Miss French

Obviously the most threatening answer had to be correct, right? Her bravery was going to be rewarded, right? So, Kasha looked at Miss French and said, “You’ll be my partner, Miss French.”

Miss French said to the other three students “Pair up,” and then tackled Kasha to the ground. Her face hovered and inch from Kasha’s, her lips pursed. She leaned down, her lips a hair’s breadth from the adventurer’s. Then she turned her face, leaning down towards Kasha’s pointed ear, and blew into it.

Kasha felt her face flush bright red and her loins grow hot.

“The challenge is simple,” Miss French whispered. “You have to make your partner cum by only touching them from the shoulders up.” As the succubus said that, Kasha realized she was being pinned down by her shoulders, but that was the only place Miss French was touching her.

As Kasha plotted some kind of counterattack, Miss French moved her head, leaning up to Kasha’s other ear, and gently nibbling it. The heat in Kasha’s crotch blossomed, and suddenly-