Problematic

Eliza flips the test over and begins work right away. She flies through the first few question, being fresh in her mind thanks to her last minute cramming. Though as she continues, her progress begins to slow down. The questions get harder and longer and her mind begins to break down. The urge has returned, now with an even greater vigor then before. Her pulsating groin makes it almost impossible to concentrate as she shifts uncomfortably in her chair. Getting stuck on a question, her eyes glance at the clock.

70 Minutes remain.

After another minute progress stops entirely. Trying to think about the question, she tries to reach into her mind to find the answer, but all that comes up is fog. A few minutes pass and nothing gets written down. Lost trying to navigate her own mind, she snaps back to reality as someone gets a text, the tone booming compared to the silence that was the classroom. This is when she realizes that one of her hands was glued to her own crotch, a sticky wetness on the tips. She retracts the hand instantly, glancing around the room nervously. Thankfully everyone seems to be too focused on their test to notice she was just playing with herself in class. She looks up at the clock.

40 Minutes remain.

While glancing around, she catches a glimpse of Heather in the front. Even from the back Eliza could tell that Heather was not having a good time, able to take a little joy in her misery. Eliza also finds that she is making better time then she first thought, only a couple pages remain. Glancing back at Heather, a devious thought came into her mind. If my demon powers have started to bud, what could I do to make her life as miserable as possible?

Starting small, she focuses on the pencil in Heather's hand. Motion her hand towards Heather, she gives a small flick with her fingers. The pencil comes to life, slipping out of her hand onto her paper. Heather shakes her head slightly, cocking her head in confusion. Giving her pencil a small scan, she drops it and begins working again. Using her entire wrist this time, she aims her eyes at the pencil. It flies out of her hand, rolling to the front of the classroom.

Heather, alarmed, glances around the room. Eliza lowers her head, pretending to work on her test while keeping Heather in the corner of her eyes. She looks around for a few moments before getting up from her seat. The sound of her chair skidding across the ground brings the attention of half the classroom, looking at the origin of the noise. Eliza, realizing the opportunity, waits for Heather to lean down to pick the pencil back up. Locking her eyes on Heather's skirt, she motions her hand downwards violently.

It works beautifully, the skirt falling down to her ankles as half the class watches it happen. One person starts to giggle, which sparks the rest of the class to erupt in laughter. Heather's face is a mixture of surprise, anger, and embarrassment as she attempts to grab her skirt. Bending over, clutching her skirt, Eliza flings her hand to the side. This sends Heather off balance, falling face first into the floor. Laughter intensifies, even Mr. Gordon joining in on the fun. Heather releases a screaming cry as she runs out of the room in embarrassment. After a few moments Mr. Gordon tells the class to settle down, leaving the class to check on the now humiliated Heather. Happy with the result, Eliza glances up the clock.

30 Minutes remain.

Slapping her face lightly a few times, she tries to concentrate on the test. Ten minutes pass. A few questions now have an answer, a few have been skipped. Eliza figures that she can finish before the end of class, but she has to work quickly. Though her body has other plans. Her clit is now swollen, aching and grinding against her panties each time she moves even a tiny amount. A cold wetness covers her groin, her panties drenched as her pussy has been leaking juices the entire time. Eliza finds herself breathing heavily as blood rushes to her face. Dammit I knew I should have fed last night. Eliza curses herself.

Struggling to concentrate and with time running out, she quickly glosses over the last few questions. Giving short answer on the ones she knew, bullshitting the questions she didn't. Reaching the end of the test, Eliza's eyes dart towards the Clock.

3 Minutes remain.

Eliza quickly flips the test back to the front, scanning it for the questions she skipped before. At this time Mr Gordon returns to the room, standing at the front of the class with his eyes glued to his watch. Anxiety overtakes Eliza as she furiously bullshits answers left and right.

1 Minute remains.

Only halfway through the test, she knows that she can't fill in every blank answer. She doesn't let this deter her, going until the last second.

0 minutes remain.

"Time's up, every lower your pencils now." Eliza does as instructed, a small sigh of relief leaving her lips. Though it's quickly transformed into disappointment as she knows that she didn't do well. Her mind fogged up cause of her aching groin, she couldn't remember anything. The only thing her mind could consistently concentrate on was how much she wanted a dick inside of her. Walking up to turn in her test was even a struggle, her groin muscles contracting and making her almost waddle down the aisle way.

"That wasn't so bad, now was it?" Mr. Gordon says, ruffling through the large stack of papers in front of him. "Remember, anyone who fails will have to speak to me personally. Hopefully that didn't happen to any of you." he says with an all too happy grin on his face. Eliza quickly makes her way out of the room, almost panting as her pussy aches intensely. She blasts past Tweedledee and Tweedledum as they wait for Heather to emerge, unaware of what had occurred. Eliza would want nothing more then to taunt the two mindless cronies, but she doesn't have time for it. She needs to find someone to feed on, and now.