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Carver's dreams were a wild swirl of chaos and colors. A heavy weight pinned her to the bed, trapping her, limiting her breath. The dragonborn groaned as she clawed herself to wakefulness. Her eye cracked open, fluttered, and stared up at the canopy of her bed. A shadow moved within the darkness. Something darker than dark itself shifted. The weight on her chest pushed down that much harder. The shadow seemed to split open, gleaming teeth glittered within the dark. Fangs glowed with a light that had no source.

The bed creaked and that weight pressed harder on her. A chill crept through the dragonborn's scales as it began to compress her chest. The impossible weight constricted on top of her, making each breath a labor. The air grew colder as this demonic force leaned in closer. Fetid breath washed over her muzzle as it breathed. More weight on her chest, pressing her that much deeper into the bedding. Claws of ice crashed over her, tracing up her breasts.

“Rise and shine…" the voice shook with a chill not of this world.

“Morning Kaz," she muttered, huffing as the weight pushed down on top of her. It was far heavier than the arcanaloth demon should be. “Can you just... “ she tried to move, but her body was sluggish to respond.

The jackal-like demon leaned back with a laugh, eyes and teeth glowing within the darkness of the canopy, “Can I just what?" The chill faded from their body as Kaz began to toy with her now that she was awake. The wandering claws shifted to steady gropes. Kneading the soft flesh of her breasts. Fondling them, even slapping their side with a soft crack before fingers found her teat. A quick, expert stroke, a tease brought her nipple to hardness for the demon to pinch. Carver bit her lip, not wanting to give the demonic entity the satisfaction of a moan.

Of course this only drove the creature to toy with her more. Pinching and rolling her nipples between firm fingers. Pressing her breasts together, pulling them, mashing them back down. Then a too-familiar warmth blossomed between her breasts. The hardness of her familiar/demonic tutor's morning excitement. It slid between her emerald green breasts and just barely peeked out. She could smell the arcanaloth's spiced musk, feel their precum jetting against her neck.

As odd as it might sound, Carver was somewhat used to this by now. She'd accidentally summoned the creature some months back. Oh sure, she'd meant to summon a hellish creature to be her familiar. She'd meant to get something more manageable. Something she could snarl at and hurl mock threats at while they developed a mutual trust and understanding. As luck would have it, a tea stain from her mug changed some letter somewhere in the ritual, and summoned Kaz directly. She didn't know the creature's True Name, and it didn't know hers either. Though the had worked out an agreement. Kaz got to stay up here, but had to teach her. She had to learn the creature's lessons, but it couldn't cause her harm.

Carver was forced to huff as Kaz's incredible weight pushed down on her. The arcanaloth was having fun tit fucking her right now. Each steady push of those canine hips drove it's chiseled cock up between her tits. Every passing moment added precum to her scales and made it's length slide that much easier. “I would ask you to get off, but I know how you'd take that." Kaz's impossibly wide grin was assurance enough there. “So I'll just ask..." Carver jerked as a shot of pre hit her muzzle, glaring up at the demon; “must you? Wasn't last week's lesson enough?"

“If you want me to stop," Kaz growled playfully, “then just gotta take charge." Their hips rocked a little faster now, licking their muzzle with a tongue that, in this shadowy state, glowed with a sickly purple light. “Otherwise, I'll make a mess of your face and then... “Kaz rocked back and freed one hand for a brief instant. They reached back and delivered a stinging slap right between Carver's legs, “Then I'll bend you over proper. Until then," Kaz rocked forward and made sure to bounce. Driving that not-in considerable weight right down on Carver's sternum.

She knew better than to protest or to ask the arcanaloth to ease up. That'd only make the creature double down. This is how they want to teach a lesson, Carver thought to herself. I have to master it, learn to focus on one thing while doing another. Else they're just gonna keep doing this. Kaz was a taskmaster for sure, but the arcanaloth had an innate understanding of the very nature of magic. Not to mention a deep learning for the arcane that few mortals could begin to grasp. She was actually lucky to have them as a mentor, but it was a cursed luck.

Drawing a breath was a difficult task in this situation. Being crushed by a demon who was currently manhandling the very tits they were fucking? Not an every day situation for most people. She timed her breath just so, bolstering her lungs with hints of raw power. Nostrils flared as she breathed in the weave and blended it with air. Power surged through her, “I said, ENOUGH!"

Carver through her power and will behind the word. In a straight contest of wills, she was no match for the demon. She knew that and Kaz knew that, but this wasn't a fight. It was Kaz trying to provoke her. Either she had to push her will onto the demon and 'put them in their place' or she'd get a facial. Which Kaz wasn't the least bit shy about absolutely painting her face and tits either.

The arcanaloth flipped over as the dragonborn surged up. “Oh no, the mage is getting some spine to her. Do you want to be on top today, Pumpkin?"

“Oh I've got your top right here." Carver gathered up the Kaz's legs and pushed them to the jackal's chest. The arcanaloth grinned, helping by grabbing their own ankles. As Kaz leaned back, the sizable, canine cock that they'd been grinding on Carver's body vanished. Just a slight pop and it was gone, replaced with a rather ordinary looking slit. Clear enough sign for what the demon was wanting.

Supplying it was a little harder though. Carver took a breath and called up a rather simple spell. She felt the scales around her own groin shift and roil. Flesh molded under the touch of her magic, reshaping itself to her will. A plump sheath and hefty sac grew bloomed from the flesh just above her mons. It was the same rich green as the rest of her body. As her flesh formed and rolled, a dark tip began to slide from the sheath, springing up rather quickly. Carver felt her cheeks flush a bit as the shape took on one she was a bit more familiar with. Ridged underside, nice girth, good length, and with the beginning of a knot housed in the sheath.

Kaz was less impressed. “Copying Bells again, really? You really are smitten with him, aren't you?"

“Just a baseline," Kaz snarled, her thoughts shifting a touch. From just behind the chiseled tip, a ring of barbs sprang up about her crown. Twitching as it reached full mast. Carver casually brought the heavy cock down on the arcanaloth with a heavy smack.

“Mm, better I suppose. Now do you think, URK!"

For once, Carver caught Kaz off guard. The dragonborn summoner had taking but a second to line her tip up with the demon. Then she practically threw her body forward, slamming her length into the demon below her. At the same moment, she lunged forward, throwing her full weight atop the those pinned legs. Forcing Kaz into a mating press. The cherry atop it all? Stuffing her own tongue into the demon's smart mouth to silence Kaz.

The demon fought the kiss, if only because it was so sweetly intimate. Kaz rolled their head and gagged as Carver's tongue plumbed the back of their throat. Carver wasn't going to allow it, reaching up and grabbing a handful of shaggy mane. Pulling sharply as she forced the kiss deeper. Her thrusts were steady and sure, her concentration rock solid. Far more solid than it had been some months ago when they'd started this.

Admittedly, the idea of having sex while using magic had seemed, at first, rather insane. After a few tries though, she understood it a bit more. Maintaining the shape of her spell, the focus it needed, all while her body moved. She couldn't just autopilot it, allow instinct to take over. Kaz challenged her constantly, a wiggle here, a push there. The larger dragonborn had to physically restrain her familiar and tutor. All while the scent and feel of sex wrapped around her. The steady, dripping warmth of Kaz's eager cunt about her conjured cock. The kick of the feet as her barbs tickled the arcanaloth just right. Not to mention the rather satisfying feel of her balls clapping off the creature's ass.

Kaz was soaking up every drop of attention. A growl broke through the arcanaloth as more feminine thoughts began to trace through their head. A bare thought reshaped her pussy to fit the cock perfectly. Draping around every nook and crevice it had. Her legs pushed and hips lifted, better angling herself to feel those balls clap off her ass with stinging force. Why even the kiss earned a little moan from her. Her own canine tongue fighting the dragonborn's stronger, forced tongue. It was all great, all wonderful. Just how strong and controlling Carver could be when she wanted.

But it was the same thing they'd done a hundred times before.

Then something new happened. A rather hot tongue lashed across Carver's body. It darted over her thigh and then up, across her slit.

She jerked and started to turn, breaking the kiss. Kaz's hands were on her horns in a flash, holding tight and drawing her back down. “Focus on me," Kaz growled, “I asked Avice's little pet... “ she groaned and snarled, pushing up into her dragonborn mistress; “to distract you."

It was doing a good job. The heavy, wet tongue slapped at her slit. Each lick caressed her swinging balls as she tried to keep her pace. A wet, heavy slap flicked from the balls, right up to her slit, and dove in. She was excited, the arousal she felt from her conjured cock real enough for her body. She twitched, faltered, and caught the smirk Kaz was giving her. She could practically hear the demon's teasing words. Instead, Carver snarled and lunged forward, planting a hand on Kaz's cheek and shoving the demon's head into the pillows. “I'm not done with you, I'm just getting warmed up!"

So was Dhuk, or rather the hellhound found her warmed up enough. The rock solid body of the demonic canine surged over her. Claws caught and scraped off her scales as it lunged forward, using its bulky form to shove her tail aside. Carver ground her teeth as the beast's skull-like head tucked against her shoulder. Hips rocked in shallow thrusts, searing hot precum splashed against her scales as the male tried to find his target.

Carver's head shot up as the demonic hellhound's tip kissed her slit. Prodded it, then just slammed home with a hip-cracking thrust. The beast felt like hundreds of pounds of muscle, and he'd put all that into that first thrust. Slamming his bulk into Carver, and thus driving her into Kaz below. The arcanaloth wasn't helping either, arching up with a very sultry moan.

“Not too much for you?" the arcanaloth spoke, tongue rolling from her muzzle as she stared up at Carver. Still pressed tight to the bed.

Carver ground her teeth, focus faltering a little. “This is easy," she lied through her teeth. Dhuk's cock was a red-hot spear that slammed into her faster than she'd have imagined. It battered and beat against her insides while the beast's grunts and pants filled her ear. She had to grind her teeth and keep going, pushing into Kaz when she could. Focus and pace faltering a little as her insides quivered.

Dhuk was no mindless beast either. He was a devilishly clever canine. Giving her just enough leeway to push into Kaz before his claws dug into Carver's hips. The beast yanked the dragonborn up and back to meet his thrust. His solid body crashed off her rear with a shock that all but threw her into the arcanaloth. “You were right," came the growling, panting word. Dhuk's too-long tongue spilled from his maw as he gave a wicked grin, “she is a tight cunt. Sturdy too." He paused for just a beat, sheath tucked tight against Carver's body. The hellhound shuffled his feet, “Means I can... “ he began to hammer faster, harder, shaking Carver between Kaz and him.

Carver was all but helpless right now. Dhuk's bulk drove her down into Kaz, and the arcanaloth was pushing up as much as they could as well. Carver's breathless, gasping moans blending with Kaz's sultry, panting calls. All with the bestial growls from Dhuk and the hip-breaking crack of his hips filling in the bass line.

Even with all that going on, Carver held onto the spell. She felt her knot catch inside Kaz and drove her hips forward. The sharp tip of her length jabbed into the demon's deepest reaches. Kaz arched, moaned, and called out, face pressed into the bed still. Her body arched and rolled around the dragonborn. Clearly an act to try and push Carver over the edge, or so the dragonborn thought. Kaz really was enjoying this. Having her summoner pin her down, fuck her, lay claim to her body. The arcanaloth called out as her peak washed over her, body accepting everything that Carver had to offer.

That offering came soon enough. The magical member twitched, lifted, and began to paint the demon's cunt with Carver's seed. Heavy balls lifted and pumped, dumping a magically made load into the arcanaloth. All while Carver's pussy grabbed at the hellhound's pistoning penis.

Dhuk snarled, turned his head, and bit onto Carver's shoulder. Feeling the bitch peak under him drove the hellhound into a frenzy. Hips barely moving as his thick knot grew, stretching the female under him to her very limits. Carver's jaws snapped shut as her eyes rolled back. Her pleasured cry dying into a hissing groan. Barely able to process what was happening, much less do more than hold on as that cock stretched her wider and wider. Threatening to split her open.

Then relief as the hellhound managed one final thrust. Slamming himself into her as his own furred balls began to twitch. The male's fiery spunk painting her walls, threatening to fill her to the brim and beyond.

Just a good thing I've got that contraceptive spell, Carver managed to think out. Her attention finally breaking as her head dropped.

“Well," Kaz said after a long moment, “That was very pleasant." The jackal-like creature slid up on the bed and smirked as she looked down at Carver. The dragonborn did look very good, bent over like that. Head bowed, tail up, and taking the hellhound's load. Though Kaz felt a strange little twinge in her gut, lips curling into a faint frown. Kaz shook the thought off and lay back, fingers spreading her own pussy open. Dipping a finger in to feel around, “Feels like you managed to keep some semen this time. Though you dropped concentration on the main spell. Shame, would have enjoyed a longer lasting tie." She heaved a sigh, “Ah well, we can't all have what we want."

“Like a peaceful morning?" Carver groused, shifting to brace her elbows on the bed. “What did you offer him to get him to do this?" She thumbed back at the hellhound.

Kaz smirked, “I asked if he'd like to fuck you, and he leapt at it."

“Yep!" Dhuk's tail waved, letting more of his weight rest on Carver for a beat. The great beast shifted, half-sliding off her back. One leg came up and he pushed that much deeper. Allowing Carver to feel his balls as they twitched. “Been wanting to try that scaled pussy for ages. Not that there is anything wrong with Miss tress Avice's slit." Avice being Carver's roommate. A spotted yellow kobold who was rather fond of having the hound mount her. She was both a size and pain queen, and Carver was surprised she could manage what the hound had.

The arcanaloth sat there, casually fondling their slit with a hum. “So what is the plan for today?" Kaz tilted their head, insides roiling just a touch at the feel of the dragonborn's seed within their body. What would happen if… Kaz killed the thought before it could progress.

Carver huffed and drew a pillow over. She couldn't move too much, not with Dhuk's knotted length firmly lodged in her. Not like the hellhound was being accommodating by rolling over or anything. He just stood there. His body pressed against hers, knotted length throbbing with each spray of his hot, watery seed.

At least until his ears perked. “Uh oh," Dhuk whined quietly, “Avice is calling for me."

“Okay just let mEEEEE!"

Carver squealed as the hellhound twisted and leapt off the bed. Her jaws snapped shut and the dragonborn hissed as his knot twisted and pulled at her. Her body was meant to lay eggs, but it was also meant to clamp onto a knot and hold tight. So when the male, with a rather large knot, purposefully pulled away from her? Yeah, it hurt and her body stretched as he wrenched himself out of her. Cock leaping free with a wet pop as the motion of it all all but knocked her to the bedding. “Mother FUCKER!" she bellowed, curling up and grabbing her body with a shudder.

Kaz snickered at her and leaned back, tongue sticking out. Carver curled up and shot the demon a look, “I am going to so cuddle you and sweet talk."

That made Kaz narrow their eyes, “You wouldn't dare."

Carver sat up slowly, “I will coo dreamily into your ear too."

The arcanaloth narrowed their eyes and snorted, “So, what are the plans once you stop curling up and making threats?"

Somehow, Carver managed to crawl her way up to lay beside the arcanaloth. She breathed out a sigh and closed her eyes. “Well, first off there's breakfast."

“Lunch," Kaz's tone was rather casual, “It's close to midday now. It's why I woke you up."

Carver's muzzle wrinkled, “I asked you to wake me up earlier. I had some errands I wanted to do."

Kaz shrugged, “It wasn't anything important, and nothing that couldn't be handled by a few letters. Which I took the liberty of writing and sending out for you, so you're welcome. Don't have to go down to town and talk with some of those people."

Carver started to say something. She'd really wanted to go into town and do a little socializing too. Especially around the Antiquarim. Rather than feed into Kaz by fussing, Carver grumbled. “Well, then I'll go get lunch and head down to the library. Got some studying to do there, and some research I want to get in. Then I'm going to be meeting Bells tonight."

The demon made a noise, “Ah Bellend? Drink, dinner, and dump a load into you? Again. Tell me, has he learned more than just slam it in and pump until he's done? What's he up to now, a minute? Two?"

Even Carver had to admit that Bells, while handsome and large, was hardly more than that. He wasn't the best student, even if he was good in his chosen field, but the golden dragonborn was... She'd didn't want to say simple. He didn't want for much was a better way to put it. Certainly good enough to give her a stomach-wrenching climax once he was done. Though that could be because of his ridges more than anything else.

Kaz, of course, had a supreme distaste the golden dragonborn male. He was hardly more than a fuck, and he wasn't even that good at the act. Granted, he was rather large and strong, but that was all he had. There was the fact that Carver was less fun to tease when he was around. It was hard to coax the lunk into anything more than 'stick penis in pussy or mouth.' So boring.

“I need a bath before anything else," Carver rolled off the bed now that she wasn't in pain. “If I go stalking around smelling of brimstone and sex, people will give me odd looks."

“Stranger than they give any other student?" The arcanaloth mused with a smirk. “Whelp, at the very least I can amuse myself in the library." Kaz stretched out and narrowed their eyes with a groan.

Carver held up her hand, “Oh no, you're not going to the library with me."

That made Kaz plant a hand on their hip, “And why not?"

The emerald dragonborn swung around to face her familiar, “You know exactly why. Cem gave me very clear instructions that you are not allowed to be in the library. Not until you apologize."

Arms crossed over their chest, “I did nothing wrong, and have nothing to apologize for."

“You," Carver pointedly jabbed the arcanaloth in their chest, “walked right into the restricted section and tried to break into the more secured bookcase. When that failed, you decided to 'revise' the Revised History of the Hells further."

Kaz tilted their head defiantly, “You can hardly blame me. The locked up, restricted books are often the best. Also that writer is a complete hack, even your precious Cemi agreed there."

“YOU TRIED TO BURN THE BOOK!"

Carver took a breath and rubbed the bridge of her muzzle. “Listen, until you do the whole written apology thing, you're not allowed into the library. So you're going to go into town and pick up the supplies I wanted." She began to count on her fingers, “You will not look like me, will not look like anyone I know. You will not do anything to get me into trouble, or cause harm to my reputation. I don't want anyone tracking me down because you promised them something either. Just to town, get the supplies, maybe find something to amuse yourself that won't harm anyone, and come back. Agreed?"

Kaz ground their teeth and narrowed their eyes. They could feel the magical bonds from Carver's accursed calling ceremony pulling at them. There was an agreement between the two of them that the dragonborn wouldn't flex the Bindings too often, and Kaz would help teach. This wasn't a full flex, but Carver also had to be aware of it fully. Kaz wrinkled their muzzle and let out a low growl. The noise rattled around their chest even as thoughts raced through their head. An idea formed, but Kaz refused to let it show. Instead just snapping a, “Fine."

“Fine, good." Carver stalked to her desk and wrote out a list of things she wanted and needed. She knew she should have been more suspicious of how fast Kaz folded with it. However, she just wanted to get on to get some food in her, and then go about her day. “Kaz," she said after a moment, “I don't mean to Invoke, just agitated. You know how rough it's been."

Fur bristled then lay down with a little snort. “Yeah."

“Here," Carver counted out some coins into a pouch. “Most of that you know they'll bill to my school account. Some is gonna need actual coin, and I know you can haggle down without making people too mad. This should cover what the school won't, and have some left over. Just don't go hiring someone to prank me or something. Again."

The arcanaloth sighed and took the list and coin pouch. “Just ruining all my fun." Their head tilted slightly, “Might go visit that one bookshop. I feel a little tingle in my fingertips right now." Finger pads tapped together, “Could be my lucky day."

Of course doing the shopping was easy enough. Kaz wasn't quite as limited to the pace of mortals. Their body was just a construct of their will, after all. Moving around the Academy and town was far easier when one could just walk through walls or teleport around. Not like they were using their magic for much else at the moment.

Their first stop wasn't the market though. No, they had a far better idea of where to go. A little bit of payback. A punishment for the way Carver had been. “She could talk to that," Kaz trailed off into a hellish curse, “Librarian and let me in."

The dragonborn had laid out that Kaz couldn't imitate her. So no prancing around as the female, getting her into trouble that way. However, that didn't include a bit of forgery.

It didn't take more than a moment to trek off the side and secure a scrap of paper. Clearing the text off it was easy too. As was getting access to a pen and some ink. It was an Academy, after all. “I'll be a little late tonight," Kaz didn't have to do a perfect mimicry of the dragonborn's handwriting. Just get ti close enough. “So made a little something so you can keep yourself entertained. It's entirely lifelike, so why not start with a bit of oral fun?" A quick sketch of Carver's face with the mouth open. Crude, but enough to get the point across. The note went into a spare pouch as the demon smirked.

Reaching into the air, Kaz dipped their hand into an extra dimensional pocket they carried around. Out came a cloth doll that looked exactly like a naked Carver. It was detailed from the color of her scales right down to the shape of her naked form. It was a lovely little thing Kaz had made soon after they were summoned. Carver had thrown a fit back then, so Kaz hadn't used it. Well, hadn't used it to do more than tease the dragonborn now and then.

Even now, they whispered a few spells and brushed a delicate claw over the doll. A couple simple spells that'd spring to life when that dumb-Bell pulled it out. Kaz smirked and slipped the doll into the pouch with the note. Clinching it up, they attached a note to the pouch's drawstring with Bell's name on the outside.

“Now... Where was he rooming?"

“Ah, Miss Maxiac," a deep voice shook through her as she walked into the library, “how are you today? Has your familiar decided to accompany you today?" Of course Cem would be using her proper name. Just how he was. Carver rolled her head slightly as the crystalline shards overhead sparkled and danced with their own light. The crystal lights each twisted in a slow spin, throwing clear light over everything.

“Cemrir, greetings." She bowed her head slightly with a smile, “And no, Kaz hasn't yet decided that the knowledge here is worth an apology."

As she turned her head, she caught the faint image of a full grown dragon chuckling down at her. Cemrir was a crystal dragon, or had been one, it was complicated. The rare and powerful psychics were something that very few ever met, living, dead, or otherwise. The powerful ones, like Cemrir, could continue to exist after being killed. Their willpower, their very essence, living on and residing in objects of their choosing. The grand librarian inhabited something in the library, and freely moved about it to carry out his tasks keeping and organizing the books. He was not a ghost, but wasn't entirely corporeal either.

She could only catch Cemrir out of the corner of her eye, but a great many couldn't even manage that. The crystal dragon's head swung to follow her as she moved through the books and shelves. The crystal lights overhead sparkled here and there as the spectral dragon moved his presence among the lights and throughout the library he loved so much.

“Ah," the word shook through her as she found her favorite table and slung her bag down. “That is a shame, would rather enjoy talking with them given the chance." She caught sight of the dragon shifting and changing size slightly. A book cart rumbled past, possessed by the dragon, a swarm of books floating along in a vaguely draconic shape. Yet even as the 'body' moved about, his voice remained fairly close by. “It is not often I get to meet an arcanaloth. Much less one that seems so pleased, yet annoyed, to be bound."

Carver chuckled, “That sums up Kaz rather soundly. Annoyed and pleased all at the same time." The dragonborn breathed out a sigh and leaned forward slightly. “Do we have copies of..." she pulled out a list and began to read down it.

Before she could even list off books, they were being laid down on the table. “Of course we do. I am assuming you'll be here most of the day?" She nodded, already laying out quills, ink, her notebook, and a couple bits of snacks. “Good, I'll make sure to check in on you now and then." Cemrir loved his books and library, he'd drilled library etiquette into her head when she was first starting out. Didn't take too long though, she loved the books as much as he did. More than that, she wasn't the least bit weirded out by him, well not after too long, and would happily chat with the librarian when she could.

Time ticked away as Carver dove into the studies. It was nice, relaxing here, quiet too. She knew there were other students about, but they were at other tables in other areas. Their conversations distant and just a quiet hum. It is a shame Kaz isn't here. She smirked and shook her head. The arcanaloth would probably have some snippy remark or another about her studies. Still, when she could coax some proper conversation from the jackal, it was very enlightening.

It was easy for Carver to lose track of time here. Especially when she found herself with a very interesting volume. Even better when Cermrir got involved and curled up to read with her. It was one of the downsides of Bells. He was handsome, fit, but not overly interested in some of the books that she was.

She was busy copying a section from Nethersong Restored when she felt something strange. A bit of pressure against her lip, then tongue. The dragonborn frowned and reached up to rub her cheek. She couldn't feel anything there, but the pressure remained. Carver opened her mouth and worked her jaw and tongue around. “Huh..." the dragonborn huffed. It was weird, but hardly more than a little phantom pressure. Nothing she couldn't readily ignore, and it faded soon enough. Her nose wrinkled and she looked around. “Huh..." she shrugged it off.

A beat later there was a new sensation. Something thrummed against her nethers. A low hum that trembled across her scaled slit and teased between the lips. That made her back twitch and tail flick. Kaz has got to be up to something, Carver grumbled to herself. Some petty little revenge or some lesson. Just ignore it.

Which was easier said than done. The vibration shook and traveled up into her. A low, pulsing tremble that made her squirm ever so slightly. Hips shifted back and forth on the seat as she leaned forward, tamping it down. It wasn't a bad feeling, just an idle little pulse that sent tremors through her. Just a low, budding bit of excitement that shivered up her spine. The green dragonborn huffed through her clenched teeth and focused on the book. If this is the best that Kaz is doing, then it'll be easy to ignore.

Either the demon had a sense of ironic timing, or she was just unlucky. No sooner had the thought formed in her head than she felt something push against her lips. Some unseen presence that drove right past her lips and into her muzzle. Carver's back jerked in surprise as the too-familiar weight of a cock pinned her tongue down. Thick, throbbing ridges slid across her tongue and forced it down. Carver's hand flew to her face and pressed to her closed lips. Casting a quick look around, she opened her maw and felt inside. No, there was no phantasmal cock in there, yet she could still feel it. The warmth throbbed inside her maw and pulled back. Only to drive further down, tip nudging at the back of her throat.

Carver knew the feel of the cock in her maw. It certainly felt like Bells' member. Kaz could readily be copying that. Though her mind changed as the length pulled back and drove in. The too-familiar feel of hips bouncing her off her nose convincing her of something she'd feared. That fucking demon gave Bells the doll?! As good as Kaz could mimic the physicality of someone, the demon was loathe to copy how they acted. Bells had a habit of grabbing her head and going at it with all the vigor he could.

To make matters worse, that vibrating spell was picking up the pace as well. It pulsed and surged inside her body, shaking her to the very core. She grabbed the edge of the table and huffed. Her tail went stiff and shook behind her as the strange vibrating power. Her insides clenched at nothing and trembled in response. A searing warmth spiking into her core. The dragonborn narrowed her eyes and snorted out a huff. She started to open her mouth, wanted to call out.

An unseen hand clamped around either end of her muzzle, one on top and one on the bottom. Then the thrusts began to rain down faster on her muzzle. Tongue lashed in protest, bending against the cock that wasn't there. The corners of her eyes started to water as the tip kept jabbing and probing the back of her throat. Yeah, that was definitely Bells, he had gotten a little too rough a few times. He had this want to pry her muzzle open and shove his cock right down her throat if he could. Which was a problem since she had a gag reflex.

Even as she thought about it, she felt the tip drive into her throat and keep going. Her eyes went wide and watered as she gulped around nothing. Body heaving as she very nearly retched, but something stopped her. Her throat roiled and heaved against the cock as the tip nudged and probed deeper. Yet her stomach was still as iron.

Nostrils flared as the dragonborn snorted and gripped tighter. Head dipping a bit as lightning sparked up and down her spine. She couldn't stop her hips from moving as that thrumming shifted inside her. Pressing here and there within her body, pressing against her pleasure spots with unerring precision. Her tail lashed and cracked off the ground. Eyes rolling in her head as the raw pleasure spiked through her core and up her body. She was wet, soaking wet, absolutely drenching her undergarments. Her world was fading away, leaving just the steady thrum of the spell in her loins and the presence of that length in her throat. She could feel each jet of Bells' precum as it poured down her throat. Keenly aware that not only was her climax fast approaching, but that the male's knot was starting to stretch her jaws.

“Miss Maxiac, are you alright?"

Cemrir's deep rumble shook through the haze and gave her something to focus on. Carver didn't know if she could or couldn't open her mouth. Didn't know what would or wouldn't show up if she did. She could feel Bells' cock so keenly, was deeply aware of the male's hot precum spilling down her throat. If she tried to speak, would she retch? Spit out a glob of precum?

Muscles quivered and thighs quaked as she leaned forward. The vibration kicked up higher, shaking her to the very core with a groan. The unseen hands curled about her muzzle and held on tight. Her eyes watered as she felt the tip jabbing down her throat.

She grabbed her quill and began to scratch a note out, “Magic sex doll." Not descriptive, but it was all she could manage as her hands shook. The dragonborn's eyes narrowed and her hips hunched. Her hand shook as her insides clamped around nothing. Grip tightened until the quill snapped. Jaws clenched around the unseen cock as a noise boiled around the phantom phallus inside her throat. Eyes rolled and she felt her peak wash over her a beat before thick, heavy warmth started to pump down her throat.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could just make out the amethyst scales of Cemrir slide into view. The ghostly dragon let out a low, “Hrum," as he tried to piece together the clues. Thankfully it didn't take more than a beat before, “Ah, one moment."

The thrumming didn't stop. Carver huffed, hands planting hard on the table. Every moment and shift of her hips set liquid fire surging through her. The vibrating didn't stop at all. In fact, it only got more intense, pulsing stronger with each shot of the unseen cock within her throat. Something made all the worse as Cemrir's body moved closer to hers. The dragon's large, exceptionally warm, yet cold, hand wrapping around her body and pressing to her stomach. She felt his presence before the dragon uttered some words in an ancient tongue.

Relief! The presence within her mouth and throat faded. Well, mostly faded away. She could still feel the sticky warmth in her throat, the flavor of precum on her tongue. Even without the constant thrumming, her insides were still warm and quivering.

“There," Cemrir rumbled, “I've paused the magic for the moment." A large hand rolled into view at the edges of her vision. It turned and cupped ever so slightly, “Think of it as a canopy that's inverted. Currently catching the magic from reaching you." The crystalline dragon sighed, “Of course it'll eventually break and all that will come pouring down on you." His voice rolled off a moment, “Unless… Hrmmm…"

Carver huffed and rolled her surprisingly sore jaw. “So what, just a little relief? Is it all just gonna crash down on me all at once?" Despite everything, she was wondering what was happening on the other end. Was the doll still working, for instance? If it wasn't happening to her, it could be a rather interesting series of questions.

“For the moment, yes, and in lesser hands it would crash down all at once if I failed." A chuckle shook through her, “Did that one time, was rather amusing to watch." Cemrir took a slow breath and stilled. “So, would you care to explain why you were soaking one of my seats?"

She didn't quite notice the dragon's slow inhale. Despite Cemrir's assurances that she wouldn't be slam-fucked by the curse, she did her best to summarize and guess about what happened.

The dragon rumbled, “Ah," great head nodding slowly, “that would explain a few things."

“Like what?" Carver asked as she turned her head without thinking. The moment she looked right at the dragon, he vanished from her sight. Yet his body spanned out behind her, half-curled protectively around the dragonborn and the table.

His lovely, sparkling purple scales sparkled in the light from the crystals. Somehow seeming solid, yet transparent at the same time. She knew that he should be huge, which he was. His body vanished through the bookshelves as if they weren't there. Size didn't matter for him, he changed it at will and was seemingly something comfortable for the space he was in. As she looked back at him, something new caught her eye. Something decidedly more pink than the rest of his body, jutting out of his…

Carver's cheek's went red as she turned her head away. “Would explain what, exactly?" Maybe his answer could distract her from what she'd glimpsed. Hopefully more, since she felt a low warmth roiling in her core.

“The skill that spell is crafted with." He rolled is hand, “It was like… grabbing a spider web made of…" Cemrir's muzzle wrinkled, “pasta. If that makes sense. The way it slipped and slid through my fingers. Even now, it's trying to wriggle from my control and come back down on you." He paused a moment, “Seems whoever is using the focus hadn't noticed yet, and they're just adding to it." The dragon's muzzle wrinkled for a moment before he cleared his throat, “I should…" he trailed off, “I do have some duties to attend to. I can hold the spell off you for a time."

He started to rise when, “I can help you with that." Cemrir stopped and arched a brow. “Not the spell, but…" Carver gestured down his body, “that." The dragon's eyes widened and his amethyst cheeks darkening in color. Her own emerald cheeks were deepening in color. The sound of her heart pounding in her ears almost all she could hear. “It's only fair I offer you some assistance, after you helped lift that doll's curse off me." Carver laughed nervously, “Before I give Kaz a taste of their own medicine, that is."

Cemrir perked up a little and seemed to think on it a moment. “It has been a while, but it is improper. You are a student and I am…" he trailed off a moment.

“Third, nearly fourth year student. One who gets roused every other morning by a demon wanting a bit of…" she trailed off. “I am consenting to this, Cem. I've got protections in place as well."

The dragon's head swung towards her and thought for a moment. “I suppose if you consent and are willing." He breathed out a low huff and looked around, “Tell me, Miss Maxiac…"

“Carver, just call me Carver." She flashed a smile, “Family nickname, friends still use it."

He chuckled, “Carver then. It has been a while since I'd seen anything as… enticing as what was happening before. So I am rather," he rolled his head, “riled up. I can handle something discreet here, or we can try to sneak back to a break room I have." He rolled his head and looked around, “There aren't too many others in the library."

Carver bit her lip, thinking back to her first time with Bells. The two of them in the alleyway just going at it. The risk of being caught by anyone that happened to be walking past mere feet away? It was something she'd enjoyed, but didn't try out often. “We can start here, then move somewhere else if you want." The dragonborn shifted, keenly aware of the damp of her undergarments. “What do you need me to do?" She asked, reaching for her belt.

Another chuckle, “My dear, I'm not entirely corporeal. I've also been at this long enough to develop certain skills." Cemrir rolled his head one way then the other, looking around again. “If you are willing, then just slide your rump back a little. It's all about the angle of approach."

She did just as he asked, sliding herself back until her rear was partially off the back edge. Cemrir eased himself forward and let his hands come to rest on the table. “Now," the dragon rumbled quietly, “just act as if you're asking me some questions." His size changed so smoothly she didn't notice when his hands went from massive forepaws, larger than her body, to merely larger than her hands. What she did feel was a tingle against her back, then a soft warmth and pressure. Followed by the distinct rumble of the purring dragon's chest pressing to her back. “I just need to..." he trailed off for a moment. Scales scraped off hardwood as the dragon rearranged himself.

Then she felt it. Just a little nudge as his tip eased through her clothing and probed her slit. Barely even a touch before the male breathed out a little, “Oh it has been a while," as his cock twitched and she was certain she felt precum smearing against her fine labia scales. “Let me know if I am too large or am going too fast."

Carver nodded and bit her bottom lip. Her heart hammered in her throat as she felt the male shift behind her. Cemrir's not-entirely corporeal form felt very real as he pushed into her. The dragon's tapered tip easily spreading her open around his length. He was big, but not uncomfortably so. She felt her insides leap for joy as the male spread her steadily. Silky smooth, warm walls wrapped so tight around him and welcomed every inch into her. Twitching as his ridges eased into her, anticipating how they'd feel on the way out. Right up until his tip nearly nestled against the entry to her egg chamber. “Ah," he breathed against her neck, “one moment..." Followed by the strangest sensation she could have imagined. His size changed again, length shrinking inside her, yet the dragon kept feeding more of himself into her. Not stopping until she felt the distinct tap of his hips off hers. “Perfect," Cemrir breathed, “how are you? Too big?"

She could only shake her head, jaws clenched as her breathing came in quick puffs. “No, it feels perfect too."

“Wonderful," he breathed against her neck. The dragon's head slid against her cheek and his chin came to rest on her shoulder. “Now, just point at the book and I'll mutter quietly. Make it look like I'm helping you with some questions. Just let me know if you need help staying quiet whilst I..." He drew back and Carver almost yelped. Bells' cock was ridged, she was fully expecting that. She didn't expect just how angular and firm they were. Rasping her insides just right in a way that made her eyes go crossed and had her tail shoot up. Cemrir's hips barely moved, but somehow the dragon began to saw several inches of his manhood in and out of her.

It took Carver a good moment or two before she was able to take a breath and steady herself. Then came the charade of pointing at the book, trying to look like she was asking a question. Cemrir rumbled and muttered a response. His tone sounded like he was asking some question of hers, but it was always some praise for her. A wing shifted and his hips moved closer. Tucking her tail neatly between his haunch and side. With the wing for cover, one of his hands swept down and neatly slid through her shirt. Warm, soft scales cupped her breast through her undergarment and began to play with her.

Cemrir might have been a full grown dragon, shattered and reformed by his will, but he was the most attentive partner she'd ever had. He danced between using his fingers and using those talons. Pinching, stroking, massaging, rougher one moment and gentle the next. Fine tuning his approach to her steady breathing and soft gasps. Seconds ticked into minutes and she felt her body heating up. The chair rocking steadily under her as she couldn't help but drive herself back into her partner. Encouraging him to match her pace.

“I'm gonna," she gasped, breathing out the words as pleasure soaked. Her insides trembling as she tried to hold herself off for a moment more. Longing to feel him as well.

A low growl, “That's what I was waiting for." He panted against her neck, “Allow me a moment to indulge myself," just a breath before his teeth found her neck. Biting, holding her closer as his hips slapped off hers. The hand on her breast came up and cupped her jaw quietly. Fingers wrapped around her muzzle an instant before her body would hunch and push back. Cemrir caught her guttural moan just as it was surging up her throat. The dragonborn's hand flew back and braced on his flank, not caring in the least as she felt his hearty knot growing. Stretching her insides further than any partner had.

Her world exploded as his knot grew and ridges throbbed inside her. Each pulse stroking her insides with an almost primal tenderness. Thighs pressed tighter together as she was lifted up by the best climax she'd ever experienced. Her world turning to nothing but light and noise as bliss washed over her. Followed a beat later by the slight pain of his tip plunging forward, nestling itself into her egg chamber. Then the rush of thick, spectral spunk that somehow flooded her and filled her to the brim within seconds. Her scaled stomach distending as the dragon joined her in that primal pleasure. Unleashing his long-held finish within the emerald dragonborn.

Silence fell over the pair as they rode it out. Cemrir panting against her neck, Carver all but hanging in his grip. One hand on the table, half-standing with the chair balanced on two of its legs. Her body relaxed, the tip of her tail twitching in time with his explosive jets. That warmth filling her and soaking through her very core.

Then voices started to break through. Idle conversation of other students wandering the library. “Perhaps we should retire somewhere more private while my excitement ebbs." Cemrir breathed. His hand slid down her throat gently.

“S-sounds good," Carver panted.

He breathed a word or two, traced some symbol in the air. The teleport was so smooth she barely registered it. Just that one breath she was at the table, and the next she was in a new room. It looked to be an aged break room, large couches meant for the dragon lined one wall. Smaller chairs and tables fought for the remaining space. Her things thumped to one table quietly, having been brought with them. Cabinets lined a far wall, and windows looked out into the library along another. “Don't worry," Cemrir shifted, “they're all one-way mirrors." He lay on his back, allowing Carver to find a spot to lay atop him.

Which was something she was more than eager to do. Once she divested herself of her clothing. It felt wrong to have a sessions as wonderful as that, then continue to lay with her clothes on. Cemrir watched with an appreciative eye as she stripped herself down and tossed her clothing aside. A delicate hand helping here and there, or at least moving in to pet along her luscious scales. Admiring her curves and the shape of her body. Then she surprised him by taking a breath and starting to turn. Both gasped and huffed, clenching jaws and hissing as she twisted around on his fat knot. Not stopping until she could lay atop him, belly to belly.

“So, um..." Carver started. “I'm not going to suddenly feel some other guy inside me if that spell drops down again. Am I?"

Cemrir cupped her back and chuckled quietly. “Oh, don't worry. I thought of something a moment earlier when we were talking."

Now that had her curious, “Oh?"

His muzzle split into a very wicked looking grin with far too many teeth.

-----Meanwhile----

Kaz sat atop some building's roof, a pastry clutched in their hand. The arcanaloth nibbled at the edges, savoring the spiced sweetness of it. All the errands had been done and there was easily enough money for a bit of a treat. They'd found a fondness for this particular pastry some weeks ago. “MMm," the demon hummed and narrowed their eyes. “If all goes to plan, then perhaps Carver is having a rather interesting time in the library." There was a slight pang that sounded through the creature as they thought about what they'd done. Not regret, not guilt, but a little question if they perhaps went too far. Little pranks and jokes had a way of balancing things out, or worse, backfiring.

The doll on its own was a known quantity. Carver knew that Kaz not only had one, but could make more as they wished. Layering on the remote pleasure spell was something else they'd done before. Though not as intense as the one put there. One that would mimic the pleasure levels of whoever was using the doll. Now, perhaps where Kaz had gone too far was putting the Lustful Aura spell on the doll itself. It'd drive whatever male found it into a near frenzy. Going until they couldn't produce anymore. That wasn't limited to just Bellend either, it'd be any of his little friends who happened to be around at the same time. That wasn't the only spell layered on the doll either.

Sigh. “Maybe I did go a little far with it. Ah well, toning it down won't be that hard." Kaz narrowed their eyes and reached out for the magics of the doll. That gossamer fine web was immediately within range. All it'd take would be a touch and minor adjustment...

The sensation of a massively thick, heavy cock filled the arcanaloth's mouth and throat. Kaz gagged in shock and felt their stomach roll, but not retch. Another little spell added to the act to keep Carver from ruining the fun. Before a single thought could form, the Arcanaloth was heaved to their side, one leg lifted. They, or rather she as her body responded to the magic, felt the heavy thumped of a rather meaty cock against her labia. “Wha..." was all she managed before raw pleasure surged into her, followed a second later by that heavy cock.

Up on the rooftop, the arcanaloth writhed as not one, but two rather large cocks penetrated her. Or to be more accurate, were going at the doll. A doll which was now rather firmly aimed at her. Every thrust, every push, each grab and manhandle drove into the arcanaloth and made her pant and squirm.

For the first time in what felt like centuries, the demon was caught off guard. Every part of the spells on the doll fell firmly on her. Phantom vibrations shook through her, arousal spells spiked through her core and shook over the unseen invaders. Phantasmal cocks hammered into her throat and pussy. She could feel every vein, each ridge, and all the twitching from the males. Kaz couldn't think, couldn't begin to form a defense.

“Let me a piece of that," an unseen voice echoed down at her from the aether.

A growl, “Get your own," as powerful hips slammed against hers, unrelenting with their speed or pace.

The cock that stuffed her throat to the point of choking pulled out. She heard a scuffle, some growling, then... the feel of two cocks against her entrance. The one that was already in her body kept pounding away, but this other grabbed a leg and spread her wide. All before finding a moment so it could drive in. Two males hammering away at her pussy. The arcanaloth arched and would have yowled in painful bliss if the breath had stayed in her lungs.

“Oh fuck, feel how it clenched? the phantasm snarled, “This thing is better than real..."

Hands shoved against her face, ghostly thumbs hooked into the corners of her jaws and forced her mouth open. “Fucking dirty whore loves being pounded by two real cocks, doesn't she?" The pace got harder, hammering Kaz with a brutality that she was certain was going to knock something loose. With the fingers prying her mouth open, she could only gasp and writhe atop the slate roof. Eyes staring blankly up at the sky as she arched and clenched. Squirting in excitement as her peak crashed against her senses mere moments after her own curse was unleashed on her. “YEAH!" the distant voice bellowed, “TAKE IT, SLUT! PPITU!" The feeling of saliva landed in her mouth, one of the pair using the doll obviously getting far into it.

“Whoa, that's looking great. Let me in on that!" A third cock joined the fray. The hands on her jaws wrenched her head around and held her jaws open. A new, differently shaped cock, one decidedly canine in taste and style, hammered into her maw. The three males grunting and snarling as they began to ravage her.

What worried Kaz more was when she felt the distinct pop and pull of the two knots at her pussy. Each one hammering deeper, then getting driven out as the other male wedged his cock into her depths. The pair fighting to be the one who managed to tie with her, while trying to keep the other male out. Which came to a head as both managed to slam their hips forward at the same time. Both somehow managing to wedge the majority of their knot into her. Threatening to split the demonic creature in half as they kept rocking and bucking.

All sense left Kaz as she cried out, or tried to, around the cock inside her maw. Body heaving as she came again, juices raining down on the slate roof as her legs fought the unseen grip. Wordless snarls of lust coming from the doll's users as their knots ground against each other. Fighting for a breath more before first one, then the other, began to unload into her. Their cum quickly overflowing the arcanaloth and spilling out over her thighs.

Somewhere, some part of her mind spoke to the demon. Just have to withstand until the spell is over. At midnight. Her gaze blurred, focusing and unfocusing up on the sky overhead. All while ghostly hands and phantasmal cocks kept ravaging her. Ah, it's shortly after noon...

Then the twin knots were ripped out of her, one immediately launching right back into another rut. Hammering her stretched, drooling cunt with reckless abandon.

-----Back at the Library-----

“You did what?" Carver moaned and rolled her hips slowly. It was some time after their first little tryst. Cemrir insisted on a bit of a cool-down and a brief nap. When she woke, she'd found the crystal dragon had assumed a form more like hers. Still draconic, but similar in size to her. He'd woken her with a kiss, an offer of tea, and a raging erection.

“Oh you know," the dragon chuckled as he planted a kiss on the emerald dragonborn's neck. “Just set a little trap of my own. If your Kaz decides to check on the spell, then they'll get to experience everything that was going to be done to you." He ran his hands over her cheeks and down to her neck. Body pushing against hers oh so slowly, grinding his underside against her outer lips. Teasing her, toying with her for a moment in some rather fantastic foreplay. “Either it will make them think twice about using that spell, or they'll make some dolls of themselves to pass around. You never know with demons." The amethyst dragon slid his hips back slowly and rumbled. “Now, you're certain it is safe?"

He leaned over her, body seeming very corporeal at the moment. To the extent that Carver could look directly at him as she draped her arms around his neck. “I am very sure. Had my control spell renewed just last week at the healers."

Cemrir rumbled, “Well, in that case..." He arched and pushed into her. The pair sharing in a gasp as his length sank into her. He leaned in and cupped her cheeks. Drawing her up into a kiss, his decidedly longer tongue snaking into her mouth. Carver arched her body and happily suckled on his tongue, eyes narrowing as she groaned. Even coaxing him to push his tongue into her throat so she could enjoy it even more. Legs casually tossed around his body as she arched and pushed.

---

Carver's dreams were a wild swirl of chaos and colors. Her eyes fluttered open as a weight pressed atop her. Rather, a weight pressed atop her bladder. The emerald green dragonborn sat up and groped for her robes. “I need... the bathroom," she breathed out and heaved herself from the bed. She tied her robe around her body, or at least tried to. Her stomach was somewhat larger than it had been when she'd ordered the robe, her breasts heavier too.

“You're not the only one," Kaz groaned as they swung out of the bed. Not caring about a robe to cover their naked body. Where Carver was large, and the egg inside her rather heavy. Kaz looked like they were ready to pop at any moment. Breasts swung heavily as the arcanaloth huffed and cupped their hanging stomach.

Still, Carver couldn't help but smirk, “Your own fault, you know." She waved at the stomach.

Kaz's eyes narrowed, “Ah yes, I should have accounted for you enlisting a dragon to help shift the spell. Shame on me, bad demon." The jackal slapped the back of their hand.

“Yes, but you also negated a birth control spell I'd paid good money for, and increased fertility." Carver reached over to help the demon up, then poked Kaz's stomach, “How many is it again?"

Kaz swatted at her hand, “At least six." They sighed and waddled after the dragonborn, “Going to be an odd mix too. By all accounts, it'd be... A horse, a wolf, one gryphon, a basilisk, and two, maybe three dragonborn. Though several of them went more than once, and I lost count on top of the roof."

“Is that why you let them keep the doll?"

“You shut the fuck up."