Jana continued to suck on Aaralon’s cock as the Tar'oth demon began to work it’s demonic spell.
“You see Aaralon”, the tiny demon whispered in Aaralon’s ear. “Your position here in this school, even as a student, allows you access to areas where a woman cannot go. Even the mistress of bettle magic is forbidden to enter the rooms of the dark arts. She had perfected her battle magic as far as it was allowed to go in this school and she desired more power. She needed access to areas of greater power and the dark arts, that only a man had access to. Janna knew of my powers for mind manipulation and your desires made you the perfect victim. My powers combined with her skills, she would soon have that access she desired."
‘What do you get out of it I wonder’, thought Aaralon as he began to feel his pleasure mount.
“You shall see,” the demon whispered. “You shall see."
And with that, Janna’s sucking reached a crescendo. Her hands began the somatic manipulations of a spell and the demon began to chant.
Aaralon exploded. He came and came in one of the most intense orgasms he ever experienced. Janna took all of it into her mouth. With a wicked grin on her face, she came up to Aaralon and moved in to kiss him. Aaralon did not like what he assumed was going to happen, but the magic held him fast.
She kissed him forcing her cum drenched tongue deep into Aaralon’s mouth. Aaralon tasted his own cum and the magic began to work. Aaralon felt lightheaded. He felt that familiar sensation as in his astral projection class, only this time he wasn’t in control. He felt his mind leaving his body and that strange disembodied floating that accompanied an astral journey. As he floated, he wondered just what these two bitches were up to.
After floating for an unknown period of time, the returning feeling began to take hold of him but it was different. There was resistance. He thought he heard loud chanting……
Aaralon began to stir as he heard a familiar voice.
It was one of the schools headmasters. “What happened, the voice asked.”
A second voice responded and it sounded very familiar yet he couldn’t place it.
“I heard a commotion in the Headmistresses chambers and screams for help. I came in to see her struggling with a Tar'oth demon. I noticed from my training that something was wrong with her protection circle. There was a flash of light and she crumpled to the ground clutching her head. I remembered the banishment spell I was taught, and quickly drew the components from my bag and began chanting. Being taught in school is one thing, but banishing a real demon was a pure struggle of intellect. I almost didn’t make it.”
“Well it’s a good thing that you happened by or things could have gotten bad,” the other voice replied. “You’re a hero Aaralon,” the voice said in a loud praise filled tone. “A Hero!”
Aaralon tries to speak. “Aaralon?,” he mumbles, but his words come out different. Aaralon vaguely hears the voice telling him to drink something.
Aaralon accepts the liquid and drinks it down, and only then does he realize that it is a healing sleep potion.
“Sleep,” the voice says. “You have been very lucky.” “I have always told you Janna, the dark arts are not for you and now you know why.
Janna Janna?
Aaralon wakes from his peaceful sleep to see that he is still in Mistress Janna’s room. He gets up feeling very strange and catches a glance of a reflection in the mirror. Aaralon couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He was dressed in an extremely sexy black lace basque. The patterned fabric clung to his breasts in a tight swirl of lace, then pressed closer still to his body as it came together tightly at his narrow waste. He noticed that he was wearing tiny black panties that were overlapped by the suspender straps that reached up from his stockings.
“That Bitch,” He screamed in a very feminine voice. “She did a mind swap on me to gain access to the dark arts and I’m trapped in her body” “Curse that damn bitch and that Tar'oth demon to hell.
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