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Posted: 2020-08-08 08:15:05
by Hypnorgasm - Size: 1280x1042
- Source: www.furaffinity.net/view/36474229/
- Rating: Explicit
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The Academia was overwhelmingly strict if you were an alumni. Endless homework. Cold, calculating professors. A faculty of omnipresent eyes, eager to dismantle its students over the slightest taste of failure. He was a star pupil, nervous, impressionable, talented, but completely unprepared for the big test that was going to decide the rest of his life.
Maybe that’s why it was so easy to be tempted by the book. Its promises of infinite knowledge. A quick, easy summon. And then he’d send the ghost back. Yes. He’d heard the horror stories. He’d known how things could go wrong. But he was a wizard. He could handle it. He knew he could handle it.
Things went well at first, the ghost just politely answering all of his questions, little by little. Then the spirit started asking questions of his own. Asking the pupil if they were stressed out. If they really wanted to be a wizard. The ghost began to look the alumni in the eyes, and the raccoon’s head began to feel fuzzier.
He started to feel wrong. Whispers in his head. Little temptations. Telling him to be obedient. But why? What was happening? Was the ghost turning on him? He had the chance to do something, but then his mind momentarily entertained one of these temptations, looking so eagerly into the ghost’s eyes. He couldn’t stop. Not even as the ghost lifted that robe up, and pushed that underwear down, revealing what was underneath.
As the evil spectre toyed with that ever hardening wizard dick, thoughts of worship, subservience, obedience all entered his head. This was wrong. He didn’t want to be an evil minion. He had such a promising future ahead of him! A proper wizard! Yet, his whole life, he had done only what others had asked him to.
The ghost man’s belly looked so terribly inviting. The idea of serving such a wonderfully domineering creature, doing his bidding… giving up all control. God. He was so hard. Yet his brain almost felt better than his dick did. The idea of darkness. Of giving in. The idea of letting go of everything felt so tantalizing. It was the void. The void was calling to him. The darkness was overtaking him. It was so powerful, and he was so, so weak.
No. He had to resist. This was a mistake. A terrible, mortifying mistake. He would NEVER be able to come back from this. He would be yet another horror story. A fallen wizard. Nothing but a simple, stress-free minion, who would have the chance to love and absolutely adore his tainted, dirty master. No more worries. No more homework. No more expectations. Just an eager, happy ghost, who belonged to the forces of darkness. So easy to cum. Having his dick fondled like this was so nice.
As the ghost’s eyes pounded, and pounded the pupil’s brain with temptation and influence, the ghost-to-be let out a relaxed, comfy little smile.
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