Attempt to stand watch

While you would love nothing more than to join the Headmistress in slumber, you can't shake the fear that the lupines might return for you. It's still hard to believe you were caught off guard like that. You can almost feel that thick knot plugging your cunt, forcing your womb to marinate with wolfish seed. Luckily Miss Swift arrived when she did, but you can only pray the breeding was interrupted in time.

You smile silently at the sleeping woman, you officially owe her your life. Or at least your dignity. As Headmistress of the Paisley school, she knows more about the island and it's perils than almost anyone. But whatever's going on out there is beyond even her knowledge. That's more than a little unsettling.

But while your mind buzzes with anxiety, you eventually find yourself captivated by the rise and fall of Miss Swift's impressive chest. It actually takes a few seconds to realize what you're doing, and your cheeks soon flush a bright pink. The Headmistress has been looking after you for years, she's like a mother figure to you now, and her guidance has helped to make you such a talented huntress. So maybe you have noticed an attraction to her as of late, but she's your teacher, there are guidelines and rules against such things.

Then again, she does seem to be pretty fast asleep. It appears that older woman had quite a landing, only a few shreds of cloth remain from her skirt, and her blouse is a tattered mess. Of course, that gives you quite the view of her curvaceous figure. But still you yearn for more.

"Headmistress, can you hear me?" you whisper, gaining no response. Jackpot.

"It's just a peek, to satisfy my curiosity," you ensure yourself, after all, there's no harm in simply looking, is there?

Reaching down, you begin the careful task of sliding down one of her straps, with the intent of getting that pesky bra out of the way. You could just unclasp it, but that might raises uncomfortable questions when she awakes. It's slow going, but your efforts pay off when a massive melon bounces into view, crowned with a surprisingly stiff pink nipple. It must be colder in here than you thought!

That proves true, as your free hand reaches up to grope your own bare mound, finding the tender buds hard as diamonds. Though in all fairness, yours might be from arousal. You know you should stop. It's immoral, it's indecent, but already your fingers are sinking into her juicy titflesh, ever so gently squeezing the monstrous mammary with your greedy fingers.

Oh god, that feels amazing. But now it has to stop, it's gone way too far. And besides, what if she wakes up and catches you? Most importantly, why are you still pinching your own tender nub so needfully?