Control
Ghum's spells are unwieldy, uncontrollable, frequently fizzling out for lack of his attention or spiraling into full blow mishaps waiting to happen. Arnul has some ideas about how to stop this, some method by which Ghum might retain control.
But the kobold may be losing his.
"While the methods to keep you focused are quite unusual-" Ghum grit his teeth as the toy slowly worked free from under his tail, guided and teased out by the magpie's forefinger and thumb. "I cannot deny that it has been quite effective, you only had two spells fizzle out during your practice session today and no-" The kobold whimpered as the toy finally popped free of its thickest point, the rest smoothly gliding out until the avian was holding onto just the stout metallic plug which he quickly tossed onto his desk. "Accidents."
Had he expected to end up like this? Bent over his instructor's desk, pants somewhere down on the floor while the avian admired his perverted work and yet strangely turned on by it? His eyes flicked over towards the instrument that was just retrieved from him, the circular base balanced up on the top of the desk with light runic work glowing around the rim. It wasn't doing anything just now but the enchantment was only for when it was inserted, which Ghum recalled as a faint but firm buzzing right up against his prostate.
A feathered finger inserted itself into the place left vacant by it, the bird's longer appendage able to get deeper into him than a more common hand-shape. It played around on the inside, testing the kobold's lightly winking rectum as it tried and failed to re-close itself around the invasive digit. His face buried into the crook of his elbow as he gave a light groan, a gasping noise that shook through his chest when that digit stroked almost too easily along his prostate. Precum drooled out of his short shaft and onto the desk beneath while the magician smirked playfully at his back.
"Sensitive, aren't you? Very well, I think we have time for a quick lesson while you recover here in my offices." Lesson was said with such layered yet barely disguised intention as the corvid stood up behind him, leaving the kobold's fat little legs dangling off the desk without even the bird's lap to support his weight on. Instead those broad winged hands grabbed hole of a ham hock each and spread out the kobold's legs around his waist, with the bird soon easing himself into place. Long and smooth, the humanoid shape of that shaft traced its way between Ghum's cheeks and followed the fat curve of his tail upwards as it came to rest between the pillow soft embrace of the reptile's backside.
What could Ghum say? As much as his brain scolded him, told him it was dirty, that he wasn't here to get laid by some pervert professor; it was in a kobold's nature to be servile, obedient. That obedience also extended to the bedroom (office, in this case), letting more dominant wings guide him and nurture him into what his eons bred brain told him he wanted the most: a master. Was Arnul that master? No, but for now he was a lovely surrogate that made him gasp and coo in wonderful ways.
Arnul's wing came under his chin, tipping his head up and back to look cross-eyed down along the avian's white beak towards his dark-feathered face. A thumb pressed at his lips, bidding him to open them which he did without a syllable uttered between them before the magpie leaned down. A kiss was impossible, the mouth shapes just were too incompatible for anything more than what the bird did. His tongue played out into the kobold's muzzle, stroking along the rim of his teeth, along his tongue which the reptile was only too happy to let the slender appendage 'overpower' his own. At the back, hips shifted, sliding that shaft down, down, down until the blunt tip came to rest at the kobold's stretched pucker.
Insertion. The heat of that shaft racing through the kobold's core as he yipped out against Arnul's tongue, causing the beak to retreat away from his lips. Two broad wings came to close instead around Ghum's horns, clutching them like the handles of a wheelbarrow as that shaft sunk in by the millimeter. Arnul was a slow lover, savoring the way those insides clenched around him in desperation for more of him with only precum helping to lubricate the way. A production that the magpie never had trouble with, the thin ooze smearing around the kobold's insides with that firm, steady push forwards.
"Now... Conjure a dancing light spell for me, Ghum." The bird's voice intoned, just a smidgen of the hot desire coursing through the magpie's system actually getting through in the way his voice slurred slightly. Those fingers around the kobold's horns tightened their grip as he wormed his way down to his base with a soft trill of delight when feathered hips met scaled ones. The kobold felt his pelvis getting pinned by the bird's muscular legs, squashing him against the unyielding wood of the desk. Perhaps it was good he favored an extra slice of pie at dinner time, so that he had some cushion?
He cupped his palms together, leaving a small space at the top with his thumbs pointed up and out of the way. Willing the weave together, feeling the flow of magic pool and collect between his palms until a single, glowing mote of light flickered and flared to life between his palms. The orb sputtered and flickered, Arnul drawing himself slowly out from that captivating rear before seeming to notice what his withdraw was doing.
"Shhh... focus. Keep the flow steady. It is yours to control, not the will of chance to guide." A hand drifted down, thumb stroking over Ghum's cheek before those hips pumped firmly within again and speared the kobold right back down that thick prick. This time the collected magic didn't falter, staying resolute and hovering an inch above the kobold's closed together palms. "Perfect." Whichever thing Arnul was complimenting, he kept it ambiguous enough though perhaps the way his hips ground forward despite having no more length left to dig between those cheeks was clue enough.
The floating wisp stayed still while the bird started to take measured thrusts, withdrawing only a portion of himself before feeding it back in with a quiet clap of body against body. Ghum's legs bounced fruitlessly to either side of the man's waist, his toes curling when the shaft slid right along his prostate to make him release another shot of precum against the underside of the wood surface. His whole upper body was slumped across the surface, tongue beginning to loll out of his mouth with the steady marching rhythm the magpie treated him to.
"Now t-take it across the room and change the color to ph-" Arnul's voice wavered as he paused, holding himself in as he throbbed inside the kobold's stretched rectum. A few moments of huffing against the orange interior of an ear he composed himself enough to continue. "To pink, if you please. It is an illusion, but it is not an illusion of-" Another grunt as the man buried his hips deep once more, the shape of the kobold's rear molding against his pelvis for a moment. "Illusion of control."
Control. Ghum's breath huffed out, leaving a thin plume of condensation across the lacquered surface. His mind steeled and bent thought into action, even though his eyelids were heavy with the constant anal attention the bird gave him. The light rose in slow, jerky motions away from his fingertips while the surface that once glowed white hot slowly melded and faded down into a muted pastel pink before it impacted against the corner of the room. The avian bore down on him as if he was trying to break the kobold's focus, those thrusts losing their even pacing in favor of the impact they could make against his backside.
Every thrust made the bird's balls bounce against the backs of his own, his legs twitching helplessly in open air while his chest rolled back and forth across the desk's surface. The wings around his horns kept him roughly in place, not letting him bound away from the avian's body with a firmer thrust while also trying to keep him snugly down to the base. Precum dripped in thin ribbons from his shaft, the kobold's own spire twitching madly with each rolling thrust forward. Instinctively he snuffed out the light across the room as his concentration slowly broke, throat giving rise to another yip of delight at the moment those thrusts turned rougher.
All pretenses were gone now, leaving only the magpie rutting his student across his own desk in firm, greedy thrusts of his cock to make it vanish between those doughy glutes. A change of angle then, when the bird widened out his stance and hunched over the student's back with a leering trill of his own. Ghum answered with a short yip followed by a gasping whine as he hit his peak when that cock drilled home against his prostate again. A small, sputtering orgasm of his seed across the underside of the desk, followed by the barely audible sound of the thick globules sputtering off and dropping to the floor.
If it had been Ghum's intention to drag Arnul across the line with him, he was mistaken as those feathered hips didn't lose their eagerness. Instead he milked the kobold for what he was worth, making sure that every last ribbon of cum was spent from his pupil's balls with lusty puffs of delight from his beak against one of those broad ears. It was erotic to have those lusty pants so close to his ear, feeling the way the hips dragged against his posterior when they met once again. Arnul's voice only serving to break the quiet with a lilting intonation against the surface.
"Say it..."
"Please..." Came the whispered, hushed response.
"Louder."
"Phhh-please," Louder now, Ghum, his head told him. His tail looping around the bird's back and waist, curling possessively against it. "Please cum in me!"
No answer, a grunt instead as the magpie magician ground himself against those upturned cheeks. Ghum could feel the white hot bursts inside of him as those balls drew taut against his own. Feeling the way they flexed with virility, with potency, each pump signaling yet more cum to be pooled into the kobold's guts. The shaft twitched, stirring the seed within as the bird's chest rested against his upper back, beak nuzzling against an ear.
"You're progressing smoothly with these... private lessons." Arnul teased softly, beak preening along the upper ridge of the kobold's ear before he started teasing himself out. The kobold winced as his body flexed around the retreating member, wanting to keep it within but he didn't have the inner strength to do so. Instead it was with a shudder the shaft pulled out, cum beginning to bubble out and pool down along the kobold's dangling sack to eventually bridge down to the floor.
Instead, the smooth plug kissed against the kobold's hole and he yelped. The metallic surface had grown cold in such a short time, causing him to flex instinctively to keep it away. The magpie wasn't taking no for an answer, however, as he twisted and teased the toy against the tight tunnel until it finally slid in. The passage was easy enough with the corvid's cum as lubricant, soon the broader flare at the base suddenly gave way to the thin support above the round insignia signed bottom before coming flush with the kobold's pucker.
Ghum grimaced as the dull vibration started already, but he knew that it was magically keyed to stop just before it would cause him anything more than brief arousal. After all, the bottom was inscribed with a simple rune and one the magpie had taken great pleasure in showing him the first time. In draconic, it was a well known word. Short. Pointed.
Control.