Vivian felt a rush of satisfaction, as she surveyed the room filled with boys. They were all chattering, pointing at the Fighter boy, Linhart, like they were hens in a henhouse. They had forgotten that she was there, a fox in their midst, which was exactly what she wanted.
Though the sound of their voices annoyed her to no end, she enjoyed the glimpses of pale, smooth skin this class offered. The best was when one of the boys would mistakenly meet her eyes. The looks of terror that she received made her want to eat these boys right up!
“I'm telling you, I never met Felgion. And I definitely didn’t pose for that,” Linhart protested, pointing at the naked statue. The other boys look on judgingly, and whispered at such a high volume that she could easily hear.
“That’s definitely him, isn’t it…?”
“Why’s he denying it? I would be proud if I were Felgion’s model.”
“Even if you had to pose naked?”
“Well… as long as those female models weren’t standing there watching!”
“Eeeek,” the group of Healers shrieked at the thought of it.
“That’s enough!” Vale boomed. The whole class quieted in surprise. No one here had ever heard him raise his voice. Vivian could see the uncertainty in his expression. He was losing control. How had this idiot ever earned the rank of Magister? The answer was simple, he hadn’t. He was a pretty face, and the Academy needed instructors for Men’s Studies, that's how he had become the Academy's youngest Magister.
Vivian frowned at the thought. She hated the idea of unqualified men getting positions, when a crowd of women with better qualifications were being passed over.
“Before our discussion about Felgion’s greatest work was completed hi-jacked, there were some very good thoughts shared. I am ending the lesson early. Everyone is to spend the remainder of the time walking the river trail and reflecting on how men are viewed, not only by women, but also by other men.”
There were a few final mutters on the identity of the male model, but the boys seemed satisfied to have the final 30 minutes of lecture free. Vivian also got up and was leaving the hall, when she heard Vale call to the Fighter.
“Not you, Linhart. Could you please stay behind? There’s something we need to discuss.”
Vivian grimaced. It looked like she wasn’t going to get a second chance at jumping his dick. She walked out the door, and just a little further in to the shade of the woods, lost in thought. She regretted not jumping him the very next day, after he’d carried her to the field and fucked her.
She couldn’t help but smile, recalling the erotic vision of him whipping off his shirt and violently taking her, like a man possessed. So confident, such a strong ego for such a delicate little freshman.
She watched the pairs of boys leaving the Hall. They always walked in pairs, which made it impossible for her to talk with them, and problematic for her to ambush them with magic. If only Reynold hadn’t broken so soon, she could’ve been playing with him right now.
Vivian sighed. One of the boys passing by looked at her, but then he looked away and hurried on.
It didn’t matter, because Reynold and these other boys weren’t enough to satisfy her anymore.
Not since she’d fought with the Fighter. Now, it was a fantasy that consumed her mind. Every night, she would dream of meeting him in that place where Fighters wrestle. She would be wearing Fighter’s clothes, and he… nothing at all. In her dreams, his dick was always hard and ready for her. But despite her knowing that it was a dream world, meaning she could control the outcomes, he would never stick it in her.
She sighed again, this time in frustration. She really needed to fuck a boy. It’d been a week since she’d done any work for the wizards, and she was getting antsy. Whenever she helped take one of the Fighter boys, they’d allow her to do what she wanted. They didn’t mind if the boy arrived covered in her juice, as long as she got them the boy they were after.
“Vivian…” a haughty voice called to her.
She, lost in thought, was surprised by the sudden appearance of Haldin, the Senior Mage.
“W-what is it, Senior?” she asked, unable to keep the tremor from entering her voice. The mage was standing in front of her, and she felt like she was being confronted. “A-are you not walking with a partner, like the rest of the boys?”
Haldin scoffed, and looked down at her as though observing a bug. “They walk in pairs for protection. Who do I need protection from, you?”
Vivian was at a loss for words. She hated to admit it, but he outclassed her in every way. This was one of the most powerful casters in the Academy. He was likely even more powerful than the female Magisters, and perhaps even the Stratega.
But he was a boy, nonetheless… and boys all had their weaknesses.
Vivian took a step closer to him, looking him up and down inquisitively. She ignored his question and asked, “Have you stopped by to hang out with me? I can take you on a date, Senior.”
“You wish. No, I saw you loitering here, looking like trouble, so I decided to pin you down on the real reason that you’ve joined our course on Men’s Rights,” the powerful mage studied her with his cool gray eyes. “Do you consider yourself a masculist?”
“Me? A Men’s Rights activist?” she raised a finger innocently to her chest and smiled. Men were always unnerved by her teeth, and this mage was no different. Most boys had a primal fear of a woman chewing on their dicks. It was deeply engrained in their psyches and Vivian had used hallucinations to exploit those fears many times.
“No, I’m not a masculist, not like you at least,” she breathed, reaching her hand out to touch him. “But I do enjoy attending this course. I find listening to the boys speaking cathartic. It reminds me of why I am who I am.”
Haldin pulled back from her touch, a natural move for a distrustful mage, but it put him on the defensive. The sun was behind the clouds, and the shade of the trees was particularly deep where they were standing…
Vivian began to cast PHANTASM.
Haldin’s eyes darted to the trees, sensing the movement she was creating. Something small, but something dangerous. It was too fast for him to get a look at as it darted back under the bushes.
She wasn’t worried about his detecting her spell. What she did require no words, no gestures, no arcane components. Shadow magic resided in the realm of the mind of the caster and the victim, and all she had to do was exert her will over his reality.
BOOM!
The world shook with a resounding explosion and Vivian was thrown several feet up into the air. A moment later, she hit the hard cobblestone of the path, coming down hard on her knee and hip.
“Ooooww…” she complained.
When she had recovered enough to look up, she saw that the bushes and tree nearest to her phantasm were gone. Completely gone, she guessed that he had Incinerated them, judging by the smell of sulfur that hung in the air. Haldin was standing looking at her indifferently.
“Careful, Vivian,” he stated, “I have not survived all these years to be fooled by some cheap tricks of the mind.”
“You don’t fool me,” Vivian spat back. A piercing pain shot up her leg as she rose to her feet. How dare he look down on her casting. “All boy mages end up wizards in the end… or they end up dead… so why aren’t you dead?”
Haldin’s face froze in anger and something very wrong began to happen. Vivian noticed the clouds overhead thickening rapidly. An energetic charge began running through the air. Her skin started to prickle, and she felt her hair rising, standing on end. Could it be… was this ‘lightning’?
“I’m sorry, Haldin! I wasn’t accusing you of anything. I was just speaking out of anger. Please, calm youself.”
“You… dare… to call me by my name? I’ll strike you down!”
She knew she had said too much, but was it enough for him to kill her?... She should probably be running for cover, rather than wondering at the energy in the air. Sometimes, feeling no fear felt like a curse.
“Gods! What the hell happened here?”
A voice cut through the tension and, with those six lively words, the gathering force dissipated. A boy ran up and whistled at the scene he beheld.
It was Linhart.
“Are you okay, Senior Haldin? Are you having evil visions?” he asked, casting an accusatory look in her direction. This complete idiot could not read the air. Worse yet, he’d probably just saved her life.
“Yes, Fighter Linhart,” the Senior mage said solemnly, “I see one evil thing here.”
“Well, don’t worry. I’ll take care of that for you,” the boy replied, again giving her an admonishing look. This boy had no idea that he'd just interrupted a magic battle. He had the intelligence of a flesh-doll! Lucky he’s hot… and well-endowed. Even from this distance she could make out the shape of his huge dick.
He produced something from a wooden box and holding it in his hands, he rushed forward. It was giving off a nasty vibe. Vivian couldn’t feel fear, but she had the sense to recognize a magical artifact.
“Stay away from me with that… Urk!” she started, but her words cut off as the inch thick band of leather snapped into place around her neck. It was a snug fit, squeezing her neck just enough to be uncomfortable, but not to cause pain.
She wanted to get it off… needed to get it off her neck, but she knew instinctively that there was no way for her to remove it.
So she didn’t even try.
“What is that artifact you put on her, Linhart?” Haldin approached now. His anger was completely gone, suddenly, replaced by a look of wonder at the thing around her neck. Uh oh. Vivian knew better than most that a curious mage is a dangerous mage. When he stretched his hand out to touch it, Vivian bared her teeth, threatening to bite.
“Stop it, Vivian!” Linhart snapped, “You MUST not show your teeth to any boys. People will think you’re going to bite them.”
She snapped her mouth shut. Well, of course she wasn’t going to do that any more. She didn’t want people to think that she was a biter. Wait, something was wrong with that thought.
“Linhart, I don’t feel so good. Can you take this thing off my neck?”
“Nope, sorry Vivian. You’re the first subject in my magic necklace experiment. Now turn around and stick out your butt.”
She obeyed him. Her silver dress stretched tightly over her hips, as she struck a feminine pose. The hem of her skirt was starting to slide up in this pose. Why had she set her arcane dress to be so tight today?
Looking back over her shoulder, she observed the two boys looking closely at her rear. Haldin with distaste, and Linhart seemed to be enjoying the view.
“Oh, it’s a manipulator,” Haldin was saying, “I’ve never seen one this compact before. The one in the Spire’s Chamber of Mind is the size of a throne that the subject needs to sit in. So, does that mean you can manipulate her anytime, anywhere?”
“As far as I know… The necklace is kind of new to me, and the mage who gave it to me didn’t really train me on how to use it.”
“Well, you’ve got the basics down. Giving commands, suggestions, rules, and permanent ORDERs,” Haldin said, listing points off on his fingers. “It’s like you’re changing the way she sees the world. But be careful not to overdo it. I saw one boy come out of the manipulator, after they had made some mistakes, his brain was fried… something about conflicting ORDERs?”
“Thank you, Haldin. I understand and I promise to be sparing with the orders, but first…” Linhart said courteously, then he turned to Vivian, saying, “You MUST not cast PHANTASMs at all any more, unless you get my permission first.”
“Okay, I won’t.” she pouted. She liked casting PHANTASM and scaring the boys.
“But just promising that going forward isn’t enough. You’ve got to atone for all the wrong you’ve done,” Linhart said with absolute seriousness. “All the evil you’ve done in this world and others. Stick your butt out a little more and put your hands on the ground.”
“Uh, this is starting to feel gross,” Haldin said, rising to his feet, “What exactly are you planning on doing with this horrible woman.”
“Oh, yeah,” Linhart said eagerly, resting his warm hand on her buttocks. She felt more exposed than she had in years. “You might not want to be here for the next part. I'm going to punish her.”
She couldn’t stop an embarrassed squeal from bursting out, as he pulled her underwear to the side exposing her pussy to their judging eyes.
Haldin cursed, pulling away, “Why is she so wet?”
Vivian felt the self-consciousness flow through her. How dare these boys judge her body! She raised her hand and covered her privates.
“It's because she likes being looked at. Look, her entire body is blushing. Don't cover up. You’ve got a lovely bottom and you SHOULD show it off.”
"I was going to show you anyway," she said peevishly. She raised her buttocks higher, and with her hands, she pulled her buttcheeks apart making it easier for the boys to look within.
A rush of excitement coursed up her body, as she felt Linhart's finger force its way into her rear hole. It felt like it was digging deep inside of her, stimulating al sorts of pleasurable spots as it wiggled around. Haldin made a gagging sound.
As Vivian shifted her body, opening her ass up to his touch, she realized that this was a much better way to get the better of that senior mage. He wasn't afraid of her, but he seemed weak to seeing her body. She pulled her dress up over her head now, revealing the whole of it to their gaze.
Linhart grunted in appreciation. When he spoke again, his voice sounded as erotic as any woman's, saying, “I was going to punish her with my dick up her ass, but it's clear that she'll enjoy that…”
Haldin wheeled away in shock, as Linhart whipped out his dick. It landed right on the crack of her butt, like a hot piece of meat between two buns.
“So, instead, I’ll just fuck her in exchange for her tutoring services.”
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