Noviomagus by Night

Part 2


Suzanne sat at her desk, pouring over her books. She didn\'t really need to since there were no exams in sight or projects needing finishing, but it took her mind off this morning. It had been quite an ordinary morning, or at least it would have been quite an ordinary morning if her perception of reality hadn\'t changed since last night. She was pretty convinced that last night she saw the world in the same way every other human being on the planet saw the world. This morning, things were different.

Take the trees, for example. There were a lot of trees around Radboud University and Suzanne had never really noticed them in the same way that lots of people going about their business didn\'t really notice trees. She did notice them now, though, every single one of them a living being, vibrant and throbbing with life. It was nice to see that trees took such a joy in life, in existing, but it did take some getting used to.

Then there were the buildings. Buildings weren\'t alive. But they weren\'t exactly unalive either. All the humans wandering their corridors, working in their rooms, using their facilities left their marks on them. Buildings became saturated with the emotions of those within them. Of course, humans weren\'t entirely unaware of this. They could usually tell when a building was really creepy, for example. But they couldn\'t sense or fathom that buildings very nearly had a spirit, almost had a soul.

And then there were her fellow human beings as well. Or maybe not her fellow human beings. She couldn\'t read their minds, not exactly, but she was subtly aware of their desires. Always she could almost see what they longed for. She didn\'t know anything about their hopes or fears or plans for the future, but she knew what aroused them the most. Well, possibly anyway. She hadn\'t actually tested if she was right. Walking up to a random stranger and asking \"is your deepest desire really to have a foursome with some incestuous bisexual triplets with really big tits?\" was just one of those little things you just didn\'t do.

And that wasn\'t the worst of it. When people talked, she could hear what they said. Possibly. More or less.

So far, Suzanne had composed four different theories to explain this changed perception:

1) Lycanthropic girl-semen had some very unsual side-effects indeed.

2) The true nature of... whatever else she was besides human started to make itself known.

3) She was going batshit insane.

4) All of the above.

For some reason, none of these theories appealed to her in the least.

A knock on the door the shook Suzanne out of her reverie.

\"Yeah?\"

The door opened just enough to let Christel inside. She was a year older than Suzanne, studying Social Sciences at the University or something. She didn\'t talk much and she dressed in a way that suggested there was a large, invisible wall between her and the rest of humanity.

\"You got a visitor,\" Christel said.

... your girlfriend... no...

\"Who?\" Suzanne asked.

\"Didn\'t ask.\"

... pain...

\"Oh,\" said Suzanne. \"Well, I take it you buzzed her in at least.\"

\"Of course,\" said Christel. \"She\'s probably coming up in the elevator as we speak.\"

... lesbian... no...

\"Thanks,\" said Suzanne, getting up out of her chair. \"I\'ll go meet her at the door then.\"

\"You do that,\" said Christel. \"And could you keep it down? I\'m trying to read.\"

... don\'t want to know... pain...

\"Sure,\" said Suzanne.

Christel nodded, turned and left so quickly Suzanne had to try not think of it as \'fleeing\'.

Suzanne left her room, crossed through the shared living room into the small hallway that led, amongst other things, to the front door. She opened the door and looked down the corridor to see a girl about her age bounding up towards her. Suzanne instantly knew she was a werewolf, but she didn\'t move like one. There was nothing predatory about the way she walked. Instead she seemed more likely to spontaneously burst into song, swing around lampposts and sing loudly about how much she loved this city and that she wanted to be a part of it. Her hair was short and pink, her eyes a clear blue and it wasn\'t until she reached the door that Suzanne recognised her.

\"Hi,\" said the werewolf cheerily. \"I\'m Cynthia. Suzanne, right?\"

\"That\'s me,\" said Suzanne, shaking the offered hand. \"And correct me if I\'m wrong, but wasn\'t your hair blue last night? Not to mention a lot longer?\"

Cynthia quickly ran a hand through her hair and grinned. \"I felt it was time for a change. Besides, that blue barely showed up against the rest of me.\"

\"It\'s a bit... high-profile,\" Suzanne said.

Cynthia grinned like only a predator could. \"Not nearly as high-profile as other things I could do. Many of them involving those tasty little humans. Anyways, can I come in?\"

\"Yeah, sure, of course,\" Suzanne said, stepping aside. \"Uhm, if you don\'t mind my asking, what\'s with the eyes?\"

\"Contacts,\" Cynthia answered, curiously looking around. \"The yellow tends to weird people out. So, which way to your room?\"

\"This way,\" Suzanne said, walking ahead of her.

It wasn\'t until the two women were in Suzanne\'s bedroom with the door firmly closed that Suzanne dared speak up again.

\"So...\" she said slowly, \"Jade mentioned something about contacts last night?\"

Cynthia plopped down into Suzanne\'s desk chair and nodded. \"Yup. But she\'s not being particularly quick about it.\"

\"Why not?\" Suzanne asked, sitting down on her bed.

Cynthia rolled her eyes. \"Look, if Jade\'s right and sex fuels your magic that means you\'re going to screw your teacher a lot. And Jade... well... she\'s a bit jealous.\"

\"I see,\" said Suzanne. \"And you\'re here because...?\"

\"Because I\'m the most knowledgeable of the pack when it comes to magic.\"

\"And Jade doesn\'t mind?\"

\"Nah, I\'m one of her packmates. We share everything.\"

Suzanne nodded, vaguely realising that she should feel a bit freaked out about the casual way that statement had been made and wondering why she wasn\'t.

\"Anyways,\" Cynthia continued, \"first let\'s see if Jade was actually right about your source. So if you could please take off your clothes?\"

Suzanne nodded, stood up and undressed quickly and efficiently. Only when her panties landed on the neat little heap did she wonder why she had absolutely no qualms about being naked in front of a stranger. Standing naked in front of the werewolf didn\'t feel strange or embarrassing or even arousing. Instead it felt perfectly natural. Ordinary even.

Cynthia stood up, put a hand on Suzanne\'s shoulder and guided her down onto the bed. Suzanne lay down on her back and spread her legs expectantly. The pink-haired werewolf knelt next to her and let her hand slip between Suzanne\'s legs.

\"Relax,\" Cynthia whispered.

Suzanne felt a moment of surprise, wondering why anyone should be told to relax when someone was about to pleasure them. But that surprise was gone the instant Cynthia\'s fingers brushed her slit. Suzanne closed her eyes and enjoyed the slow, careful gentleness with which Cynthia aroused her, letting the heat warm her body rather than stirring up a fire that would consume her. And there, entwined with her growing pleasure was the other sensation, the one she could know give a name to. Magic, gently growing, carefully beginning to fill her. Suzanne ignored it, focussing on the pleasure instead. Power didn\'t matter when someone was between your legs, giving you such joy.

Suzanne whined with disappointment when she felt Cynthia withdraw her hand.

\"I\'m not here to bring you off,\" Cynthia whispered. \"I\'m here to teach you about magic.\"

Suzanne opened her eyes to give Cynthia an imploring look and noticed how , behind the blue contact lenses, her eyes glowed yellow.

\"Please,\" Suzanne said. \"You are so good.\"

Cynthia smiled. \"Thank you. But right now you have a small, harmless amount of magic in you and I want you to focus on that.\"

Reluctantly, Suzanne nodded and closed her eyes again. She could feel the magic within her, but she felt the yearning of her pussy even more. Almost unconsciously, she put her right hand between her legs and began circling her clit. Carefully, she guided herself to a place where she no longer burned hotly for someone\'s touch, but where she was in no danger of being overcome with lust either. She wondered idly how long she could stay in this blissful state and decided to find out.

\"The magic,\" Cynthia said.

Keeping her eyes closed, Suzanne nodded again. She didn\'t stop tending to herself, but she managed to direct her attention to the power within her. It hadn\'t grown or faded in any way.

\"Now then, I want you try and let the magic flow out of your body. Try to guide it down your arms, through your hands and out your fingers. Or down your legs and out your toes. Or whatever works best for you. Can you do that?\"

Suzanne nodded again. There was nothing to it, really. The magic responded to her like ink from a pen. She let the magic flow up her body, through her chest and decided to split it there, letting a stream flow through each arm.

But... no, there was a better use for it, wasn\'t there?

Suzanne\'s magic surged down her right arm as she withdrew her hand from between her legs and let it hover in the air near her mound. She opened her eyes and looked down to the shimmering blue light shape itself and attach itself to her flesh. She used her hand to mold the glow into something rigid and phallic.

Suzanne didn\'t notice Cynthia\'s sudden sharp intake of breath.

The glittering blue cock didn\'t look much like a realistic human dick, but it was close enough. Her fingers curled around the shaft and found it hard and hot. She stroked up and down a few times before deciding that even if it didn\'t look like a real cock, it certainly felt like one. She didn\'t know how she knew that, but she was sure of it anyway.

Suzanne moaned as she jerked herself off, wondering if this was how it felt for Jade as she had plunged her cock into her. No, no it wouldn\'t have felt like this. Jade had been wrapped in tight, wet, heat.

And suddenly she felt that too. No longer was it just her hand around her shaft, but Jade was riding her as well, the werewolf\'s cunt crashing into her with wild abandon.

Moaning and groaning, Suzanne came, sparkling semen shooting from her jerking cock and vanishing the moment it landed anywhere. She kept stroking until she had rode out her orgasm and her cock shimmered and disappeared, the magic spent.

Breathing heavily, Suzanne looked at Cynthia. The werewolf no longer looked even remotely cheerful or carefree.

\"You\'re a succubus alright,\" she said, \"or close as makes no difference. And you\'re powerful. I asked you to let the magic flow out of you, not use it.\"

\"This was much better than just wasting it,\" Suzanne breathed.

\"No, it wasn\'t,\" Cynthia snapped. \"You shouldn\'t be able to do that. And I bet you don\'t even know how you did it, you just wanted it and it happened. That\'s impossible, especially for someone as untrained as you are.\"

\"Perhaps I\'m just special,\" Suzanne purred.

\"No doubt about that,\" Cynthia sighed. She shook her head. \"I need to talk to the pack about this. And I don\'t know if you\'re in a rational frame of mind right now, but I beg of you, until you hear from us again don\'t have sex with anyone. Try not to even think about sex. And if you do get horny, for the love of Asrina, masturbate. Do not have sex. Understand me?\"

\"No need to be so frightened,\" Suzanne said. \"I\'m not going to be stupid.\"

\"I hope so,\" said Cynthia. \"I really do. In any case, I need to get going. And remember what I said.\"

\"I will.\"

Cynthia nodded curtly and left hurriedly. Suzanne lay back smiling, enjoying the afterglow. Perhaps there was a reason to worry, but it could wait a while.

Suzanne looked up when Christel entered. She was completely naked, her hands handcuffed together behind her back and two thin chains connected the black dog collar around her neck to the gold rings through her nipples. A large, red ballgag forced her mouth wide open and prevented her from saying anything, but her eyes pleaded silently for her Mistress\'s touch, not caring whether would come in the form of reward or punishment.

\"Hello Christel,\" Suzanne said lazily.

\"Uhm... I just saw your friend leave.\"

... lesbian...

Suzanne frowned. Christel should not have been able to say that, not with that gag in her mouth. And then she realised that Christel wasn\'t her willing slave, but the well-dressed, slightly aloof young woman she\'d always been. She also realised that, unlike Christel, she really was naked. For some reason, this fact didn\'t bother her nearly as much as she thought it would. It did seem to bother Christel, though.

\"Yeah, something urgent came up. You know how it goes,\" Suzanne said.

\"Right,\" said Christel, blushing hotly.

... no, no, no...

\"Was there something you needed?\"

\"Not really,\" said Christel. \"Just, next time, try not make so much noise. Famke\'s bad enough already. OK?\"

... me, me, me... oh please god... why not me...