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The wind kicked open the window to the three-by-six-foot room that the Arcane University of the Imperium considered fit to call a dorm, following the current of magic in a spiral around Chione as the furred, three-foot-tall kobold chanted an incantation in the language of her draconic forebears. Her five fluffy tails fluttered as the spell's power grew, flinging loose parchment off the half-organized stack on her desk, loose papers bouncing off the pink-tinged tips of her otherwise snow-white fur.

The spell was a straightforward one; a simple charm spell, of the type that oft attracted the attention of men and maidens her age--or more specifically, attracted them to each other. Its difficulty lay not in its magnitude, but in its method of delivery. Charm spells were far more effective when their recipient didn't see them coming, and Chione's case, her target--a true dragonborn who was at the top of her class--wasn't easy to catch unaware. Still, the kobold welcomed the challenge; if it had been easy, one of her rivals would have stolen her heart's desire away long ago, and she was certain she could succeed where many others had failed. She was uniquely blessed with the power of the wind--the only reason the Imperium would allow a kobold a place in its prestigious academy--and it was that very same aptitude that would allow her to direct her spell to its intended target.

Chione's mind couldn't help but dwell on the man she'd fallen for as she continued her chant. Dragon's blood ran far stronger through his veins than hers; as was evident by his seven-foot stature and the sea of ruby scales that glimmered with the fire of their mighty, four-legged ancestors. He was perfectly built, with muscles more befitting a gladiator than a mage, and though she hadn't yet been fortunate enough to see him unclothed, he was endowed enough to give her some idea of what was hiding beneath his trousers.

She shook her head as she forced her focus back to the flow of magic, to the intricate nuances required to maintain the spell's structure while simultaneously directing the wind to carry the enchantment out the window. She directed it towards another window-six doors down the hall from her and one floor above-to the much larger and nicer dorm the school had reserved for one of its most prodigious students. Around this time, she knew he'd be returning from one of those evening honors courses, no doubt weary from a long day of studies and wholly unprepared for a love charm bursting through the shutters.

Chione indulged herself for a moment and imagined herself waiting in his room for his return, there to offer him some relaxation at the day's end. Of letting those sharp talons shred through her robes, touching her in all the places that only he knew; of the bulge in his trousers rubbing against her folds as he picked her up, high enough for their muzzles to meet; of his hand traveling down her side and to his waist, dropping his pants, the warmth of his cock as it pressed against her lips in much the same way as his tongue did to her mouth.

She moaned as she imagined the much larger dragonborn spreading her open, reaching places well beyond anything her past kobold mates ever managed. She sank into his touch, howling his name as her claws dug lightly into his back, all other thoughts drifting away on a wave of bliss...

The spell drifted away alongside her concentration, a fact that the rational half of her mind only grasped after the magical currents ferrying her spell slipped from her grasp. Curses in the gravelly tongue of her dragon ancestors streamed from her as she fumbled for the errant spell, but the forces of the world were not so easily halted once set in motion. The arcane currents found their own direction, weaving to and fro alongside the outside wall of the academy, before finally settling their aim on the same window they had exited just moments before.

By the time Chione recognized her own rebounding spell flying back at her through the window, it had already struck her square in the chest. She cursed again, wondering what her magic would do to her, before her rational mind again took control, this time calming her. She was already madly in love with the man. What would a love charm change about that?

---

It took Chione a minute to refocus herself, running through the words of the chant in her head as she prepared to cast the spell again. She again pictured him in her mind, just as the book she'd snatched from the restricted archives instructed. Her mind jumped straight to his bed, of herself hovering over the edge of it as the dragonborn held her aloft by her tail and took her from behind, her body shaking with his every move.

The kobold moaned again, her concentration long lost as her hand pulled up her robe and slipped into the loincloth beneath and between her moist lips. She grazed lazy circles around her clit, and soon found that she couldn't stop, every touch simply igniting her imagination further, every second bringing with it a new scene of her and the object of her affection in some new position. She saw them both standing, the kobold's maw at the perfect height for him to grasp her ears and mount her face. She saw herself riding him, clutching his shoulders as his hand brushed her cheek, eyes meeting hers. She even felt her head and arms trapped within a stockade, much like the ones kobold thieves were often left on display in-though unlike her, most of those were not left on display with their legs splayed apart and dragonborn cock beneath their tail.

Chione felt herself clench around her fingers as she came, her shrill cry echoing out the window, no doubt creating a few rumors that she would need to deal with later. She sat there on the wooden floor as she caught her breath, her mind trying to come out of her blissful stupor and back into the realm of focus needed to wield the arcane. Instead, it found fire; a ravenous warmth that spread from her belly up through her chest and throughout her whole form.

A part of her wondered how exactly she'd entered into heat, given the alchemical tinctures the academy offered that were meant to prevent that very urge. The rest of her was lost in pleasure as her hand returned to her crotch, imagining that the touch was that of much larger dragonborn talons.

---

Three hours, countless orgasms, and a cacophony of screaming moans later, Chione was still lost in her body's urges. She had migrated to her bedroll, slipping a scroll case in and out of her in the hope that something more phallic-shaped than her fingers would do a better job of dousing the fire that was consuming her. Her juices dripped down onto her wrist as she came again, her cries giving way to exhausted panting.

Her door burst open, and the kobold lacked the energy to look up as the feet of a white-scaled dragonborn stepped into view.

"What are you keeping half the school awake for, you foolish apprentice?" the voice was feminine and familiar, enough so for the kobold to manage a semi-rational thought amid the haze of her need.

"Oh! Uh, Professor Nereida... I'm sorry... you caught--"

The kobold's mentor shook her head, a hand adorned with silver-and-sapphire jewelry brushing an errant strand of long, sea-green hair to the side as the dragonborn glared at her apprentice. "Is this why you keep failing your exams? Too focused on... this instead of studying?"

"No, miss, it isn't like that, I was just--"

Nereida's gaze fell on the restricted tome on the kobold's desk, laying out in a place that Chione just now realized was perhaps a bit too conspicuous. "What is this?" the dragonborn asked as she took the three steps needed to cross the tiny room. The sound of turning pages was uncomfortably loud. "Chione." Nereida turned and stared her apprentice in the eyes, the open book in her hand. "Just what were you meaning to do with this spell?"

"Um... I..."

"This spell is forbidden for a reason, foolish girl. I did not press the council to allow you to attend this school just for you to misuse magic like this."

"Sorry, professor."

"Do you think this"--the professor tapped the book--"is an appropriate way to court a mate? You'd rather have a partner attracted to you by magic than one who wants you by choice?"

"N-no, I mean... when you put it that way..." Chione bit her lip, a tear in the corner of her eye as her gaze fell to her teacher's feet. "I... I just really liked him... but I'm just a kobold. He... he'd never notice me."

Nereida shook her head and placed the book down with a sigh. "I suppose it can't be helped. It hasn't been that long since I was your age."

The kobold exhaled.

"But... natural or no, such urges don't excuse this kind of irresponsibility. Nor do they excuse slacking on your studies. As much as it pains me, the higher-ups will not long tolerate a kobold who does not perform." Nereida waved her hand, conjuring a blue glow in her palm that shot out towards Chione's crotch, The magic spread over the kobold's nether lips in the shape of crisscrossing bars, then faded. As the spell disappeared, a key-shaped mark appeared just below Chione's navel.

The kobold craned her head as she stared at the new arcane mark just above her sex. "Miss, what is...?"

"Consider it your punishment. Until you can control your urges and complete your work on your own, it shall help you do so." The dragonborn turned and opened the door, pausing for a moment in the entryway. "I shall see you at lecture in the morning. I expect you will be better prepared for this coming test than the last."

---

The door closed behind Nereida, leaving Chione lying on her bedroll, the kobold's face burning with embarrassment. The wet spot on her blanket from her many earlier orgasms hadn't stopped growing, not even while being chastised by her professor. The fire her scroll case had tried so hard to sate was already back, spreading throughout her as her body trembled.

"Stupid... damn... heat!" The still-slick scroll case re-entered her easily, sending delightful little tingles up her spine. She pulled it back out to the tip then back in again, ignoring her exhaustion as she sped up her pace with each stroke. A soft, humming moan slipped free from her muzzle.

It felt good, but it wasn't enough. It was as if she was lying under a blazing desert sun, every sip of cool, relieving water evaporating just before it hit her tongue. Thoughts of the red-scaled dragonborn crossed her mind again. Thoughts of him bending her every which way; of the very different but equally-pleasant sensations of his forked tongue and thick cock. Fuck; if only he was here, she would throw herself at him and atop him--surely he would have no trouble sating this tormenting need! Alas, that was only a dream, and even if it wasn't, she was too lost in the haze to stop her feeble attempts at satiating herself.

The incessant images of the one she lusted for brought forth a single logical idea, and she clung onto that reason long enough to chant a quick spell, somehow managing to keep her voice from breaking mid-incantation. She cried out and arched her back as the scroll case inside her felt larger and warmer, spreading her open wider, soft ridges pleasantly teasing her insides as the case became a magical replica of what she imagined the dragonborn's cock would look-and feel-like.

She laid back on the bedroll, exhaling through a warm, content smile as the last couple of wider inches near his base entered her. It was... rather large, admittedly, bringing a sense of fullness that dangled on the edge of being uncomfortable. Kobolds were stretchy, though, and she was both determined and horny enough that the very slight pain it brought her only served to turn her on further.

Fullness gave way to emptiness as she pulled the toy back, the ridges grabbing for purchase against her walls in a way that made her gasp. It stole her breath again as she pushed it back in. "Oh, yes..."--she imagined his hand on her thigh, moving her leg and spreading herself further as if he was pushing it out of the way--"please... I need more..."

Chione pistoned the toy with more speed and force, her hips shifting upward a bit, drops of her juices soaking into the fur between her crotch to her stomach. "Oh, gods... please... breed me." A deep cry echoed out the window as she slammed the toy to the base a bit rougher than she'd intended--not that she was complaining.

She felt her arousal at the breaking point, sweet relief right there in front of her. Even though her arms felt like jelly, she kept going. Her voice grew louder and shriller, drawing a knock on the wall from one of the rooms next door that she either didn't hear or chose to ignore. She was right there, lost in his imaginary attention, the base of the transformed scroll case slapping against her moist folds.

Just one more push. Her free hand glided up through her fur to her chest, rubbing in slow circles around her left nipple. "Mmm, yes..." She gasped as she pinched it, spasming into the toy as she again slammed it to the base, the motion enough to at last push her over the edge...

Except it didn't.

She whined, sounding more like a helpless puppy than an intelligent, sentient being. Her hand shook as she fumbled for the toy again. Her limbs felt sore, and every movement hurt, but her need was too great for any of that matter. She'd been so close--she just needed a little bit more.

The magical replica again slapped against her crotch, the room filled with panting, desperate moans. Once again, the water to quench her thirst appeared right in front of her, and once again, as she hilted the toy, her barely-contained climax faded.

Chione screamed. She shifted position, getting onto her knees so that she could give her weary arms a rest and instead ride that wondrous dragonborn shaft. Her movements were erratic, the kobold gasping for breath as she bounced up and down, but she still couldn't stop. This damned fire needed to go away, and she refused to let up until it had.

Even if her will refused to give in, her magic did. The ridges inside her faded, and that feeling of fullness lessened as texture gave way to the boring, smooth plainness of the scroll case. "No, no, no, no, no!" Chione scrambled through the incantation again, but her magical reserves were exhausted.

There was another knock against her wall as her frustrated roar echoed out the still-open window.

---

It would be incorrect to say that Chione woke the following morning because that would imply that the kobold slept.

She hadn't. Heavens knew she was exhausted enough, but even as her energy faded, her heat had not. Even now, her pillow still smelled of herself, a product of her frantic attempts to hump at it through the night after she had grown too weary to attempt anything else.

Warm rays of morning light brushed across her fur as she pulled herself to her feet. It felt warmer than normal for being first thing in the morning--which was quickly explained by the nine chimes of the academy's clock tower, indicating that she had overslept her first class by fifteen minutes. "Oh, shit!" She wobbled to her desk, pushing through both her need and her grogginess, fumbling with her robe as she threw it over her head and sprinted out the door.

---

The classrooms of the Imperium's Arcane University were not merciful to the tardy. Each of the lecture halls was built in the shape of a semicircle, with a series of rising desks forming rows of concentric half-circles overlooking the professor's lectern that sat in front of the flat wall. The door to each of the lecture halls was also at the bottom of the room, right next to said lectern. It was impossible to escape the notice of the lecturer when walking in, and equally impossible to avoid some type of embarrassing comment on one's tardiness.

Professor Nereida was already in the midst of her lecture on the risks of charm spells when Chione walked through the door. "Good of you to grace us with your presence," the white-scaled dragonborn said. "Go. Sit. I think you will find today's content informative."

Chione swallowed and scurried up the stairs, keeping her eyes trained on the floor to avoid the gazes of the students already sitting. She grabbed the closest open seat she could find; two chairs down from an amethyst-purple dragonborn that the kobold recognized as one of her neighbors. The larger woman glared at the kobold as she sat.

"Sorry," the kobold mouthed--the purple-scaled dragon was the one who lived on the side that had knocked on the wall last night. She saw the dragonborn sniff at the air, and then her nose wrinkled. Chione looked away, her face burning as she recognized her own scent in the air. Damn heat.

"...so, charms can be a quite useful tool, as we all know. The mind is delicate, after all; easy--and tempting--to influence." Nereida seemed to be glaring in the kobold's direction. "But, that same fragility works both ways. Take, for example, a simple arousal spell." The professor ignored the snickers from some of the students. "Such a primal emotion is one easily manipulated. One may be tempted to use it to catch the eye of another. But, a single misstep, a single distraction during the chant, and the spell rebounds--leaving the caster as the one left in need over someone that they already needed in the first place."

Was that what had happened? "Um, Professor?" Chione asked, thankful for once that her short stature made it difficult for most of the room to see her face over the top of the desk. "If a spell rebounds, couldn't the caster just... reverse it?"

The kobold swore she saw Nereida smirk. "Well, that's the nasty bit. If the caster was in their right mind, perhaps so. But, again, the mind is delicate. To cast a charm, you need intense concentration--and if you are charmed, you will likely have a hard time concentrating. Do you see the dilemma?"

"I--" Chione grit her teeth, then exhaled. "Yes, Professor."

---

The remaining hour of the lecture felt more like three. By the halfway point, Chione had already lost the ability to listen, too distracted by heat-induced images in her head. She clenched her legs together, biting back a gasp as the motion rubbed her lips together in the right-wrong way. She could feel the spreading moisture, leaving the fur around her crotch and thighs damp, but it was preferable to the alternatives--it would have been far harder to conceal a wet spot on her robes or her chair.

She held herself back from jumping out of her chair as Nereida dropped a stack of parchment on the side of the desk. "You've been paying attention for this quiz, I hope?"

"O-of course." Chione chuckled. She quickly broke eye contact and took one of the sheets, passing the rest down as her professor moved on to the next row.

The quiz should have been simple--basic questions about the fundamental components of charms, their types, and their application. Answering it, however, was like trying to carry a conversation underwater. Her mind was murky, most of the knowledge that she needed there but just outside her grasp, lost within a haze of lust and dragonborn dick.

The kobold bit her lip, hard enough for the pain to snap her back to some level of sense long enough to scribble down what she hoped were at least half-competent answers. She got through all but two questions by the time Nereida signaled for the quiz to end.

Chione waited for most of the hall to leave before she got up, preferring to pass as few people as possible given the smell of herself that still lingered--from both the previous night and her renewed lust.

"...you should have heard it last night. I don't know how anyone could have slept through that racket." That was the amethyst dragonborn, talking with a green-scaled dragonborn in a faux whisper as the two of them shuffled toward the exit. "And could you smell that? Like an animal--how the academy can even think of allowing their kind in here is beyond me..."

The kobold hid her face in her arms as the sound trailed away, waiting for the room the grow silent and praying for minimal further humiliation in the meantime. The sound of students faded away, and then she heard the sound of parchment as it was removed from her desk.

"Lecture is over, Chione." The voice was Nereida's. "Hm. Better than I expected, given last night. But I suppose I shouldn't be surprised to see that you know your charm fundamentals, given the spell you wove yesterday."

"T-thanks?"

"But the questions on today's content--I see your punishment has not encouraged you to pay any closer attention."

Chione squirmed in her chair. "I... I'm trying, Professor." The kobold squeaked as she felt a scaled hand on her thigh, reaching underneath her robe to rub against her moist fur. She couldn't hold in her moan as the larger hand brushed somewhere else.

"It seems I may have been too harsh. Placing a chastity spell whilst you were under the effect of a rebounding charm... did you even sleep last night, my apprentice?"

"Ah!" The hand between Chione's legs pressed against her clit. "N-no, I didn't..." She looked up at the dragonborn and pouted as the hand retreated.

"Well, that won't do. Punishment or not, I can't have someone I sponsored getting kicked out of the academy." Nereida took a step down the stairs and beckoned. "Come along."

---

The walk through the halls was a long one. Chione--and not for the first time today--cursed her failure to put on any kind of undergarments in her earlier rush as she walked as normally as she could without dripping across the marble floors, following Nereida past several other lecture halls. She quickened her pace and pulled her robes down as far as they would go as she spotted a glimpse of the red dragonborn through one open door, exhaling once she had successfully passed by the room without making a fool of herself.

They continued past some of the smaller classrooms, the kind often used for more practical courses, and then outside, across the courtyard, and into the large, hexagonal tower that served as faculty quarters. They were greeted by several other professors as they ascended, some of whom Chione recognized. To the kobold's relief, if any of them had any suspicions about Chione and her mentor, they kept them to themselves--even though dragon society was lax enough about matters such as this, she'd already had enough embarrassment for one day.

They reached the door to Nereida's office, and then through there, the door to her personal dorm. Chione had seen the former often, but it was her first time seeing the latter, and it was hard not to compare the luxurious size and opulent decor to her own glorified closet. It was very clear which buildings the academy prioritized with its Imperium funding.

The white-scaled dragonborn never broke a step as she marched into the room and to the side of the four-poster bed, patting the pile of fluffy, cloud-like sheets atop it, then gesturing to the kobold's robe. "Take that off, and sit down."

"Oh. U-um... okay." Chione shuffled forward, fumbling with her robe with warm cheeks and setting it aside. She sat as instructed, her hands instinctively moving to conceal her sex.

"Arms to your side."

Chione stared at the floor, shivering as she did so, well aware of the growing wetness between her thighs. Nereida gestured and spoke a word of the elder-tongue, and a warm, gentle breeze washed through the kobold's fur, carrying away her scent with it. The mats in her fur smoothed out, the dragonborn accomplishing in seconds what would take the furred kobold hours in the bath to undo.

The kobold looked over her now-pristine fur with awe. "What was...?"

"A transmutation spell. A simple one, too, which is good--I imagine we'll be needing it again shortly."

"Wait, what do you mean--" Both words and air left the kobold as the dragonborn pushed her backward, sitting on the smaller woman's chest.

"I fully intend to remove the chastity spell--at least long enough to sate your rebounded spell for a time so you can focus on your studies. But before that, I have spent the past hour-and-a-half trying to ignore your scent. You're going to solve that problem if you want me to solve yours, my apprentice." The dragonborn scooted forward until one set of her lips hovered just over the kobold's other pair.

"Solve wha--" Chione's words vanished as dragon mound pressed against her muzzle, nostrils filled with the smell of sea mist and geranium. It was enough to set off the kobold's heat again, the smaller woman lapping at the other girl's folds as her mind brought her an image of worshipping the red dragonborn in a similar position. Her tongue fumbled as it worked, the kobold more familiar with pleasuring males when it came to her mouth, but it wasn't unpleasant, and the larger woman's moans and cries--along with Chione's own preferences being on the receiving end before--were a good barometer to get at least a basic sense of what worked and what didn't.

"Ah... I'm glad your... 'extracurricular activities' have at least given you some talents." Nereida pet the fluff atop the kobold's head with one hand, while her other hand reached backward, rubbing between Chione's nether lips. The dragoness growled as the smaller girl's moan caused her tongue to vibrate in a particularly pleasing manner. Nereida rewarded her by drawing lazy circles around the kobold's clit, bringing more muffled moans and more vibrations in a loop that was, she expected, equally pleasurable for them both.

Chione pressed her tongue in deeper, her legs spreading at the dragonborn's touch. She pulled back as she felt the larger woman tease her clit, drawing her tongue back along the dragonborn's walls, then up and across her button in a similar fashion. Its effect was obvious as the other girl's thighs trembled against either side of the kobold's head.

"Oh, yes, just like that..." Nereida plunged her fingers into her apprentice's pussy, her digits sliding in and out with little resistance given how wet the smaller woman was. Chione's gasp was audible even with the dragonborn atop her, and the kobold tried to mirror the motion, pressing her tongue into Nereida as deep as she could reach. Both women were panting now--or in Chione's case, as much as she could with her tongue buried deep in the dragon's pussy. The dragonborn wiggled her hips as she pressed herself down on the kobold's face, simultaneously hooking her fingers within the smaller girl's crotch. A deep moan from Chione shook Nereida's insides, and the dragonborn cried out as she came, leaving the fur on the kobold's muzzle as damp as said kobold's crotch.

Chione, for her part, felt closer than she would have expected, given her heat and the relative tameness of the dragonborn's touch compared to the pounding the kobold had given herself the previous night. Closer or not, it still wasn't enough, and she whimpered as the hand pulled back and the larger woman lifted herself off the smaller girl's muzzle.

"Patience, Chione. I did say I would solve your problem once you solved mine. And you solved mine well." Nereida rubbed the side of the kobold's muzzle with the hand she'd just used to pleasure the other woman. The dragonborn pressed two fingers against the kobold's lips until they gained entry, giving Chione a taste of herself. Nereida let her savor it for a moment before pulling back.

The kobold whimpered again as she stared at the larger girl. The dragonborn climbed onto the bed, sitting behind and wrapping her arms around Chione. Nereida laid onto her back, pulling the kobold back with her, and one of the dragon's hands ventured downwards again, this time to the key-shaped mark below the kobold's navel.

"I'll rewrite this a little," Nereida said, the tingle of magic funneling into the smaller girl's body. Of the three prongs on the image of the key, one of them vanished. "There. Not enough for you to completely think with this"--she quickly plunged two fingers in and out of the kobold's pussy--"but enough to give you... other means of sating that rebounded spell of yours."

"Wha--Ah! What other means?"

"Do you want me to show you, my apprentice?"

"Y-yes... please."

With another word of the elder-tongue, the dragonborn snapped her fingers. Chione squeaked as she felt something press beneath her tail. "P... prof-- ahh!" The kobold tensed up as the phantom force entered her tailhole.

Nereida held the other girl tight. "Just relax, dear."

Chione groaned--or moaned, it was hard to tell the difference--as the intrusion pressed in deeper. Once the invisible cock had hilted her, it paused, giving her a minute to acclimate. Then it retreated, then advanced again; a quick thrust that knocked the air out of her in a gasp.

The dragonborn smiled, and her hands drifted across the kobold's body, one grabbing her chest while the other sought out the smaller woman's clit. Chione moaned, leaning back into the larger woman, tilting her head back to lock eyes with her mentor for a moment before another thrust shook her.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Nereida asked.

"Uh... ah... fuck..." It was a miracle Chione could manage even that one single word as the phantom cock fucked her faster. The kobold's head pressed back into the larger woman's breasts, her tongue lolling out the side of her muzzle alongside a stream of wild moans.

"You need it badly, don't you, Chione?"

"Ah! Y-yes... please, more... p-please..." the kobold panted, slurring her words. "H-harder... ah... n-need to cum..."

The dragonborn sent a surge of magic to the spell that was pounding her apprentice, then pushed her first two fingers into the kobold's entrance, all the way to the knuckle. "Come for me, then, my little kobold."

Chione screamed, clenching around the larger woman's fingers as that which had been so long denied to the kobold overcame her. Her juices squirted onto the sheets and the dragonborn's hand and arm, the smaller girl trembling and convulsing as she came. The spell in her tailhole faded, and Chione fell limp in the dragonborn's arms, muzzle curving into a silly grin as, for once, her heat did not return in the aftermath of her orgasm.

"Better?" Nereida reached up to pet the top of the kobold's head.

"Mm-hmm." Chione nodded. "T-thank you."

The dragonborn planted a kiss on the smaller woman's forehead. "Anytime, my little kobold."