This choice: do you know you're cursed? That your body was already primed for possession?" • Go Back...Chapter #8Cursed and possessed. What's next? by: RoyalJelly   "Did you know that you're cursed?"
Melona furrowed her brow. "I'm not. I mean, you're not. Or--Professor, this doesn't make sense."
It was something that students learned within their first few weeks of Curses and Enchantments. Most curses needed to be attached to an object or marking in order to work, and nearly all of them needed an ongoing source of mana. Melona had never noticed unusual markings on her body before, and the only object that she wore regularly were her glasses, which never showed signs of being cursed.
Cosyt took another long slow breath. Her body was shaking. "I--I guess 'curse' isn't quite the right word. Ritually prepared, maybe?"
Melona blinked. "I've never been part of a ritual, though."
"I--I suppose I need to explain, don't I?" Cosyt got up, closed the blinds to the classroom door, then walked over to the chalkboard. Melona couldn't help but notice that years' worth--possibly decades' worth--of corruption had left Cosyt with a slight, but seemingly permanent, sashay. Watching her swing such a skinny pair of hips was more comical than seductive, but Melona still had to avert her gaze. She was growing increasingly aware of her new body's appetites. Cosyt began drawing on the chalkboard. "How're you feeling?"
"Horny," said Melona without thinking. She clapped her hands over her mouth. "I--I mean, I'm so sorry, it--"
"Mel, darling," said Cosyt. Her tone was still understanding, but a current of urgency ran cold beneath it. "I'm part lust demon. People say worse things around me all the time without meaning to. It comes with the territory."
Melona resisted the urge to lick her lips. Cosyt was so kind to her. So intelligent. So small and defenseless.
"You're feeling the urges, aren't you?" asked Cosyt. "That confirms my suspicions."
"What urges?" asked Melona. It was a stupid question, and she knew that Cosyt wouldn't believe her, but if she could give her a false sense of security--
Cosyt pulled open another drawer in her desk and pulled out a card inscribed with a small summoning circle. She waved the back of her hand over it, tracing out the lines of some overly-complicated geometric pattern. An ice cube appeared in her hand, seemingly out of thin air. Before Melona could react, Cosyt turned around and threw it at her.
Melona watched as the cube arced towards her chest, and her reflexes took over, like a cat batting at a passing insect. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts towards the incoming projectile, ready to smother it with her cleavage, to melt it down with the fires of her lust and make it hers, then to advance on her old body and--
"EEEK!"
The ice cube vanished down her cleavage, remaining unmelted as it shot down her top, down to the hem of her skirt. Cosyt stepped forward, pulled the hem of Melona's skirt out, and let the ice fall down into her panties. Melona jerked upright in shock as she felt its cold in her crotch, jerking her out of her predatory reverie.
Cosyt suppressed a chuckle and turned it into a cough. "Sorry, Melmel," she said. "But I don't have any more mana suppressant on hand. A little ice from the outskirts of one of the chillier planes is good in a pinch though."
Melona felt a rush of shame coming over her, almost drowning out the discomfort from her own freezing pussy. "Oh--oh gods, Professor I'm sorry, I just--" she shuddered.
"It's fine, Mel," said Cosyt, "But please, let me talk. That cube will be melting pretty soon, and we need to get you another dose of suppressant before it does." She tapped her chalk against the board. Melona looked up to see a series of complicated diagrams drawn on it; it looked somewhat squished and messy along its top border, as though Cosyt weren't used to being so short and needed to jump in places to finish her drawings. Melona resisted the urge to think that was cute, lest she get too worked up.
Cosyt cleared her throat. "Melona, you've been treated with a ritual that turns you into a conduit for corruption and possession." She raised a hand, pre-empting any questions that Melona could have blurted out. "The long and short of it is that you've technically been slightly corrupted in a way that makes it easier for external spiritual energies to take over your body. Or to body-swap with you." She pointed at a crudely-drawn picture of a human body. "We typically call it a curse because the markings it makes aren't on the victim's body, but their soul. It rearranges the flow of mana within you to fuel itself. And before you ask, no, that's probably not the only reason why you've had such a hard time since coming here. Or maybe it is. It's hard to tell without some additional tests and we don't have time for that."
"But--but why--"
Cosyt didn't let her finish. "Typically when an outside force possesses or corrupts a human, its influence a little weaker at first. That's why I didn't completely turn into a succubus when I first got corrupted. But--" she pointed at a series of arrows and runes. "Any spirit that possesses someone who's cursed like you gets to take over full-force, and if that victim's soul gets placed into a new vessel, that vessel's form hits that unprepared soul like a cannonball. Your spirit is so vulnerable that any corruption in its new host is going to be amplified twofold at minimum."
"So I--"
"So you a body that's filled enough corruption to have broken you in seconds if I hadn't taken a dose of mana suppressant this morning, and I'm trying to contain a full-on lust aura and years of infernal sexual frustration in a body that's not equipped to handle that." She chewed the inside of her cheek. "And we're both stuck like this until we can find a way to undo that curse."
"But how did--"
"I don't know. The Conduit Curse Ritual only takes a minute or so if you know how to do it right, but not many people can."
"Why--"
"I don't know that either." Cosyt looked at the clock. "I've got some theories, but those will have to wait. We've got about five minutes to get you a syringe of mana suppressant before you start getting horny again." She grabbed Melona by the hand and pulled her towards the classroom door. "Let's go, we need to get to--   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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