The Invocation of Old Semtep

The Invocation of Old Semtep

Mai al-Sanea sat before her dressing mirror. She reached down and dipped two fingers in the pot of woad. They came out deep, vivid blue and, starting under her left eye, she drew them down her face in a looping path until she reached her neck. She repeated the pattern on the other side and checked for symmetry, turning her face from side to side so the shadows flitted like startled ghosts. The marks looked good, matching the vulpine lines of her face.

She set the woad aside and retrieved the pot of ochre. This pigment was an earthy golden brown, an expensive make. She wiped the blue off her fingers with a wet-wipe and applied the ochre. This time she started at the corners of her eyes and drew upwards, along the sides of her face and up the tapering points of her ears. The colour complemented the raven black of her hair. She wiped her fingers again and ran her hands threw her hair, pulling it back so it ran in a velvet wave down her back.

Again she checked her appearance and again she was satisfied. Next she took up the charcoal and added just a touch to her eye lids, lending them a smoky edge, reminiscent of wild erotic rites under the full moon.

Her face was complete.

She stood and let her terrycloth dressing gown fall from the razor lines of her shoulders. It left her naked, her powerful but lithe body bare against the warm air. Lines of muscle showed on her stomach and her breasts clung to her chest, small and muscular as was proper.

"Sally," she said, voice like a cracking whip. "Attend me."

"Yes, Profesora!" squeaked the girl and hurried forward.

Sally, the girl, was a blonde flop of a thing, with ridiculously meaty breasts and soft flesh which would be positively obscene on an elf. But that was humans for you, starving forest monkeys so bad at finding food they gorged themselves at every lucky windfall.

She scurried about, readying the small glass jars of body paint. A frown settled on Mai's face as she watched Sally work. Her heart beat faster inside her chest and she felt her appetite stir. It was Sally's body - soft , gentle and so utterly unlike an elf's. It was perverse, obscene, but somehow that only served to rouse her interest.

Quick as a striking viper she reached out and ceased Sally's wrist. Animal fear flashed across the slave's face but quickly disappeared, replaced but the demur submissiveness that was proper for one of her station.

"Profesora," she said, "do you wish a service from me?" She swallowed and the ætherturgic choker of midday shadow moved with her neck.

Mai frowned, lips thin lines. "Your breasts, girl. Display them."

A fearful quiver ran through Sally but she did as bid. Mai released her hand and Sally slipped her breasts free of her blouse. She raised them up, meaty handfuls of fatty flesh topped by rubbery pink nipples.

They were disgusting, horrible and deserved to be punished, but Mai didn't have time.

"Put those disgusting things away," she snapped, "and continue my anointment. I have a class to attend."

"Yes, Profesora," said Sally, head bobbing.

The anointment progressed as it did every scholastic morning. Sally dipped her fingers in the paint and drew long curving lines across Mai's toned body. Her motions were practiced and she knew this skill well.

Mai took the process with steely passivity. She watched with critical eyes as Sally sketched whorls across her stomach, spirals around her breasts and complex knots down her arms. There was ritual to the process, this donning of the mask of respectability. The patterns flowed down her back and across her bottom, a tight hard thing not the fat obscenity Sally possessed. Sally finished knelt in front of Mai's sex. She dipped a thumb in a bright red paint and drew a dragon's fang curving upwards from the nub of her pleasure and across her mons.

Sally stood, stepped back and bowed her head. Mai turned her body, examining herself in the mirror.

"Acceptable," she said, finally. "Follow." Her piece said, she turned and strode towards the door. Sally scurried along behind.

The air was cold as Mai stepped outside but she was an elf and put the physical discomfort to one side. Despite her mental control, her nipples hardened, becoming hard brown points. Sally shivered behind. Humans! The slave even wore insulating clothing. How did they survive on the surface world, in their bloody furs and dark, dank caves?

Golden morning light spilled over the white stone spires of the University of the Southern Reaches. It danced prismatic off the million tiny water droplets that covered the world. The morning was thick with magical potential too, and Mai twisted her fingers, gathering up the light like spun thread.

The task was easy, too easy in Mai's opinion, and she soon had a ready supply to add to her collection. She looked up and spied the gigantic distaff towers which stood at key points in the university. They dressed the light, making it easier to spin out as magic. She frowned as she watched a pair of slovenly youths do exactly that, pulling down yard long glowing streams with scarcely any effort or artistry.

The towers made the students soft. In her day, students gathered their own light and shadow, using crystal drop spindles and will power. The pair gathering the light even wore clothes!

She sniffed, raised her pert nose and stalked on towards her classroom.

Profesora Mai al-Sanea taught a number of different courses over the thirteen terms of the University's two year calendar. But Fimbul term meant only one thing - Advanced Developmental Ætherturgy, the complex application of magic to practical ends. It was an interesting course that Mai enjoyed teaching, provided, of course, that biannual's students weren't complete dullards. Over five weeks she explored what was possible for those truly skilled in magic and set a development project for a final viva exam. She challenged her students to create something new and interesting. They would demonstrate the end result of that work today.

The class took place in El-Baz lecture hall, perched high on the bow-headland, against which broke vast waves of brooding clouds. Nearby stood the immense crystal spindle of the High Energy Ætherics Department, where they split light by the second, separating the classical morning, noon and evening by ever finer degrees. A faint transcendental harmonic emanated out from it. It set Mai's teeth on edge but no one listened when she complained.

She swept into the building and made her way to the lecture hall, Sally following in her wake. It was fashioned as an auditorium, concentric arcs of wooden benches rising up before the central dais.

Mai moved to the dais and stood at the podium as she mentally prepared her lecture. As she did her class filed in, thirty elven youths. They settled and she scanned the class, lips tight. Even today, the day she would decide their final grade, many of the students hadn't dressed properly. Fully two thirds of the class wore clothes - shorts, skirts, pants and t-shirts dyed in an array of bright colours. Even among those who were properly naked, few wore the full body paint. Back in her day, no one would have even dreamed of attending a lecture in such a fashion, let alone a public viva.

When the last of the movement stopped, she spoke. "Over the past five weeks," she said in a loud, carrying voice, "I have taught you the wonders that can be achieved through the proper combination of shadow and light. Today you shall show me what you have achieved. First group, approach the dais and present."

Mai stepped down and sat at a front row bench. She crossed her naked legs and sat her hands against the coloured whorls on her stomach. Sally moved and crouched beside her.

The first group filed down and mounted the dais. It was a group of four, split evenly along gender lines. One of the women was naked. She had a small, tight body, splashed inexpertly with body paint. Her nipples stood small, hard and sharp. She bit her lip and her amber eyes flickered nervously. The other three wore clothes, scruffy garments of denim and cotton barely fit for slumming about the house.

A red headed girl wearing a yellow dress stepped forward and pulled herself up straight. "We developed a viewing spell. It principally uses the light of the pole star, morning shadow and full moon glow. I hope everyone is impressed."

She stepped back and the four students formed a square. They raised their hands and threads of light and darkness flowed up, weaving together into a glowing orb. Sweat showed on the students' faces. The orb shimmered and depths opened in its core.

The University of the Southern Reaches swum there, a vast assortment of towers, spires and buildings contained upon a magically suspended chunk of rock. A sea of clouds broke before its immense rocky prow and the dense forests of the surface world spilled out below. Cloud cutters hung on the sky docks, fast magical craft which kept the university connected with the rest of elven civilisation. As Mai watched, a cutter broke away from the peer and sailed away through the sky.

The image updated in real time as the university slowly lumbered forward. It maintained for almost a minute before the students let the magic collapse and sagged where they stood.

Mai nodded slowly. The magic was fairly impressive but she mentally marked down the three wearing clothes.

More presentations followed, groups of students displaying spell after spell of their own devising. One group showed a conjured garden of strange, alien plants. Another demonstrated weather spells, that summoned up a minor rain storm inside the lecture theatre.

The demonstrations trailed on and finally the last group took their turn.

They numbered five. A fearsome young woman with short cropped hair harried her group towards the podium. She, at least, was properly naked and wore the full set of body paints. Scarlet slashes lined her cheeks and similarly harsh marks continued down her body. The only fault Mai could see was in the form of the lines. They were overly regular and didn't conform to her body properly, as if stencilled on from a catalogue. Still, not everyone had a slave of Sally's calibre. Mai reached down and patted Sally's mop of blonde hair.

The rest of the group was also naked but they looked almost bullied out of their clothes.

One man, with feminine lines to his face and delicate braids, appeared embarrassed of all things! He scampered along, one hand hanging near his groin as if to partly hide an otherwise respectable piece of man-meat.

The two other women looked at least indifferent to their nudity. The shorter had a fiery mane of red hair and flashing green eyes. She strutted and Mai caught a glimpse of high black heels. They accentuated her calves, rendering the muscles taught and sharp as they raised her high by several inches. Still, it was no excuse for such improper dress. Naked meant barefoot and anything else was quite improper. The other was a wispish, fae thing, with white hair and a moon-tan that gave her skin a sub-dermal silver glow. She ghosted along, like a leaf on the wind.

The final member of the group was a tall, broad shouldered man, perhaps a year or two older than the others. Tightly corded muscle lined his chest, arms, legs and stomach, and he had a squarer jaw than most elves. He'd inexpertly splashed paint on his stomach and arms, and had what looked like a blue hand print at the centre of his chest. A long semi-turgid cock hung between his legs.

"Greetings," said the fierce girl as her group lined up behind her, "I am Nida and I am here to demonstrate an exciting new piece of magic.

"Two hundred years ago, High Ætherturgy was the preserve of the stars and the moon, for only their light could be spun to a high enough quality and degree. Today that has changed. Advances from this very university along with our sister institutions throughout the world mean we can render sun light by the second and isolate the precise shades of dawn, midday and dusk. With this new ability we can re-examine old magic and tease from it potent new effects.

"Towards that end, I give to you, the Invocation of Old Semtep reimagined in High Noon!"

She stepped backwards into the centre of the dais and her group formed a ring around her. As one, they flicked their hands up in a practised motion and burning gold shot into the air. It roiled above her and Nida began to turn in place, hands up stretched. Silvery slivers rose from her fingers, clearly some shade of moon shadow, gibbous waning from the appearance. They caught the golden light in an intricate mesh and pulled it into a constricted spiral. It spun, faster and faster, tighter and tighter.

"Come forth," screamed Nida as wild waves of light pelted her trembling naked body, "come forth steward of light and fire!"

Something moved in the spiral, a great dark shape visible only as a depression in the air. A spiritual tremor rolled out, once, twice, then again and again like the great feet of a tundric giant.

For a single deafening heartbeat, the world stood still. Then it broke apart.

A tentacle tore through the portal, long and so dark it drunk in the light. The students screamed, falling back. One of the students supporting the spell tripped over his own feet and fell sprawled. Blazing threads of noon day light erupted in all directions.

The tentacle flailed about and through blind idiot chance reached the ground. It gripped with unseen grippers and strained. The dais screamed like rending steel and the monster drew itself more fully into the world. The depression in the air grew bigger, darker, denser and more tentacles raked their way forward, boneless constructs of terrible power.

One seized Nida and wrenched her into the air. She yelped in pain and shock, and the monster shook her like a cracking whip. A second tentacle waved wildly and sent the rest of the group flying, their naked bodies like chaff in the wind.

The streams of light stopped but the portal didn't. If anything it sped up.

"Foolish girl," muttered Mai as she rose to her feat. Nida clearly hadn't understood the nuances of the Invocation of Old Semtep and her modifications were producing unexpected results.

The monster's tentacles writhed over Nida's flesh. One tip forced its way into her mouth, cutting off her scream and transforming it into a gurgling moan. A second battered into her cunt. She choked and fought the intrusion but it did no good.

Those few students not already running did so. They ran, terrified and screaming, for the door. The monster struck at some, plucking them out of the air like ground dwelling humans before a hunting party.

One tentacle headed straight for Mai but she flicked a hand. Delicate streams of morning light merged with the guiding blaze of the Southern Cross. Fire bloomed and the tentacle jerked back, burned to cinders where it tried to touch her.

Sally wasn't so lucky. The monster grabbed the human by an ankle and dragged her into the air. Her dress fell over her head, showing her naked cunt, covered only by a silly fuzz of blonde hair. Her obscenely fat breasts flopped like bags of water.

"Profesora!" she screamed. "Help meeeeee- Ooh!" Her entreaty turned into a cry of pleasure as the bullous head of a tentacle forced into her needy human cunt. It thrust backwards and forward. Blood rushed to her sex, turning the plump lips blood red as they stretched around the void-black intruder.

Behind, the monster continued its assault on Nida. The once confident student struggled vainly as the two tentacle-cocks pistoled into her, one at each end. Other tendrils rapped around her limbs, holding her in the air.

The tentacle in her cunt erupted. Her stomach bulged and greenish slime dribbled out around the invader. A third tentacle approached, thinner and sharper than the other two. It nestled against the tight cheeks of her ass and pressed forward.

Nida's eyes opened wide as the invader worked its way home but there was nothing she could do to avoid becoming a triple hole achievement. All three tentacles beat in and out of her, a disarmament rhythm that set her body shaking. The tentacle in her mouth bulged, then it too erupted, forcing slime deep into Nida's belly. It pulled back and blasted her face. Dense gelatinous liquid splattered her features, hung in her hair and clogged up her nose.

Others were scarcely faring better. The feminine man from Nida's group was suspended upside down. One tentacle plundered his ass while a thinner tendril wrapped around his cock, milking him dry. His many delicate braids whipped with every pelvis destroying thrust and his wide, emotive eyes cried out with a mixture of pain and humiliating pleasure. On the opposite side of the room, two near identical sisters were forced together, the monster binding them chest to chest as it fucked them both with heavy strokes. A third woman hung hogtied in the air, her arms and legs twisted up and back. The tattered remains of a pink t-shirt hung about her chest, ripped so one hard nipple showed. A host of tentacles clawed at her body.

Enough was quite enough. Mai frowned, dark eyes narrowing, and idly flicked away another questing tentacle. Nida and her group deserved their current fate for their rank incompetence, but they deserved it on their own time, not during her class.

She raised her hands and wove light. From prepared spools she called thread spun from red Arcturus, brash Sheratan and fickle Alshain. She forged them together with the shadow of a full eclipse and the burning embers of a setting sun. Her spell came together in a flash of energy - a vertical portal, hung suspended in the air a meter before her. It began to spin, flickering spectral power.

"Come forth," said Mai in the epoch old voice of command as otherworldly radiance bathed her naked, paint marked body, "come forth steward of deepest star strewn night!"

Magical potential washed out like the sound from a struck bell. This was no amateur nonsense. This was the Invocation of Old Semtep correctly performed and cast by an elf learned in the old ways of High Ætherturgy.

The summoned gate cracked open and a host of silver tentacles darted forward. These were fast fickle things, like segmented silver snakes crafted by the finest jewellers. Mai guided them with her will and met the monster in battle. They grappled, tentacle to tentacle in the air, brooding void-black boneless muscle against the silver of frozen starlight. She strived for advantage, attempting to slip an attack passed the monster's guard to reach something important.

It didn't quite prove enough.

Centimetre by centimetre the monster pushed her back, its strength overcoming hers. Mai frowned, teeth tight. The monster was powerful, too powerful. It was drawing energy from its victims, the rape fuelling its abominable muscles. Two could play at that game.

Mai flicked her gaze and changed focus. A dozen silver tentacles moved as one while the remainder fought a defensive holding action. They rushed for Sally, ripped the black tentacles apart in a single frenzied attack and scooped the human up. Sally choked and spat out the ruined remains of a void-black tentacle. Green gunk dribbled down her chin and she looked at the world through fuck-dazed eyes. A dopy smile crossed her face. "Thank you Profesora-"

Mai didn't let her finish. Three silver tentacles slipped into Sally's body, snaking into mouth, cunt and ass. They writhed about - skilful tentacle love to raise pleasure in Sally's obscene human body.

"No!" moaned Sally but before long, her base human nature came to the fore. She humped her attackers, forcing her gaping human cunt down on its invader even as her tongue lapped against that forced intrusion. Letting a touch of her temper show, Mai assigned a pair of tendrils to squeeze Sally's ridiculously huge breasts. They bore down on the fleshy bags, squeezing and crushing the tender flesh. Sally orgasmed and every muscle in her body buzzed with release. Humans!

The sex strengthened Mai, and she put that strength to good use. She attacked the monster again, darting silver tentacles working together to steal away victim after victim. She stole the feminine man, the sisters and others still. She added each to her tentacle love harem, and with each her power grew.

After several long minutes of desperate battle only Nida remained to lend the monster strength. It held her body spread-eagled across the portal, part shield, part battery for even now tentacles pumped in and out of the elf's abused holes.

She moaned under its abusive embrace, body paint a smeared and ruined. Green slime coated her face and hair, and her eyes begged for release. A long, thick black tentacle thrust up into her cunt and drew out with a squelching groan.

In a single hundred limbed movement, Mai dropped all her prizes and attacked with every tentacle at her disposal. The silver storm flew forward. The monster raised its tentacles to block, but damaged and weakened, it lacked the resources.

Fully half of Mai's tentacles broke through its guard and tore at the portal. The magic sparked and crackled as the threads of light broke apart. The final collapse came a moment later, in a flash of blinding light and transcendental power.

It was over.

The steaming remains of severed black tentacles fell to the floor and Nida fell with them. She lay moaning in the horrific embrace, half covered by twitching boneless flesh.

Mai dismissed her own steward with a wave of her hand. It dissolved into silver mist. With that done, she let herself relax a fraction. The fight was hard and the Ætherturgy harder, not that an observer would have known that looking at her. Mai was as pristine as when class had begun, her naked painted body the very pinnacle of elf respectability. The same could not be said for, well, anyone else in the room.

"Girl!" she said, casting a disparaging look at Sally. "Get this mess cleaned up."

Sally staggered to her feet and nodded her head like a drunken tavern wench. Her dress was ruined, tore, covered in slime and stained with cunt-cream. "Yes, Profesora," she said and nearly fell as even the effort of standing proved almost too much. "It shall be as you say."

The End

---