The world was spinning; he felt his knees hit the ground and his body slump over, catching himself with his hands on the floor. On all fours now, he felt a surge of pleasure rise up from within. He felt hot and trembly, his mouth gasping as if he cked air, but in truth he might’ve, he couldn’t feel his body as his own; he only felt the warmth inside him, saw the blurry images that his half-lidded eyes took in and smelled the sweet scent that was making him clench his jaw and grind his teeth, he was too fucking horny.
His mind fshed images he didn’t want to think about, cleavages and short skirts, long legs and thick thighs, big asses and soft skins, hips, stomachs, back of necks, lips and breasts, he remembered times of his life, seeing Alyska’s breasts bounce on the train, Dashiell’s voice, that time he went to the river with his family and it turned out a fair was passing by, seeing so many unknown women bathing and one winking at him before his mother dragged him away, the countless drunken women he had to help when he was growing up, who hugged him, praised him and flirted in their state, his sister's friends who he always saw growing up, his first kiss-
He felt his body stiff with the thought of his first kiss, all the turmoil came back, the feelings he had to process and the emotions conflicting with his actual state, he felt like everything he wanted was to finish right then and there, but he stopped, he refused to ever find pleasure with that memory, not with that kiss, it brought too much trouble already. He felt his body stiffen, his legs giving in and slouching over, he again had control of them, he clenched his fist and held on. After a couple excruciating seconds, he felt as his climax went back in so to speak. He panted relieved, pressing his palms on the ground and seeing his knuckles un-whiten, he pressed his knee below him to incorporate, the outside noise came back into his ears, and as he started hearing groans, pleasured curses, and the voice of the professor yelling and calling for guards, as he processed this, his hand came in contact with a liquid that felt warm and sticky, when he understood what the white goop was, he jolted up and straightened himself, wiping his hand on a nearby wall.
He took in the scenery, Professor Petyr, yelling at armored guards (the same armor he saw when meeting Kreaspell) to go up the stairs to catch the scoundrels and other orders, the guards marching upwards and their armor cnking. The floor was full of… people releasing, some kneeling and some fallen over, the floor filling up with… man essence as they groaned and moaned. Some had eyes clouded, others mouth hanging, even the older man was biting his lips as his release stained his pants, Luca grabbed his suitcase and bag, which he dropped, covering his nose and retrieving them before they got stained, the smell was nauseating and penetrating, and the scene was mortifying.
“-And get some godsdamned cleaners in here please?! Tell them they’ll get an extra in their next sary if they don’t compin and don’t talk about it.” The professor passed Luca as he stood to the side, furious and putting his hat on again, stomping over the way they came, Luca didn’t know what to do, so he followed him as he mumbled angry. “Overgrown brats, ‘bout as mannered as a troll in an orgy, bright as a blown-out candle bunch of fuckers, if they had a hair of sense for as much as their stuck-up brown-nosed parents had money they w-” As he mumbled he turned to look at Luca, who stopped following and met his gaze, the professor’s face changed from one of anger to one of confusion, he just looked at him, after a long seconds of silence, the professor spoke, his voice incredulous. “You uh… you can take a break boy, no rush, breathe out the prank, you are still red in the face.” Luca touched his cheek, feeling it indeed hot; he noticed he was still horny, swallowing hard and taking a deep breath, he tried to calm down.
“I-I’m fine sir… I assume the tour is ending?” The professor ignored his words.
“S-Seriously boy, they are all taking a breather, basking in the afterglow if you will… You don’t wanna clean yourself?” He talked gently, clearly sympathizing with the situation, even if Luca wasn’t on it.
“N-Nothing to clean sir…” He wanted to say more, but he didn’t find the words so he just shrugged. “I-I’ve must have… gotten less of the dust.”
“Even though it fell more on the back huh?” He now seemed skeptical looking him up and down, but he brushed it off shaking his head. “Nevermind, stamina or luck be damned, at least you are fine, c’mon.” He nudged towards the main hall before turning back. “And uh… move it to the side maybe kid, you still have more to see of the pce so unpitch the tent.” Luca looked down and got even redder, he turned around to move his member upwards, while his loose t-shirt covered it, he was painfully aware of how hard it really was. He gnced back and saw the professor walking towards the starting point, so he rushed over to follow him, keeping his briefcase in front to cover his manhood, which caused him pain.
They walked hurriedly towards the main hall, once there the professor leaned against the railing and signaled Luca to settle down, so he sat on the first step and tried to control his breathing, somehow it was more difficult than it was when he was scared, he pressed his knees together, pced his briefcase and bag on his p and grabbed his fist, letting his head hang.
“So, walk me through this kid.” After a few minutes of silence the professor broke the ice, Luca gnced at him, his head still hanging. “... you have to sit down to go up on a ptform that moves up and down, but can resist climax after breathing in a barrel of succubus dust, is that right?”
“I-I guess…” He dusted off his shoulder, only to notice he didn’t have any dust on him. “W-Wher-”
“Succubus produce that dust, their inherent magic aura turns into dust particles that get breathed in and get the victim—what’s the word.” He snapped his fingers when the word came to him. “Horny as a bull in heat. Anyway, things magical, so once it gets near you, inhaled and all, it gives you the effect and disappears, and if it doesn't get inhaled and can’t do its thing it disappears anyway unless stored correctly.” Luca nodded understanding.
“... right…”
“So, any idea how you got through that?” Luca just shrugged and the professor groaned. “Figures…” They stayed in silence until the sound of walking echoed through the hall the other group left from, the professor snapped his fingers. “Stand up boy, be proper, oh, and try to breathe through your nose as little as possible… and cover the snake will ya?” Luca didn’t quite understand what he meant by the nose breathing thing, but he probably knew better in this case, seemed like he was used to pranks; he stood up straight and grabbed his briefcase handle with both hands, pcing it to the front of his slowly-softening member, painfully slowly.
Through the hall appeared the sight of the director, followed by the completely silent crowd of women behind her. Luca’s face shot to the right, looking directly at the dungeon’s map, the sight of the group proved to be harder to resist than he thought, the director’s pushed-forward-by-dress bust was not helping with the softening, Luca rarely felt embarrassed, but this time seemed to be a reasonable exception. The director raised a hand and the crowd behind her stopped. She approached the professor, who didn’t get away from his position and was therefore still near Luca, the director didn’t whisper but she did talk quieter.
“What was it this time Liam? What could they possibly do to make the head maid not want to speak about it, especially after the clothes-eating slimes from st year?!” Her face twisted only slightly into anger while she spoke, keeping a stoic mask the rest of the time; it took actual strength out of Luca to keep gazing at the dungeon painting and not at her while they spoke.
“Barrel of succubus dust, from the top of the staircase to the library.” He did whisper; her sigh could probably be heard from all the way in Dryleave.
“Liam, why did security not see-”
“I don’t know miss, but for whatever reason, they didn't, and now the floor of the library tower is covered in…” He gnced at the crowd and got close to whisper even more “Man spunk…” She scrunched her nose in disgust, then pinched the bridge of it and breathed deep.
“Right… The image of men writhing and ejacuting could be taken less seriously, maybe even seen as comical, so they won’t be expelled from the no spells rule, and they hope that the comedy will help them avoid a sexual abuse compint like the one from the slimes.” She closed her eyes and stood properly again, smoothing out her dress. “Right, find who they are and send them to me tomorrow one by one.” Luca gnced back, only to meet gazes with the director, to which he responded by looking down, embarrassed. The professor noticed where she was looking and crified.
“He uuh, resisted the effects somehow, he also doesn’t know how.” He shrugged. “But hey, at least one of them doesn’t need a cigarette.” He chuckled at his own joke, Luca would have done so too, but he felt her gaze still on him. When he got no reaction, the professor adjusted his pants. “Aaaaanywho, I’ll go help organize and clean the mess, I imagine I'll send someone to take care of him?” He pointed at Luca with his thumb.
"No,” she responded, squinting at Luca. “He’ll go with my group, we only have the dormitories to check since they’ve closed the training room hallway.” One of the girls heard this and groaned but a quick gnce of the director cut the groan in half.
“Um… you sure director? He did just get hit by-”
“And he resisted, didn't he?” She finally stopped looking at him, focusing on the professor, Luca breathed, he didn't realize he was holding his breath. “Besides, if he embarrassed himself he’ll lose the ego he probably gained from not succumbing to the prank, you know how young men are.” The professor breathed deep, exhaling through his mouth.
“As you wish ma’am.” He tipped his hat to her and then to the crowd. “If you’ll excuse me then.” He turned back and walked away.
“I liked the cigarette joke.” Luca mumbled as he walked by him, the professor looked at him and did a finger gun, clicking his tongue and smiling, at least the professor liked him, the director clearly didn’t. He knew because when he turned around, she was directly in front of him, luckily he was already looking up, so he met gazes with her eyes and not the alternative, she was taller than him, even more with the hairstyle.
“Luca, I know who you are, and I know what just happened to you, but I hope that you understand that any depraved or inappropriate act you commit to the crowd will earn you an immediate expulsion, furthermore,” while the director warned him of what would happen if he took any advantage of any women in the crowd, Luca gnced at said crowd; the group was more race-diverse than his was. In the front he saw Alyska, who he locked eyes with, she smiled and waved at him discreetly. He turned away and looked back at the director, feeling the warmth come back and focusing on flexing his arm muscles to redirect the blood flow, he had heard that helped. “which will irrigate the few crops and leave it to a third crisis, the final nail in the coffin of your countryside little town, understood?” He nodded nervously, then realized something.
“W-what do you mean y-you kn-”
“Girls! We will now continue the final part of the tour, we are all adults; I assume a man with you won’t cause a problem?” She seemed to gnce at someone specifically, but he wouldn’t risk seeing Alyska again so he didn't look; he was like a barrel of powder, and little sparks were igniting too close. After hearing no response, she nodded solemnly. “Good, now let’s go, I’ll show you to your quarters.”
She began walking to the front doors, perfect posture while doing so, her strange hair not bobbing at all, when she did the group began following her, so Luca hurried and followed her as well. Looking down he had finally calmed down again, so he sighed a sigh of relief and joined the crowd, the second he smelled the scent of the women, (which made him feel how he assumed people felt when they did hard drugs), he started breathing through his mouth discreetly. He hadn’t felt so embarrassed in ages, but if he was going to keep his nut in, he had to breathe in this manner like the professor recommended him, he acted tired to try and py it off as a pant.
As they walked through the main hall, Luca couldn’t shake off his embarrassment, the smell of women would make him climax? Who had heard of such a thing, and it wasn’t like he could just expin himself; well he could, but even then, he would be the guy who creamed his pants when just walking near a group of women, he couldn’t have it, so he kept his gaze looking forward, took deep, silent breaths and walked along, determined to not fall for the effects of the dust.
He felt a softness rub against his hand, and when it was being grabbed, he could feel the warmth of the other hand and the grip around his own. Luca side-eyed Alyska, who he now knew was the handgrabber, not too difficult to assume.
“Hey… you okay? What happened? They didn’t let u-” She whispered as she leaned towards him, their shoulders bumping, Luca felt his blood starting to focus on his manhood; he quickly shook her hand off and walked forward as much as the group of people around him allowed him to. “L-Luca?” She whispered once again, moving forward to meet his pace, but he didn’t respond.
He continued in silence with the rest of the group until they reached the outside, the director walked towards the lifting ptform and put her hand on top of a small pedestal with a button on the top, then looked back and waited for everyone to get on, finally she pressed the button and the ptform started descending.
“...” Alyska stood next to Luca and inched her hand near his, when he put his in his pocket, she looked at him worried. “W-what… don’t you need help with the…”
“I-I’m fine alright?” He didn’t want to sound too brash but he had to be convincing and concise. “I just need to… not be touched for a minute…”
“Oh yeah… okay.” She sounded sad, probably because she felt like she had been helping him all this time and suddenly he just refused her out of nowhere. Luca recalled her saying she didn’t have many friends and was afraid of messing it up somehow, which he found retable and understood that, right now, she was worried she did something wrong.
“... b-besides,” He leaned to the side despite his fear and whispered. “Someone was kind enough to show me that these ptforms are smooth as butter.” He heard her sigh in relief.
“Got it…” He hoped she had realized he didn’t start disliking her out of the blue. “But you are okay?”
“I will be, I just need a couple minutes.” He also needed her and everyone to not look down. “I’ll tell you what happened ter… Aly.” He tested the nickname he accidentally gave her earlier in the afternoon once more.
“Okay, cool.” He could hear her smile, so he decided to keep using her nickname. Once again, he was free to focus on the feeling he needed to disappear, so he did, controlling his breathing as the ptform arrived at the ground.
The director walked them to the southern entrance of the inner walls, while they walked Luca felt like he was finally getting it under control, however he was aware this wasn’t just something that passes normally, so he took a deep breath and moved to the back, smiling at Alyska so she didn’t suspect anything, there he finally started breathing through his nose again, looking around, his vision focusing better, he noticed the sky was orange. The southern inner walls entrance seemed to be bigger than the western one, and once inside, the director stopped and turned around, facing away from the city, view of which seemed majestic.
“Very well, to your sides in this pce you’ll notice the hallways.” Looking to the sides it was true, Luca didn’t notice in the western entrance, but the walls were pushed inwards, with a door roughly 7 feet tall and plenty wide on them, both right now closed. “The ones to my left lead to your quarters, while the ones to my right-”
“Lead to the student's dorms, we know Director Caushmar!” The voice that interrupted was clearly annoyed, looking over the crowd Luca saw it belonged to a blond woman, though he couldn’t see many more details. “We’ve been told this since the first day of university, must we repeat the obvious even now?! I’m exhausted! I’ve been traveling almost a week and-”
“Maybe it ain’t obvious to all of us dipshit!” Another voice broke out, less annoyed and more angry at the first one, however, this time Luca could clearly see who it belonged to—a Draconian-person or Dracon. “If you didn’t treat this all as obvious, you’d have realized that not everyone here was in uni! Although you might have not been able to see it.” She chuckled, “You probably just see your own guts, having your head so FAR UP YOUR OWN ASS and all!” The dracon was tall, with white scales and a tall neck; her head with scales and spikes that went backwards had a short snout that ended ft and eyes of bright orange, she walked through the crowd towards the other voice.
“Enough, we are almost at the end, so now I’ll-” The director tried to control the situation, but the first voice spoke out again.
“I did realize thank you very much!” The blonde hair moved forward, pushing people away and making it so others had to back up. Luca moved forward slightly to look at the repyer. “I just considered that if they weren’t trained, they wouldn’t be qualified enough for the guild! Although I suppose even among those that did study in Zenith there still are some…” She let her sentence drag out, smirking at the dracon dy, “unprepared.” The second elf Luca saw in his life was much less tale-like than the first; she had the same long ears and her hair also looked like silk, but it was a bright blonde and it was in a braid that rested on her shoulder, her features were rougher than Dashiell’s (though velvet seemed rougher than Dashiell’s features.), she had dark green eyes and fwless pale skin, right now she stood leaned forward mockingly, looking angry at the Dracon as she got near.
“And what’s that supposed to mean, pipsqueak?” The dracon towered over her, the elf dy stood straight with her hands on her hips, while the dracon’s fists were closed to her sides. “What are you implying…”
"Oh, nothing, just that maybe,” she shrugged with her eyes closed. “If someone spent more time focusing on her csses, and less stuffing her throat with whoever she could find…” She smiled at her squinting. “She wouldn’t have ended the st of her css.” The Dracon’s eyes were fully open, she exhaled and a white mist that sparkled with the lights of the mps in the entrance, she started moving her arms before the director’s voice grabbed everyone’s attention.
“THAT’S ENOUGH!” A thunder surrounded the vicinity, Luca had his luggage still, but he covered the ear he could with his one free hand, as apparently most people did; looking outside the sky was still clear however. “Miss Foraise1forr-ays and Miss Hail-Bringer, I assumed you both would have matured over the st year but apparently I was wrong.” She approached and turned to the Elf, disappointment obvious, looking down at her. “Eleandra2e-lean-dra, I would imagine a woman of your aptitudes would be better at enduring tiredness.” She leaned forward to meet her gaze face to face, Eleandra looked down. “I didn’t imagine a measly week of luxury travel would be enough to make you interrupt me and throw a tantrum like a child.” She retreated and left the elf looking embarrassed at the ground.
She then turned to face the dracon, who, unlike the elf, was taller than the director; the peculiar hairstyle of the tter reaching only the chin of the former, the now-named dracon Hail-bringer, looked defiantly at the woman.
“And you” This time she sounded less disappointed and more disdainful. “I can’t say I’m surprised you are already up for trouble, young dy, but I am bothered that it’s in this manner, all your previous misdemeanors never started with a fight.” She squinted. “They usually ended like that when you defended yoursefl from someone's partner.”
“Y-Yeah b-” She tried to speak, but the director turned and raised her hand, walking back into her position. The elf was left embarrassed looking at the ground, and the dracon was with her arms crossed, sizzling with anger. The director returned to her previous position and cleared her throat.
“Very well, as I was saying, you all will be residing in the guild quarters, make no mistake however,despite the name, they are all individual rooms, you should all have plenty of space.” She stood straight, grabbed a clipboard from somewhere befind her and focused on it. “You will all become familiar with the rules soon enough, they aren’t too difficult,but just in case I’ll remind you of them: 1- Students aren’t permitted to perform spells of any kind unless given direct…”
Luca’s mind trailed off, the heat started having a toll on him, he was tired from a day of too many emotions, just wanting to sleep, his luggage was double the weight than that morning, he missed his family already, he was sweaty, he had witnessed a puddle of cum be made, and his cock was itching, he just needed to sleep. His eyes wandered across the crowd, not really focusing on anyone, until they nded on the elf named Eleandra, she was slender, her skin pale and well taken care of shined, she was about his height and was wearing a sleeveless top, her braid fell down her back and was pulled halfway onto her shoulder, when he was looking at her face she met his gaze, and a quick look of disgust was all Luca needed to face the ground, embarrassed. He then focused on the Dracon, she was tall, her arms muscur and her face fierce, she had a tail and a brown leather jacket, although very short shorts; her legs were also very muscur and Luca’s eyes drifted unconsciously onto her chest, she had a bust covered by a bck top piece, looked like a T-shirt; then he heard a psst, looking up, he saw the dracon looking at him, eyeing him up and down, before smiling. She then she gave a couple bites to the air while looking at him and then licked her lips, or whatever one would call the ragged edges on her mouth. Luca felt his arousal come back all at once, covering his front side with his briefcase again, what was wrong with him? Was the dust really that bad? The dracon barely looked like a dy… at first, after looking at her better she did have some femininity about her, but she was a completely different species, so he shook his head and tried to focus on the director to calm his arousal.
“Finally, students have their own dorms, but that doesn’t mean they’ll stay there; most likely they’ll go to your quarters hallways to socialize every so often, this leads us to the final rule.” She gred at all of them, lingering a bit longer on the dracon as Luca noticed. “Absolutely prohibited, don’t have sex!” An uncomfortable silence took over as Luca felt his member pushing for freedom. “Any kind of sexual retions of a Guild member, regardless of with whom, will be cause for -”
Luca clenched his jaw and breathed, rexing himself. He heard some other irrelevant questions being asked to the director, he'd ask his own ter. Right now he just wanted to sleep. After the director told everyone they were free, he relished the opportunity to go and drop his briefcase.
“You’ll all find your rooms on the paper of the door.” She pointed to the door that led to the guild quarters. “You are all dismissed… except you.” She said as she raised her finger to one of the crowd members, and Luca cried internally. “You will meet me in my office now.”
