Inheritance

Inheritance

Seeing the dark, writhing mass of tentacles and inky blackness that hovered in front of the door she was heading for brought Tori up short. Eyeing it suspiciously, she flicked a blue-eyed glance up and down the corridor, searching for any sign of someone else in this area of the library... but found none. Which meant she was in a corridor, alone, with a thing from another dimension that as far as she was concerned, had no excuse to be here.

<Heyheyhey! I'm meant to be here! Do do anything...>

The voice sliding into her mind was familiar, and told her exactly who it was she was looking at, but also carried more than a hint of resignation toward the end.

<Oh, who am I kidding. You'll probably blow me up just for the fun of it.>

"Tempting."

For a moment or two, she considered doing just that. It wouldn't actually hurt the irritating little tit, but there was no denying the amusement it would bring. Sadly, also paperwork, given the amount of power needed to have any decent effect would also mess up the corridor, and the Academy frowned on that sort of thing without good reason.

A little reluctantly, she unclenched her fist, letting the Essence gathering around it fade away again as she eyed the apparition suspiciously.

"Why are you not in a box somewhere, Bob? And don't tell me the Archdean actually bought that crap about you wanting to stick around and be useful."

Instead of saying anything, Bob's form shifted a bit, and a length of ribbon dropped out from somewhere inside him, weighted down by the gleaming medallion hanging from one end. Even over the couple of yards that separated them, Tori could make out the shimmering engraving that covered one side of it, and she could see the symbols it formed.

"Oh, you are fucking kidding me."

<Nope,> Bob replied somewhat smugly, <I work here now.>

There was a second or two where he looked like he was glancing toward the door behind him, then he let out a delicate little cough as he reeled the medallion back into... Wherever he kept it.

<Or I will be, once Professor Teagan finishes... conferring.>

Tori brushed a stray strand of blond hair back into place, and gave him a mildly curious look. Then she frowned as she started listing a bit more intently. The door made it hard to make out, but there were definitely sounds of something going on in the room beyond. With a soft sigh, she leaned up against the wall, absently smoothing the fabric of her grey dress as she settled in to wait along with Bob for the Professor to finish his... conference.

"Makes sense to put you with him," she said after a minute or so.

<I thought so, but to be honest I'm just happy to be able to stick around. And not under the care of the gorillas working for the Magical Incident Response department. I had quite enough of their hospitality when I got here.>

With delicate snort of amusement, Tori shrugged. She could well believe that, given what she'd seen and heard when she'd been called in to see them in the wake of Bob's arrival. What surprised her was the fact that at no point had he made any reference at all - to anyone - to what had happened before the MIR guys had showed up...

<I much preferred the hospitality you showed me when->

Ah. There it was.

"Button it, noodle boy."

There was an undeniable sense of smirking coming off of the tentacle monster, and Tori spared him a irritated glance as they fell into silence. It didn't last long, however, and the pair of them stopped loafing about when the door opened to reveal the big, bearded, bearlike form of Professor Teagan - who, Tori thought, looked almost indecently pleased with himself.

"Ah, excellent! Come in, come in, both of you."

With an expansive wave, he beckoned them to follow him as he turned and headed back into the room. Following Bob, which she had little choice over since he was closets to the door, Tori glanced around as she entered. Here and there, assorted papers and artifacts dotted the place, giving the room an absent-minded, almost messy air, one that was fairly typical of the Professor in her experience. Also not overly surprising was the sight of one of the Professor's very good-looking assistants blushing as he worked to fasten his belt. Given his rather dishevelled appearance, and the clear patch on the top of the room's desk, it wasn't hard to work out what had been going on.

"Conferring", huh? That's one way to describe it.

She glanced at Teagan, a ghost of a smile on her lips, and the Professor answered it with a shrug and a grin before waving to the bits and pieces he'd brought back from his last field trip. Bob had already drifted over toward a stack of papers, extending a tendril to start leafing through them, humming to himself in the sort of way that Tori just knew was going to get annoying after a while.

"Dig in," Teagan said amiably, "there's plenty to get through."

"Any more of them have 'demons' inside?" Tori asked with a dry smile, and the Professor's expression sobered instantly.

"No. We had them all thoroughly checked."

She considered that for a few seconds, then shrugged. "Pity. I was half hoping we'd find one that was more fun than him."

She nodded toward Bob as she said the last part, and was rewarded with some grumpy muttering from him. Satisfied with that for the moment, she ambled over toward on interesting-looking piece of antiquity and lifted it carefully from the table. Turning it over in her hands, she studied it for a minute or two as the others got to work as well, then set it back down and picked up the weathered stone tablet that lay beside it.

With a muttered curse, she glared at the thing when an edge nicked her skin, then looked over at the Professor when he asked what was wrong.

"Hmm? Oh, nothing, just not paying enough attention."

Which was the same reason she failed to notice the way the carved script on the tablet seemed to shimmer with energy for a second as the pinprick of blood that had been drawn simply melted into the stone.

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Rhythmic drumming fills the air from somewhere else in the temple, incense drifting in delicate, sweet-smelling clouds as a robed figure steps into the chamber. Light from the torches lining the walls glints off of his shaven head as he bows deeply and approaches the finely carved throne that stands as a richly appointed centrepiece to the ornate room.

From her place on the throne, the woman eyes the newcomer with unveiled contempt, idly considering whether or not she could be bothered unleashing her power on him, just because she could. By the time he reaches the foot of the dais her throne sat upon, eyes downcast in a proper show of deference, she's decided not to waste the effort.

After all, that same power is why her 'peers' will have sent him. It wasn't as if they dared be in her presence themselves, after all, but when they send their minions to her, it's for a reason.

"High Priestess," he says respectfully. "The Divine Emperor requests your favour."

She looks at him curiously, wondering just what the inbred fool who thought he ruled the Aplethan lands would want from her. Something spectacular, no doubt, designed to impress some dignitary or other - or even just himself - with the range of power the Priesthood commanded.

It would relive the boredom, if nothing else, she supposes. And she has, after all, thought up a few new applications of Essence that need testing.

"Tell me," she commands, reclining in her throne as the underling starts to explain what is desired of her. As she suspected, it is nothing particularly taxing, at least in terms of creativity. On the other hand, the sheer size of the display sounds like it might be an interesting challenge.

As her visitor carries on speaking, her attention wanders to a startlingly plain table set against one of the chamber's walls. As far as she is concerned, what lays upon it is the most interesting challenge she's ever faced, and it is entirely self-imposed. Taking all the ways of manipulating Essence that she has learned, flows that so very few have ever managed to survive trying to weave, and distilling the knowledge into a form that will bestow that power upon a worthy successor...

Yes, challenging indeed. And a way to make sure her line does not die with her. In a manner of speaking, at least.

"Enough," she commands, shifting her attention back to the messenger still babbling away, cutting him off carelessly in mid word. "I will attend the Divine Emperor at my convenience, and grant him his favour."

"I am certain he will be most appreciative, High Priestess."

"Naturally," she drawls. "Who wouldn't?"

He is at least bright enough not to try and answer that, which raises him a few notches in her estimation. Not enough for her to consider him worth the effort of treating as an actual person, true, but still..

In fact, as she takes a minute to properly look him over, he's actually not that bad a specimen. Certainly a step up from the eunuchs her peers usually send her way. It was almost as if they were purposefully denying her the chance for a little entertainment - but not this time. This time, she take the first part of the payment for her 'favour', and if the Divine Idiot had a problem with that...? Well, that was just tough shit, now wasn't it?

Reaching out with a tiny flow of Essence, she taps into the messenger's thoughts, sensing the masculine appreciation he has for her form. She smiles slightly, pleased to find that she doesn't have to work past any tedious details like a preference for boys or some such. She rises to her feet, and he immediately drops to his knees, keeping his eyes on the ground as was proper. He doesn't even twitch as she runs a finger lightly across his bald head, which speaks well of his self-control.

Not that she has any interest in him having any of that left by the time she's done.

A simple flicker of power has the fastenings of her already sheer and skimpy robes falling away, the silken fabric sliding sensuously over dark skin as it pools on the ground around her feet. The sense of his interest spikes as he sees the material fall, and she smiles again, this time a far more predatory expression as she uses that stream of Essence to slowly drive his arousal higher. So high, in fact, that sweat has begun to bead on his skin by the time his control snaps and he lifts his gaze to the nakedness she is displaying before him.

So very simple, she thinks to herself as she lays a hand on his head and pulls it to her, parting her legs just enough for him to get where she wants him. Just to be sure, she weaves a flow of Essence into her own body, ensuring that the wetness already pooling between her thighs would be the single most addictive taste he could ever conceive.

Of course, she's going to have to make sure he's in a fit state when she's done with him to actually deliver her response to his message. A pesky little detail, true, but one that it paid to remember...

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Dream and reality blurred as Tori shifted on her bed, covers kicked aside to try and relieve the heat that seemed to radiate off of her. With the silent darkness of he room warring with the carnal fantasy unfolding in her mind, she was barely aware of it when she grabbed a handful of her nightdress, the thin fabric already clinging to her skin, and dragged it upward. Legs falling apart, she wasted no time at all in slipping fingers inside herself, driving her body to match the rising sensations unfolding in the dreamlike vision that was playing out behind her tightly closed eyes.

With only the vaguest idea what she was doing, she let herself get lost in the sensations, both real and imagined, until they merged in a single, burning moment that seemed to stretch out forever.

When she finally came back to her senses, she lay there, flat on her back, breathing heavily as her body trembled in the wake of the climax that had just torn through her, and wondering just what the hell had brought that on. Letting her head roll to one side, she let out a soft laugh of relief that at least her room mate was still out, sparing her from a no-doubt cranky telling off for having woken her up. And wake Kel up she most definitely would have, given the way her throat was a bit sore from the cries she could dimly recall having let out.

"Okay," she muttered to herself. "That was... weird."

Though having spent all day working with the others on the Alpethan artifacts they'd been cataloguing, she could just about understand why all the imagery that had seeped into her head. Why her brain had then decided to cook it all up into a fantasy like that one, though, was more of a mystery... but not one she was in any hurry to try and puzzle out.

Instead, she was more bothered by the fact she still felt hot and, well, bothered. Not to mention a bit thirsty. Annoyingly, when she hauled herself upright, a simple glance told her that she'd forgotten to refill the water jug they kept in here. She toyed with the idea of just refilling it in the bathroom, but couldn't make herself interested in doing it. Instead, she wanted to head downstairs, get something from the dormitory's shared kitchen.

Or maybe it was the idea of finding some company down there, even at this time of night, that drew her. Someone to kill a few minutes chatting with, distracting herself from the fact that she still felt... Twitchy.

She was still trying to decide when she realised she was already stepping through the door into the common room, running a glance around the room and the half dozen fellow students that were lounging around. Most of them didn't react to her arrival at all, though Tenker, the heavy-set orc who was puttering around at the little bar they'd somehow managed to get away with installing, paid more attention.

"Hey, Tori. Thought you'd turned in for the night."

She didn't say anything, simply watching him in silence as his gaze ran over her, taking particular note, she saw, of the way her nightdress clung to her skin. She could feel his interest in what he saw, and something inside her wanted to reach out, to take hold of that interest and-

"Maybe she wants you to tuck her in."

The wry, not-quite-mocking tone came from the night-skinned elf in the corner, who'd looked up from her book and was eyeing the pair of them with a glint of humour. Or maybe a hint of something more than just humour...

Tori didn't say a word. In fact, she wasn't sure she was able to. Instead, she was almost vibrating with an energy that seemed to have come out of nowhere the instant she'd entered the room. It was coming from somewhere inside of her, somewhere deep, and it wanted out. It wanted out now.

And she simply could not stop herself from setting it free.

Lifting hand, she wove a flow of Essence in a way that she'd never imagined doing before, even though it felt somehow natural to do it that way. Even though it seemed to scrape across her nerves like jagged, red hot wire, when it latched onto Terek, the shiver of sensual delight that rippled through her more than made up for it. In the corner, Levelle, her dark elven sense for magic no doubt flaring, surged to her feet, moving as if she planned to try and do something to stop what Tori was doing - but she got no further than that before another strand of Essence shot out and wrapped itself around her.

Within seconds, more flows than Tori had ever woven at once had flashed outward from her, linking everyone in the room in an intricate web of energy, capturing them within her will and making sure each and every one of them was paying their utmost attention as she slipped the thin straps of her nightdress off of her shoulders and drew th whole thing downward. By the time she let it fall, arousal had already begun to rise amongst most of the males in the room, and the web she'd woven let her spread it around, triggering just the same interest and excitement in Levelle, the other girl in the room, and the remaining guy - who was normally far more interested in his own sex.

It felt so easy, as if there was nothing in the world more natural than what she was doing, even though the heat inside her built to almost feverish levels, and every part of her felt like it was on fire from the ragged touch of the Essence flows she'd created. None of that mattered, though. It was nothing, a tiny distraction compared to the driving urge to put what she'd created in this room to good use.

Slowly, making sure everyone got a good view of what she was doing, she ran the tip of a finger down the front of her body, tracing a line from the hollow at the base of her throat, down between he breasts, and still further, over her flat belly and through the soft, downy hair between her legs. She could feel the almost breathless anticipation coming off of everyone around her as that finger dipped lower... then slipped ever so slowly inside.

"You're not ready yet," she breathed, and a subtle shift in the web of Essence made it abundantly clear to all just what she meant. The response was... satisfying. As she watched, idly teasing the wetness of her slit as her other hand caressed it's way across her chest, clothes were ditched in a hurry. Most of her new toys simply hauled them off and dumped them, though Terek took his time to make sure everything was neatly folded, and Levelle pulled a knife from somewhere and simply sliced her dress open down the front, shrugging the two halves away as she stowed the blade somewhere convenient - stabbed an inch deep into the nearest tabletop.

"Much better," Tori said with a happy purr, then shivered and let out a tiny moan as she drew her finger out of herself once more, making sure to drag it straight over the sensitive nub of her clit as she did so. Lifting it to her lips, she licked it clean of her own wetness and considered what should happen next.

The image of what she wanted formed in her mind, and with a hungry smile, she pushed it outward across the web, slipping it into the minds of those around her. Like the good, obedient little salves the Essence had made them, they were all too happy to help make that image a reality.

As Terek laid one of the girls on her back across a table, she wrapped her legs around him to pull him close, whilst letting her head fall back so that another eager cock could slide into her ready mouth. Levelle hooked a leg around the feet of another of the guys, sending him sprawling, then lowered herself onto him, and within seconds his tongue was probing and licking at the ebony folds of her cunt as she wrapped her lips around the head of his shaft and started sucking him deeply into her throat.

That only left one of the boys and Tori herself unattended, and she beckoned him over as she knelt gracefully next to where the head of of Levelle's happy victim lay. Reaching out, she laid her hands on the drow's slim hips, then paused, frowning in thought for second before getting to her feet again.

She walked over to the table where Terek was taking his time filling the wet and willing pussy that was presented to him, laying a hand on his broad chest and pushing him backward. He looked a little annoyed at her interruption, but that faded when she simply gave him a smile and a mental flash of what she had in mind. With a wave, she called the spare boy over, and he took the hint quickly enough when she reached down to spread the folds of table-girl's slit open for him. Watching as the blunt head of his dick pushed into her, hearing the muffled groan that came out of her mouth as she was filled from both ends, had Tori shivering in anticipation, and she took hold of Terek's shaft, leading him literally by the dick as she went back over to where she'd been.

This time, when she knelt down, hands stroking across Levelle's backside, she lifted her own and gave Terek clear access to where she wanted him. The orc didn't hesitate at all, and as Tori leaned forward to run the tip of her tongue across Levelle's tight asshole, her eyes nearly rolled back in her head as she moaned with pleasure at the way Terek's thick length pressed into her, filling her completely as he buried himself as deeply in her cunt as he could go.

With a pleasantly big orcish dick driving into her, the scent of drow pussy filling her nose as she probed and licked at the elf's puckered hole with her tongue, the sound of the girl on the table being thoroughly fucked by the pair she was entertaining, all of it combined to fill Tori's sense. The rising tide of pleasure building within her actually seemed to make the burning heat die down, but that was only because a wholly different sort of heat was driving her now.

Awareness of anything but the sensual pleasure flooding into her through the web of Essence faded away, and Tori lost rack of everything except flashes of what was going on in the room. Terek unloading into her pussy with a roar. Levelle trading cum-filled kisses with the other girl as she drove her hips back against the cocks invading her cunt and ass. The taste of sweet female nectar as she buried her tongue in a soaking slit. The feeling of hard, pulsing shafts in her hands as she stoked them, the jets of cum they released spattering themselves across her skin.

The last in a chain of mind-blowing orgasms that sent her over the edge, screaming into darkness.

---

With the warm fuzziness of a good sleep wrapped around her brain, Tori blinked her way awake and looked around. For a few moments, she had no idea at all why she wasn't in her bed, but then little details started to register. Little details like the scent of sex that filled the air, the fact that she was laid on the floor of the dormitory common room, the tangle of naked bodies that still lay in peaceful slumber around her...

The unmistakable feeling of a shield wrapped around her, cutting off any ability to weave Essence in any way, and the figure stood in the doorway, a dark, hooded robe covering her from head to toe and a pair of very unamused-looking members of the MIR department flanking her.

The sudden, crystal clear recollection of everything that had happened last night just made what drifted through her mind all the more sure a realisation.

I am so fucked...

"I suspect that happened already," the Archdean said dryly, the fact she'd obviously known exactly what had passed through Tori's head a very long way from comforting.

"Umm..." Tori tried, then had another go. "I can explain?"

"I sincerely doubt it," came the dry, yet faintly amused reply. "But I am interested to hear you try."

She held out a hand, and a simple robe seemed to weave itself out of the air. As she tossed casually it Tori's way, she turned her attention to the pair that stood with her. "Clear this lot up, would you? I think the only ones that need to know what happened are already awake."

Turning smoothly, she beckoned for Tori to follow her, then walked out of the room. Hurrying to get to her feet, get the robe over her head, and also avoid the wrath of the closest thing the Academy had to a local deity, Tori wasn't entirely sure just how deep the pile of shit she was in really was. What she was sure of, however, was that some way, somehow, she was going to find a way to blame it on Bob.

To be continued?

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