Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-28718853-20190417132101/@comment-35836714-20190622191851

It was a dark and sinister night when the mage tried to cross a demon realm in order to get to his next destination the royal magic academias library. There he hoped to find new spells and research to help him gain even more power, so that he would reach his goal of becoming an archmage. However unfortunately for him demon realms a known to "swallow" men like torrential straams and many even more powerful men never came back after entering one.

To him this was a risk worth to take, as the academia he sought was the best in the western hemisphere, excluding the sabbath libraries of course, but he could never get behind how a grown man could show "interest" in these little girls. Nontheless he had to cut across this accursed land, for it was the fastest way and any detour would at least take him a few weeks at best.

Up to this point everything went just as planned and there were no activities from the monsters in the forrest, but that soon changed as he noticed a shadow gliding above him as he made his way through. At first he tought a harpy had followed him, but even in this moonless night he would be able to stop one of them, so it had to be something else. He knew that the thing following him could attack anytime, thats why he started to cast a variety of defensive spells as well as some strengthening spells.

After at least 10 minutes of silent pursuit the mage noticed a change, the shadow had changed its path and started its attack. He tried to feign carelessness as long as he could only to strike with one of his strongest fire spells when his pursuer was at the perfect distance. A clean hit and the mage thought that it was over, but suddenly he got attacked by a black substance coming from the wall of smoke before him. The goo started to expand when it came in contact with his skin and all of his spells were useless against it, no the even nurtured the mucus making it grow even faster.

When he was completely enveloped by it, his body begun to change almost as if it where melting down to a pile, with it came that strange sensation at first it felt hot and one could mistake it for pain, but soon it became pleasuring to an insane degree. The mage had known the pleasure of the flesh, yet what he felt now was on a whole other level, all of his sensoric organs were on overdrive and couldn't even process what was happening. Then he felt her warmth enveloping him, guiding him, pleasuring him, the creature that had attacked and caused this phenomenon was now the one helping him cope with the unnatural sensation he experienced.

After what felt like hours of pleasure the mage had finally recovered some of his sense and when he "woke" up he felt like a new men or even something else entirely.

(I know its a bit long, but i kinda lost myself while writing. i do sure hope it enjoyable for you all as well.)