Summoned from the underworld.

[Vivid]

Tiador

He had just pulled back the cover, when the four foot tall, butterfly-winged girl appeared in his room. She started talking and looking around. Her words must have been important, she used enough of them. But they didn't register in his mind, because she was, Oh Yes, NAKED!!

Tiador had a gorgeous, naked imp in his room.

Oh, man.

He couldn't decide if his next thought should be, "This is *so* cool," or "I am in *so* much trouble."

He realized he was NAKED!! and grabbed the sheet to cover himself. He was shy.

Something was wrong. She used to have fly wings. She had spelled his name on them. He was wondering how his spell could have metamorphis... metamorpho... metamorf... changed her, when her words slowed enough to reach his brain. Her name was "Neillah"?

"I'm sorry," he stammered during one of the rare moments she took a breath. "I must've called the wrong imp. Could you go back and get Alyn for me please?" He blushed somewhat. "She likes me you know." He stammered at his words. "But don't get the wrong idea. You're very nice and sweet and... impish and...nak... I mean nice."

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

"Tell me, Muffin... Would your mother approve of us?" All these thoughts of staying with Muffin, taking her away with him once he graduated from this college of wizardry flittered through his mind. His fingers played over her pussy once more but he suddenly realized he could be inside of her just as easilly as his fingers were, and it would be a lot more mutual pleasure. So he shifted atop her, his already hard cock pulsing with every heart beat as he aligned it against her entrance and eased into her. It was beauty unadulterated, watching as he entered her fully, for only the second time in his life. Finally he laid down against her form, lasilly rocking his hips against her tender nest, a pleasured smile on his lips as he kissed just below her ear, next to her jaw. The slow rythem of drawn breath and the light puff of exhaled air teased along Muffin's neck.

 

[Neale]

Dean Edwin

Excellent, the Dean thought to himself, as he gazed out from his tower-top window. She has arrived.

He slipped on his proper robes, and descended the long, stone staircase, heading towards the main offices of the school. A short while later, he had reached the main gate, where the new student stood waiting. Nodding to the gate watch-dragonette, he approached the young witch-to-be.

"Hello. I am Dean Edwin, dean of students here at the school of wizardry. Follow me, please, and we'll get you to your dormitory. If you have any questions, feel free to ask them of me as we walk."

 

[Song]

Nyla

"...hey, you're talking!; but you said you were mute; it's not nice to lie to people, you know; you get us all feeling sorry for you and stuff because of your disability, and then it turns out it was just a lie; and that's just not nice at all..."

She stomped up to Tiador and attempted to wave a finger in his face. The scolding didn't seem to be very effective, however, as her fingertip barely reached the bottom of his chin.

"...and don't even *think* about me going back, Mr. Wizard Boy; it's hot and sweaty and sweltery and icky there, and I rather happen to like it here; besides, you called me, you wrote my name with your own blood, you mixed the ox blood and the pint of sea water; you called me, and you're not sending me back; nope, not going to happen..."

Nyla looked to be on the verge of throwing a full-blown tantrum, when she saw a piece of fruit sitting on the table. It might have been sitting there for weeks. Maybe even months.

"...Awwwwww; aren't you sweet; you *did* set out fruit for me; I've seen better, though; are you poor; oh, you must be one of those starving-artist-wizards who uses his talents only for painting pretty pictures and other neat stuff; well, you're going to have to change that if you want to keep me; I like to have fresh fruit; aren't you going to heat up some water for tea?; you don't expect me to do it for you, do you; no, I'm an imp, not a servant; how *dare* you think that I would be your maid!..."

Even the munching on the fruit didn't slow Nyla's chatter. She seemed to be quite practiced in talking around anything that might be in her mouth.

 

[Imajica]

Delphi

She greeted the dean, holding out her hand to shake his firm grip. He was more handsome than the tales, and she blushed under her hood. Her hawk was sitting on her shoulder, and she spoke softly to it as its beady eyes flashed in knowledge. The bird flew to the window and soared into the watery daylight. She lifted her hood and smiled shyly at the dean. She lowered her satchel to the ground and untied her cape.

"So you are Dean Edwin. I'm most please to have met you, Sir." Her voice was lilting, ringing with supressed laughter and promise. "I'm honored that you have asked me to participate in your academy."

She looked around the room a bit, noted the trinkets and bauble of various mystical tools, she imagined. And then there was the smell.... the smell of magic, and of whispers. She smiled and turned back to the Dean. "Where is my room? I'd like to clean up a bit, I think."

 

[Misery]

The perfectly shined black carriage with the perfect black leather appointments lumbered along the road. In the distance that ridiculous school her daughter was piddling around in loomed.

She jerked on the leash bringing the slumbering slave back to full wakefullness. He lifted his eyes to her belly in askance, he still needed quite a bit of training, hence his presence. She pointed to her feet and smacked him on the head. "Never look at me without permission slave." Her honeyed voice was at odds with the harsh tones.

The coachman rapped discretely on the top of the carriage, his voice carried down. "We have arrived Mistress."

"To the main building. Find Muffin then inform me."

"Yes, Mistress." The coach moved through the grounds to stop before the main administration building where the coachman had dropped Miss Muffin off so many years ago.

"Prepare me to greet my daughter slaves."

The other slave, who had been sitting silently and waiting for her attention, slid over to her and began arranging the silver buckles on her leather boots and short dress. His Mistress dressed scandalously, but she didn't care.

 

[Vivid]

Tiadornment

Tiador thought about warning her before biting the 2 week old peach on his dresser. But she popped it in her mouth before she could say anything. In fact, she did most things before he could say anything. Maybe it was her special talent. Some imps can go invisible, this one could talk non-stop. Maybe it was a show of strength. She said she wouldn't do what he asked like boil tea or anything. Maybe he had to show dominence over her be beating her in her strength -- that was it! He had to out talk her.

He'd bid his time, waiting for the opportinuity to verbally strike. What shoiuld he do in the meantime? Oh, tea. Yes.

"Oh, tea. Yes." he said get that deja vu feelingf at the words. He scrambled to fill a metal pot and re-light the brassier (or whatever it was). Only as the water started heating did he realize he was as naked as, well, as she was. His cheeks flushed.

OOC: out of town until Tuesday. Be back then

 

[KillerMuffin]

OOC: Brazier

IC: I moved sinuously with Cain, accepting him inside of me as if he'd always belonged there. To think I used to call him names and change out the ingredients in his spell containers so his spells would mess up.

"I don't know if mother will approve or not. Mother..." I pause a moment, worrying on my bottom lip, no it was Cain's bottom lip that had found its way into my mouth somehow. "Mother is known as the Mistress and she has the habit of putting men in chains and making them lick her boots. I don't want her to touch you or take you from me. I lo-, er, I lo-, um, I want to keep you."

 

[Neale]

Dean Edwin

He looked past the gatekeeper, to see a large black carriage pull up. Must be that bright young mind-witch's mother, Edwin thought to himself, don't really feel like dealing with her right now...

"Miss Delphi, if you will follow me, I'll take you to your room, then show you around a bit."

The new student followed Dean Edwin to the girl's dorm, where he directed her to put her things in a room adjacent to Muffin's. Then, they walked around the school a bit. Afterwards, he lead her to the stairway to his tower. They climbed the long stairs, and came to his chambers. His workroom was spotless; all traces of the previous night's activities had been removed.

"Sit down, my dear." Her hawk swooped in, and landed on a convenient bird-perch. He indicated a comfortable chair next to the fireplace. "While school rules do forbid students to partake of alcohol, it is my happy privilege to be able to grant permission to allow one to do so." He gestured, and a bottle of wine floated over, and poured itself into a couple of glasses which had also floated over.

When the glasses had been filled, he motioned for her to take one, as he took the other. "To your success in your study of magick, and to the pursuit of your powers!"

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Pulling away from the tender warmth of Muffin's mouth, Cain looked down into her eyes. "In the end her aproval doesn't truly matter I suppose... T'would make things so much easier though... Er... Chain's? Lick her boots? why ever for? I would never let her take me from you! I fear that she would spirit you away from me! That is my fear..." Smiling as she stammered over that one word, Cain kissed Muffin's lips once more and whispered against her open mouth. "I love you too..." He continued making love to her, slowly, so slowly, more for the enjoyment of her body than for the sake of an orgasm...

 

[Imajica]

Delphi

She accepted the glass, nonchalant about the dean showing his obvious powers with objects, thinking in her mind that only a few days ago she had mastered this type of telekinesis. But she was unshaken, she would learn, and she would conquer. She sipped from the glass, the taste of fermentation something of a glory in her mouth, on her tongue, as is slid down her throat and into her belly, making a hot trail of fire inside of her body. She listened to the dean babble on about certain protocols, rules and expectations of her while the fire in the hearth lulled her into an intoxicating stare. Dean Edwin had already filled her glass twice, she must have been thirsty from her voyage. Her eyelids started to droop, she was langorously relaxed in the wingbacked chair, the fire warming her face, and her mind was tenderly drowsy. So this was bliss...

 

[Song]

Nyla

"...oh, how nice of you; you're putting on water for tea; how did you know that I wanted tea?; I like mine strong; did you know that in the northern countries of your world they make tea with rose leaves and orange peel?; have you ever heard of something so silly?; I think that tea, from regular old tea leaves is one of the best inventions;..."

Nyla continued ranging about the room, peering into this, poking into that, examining all of the curious little things that Tiador had collected over the years.

"...except one of the *really* best inventions has to be those hot little peppermint candies that come in that little tin case; do you have any of those little candies?; I really like them; I think you're going to have to go get me some soon; I can't *believe* that you called me here and didn't even have peppermint candies ready; don't you do any sort of research on the creatures you call?..."

In her poking about the room, she came to Tiador's chest and opened the lid.

"...ooooh, what's in here; look at all of this neat stuff; are you a collector?; it's nice to have a hobby; what other sorts of things do you collect?; just picture books?; hey, what's this?; squirrel whiskers!; and this?; froggy poop!; now, those are very dangerous things for you to have; I think I'll have to keep them safe for you;..."

Nyla whisked the named items into an unseen pocket, which was indeed quite impressive, since she wasn't, in fact, wearing any clothes. She continued to poke her way about the room and finally made her way to Tiador, himself.

"...hey, aren't you supposed to be wearing clothes?; I thought that was a custom of your people; don't you get cold?; all you warm-blooded creatures get cold when you don't wear any clothes; Oh!; you must be cold-blooded!; how very odd, to be called to the earthly realm by a cold-blooded artist-wizard; do the rest of your people know you're cold blooded?; I mean, I'd think they'd do experiments and stuff on you; Oh!; that must be why you're mute--because of all the experiments that have been done on you; but, if you're cold-blooded, then you shouldn't be cold; but, if you're not cold, why is your winkle so shrunk and shriveled up right now?..."

 

[Neale]

Dean Edwin

The new student and the Dean of Students sat a while, chatting, while they sipped their wine. Slowly, what had been added to the wine took effect, and Delphi's eyes glazed over, the glass dropping from her fingers, to shatter on the cold stone floor.

Edwin made a complicated gesture in the direction of the hawk, and silvery-white bands of energy surrounded it upon its perch. The energy bands widened, and became a silvery-white sphere, which shrank to the size of a marble, which flew across the room, into the sorceror's hand.

"Silly girl... you have no idea of your potential, do you? The power you represent is breathtaking. I'd long planned to bring you here, but needed a way to ensure your power remained loyal to me. Thanks to your foolishness, I now have that power!" He stepped over to Delphi's motionless form, and cupped her chin in his hand.

"Rise," he commanded, and she did. "Yes, Miss Delphi, all your potential will now be channeled according to MY will." Edwin leaned forward, and kissed her roughly.

"Hmm... as much fun as this is, I prefer a bit more life in my conquests..." He began to cast a complex spell, chanting and waving his wand about her still form. "When you waken, Delphi, you will be quite happy to serve me. I will be your Master, and you will never be completely happy, unless you are serving me... Amongst the other students, or in front of any of them, you will behave normally, with no memory of what transpires between us in private, but when we are in private, you will eagerly want to please me."

"Now, wake up!" He snapped his fingers, and her eyes opened wide. "Are you prepared for your first lesson, Delphi? Lesson 1: many magicks can best be cast whilst sky-clad (naked to you younger readers). Remove every stitch of your clothing, please."

 

[KillerMuffin]

"Mother is a very, er, strong woman. The strongest. She scares me a little." I nuzzled into him. "She's here."

I could feel her, that feeling of Motherness that I'd never been away from until I'd come here. I furrowed my brown. Something else was going on. I tried to pinpoint it, got a flash of gloating wrongness from the Dean and slammed the feelings out.

I didn't know what scared me more, Mother or the Dean.

"Mother is looking for me."

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Halfheartedly stilling the sensual motion of his hips, Cain asked. "Should we go to greet her then?" He wished only to stay with Muffin at the moment.

 

[KillerMuffin]

"We probably could," she sighed. He deflated as if he'd been punched. "But I don't want to. Can we stay here and, um, do 'it' again?"

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Just as quickly as he deflated, his head perked back up. "Really?! We can?" He found himself asking, though his cock was still inside of her... "I mean... Um... If... If you cum... Will... Will it feel the same as the last time?" He had had sex in his past but never like with Muffin... There was always the distinction between his lover and his own body in the past... With Muffin... Through her powers as a mind mage... She could draw him into her mind... As she came... Cain doubted that any man had ever experieneced such a sensation... She had quite literally gained possesion of his mind... Though she didn't seem to know it.

 

[KillerMuffin]

"Like the last time? You mean the, the, empathic resonance? Probably, I'm not good at shielding that, I've never had practice." I wiggled around on his cock, huhming. "Can we do it again, or do you think it would be a bit, er, much?"

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

"All I know, my love, is that I have never felt something so amasing as it before in my life... Dear... If it were possible... I would wish it to be our natural state!" He breathed against her mouth as he leaned in to twirl his tongue about her's

 

[KillerMuffin]

I sucked on his tongue and my eyes crossed when his fingers started working their way south, teasing and touching. I thought about the last time, the empathic linking and the utterly explosive sensation of his orgram grappling with mine, both of them feeding each other and growing.

Hesitantly, I dropped my shielding and tentatively reached for him. My mind slipped into his while my tongue slipped into his mouth. We moaned together, both of us getting more excited exponentially.

"Oh gawwwwdddess," he groaned. Or was it me? Both of us.

 

[Vivid]

Tiadon't

Tiador looked around for any candies. He checked the dresser near his mother's brassie.... brazier, that was it!

He thought he might have some in his clothes chest but the imp was already scrounging through there. Her perk breasts jiggled slighty as her hands rummaged through his possessions.

A protest chocked in his throat when he saw the two prime spell components to send her back dissapear somewhere on her body. She was crafty. He'd have to show his strength soon. He took a deep breath and focused his mind. (Which amounted to "Out talk the imp. Out talk the imp." being repeated over and over in his head.)

He steeled himself, bolstering his strength. She took that moment to remind him he was as naked as a jay bird and that he wasn't looking his proudest. He flushed at the thought, all stength and momentum lost.

The redness in his cheeks spread over his body and down to his ummm.... 'winkle'.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Cain could feel Muffin's thoughts and feelings swirling about in his own mind. It was one thing to be told how wonderful a lover you are, another entirely to actually experience what you conjure up within your lover. The motion of Cain's hips sparked to life, and his cock penetrated her over and over again, his fingers sought her clit as he groaned from wave after wave of carnal pleasure he churned to life between them, the back tide of her sendings reducing him to needing murmurs with every push of his hips.

 

[Song]

Nyla

"...now, a *demon* winkle, *that's* something to see; some of them are more than a foot long;those, I don't let near me, no sir; you know the saying about 'size doesn't matter, it's what you do with it?'; well, buster, it *does* matter when those seven and eight foot tall demons come near you with their fifteen-inch winkles; no thanks; now, the prehensile ones--those I like; I'll even make exceptions about my no-more-than-twelve-inch rule if it's prehensile..."

Nyla continued poking about--this time on Tiador's body.

"...yours isn't prehensile, is it?; I mean, I've never heard of a cold-blooded mammal with a prehensile winkle; I've heard of that capybara thing, though, with a winkle that rolls up and rolls out; now *that* would be interesting and ticklish; do you think you could get yours to roll up and roll out if you tried?; that might be fun, if you could get it to do that..."

Nyla seemed intent on the idea of Tiador's "winkle" rolling up and rolling out, and she started trying to physically make it do so.

 

[Ravenloft]

OOC: Woah! Nyla is fucking COOL! Hoo doggy! go demon girl! Heheh!

 

[Vivid]

TiaDOH!!

"Woah... hey.... there!" He exclaimed as she swatted his modest hands away and began rolling Mr. Wonderful like she was coiling a rope. "That's handle with care thing there, Nielah," he said cradling his mistreated winkle in his hand.

The attention of her soft, small fingers had an affect. Tiador felt himself firming within his hand. Twelve inches? By the gods. He couldn't imagine her lithe form taking... Scratch that... yes he could. The image made him grow firmer still.

Prehensile? Maybe there was a spell..... The thoughts gave way to lewd wrestling competitions and other contests of strength. He heard of competitions to carry full mugs of ale across a room without hands. What an advantage a prehensile tentacle would be! And to be able to swing from trees! Oh that would be.... or trees with tentacles, He recalled a fantasy where a plant with many tentacles had gotten hold of a young girl...

He realized his thoughts had taken on a quality of the imp's voice to them. He also realized that his Mr. Wonderful was doing a fair imitation of granite. No way to hide it with his hand. No way of mistaking it for cold blooded, either.

He looked to her, again. Embarassment and hunger mixed freely in his eyes.