Become Lywena's lackey

“You want me to teach Potions and Elixirs?”

Aaralon was stunned when Konl meted out his punishment. Potions and Elixirs is an introductory course populated almost exclusively by first-year apprentice sorceresses. Young men fight for places in Introductory Combat Magic or some such, but the bubbly, naïve, and nubile girls invariably flock to the discipline of brewing.

The Concoction and Craft department had suffered some setbacks, and a replacement potions instructor had just arrived on campus. At first Aaralon suspected that he would have to assist some old hag hunched over a cauldron. But Lywena turned out to be a stunning beauty.

So how exactly does being surrounded by beautiful women constitute punishment? Aaralon sighed as he considered the answer to the riddle.

He was buried up to his elbows in bat shit.

Lywena supervised at a safe distance while she lectured an attentive class of aspiring young witches. “Now students, remember that this field trip serves two purposes: education and procurement. So while Aaralon demonstrates the proper technique for collecting guano, I want you all to keep an eye open for any valuable ingredients. You will get extra credit if you find something especially rare.”

Lywena stood tall and proud, clad in a practical but skintight pair of pants and riding boots. She also sported a suede vest kept closed by two buttons well below her decolettage. With nothing underneath, it was a comfortable outfit for these early days of spring.

Lywena rapped a baton in her gloved palms as she continued her lecture. “Note the care Aaralon takes not to disturb the sleeping bats above.” At that moment, a large sample of guano landed right between Aaralon’s eyes. A titter rose in the group, and even Lywena made no effort to suppress a smirk.

Never known for his restraint, especially in the face of humiliation, Aaralon let out and enraged roar. Soon, the mouth of the cave was spewing forth bats and screaming girls.

Lywena laughed as the girls fled the harmless cloud of flapping bat wings. “Alright girls, the lesson is over. Go out there and collect all the materials on your assigned lists.”

Aaralon sighed as he gazed on his good-natured tormentor. It would be so much easier if he could hate her. And if her creamy skin and firm ass didn’t make his dick hard every time he looked at her.

Lywena looked down at her assistant and smiled. “Aaralon, why don’t you get cleaned up and look after them? Help them out if they get stuck with their ingredient lists. We’ll want to be done before dark.”