biting her jaw shut.
“Senior, do I need to hold back, or is this elf cunt ready for a pounding?” Noah asked even as Irene’s soaked vulva trailed his ridges.
“Hmm, I would say with that size, you will have to put some effort to even make an elf cunt feel anything,” Arilyn replied while her thumbs managed to remove Irene’s shoes. Noah just gritted his teeth and slammed his length in to confirm that Irene was able to take him all in.
“Igngii, ighiii,” Irene let out a series of obscene sounds before she bit hard into her lower lip. Though she kept hiding her face the best she could despite the rest of her body betraying her aroused state. Especially the words within her seal changed to encourage faster fucking.
“Any of you guys want to jerk with elf feet?” Arilyn asked even as all of the male attention was on Noah’s ridges drilling out transparent juices from the start. Though one of them gave a glance to the redhead’s erect nipples.
“If yours,” Dylan offered and walked around the desk. He dug out a red throbbing cock that was a clear sign he had an imp seal. He even tried to take it to Arilyn’s face but got blocked by Irene’s feet he avoided.
“Unfortunately just these two are available, but I can hold them for you,” Arilyn grinned while tilting Irene’s feet enough to twist the ridged cock in her for a moment. It did not slow Noah down in the least.
“Can we do it so I cum on your tits,” Dylan suggested while presenting his cock. Even if it was impressive, there was nothing special about his one-seal potency.
“You can cum on Irene’s face,” came Arilyn’s counteroffer.
“Fuck she is tight, just let me cum,” Noah suddenly grunted. He was pushing Irene’s thighs for support to speed up his thrusts.
“Not before she begs, so keep going,” Arilyn shrugged while focusing on Dylan. “My final offer, I can jerk your cock on Irene’s face.”
“As long as you take your time,” Dylan grinned and stepped closer. It triggered Arilyn to let go of the ankles only for Dylan to grab them. He positioned so that Arilyn only needed to grab his cock to bend it down to aim at Irene’s hand-covered face. The redhead did so while pushing the chair to a position on his right.
“Next you want me to call you a sick pervert, don’t you?” Arilyn asked and placed her right elbow next to Irene’s head while leaning to the hand. The position was so that her face and breasts were easily in Dylan’s field of view along with Irene’s body.
“Why not call yourself a slut instead,” Dylan counter offered while Arilyn began jerking his red meat with a strong grip despite the awkward angle of her left hand. Though she made it look natural with her relaxed pose.
“Arilyn just let me cum,” Noah exclaimed even as the reddened pussy around his blue cock seemed to be in a more dire state than him. Though Irene just kept slowly sliding the hands on her face while trying to stop any sound coming out of her lips. Though she utterly failed to stop the lewd slurping sounds from her nethers.
“Just slow down if you can’t take it,” Arilyn flared and leaned closer to whisper Irene. “Irene dear, he agreed to cum on your face, not on your hands.”
“J-just let them cum,” Irene stuttered. A moment later her body jerked when Noah climaxed into her folds. He did several hard pumps but all of the seed was absorbed by Irene before it managed to spill out.
“You have to beg a bit more for the next one,” Arilyn shrugged and began rubbing the red cock’s tip into Irene’s fingers.
“S-so little?” Irene uttered, she looked almost shocked while looking at Arilyn through her fingers.
“I guess you discovered why I’m not fucking one-seals all the time,” Arilyn grinned and tapped Dylan’s tip on Irene’s forehead. Despite his eyes being locked on Arilyn, he crouched to position his cock even closer to Irene’s head.
“B-but it felt, like so much more,” Irene stuttered even as Noah did several more agitate thrusts into her.
“What did?” Arilyn asked with a head tilt that teased Dylan about the chance she would lick his rod.
“The cock,” Irene uttered before she covered her face even more in a rush of shame. She was rewarded by a hard grinding motion by Noah that made her squirt on his pubes.
“You know, the most fulfilling seed in this academy comes from the archmagus, but he won’t give it just to anybody,” Arilyn voiced even as she slid her hand to give a hard localized milk to the tip of Dylan’s cock.
“I don’t want anything from that abomination,” Irene uttered while Noah pulled out with a loud wet sound. Not even a drop of wet semen came out with it.
“You are just saying that because you haven’t tasted his seed,” Arilyn shrugged while Noah climbed to the desk opposite of her.
“It’s not fair only one of you has shown her tits,” Noah grinned while Oliver took her place at Irene’s nether holes. He also had a fat red cock that was close to Dylan’s size.
Irene squeezed her eyes close even as she covered them with her hands while her robe was dragged up. It needed several tugs and Oliver managed to sunk into her pussy before even her lower breasts were visible. Though Noah did not seem to be in a hurry after he began feeling the notable perky mounds through the fabric.
“Irene, tell Dylan you want him to cum on your face,” Arilyn voiced and jerked faster without getting a reply.
“I don’t mind, you can keep feeling my meat as long as you want to,” Dylan voiced even as he looked a bit strained. Arilyn was giving him zero mercy with her constant speed.
“Dylan, do you want to see me fuck an ogre demon?” Arilyn asked while focusing on feeling changes in his lust.
“If I can jerk on your tits,” Dylan exclaimed. The increase in his lust made Arilyn grin and aim his tip on her mounds. She did not slow down her hand even as the angle was even more awkward.
“Tell me you want to see me be railed by a fat ogre dick,” Arilyn voiced and gripped the cock with a mild magic boost.
“I want to see you bulge from being sandwiched by red ogre meat in front of a cheering audience,” Dylan said with a twisted smile.
“That’s awfully specific,” Arilyn irked but in the next moment, she let Dylan’s seed blast to her breasts. She focused to absorb it almost the moment her skin was touched so it almost looked like it shot through her.
“Ooh come on, let it stick,” Dylan grunted but Arilyn just flashed a smile before leaning in to give a long hard suck on his tip.
“Ooh fuck,” Dylan uttered while Arilyn tapped her cheek once with his tip before leaning back.
“Oliver, you satisfied with the elf hole?” Arilyn asked.
“I’m good, just don’t let me cum,” Oliver grunted even as he was fully immersed into his slow gyrating thrusts.
“Don’t worry, I don’t,” Arilyn voiced and locked her eyes on the least talkative guy in the room. “Now Caleb, I don’t think you have said a word during this entire time.”
“It’s my first orgy,” Caleb muttered with a back crouch that reminded Arilyn of Claude. Though her own tutee had a notably more interesting aura on him.
“That’s no excuse, just look at your fine comrades,” Arilyn grinned and caused several tilted smiles.
“Hey, I have had sex before,” Noah flared even as he was oddly fascinated just by groping Irene’s breast through her robe. He had given up the attempt to reveal them some time ago.
“Sure you have, I bet some whore wanted extra to suck that thing… but anyways, Caleb how you want your sex?” Arilyn asked while pushing Dylan away from his cock she was not letting to lose its erection.
“Can she suck me?” Caleb asked while Dylan sat down behind Arilyn on the desk. Though he just watched while groping his cock through the grey robe.
“Sure she can, come here and show what you working with,” Arilyn waved. Caleb walked over to show his green and long cock. Arilyn was not sure what speed demon his seal was but she did not really care to think about it. Instead, she grabbed his dick to pull him where Dylan had previously been.
“Irene, nobody is going to cum again unless you open that mouth of yours,” Arilyn voiced and tapped the green tip on Irene’s fingers. They did not move away to let it touch her lips.
“I don’t need to, this is hot regardless,” Caleb muttered while a beautiful elf was fiddling his cock to the hands of another elf.
“Irene, ask nicely your new tutees to stay,” Arilyn voiced. “That’s why you are doing this, right?”
“Please stay, just do what you want with your cocks,” Irene voiced while blocking an attempt from Arilyn to press the green tip into her lips.
“There you have it, any questions?” Arilyn grinned and let go of the green cock like to tell Caleb to deal with it himself. She had suddenly realized that she had gotten way too into her current role, and if she did not stop now, she had no idea how far she would go.
“I have a condition for the slut-tutor,” Noah stated. “I heard only noble elves shave, stop doing that since it’s not proper behavior for a slut.”
“I don’t care,” Irene muttered even as she squirted on Oliver’s cock a moment later.
“And I want you to blow me in glory while pretending to be Arilyn,” Dylan added. It made the mentioned elf swallow hard.
“Any actual objections?” Arilyn asked and stood up as she could tell just how much Dylan wanted to grope her from his lust.
“Can I swap tutors? Irene has five I think and you have one,” Dylan pouted while Arilyn retreated from her. There was odd hesitation in her green eyes. Like she wanted to swap places with Irene for a moment.
“So no real complaints? I’m glad you all agreed to stay,” Arilyn shrugged and walked towards the door. “Ooh… and one more thing.”
“There, all of you will stay hard for at least half an hour, have fun with your new tutor,” Arilyn voiced and walked out of the room. She remembered to fix her bosom only after a few steps outside the door. Not that it served that much purpose as she rushed to summon some three-seal demons to sate her urges.
And so Irene became the slut-tutor to five one-seal magus students. And at least one of them became very eager to get their second and third seal even if it usually took decades for humans.