Aurora shivers and blinks at the brilliant light that awakens her. Instinctively, she tries to reach up to cover her eyes so she can go back to sleep - only to find that her arms are bound.

"Wha?? What's going on??" she screams in fury as she realizes that all of her limbs are bound, and that she is not in her dorm room where she fell asleep. In her fury, a powerful wind begins to circle the room.


"Relax, please, Miss Skadhisystir. We do not wish to hurt you, nor for you to hurt yourself." a voice says over a loudspeaker.

"Also some of the equipment in that room is quite expensive, and dangerous. It does neither you nor us any good if you were to damage it."

With anger still flashing in her eyes, the priestess concentrates and the wind falls away as she looks around her environment. She's in a rather plain, white tiled room, bound to a medical table. One wall of the room is taken up by the mirrored surface of a large one-way window. Two more walls are padded with plain white covers, while the last wall has a pair of large double doors in it - large enough to drive a semi-truck through.

She looks down at her predicament. She is actually surprised to find that she still has on the light robe she fell asleep in. Granted, that's not really much help since the fabric is sheer enough that the pale tips of her nipples are visible where the gown is pulled against her breasts - but it's better than nothing. She is bound to the table at elbow, wrist and ankle with leather straps.

"If you don't mean me any harm.. then how about letting me go, and taking me back to my dorm?" she asks haughtily.

That of course only gets a chuckle from the voice behind the loudspeaker. "Oh now, Miss Skadhisystir.. be reasonable. We can't possibly do that after all the trouble we went to to bring you here. We haven't even begun to discover anything about you!"

"There's nothing to discover. I am simply a student - and a priestess." she tells him defiantly.

"Now now, if you continue to lie to us, Miss Skadhisystir, we're not going to get anywhere. You are far more than just a student and priestess. After all, what normal person has a body temperature of 78 degress? Or can cause a wind storm when she is in a blind panic?" the voice comes back with almost honeyed sarcasm.

"I was NOT in a panic!" she screams, only to be greeted with more laughter.

"Maybe not.. but we do need to understand what you are, young lady.. and just what you are capable of. And if you won't co-operate.. well then, we'll just have to try.. other methods."

As the loud speaker turns off, several things happen at once. The leather restraints snap open, releasing Aurora.. while at the same time the giant double doors open, and the priestess climbs off the table and turns in that direction to see just what these maniacs have planned for her.

Seraph was annoyed. It was a rare emotion for him to feel, but having to 'assist' a bunch of N.I.C.E scientists was infuriating. They had done nothing to earn what he knew, or what he learnt. He may have accepted their offer of some additional entertainment to be supplied later, plus whatever he could gain from this test, but that didn't mean he had to be in a good mood. He had been silently fuming the moment he stepped foot in the lab, and the mana round him reflected that. And so he waited, silently fuming behind two large doors.

All he had been told about what N.I.C.E labs wanted him to do was someone they suspected of having magic would be in the room and he was to find out whatever he could about them. It would have been simpler for Seraph to simply let them look at the 3rd chapter of the Darklight Grimore, but that would have been far to easy for them to understand. So he would spend some of his time here, he would run their 'test', and no doubt in the process find some entertainment from the student he was testing.

As the doors started to open he snapped out of his musing, and as soon as the gap was wide enough he stepped through. For the moment all four of his wings were wrapped around his otherwise naked body, concealing almost his entire body in light. His blond hair was tied back into a ponytail behind him, and his face and body were those most girls would consider a 'dream' male, although his golden eyes spoiled the effect.

He stops walking just before the unfortunate student would have been affected by his mana 'bubble' and considers her soul, and mana flow. Anger, annoyance, hatred, with a tiny bit of fear are the emotions that are displayed in her soul, and classifying her magic takes a heartbeat longer. Fused Inner source, Her soul is entwined with another being that generates mana for her rather than relying on that created by the world around her. A fairly uncommon type of spell-caster, but still fairly simple. All Seraph hadn't worked out by now was just what her powers were capable of, but that was simple enough.

Seeming to ignore the student Seraph opens his hand and the Darklight Grimore appears in it. Flicking it open to the correct page he starts to read about the student in front of him. With his attention seemingly focused purely on the Darklight Grimore he speaks without looking up. The doors will remain open, and if you set foot outside them you are free to go.

Of course despite his apparent lack of attention he would 'feel' the moment she entered his mana 'bubble' and would then be able to take steps to prevent her reaching the door. But he doubted she would know that, and having the faintest glimmer of hope would make breaking her into something more entertaining easier.

Aurora glares for a moment at the creature before her. She stands still, considering him.

So.. this one likes games apparently. Trying to urge me to make a run for it, without considering the consequences? she wonders as she watches the 'disinterested' monster ignore her. Even as she pauses to consider her move, she draws on the power of the Storm, and begins to build it inside her.

He probably expects me to try and rush him.. or to attack him with my magic. I doubt he'd be expecting THIS though. she considers confidently.

She says nothing, giving the creature no warning in which to prepare itself for her plan.

The priestess sends a spear of ice up to the roof, snapping the pipes for the fire sprinklers so water begins to rain down through the room. The temperature in the room drops suddenly, as the water quickly forms a slick sheet of ice across the entire floor.

Going down to one knee, a powerful wind rushes through the chamber, catching Aurora, and starts to send her gliding across the ice like an expert skater, heading for the doorway and escape.

She actually might have made it too - if it weren't for Seraph's 'bubble'.
As she enters the bubble, there is a flare of another kind of magic within her... a much darker.. shadowy.. sensual magic. One that seems to be centered around her neck, but has permeated her entire soul with little tendrils of dark power. It almost looks like the white coolness of her aura is cracked or splintered by the shadow. As Aurora comes under the effect of Seraph's "aura", the dark cracks pulse and glow brightly inside her.. expanding inside her. The little 'cracks' seem to focus around her breasts, groin and womb.. twitching and pulsing inside the priestess.

The effect on the girl is obvious and immediate even to those who can't see the magic. She cries out in a sound of shock, as she loses her balance, and falls over, skidding to a halt on the ice.

She looks up at Seraph, gasping, her eyes now wide with fear. "What... was that? How.. did you... do that?" she asks, her voice now breathless, husky.. dripping with sex and arousal. The words are innocent, but the way her voice quivers seems to almost invite ravishment.

Suddenly Seraph's interest is roused. What was that flare? He goes over what she just did in his mind, trying to locate where this new magic inside her came from. While he is used to individuals having multiple types of magic they are usually interlocked with each other, yet the two different magics inside Aurora are vastly different, so much so they seem completely alien to each other.

With his mana sight Seraph can 'see' the focuses of her new magic, and he is determined to explore just what it is and what she can do with it. Thinking back he remembers it first appeared when she entered the mana 'bubble'. Maybe the mana surge awoke it?

To test his theory he points at her collapsed body and a surge of mana shoots into her. But to his annoyance his theory is proven wrong, while the other magic inside her does flare up it is nowhere near enough to indicate mana was the cause. Seraph goes through the possibilities before arriving at a likely cause.

Arousal, and by extension pleasure.

First things first, lets get rid of all this annoying ice so she doesn't try something with her other magic. Seraph idly waves his hand, and suddenly the room is full of steam as the ice is heated up to boiling instantly. However as it passes over the still prone figure it does not burn her. Seraph's spell heated the ice, but prevented it from passing that heat along.

With that possible distraction out of the way one of Seraph's wings splits into its feather form which immediately shoot towards Aurora. Two wrap around her breasts through her outfit and start to squeeze while the other four each grab a limb, spreading her four limbs out and revealing her entire body for him to see. He will cause her some pleasure before trying to draw out the dark power that seems to be lurking within her.

The young amazon gasps as Seraph sends another surge of mana through her body. Both of her magicks seem to brighten and take strength from the surge, but it is not the same sort of 'shock' that he saw when the black shadow first appeared.

The priestess gasps as her ice turns to steam all around her, and she gives a slight shriek of fear, sure she is going to be burned by it. Seraph's magic prevents the heat from touching her -- unfortunately for the young woman though, he does not keep the steam itself away from her body.

The moisture of the steam seems to cling to her.. soaking into the thin fabric of her robe, until the fabric clings to every line of her body, and turns so sheer that the woman might as well be naked. The swells of her breasts, the sharp crowns of her nipples.. the smooth lines of her sex -- all of this is visible to Seraph (and to Aurora's dismay, to all the leering scientists behind the glass).

As Seraph's wing splits into the feather-tendrils, she gives a shocked gasp as they wrap around her now visible orbs. She gives a soft moan, and there is a flicker of response from the shadow inside her - but again it doesn't quite match the flare that he first saw/felt.

But THEN his tendrils grab her limbs, and hold her up, binding her helplessly. And the shadow FLARES inside her again.. sparks of the dark magic cascading through the woman's body again, causing her to whimper and moan in obvious arousal. "Oh.. please... let me go!" she begs.. her eyes already starting to glaze over as the shadow seems to be feeding her arousal, not the other way around.

No. His response is simple, and his voice is under-toned with interest. She has sparked his curiosity, and he has no intention of letting her go anywhere before that curiosity is sated. With that he starts to walk towards Aurora.

Seraph takes his time walking over to the restrained student, his mind considering. So it flared up when she was restrained, but not when the feathers started to coil around her breasts. Maybe it is being treated roughly that sparks it? Seraph is determined to test his new theory, and being forced into assisting a N.I.C.E lab experiment gives him plenty of anger to direct into such a behaviour.

As the feathers restraining her turn her around the two coiled around her breasts reshape their tips into bells before clamping down over her nipples through her drenched robe and beginning to suck on the soft sensitive buds.

Suddenly the feathers restraining her shift as Seraph causes another wing to split. Her arms, and by extension her body, are forced forward and down while her legs remain where they are. Next two feathers reshape themselves, becoming thinner and whip-like. Without warning one of the whip feathers lashes across the helpless students rear.

Aurora whimpers when she is told that she is not going to be released -- of course, she didn't really EXPECT to be released.. but it's still disheartening to hear the cold, simple statement in response to her plea.

When two of the feathers shape themselves around her nipples, and begin to suckle on the sensitive crowns, her head snaps in surprise as she gives a loud moan of pleasure. Her back arches, as her breasts swell in response, her nipples lengthening under the assault. Simultaneous to the new attention, the dark magick inside the priestess sparks slightly, and seems to concentrate in her breasts, like lightning coursing through her mounds, radiating out from those erect crowns that Seraph is manipulating expertly.

"Unngg..oh.. please... stop... don't...doooo.. thhaaaattt" she moans loudly as her head falls forward in helpless lust as the bells keep manipulating her stiff nipples, drawing the crowns to achingly hard points.

Then she is bent over in the air, her robe sliding up slightly. "Nooooo!!!" she cries out in fear and horror.. shaking her head desperately as the first whip slashes across her rear. The priestess shrieks as the thin robe, made even more fragile from the moisture that soaks it, rips under the assault, causing the fabric to fall slightly and reveal the shapely curves of her ass, where a thin red line from the whip already starts to show. Most interestingly to Seraph though is not the girl's response - but the response of the shadow within her. It nearly GLOWS in response to the assault.. crackles of energy flowing through the amazon's aura.. and now seeming to concentrate on the line of the whip mark.. like a million little fingers of dark energy stroking and teasing her flesh all around the mark, making her body even more sensitive, awaiting the next lash.

When the student practically begs him to release the suckers on her breasts his reply is as harsh and cold as the one he had given her earlier. No. In response the suction increases, and small shocks of electricity run through the bells and into her soft sensitive buds. Seraph can see the dark shadow that seems to spark and focuses in on her breasts quite clearly now.

At least it does until the first whip blow lands. Suddenly her buttocks are the main focus of the darkness, so much so it almost seem to glow in his mana sight. As he watches it writhes through her twin cheeks and he can see some of the effect it has on her body quite clearly. Whatever it is Seraph has determined two things about it. The first is that it does indeed thrive on rough treatment, the second is that he likes this darkness, this shadow in her soul. It suits the mood gained from assisting the N.I.C.E. labs with an experiment. Either by accident or design they have provided an experiment he feels suited for, something that calls up his harsher side. Something that craves him to be rough, that allows him to vent his anger and annoyance.

Two more feathers wrap around Aurora's body, one around her waist and it's purpose is to hold her buttocks in place as high as they can go and the other wraps around her neck and forces her to look forward, thus preventing her from positioning herself in such a way as to have any warning when the whips next move. With her locked in place the whips lash out, striking her two cheeks again and again, the gap between the strikes is never the same. Sometimes they occur almost simultaneously and sometimes several seconds stretch out in between lashes. Seraph gives no warning and changes everything each lash. The strength of the hit, the location, and for a few lashes the tips split into several other smaller tips as they strike her rapidly reddening skin.

Aurora gives a sob when Seraph again tells her 'NO' in response to her pleas. Instead, she screams as the torture on her breasts gets worse.. her back arching despite herself to push her breasts into the relentless bells. When the electricity rips through her chest, she shrieks.. the sound though is a mix of pain and pleasure. The shadow inside her continues to play with her breasts and nipples as the bells keep working on her flesh.. causing her breasts to visibly swell a full cup size, and her nipples stiffening and lengthening even more as the bells pull harder and faster at her mounds.

The Shadows do not 'leave' her breasts when Seraph begins to whip the priestess' ass. Instead it seems to split - to focus its attention on both areas of the beauty's helpless body. As the whipping continues, the priestess screams and begs, her head thrashing helplessly as she sobs, causing her hair to float and snap through the air around her.

She loses track of how many times the lash has stung her flesh, moaning as the shadow within her is turning every moment of surprise and pain into excruciating pleasure. That is until the lash tip splits multiple thinner lashes, like a cat-o-nine. The multiple tendrils lash her already sensitized buttocks, and a scream is torn from the woman. Not a scream of pain, but one of unadulterated pleasure! Her body convulses in the tendrils supporting her as the unexpected climax wracks her body. Honey flows in a heavy rush out of her sex to the floor under her. Her breasts pulse against the bells holding her mounds, and a sob escapes the pale amazon's lips as powerful jets of milk begin to flood the suckers on her breasts. The milk is rich with both mana, and the taste of sex and shadow.

As the shadow inside her causes Aurora to orgasm from the whipping her rear is suffering her breasts suddenly begin to lactate. A slight smile spreads across Seraph's face as he realises what has started. A mental command and the two bells clamp down even harder on her two nipples, and once they are completely sealed against her skin the suction they provide increases. A gateway spell is cast inside each bell and it transports the milk to a pocket dimension for later use. To further enhance the sensation of something milking her each bell started seeping a cover of liquid mana over her breasts. Once covered the mana started to contract in a ripple, starting at the base of her breasts it squeezed the soft flesh in waves towards the bells.

Of course Seraph continues to lash her rear while these changes are taking place. Now both of the whips tips have split into several thinner strands and the lashes are increasing in tempo. Over and over they strike her exposed cheeks. But individual strands start striking lower and lower. Each strike they draw closer to her dripping cunt. Since Seraph has complete control over the individual strands each one acts as its own miniature feather and can be directed to move at odds with the rest of the strands.

Soon every time Seraph's feather's whip against her rear some strands strike her red cheeks while a single strand moves in an opposite direction to the rest. It strikes from below, and while it is gentler than the majority of the feather the fact it is dragged across her dripping cunt not doubt makes the sensation even stronger.

Your enjoying this, aren't you? Seraph is already attacking her body, and he figures now is time to start the attack on her mind.

Aurora gasps as the small cups clamp down even harder on her breasts.. sucking the milk out of her in powerful pulls. When the cocoon of mana around her breasts begins rippling though, her eyes go wide and she makes a loud cry. She's being MILKED.. literally!! Her breasts pulled from base to tip, before her nipples are drawn taut under the suction. She groans as her breasts visibly swell as they being to pump out milk in a continuous stream into the gateway within each bell.

Aurora groans pitifully at the sensations that are overwhelming her.. and she can already feel herself slipping away on a maelstrom of sensations. It's becoming difficult for her to think, let alone concentrate and each lash against her rear only seems to strip more of her will away.. as if this creature were flaying her mind as well as her body.

When the feathers begin to stroke her dripping folds though, her body tries to writhe and kick to get away from the sensations that are almost too strong for her to take. But of course, escape is impossible. Especially as the shadow inside her now adds an additional point of focus, as little currents of dark lightning begin racing up and down inside her sheath, and striking at the swollen nub of her clit, which has poked clear from its hood.



Aurora sobs as she can barely speak under all of the wild sensations that are torturing her body. "No..no.. you're... making me... do this. OH..OH GODDESS... What are you... doing to me?? Inside me...oh... please... I can't.. take.. any more... oh please... don't.... stop.. please.. I'm losing.. my mind!!!" she wails pitifully.

Seraph smiles at her words, and at the tone she lets them out. She probably didn't realise just how easy it would be to misinterpret her words. In fact looking at her Seraph would change that probably to a definitely. The shadow had spread even further, and since it seemed to know how to arouse Aurora the best Seraph decided to follow it.

Seeing it spread to her clit Seraph directs another bell tipped feather forward. But unlike the two that were milking her this one was different. It was slightly bigger than those two, but the main difference was the inside of the bell was lined with hundreds of tiny tendrils. As it clamped down over her clit and began to suck those tendrils danced across her sensitive nub.

Only know does Seraph choose to respond to her words, and as he does so he continues to whip her rear and drag tendrils across her dripping cunt.

Inside you? Oh please don't stop? If you wanted to say you were enjoying it you didn't have to go into something so fancy. But since you asked it would only be kind to give it to you. The last feather that had been waiting moves towards her, and teases her dripping cunt for a moment before prodding her rear hole. Now which hole should I use? His tone of voice implies that he is asking himself, that he has just vocalised what would normally be a thought.

When the new bell encloses her clitoris, and begins to suck and and tease the nub with all those tiny tendrils, Aurora loses her mind! Her head snaps up - her eyes wide, but showing only white as she gives a wordless wail of ecstasy.

Her entire body convulses in the grip of Seraph's tentacles.. milk erupts from her breasts in solid streams.. her clitoris swells to the size of her thumb, making it even more sensitive to the dark shadows that tease her from within, and the tiny tendrils that surround the throbbing button.. and her honey starts gushing out of her pussy, splashing all over the floor as she climaxes uncontrollably again and again.

Her head tosses from side to side as he keeps teasing her.. deliberately misinterpreting her pleas -- although if he asked her now, she probably would be pleading for exactly what he is offering. If she were capable of speech that is. Frantically her hips twitch and thrust against the teasing feather - not caring which hole he uses - as long he fucks her!

As the priestess breaks down - Seraph can see the dark energy growing stronger.. racing through the amazon's body - as if it could stimulate every cell of her body like an erogenous zone.. stimulating her to even greater heights of arousal - so that despite her violent climaxes, the girl's desperation only seems to keep growing.

Seraph holds his smile as he watches the shadow spread through Aurora's body, he sees her soul shatter under the combined assault of the shadow from inside her and his own feathers. He continues to milk her breasts, storing the milk for some later purpose, and he still whips her rear. The feather that she was now trying to buck down against and force it inside her continues to tease her, swapping between each hole after a couple of seconds.

Now that she wanted him to fuck her, now that she was trying to get him to, Seraph decided to keep teasing her. He splits another wing and more feathers move towards her. Soon feathers are constantly sliding along the entrance to her cunt while others prod her rear. But despite everything she does Seraph refuses to penetrate her, refuses to fuck her properly.

Seraph cruelly teases her, causing more and more of her juices to gush out of her pussy and splash against the floor. However even in his annoyed state he eventually decides to give her what she wants, what her body is craving, and a feather slips into her cunt while the one prodding her rear pushes in deeper, keeping pace with the one in her cunt.

All of the myriad of sensations are too much for the priestess' mind and body to handle. The relentless milking of her nipples.. the lashing of her ass.. the sucking and tickling of her swollen clitoris.. the shadows which seem to both swell and squeeze her breasts.. the dark magick that is sending little pulses all up and down her channels, and stirring the walls of her womb.

Every sensation designed to bring her pleasure, and break down Aurora's spirit and resistance. In that moment, Seraph understands that whatever or whoever 'seeded' this darkness within the amazon, did so with one purpose. The dark magick is meant to slowly break her into a sexual toy - to addict her to pleasure.. to heighten her sensitivity while simultaneously increase the threshold of pleasure that she can take. While all the time, it subtly destroys her mental resistance, encouraging her submission, while keeping her aware of everything that she is doing, and is being done to her. The magick is powerful, and insidious, and she seems to have no defense against it.

As Seraph's feathers tease at her holes, her head thrashes wildly as her limbs struggle and kick uselessly against the grip that holds her in the air. When the feathers finally slip into both of her channels, whatever little signs of fight the amazon had left are shattered. "Ahhh..yes....fuck me!!! FUUCCK MEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she begs mindlessly as her hips try to impale herself further onto the twin feathers - her pussy and ass already spasming around the tendrils, trying to draw them even deeper into her over-sensitized and hyper-aroused body.