Free Web NovelVivian had made his freshman year a living hell.
The memories of things that had never really happened: his teeth falling out, his bones so brittle they were breaking, and worse… He had been locked in living nightmares with monsters and demons only the most perverted mind could dream up.
Though his body was always whole when he awoke, he was left with the suffering. All thanks to her shadow magic and phantasms.
The manipulation was just as bad. She used to wait for him outside lecture buildings or the entrance to Fighter Hall. She delighted in those moments her phantasms would catch him unaware. Every wound or broken limb, and every creature lurking in the shadows, was really just a creation of her warped mind. It got to the point where he would purposefully miss curfew and climb a tree to enter his dorm room, just to avoid running into her. She was, without a doubt, the worst person he had ever met.
Now here she was laying in the grass, looking up with confusion in her eyes. His hand pressed her breast flat into her chest until she twisted in pain. She was just a skinny little girl.
It was the first Linhart had ever seen this girl show any sign of weakness. And as his mana flowed from his fingers into her, he relished the feeling of her body quaking, her hands coming up to grasp his arm, uselessly trying to pull it away. To break the contact.
“N- No…” she croaked. But her voicebox was in ruins and she could manage no more than that single syllable.
“Yes, Vivian,” Linhart gloated, lifting her slender legs upwards until her feet were raised high in the air. They were clothed in soft silver slippers, a refreshing change from the barefoot Fighter girls he’d grown accustomed to.
“I can feel the heat pumping through your body now. Your libido is rising. You’re usually such a frosty bitch, I’ll bet you’ve never been this horny before.”
She had given up trying to push him away, and was now pulling at his biceps, shoulders, and chest, her hands moving erratically over his bare skin. Her mouth hung open, guttural sounds of pleasure or resistance leaking out… it was hard to tell which.
“You’re aware that the spell I’m casting is affecting your body… affecting your womb? But that awareness doesn’t lessen the effect at all, does it? Wouldn’t you love for me to fuck you right now?”
“Errgh…” she responded, nodding her head. An accepting smile spread across her face, a thin stream of drool leaked from her mouth. Linhart could see she was experiencing stimulation overload, and at the same time a wave of dizziness told him that he was running low on mana. He had pumped it all into her, creating a pliable and agreeable victim, but leaving himself drained.
Her breast beneath his hand felt fuller, the excess mana was firming up her meager tits. Her nipples were hard as rocks. Her body reacted to his every touch, as though her nerves were turned up to maximum sensitivity. This was far enough.
He stopped casting the spell.
“I’m going to give you what you need,” he said, working two fingers along her pussy lips through her gold-colored panties. The liquid flowing from her secret place had already seeped through its fine fabric. “But first, I want to hear you swear an oath.”
He shifted his position briefly, just long enough to shed his pants and underwear, his cock leapt forward like a coiled spring. It was already fully erect and was pulsing in anticipation of the sexy body in front of him. She couldn’t see his dick, with her eyes staring deeply into his, but a look of shock came over her as he slapped it down between her legs.
“U- Ugh…” she protested. Her eyes were focused once more, but this time they were filled with lust.
Linhart pulled her panties to the side, revealing her hairless crotch. This monstrous girl, with her sharpened teeth and evil eyes, was hiding the most attractive, inviting pussy he’d ever seen. Linhart couldn’t resist, the tip of his cock pushed between the pretty pink folds, and he eased his dick slowly in her warm and tight tunnel.
A feeling of bliss ran over him as her body shifted to allow him entry. Forcing her legs wider, he turned her on her side in a pose that allowed for better access. Her eyes closed now, whether from pain or pleasure, and she was making gentle cooing noises. He was up on his knees now, with her leg against his shoulder and the other between his legs. He was rocking his hips and slowly working his dick deeper inside her, each thrust sending a jolt of pleasure up his spine.
Her hand was scratching at his chest and arms now, and the moans coming from her were growing louder and more erotic. She was enjoying this just as much as he was.
“Swear to me, swear to the world, that you will stop preying on the boys of the Academy, that you’ll set Reynold from your cruelty,” he demanded, but only then did he comprehend his mistake. “Ahhh shit! You can’t speak, so you can’t swear an oath, damnit.”
Not only was Vivian unable to form her words, her sharp teeth had somehow closed upon her own tongue. The gleaming white fangs were painted bloody and the drool running down her face ran red with her own blood. Despite the self-inflicted wound, her pussy was closing tightly on his dick as her body spasmed through an explosive orgasm. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
“Haagghn…” she groaned. Her head lolling, she seemed to have fainted for just a moment.
“You think you’ll escape your responsibility?” Linhart growled, whipping his shirt off over top of his head. He was ready to get serious with her. “I’ll get you talking again, and then you’ll make your promises.”
Shifting positions once again, Linhart pressed her back to the grassy hillside and fell on top of her with all his weight. The breath went out of her lungs all at once. This new angle allowed his to slide even deeper inside of her, as she assumed the position of a dead frog, her legs splayed out on either side as she accepted him into her womb.
He had never been formally trained as a Healer, but he knew enough to be able to ease pain and maybe even fix some bruised vocal cords. His mouth opened wide as he ran his tongue over her neck until his lips closed over her damaged windpipe. Rather than sucking, he licked and drooled all over the area. She was squirming beneath him, not resisting him but enjoying the sensation of Linhart feasting on both her neck and her pussy.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered.
When she complied, he held his head over hers and let a thick line of saliva fall from his mouth. He didn’t dare kiss that mouth directly, but he would fill her with his spit anyway.
“Keep your mouth open. Don’t swallow it,” he directed her, caressing her neck like a massage. “This is my Healing Balm. Just let it settle in your throat.”
His hands worked their way over her whole body. He pulled her dress down until it was a bundle of silvery cloth wrapped around her midsection. He wrapped his arms underneath, seizing her ass in both hands. It felt different from the Fighter girls’ butts, with less muscle and more cushion. As he dug his fingers in, he stuck a finger up her butt.
"Unnggh..." A submissive groan escaped her mouth.
Somehow, as her body lay beneath his, her voice seemed to gradually return. She was panting and grunting, still welcoming his saliva, and her voice took on a hint of clarity and lust.
“Haahn… Uuunghh… I-I’m cumming…” she gasped.
Linhart couldn’t take it any longer. This evil girl was enjoying his punishment, without expressing regret for what she had done. His Honey Jar spell wasn't helping. It didn’t punish her. He needed some serious spells to make her pay… he needed shadow magic.
“You like it, freaky girl?” he asked teasingly, his dick once again working its way in and out of her juicy depths. “Show me how to cast a Phantasm spell, and I’ll make you cum three times… no five times, whenever you want.”
She looked at him, her eyes darting back and forth, searching the depths of his, before she whispered, “...Need more Healing…”
With that she opened wide, her gleaming teeth looked like a bear trap. Linhart sighed and then proceeded to drool a lake of bubbly spit down into her waiting mouth. She sounded like she could speak again… was she just getting him to heal her for her own enjoyment? What a psycho!
“You’re going to show me how to cast a Phantasm, and no funny tricks, got it?”
The girl grinned in a strange mockery of a happy smile, her pussy squeezing his cock in response to her obvious pleasure.
“I will teach you what I know. Then you will help me cleanse this Academy,” she hissed. “But first, you must finish inside me. Give me your seed.”
He couldn’t hold out any longer, her tunnel was milking him, squeezing him like a vise, calling for his jism, but giving this girl exactly what she wanted felt so dirty.
“You promise you won’t bother Reynold anymore?” he demanded angrily, holding back the pressure that was rising in his balls.
“Of course, Fighter boy, why should I bother with the little boy, when a worthy one is right in front of me.”
Linhart was past the point of being able to argue. “I am not your prey! You will never haunt me again!”
He released all his pent up fear and rage in a torrent of hot white cum. Her legs shook once more as he pumped her womb full.
Her deep violet eyes closed and the girl said no more. He left her there, spasming and barely conscious in the grassy meadow. That was enough for now. He had done what he had come to do… she had promised to change her ways.
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Vivian’s POV
She lay upon the ground, her whole body tingling like she had been drugged with ‘feel-goods’. Maybe the Fighter boy had drugged her. Either way, the boy had underestimated her. Leaving her alive, trusting her word rather than binding her with an actual Oath spell. Hah, was this that famous Fighter over-confidence that mages were always taking advantage of?
Rising to her feet, her legs were drenched in her own juices and they nearly gave out from the exertion he had put her through. Her arcane robe would not tear or wrinkle, thankfully, but it was all knotted up around her tummy, which felt warm and full of his seed. She was satisfied but exhausted! On top of that, being out in the hot sun was making her sick. Next time, she would fuck him at her dorm in the tower and she would be on top.
She smiled, remembering how she had promised to share the secrets of shadow magic with him. She doubted he could survive such a shock, but wouldn’t it be great to share a feast with him? She imagined having sex with him while drinking the fears of another boy… what new doors of carnal desire had she just opened?
Unfortunately, he wouldn’t be around much longer. He would never see the Reynold boy alive again, and the events of the morning had likely condemned the Fighter to a similar fate.
“Tsk… he just felt so good inside me,” she muttered, rubbing her belly in satisfaction, she set out walking towards the Mages’ Spire. “I hope I get to fuck him just one more time... before the wizards get him.”
