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Aaralon's Discoveries | Zingiber | 3

 

Aaralon was drawn forward by the powerful magnetism of the cat-eyed wizard Memp. His eyes flickered from Memp's beautiful feline face to his loins. Aaralon's roommate Yerther lay underneath Memp, his knees pulled back wide so Memp could ravish the young man's ass. Yerther's eyes were closed, his face contorted with pleasure. Yerther's cock was arrow-straight, his balls tight against the shaft. Aaralon's cock stirred in his robe and quickly tented it out. Memp continued to slowly fuck Yerther as his eyes sought to draw Aaralon's will.

Aaralon could sense a web-like tracery of magic around Memp and Yerther, no doubt some dire sex magic. It seemed to be nearing a climax. Aaralon's skin tingled all over. With his will weakening, he had only seconds to act.

The only spell he could bring to mind was a cantrip he'd only used as a joke. Hoping it would distract Memp long enough to escape, he took a deep breath and gave it everything he had.

"EHA-KPPFT-PAH!" Aaralon growled from the pit of his stomach. His insides did a little butterfly flip, and he farted loudly.

Yerther, defenseless and open, was hit by the full force of the underhanded spell. He let out a loud sneeze, then bucked and stiffened as the spell triggered his orgasm. Yerther rolled his head and moaned, pushing himself deeper onto Memp's cock as his seed squirted across his chest.

Memp, caught close to the climax of his spell, couldn't deflect Aaralon's cantrip. He YOWLED, drawing blood with his sharp-nailed hands raking Yerther's sides, and exploded into the young apprentice's ass. Waves of unbalanced sex energy from the incomplete spell splashed across the room and echoed around the university.

Aaralon was staggered by a wave of sex energy. Feverish visions of Felinian-demonic orgies swept over him. He came hard, and hot seed ran down his legs. He fell to one knee. He knew he had to flee, but with the sensations still washing over him, he could barely keep his balance.

Behind him, he heard the swish of a robe and the scrape of a sandal. Oh, no...did Memp have help?

Aaralon turned his head to face...

 

Who?


          It's the Princess Victoria Marie!

 
 
 

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