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I have finally secured an evening to write for myself. Finally, I am free from writing papers tiptoeing subjects that I wish to study and discuss all because I insulted the intelligence of some buffoon who thinks he knows everything in the world when one of the first lessons that every student learns here is that with our current knowledge of magic; we know nothing. We can pretend, we can make calculations and attempt to apply our own logic to magic but we cannot fully grasp it, the energy surrounding it, and more. We barely understand ourselves.

With that preamble full of venting out of the way, I'll get on with the meat of what I wish to do. I am attempting to create a grimoire, a book of personalized magic often including instructions in summoning and more. Before I do this, I wish to clear up my knowledge on summoning and so I write these notes to collect what I know from a few weeks of research. Summoning is the art of calling a being from another world into our own whatever the result. You could be looking for a familiar or you could be looking to make a deal with an otherworldly being but regardless, it is summoning. From what I have seen from reading several grimoires is that each caster had their own methods. Great circles of power were drawn to contain creatures within, symbols made of blood and powdered bone; and it is true that these things carry power but they weren't the only things that were used in summoning. Some chose more mundane methods, using a few candles and salt to keep the summoned being from escaping. These methods typically are used to summon powerful beings to make some sort of deal but is all of that really necessary? Actually, I found it the answer to that is yes. Thanks to a bit of instruction from my mentor, I found out that a lot of these methods are less because the materials contain power but because they all serve as precaution and lures. If there is no bait then a summoning will require more energy from the caster, if there is nothing to keep the summoned being from leaving then they will simply leave and perhaps destroy everything surrounding the area for fun or maybe they won't. It is difficult to know what you are summoning without the name of the being and many names you find are simply pieces or breadcrumbs. Even if you had a full name, you do not control it just because you know it.

There are many different types of beings that you can summon or call to this world but all of them have been commonly classified as spirits, fae, or demons. I know this to be a misnomer but getting information on specific types of beings is difficult. We know that fae exist as a classification as do demons but spirit is a general term across many cultures for any touch of an otherworldly being on our side. There are books from an old village in a mountain called Ald where heroes train. It is a place that is touched by other worlds. The books detail stories of great heroes who bond with spirits who take an interest after they make an ideal. They hear a call and answer it in kind but there are also frightening tales of heroes becoming conflicted after this bonding and turning into corrupted monsters. These accounts are said as if they were true so there must be a kernel of truth in there. Not only that but Ald still exists and it is confirmed that they bond with spirits but many heroes do not speak of the ones they bond with. Is it out of respect? Kinship? Or something else?

Unfortunately, my research only gave me those common classifications and the fact that fae and demons exist as separate entities and both are capable of good or evil depending on their whims. Well, there is another type of creature I stumbled upon but yet again, this one comes in so many different shapes I'm not really sure how to classify them. Familiars are creatures that are...Made. They are created from your energy, your soul, your substance, and your desires. Often, the spells used to guide and instruct summoning a familiar are called; The Heart's Call. Why? Because you need a desire, need to hold it deep inside of yourself while enacting the ritual, incantation, or other methods to make a familiar. These creatures are often semi-feral but they hold a close bond to the one who created them. Some believe that these are still beings from another world but that they are more primal and are given shape by us. Yet again, I am faced with what I learned when I first stepped foot in this academy; we know nothing.

Mara sighed and set her quill aside while looking down at the tome she had been writing in. The book was a culmination of her knowledge and yet, despite having filled nearly half of the damn thing she didn't feel any closer to knowing what was well known and nowhere near knowing what was not known to the school. There were secrets beyond her year kept from her slowly and steadily drip-fed to her but she knew more than most, which was annoying. She felt like she knew nothing, did not understand anything properly because everything she knew was filled with holes that led to more and more questions that could not or would not be answered. Mara remained patient only because her mentor drip-fed secrets that helped her try to catch some semblance of understanding and at the same time, Mara understood that she was lacking patience. It would be dangerous if she didn't learn how to be patient, didn't learn how to be careful and so she allowed herself to be tempered rather than rush headlong into some sort of arcane danger. Of course, there had been incidents but at the time she had thought that her methods were careful. Regardless, she was certain that the time for thinking was over and the time for sleeping had long since passed.

Getting up from her desk, she stretched and stripped out of her robes, humming as she tossed it to the side along with her underwear. She put away her academic thoughts, her spinning gears, and instead allowed herself to entertain a few ideas. Mara walked to her door to make sure it was locked and when she found that it was, she froze. Whatever she was going to do now would most likely put her to sleep and vulnerable with her tail in the air. As she turned around, her tail flicked against the door's lock and undid it, a brush of excitement curling down her back as she strode to her bed. There would be no harm in it as no one even walked the halls this late at night but of course, there could be exceptions.

As she took a seat at the edge of her bed, she turned her mind back to entertaining ideas instead of ones that filled her with warm butterflies. Summoning was still on her mind but instead of trying to unlock the mysteries of that subject and spiral into a never-ending hall of questions, she turned her attention to something a bit more fun that served as a tangential subject. She did this to break apart the fragments of her Mind that were still focused on her studies. Familiars were created by the desires of the one summoning them and often were semi-feral creatures that resembled monsters or constructs. There were many particular accounts of magi growing fond of their familiars, fond enough to kiss and fond enough to let themselves be taken. It is said that familiars reflect the desires of the one who creates them including those desires hidden deep within ourselves. What did she hunger for? What type of beast would she make that would ravage her if she made an attempt?

Mara brought both of her paws out, sweet pumpkin eyes glowing in the moonlight filtering through the window as she began to breathe out. Her thoughts danced away from academia, from old books and mysteries that needed to be unraveled. They instead turned toward the fancies of what a familiar might look like if crafted from her desires, from the hunger that slept beneath her fur and brought warmth to her cheeks as she thought of them. A canine perhaps? Something with scales and powerful arms? Her digits then began molding the energy that gathered as if the moonlight itself were being collected. Her focus drifted from the body toward the equipment, her digits tracing a knotted figure of pale violet. She smiled and kissed the tip as the energy grew firm against her digits. It wasn't as large as the horse from the other night but the knot was something thick that would take some fitting even with her own concoction. With a happy hum, she set the canine cock made of energy down on the bed before hopping off to reach down beneath it and fish out a bag. She carefully selected a bottle and popped the cork off.

All the liquid poured out into one paw, she set the empty container aside and reached to take her toy. She made sure that every inch was coated in it before she got to work on herself. Two digits slid down her crotch and further around to dip inside her heat, pushing and spreading before a third and fourth. Her legs trembled and her body leaned forward until she was bending over the bed. Normally, she might have a few issues thinking about whether she wanted to take it in one hole or the other but her thoughts were occupied with how a beastly familiar might pound into her and if it could properly breed her. With a purr, she brought her digits out of her pussy one by one and reached to take hold of the toy. She thought of a wild creature, feral and powerful with a hunger to satisfy the desires that were hidden deep within her. Her ideas kept on pouring out as she brought the toy behind her to ease the tip against her slit, shuddering as she thought of a beast holding her down with one hand on the back of her head, claws growing dangerously close as the wild familiar clamped their digits down.

Trembling, she eased the tip between the folds of her heat before letting go. It remained in place, held by her thoughts and hunger, held by the whispers of a spell coming from her lips with a purr. It almost felt like her body was being held down, almost felt like a creature was poised behind her with its cock about to slam inside and she had to bite down hard on the covers as every inch up until the knot of the toy she made slammed inside of her. Trembling, she allowed the spell to continue, the toy darting in and out of her at a rapid pace. Though the concoction made it easier for the toy to slide inside, it also gave a particular stickiness to the sound of it moving deep within her. Mara eventually let out a low mewl and a sigh, her body jerking back against the movements with a wet slap each time the lips of her pussy met the bulbous knot on the toy. Over and over again she kept on rolling her hips in an attempt to bring the knot inside of her where it belonged.

The movements of the toy grew rougher as Mara placed her cheek on the bed to look over at the door that was still unlocked. Her pleasured sounds began to grow just a bit in volume as she thought of someone standing just outside listening to the sticky sounds of the toy pounding inside of her while she shamelessly mewled as if she were in heat. The toy seemed to move faster in response to her excitement, each thrust brought about with a strength that jolted her forward on the bed causing her to gasp and purr. Just as the knot popped inside of her pussy and her toes were curling in delight as her climax neared, Mara's eyes grew wide as she saw the door rattle as if someone on the other side had bumped against it. She froze, her tail raised high, the knotted object inside of her fading in a flash of light.

Was someone there? When the door did not rattle again, she got up slowly and went to check on it. With her ear pressed against the wood, she listened for a bit and swore she heard shaky breathing on the other side. Had someone really been listening to her? Mara's cheeks burned with color beneath the fur as she thought of someone behind that door even thinking about interrupting her fun. Was it some sort of pervert? Was it an admirer? Mara hadn't met many of her peers and there was no way that it was one of the professors. With shaky digits, she took hold of the door's knob and twisted it slowly before pulling it open. She heard someone gasp and fall onto their rear as she poked her head around the side of the door to look at who her listening pervert was.

Mara's eyes beheld a large wolf grey fur like spotted snow and a mess of hair covering his eyes. A parted robe covered most of his body but was opened near the bottom where she saw a bright red cock twitching against the air in the hall. The light illuminating him sat nearby in a lantern and she hoped it did not show him the fact that her cheeks were practically bloodied. When she cleared her throat, he looked up at her and frowned, mouth opening and then closing rapidly as if he was searching for an answer. In part, his reaction was disappointing. Not because she found him annoying but because she was hoping such a beastly figure would have taken advantage of the situation to see himself in. Instead, he sat there while twiddling his thumbs, attempting to avoid her eyes as his mouth moved to form a response.

When he had nothing to say, she sighed, "So...How many times have you done this?"

The wolf murmured, "A few."

"Have you ever peeked in on me?" Mara said with her eyes narrowed.

He paused for a second before nodding, "Once or twice."

Her heart began to race with excitement but she kept that feeling down while clearing her throat, "Okay, so you're more than just a pervert who jerks off at the sound of a girl enjoying herself. Glad to know. Why are you out so late in the dorms and how did you come to start doing this?"

The wolf rumbled quietly, "My mentor uses me often to fetch books and whatnot." He gestured toward a pack near the lantern and then continued, "Through these dorms is the quickest way to get back and forth to where she wants me to go usually but one night I heard something coming from your door. At first, it sounded like a hiss, and when I listened closer after a bit of silence...I started hearing other noises."

Mara kept her expression neutral but cursed her experimentations with anal and her love for the soreness it caused, "And in the end, you started with your perverted little game? What about the times you peeked in on me? I usually keep the door shut."

"I used a spell to look through the door and catch a glimpse. Can't use it all the time or else I would have been caught and well...I got caught tonight trying to use that spell."

While she could ward against such perversions of magic, she decided to instead enjoy the moment, drinking in the fact that someone found her body worthy of doing such a thing but she still couldn't let him think this was okay, "Let see if I understand this correctly. You heard someone enjoying themselves, decided to take a peek using magic, started toying with yourself in the middle of the hall and now here you are getting caught with your robes open?" When the wolf nodded, Mara sighed, "I really should just report you."

The wolf shuddered but nodded, "That would be fair..."

A frown tugged at the corners of her mouth while she watched the wolf turn his eyes downward more from the fact that he was such a meek creature with such a beautiful tool, "Really, you could always pay someone for this type of thing instead of being so sneaky about it."

Red blossomed along the wolf's grey cheeks as he muttered quietly enough that she couldn't catch that. When she tilted her head he spoke up just a bit, "Yes but I think I would still find you more attractive still and I'd want to come back."

Her eyes grew wide, the surprise unable to be hidden as she found herself oddly flattered by this perverse wolf. When she regained her composure, she huffed, "I guess that's just your arousal talking but if you really mean that then pay up. Toss a sliver and I'll come out and take it. That way, you can see my body up close and I can get paid for it. Throw two, and I'll keep quiet about this."

The warmth on her cheeks kept on growing hotter until it began to swim to the rest of her body with each word. He probably wouldn't go for it, probably would even complain and say that he could only part with a fen but instead, he fumbled through the pockets of his robes until he produced a pouch that looked heavy with jingling metal. Again she gaped as he produced two slivers and tossed them with quiet care. They landed just in front of the door.

"Do...Do you need more?" He asked.

More? He was willing to pay more for just a peek? With a breath, she decided to go for it without care. She wore her embarrassment like a heated shawl before casting open the door and stepping out in the nude. Mara felt her cheeks grow hotter, her eyes avoiding his as she turned away from him and bent over to grab the coins. When she looked back at him, his hand was at his shaft which seemed to have grown but of course, that must have been her imagination.

While he was lost in a pleasant dream, Mara muttered, "How much would you be willing to pay if I let you hump my thighs." His ears perked up high and he fumbled around for his purse before fishing through it, plucking a glimmering coin colored white and platinum. Again she found surprise touching her features as she spoke, "A pearl? Two slivers are enough to pay for a few meals but a pearl? Supplies for a term, new clothes, perhaps even tuition for said term without a patron."

Slivers were worth a modest amount but pearls were two steps above that. A single pearl would need to be broken into separate coins for most of what she liked to purchase but she wasn't complaining, only curious as to why a student had one. Her eyes then narrowed on him as the gears turned in her head until she realized that he could have been some noble's son. It wasn't uncommon for nobility to send their children here.

"My father has a hold or two. I uh, could always give you a coral instead if you think this is too much..." The wolf muttered quietly.

Students with noble birth were annoying. They demanded things that other students had to earn and oftentimes thought their money would bring them everything in the world. It couldn't give them knowledge or passing grades but their influence could often let little mistakes they made slide while other students who did similarly would get punished. Still, if he was a rotten brat then he would have tried to make a move for her already, that and he was cute enough that she might've let him do it if he tried.

With a sigh, she turned toward him and reached out to snatch the pearl, palming it with the rest of the coins before leaning in until their noses were nearly touching, "Okay then. My name is Mara. Let's head into my room so you can enjoy yourself without the risk of being caught by someone else."

As she turned around, she heard the wolf scrambling to grab his lantern and pack, following her as she stepped into her room. Once the door shut he set his pack down and spoke while snuffing out the lantern, "My name is Fros. I'm sorry for my earlier transgressions and I thank you for this opportunity."

The softness of his voice betrayed his size, both the size of his body and the size of his tool. Mara addressed Fros without turning toward him while tossing the coins onto her desk, "Thank you for the coin but make sure you aren't caught doing something like this again, or well, don't do it at all. Now get undressed so we can get this done."

She heard a quick murmur of agreement before her ears perked at the sound of his robes sliding off of his body to hit the floor. When she decided to take a peek, she controlled the urge to purr. He was larger than her by a head or two and his body looked strong despite his meekness. There was something soft about his size and the way he held himself that she couldn't quite pin down but his throbbing shaft was anything but. Instead of urging him forward, she placed both of her paws on the bed and lifted her tail, giving him an invite to slide inside if he wanted or just stick to what she had promised.

"S-since I'm paying...Might I make a few requests?" Before waiting for her to answer, Fros chewed through his words, "Like, I think I would enjoy it more if you laid on your back. I...I've seen you from behind so many times that I'd like to look at your face and perhaps even steal a kiss if possible."

Either he was just a bit bolder behind closed doors or the fact that he had paid for a service helped him feel less nervous. Regardless, he could have been even bolder and she wouldn't have minded. With a shrug, she got on the bed and turned onto her bed, legs spread as she brought a few digits down to rub over her crotch. The wolf walked over with a shudder, his shaft resting on her crotch while he leaned down all the way to close his mouth over hers. Both of his hands grabbed onto her thighs, digits squeezing through the fur to let his claws brush against the skin beneath while his tongue pushed against her mouth. She parted her lips for him, one paw coming up to cup his cheek while her heart began to throb and flutter at the feeling of a warm kiss at her lips, and a twitching cock at her crotch. Her indifferent facade began to peel apart with every second spent drowning in his kiss. A purr escaped her while the paw that had been rubbing at her crotch moved up to grasp the head of his shaft. Her thoughts were becoming muddied by lust, tainted by just a simple kiss and the grinding of a heated shaft along her crotch.

When he finally pulled away, Mara breathed out, "During most of those little sessions that you watched or listened to, I like to leave the door unlocked just to fantasize about perverts like you. I figured you'd be bolder but here you are satisfied with just a kiss and humping. What is it that you really want to spend that pearl on?"

The wolf brought himself down all the way so his mouth was pressed near her ear as he breathed out, "Marry me."

Mara's cheeks were burning, her head chewing on the words before sputtering out of control. She opened her mouth and placed her paws on his shoulders urging him to back away enough that their eyes could meet as she blurted, "Have you been maddened by fae?"

Fros stared at her for a moment, hues of stormy gray and blue blinking behind his hair until he answered her, "I...I'm sorry, that was too forward, wasn't it? This time between us is bought but I can't help but feel some sort of pull. I want to have a family someday and the instinct tugged strongly when you asked me what I wanted."

While she tried to calm the burning in her cheeks, she shook her head, "Even if we knew each other for more than a single night, then I would still most likely answer no as my studies are too important and you, you're of higher status. I'm sure you can do much better."

"But what if I think you're better?"

The answer had come quick as a whip and left a mark on her heart as she tried to search for some retort until she huffed, "You don't even know me."

Quietly, the wolf grabbed hold of his shaft and urged it toward her heat, kissing her neck between words, "I can get to know you." He then paused before muttering, "That isn't to say that I won't respect your answer now or later but rather to say, I'd like to know you. May I come back?"

She trembled while she felt the head of his shaft start to spread her, her arms coming around his back to hold on while she replied, "If you're going to pester me with proposals and courting then, no. I will throw you and your money out but if you want to talk or have a bit more fun then I don't think I mind. You can tell me your reasons for wanting marriage some time but I think I'd appreciate giving my mind a break from such surprises and stress until I say otherwise."

Mara could feel him smiling against her neck as he drove his hips forward and began fitting his length inside of her inch by inch, "It'll be a short break...I was um, enjoying myself out there for a bit."

"Then make it rough. I already stretched myself out a bit so you should be able to go hard as you can. I'm not a flower."

To his credit, he listened when she said something and he brought his hips forward with a sudden movement that jolted her back and nearly caused her to let out a cry of pleasure that would have let everyone in this wing of the academy know what they were doing. As she brought an arm over her mouth, the wolf's hips began to jerk forward over and over again to pound every inch of that shaft inside of her until his balls were kissing her tail. It wasn't that long before she began feeling the rise of his bulbous knot swelling against her pussy with every roll of his hips. One of his arms had to come around her body to hold her in place otherwise she might've been pushed back against the wall her bed was pressed against. It would've made for a good joke during the middle of sex but she appreciated being spared from an aching head and wounded pride. Even in his hold her body still jolted with every push, her eyes fluttering as she tried to hold her mind steady against the constant crash of pleasure. She had already been close when he had interrupted her and it didn't take long before she felt her insides tightening on him, her pleasure gushing around his shaft as he kept on pounding without relent. The knotting from the toy had made it easy for him to get his knot inside after a bit of trying but he lingered, oh how he lingered inside of her. He didn't cum, not yet, his shaft twitching against her inner walls while his mouth kissed her neck with warm breaths that threatened to turn into fog in her mind.

"Should I? Should I cum inside of you? I know you said you don't want to get married so I'm assuming that means you aren't fond of the idea of kids." He said quietly through heated breaths.

Mara purred, "Pull out. Maybe next time you can keep it inside. I've got an herb or two that will prevent pregnancy but the real concern is the mess. I'll use my mouth." She thought he was going to cum inside of her anyway when he didn't say anything in response and didn't make a move to pull out but when Mara looked, she saw that his eyes were fixed on her with one quirked up, "What?"

Fros muttered, "Well...You're a bit small and pulling out suddenly could hurt you. I know you said you could handle it rough and you obviously can but isn't that a bit much?"

She brought a foot up to kick his gut, not hard, but firm enough that she began the process of pulling herself away from his knot while she huffed, "I told you I'm not a flower. Besides, the concoction I was using on myself was meant for differences in size. Not enough to numb all sensation but enough to make things a bit easier, so get to it or I'll keep kicking you until I free myself."

The wolf coughed, "I see...Instead of sweet pumpkin, your eyes should be more like wildfire."

Mara smiled, "I take that as a compliment as I do not enjoy being belittled or underestimated, now, since you didn't start moving."

She pushed her foot against his gut again and he huffed out as he got the message and began to yank his hips out while holding her down with one arm. Mara trembled as she felt his knot slowly slip out of her pussy, stretching it wide until it came out with a wet pop. An urge to mewl, to make some sort of sound of pleasure and pain struck her on the back of the head but she settled for a satisfied sigh of relief. When she looked at Fros again, he was standing there with his twitching shaft out in the open leaking from the tip. Mara smiled and slid off of the bed and onto her knees to bring her mouth over the head of his cock, the salty bitterness offset by the sweetness of her concoction staining both her insides and his shaft. Both of his hands grabbed onto her head just as he thrust forward and brought most of it inside of her mouth.

Fros had been just about to breed her because almost as soon as his knot touched her lips, her mouth began to fill with his warm seed. She caught the first shot down her throat and struggled not to choke before she managed to keep herself steady as every other shot began to fill her maw. When he finished, Mara struggled to drink it down, coughing just a bit when he pulled out of her mouth.

"Are you well?" The wolf said as his hands dropped to her shoulders.

She let out an exaggerated sigh and hopped up onto the bed, ignoring the touch at her shoulders, "Even with the herb that might've knocked me up." She looked at his face and saw that his mouth was about to open most likely in rebuke so she cut him off, "A joke. Now then...You know, you're free to take back your money. I only meant to jostle you a little but you went along with every little punch. You could've stolen a kiss from moment one and I would have called you a brigand but melted from the touch."

Fros' cheeks flushed with pink while he cleared his throat, "You can keep the money. I don't mind trading a few coins for a more than pleasant evening. Besides, it did spice things up a bit."

She stole a glance at the pearl sitting on her desk and wished with all her heart that she could see glittering coin in such a lax manner. When she turned to look at him it was with a wry smile, "Hm, I guess it did. You're free to keep paying instead of peeping but I have one question before you go. Why marriage? Aren't you a student here too?"

"Oh. I wouldn't want to abandon my studies and well, I wouldn't want anyone I married to abandon their goals either. It is just, I want a family." His voice then turned quiet and his stature seemed to shrink, "My mother passed from illness and so my father encouraged my studies in the medicinal arts and was even proud when I doubled my efforts in grief but...His words and eyes were hollow. Our family had been broken. Wealthy as we were, we were a name and name alone."

Mara began turning her head around those words, around that revelation, trying to search for something that would seem like comfort but her mentor's warnings began to play in her mind about thinking too much during an interaction, and instead, she breathed out a simple, "I'm sorry." She paused for a moment, considering a bit more and then added, "I don't know if I would ever want that, a family that is but...We can talk. My mentor told me that friends are at times a better family than blood has given us."

The wolf's ears perked and he brought himself forward to wrap his arms around her body in a crushing embrace that made her wonder how much of his strength was natural and whether or not he trained. When he released her, he said softly, "Thank you...Those are the sweetest words anyone has ever given me here. I do not get along with other nobles because I am too quiet and I do not wear enough feathers in my cap. Other students treat me too kindly or with near reverence which is why I prefer the quiet and prefer staying quiet. If you ever need anything, please feel free to whisper my name on a magic bird and send it off. I'll respond as I can." Mara was about to respond when his ears perked and he looked at the bag in the corner of her room, "T-that's right. The medical wing! I need to see my mentor immediately. Please, excuse me. I need to be off!"

He nearly ran out nude from her room but stopped long enough to get his robes on and tied before he picked up his pack and lantern. Fros gave her a wave before he slipped out of her door and into the night. Mara almost immediately laid back on the bed, eyes shutting as she felt her mind buzzing with several thoughts at once. The stimulation of talking to someone, of interacting with someone was nearly enough to make her mind feel like foggy fuzz. She didn't hate it but it was certainly easier to just masturbate and call it an evening. Sex had so many little pieces of emotions that were difficult for her to handle both during and after. Even if she only focused on cherishing the act there was still always an aftermath. Now she was thinking about what type of relationship she would foster with him and what type of person he was outside of these brief moments. A student of medicine and medical arts meant he most likely touched necromancy. She had to wonder whether or not he had ever wanted to bring his mother back or at least speak to her departed soul. Such questions were most likely rude and unbefitting of a casual conversation. Among these thoughts were the emotions teeming. Embarrassment, blushing admiration, and arousal, sympathy, regret, concern, and more. Realizing that sleep would be too difficult, she got up and went to her desk to set aside her magic book and get out a smaller journey where she cataloged her thoughts and feelings when they got too difficult for her to handle.