Magic is a complex thing. Power takes many shapes and comes from many and often unexpected source. Among many Schools, four are the most famous. The School of Conjuration, with their red robes and unsettling obsession with painful trinkets. The School of Divination, with their white gowns and thick blindfolds. The School of Transmutation, with their goggles and smelly concoctions. And, of course, the most powerful of them all: the School of Denial.
Mages that specialize in this specific discipline found a way to harness the most primal, base, even uncouth human desire: lust. Their pool of mana stems directly from their own desperation. The stronger the need, the stronger the power.
It is not an easy path. Very few are actually able to walk it to the end. So many perished in the arms of a lover – or who they regarded as such. Orgasms are a very dangerous thing. A mage of denial is at their weakest right after their release. There are only 5 Masters, who, it is whispered, have not seen release in centuries.
But the ones who manage to endure, what spectacle are they! Rules of nature bend in front of the strength of their will – and the power of their succubus familiar, if you listen to the gossip.
There is no way to know for certain. Each School carefully guard their secretes, sharing the full extent of their knowledge with the initiate of the School of the Cage.
Heathens chose this name, as new pupils at the Academy of Denial are usually equipped with chastity cages to avoid unwanted accidents as they slowly learn to live their life with their loins constantly on fire. They say that they can't even touch their own bits, no matter how painful and swollen. To make things a bit easier, they are paired with another pupil and tasked to keep each other in line.
After all, as students of the Academy, they are expected to memorize complex spells, keep up with their homework and stay on top of their chores with an appropriately oozing cunt.