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UWS: 1.12 - Curiosity
🕑 Added 2025-02-02 13:16:51 +0000 UTCThey slipped out of the dorm room, their steps measured, and the creek of the door cackled as if taunting them. They Peeked in, once as to make sure Yana and Piper were asleep. Yana would be against this operation, and Piper’s manic pixie energy would make sure the town of Maplethistle heard them from here.
The Hallway was quiet, on the upper floor, bar a few lights that streaked out under the doorways. Soft murmurs lingered, and the sound of soft instruments, likely a flute being played in solitude.
Stepping down the stairs, Calia’s eyes drifted around anxiously, Sylphia who was taller than her by a large margin, scouted ahead confidently.
Why exactly they couldn’t fuck around past 12, Calia couldn’t understand, they were adults, if the academy feared reckless students, then it’s nothing a reprimand would stop. Unless it was unsafe inside the academy.
The cold bit at their skin, the night outside bitter cold, it felt as though the air was magically charged. Which would make sense, if you had more than 50 students with magically charged bodies lumped in a single area.
Sylphia whispers to her as they cross the distance to the classrooms.
“Where exactly do you plan on going, and why won’t you tell me? Her voice was filled with some suspicion and her eyes were a bit droopy.
Maybe she shouldn’t have come along, while she trusted her, she did have a lax attitude about her and she stuck out like a sore face.
Calia offered her smirk. “I just want to check out something, we can leave shortly after. It’ll be quick.”
She scoffed, but gave Calia a side eye, then bit her lip. “You’re not planning to undress me and slam me against a desk, are you? That would be fun.”
Calia giggled. “Not tonight,”
As they hopped and skipped through the academy’s courtyard, shadows twirled and spun with a life of their own under flickering lanterns.
The cobblestone they walked on felt uneasy as if the academy itself was alive.
Small light orbs hovered in the air whispering and wiggling. Zipping and zapping, small energy particles. Blue, yellow, white, red.
“Look calia, willow wisps, beautiful aren’t they.”
“I see, them, Sylphie,” she said her voice low. “I was told that they possess the souls of spirited away victims, the souls of the unfortunate doomed to drift away forever.”
Sylphia giggled. “No, don’t be silly. They're just a lesser form of fae. Back home, they often light up the sky for days.”
“Really, I’d like to see that one day,” Calia said a bit somberly.
“Perhaps, I’ll steal you myself, make you my wife. That way you won’t have to marry some fool.”
Calia blushed, amused, but she didn't want to intertwine with a whole different culture.
As they approached the doors of the Academy. Calia noticed several figures, all students slipping into the woods, soft giggles erupting from them.
Sylphia, squinted, making them out. “It’s your classmates, some of them, it looks like the Anora girl, you don’t like to talk about.”
Calia mumbled something foul. At the center of the group, she made out the distinct frame of Eira, the loner girl from class. “Where the fuck are they going?”
Sylphia leaned closer, angling her body so they couldn’t be spotted.
“Judging by the posture of the one in the middle, I’d say it's they're on their way to participate in a hazing ritual.”
Calia clenched her hands. She wanted to pursue Eira, as a potential ally in this strange climate. But it seems Anora would get to her first. Did the girl need help? Should she intervene? Tell Anora to keep her hands off her.
Or…no.
She came out here for a reason, what if she loses this opportunity again?
Sorry, Eira.
But she needed to prioritize her own interests. It was selfish, it was cruel, still, they might’ve been wrong, and maybe…Eira was a part of their little gang.
She’ll deal with Anora another day. The glowing book was her only focus. Whatever it possessed inside its covers, she wanted it.
“Let’s move on before we get caught.”
Sylphia nodded.
They passed the classrooms and maneuvered toward the semi-sealed abandoned and unused rooms. She spotted the room, the Gothic teacher had disappeared in. The door was closed, but there was no sign of it being trapped or locked of my runes or glyphs or wards.
“Is that it?” Sylvia asked. “I don’t know about this, is sneaking here necessary, I’m pretty sure, these rooms are off-limits.
Calia nodded. “They are, but there’s something I need to see here. Stay around here, please if hear a teacher or a sentry walking, whistle to me or something.
Outside, through the windows she spotted some of those sentries, though they stuck to the outskirts of the Academy. Stone birds with blue gemed eyes, a little bit of life was breathed into them like most golems were, giving them a spark of sentience.
If she did anything to alert them, Someone would be on her like a moth to an erupting flame.
“Why are you so eager to sneak in?” Sylphia asked. “What's in there that you don’t want to speak about,"
"I’ll show you if you shut up and keep watch.”
Sylphia blew her lips and walked off.
Calia was almost disappointed, according to what they were told, security would be tighter and yet it was open as a storm drain. She wouldn't say no to good blessings.
She felt the handle of the door, fiddling with it. It’s open not locked. Did Eris close it earlier, did she “appear” in the same spot she disappeared from? Calia wondered.
Then, a massive stone bird swooped into the hallway, she panicked, rushing inside, and shutting the door behind her.
She listened attentively, just in case Sylphia got caught, but nothing came.
The room was darkened, lit only by the moonlight that invaded its small and tall windows. There in the bookshelf, the glowing grimore rests among other old books. It pulsated slowly, as she approached growing faster, and faster, and faster until it finally stopped flickering light as she stood in front of her.
It called out to her, like something primal, something old.
She took it out of the shelves. Dust thick as ash flew off it, making her cough.
She flipped through hundreds of foreign symbolic languages, slithered across the page, most incomprehensible, some pages missing, yet the imagery was hypnotic.
Every page was like some kind of sexual guide. All manner of sexual positions stayed laid out, anatomical to ritualistic orgies, blood-soaked signs illustrated in crimson. Pure ecstasy, desirable wonders. Magic hummed from every page, but one particular page drew her in.
She felt her crotch hyper-stimulated. Pulsating as her fingers were led to a particular page. An exaggerated illustration of a large penis on a woman’s body drew her in. [Lilith’s kiss] flared. It spread inwards becoming hot. She felt it in all her nerves.
She started stripping her clothes, she was warm, too warm. Disoriented, her breath quickened. Her heart started to race.
She heard knocking at the door, her name was called out. “Calia!”
It was sylphia and she struggled to open it.
She didn’t respond.
Then blackness took her. Her world became weightless, she hovered in unknown space, the boundary between worlds itself, she felt a heavy presence surround her to consume her.
Her mind locked, she couldn’t move only drift.
A shadow loomed over her. Feminine, muscular. She couldn’t tell. It held her tightly, gripping her arms. Like an incubus or a succubus, It spread open her legs, penetrating her with its thick length, then thrusting her into drifting space. Consuming her from the inside out.
She moaned.
Pleasure for sustenance.
It was blissful. She wanted it, she craved more of it, she feared it.
Then she woke up.
Soft tapping could be heard in front of her, her eyes slowly regaining their vision. She locked eyes with a person in front of her. And it wasn't Sylphia.
The room was lit by a candlelight, and Eris stood there. Her gothic and pale face is illuminated by highlights of the moon.
“You made a horrible mistake Miss Argentum,”
Calia remained strangely calm, whatever euphoric sensation she felt kept her indifferent to her current peril.
“Um…I can explain...I think.”
“No you can’t, look at yourself,” she spat. “Take a good long look at yourself. Then ask yourself, how it is possible for a woman to grow a phallus?"
Calia stared at herself, she sat naked on the floor, her clothes removed and thrown around the room.
She twitched. A strange foreign sensation enveloped her her crotch. She gawked. She looked down to see a cock, stuck to her body, veined and glowing, there was even a subset of balls. Her [lilith’s kiss] was going rampant.
At first, the penis was small, and then it started rising. It was 4 inches, and then it started growing and growing.
“This is not…. what I suspected, Miss Calia, We were warned that you may have unorthodox behaviors due to your condition, but I didn’t expect you to mess with things you didn’t understand. Eris murmured. “This calls for swift punishment.”
Eris bared her fangs, long and sharp and inhuman.
She's a vampire!
A memory briefly flickered in her head. On the first day, Piper had said that she saw a bat in the field and that it could've been a vampire. She thought it was a ridiculous statement at the time but now...
“I sent your friend to your dorm room, and told her she would be barred from punishment, provided she kept her mouth shut about what she saw. But you have presented me with a problem I can't ignore.”
Calia winced.
“We’ll have no interruptions, any time soon, perhaps it’s time for a... private lesson.”
Her cock jumped, in response to her words, and she swallowed the lump in her throat.
She thought she came here for potential power, dark magic which could propel her ahead of her peers, she did not expect to grow a cock. How would she hid this from the Argentums, if the day comes?
