The Advanced Summoning exam is fast approaching and I feel woefully under prepared. Sure, I’ve mastered the primary materials: Golems, Familiars, Elementals, and the binding spells for each of them, but Miss Enelum mentioned an extra credit opportunity involving a summoning spell outside of the curriculum.

That brings me to the dusty, dingy corner of the old library of Faulkner Castle on the Northern grounds of the academy, checking out every book on summonings I can find. Each time I've finished reading a few spines I’m forced to nudge my large, circular-frame glasses up the bridge of my nose, and those books tucked at the bottom of the shelves have me regularly running my long pale fingers through my red-blonde hair to keep it out of my face— only for a moment longer at a time.

"Alak'Mhach: Tol Ka" I read aloud in a whisper, barely parting my thin pink lips. My Tel'ki is rather rusty, as is the case for most dead languages. At some point I'd decided I'd do what I could to prevent their death of course. Roughly, it read "Summoners' Scripts: Tol Ka." The second phrase was unfamiliar to me but it seems the sort of thing I'm looking for and I wrestle the heavy, dusty tome out from its place on the lowest shelf. Flipping it over I discover a large 'X' over its book number-- a sign this has been banned from being checked out by students. With a heavy sigh I run my hand over the leather cover and then look down the rest of the ill-lit hallway which marks the last few shelves of my search. Should I return this I wager I'll find little else to replace it, the Tel'ki being some of the oldest to delve into summoning O'Pol, as they called them. Beings from beyond.

"Minfal." I say quietly but firmly at the book, watching it shrink to the size of a ripe apple before I tuck it safely into my shoulder-slung bag. Turning about I lean down and pick up the rest of my pile of books, far more mundane than the last, which I retrieved seeing as they were the totality of resources we used thus far this year and I felt it likely we had not totally exhausted every O'Pol from their pages.

"Here we are Miss Molz." I look over my glasses at the stout, stern book-keeper as she begins reading over the book numbers of the hefty stack, an enchanted pen writing away behind her. I oft wonder just how much of the record book is made of my comings and goings.

"I don't need to tell you when I'll need these back." She grumbles at me, often oscillating between delighted and disappointed to see me, today seeming like the latter.

"Right, two weeks." I answer with a smile, precariously cradling the haul in my grasp before heading away towards my dormitory. I pass several groups of girls on the way, none flashing me even a solitary glance, but I pay this no mind. I've long enjoyed the company of books and the strange discovery nestled in my bag has me just as excited as I'm sure they are for the ball this coming weekend.

Finally at my room I whisper my password into the iron lock and hear a satisfying clunk in reply as it unlocks and the door swings open. With a thump I set down the stack of books on my bed and then with a flick of my wrist close the door once again. My room sits at the top floor of one of the main keep's spires, a tremendously high ceiling towering above what amounts to a meager space suited only for a bed, modest desk, and a handful of chairs for sitting. The only identifiable perk to me is the fireplace across from my bed which always serves to enhance the studying experience.

"Mafal." With this spell the tome returns to its original size and I set it down on the worn, elaborate rug covering the entirety of the ground. Kicking off my boots and removing my overcoat I kneel down in my shorts and blouse, peeling of a pair of socks whilst my eyes remain fixed upon the cover of the book. Once my hands are free once more I pull it open, finding an utterly illegible signature within. The former owner, perhaps.

Flipping through I realize just how little of my Tel'ki has stuck with me but remain thankful the spells listed seem to make sense enough. As the sun sets I start to narrow down just what I'll try tonight-- the options being far too many. Slipping on a fresh pair of socks and tossing on a heavy sweater I slip into a pair of hiking boots and prepare to head out. The floormistress had passed a while ago, surely, while I was lost in my reading. Being a straight-A student affords me certain privileges, like said mistress often skipping my quarters to hurry her way back down and home rather than insist upon placing the locking hex on model student Mira Ackhert's door. And I take advantage by heading to the edge of the forest to squeeze a little extra spell practice in.

"No spells in the dorms after dark," the rule goes, and the old stone walls of this place are bound by it. So instead I do them outside.

I'm practically out of breath by the time I've finally reached the first floor, though I'm sure all these nighttime voyages are responsible for my shapely legs-- a nice offset for all the time spent lounging on the floor with a book.

The brisk Fall air brushes by me as I step into the forest, finding a suitable tree to lean up against and get comfortable before deciding upon a spell. Soon enough I'm transfixed by one entry with a faded drawing of a woman in the margin, appearing to have been once upon a time quite a work.

"Timi Ofa O'Pol.." I read the words to the spell under my breath, unconfidently, no effort to invoke their power behind them. Sitting up I shift around in place and set the book carefully in front of me, coming to rest with my legs tucked under my round rear, kneeling and taking a deep breath.

"Timi Ofa O'Pol!"

The forest practicaly explodes with the sound of animals rustling about, from what I can tell... moving away from me rather than towards me, sparing me the moment of fear that something was coming after me at least. But this feels worse, the cool air becoming icy, an unnatural wind sweeping through the leaves as a subtle glow appears on the page and spurts of lightning leap forth, gnarling and grabbing at the ground. I slink backwards from it, kicking it forward away from me yet unable to tear myself away entirely and take off back onto the schoolgrounds out of some sort of morbid curiosity.

Just then the meaning of 'Tol Ka' returns to me: prison. This wasn't some summoner's guide to conjuring up beings ready to cooperate, this was a book crafted to house those unruly creatures deemed too troublesome to leave for others to call upon. Yet a sliver of hope for me remains in that the same book surely contains the means to bind them anew.

But there's no chance for me to try now, as your figure looms forth out from the sparkling pages and onto the forest floor in front of me, my eyes peering up at you over my glasses.

"H-Hello!" I stutter out, my lack of sociability getting the better of me for what might be the last time.

That’s the gist for now! Well put-together, ascendant college-witch looking for a bad influence. Frankly, the more bad-girl boxes you check the better— besides being a sex demon to begin with of course. Precisely what sort of sex demon I suppose is up for debate. The title of course features a succubus and this seems the obvious choice, but merely some otherworldly creature with just as much a corruptive streak is fine by me. Feel free to come with suggestions! Also, somewhat of an odd request, it would be lovely if you could mention some fantasy series you're currently into. Both as a way of seeing where we overlap and what we can riff off of and identifying those that have truly read this perhaps presumtuously lengthy post. Brevity is not my strongsuit, I'm sorry.

The vague dynamic I do have in mind is something along the lines of devious, live-in RA who happens to also need be kept a secret lest I end my storied academic career with expulsion. Surely she'd never lord this over me. Regardless, this debaucherous demon finds herself fixated on the prudish student whose achieved a feat not matched in several hundred years: summoning her. So you so graciously ordain to keep me company, or haunt me, or rather overtly like the idea of corrupting and defiling such a goody two-shoes. We can discuss it! My only real preference is you come with someone (or something) in mind, however. Preferably somewhat concrete and quirky, a character I can bounce the idea that is Mira off of. I adore when characters have their own fixations, feelings, fears, separate from whatever it is specifically we're doing, it adds a lovely level of depth and makes it far easier to write in my experience.

Freya Academy

I don't have much more in mind for this academy than what is written, in all honesty. An all girls' magic academy in an isolated region of the Northern U.S., the particular time period being up for debate. At the very least I imagine most lavish technologies of today are prohibited on the premisise in order to promote an interest in the 'Dark Arts' as they are so lovingly called.

As for locations, professors, and so on we can fill things in prior to getting started and/or as we go! Seeing as I'm not too firmly set on anything beyond what I've already mentioned I promise you won't step on any toes when working in your own ideas.

The Sexy Bits

First, a general note on Mira. She's by no means clueless as to the world of pleasure and so forth but she's most definitely a virgin in something of a prude-- at least to start with. This doesn't mean she won't be receptive, nor that you'll have to go to great lengths in order to get between her legs (unless these are aspects you'd enjoy exploring), but just be aware you're dealing with someone who's never paid much mind to the possibilities of physical ecstasy.

Moving on! I’ll note I’m pansexual, a switch and vers (despite my largely submissive post history) but for this prompt I'm hoping to be more strictly submissive. I can hardly imagine Mira standing up to the force emerged from her tome so I'd prefer to leave this off the table. I'll also mention that playing opposite a Futa is also on the table but nowhere even approaching required.

Perhaps you’re gentle, reassuring me that despite being trapped in this book you mean me no harm, getting me to let my guard down slowly but surely like no one has before— and regularly getting inside my pants in the process. Or you’re more demanding, breaking down my demure exterior to bring the well of untapped sexual energy up to the surface. Either and anything in between seems to work here. Day to day I’ll be my coy self, but as you wear my defenses down or whatever mystical powers of influence you may have get the better of me I revel in my defenselessness, the sensation of your control, whether you act as a protector or a potential threat whose company I nonetheless end up enjoying.

Some kinks we could work in are: facesitting (receiving), cunnilingus (giving/receiving), public play, teasing (receiving), edging (receiving), sloppy blowjobs (giving), rimming (giving/receiving), anal training (receiving), anal (receiving), crude gags (on my character— torn clothes, underwear, rags), creampies (receiving), non-con/dub-con (as the victim), body worship (giving or receiving— cock, ass, pussy, feet), light bondage (receiving), forced orgasms (receiving), musk, sweat, orgasm denial (receiving), exhibitionism/voyeurism, age gaps, feminization (receiving), interspecies partners, breeding or breeding talk (however I've 0 interest in playing pregnant), humiliation (receiving), spanking (receiving), insults (receiving, barring slurs), blackmail (receiving), lots of cum/precum, groping, squeezing, me begging, size comparison, tribbing, strap-ons (receiving), being entirely nude or dressed up femme during sex and surely more!

I know that’s quite a lot and I even went to the trouble of specifying in what direction everything goes but I mean it when I say nothing is required! So long as the general theme of “penetrating the coy bookworm's shell” (heh) is involved, however otherwise vanilla, we should be able to have some fun!

But What About Story?

For this prompt I’m looking generally feeling a fairly even 60/40 split between smut and story, though I think it lends itself rather well to being heavier on the smutty side depending on the route we choose— and what variety of demon or other entity you might choose to be. I could certainly cook up all sorts of baggage or merely day-to-day musings for Mira to wade through, it'd be pleasant if you've your own set of in-character motivations and goings-on as well.

The two of us could scamper around the school with me desperately trying to keep you hidden as a supposed transfer, or perhaps you’re none too interested in being hidden and end up turning my entire world upside down. Or hell, maybe you're actually a positively lovey-dovey demon all to thankful to have finally been set free, even if you still possess a bit of dominant streak. Romance, anyone? All that to say I'm rather flexible and most of all want to make sure we're both getting what we want out of this.

Addressing The Enby In The Room

Mira is written primarily as a cis-female and I'm happy to play as such, though I'm equally happy to play out a 'journey of discovery' so to speak with her being an 'enby-to-be' instead. I don't really see her stumbling into that identity on her own given how I envision her sheltered life-- yes I know this is ultimately arbitrary and set up by me but I can't help but end up feeling like these characters I cook up have particular circumstances of their own. Anyway, this is not by any means required and I've nothing against playing 'F' here, but I figured it worth mentioning for those who may have questions.

I think I’ve written just about enough though, right? Should you be even more a masochist than I am though you can get to know a bit more about me in my DPP Profile before shooting over a message. And I am very eager to read your message!