Meeting with Ophelia.

Having rested well after your full day of activities, you awaken the following morning feeling refreshed and ready for a new day. After feeding Pharos and getting dressed in uniform, you make your way to the dining hall for some breakfast. The meal is the pretty standard fare of eggs and some kind of bacon, definitely not pork. It isn't bad but is rather bland after last night's griffin. Cleaning your plate quickly, you head for Ophelia's office to see if there is anything she needs help with. The chance at some morning fun adds a skip in your step.

Knocking at the door, you hear the buxom third-year call out from inside. "Come in."

Ophelia is leaning back in the tall chair behind her desk, the fingers of her right hand lightly dancing in the air as a pen floats before her to mark paperwork on the desk.

"Oh, it's you." She smiles leaning forward to clap her hands together on the desk. The pen, no longer being manipulated, falls softly atop her papers.

"I know you have been a bit busy lately. I was hoping there might be something I could do to help." You offer.

"There is. Step this way." A devilish grin forms on her face as she beckons you over.

Her suggestive tone draws you in and you quickly cross the room to round the large wooden desk. "What can I do?"

Ophelia rotates her chair to face you, her violet eyes piercing your gaze as she slowly begins to pull her skirt up. "I have been so stressed recently." She says in a playfully dramatic tone. "I was hoping you might be able to provide a little relief."

Taking the hint, you get down on your knees to watch as she lightly lifts her ass and removes the black panties covering her shaven pussy. "Where do you seem to be holding the most tension?" You smirk as your eyes travel up her black stockings to the olive skin above.

Ophelia spreads her legs, one hand reaching between to trace along the outside of her bare mound. "Oh, it's all right here." She coos. "Do you think you can help me?"

Without words, you answer her by burying your face between her slender thighs. Your tongue gently prods at her opening, sliding up and down until you find her hard little clit. The hint of her familiar taste leaves you eager for more.

"Yes, right there." She pants leaning back in her chair.

Your tongue slowly moves in circles, never breaking contact with her sensitive button. Ophelia's hips squirm at your attention and her juices begin to lubricate her slit as you press harder into her.

"Mmm... This is exactly what I needed." She whispers, placing a hand on the back of your head as if she were afraid you might suddenly stop.

You move your focus down to find her opening and truly penetrate her, your lips pressing against her outer folds. Warm jizz leaks from her and the taste of sweet honey flows across your tongue, like a familiar flavor you didn't know you craved until you tasted it once more.

Suddenly, a knock at the door clears the haze of lust from both your minds. "Ophelia, are you in there? We need to talk. " A male voice you almost recognize calls out from the other side before the sound of the doorknob rattles through the room.

"Quick, hide." Ophelia orders in a whisper as she ushers you under her desk.

The sound of the door opening is followed by footsteps on the stone floor as Ophelia sits up in her chair. The small cubby below the desk is cramped and Ophelia's silky stockings brush along your cheek as she inches her chair forward, pretending like nothing was out of the ordinary. "Oh, Lucas, Briana, what brings you to House Phoenix this morning? Please, have a seat."

"It's about the house meetings tonight." The cerberus senior says approaching the desk. "Professor Dove has issued this declaration and wishes us to add it to our announcements."

You hear someone opening a briefcase and rifling through papers from your hiding spot but you mostly ignore the conversation, too focused on Ophelia's still dripping slit only inches from your face.

"She's closing off access to the Memorial Hall?" Ophelia asks, reading the paper she was given. "But why?"

"Something to do with preserving its historical significance, dear." A female voice you can only assume to belong to Briana answers.

Ophelia slightly leans back in her chair once more, inching herself closer to your face. A trickle of her previous arousal runs down the outer lips of her pussy, causing your mouth to water. "But those statues and shrines were all restored only two years ago." She begins to argue.

As Ophelia speaks, you can't hold back your cravings any longer and carefully extend your tongue to lick at the dribble of nectar between her thighs. Her hands grip down on the leather-wrapped arms of her chair causing them squeak.

"I know." Lucas agrees. "Apparently, someone snuck in and vandalized the place though."

The delicious taste of Ophelia's juices has you captivated and you can't help but sink your tongue into her deeper with little regard for your surroundings. As you rub along her inner folds, you can feel her pussy start to quiver.

"That's terrible." Ophelia states, struggling to maintain her composure.

"I know. What kind of delinquents is the academy accepting now?" Briana says, more passing judgment than asking.

"Whatever the case, students are to stay out of the lower level until further notice." Lucas clarifies.

Ophelia's pussy now trembles around your tongue, her oncoming orgasm imminent. Your hunger for her cum is insatiable and you forcefully work your tongue inside the raven-haired goddess.

"Well, if that is all, it was nice chatting with you both but I should get back to finalizing the preparations for the fall dance." The House Phoenix senior says, trying to quickly conclude the meeting.

Footsteps can be heard once more making their way across the room. "Lucas, darling, are you coming?" Briana's voice calls out from the door.