Summoned from the underworld.

[Imajica]

Deplhi and her Hawk

She leaned back and kneeled between the dean's thighs. she automatically put out her arm, and the bird screeched as it landed on her forearm. Delphi felt the bird's talons pierce her skin, the claws gripping her tender flesh, blood trickling down. The hawk's eyes glowed a furious orange and it seemed to be fading, feathers were shedding, claws were receding, and it's eyes were being swallowed up in a mass of fog, smoke, myst....

 

[bluntforcemama]

Alyn

Fog, smoke.... Myst.....

The essence of the imp seeped into the open wounds from the hawk, and as the bird withered, Alyn's spirit returned. Her body reverted to the imp, not to Delphi, not to her previous form. But this time, she was taller, a normal human size, her elfin features remained, but she was flush with ripe curves and a height of five and a half feet tall. She straightened as the last of the hawk, her impish memory and essence, swirled around her face, and finally into her open mouth.

The imp known as Alyn had never been transported back to Hell, she had only been sent somewhere else. Delphi was the decoy, and the designated body, and now Alyn's plan was in full swing.

 

[Song]

Nyla

"...oooooh, this feels nice; is this the ritual?; I like rituals like this; this is almost as nice as my favorite Demon, Fred; are you sure you're not prehensile?; that's okay, I like this, anyway..."

Nyla gleefully bounced herself up and down, up and down, up and down on Tiador's manhood. She was giggling furiously, (somehow, in between words), and had a look of pure glee on her face.

"...why didn't you start the ritual sooner?; I could go on like this for hours; oh, no, you humans can't go that long, can you?; demons are nice, because they don't get all droopy afterward; are you *sure* you're not prehensile?..."

 

[KillerMuffin]

I smiled widely. Trust Cain to come up with a solution. A solution to what, I hadn't exactly figured out, but it was a solution to something. Of that I was sure.

"I wonder what Tiador is up to? Maybe he's trying to solve his impotence problem," I said reflectively, taking Cain's hand and going with him toward the dorms.

Cain laughed and gave me a light kiss on the forehead. He looked so incredibly sexy with royal blue hair. I should feel bad for that, but I didn't.

 

[Vivid]

Tia-ador

She-e'd be surpri-ised at how lo-ong I've gone o-on. Tiador mused, his thoughts hiccuping with each of the marvelous bounces that forced himself further into the imp. I-I've let some o-of my... pe-ersonal spells go-o on for e-entire afternoo-oons. He recalled happily.

Niellha was tight and enclosed his shaft with such heat and closeness, like an iron grip from a velvet-gauntletted hand of an amazonian mistress who takes turns being tied to the bed and tortured erotically with implements of horrid softness and maddening slickness.

The breeze broke the fantasy he had been forming. He opened his eyes to see her butterfly wings beating in small, rapid strokes. Not enough to catch air but the fluttering wind spread over him, cooling and wafting the scent of their union around the room.

He saw her face the picture of contentment and joy as she bounced oh so vigorously. She was still talking. Of course.

He reached down to the joining of the Tunnel of ... whatever he said earlier... with the... other thingy. his fingers started exploring, grasping, pinching, and prodding for the sensitive areas on her body. He'd read about them.

 

[Song]

Nyla

"...what's next in the ritual?; is there more?; this ritual is funny--it's almost like sex; oooooohhh!; you're touching me!; is that the next part?; that feels niiiiice; you're a lot more gentle than a demon is; I think I like you being gentle like that; are you *sure* you're not prehensile?; oh, well, that's okay; do you think..."

And then, another of the rare, blessed, special, unsurpassable moments of silence. Nyla's face took on a look of pure concentration. She paused in her movement for a moment. Everything was still. Suddenly, Nyla's muscles spasmed tightly around Tiador's member, pulsing, squeezing as tightly as...well, as tightly as something that squeezes really, really hard, repetitively.

"...OOoooh!; do it again; do it again; do it again..."

 

[Vivid]

Tiadoingitagain

He expected more grunting or moaning or something. But she just... stopped, and was quiet. He felt her constricting around him and her wings beat even more quickly.

He noticed the leather straps and knew what he wanted to try.

"Okay, the more advanced ritual will involve paying homage to.... ummm... some god or another. Anyway it involves you kneeling on the bed. Umm... please." He wasn't sure if Powerful Wizards said 'please' - it couldn't hurt.

Withdrawing from her was almost painful and the cool air was a shock to his damp member. But there was no loss of the raging hardness. They manuevered so she was kneeling facing the headboard; she was awfully compliant.

Tiador heard her draw a breath in to speak. Oh gods, no. He grabbed the enchanted restraints and flung them toward her. "Don't be alarmed." he said quickly. The magical leather sought out her wrists and forced her to double over. They secured to the posts of his bed. She was talking again but her words muffled themselves in the pillow.

Her knees had drawn apart as her torso bent, magnified by her large butterfly wings bending with her. Tiador marvelled that it worked. He had a naked imp bound to his bed. He climbed onto the bed behind her. He twitched to see her open as she was. He brought his face close and tentatively licked at her opening. The taste was just as he remembered it. He liked the musky saltiness. He put his hands on her small hips. Her pillowed words grew more excited. He took this as a good sign. He wondered if he should remind her to turn her head but decided against it. People felt better when they figured things out on their own.

He moved closer to her exposed, open sex and stroked it with the Eternal Hardness Shaft. Gods, it felt good. He eased himself in to the tight opening and slowly drew in and out. Picking up speed as he went.

 

[Song]

Nyla

Nyla clapped her hands together in joy.

"...oooh, you mean there's more?; that's not all?; we get to do something else?; I didn't know that Powerful Wizards were so polite; does it matter if I kneel on the blankets or on the pillow; oh, I guess not; hey, you're tying up my hands; oh, that's kind of fun..."

Nyla's words were, indeed, muffled in the pillow, but a careful listener would have been able to make them out, nonetheless.

"...oooh, hey, that tickles; did you just lick me?; you can do that again, if you want to; you know, this ritual *really* is an awful lot like sex; oooh, you're not as big as a demon, but I think I like it anyway; do you want me to squeeze you?; I can, if you want..."

Nyla's muscles again tightened rhythmically around Tiador. She timed her squeezes so that she relaxed when he thrust in, and gripped snugly as he pulled out. He went faster and faster, but she was still able to keep up the rhythm.

"...see, isn't that nice; do you like it?; it kinda feels good to me when I do that, too; what's next in the..."

And, again, another moment of precious, wonderful, unbelievable silence, followed by the vise-like pulsing of Nyla's muscles around Tiador's shaft.

 

[Vivid]

Ti....Ti.... Mmph

The wind rushed past his ears as her wings fluttered right in front of him.

Most of his attention went to the expert milking that the imp somehow managed to do deep inside of her. The pressure in him rose quickly. He heard her words stop and felt the rhythmic spasms massaging along his shaft. That sent him over the edge. The blood pounded in his ears in time to the beating of her wings. His body was ready for this one, it had worked for this one. It didn't have the unexpected, pain quality of a Muffgasm.

He could feel the silly grin on his face at the thought of having sex with a live woma... creat... ummm... being for the first time. And he didn't have to use his magic to.. Oh wait, never mind.

Just then, a knock sounded from his door.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Cain had been the one to knock, but he nudged Muffin forward, surly her asking about the books would have a better effect then him asking... After all... She had given him an orgasm... Well... In a way... "Ask if he has any books about... Telekinetice forces..." Just the thought of what Tiador would have done with such magic made Cain shiver a little.

 

[Vivid]

Tiadoorman

Tiador jumped. So much for afterglow, he thought sullenly as he scrambled to get on his robe. He grabbed a sheet and and tried to toss it over the bent, kneeling form of the imp but it was big enough to cover the soft butterfly wings protruding from her back.

It'll have to do, he sighed. "Now this is the quiet part of the ritual where we reflect on what we just did," he whispered to Niellha hoping she understood.

Yeah, he could pull this off, just a boy and his oddly-shaped, lumpy, winged pillow, that's all this was. Completely normal. Yup.

He scrambled for the door, took a moment to calm himself, then scrambled for the door again, calmly this time. He cracked the door wide enough for him to poke his head out. Muffin was in the hall, with Cain behind her.

"Why yes. Muffin and Cain, Cain and Muffin. Looky here. Ummm... Hello?"

Muffin narrowed her eyes and sniffed suspiciously. Now what was that all about?


[Edited by Vivid on 05-11-2001 at 09:42 AM]

 

[bluntforcemama]

Alyn

She stretched her body, letting the energy sink in, and the groaned as if awakening from a deep sleep. She looked down at her body, surprised to see that she had a relatively human form, not the usual imp body, but then that's what happened when imps covetted a human's seed. She stared at her former body on the floor, the dean.

She waved her hands a bit, letting his form take over again, his true, male form. She had developed such an affection for him that she couldn't see the sense in keeping him trapped in a body that wasn't his own.

 

[KillerMuffin]

I sniffed suspiciously. "I thought you had an impotency problem?" I blurted without thinking. "You smell just like Cain does after we've, ahhhh, you know."

Tiador looked distinctly uncomfortable. I tried to peer into his room, but he blocked entrance with his body.

"We're wondering if you might have some books, on, er, um," I paused, helplessly looking at Cain, "illicit magics."

Tidador turned a bright, flaming red. For a moment, I thought he was going to slam the door in my face. Instead, he hazarded a soft, "What kind of illicit magics?"

"Psionics," I whispered. "A, um, friend, might be, um, exhibiting some signs of, um, psionics."

Cain snorted and rolled his eyes. It's not like Tiador didn't already know that I was the one doing it.

 

[Song]

Nyla

OOC: (I'm afraid I'm a bit confused--is Myst in the female body, or the male one? And so which "identity" was pushed aside? The dean's, or the student's?)

"...oooh, goody, someone's at the door!; maybe it's one of your wizard friends!; I'd like to meet some of your friends; are they mute, too?; we could play a lovely game of charades; hey, I'm tied up, here, Mr. Wizard Boy; how am I supposed to go meet your friends if I'm tied up?..."

Nyla had tried to jump up and go to the door, before she remembered the wrist straps. She wiggled and squiggled, and she even did a little sommersault on the bed, trying to get out of the straps. Tiador's ever so carefully placed sheet was borne aloft by the breeze from her wings. It came dangerously close to landing on his head as he stood at the door.

"...um, excuse me, Mr. Wizard Boy!; didn't you forget a little something?; oh, well, that's okay, I guess I'll just have to talk louder so that they can hear me all the way over by the door; hello, person or persons at the door!..."

Nyla said this last in a voice that would have woken a slumbering pine tree.

"...please come in; I'd love to meet you; why are you just waiting outside?; I'm in here, silly person or persons; I can't see you if you stay outside..."

 

[KillerMuffin]

"Silly persons?" I was incensed. I was definately NOT silly. Not even the most geniunely close to remotely silly. Nope, not I! "Why are you calling us silly persons Tiador?"

I could almost hear Cain rolling his eyes. I smacked myself, I should have known, felt the other's presence. I sniffed at it mentally. It rather felt like the original one that Cain had summoned.

"Tiador! What have you done?" I cried out. Cain shoved the door open, pushing the skinnier Tiador out of the way. I paused a moment, to sigh dreamily over his blue-haired magnificence.

It was a good thing I wasn't given to infatuated behavior. I'd never come up with those stupid cow eyes and even dumber phrases.

Cain pushed me into the room, closing the door behind us with a solid thump.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Giving the naked imp a once over, Cain turned to Tiador. "You just couldn't resist could you?" He chided. "We're here for any books you might have one Psionics, Muffin's continued schooling here at Unseen U. might just depend on it Tiador..." Cain stated with a straight face, talking over the imp that seemed to talk nonstop. He stood supportively behind Muffin, he wanted to embrace her but he knew what that would lead to. And this wasn't the time for that... He did so hope it would be soon though...

 

[KillerMuffin]

I leaned against Cain and unconciously rubbed my back against his front.

"Tiador..." I sighed. "Another one of those things? But why? To solve your impotence problem?"

Cain's hands came to my shoulders, kneading the supple muscles gently. I rubbed my cheek against his tunic and smiled.

 

[Song]

Nyla

"...oooh, how exciting!; two visitors!; how nice of you to come and see me; I would come over there to meet you, but *someone* tied me up, for reasons which I cannot understand; I thought we were having such a nice time, he was giving me candies, and then, before I knew it, he tied me up!; would you like some tea or fruit?; there's some on the table, you know..."

Nyla tried to turn to face the two newcomers. Unfortunately, with her wrists still tied to the bedposts, she couldn't quite manage it. She went through a number of interesting positions, however.

"...hey, why is your hair blue?; is it really cold where you come from?; or are you one of those rebellious-artist-wizards?; oh, you want books?; Mr. Wizard Boy has lots of books; he keeps them under his pillow; see?..."

Nyla dug under the pillow, pulled out the "Book of Demonic Bindings" (the one with really nice pictures), and tried to hand it to Cain.

"...you have an impotence problem, Mr. Wizard Man?; you need to study harder in your alchemy classes, then, if your potions aren't potent enough; it's really not that difficult..."

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Mostly distracted by Muffin's curvacious back against his rough front, Cain looked up. "What? Huh? Blue hair... Oh yes... Blue hair... Uh..." By the time he had said this, the imp had cruised past about fifteen other topics, and finally tossed the book she'd dug from under the pillow toward his feet. Cain bent down to pick it up only to knock heads with a frantic Tiador, in an attempt to snatch up and hide the book no doubt. Cain stepped back, rubbing the top of his head with a squinty eye.

 

[KillerMuffin]

Cain and Tiador scrabbled for the book, instinctively, I joined in. Years of being a snotty bully served me well. I ground my heel on Cain's toe and shoved Tiador onto his butt. Swiping the book, I backed away from them.

"Wait a minute," I said, frowning. "I don't want this."

I handed it to Cain who didn't look really pleased with me. Tiador opened his mouth to say something, but the never-silent imp ran right over him, excited about the book and something about an Enchanted Staff of Super Hardness and Rituals, or something.

Cain looked at the upraised rump, wet sex, and Tiador's not quite on trousers and reached the conclusion before I could. I picked it out of his brain and blushed beet red. They had been fucking.

"You two were," my voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, "fucking? You summoned a thing just to fuck?"

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Wincing a little as he stepped back, opening the book about imp binding, cain shook his head. "You know, i've heard that imp babies just sorta *poof* appear out of thin air..." He took on a fatherly tone, which didn't really suite him all that well. "Did you use... Protection Tiador." Even though he said it in a fatherly manner, he was fighing to keep from blushing himself. Then Muff up and blurted what he was thinking.

 

[KillerMuffin]

Cain's eyes lingered momentarily on the imp's upturned rump and the slick sex nestled beneath her butt cheeks. I wouldn't have noticed it at all, except for the impossible to miss thought he bellowed.

Woah, nice ass. Look at that pussy. No, that came through loud and clear. I glared at Cain. Nice ass and pussy, huh? Unholy anger roared through me, cutting out whatever else Cain thought to think.

Ass and pussy, humph. I glared at the imp, this was all her fault. Wiggling my fingers importantly, I haughtily cast the Send the Imp to the Principal's Office spell. There was no way I'd get this one wrong. I'd seen it done and had it performed on me literally hundreds of times.

It bounced off of her and slammed straight into both Tiador and Cain. The room shook, brimstone fill the air, and a choked on the sudden reek of fresh honeysuckle.

Something hee-hawed.

Something else meowed.

"Oh my gawdess!" I bellowed, "I turned them into an ass and a pussy!"

"Get this donkey off of me!" Tiador bellowed back.

Cain coughed, waving the smoke out of the way.

"Silly wizard girl..." the imp chattered.

Tiador was wearing an ass. That's to say, Tiador was on his knees, a blithe looking donkey sprawled on his back comfortably.

I gawked at Cain. The cat that was clinging to his middle, hissed and took off. My jaw dropped. So the hair on his head wasn't the only hair to turn a really pretty royal blue...

 

[Song]

Nyla

"...oooh, you guys are gonna wrestle now?; do you have any oil?; it's always more fun when you're covered in oil; and you need to take your clothes off, first, don't you?..."

Nyla was giggling and (unsuccessfully) trying to clap. The wrist ties allowed her hands to almost-but-not-quite reach each other.

"...uh, oh, someone said a not-very-ladylike word; didn't your mother teach you not to say words like that?; besides, we *weren't*...what you said; we were having a *ritual*!; would you two like to join us?; it's really a very fun ritual, as far as those things go..."

Nyla was still attempting to turn to face the visitors. She managed to get flipped over onto her back, with her legs up in the air, her head hanging upside down off the edge of the bed.

"...silly Wizard Girl; why did you go and summon animals?; they're not part of the ritual, are they?; I don't think that would be very nice; oh, goodie--now you boys are naked; take off your clothes, too, Miss Wizard Girl, and put on some oil, so you can wrestle; oh, would *SOMEONE* please untie me now?..."

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

A little nervous from her last spell, naked or not, Cain had to make a pre-emptive strike at Muffin casting any more spells. He marched up to her, placed his hands in her hair and drew her into a hot, wet kiss. He always thought about how wonderful she was when he did that after all.

Everything was going so fast that he wasn't sure if she was grabbing at his chest or beating on it. He finally broke the kiss, looked down, letting the fact that her spell had transmuted their cloths into animals sink in, then quickly snatched at Tiador's bed sheets, only to find himself in a game of tug o war with Tiador himself for the sheets to cover themselves. Cain yanked, bringing Tiador off balance, then Tiador yanked back, jerking cain forward.

 

[Vivid]

Tiador

OOC: Oh my.

It was dream. It had to be. Cain and Muffin didn't really push their way into his room, see the imp, get his book on demonic bindings, and change Cain's and his clothing into a cat and donkey respectively. It was a post-sex blissful dream. Except his head still hurt where it bumped Cain's, Niellha was still talking, Cain wanted *his* blanket, Muffin wasn't orgasming, the cat didn't look too pleased to be there, and the donkey was... "Woah hey, there!"

Tiador let his end of the sheet go and scrambled out from under the donkey. He shot the obviously male creature an accusatory scowl. It looked up innocently.

A loud crash anounced that Cain, with the force of his mighty tug, had stumbled back into a dresser and fallen on his bare ass. Wow, Muffin's 'blue-hair' spell was thorough. Tiadore shoot off the thought and averted his eyes. Well, at least Cain had a sheet.

Rubbing his buttocks, Tiador went and got a long shirt from his trunk and quickly donned it.

"Re'Dlite!" The leather bonds unwound from the imp. Protection? he tried not to think on it. He wrapped the remaining bedsheet around her. Cain was wrapping himself with the sheet.

"Niellha, this is Cain and Muffin. We'll continue the, umm, ritual later. Cain, Muffin, I can explain." He looked from the imp, to the two visitors. "Okay, no I can't." An idea struck. "Wait, yes I can. I was trying to get Alyn and this one arrived instead. Wait, okay, that's not much of an explanation. But wait, I was making sure our spell to send Alyn back worked, and, obviously, if this imp came, I mean arrived then obviously the spell didn't and Alyn is still in our world somewhere. And at least I didn't try to bind this imp, err... as a familiar, I mean." Even the imp paused to admire the speed with which the words streamed from his mouth.

[Edited by Vivid on 05-11-2001 at 01:42 PM]