NTR Quest 40 - Academy - The Knowledge of Good and Evil

“There's really no getting around it, is there.” You admitted. It took him a few slow nods to hear that you seemed to be agreeing with him, but when he finally understood he nodded more emphatically.
“I've done bad things. Worse than familiarization. Worse than killing. There's no real justification.” You paused. The Elf waited nervously to speak.
“But there's a way back from it?”

“Of course!” He insisted, trying to sit up.

“To perform such atrocities and heinous acts. It's going to take a lot to actually make it up to the world. To all the people I've hurt. Do you think Jace would help? That he would mind?”

“Of course not.” The Elf shook his head.
“He's a little abrasive, but-” His mouth fell open as he noticed your expression. A smug, slight smile as you looked down on him.
“You're toying with me. You've already thought about this. Decided...”

You crouched down in front of him and spoke softly and carefully, thought your voice still echoed in the large black hall.
“You think I wasn't aware at all of what I was doing? At first, maybe. But all the things I've done don't just happen by accident. It's easier being corrupt. Corrupting others. Taking what I want. The only thing that's bad about it are the consequences, and those can be avoided if I'm careful. I wasn't careful with Jace originally, but I didn't claw my way back by being nice and fair... I cheated. I did bad things and now here you all are. The ones that betrayed me or lost to him. That joined him. Isn't it interesting...” You chuckled and shook your head.
“That everyone that wants someone from me, that wants to beat me or take me for themselves wants me to do good? To be good? Funny.” You reached back expectantly.
“Hand me a syringe. A full one, Charli. For your friend.” You kept your face forward, staring at the elf comfortably as the little femboy Dog searched behind you.

“Charli!” The Elf called out. The boy cautiously approached you from behind, and the Elf was staring at him pleadingly. He was motioning with his eye from the syringe to you, it was obvious. You did not bother looking back, even knowing what he was trying to plan right in front of you, because you knew.
“Please don't.” The elf begged. He tensed as he watched Charli stretch his hand out with the Syring to your neck. There was a building anticipation and an attempt at subtlety and coolness as the Elf watched. But his expression sunk as the boy's arm shook with the Syringe near your skin. He leaned forward and brought it past, over your shoulder to present it to you.

“Master.” He offered submissively. Charli did not even look at the Elf after that. He timidly avoided meeting his gaze.

“Very good boy.” You complimented. His lips quivered and cracked into a smile and his short, curled tail wagged as you took the syringe from him.

“W-why!” The Elf whined.

Charli blushed. “He had no openings.” The Dog lied. It was right there and he could have tried. He did not know that it was actually impossible to get away with it with the Serane's and the 'Sisters' hanging around.

“How much of it was you? The planning?” You asked bitterly. The elf opened his mouth to speak, but you quickly silenced him and glance back over your shoulder at your obedient pet.
“I wasn't asking you.”

Charli pointed. “All of it. It was all him.” The elf leaned back, looking even more betrayed and disgusted.

You exhaled through your nose sharply and jammed the injector into his neck. The pink liquid disappeared inside. You let the mixture work and stood up, dusting yourself off.
“Charli. Clean up the mess that's made. In a bucket. I have something I need to address with someone that was watching.”

“Yes Master.” The Dog agreed happily, watching over the struggling Elf closely while in a crouched position hugging his knees.
“Sorry...” You could hear him say quietly as you approached the exit.

As you left and entered the entryway you reached around the corner into the shadows and pulled Aiden out in front of you. Her emerald eyes were misty.
“What's wrong?”

“Y-your bad!” She shouted accusingly.

“Is that it? You know that.”

“No!” She sobbed.
“No no no... I didn't think you KNEW what you were doing. I thought you were mad and emotional and doing whatever you could. I thought you didn't know better! But you do! You're evil!” She covered her mouth and shook. As you reached out to try and grab her again she pulled away.

“Princess..”

“I thought I could change you....” She offered sadly.

“You could have. But not the way you wanted to, and we both know now that you wont. But isn't that the problem with you and people like you?”

“You gave me the confidence to believe I COULD rule the right way! That I COULD do things without resorting to immorally utilizing my powers.” She argued.

“I gave you valid advice, which you inserted your own ethics into. Aiden, you're too weak to rule, or do anything for yourself. Just follow me. I'll fix things for you. I'll help you.” You stated in what you thought was a reasonable tone. Instead the girl took it badly. She looked horrified.

“You're just going to use me...”

You laughed. “We'll use each other. Isn't that fine?”

She crossed her arms tightly over her chest and turned her body away at an angle stubbornly. “I don't want to work with you anymore. You crossed the line so many times...”

“What are you  going to do without me? You're weak.” You took another step forward. She stepped away again.

“I'll figure it out. I can accept that I might fail without you because I feel like succeeding with you is worse. You have no remorse. No shame. You have knowledge of the implications of what you are doing and you are still doing it! You can't be fixed...” She shook her head lightly and turned around to leave.

“You can't leave!” You shouted after her, following her around the bend. The two of you exited into the adjacent hall.

Aiden looked around uncomfortably, then turned and glared. She uncrossed her arms. “You're KEEPING me here!? I'm not going to do anything to you! I want nothing to do with you anymore!” She insisted.

“You aren't leaving.” You said more certainly and calmly. The control you had over the back rooms of the facility were solidified with your mastery over the Serane's and the image of Tintamere. She would not be able to use the bent space as she wished.
“You'd have to walk back.” You said smugly.

“Then I'll walk back.” She stormed down the hall.

“Serane! Activate the defenses.” You ordered. The large stone eye on the ceiling at the other end of the hall opened and stared directly down, guarding it's exit. Aiden, to your surprise, continued walking.
“Aiden! Stop!”

She glanced back stubbornly. “Do what you need to do, 'Hero.'”

“This is pointless.” You mocked.
“You aren't going to walk into it. Just come back, Aiden. We'll talk.”  She continued walking at a steady pace towards the eye.
“Serane...” You hesitated and considered backing down. It was not worth risking it for the sake of just keeping Aiden in your grasp, was the rationale, but that was simply not true. It was worth the risk. You knew she would back down because she said it herself. You were evil.
“Keep the systems active. Aiden! You're being stupid!”

“N-no I'm not.” She said fearfully. Her voice echoed back down the hall. You got the sense that she did not want to be petrified. That contrary to what she said, some part of you would let her through and lower the defenses at the last second.
“Hero?” She stepped under the eye and turned as it centered on her. She looked at you with surprise, as though she expected more. It was possible in some world there would be some salvaging that could occur between you two, but in that world you were not nearly as resolute as you were in that moment. You covered your mouth and walked forward slowly as you saw her freeze, clothing and all, into a silver statue. Serane stood beside you as you approached.

“The body is frozen permanently. The Core remains active inside. Trapped.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose and looked down. “Bring her back to the lab...” You scoffed.
“Stubborn idiot.”

As you got back Charli was standing attentively with a bucket. His hands and face and clothes were smeared with some of his former friend's soul.
“Did I do good, Master?” He asked, tail going a mile a minute. There was a mad look in his pale blue eyes, like the ordeal had affected him somewhat. You waved a hand dismissively.  

“Not now.” You uttered sternly, stealing the bucket from him. He lowered his head and whimpered. Without thinking too much about it you reached back without looking and patted him on the head.
“There there... Good boy.” Before returning to what you were doing. You poured the soul into a mold. It was a metal mold that had been prepared beforehand. The design was something that you got from the fruit of the tree, as was the function. You let it all seep in, then sealed it with cold magic to let it set quickly. As you felt it beginning to work you gripped the mold and threw it to the ground quickly. You were frustrated, panting and incredibly angry. You needed something to take out all your troubles on and staring straight up at you was a small, flexible pink fucktoy. You leaned down, picked it up, spit in it at one end then handed it to Charli.
“You.”

He pointed to himself as he held it daintily. “M-me?”

“Get to work.” You sat down and leaned back. You placed a hand over your eyes and began trying to think. As you did, you felt the Dog gingerly lower the toy over your cock. It was surprisingly tight and warm and comfortable and made you extremely hard, immediately.
“How does it feel to use your former friend to jerk me off?” You taunted without looking down.

Charli responded nervously. “Sad...” It made you harder to hear that. The Elf's soul wrapped around your cock extremely well and was quickly bringing you closer and closer to cumming. You wanted to inflate him like a balloon just to add insult to injury.

“You still do it?”

“I do... Because I'm scared of you, Master.” Charli admitted.

You smiled a wide, satisfied smile and inhaled deeply as your body let go and came inside the solidified spirit of the Elf you ended moments ago.
“Good... That's good. This is the way things should be.” You uttered. You uncovered your eyes and looked over as you heard scraping on the floor. It was two Serane's carrying Aiden's statue.

“Shall we begin extraction?”

You licked your lips and stared down at the cumflating toy, wondering if the Elf had any awareness of what he had become. If he could feel it. How his mind would bend and break if he did. You then related that to Aiden, trapped within the statue. Your shoulders slumped slightly.