More lessons, more submission, more pleasure

Three days later, you and your Neophytes watch as Miss Miarora leads Rexus into the supply closet for his twice-daily "relief session."

By now the other students have more-or-less caught on to what's happening, and are divided into several camps: many are paralyzed by awkwardness and living in a state of denial, refusing to speak of the matter (or even look their human classmate in the eye). Others are jealous, whether they're boys with their first crush on the teacher or girls who're intrigued by the strange boy's confidence. A select few are truly outraged by the scandalous behavior, though all of them are too scared to speak out to anyone outside of the class.

Once more Miss Miarora gets down on her knees. She's progressed to blowing Rex now, sucking on his thick member as best she can; he's the first to use her body in this way, and her throat has yet to adapt to the boy's clumsy, impatient thrusts.

"Mmm... That feels so good, Alia," he moans, running his hands through the elf's long hair.

"Miss Miarora, please. It's important tha--Mmph! Mgh, mhm..." She soon quiets down and allows her student to thrust between her lips, driving his cock deeper with every stroke. Once she's completely given up on trying to speak or resist in any way, Rex lets go and allows her to suck of her own volition.

This time he lets loose inside, filling her belly with seed. She struggles with the volume, but manages to get it all down without spilling any on her outfit...

...Which seems to be getting skimpier every day. Instead of a loose-fitting beige dress, she's sporting a purple cloth skirt with a slit along one side and a matching knotted halter top. She wasn't wearing the scandalous garments when she left the house that morning; after walking to the schoolhouse in something more modest, she hurried into the storage room to change. If her husband or friends saw her in clothing this revealing, she would be mortified... But Rex asked her to spice things up, and the enthralled teacher saw that as a reasonable request.

As you watch Miss Miarora swallowing her favorite student's load, a floating crystal in a nearby array begins to hum. Neophyte Silas chuckles as he checks over the device: it's informing you that the elven teacher is highly aroused. With the tiny skirt hiked up on her ample thighs, you can just barely see a trickle of moisture between her legs. Her hand is twitching, too, as she fights the **** urge to touch herself.

"I suppose we should get back to class," Rex says plainly, pulling out of his teacher's mouth before standing up and heading for the door.

Miss Miarora's eyes widen as she notices his cock is still hanging out, still erect and dripping with both his leftover cum and her own drool. "R-Rexus, wait--" Before she can get any further, she's interrupted by a wave of pleasure running up her spine. The mere sight of his huge, spit-slick, bouncing member triggers something deep within her, and her mouth hangs open while her hand drifts closer to her pussy.

"I'm all done for now, thank you." With that, he steps out of the closet, fly still open.

The dumbstruck teacher closes her eyes, listening to the chorus of gasps as the other students get an eyeful of Rex's privates... Likely the first they've seen apart from their own, and certainly the first human's. She's unable to intervene, though, paralyzed on the closet floor. Soon her fingers are beneath her skirt, running up her thigh, getting closer and closer until--

"Oooohh, Gods..." Her moan is long and loud; even if the door had been closed, every student in the class still would have heard it. Once the dam has broken, her lewd behavior quickly escalates: two fingers slip inside her sopping-wet passage, while another brushes across her clit. All the while she's licking her lips, savoring the taste left behind by the object of her lust. She builds up more speed, losing her balance as the need to pleasure herself outweighs the need to stay upright.

That's how Rex finds her when he returns to the closet: lying on her back, eyes closed, legs spread wide, fingering herself like a **** animal. Her panting and moaning is getting louder, so the boy decides to slam the door behind him. She doesn't notice.

She still doesn't notice as he kneels between her legs, or when he touches her knees and spreads them even further apart. She doesn't notice his presence at all, up until the very moment he moves her hands aside and replaces them with his cockhead.

"No, please, I have to--" Her hands tug against him, trying to get back to her pussy... But she stops short when she realizes what he's preparing to do. "Yes. Yes, yesyesyes! Take me, Rexu--Uuugh, oooh fuuuck!"

Every student and teacher in the entire building must have heard that. The dainty and well-respected Mistress Alia Miarora screams with pleasure as her student pushes his cock into her, slowly filling her up with inch after inch of his hot, thick shaft. It takes a few seconds and a great deal of pushing before he's fully inside, but the elven woman's pussy yields to him as though it was made for the job. Once it's hilted, her legs lock around him. She moans and leans forward, **** to feel more of his skin, his lips...

...And Rex gives them to her. After they share a deep kiss, he pauses to pull her top off, then buries his face between her naked breasts. A few slow thrusts follow, almost as though he's testing the waters. Each one sends Miss Miarora plummeting deeper into the pink, pillowy fog that's taking over her mind, replacing all thoughts and worries with pleasure and obsession. When he begins pounding her in earnest, it's over.

"I... I love... Ah!" Her murmurs are cut short by a sudden and intense orgasm. She wraps her entire body around the rutting student, every inch of her gripping every inch of him. Rex doesn't slow down, grinding his teacher against the floor with a series of powerful thrusts.

It isn't long before she feels the boy cum inside her, driving himself deep before filling her most intimate place with his warm seed. She doesn't have much time to register the feeling before passing out cold, slumping limply to the floor (much like the bag of potatoes that's lying a few feet to their left).

After wiping his shaft off on his teacher's skirt and thanking her **** body, Rex turns to leave... Only to find that the door didn't close properly, and a dozen sets of eyes are staring at him through the crack.

As the tired, sweating human reenters the classroom, none of the elves meet his gaze.