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Posted: 2020-08-09 08:00:15
by Hypnorgasm - Size: 1268x2157
- Source: www.furaffinity.net/view/37585415/
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Oh, the things he’d do for that student… he grumbled, thinking over how promising the raccoon had been. Out of all the irresponsible mongrels in his classroom, he was the one that never got into trouble. Now look at them! Drooling at the bastard’s side, like a plus-one! How, how could they have made such an egregious mistake?
What? Was it the pressure? Sure, there was a certain responsibility that came with becoming a full wizard, but surely that wouldn’t have been enough to rely on such vile, dark magic! Was it the monotony of everyday learning? The professor supposed that, perhaps, maybe the world of regulated, lawful magic did have a certain way of wearing you down. Sometimes, he did wonder if there was a way to let loose. Let it all go.
He barely snapped out of that line of thought when he saw the ghost’s glowing eyes in-front of him.
What? What did they want? Was this how they got you? Was it really that easy to fall under the spectre’s charming spell? To want to fall under-... No, no, no! Oh, no! Come to think of it, no, he hadn’t ever come eye to eye with a ghast like this before, let alone challenged one in a duel! Surely the professor wouldn’t be that easily swayed by the sweet whispers of a ghast’s temptation.
And how sweet they were, the professor had to admit, continuing his descent into the ghost’s colorful eyes. Oh, if he just kept gazing into those eyes, he could fight off those temptations, break free of this enchantment. Finally, relax. Let loose. Free himself of those terrible responsibilities. This awful, soulless, empty environment that cursed him and would continue to curse him.
Was this the correct line of thought? He was fighting it, wasn’t he? That terrible spell that imprisoned him for two decades of his life. Decades he would never get back. He didn’t realize how good it felt to fight back. It felt absolutely wonderful. His student had already fought back and won, and just look at how happy they were.
Fight back, professor.
The professor moaned. He was so close. So close to breaking free. All he had to do was keep looking. Keep letting the ghost fill his head with these wonderful thoughts. These thoughts, gently lifting the weights that had burdened his mind away, making his head feel so light. He felt so good. He felt so good. He was going to be free.
Give in to the spell.
All he had to do was give in. Stop fighting. Let the ghost charm him with his magic. There was no reason to fight back. It felt so good to listen. Let the spirit transform him. Contort him. Fuck his mind away. Be a good imp. Be obedient. This is your master. You love your master.
So, cum.
Out it went. Out went all the koala spooge, and out went the koala. Cum, staining those books - all those awful books that he’d used to treat as scripture. It’d just felt too wonderful. That horrible, red aura, massaging away all of his inhibitions like a blanket. A warm, comfortable blanket that wrapped itself around the entire body, and wiped away all the awful, disagreeable thoughts that he’d had before.
He’d hadn’t understood that look of perpetual ecstasy on the raccoon’s face before, but now, it was the only thing that made sense to him. The only thing that he’d ever have to worry about was pleasing his master, and right now, that felt like the easiest, most carefree thing in the world.
To hell with academia! To hell with responsibility! This was it. This was the way to live! And he was living it! He was going to live it, for the rest of eternity! And he sure had a lot of living to do!
The imp moaned wildly as he was punished by that wonderful ghast. He was a dunce. And luckily for him, he’d get to be a dunce forevermore.