Lacy felt amazing around him, better than he had ever hoped. This was heaven, a paradise gifted to him by his god. The way her tight cunt felt on him, around him, was nothing short of divine.
He was so lost in his pleasure, so completely uncaring, that it took him a moment to realize that something was wrong. He froze on top of her, staring down at her, eyes locking on the silver tip of the spear barb inside his chest. Uncaring, distracted, he grabbed onto it, intending to pull it out of him and fling it aside to continue, but his hand's wouldn't grip it. His eyes narrowed with annoyance, and he gripped for it again, but his fingers felt numb and he couldn't feel them clasp around the metal. Then he felt his chin wet as blood seeped from his parted lips.
The madness did not so much fade as it fell away, dropping like a plane bursting through a rainstorm to the sun above the clouds. His eyes widened, dazed, terrified, the color changed immediately from the bright blue to the cool, slate green of normal. He could taste the blood on his lips, on his tongue, and he couldn't make himself breathe enough past the sudden pain. Everything abruptly hurt, everything but the part of his chest where the spear now erupted, every single inch of his body suddenly rebelling against the change to his physiology, fighting against it, casting it out bit by bit like a white blood cell fighting an infection.
His mouth opened in anguish, but he couldn't scream. All he could do in look down, his eyes meeting Lacy's as his orbs changed color again, blood flowing into the edges as his body's natural defenses tore apart the altered body the cursed god had forced upon him, reverting him to his old self, letting his true eyes see her one last time. "I never even got to tell you how I felt," he said simply, worlds garbled slightly by the blood in his mouth.
It wasn't the right thing to say. He knew that... there were a million better things he could say, should say... but he couldn't think of a single one.
Not one single one.
"You'll need a new adviser, beautiful" he said as his eyes finally bled to the point he couldn't see anymore, filling his eyes with blood and painting them red as his body began to tear itself apart. The last sight he was gifted was one of Lacy beneath him, and he wept for it. "I-"
His knees suddenly wouldn't hold him any longer, and he tumbled to the ground. The last, desperate act of his entire body was to push his muscles to the side, hoping to fall sideways so that the spear wouldn't hit his student beneath him. Consciousness left him completely before he knew if he'd been successful.