The Demon Mage Pt. 01

"You wanted me to touch you here ever since you first saw me, huh?"

I could barely hear him. My foreskin peels backwards and grows itself to compensate for the growing mass of my member. His claws trace my balls, and they balloon at his touch, dropping in my sack, engorging.

"Fuck- FUCK-"

My ass falling onto the edge of the tub, my cock and balls falling free from the Incubus' touch.

I heave in breaths, my eyes shut, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Now a true Incubus is before me. A proper body for a demon."

I open my eyes, and look down at myself.

My abs and pectorals shine with moisture, a welcomed thin layer of hair spread throughout.

My cock sags fatly over my hanging testicles, it had to be five inches flaccid, easily.

I prod the mass of my biceps, which was hard and immobile at my touch.

And beneath it all, I felt my aura surging, a sense of power that I couldn't help but-

"You love it. The power of a demon."

Incubus before me said, his deep voice reverating in the room.

I felt my face frantically, and to my relief, no horns were sprouted from my head.

"This body- how is this impossible, this power is..."

I trail off, unable to admit it to myself.

I feel like more than a mage. All my life I've had the abilities of magic perception, but never real strength.

I look to the Incubus.

"What does this mean for me?"

In the back of my mind, Reckners words echo quietly:

You're alive, Laizen.

The demon smiled.

"Your life has just begun."

...

"You felt it, didn't you, my council?"

Silence was thick and stagnant across the school council, all gathered at a grand table that sat in the center of the room.

The Head Mage of the school, sat at the end of the table, his words echoing throughout the large room, a small fire in the fireplace behind him casting his form to a eery shadow that stretched across the table.

I met eyes with the Head Mage suddenly.

"You're perceptions of aura one of the sharpest of this council, Mannel Reckner, you surely felt the disturbance?"

I nod to him, my eyes scanning the great mages that sat at the table, the firelight casting tricks of shadows over their cloaks.

"A aura of what felt to be a powerful demon surged from within the school several hours ago. It's presence quickly vanished before we could allocate it's source."

The mages at the shifted nervously, passing hushed words among themselves for a moment.

The head mage cleared his throat loudly, and silence fell across the table once more.

His jewel green eyes were visible even through the darkness, passing over each and every mage.

"This means that there is a potential threat within this school, and we must be on our guard. It's possible that a student is possessed, or worse, a demon with the ability to change appearance and aura presence has found its way amongst us."

He clasped his hands together, his skin wrinkled and worn with age.

He continued, his voice stern yet succeeding in being delicate.

"We unfortunately cannot trust the people among ourselves. Our first priority is the safety of the fine mages we teach. We must find this entity and snuff it out."

The meeting was adjourned. I step out of the council hall, pushing past the flow of instructors heading in the direction of their residences on the campus.

I suddenly felt a hand clasp my shoulder, and I turned to find a familiar, and petite face.

It was Ms. Velody, a young mage who instructed students who were skilled particularly in rune creation.

Her hair was a silvery blond, that glinted in the torchlight of the hallway.

"Mr. Reckner, I haven't been able to catch up with you. Are you okay? I heard about..."

She trailed off, not wanting to step into sensitive territory. Although it was painful, I offered her the most genuine smile I could conjure.

"It's something that could not have been prevented. I am doing much better."

She gave me a warm smile, and squeezed my shoulder lightly.

"That's great to hear."

She casted a glance at the hall of dispersing instructors.

"Be careful, Reckner. Who knows what's in this school."

With a final smile, she turned away, heading down the hallway with the subtle sweep of her cloak.

...

My first day returning to coursework had begun.

I walked into Reckner's classroom in silence, taking my spot at my usual table. Seirna's chair beside me was empty, as was the seats of the entire squad that went on the training expedition.

Suddenly I hear hushed female voices from across the room.

"Didn't you hear? He's the only survivor of that training field operation."

"Oh my God, that's awful."

"I know, do you see how big of a guy he is? It's no wonder he survived."

"I bet he ate the demons."

They erupt into a suppressed laughter.

I felt my fist clenching, and a scolding heat rise in my face.

"Having adept demon hearing is kinda a blessing and a curse, ain't it?"

The incubus chuckled, plopping heavily down onto Seirna's old chair.

With the slam of the classroom door opening, Reckner enters the classroom, wearing a black cloak, holstering a bag on one shoulder.

"Good morning young mages, I-"

Suddenly Reckner's grey eyes meets with mine, and he takes a double take. As he passed by on my desk on his way to the front of the classroom, he stopped briefly at my side.

"You... Look different. Are you okay?"

I simply nod at him, but his questionable gaze did not falter as he continued down the classroom

"Bigger in more ways than one."

I nearly elbowed the beast beside me, but my arm would have passed through.

Reckner's voice hollars over the students, silencing them, causing me to come out of my thoughts.

"Today we are going to be working on our spell books, and practicing more of the basic principles of incantations."

The students pulled out their spell books, and writing utensils.

There once again, the sound of the classroom door bangs loudly through the class, causing Reckner to pause in his instruction.

"Ah you must be one of the new students."

The voice that responded was a soft female voice.

"I'm sorry, I got lost!"

Reckner reassured her that she was okay.

I didn't bother looking back, but it wasn't until I heard the chair beside me squeaked as someone sat down that I turned, in surprise.

"So you're Laizen."

The woman was tall and slender, a dark scarlet mage's cloak draped over her shoulders. A pair of creamy brown eyes looks at me skeptically through the curls of messy brown bangs.

I look at the woman, startled.

"How... Do you know me?"

I whisper to her, as she pulled a leather spellbook from her satchel. She gave me a smile of lips that were slightly reddened with makeup.

"I was assigned to keep you in line."

Something cold traced my limbs at her words, and the sound of Reckner's instructions drained away from the world.

"Assigned? What- by who?"

I hissed at her, feeling the hairs on my arm raise.

She seemed to have hardly heard me, her eyes flickering occasionally towards the instructor. Her fingers flipped open her spellbook. I decidedly followed her example.

"My master has to keep you supervised. A demon-hybrid student surrounded by powerful mages that could slay you in an instant? Those same mages who are at this moment already aware there is a demon presence in this school?"

I glared at her, forgetting to act like I was busying myself.

Supervised?

Although a thousand questions screamed in my head, all succeeding in making my head spin, all that came out of my mouth was:

"What are you?"

At this, her cream-colored eyes cast over to me. They almost seemed to glow in the sunlight that spilled from the tall windows of the classroom.

"I am what my master needed to watch over your progression. He felt it when you had finally awakened to the demon inside of you."

Suddenly her fingers were on my leg, trailing up my thigh.

"I just had to take one look at you, you're definitely not human."

I found my eyes trailing up her slender arm, inked with runes. Under her cloak, a thin and silky black shirt traced her curving form, the bulge of her cleavage pressing from the garment.

"What a woman."

The Incubus inside of me was suddenly behind me, peering over my shoulder.

She inched closer, her fingers lingering on my inner thigh.

Her eyes poured into mine.

In the corner of my eye, I see the Incubus, his eyes lingering over the woman's breasts, his cock hanging heavily at a chub.

I give him a hot look of disapproval, and he raises an eyebrow to me.

"It's not me who's getting aroused, what's yours is mine."

My eyes shift down to myself, and as the demon said, my cock was pulsing to life in my pants, bulging visibly outwards.

I was becoming steadily more aware of the arousal rising hotly through my body, the heavy pulse of my heart reverating in my chest.

The woman's gaze hadn't broken from my face, her eyes gliding over my features, more than aware of my steadily growing arousal.

Her hand slipped from my thigh, and I was ashamed of the cold shot of disappointment that passed through my chest.

She whispered warmly under her breath:

"That instructor is already wary of you, Incubus boy. You have to tread carefully. The master has plans for you."

She shifts away from her close position to me, taking to the pages of her spell book.

The noises of the class in session suddenly resuscitates around me, the squabble of students practices the pronunciation of incantations, and Reckner standing before the class, physically demonstrating the spell and its proper state.

I look at the flames dancing above Reckner's palm, his silvery eyes gliding over the students and soft voice hollering echoing against the large wooden walls.

The remainder of the class passed quickly, and I found myself startled from my gaze at the woman's thick curls of chocolate hair by Reckner's dismissal.

The students spill out of the classroom in hurried disarray. I called out to the woman as she was walking down the hallway.

"Hey! Stop!"

She paused, turning back to me with the swirl of scarlet of her cloak.

Her eyes glared questioningly at me.

"Who are you?"

I almost spoke too quietly to overcome the noise of the crowds.

She smiled.

"Morgana."

At that, she disappeared into the bustle of students.

...

I walk down the hallway, shouldering past the mages that filled the halls to its brim,

"I want to jerk off. Can we jerk off?"

The Incubus said as we trail through the current of students.

"No."

I snap under my breath, resulting in a few people passing me giving me questionable looks.

"C'mon, even though we share this body, I am my own entity, and I have my own wants. That woman back there was a fine piece."

Do you have an off switch?

I think, looking at him as he lazily follows along beside me in the hallway.

"No. Unfortunately you're stuck with me."

And who's fault is that?

Slipping from the current of students, I duck into a restroom that aligned the hall.

The master has plans for you.

She didn't tell me anything. Master. Who the hell is this person, and how did he know that I have become a demon hybrid?

"I don't know who this master is. But I was instructed to possess you."

At the Incubus' words, I stop abruptly.

A man trying to get into the restroom asks for me to move so that he could get through the door, and I barely hear him, side stepping numly out of the way.

What?

"The head of my Incubi clan. I was one of the most notable demons in my clan by the success of my number of hauntings of women, thus I was chosen. I was told that you were a strange specimen of human that was told to grant power to the demon who would possess you. But I didn't know I would become fused with you, and be imprisoned."

He spoke quietly, and I couldn't help but notice the bitterness in his deep voice. It made the hairs of my neck stand on end.

I felt my body heating up, and I slipped my cloak off, dropping it in the corner of the bathroom.

I step up to a urinal, and pull down the front of my pants to take a piss.

I could feel the Incubus right behind me, his presence dark and lingering.

Someone knew that this would happen, that we would fuse, but... How?

Deep in my tangled mess of thoughts, I hardly noticed someone choose the urinal next to mine.

I sigh, finishing up my piss, and look over to see Reckner standing beside me.

His eyes shift with an expression of alarm over my bare arms, and my chest covered by a tight shortsleeve.

We meet eyes, and he quickly averts his gaze, pulling away from the urinal, and walks swiftly out of the bathroom.

Morgana's voice burns in the back of my head:

That instructor is already wary of you.

"You fucking idiot,"

The Incubus hisses beside me, and I stuff my cock back in my pants, my heart hammering in my throat.

"Your cloak helped hide how much bigger you'd gotten, but now that instructor could see you clear as day."

I step out of the bathroom, the hustle of students, for the most part, now dissipated.

The look of alarm in Reckner's eyes.

He knows something is not right.

...

Blackness lays thickly around me.

A voice suddenly jutted through that darkness. A warm voice, shaky and fearful.

I finally recognize it.

Mom?

"His life is not for you to decide, I will not allow you to..."

Her voice trailed off for a moment. I could make out the sounds of shaky breathing, and light sobbing.

"He is becoming a mage, he was accepted into the kingdom's prestigious magic school. A Mage, like his father had been."

Suddenly another voice, a hoarser deeper voice splits through the darkness, shaking me to the core.

"I am his father!"

The voices faded, and suddenly flames leap through the darkness.

The Incubus stands before me, standing over Seirna's corpse, blood smoothing his thick arms and claws like black wire against his reddish skin. His hoarse growl of a voice blares in my ears.

"You've never been human. You simply won't admit it to yourself. You've known all along, and finally becoming a beast, you felt complete."

I glare at the Incubus before me.

No- no that's not-

Suddenly he was gone, the fire that blazed behind him was gone.

I was laying down on my bed.

At the foot of my bed, the form of a woman stands, her fingers tracing the wooden bed frame.

Who- who are you?

I manage to mutter.

She takes a step closer, and the moonlight that spilled from the window casts an sliver of illumination over her body.

She stood naked, her slender form fitted with round hips, and plump breasts that stood rigid in the air. Her stomach led to a thin layer of pubic hair, and the plump crest of her vagina. Familiar silvery lines trail down her body, starting at a pair of gleaming silver eyes that glared at me through the murky darkness. The moonlight glinted in the short curve of horns that jutted from her forehead. Black hair flowed over her shoulders, curling playfully over her thick breasts.

Words come from her lips, echoing uncannily in my ears:

"Who are you?"

The mattress shifts as she starts up the mattress, crawling over my legs, her gleaming silver eyes not breaking contact with me.

My heart thrummed, the darkness around me swirling.

"Are you a mage? A human?"

Her clawed hand smooths over the shape of my cock through my pants.

"Or a demon?"

She squeezes the growing bulge of my cock, as it engorged, thickening at her touch.

"Mmm."

She muttered, lust clear in those gleaming eyes.

Her fingers grip the hem of my pants, and she pulls them down, causing my fully hard cock to spring forward, straining in the air, the bulbous bell shape of my head pulsing hungrily at me, the reflective shimmer of pre-cum dribbling down my thick and veiny shaft.

She grips my cock, nearly fully filling her hands as she shifted up and down my shaft.

A deep moan softly escapes my lips, my cock straining against her hand.

"Like that, huh, big guy?"

She continued her slow ascent of the bed, smoothing her tongue over her lips. Running her hands up my legs, and over my stomach, her fingers curling playfully on my chest hair.

She lifts herself up.

Her vagina was dripping and shiny with moisture, and at this sight, my cock to strained hungrily. She takes a hold of my cock, playfully rubbing my head against her clit. She moaned, and slowly slides me into her.

My cock burned with pleasure at the pressure of tight vagina around it, as she slid further down.

She gritted her teeth, unable to suppress a small cry as my member was spreading her wide open. When she reached halfway down my cock, she shifted up and down, in a smooth and vigorous motion.

A growl like moan escapes my lips.

The world around me spins even faster.

She smooths her hands down my chest, tugging on my nipples. The bed beneath us creaks, but it sounded miles away against the burning sensation of pleasure that riveted my body. Among the pleasure a different, raw sensation was surging up and down my limbs. I felt my aura waiver and pulse within me. I grip the bed sheets, feeling the gradual surge of sweat flow down my brow, my mind losing track of the passage of time, nothing else mattering, nothing but the two of us.

I press thumb against her clit, and she moans, resting her head against my neck in her rhythmic motions. I felt myself sinking further and further into her.

She sucks on my neck, and I feel the pressure of my climax rising in my cock, my muscles contracting, my mind numbing to the staggering pleasure.

Suddenly, the woman whispers in my ear.

"Do you know who your fa-"

...

I felt my cock buck as the warm gush of come smooths over my chest, splattering over my stomach. I let out three or four pumps, my seed spilling onto my sheets beside me as my balls finally emptied.

My eyes flick open, and I push myself onto my elbows, the room around my bed coming to a dank clarity around me.

I was gasping for air, my body glazed with sweat, my cock and balls sensitive, and slumped heavily between my legs.

A candle stood burning on the shelf across the room, and even in the dim light, something about my body looked off.

I stumble out of my bed, dripping with my come, to a mirror that was posted on the wall.

The beginnings of silvery lines smooth over my chest, arms, and legs, which were tinted a soft red.

My blood suddenly felt cold.

The tips of horns were slowly retracting back into my skull. I felt the sharp points as they disappeared, looking at my trembling arms as the lines and color of my skin slowly returned to my normal skin color. I tenderly trace the line of my scar tissue running down the right of my face.

"That was one hell of a Succubus. Good enough to bring out the Incubus in you."

The demon's voice startled me, and I quickly turned to see him leaning against one of the walls of my room.

He seemed to be in the same shape I was in. He looked a little breathless, his broad chest rising and falling a little unsteadily, his cock engorged to a post-climax slump between his legs.

"That- that was a dream- it-"

The woman's body flashes behind my eyelids, the feel of her reddish skin, how real it all felt.

I take a deep breath, pushing my black hair off of my sweaty brow.

The demon was watching with a skeptical eye, the stream of moonlight from the window outlining his form with a milky white.

"An Incubus who doesn't realize he himself was just haunted?"

I turn from him, grabbing a towel from one of my drawers, wiping my chest and stomach off.

Her body, her voice.

Do you know who...