NTR Quest 31 - Academy - Ignore Warning

“No. I don't want to turn back and forget what I saw.” As you spoke the white figure, by the movement of her silhouette, looked taken aback.
“I want to use this place and take advantage of it fully.”

“You can't!” She shouted back.
“You-” The silhouette stopped herself.
“Okay, this is outside my expertise. I let 'her' deal with you.” The silhouette disappeared but the white outline remained and the world remained frozen in pitch black. In the middle of the dark another figure materialized. A tall, shapely woman with dark skin and dark curly hair. Her eyes were a piercing blue and she wore colorful robes with a definite bend towards reds and oranges.

“Tintamere?” You recognized.

The woman shrugged and held out her hands. “The one and the same, in a sense.” She spoke with a slight accent.
“Not her, but like a detailed memory. A dream, in that I can only state what has already been seen or heard or thought of.”
“New Turais, I am guessing you have questions?”

“What is this place?”

“A deceased titan. An 'Angel.' A being that has lived to utilize the full quality and breadth of it's Aura. It was able to freely manipulate matter within it's space in ways that go beyond magic. It is to such an extent that even today, their 'bones' the rings that spun as portions of themselves, even separated or split or broken carry a portion of this power. Even dead this being is able to fold a space like a building into a vast structure.” Her hands folded neatly in front of her stomach as she addressed you.

“Can this power be used?”

“You've seen it be used. You've used it. It is meant to be harnessed and used. It is a purpose-built structure.”

“Built?”

“That's right.”

“What about the purpose?”

“To build more.”

You grinned widely. “Well now. That I'd like to know very much.”

“If you have thousands of years to spare, I suppose you could try.” She turned towards the large curved glass window. Clouds swirled in front and obscured the waste of rings and dirt, then cleared to show an image of a plain. Native wildlife sped up to tremendous speeds. Moving, breeding, proliferating, dying off.
“When something lives, it's life doesn't come from just anywhere. Fundamentally, it comes from the planet, the suns... A union of sorts. As planets give life from their unique core, as that life dies they return what was given in a stable cycle. However, as more complex life arises and begins to make more  of themselves, accelerate growth, create energy and accumulate Aura and Soma, those qualities return as well. Gradually the planet Core expands in it's capabilities. It's Core, that may have developed on it's own over hundreds of millions of years begins to grow and think and want in a far shorter time. To watch with interest and protect the life that comes from it.”

“So when it reaches that point-”

“It is now.” Tintamere interrupted.

“Now... How does that make one of these?” You asked intently.

She lifted her chin and stared down her nose at you. “For that you need the malice to end not just one unique life, but all others it hosts. To warp something singular and miraculous into a tool for your amusement and conquest. That is the essence of what this is; A life boiled down and crafted into a tool. A sad monument of selfish children unsatisfied by their fortuitous birth so much that they devour their Mother for... More. To accelerate life in arcane ways and call monstrosities that now plague all creation for what amounts to just... Nothing.”

You held your breath as she spoke and glanced back at the Serane's. “Ah.” You offered, unable to help but feel like it was somewhat pointed in your direction. She took short steps forward.

“But that does not answer your question. To answer, I'd say you are well on your way with the way you are behaving, 'Hero.'”

You gulped. “What are you doing?”

She stopped in front of you. “I can't do anything and I wont. I am simply an image. A sign in the road that can either be heeded or ignored.”

“You... Can't do anything?”

“Cor-” You reached forward and groped one of her generous breasts through her robes, then when she did not act immediately you smacked the side of her tit and sent them bouncing within the constraining fabric. Despite being an 'image' she felt quite real. By her shape beneath the loose robes she was very attractive. The woman stared at you in frustration.
“What are you doing? This is serious!”

“I agree.” You rubbed your chin.
“You're a memory, but you're like her, huh?”

“Yes. Yes I am. So do not-”

“The inventor of magic.”

She nodded, crossing her arms to block your groping. “It is complicated... But yes. I remember myself to be... That.”

“Lift your arms.” You ordered. She gave you a crooked look.
“I said lift your arms.” You repeated like a spoiled child. She reluctantly uncrossed her arms and lifted her arms up, her cheeks darkening slightly as she did. Something you noticed other than that was her surprise. She stared at you with wide eyes.
“What's wrong?” She gritted her pearl-white teeth. Tintamere did not want to say.
“Spit it out.” You grunted assertively.

The woman shook. “My... Image is sustained by control over this place. I have some ability in shaping it, but my control is as deep as anyone elses collective use over it. Your...” She looked to be fighting back the words, but they came regardless.
“Power and your will... Your desires paired with each, and your intent... Are affecting the image and the memories associated with it.”

“Memory, huh?”

* *

“Why do you NEED to offer these secrets to others? On top of that, allowing them to take credit...” Gane mourned. He embraced Tintamere lovingly.  She moved her head and kissed him.
“Especially these Tryskans...”

“It's important, love. I want them to not just learn but feel like it is their own. That way all those that come after will have some claim to magic and not feel indebted  to anyone else.” She shrugged.
“That's the hope, at least.”

Gane released her and stared into her deep, blue eyes affectionately. “This new student. I'm not sure about him. He feels... Out of place. Like he doesn't belong.”

Tintamere chuckled. “You say that about all my prospective students. We are in strange lands and stranger are still ahead.” She tilted her head and smiled gently.
“Relax, love. I will be in the room above if you need anything.”

“Or if you do.” he gave her one last peck before letting her go.

“Of course.” She ascended the steps to the second floor study and closed the door behind her. You looked at her as she entered, paying close attention to her tits and rear.
“Now.. Where were we?”

“First, our bet.” You said smugly.

“Yes. I believe you owe me a bit more of your attention span after your l-”

“I didn't lose.”

She shook her head in disbelief. “You asked me, hypothetically, for a spell. It's details, methods and manner of casting, and told me that if you learned it by next day you would get to cast it on me or I would get more dedication out of you. I believe this should serve as a lesson-” Tintamere began.

“Indeed.” You casted the spell that she had taught you in great detail, effectively stripping her down to the nude. The clothes then reformed from the feet up. Her bare feet were fitted with red stilettos, her legs with black net stockings up to her thigh with garters. Her clit was pierced with a brilliant, smooth metal ring and her nipples were given the same before she was fitted with a tiny skirt and a red leather collar. As a finishing touch you ran a tight chain between the rings on her nipples and shackled both her ankles and wrists, running a bar between them to keep her legs both together and a certain distance apart. It was the same for her wrists which were suddenly connected to a bar that ran through a loop on her collar, keeping her hands up constantly as though she were in a consistent state of being about to jump for joy.

“How could you do this!?” She was asking both in terms of attitude and ability, because she could not comprehend either.
“Y-”

“Question is... What are you gonna do about it?”

* *

She bounced up and down excitedly, feeling your cock between her tits. The chain allowed them to remain tight even without the use of her hands or yours and her saliva sliding down her chin lubricated her soft ebony orbs enough. She happily let her boobs bounce around your member, feeling it throb.
“C-cum for me.” She begged, licking her lips.
“I'm so thirsty, daddy.”

“Atta girl...” You extracted all of the limited knowledge on magic the memory had while living within it. Unsurprisingly an image that could not use magic the same way was not granted the full breadth of the original.  You heard a knock on the door.
“Come in.”

Gane entered and almost buckled. “W-what the hell?”

“You're just a memory and she's just a memory... But still. It's gotta sting. Depending on how this works, this might be all that exists of her legacy. A dumb slut that taught all she knew and retired to being a sex doll. This is what her memory is going to amount to in the Academy.”

“No...” He fell to his knees as Tintamere leaned down and closed her lips around your tip as you came, filling her mouth. You had made sure to tame the watered down version of the mage fully and transform her mind into that of a whore. It was simple, as her own image was controlled by the place itself and as she said, you had some manner of sway over that. It was like cheating. Still, it did not hold the same satisfaction as you guessed the real thing would.

* *

When you returned from the memory you saw her as you saw her back then. A broken slut. She was no longer arguing or offering moral judgment. Unfortunately, she did not have much more in there except for what she told you outside, and what she was able to teach you. Simple appearance-altering cantrips that could be used very easily.
“How're you doing, Tina?”

“Great!” She responded vapidly.

“May need you to appear and fuck some people at some point... But otherwise you're free to go. Also... Unfreeze us, okay?”

“Not up to me but I'll ask them, Okay? Guys?” The world unfroze. She left you alone. You knew from what she told you that the room was significant historically, but essentially useless for any other purpose.
“Let's get back...” You told them.

“But we just got here!” Esther complained.

“And you can come back any time you want...” You reminded her.

“Oh. Right.”

As you all returned you had a few things to think about. The school was not the labor of one woman, but actually the perception of many that combined to form the appearance of an academy. Presumably, with enough support it could appear as other things, as well. According to your experience with Tina, you also had some disproportionate sway of the space based on your willpower and desire. Just not enough to purely override everyone else. It seemed some of it partially had to do with followers, as well. You were left with a few options.