I'm sure there are other mages at Soaps school who are attemting to summon demons...
What about MageProffesor!Price not wanting to be outdone by his student end up summoning his own bratty little LustDemon!Graves
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Mage!Graves feeling inferior to his classmate, ends up getting way over his head by accidnetly summoning *the* Lust demon lord; Price
My wife @lanaartsiebby had an idea for this, so I hope you don't mind! Same vein of course
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Price graded papers in his office, completely calm. He had recently put up new wards, trying to get rid of the two demons Soap insisted he had nothing to do with.
Did he really think he was that dense? Obviously he summoned them. No one else was stupid enough to try and talented enough to pull it off.
Someone knocked and he just waved to open the door. He didn't bother looking up.
"Sir? Are you busy?" Must be one of the new students, because he didn't recognize them by voice.
"What do you need?" Price continued writing. He noticed briefly that the room felt colder.
"Just wanted to talk to you." They sat on his desk and he quickly looked up.
Graves had bat like wings and a forked tail, looking more like a demon costume than a demon. He wore thighs and lingerie and was currently kicking his feet while he sat on Price's desk. There was a shimmer around him that made the world around him fuzzy around the edges.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Price pretended to be unaffected, even if Graves looked exactly like his type.
"Oh, ya know. I was bored. Wanted to see if there was anything I could do to increase my grade?" His tail flicked and he looked down at him.
"Why are you actually here?" Price crossed his arms and kept his eyes on his face.
Graves pouted before sliding over so he was sitting directly in front of him. "Your wards. Demons take notice of those."
"Did Soap ask you to do this?" It didn't seem like something he'd do, but the kid could be rash sometimes.
"No. Roach did." Graves smiled, leaning forward. Price leaned back against his chair to try to keep some distance. He smelled like spices. Specifically cinnamon. "Asked me to try to convince you not to kick them out. I feel like they've helped him out. He's a quick learner."
"He's still a student."
"College student. Consider it extracurricular." Graves smiled. He had fangs and they pressed against his lip when he smiled. "Shouldn't you want that?"
Price shook his head. He could say the spell and get rid of him, but he was rather tempting.
"You really should get rid of the wards. I can't stay here if you keep them up."
"And why would I want you to stay here?" Price purred and tilted his head, watching Graves copy the motion. "What do you look like under all that glamour, hmm? A mass of shadows? Swarm of bugs?"
"A pool of water." Graves smiled. "A reflection of what you want. Now, do you want me? I could bend over your desk, or sit in your lap, or just sink straight to me knees." He seemed excitedly at the thought and Price tried very hard to keep control of himself. And then Graves slid into his lap, ass against the tent in his pants. Then his hands were on him, sliding down Price's chest.
"Let me take care of you. Any way you want." Graves grinded down, looking at him pleadingly.
Price tilted his head back to look at him better. Graves had such pretty blue eyes.
"Stay in my lap."
"Yes, professor." Graves purred and unzipped Price's pants, being gentle now which was funny. Price shoved his pants down some and pulled Graves closer, kissing his chest. Graves sank down with a hiss and stiffened. He was so tight and it felt like he had prepped already.
"Alright, demon?" Price glared down at him.
"You're a bit bigger than I expected." Graves blushed and it seemed... oddly genuine.
"You're not very experienced at this whole tempting thing are you?" He thrust up, smirking when Graves grabbed his shoulder.
"Managed to get you, didn't I?"
"Aye, suppose you did. Now, what are you going to do?" Price smiled at him.
Graves moved slowly, wings spreading. He leaned in and tried to kiss him, but Price put a hand up to stop him. "No venom."
"You're no fun." Graves pouted but did as told, kissing him softly. He continued to roll his hips and try to please Price. It was cute. Price wondered if it was an act, try to appeal to his ego. He grabbed him by his waist and moved Graves himself.
“You’re going too slow.” Price forced Graves further on his cock, watching his wings flare out as he moaned. He shook his head. “Some demon you are.”
Graves glared at him and ground his hips down, forcing a moan out of Price. He started to bounce faster and moved his hands to Price’s shoulders to get more control.
They both fought for control, Price refusing to give it, regardless of how nice it felt. Graves kept trying to take it, both of them getting desperate. He yanked his wings, getting a wail and a desperate twitch of his hips.
“Not so rough. They’re delicate, asshole.” Graves hissed and Price decided he had enough. He stood up, holding Graves to his chest and dropped him on his desk. He saw the demon flush before grinning, spreading his legs open wider. Price put his hand around his throat and fucked him hard. Graves teared up and moaned, head thrown back. He started to scratch down Price’s arm, leaving long scratches that would take forever to heal.
Price slapped him and grabbed his face hard. “Listen up, whore. You’re going to tell your friends I am not so easily swayed, okay?”
Graves whimpered and nodded but pulled him closer. “Finish first though, yes? Don’t want you to stop.” He wrapped his legs around him to keep Price there. “Please?”
Fuck, he sounded so desperate. Price squeezed the hand around his throat and fucked him harder, watching Graves get more and more flustered as he got close. He reached down and stroked him slowly. Graves whimpered and clenched around him. He batted his eyelashes at him and Price stroked him faster.
Graves came, clenching hard around him. A few strokes later and Price was following, face planting into his shoulder.
“Think I could come visit again?”
“Begone, foul demon.”
“Oh, come on. You liked it.” Graves ran his fingers down Price’s back, wishing he had gotten more of his clothes off of him.
Price sighed heavily. “Winter break is next week. We can discuss this some more off campus.”
Graves beamed. “Good. Good. See you then.” He disappeared from underneath him like he had never been there.
Price cleaned up and sighed. “That is going to be a problem.”
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