Playing with her food.

The school nachos were indeed not the cause of the heat Aida felt in their core.

Aida moaned around the chip, feeling a strange surge of pleasure, as Cory simply stared enthralled at her as she ate the chips. She blushed at the attention as it felt more satisfying, filling even, than eating. She almost felt like she was feeding on Cory's attention as much as the food itself... Not even just Cory.

Her attention had been on him even as she looked elsewhere, but the strange sensations caused her mind to follow her eyes as she took in the lunch room.

Not everyone was looking at her... but many of them were, and they were all so... delicious with their attention.

"Nnng." She let out in surprise as the feeling became more prevalent as she focused on it.

It was like an attention buffet. Everyone's attention had its own flavors, and it felt like she was nibbling on a different fruit each moment. A goth girl that peeked at her felt similar to blueberries, the scowling Ella in the far end felt tart but still sweet like a raspberry, the closest table full of students felt like a fruit medley as they came in all at once...

"God, your beautiful," Cory mumbled next to her. It seemed to ground her as she blushed and smiled at him.

As she focused on him, his attention tasted sweet with a slight kick, like a milkshake with cinnamon added. Yet... just like everyone else, it felt more like a nibble than a proper meal. A nibble that only made her aware of a need to slake a hungering urge she felt in her core. So Aida decided to do something about it.

She slid her hand under the table, not that he noticed as he stared at her face, but he jumped slightly in surprise as her hand found its target.

"I-i-i-...." He started to mumble.

"Shhh." Her hand found his zipper. Her other hand grabbed another chip, and she was almost shaking in nervousness as she brought it up, trying to seem indiscreet as she nibbled on it while her hand slowly drew his zipper down.

"Nn." Cory made a noise as he tried to hold in excitement as her hand slid into the opening.

She felt almost a manic surge of energy as she cupped his shaft through his boxers. She noted his damp boxers, resulting from him trying to wash off the earlier mess from their car fun, as she held him. She wanted to cry out even before her latex outfit's fake tits squeezed her, her chest intensely sensitive, but she was muffled as her other hand suddenly stuffed the chip she had been nibbling into her mouth.

Sorry, my dear, but we don't want too much of a scene.

Her fingers slid into her mouth as she finished the chip. The latex-covered digits demanded her attention as she licked them in a lewd parody of satisfaction over a good meal. The succubus's words frustrated her. Why did she have to hold back now? Didn't the succubus push for displays like this and cover her?

Don't be greedy darling. You've nearly run me dry, and I need the energy we gathered from the lockers for later.

Aida pouted, and she cupped Cory tightly through his boxers. She didn't care about their dampness or the noises he made; she wanted what he could give to her right now. Her hand grew warm as she crudely tried to tease him through his boxers.

"A-ah. R-rough." He mumbled as her hands squeezed and rubbed the fabric tightly against his cock. She pressed her thumb against the top of his cock, and her digit rubbed the cheap fabric roughly against the head. He gripped the table tightly, and she grinned as he made no effort to stop her.

She was utterly zoned in and ready to **** him to cum there, under the table or over his own pants, regardless of the consequences, but Aida jerked her hand away in surprise at the clatter of a tray on the table as someone joined them.