I mean, obviously.

Fuck, that was hot. Maybe not as hot as when Maya told her about her sexual encounter on her own... But here, Elizabeth was definitely into sharing every detail with you, and she got an amazing look at the whole thing. There was just one thing, though...

"You really took notes on it all?" You asked, raising an eyebrow at the notebook in question.

"Well, yes," Elizabeth replied, blushing, "A succubus was giving me personal lessons on how to pleasure a woman, I felt it was probably worth recording her advice."

...Well, yeah, that did make total sense, but...

"I would totally have been too distracted by the models," You sigh, "They just make demonstrations too real these days."

"Just one of many sacrifices I made for you," Elizabeth nodded, feigning seriousness.

"Um..." Elizabeth hesitated, "So, that pretty much covered everything you missed, but... Um... Do you... Want me to talk about... What happened after?..."

...Right, you were supposed to be pissed at her still. Honestly, you felt like you had worked through the worst of it by now, but... You did still want to bully her a bit, kind of.

"Just the summary, please," You say, sighing, "A hot succubus is one thing, but imagining my girlfriend with my pseudo-girlfriend is a step too far. I should probably hear your explanation of things, though."

"Right," Elizabeth sat up straight, "So, I took her to the lounge so we'd be in a nice, public place, probably safe from any creeps! Except, Ms. Devlin's explanation of what was going on was total trash, and Maya had become the creep! I walked off to grab some tea leaves, and came back to Maya masturbating in public! She said she'd knock it off if I got her off, and if I didn't, she'd blame it all on me! I went along with it, and got way too into things! That concludes my summary, ma'am!"

...Well, some of that still sounded a bit iffy to you; you have a hard time imagining that Maya extorted her for sex like that. But yeah, now that you'd cooled down, it sounded broadly correct. Maybe you'd have to stop calling Elizabeth a skank after all.

"Should we get to work on your apology, then?" You ask, stretching your neck.

"Hey, you said no ****, but..." Elizabeth said, looking off to the side, "We could still do, like, spanking and stuff, right? Or, um, did you mean a real punishment? Because seriously, I wouldn't blame you if you did, but that's not really the atmosphere anymore?..."

You blink a bit at her question.

"Oh, uh, you were serious about being into, like, BDSM stuff?..." You reply, "That's not really my kind of thing, honestly. I guess we could try it on the third date, though?"

"Sounds great!" She answers, giving you a tight hug, "You can do all sorts of things to me that you'd never think of doing to Maya!"

"...Wait, now you're trying to piss me off, right?" You say, giving her a light glare, "What part of this are you getting off on, exactly?"

"...Degradation," She answers, looking off to the side, "If you prefer vanilla, that's totally fine with me. I just want a girlfriend, period, I don't need you to be kinky. But if you'd like to give it a try anyway... Well, this is the perfect mood, right? Pissed at me, but kind of over it?"

...Well, what the hell. You only live once, right? Just so long as it stayed a sex thing.

"I don't know if I want to indulge a trashy little slut like you," You say, tilting your nose up, "I mean, I'd definitely catch something if I did, right?"

You suppress a smirk as you look at the emotions flash across Elizabeth's face - surprise, to despair, to realization, to a smile, down to faux shame. Amazing, what a few words could do.

"N, not at all, ma'am!" She said, clinging to your leg, "I've had all my shots! You won't catch anything from me!"

"Preposterous," You say, adding a theatrical sniff, "Just look at those udders you call a chest. How many hands have milked those things, I wonder? And dressing in that tight little blouse - it's like you're inviting the entire school to watch you. No, you're definitely a total. Skank."

You reach out and roughly grasp her left breasts, the fabric of her shirt rough in your hand. You wonder about the etiquette surrounding apology sex; you didn't really want to go too far with her like this, but... You really wanted to get off yourself, after hearing about Maya and Ms. Devlin.

"It - it's only been two, ma'am! Two in as many days! That's not slutty!" She protests, giving a little gasp at your gesture, "And I just haven't been able to replace my blouse since my chest grew, that's all!"

"So you're saying that you let a new girl feel you up every day, then?" You glare at her, "Including my Maya? Luring her in with those big cow-boobs of yours?"

"It - it wasn't my fault, ma'am!" She moans out as you continue to **** her breasts, "I didn't mean for you to find out! We were just going to get each other off, and move on!"

You narrow your glare, and give her nipples a twist. She really was pretty good at pissing you off, actually. Even when you wanted to keep this a game.

"Maybe I should just drain you now," You say to her, "Get all of the milk out of these useless bags, and leave you a little flatty. What do you say to that, you slutty cow?"

"O... Oh! Yes, I think that's a great idea!" She moans again, "Yes, pinch my nipples! Grope my chest! Drain these slutty breasts of mine to the base!"

...Hey, wait, you should check on this.

"Um, breaking character for a moment..." You say, "You're... Not actually lactating, right? Also, while I'm at it... I'd rather not get you off until we go on a real date, so how far do you want me to take this?"

"Huh?" Elizabeth blinks for a moment, "Oh, no, I turned down that option. It sounded too messy, plus demonic milk just sounds like the kind of thing that can go wrong, you know? And that's fine, just let me masturbate while I get you off. Ready?"

...Ms. Devlin could hand out infernally lactating breasts, good to know. Maybe you should just stay away from breasts other than Elizabeth's. That... Really wasn't your thing.

"Geez, you can't even do udders properly, can you," You go back to the act, giving a scoff of disdain, "I twist and I pull, and nothing comes out. They're just uselessly big, aren't they? Good for luring in women, and sinking your fingers into, and nothing more."

"That's not true, ma'am!" She pleads, "They also feel really good, and make great pillows! You could even use me as a cupholder when you're missing a table!"

"Tch, so the crowning achievement of your life..." You glare down at this useless waste, "The thing society been wasting some twenty years of development on... Is that you make for a substandard replacement for furniture? Kneel before me, you sow! I'm going to make you beg for forgiveness with your body!"

You give her a cruel smirk, and you realize... You're actually getting kind of into this. You've spent so much time around Maya holding in your more cynical and exasperated remarks... It's nice to just let go a bit. You'd feel horrible if you said this to anyone else - or even to Elizabeth, if she didn't know it was a game - but this kind of roleplay... Yeah, you could see the appeal.

You take off your shoes and socks. Honestly, this kind of play wasn't really something you knew anything about... But foot worship was a common element, right?

"Kiss my feet and beg for my mercy, and maybe I won't sue your parents for damages, sow!" You shout at her.

Hesitantly, delicately, Elizabeth crawls up you, and gives your feet a light kiss.

"Is that as deep as your regrets run?" You scorn her, "You steal my girlfriend and traffic with demons, and a little peck is all the remorse you show? No, that won't do at all. I want you to lick them clean, you damned thieving cat."

"I'm sorry, mistress, I'll swear I mean it!" Elizabeth cries, little tears forming in the corner of her eyes.

You're about to break character again to ask if she's really okay, but you see a faint smile accompanying a flush of arousal as she moves back in... Geeze, she's a pretty good actor, isn't she. You might need a safe word if you ever do this again.

True to her word, she starts running her tongue up and down the length of your foot. You don't really have a foot fetish, but you do get a little thrill from her abject submission... Even if it was all just a game. You'd have been happy with a normal relationship, but this... This was pretty good too. You toy with the idea of having her do your soles too, but... Nah. That'd be kind of nasty, wouldn't it? You didn't really want to push her towards anything gross.

"Pathetic," You announce from the throne of your bed, "Your lukewarm efforts wouldn't even appease a beggar, let alone someone of my stature. You **** my girlfriend with your substandard love, you insult my home with your whorish demeanor, and you brazenly strut around like the slut you are... You don't even know the meaning of shame, do you? Tell me, is there anything you can lick that would properly demonstrate your sincerity?"

"Please, mistress, give me one more chance!" She cries, "There... There is one more way I know how to lick! The only thing a stupid slut like me is good for! Please, don't demote me to a permanent footstool!"

You take off your jeans, as she writhes on the ground before you. ...Honestly, you don't know if that's supposed to be some kind of shame thing or something sensuous gone terribly wrong, but you guess she can't do everything perfectly. She's a virgin too, after all. ...Mostly. That bit with Maya didn't count.

It's only when you see her her own clothes start to slide off that you get what it was supposed to be about - a hilariously failed attempt to discreetly undo her clothing so she could masturbate as well. Honestly, she should have just gone for it if she was going to call that much attention to it anyway!

Truthfully, you weren't certain whether you wanted her to go for the candy quite this quickly, but... Your arousal had only grown since you saw her and Maya. Between the story of her and Ms. Devlin, and the current play, you were pretty wet. And you didn't want to screw up this play by saying something weird, and you didn't want to spend more time in the bedroom with your girlfriend than you did actually talking to her, so... Yeah, it felt like a waste, but you decided to send her after home quickly.

You spread your legs as you present yourself to her, and for once, Elizabeth drops the act entirely, looking at your pussy with undisguised lust and admiration - though after staring at it for a few dozen seconds, she finally remembers herself, and puts back on a face filled with "fear" and "shame".

"I know mistress could do far better than a stupid slut like me, but..." She says as she moves in, "I promise I'll do what I can to satisfy you! Please, just leave my family out of it, I beg you! I can't let them know what a dumb skank they raised!"

...Fuck, you saw what Maya meant now! Having someone's tongue in you... It was way better than doing it yourself. Elizabeth's tongue just slipped past your folds, and your hips bucked towards in her in response - and you wanted to feel her deeper, to get her as far in you as possible! But for some reason, she just kept staying frustratingly shallow, moving her tongue around just past your entrance. It felt good, but... You wanted to feel filled.

And all too soon, she pulled her tongue back out, going after your clit. Which felt amazing, as her tongue danced around you, but... All too soon she was back into your pussy again, continuing with that frustrating teasing! Hells, was this another provocation on her part?

...Taking matters into your own hands, you grabbed her head and held her close, forcing her to stay and finish the job! She jerks in surprise, but her tongue diligently continues her work - except now she focuses her full attention on your clit, and you feel a raw pleasure run throughout your body. Not your first orgasm, nor your biggest - but the first that didn't come by your own hands.

That felt... Meaningful, somehow. And as you let Elizabeth go, you give her a smile, knowing that you made the right decision to date her.

"Adequate, my little servant girl," You say to her imperiously, "If you keep pleasing me on a regular basis, perhaps I might one day forgive your existence."

"Of course, mistress," She answers, kowtowing to you, "Anything, in hopes of erasing my shame."

"But more seriously..." You say, switching back to your normal tone, "What was up with all of that shallow licking? It felt way too much like teasing!"

"Ah?" Elizabeth blinked in surprise, "Well, that's supposed to be what works best... At least, for Maya. Or maybe I was just doing it wrong? I didn't get a very good look inside either of them..."

"Well, just go a bit deeper next time, okay?" You say, smiling, "We've got plenty of time to learn."

"So we're really doing it then?" She asks, excited, "Dating?"

"Well, yeah, didn't we talk about that?" You laugh, as you pull her up into a hug, "We could spend the day together, if you like."

"That would be great!" Elizabeth replied, "We could... Oh... Wait. Damn it, I have class in, like, an hour. Linear Modeling's a bitch, too, I can't really afford to miss it."

"Linear Models?" You ask her, "Hey, are you majoring in statistics or something?"

"Yeah, actually," She nods back, "It seemed like a pretty safe field. So long as society remains a thing, people are going to need someone to crunch the data, right? And if society isn't, well, I'm screwed anyway, might as well double down on it."

"Ah, sensible," You nod approvingly, "I still haven't quite decided myself; I want something softer, but still, you know. Marketable. I'll probably end up with something in business or marketing at this rate."

"Hey, you never know..." Elizabeth says with inviting cheer, "Statistics and business pair well together; we could end up at the same firm."

"Statistics pairs well with anything," You say, giving her behind a teasing swat, "You'd say that anyway, wouldn't you."

"Maybe!" She answers, standing up and putting her clothes back on, "But seriously, I do need to prepare for class. Would you like to go on a date tonight, though? We could have dinner at Luigi's."

"Luigi's, on a first date?" You ask, "Jeez, you are serious, aren't you?"

"I was literally prepared to sell my soul for a girlfriend, so..." Elizabeth teases, "Yes, very."

"Consider the date accepted, then," You say, before shooting back, "I wouldn't want you to sell your soul for something you'd have gotten anyway."

...Ah, wait, there was one detail that you hadn't asked about yet...

"Hey, what was the other boon Maya owed, anyway?" You ask, dressing, "I probably should have asked, but I kind of got distracted by her first boon... She'd probably try to hide it from me, but I'd like to help where I can."

"Oh, you already did," Elizabeth said, smiling, "It was to get you to date me. Pretty cheap boon, right? I'm glad Ms. Devlin is making this easy for her."

...Huh. Why the hell would Ms. Devlin ask for that?

"Did Ms. Devlin offer any kind of explanation?" You say, suppressing the urge to frown, "And I'm honestly kind of surprised Maya agreed to that..."

"Apparently, she was concerned that we didn't have partners," Elizabeth shrugged, "Something about how it would be bad for your grades, how we wouldn't spread enough lust in the school, and it was her responsibility as a professor to ensure that we were cared for. I thought it sounded kind of weird, but hey, demon logic, right? Maya agreed once she heard I still had my soul."

...Yeah, this was definitely fishy. But honestly, you still couldn't say no; your condition had reached a critical state, and you needed someone to look at other than Maya. You'd just be setting up a worse trap if you backed away from Elizabeth.

As you stepped out of the door into the hall, though... You had to suppress a twitch of annoyance that now, you had one more thing to thank Ms. Devlin for.