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The Dusk Spirit (Part 1)
🕑 Added 2024-11-25 23:25:34 +0000 UTCProbably a 3 or 4 part TG possession comic. I'm still working on the later panels, but it will probably go hard for poor Max. I'm still deciding on just how hard... and deep for that matter.
Max had always been the kind of student who spent more time pretending to study than actually doing it. The university library, with its labyrinthine stacks of old books and the faint scent of musty paper, was less a place of knowledge to him and more an escape from his cramped dorm and the expectations of the world outside. He didn’t hate learning, per se—he just found distractions more satisfying. And today, distraction found him.
It was a particularly dusty corner of the library where Max stumbled upon a collection of books with titles that seemed plucked from a fantasy novel: Rem de Fae, Novis et Occultis Usu, and other ancient tomes with gilded covers and cryptic lettering. His curiosity, fueled by a mix of boredom and his overactive imagination, got the better of him. He flipped open Rem de Fae and found himself staring at delicate illustrations of shimmering beings described as "Dusk Spirits."
The book claimed these spirits were ancient fae who lingered between twilight and darkness, mischievous entities tasked with delivering poetic justice to those who squandered their potential—or, as the book put it, "mortal fools who dare waste the precious seconds of their fleeting lives." They were known to take liberties with their punishments, often acting on whims as much as justice, and their true forms were rarely seen. Max, with his typical skepticism, rolled his eyes and flipped to the next page.
“That’s ridiculous,” he muttered to himself. Thinking he was alone, he started masturbating.
Of course, he wasn't alone.
Perched invisibly atop one of the shelves, legs crossed in a languid pose, was Rem. The dusk spirit. She had been drifting aimlessly through the mortal world when she felt the tug of reality, a delicate thread pulling her toward the voice. Summoning a dusk spirit wasn’t easy; it required an unusual combination of circumstances—curiosity, disbelief, and just enough arrogance to provoke their interest.
And Max, as it turned out, had all three in spades. She watched him with interest, and then she decided, for the first time in a hundred years, that she'd take on a new... project.
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Ashes
Go hard and deep 😈
