A private lesson in the Miarora household

You and your assistants are waiting nervously, watching as Miss Miarora does the same.

She’s sitting in the front hall of her (and her husband’s) stately New Eldrian home. It's a standard middle-class elven household... In other words, more finely-crafted and richly-decorated than an Avarian noble's mansion, if a little smaller. The walls are varnished wood, and every door peaks in a sharp archway.

Rexus has managed to get himself invited over for private lessons, claiming that elven arithmetic just isn’t sticking in his “simple human mind.” Upon hearing the boy speak so lowly of himself, Miss Miarora was willing to do anything to support his studies and restore his confidence.

When she hears hoofbeats, she snaps to attention and peers out the window. An open-top cart is approaching: Rex is sitting in the back, and she recognizes the driver as his adoptive father Mr. Aldryn. As they approach the front gate, another passenger appears: Mrs. Aldryn’s head pops up, an embarrassed yet cheerful expression on her face. There’s also a streak of something white on her chin, as though she’s been quaffing milk.

Miss Miarora can’t help but smile at the woman’s rosy-cheeked appearance, and she grows even happier when she sees Mrs. Aldryn’s pregnant belly. She thought she once heard that Mr. Aldryn was infertile, and that was why they were so eager to adopt a human orphan... But perhaps that was all just gossip!

After giving his mother a long hug goodbye, Rex hops out of the cart and strides up the path. Miss Miarora jumps to open the door for him, giving the boy a hug of her own... Ignoring the jealous glance from Mrs. Aldryn as their cart pulls away.

“My husband isn’t home,” the teacher blurts out, before taking a step back and clearing her throat. “Please come in!”

Rex nods, following her into the parlor. He takes a moment to appreciate his teacher's appearance: her wide hips are testing the limits of a short, thin dress, though a white apron prevents her nipples from showing through the fabric. It's a humble outfit, compared to what he's been having Miss Miarora wear to school lately... But for the first time, he's seeing Miss Miarora as a housewife rather than a teacher. That contrast gives him a new-found appreciation for her beauty.

“Thank you, Miss Miarora. I truly appreciate the extra attention you'll be granting me today.”

She nods, ignoring the double meaning. “Please, call me Alia. We aren't in school!”

“Of course, Miss.” With that, Rex turns toward the stairs. “We’ll be studying up here, yes?”

“Well, there’s a larger table down in the—”

But he's already gone, eager to see his teacher's bedroom.

“--Or, um... Up there is fine,” Alia finishes meekly, trailing after him. Some part of her must be aware that her pupil doesn’t have any parchment, schoolbooks, or even a quill... But she doesn't seem to mind as she prances into the bedroom.

The moment she steps through the doorway, Rex is upon her. His lips claim the surprised elven woman's, and as they share a deep kiss he backs her up against the wall.

"You have so much to teach me," he whispers, running a hand down her thigh. Alia's breath catches as he reaches the bottom of her dress, then begins to pull on the hem.

"Rexus, stop--" The human boy looks surprised, even hurt, as Alia places a hand on his chest. This may well be the first time that a woman's ever refused him. But his confusion disappears as she continues: "the apron, first..."

She shimmies out of the garment, then takes Rex's hand and places it back on her thigh. Smiling, he slowly and methodically strips his teacher naked, placing each discarded item gently on the nearby cabinet.

"I... I'm nervous," Alia admits, crossing her arms over her prominent breasts. But Rex's gaze is elsewhere, which she soon realizes as he steps forward and places a hand on her pussy.

"I've had you before, Miss, as my teacher... And you've taken good care of your student," he says reassuringly, beginning to rub a finger up and down Alia's clit. "Now it's time to take you as a woman, in your own bed. Doesn't that sound nice?"

"Gods, yes," she purrs, falling into his arms. Rather than covering her breasts she allows them to press against the boy's chest, and even his face as the shorter human continues fingering her. A few seconds later, they collapse onto the bed, and Alia begins tearing at his clothes.

"Please, let me see you," she murmurs, wrestling with his belt. "I need... Oh gods, I need all of you--"

"Patience," Rex says with a grin, pushing her onto her back and crawling between her legs. "You're wet... But not wet enough."

Alia cries out as her student's tongue graces her pussy, tentatively at first before diving in further. He licks her up and down, paying special attention to her clit: every movement ends with a twirl of the tongue, drawing out another delighted gasp.

"I... I've never felt like this," she sighs," throwing her head back.

"Really?" Rex speaks only between licks, barely slowing as he replies. "I do it with Mother all the time. It's her favorite reward--"

"No, not that--Not just that," Alia continues. "I've never felt this way about anyone. I... I think you're my favorite student."

"Thank you, Miss," Rex replies, before leaning forward and focusing on the task at hand. Alia's cries fill the house, and a few minutes later they're joined by Rex's as he pushes his cock inside her. By the time he fills her with his hot human seed, the proud and well-respected teacher is an unintelligible mess of flailing limbs and grateful tears.

It's almost dusk when Rex finally leaves the Miarora household. His family's cart has been parked out front since the early afternoon, and both of his parents have fallen asleep while waiting: the "study session" had lasted almost twice as long as originally planned, not to mention the fact that Rex had kept his family up late the previous night.

Rex hops into the cart and shakes Mr. Aldryn awake. As the middle-aged elf spurs on his horse and the family rolls off down the path, another cart is coming the opposite way: Mr. Ilvar Miarora, the local tailor, has come home from work.

Briefly consulting with your Neophytes, you decide to re-calibrate your scrying equipment to observe the Miarora household for the time being. While Rexus is the primary subject of your study, you must also pay close attention to the elves he interacts with.

After tending to the horse and cart, Ilvar walks inside and begins washing up. He's already changed into his evening clothes when his wife comes to greet him, hobbling slowly down the stairs.

"Is everything okay, Dear?" He pauses tying his ascot to shoot Alia a concerned look. The elven teacher is standing awkwardly, as though she's spent the afternoon riding their horse without a saddle. One of the straps holding up her apron is untied, too, and there's a streak of something flaky sticking to her disheveled hair. Rather than looking directly at her husband, she's staring past him with glazed-over eyes. "Are you quite alright?"

"...Mm, yeees..." She blinks a few times, her eyes focusing . "Y-yes. Quite alright."

"Right... And who was that leaving, just now?"

"Rex," she says firmly, almost defiantly, rubbing her thighs together beneath the dress.

"And who...?"

Again, she seems to snap back to reality. "Um, Rexus Aldryn. He's one of my pupils, and he needed some extra help."

"Help, outside of school hours? That's unusual," Ilvar muses, his hands returning to the elaborate ascot.

"Well, he's an unusual student."

"Ah, wait... Rexus is that human boy, yes? The orphan?" His wife nods. "Poor child. I'm sure he needs all the help he can get."

"My thoughts exactly," Alia quickly replies. "I'd like to have him over twice, perhaps three times--"

"Hmm. It's very kind of you to invest yourself in his well-being, but three complementary tutoring sessions seems... Perhaps overly generous?"

"I think not. I'm a teacher, after all," she says with a confident smile. "And... I meant three times per week, Dear. At least."

Ilvar looks like he's about to say something, but then a strange expression passes over his face. It settles after a moment, and then he just sighs. "You know best, I suppose. I hope he doesn't work you too hard."

"I hope he does," Alia mutters under her breath; her husband doesn't hear, and even she doesn't seem to realize she's spoken. "I think I'll take a bath before supper," she says out loud, turning back towards the stair.

"You do look a bit worse for wear," her husband replies, almost disdainfully. "I'll make a fire. Oh, and there's something in your hair."

"Mm," she grunts absentmindedly, running a hand through her shining locks and collecting some of the dried cum. Then she begins sucking her fingers clean, relishing the taste of Rex's seed as she limps back upstairs.

You and your associates sigh with relief when Miss Miarora enters the master bedroom and starts to clean it up. Rex's influence is dulling Ilvar's suspicions, but he may not be able to overlook the chaotic, semen-stained mess that his place of respite has become.

Once all the furniture is back in its place and the soiled sheets are in the laundry basket, Alia lies down and spreads her legs. She spends the next few minutes touching herself, reaching orgasm just as her husband finishes preparing the bath and calls her down.

"C-cuh... Comiiiing," she moans as the warm feeling courses through her. It's not quite as powerful as the dozen or so climaxes she had throughout the afternoon, with Rex deep inside her... But the mere memory of his enchanting cock does well enough.

When it's finally over, she hurries to pull her dress back into place. "...I'm coming, Dear..."