UWS: 1.14 - Pact

Calia sat slumped and overwhelmed against the chair. Her mind was still jumbled by what had occurred earlier. She’d touch a magical tome one moment, sent off dreaming. She woke up with a new additional body part, a magical penis. Then her magical instructor had sucked her off. 

“A deal?” she asked finicky. “What deal!?

“Calm down. It’s way too late to panic.” Eris's face was impassive, but she was easily amused. “Tell me, did you enjoy it?”

Calia stammered. “W-well I did, b-but, you got to help me here. I can’t be seen like this.”

“What you’ve been assailed with, is a high-level spell of 11th grade to be fact.” She sat crossed legs on the floor, her plump round breasts bouncing as she moved about. “Transfiguration school, it’s called [Lance of Lust] to be exact, and it’s so much more than transfiguration.”

Calia fidgets with her thighs, her cock flopping about. The sensation of it, the skin that pulled back, it was frightening. “I don’t care, how do I get rid of it.”

“Usually [Dispel] would have put an end to it, and I’ve already tried that option, whilst you were taking a magical trip to who knows where. Unfortunately, in many such related cases, you're plagued with it, until you master the grimoire itself. ”

“You mean I’m going to be stuck like this?” her mouth fell.

Eris nodded. “It’s now tied to your soul. So Until you learn to control it, then yes, only then can you dispel it.”

Calia quivered.

“Tell me, Calia, what exactly did I hope to gain here?”

Should she be honest? What if Eris couldn’t be trusted? “I need something, anything, I’m being forced into an arranged marriage I don’t want that, I thought, if I could become more powerful I’d…that the grimoire would.” she sighed.

“You seek freedom, an admirable goal, a woman should know her worth, however, what are you willing to sacrifice to escape the chains of the Argentum family”

She approached, Calia, her hands trailing all over her body.

“Option A: I leave you in the hands of the academy. The other students would most certainly find out. The academy will want to keep its hands clean and send you back to your estate. I get a little slap on the wrist, as the ownership of the book belongs to me.”

Calia shook her head. It was certain doom for her. Arabella did not like magic in the slightest, it’s why they had a resident templar, just in case, a mage caused chaos. She could see herself entrapped or being laid plaid at the mercy of her adopted mother. 

“Option B: You become my assistant, my apprentice so to speak, bound yourself to me by the way of a pact, I’ll ensure…that you’re protected, but like any master and student, we’d be tied together. Sometimes we would be working together.”

Calia stiffened her fists under the bonded rope. She didn’t want to be tied to one person or place– she sought liberation. 

Eris leaned forward, her voice was soft as silk. “Think, You’re in no position to refuse it. Two years maximum. I can even pull some strings, maybe, keep you away from them. But you have to make a choice now."

It wasn’t much of a choice. But it was better than being a freak.

“Ok,” Calia said. 

It wasn’t much of a defeat, but it was an unknown path. She'd be close to a bloodsucker, constantly, one who thought her magic dick tasted good.

“You need to be more firm, you’re words hold more weight than you think. Say it with certainty.”

“Yes…I’ll join you in a pact...” 

Eris's expression changed. “Good.” she stepped forward, unbinding Ilse from the ropes, and helping her to her feet. Then she stripped her own clothes away, her velvet dress, kicking off her heels. Revealing her bare naked self–Calia’s stares breathless. 

Her body was like a painted canvas, her skin pale like porcelain, and her plump breasts round and ample. Her nipples looked absolutely savory to suck on. Her hips flared as she turned, a literal unholy bosom. 

Calia had a surge of jealousy morphing inside her. She wanted a body Like Eris had. And she wanted to touch and taste her all over her skin. 

Her hands drifted towards her crotch, and she started touching herself, semi-consciously. Curious about what it was like to jerk oneself off.

She'd only played with Arabella's concubine cocks for her 'marital training.'

Eris didn't seem to mind. But she frowned as she retrieved a piece of chalk, and then she drew a huge octogram on the wooden floor. 

“Place your hands in the circle,” she commanded. Calia complied swiftly, her cock dangling as she sat down. Magic hummed in response to her presence. The drawn-out symbol flickers like a beacon.

"This binding is more than magic Calia—it is a vow. Socially, morally, sexually. Do you accept it?"

Calia hesitates, eyes flickering with uncertainty. “What… exactly does this entail?”

Eris shifted her head. “Submission. Devotion. And in time—power.”

She took a deep breath. This was going to turn her life upside down. In more ways than one, she stared at her twitching penis? 

What other choice do I have?

“I do.”

Eris stepped forward, pressing her body into Calia’s. Calia was reluctant and shy, as their breasts touched. 

"Closer. We must make full contact."

Then she gasps as Eris takes her face, in her delicate hands, tilting her chin upward- she kissed her on the lips. It was intoxicating, the embrace. Eris's tongue found hers and tangled their saliva mixing, and then something dark surged inside Calia. 

Her cock stiffened again, painfully, as the magic took hold. 

Eris pulled back, the saliva dripping from her lips. There was a wicked look in her eyes. She started whispering. “Now, I want you to fuck me with your cock. It’s the only way you’ll master your “curse”.

"What!?"

"Fuck me hard, you know you want to."

Calia bit her lip.

She gave in, as Eris Sultry's voice leaned against her ear. Biting it softly, her sharpness making her ear sting slightly, she nibbles on her ears, licking inside. 

Then she bared her fangs, tongue licking down her face and unto her neck, sinking them into the side of her throat–She claimed her blood.

Calia blinked. She was deriving sexual pleasure from this, feeding her vampiric tutor. Her shaft grew again, it touched Eris’s soft belly, and Calia started sliding it against her stomach. Eris bore it without complaints.