+1 XP, FAVOR from Ms. Sterling, HAVE SEX again

"Yes, of course," Ms. Sterling says. "I'm working with Mr. Mothwing-Marshall on controlling his wild talent, and this is an obvious time for it to manifest."

Miss Wormwood makes a sound somewhere between a sigh and a hiss. "Yesss," she says, "That happened when I last saw him." She looks to you. "Let's not have you ruin my uniform again."

You shiver, looking at the snake-haired Nurse. Her snakes flicker their tongues at you. You don't recall exactly how it had happened, but Miss Wormwood's apron and gown were shredded to ribbons by a magical eruption that had accompanied your climax.

"I think it's a rather adorable sort of problem," Ms. Sterling says. "Did you know it manifested in class?" She laughs. "He turned my robes invisible."

Your face glows with the heat of embarrassment, and your member throbs insistently under your brown Beavertail robes.

"Not to worry, Mr. Mothwing-Marshall," Ms. Sterling says. "Your manifestation was hardly the most disruptive thing that's happened in Enchantments. And this would be a better place, in case something happens, than in open class."

Your heart thumps and your knees tremble.

"All right, young man," Miss Wormwood says. "Let's proceed."

Miss Wormwood directs you to go behind a screen, undress, and lie down on an examination table. The smooth stone surface is cold and hard under your legs, buttocks, and back. Your member stands up hard under the regard of the Nurse and your -- well, your self-control mentor, Ms. Sterling.

"Thank you for coming back," the Nurse tells you. "Your earlier contribution was a potent and effective ingredient in my formulation." Her snakes ripple in a loose bow, echoing her thanks.

You swallow and cough. "T-thank you. Ah, you're welcome, Miss Wormwood."

Miss Wormwood laughs. "Frog in your throat?" she says. "Now for the bottle...Here."

The cool glass of the bottle's neck encircles the head of your member, which twitches in response. You're shivering a little, between the cold slab and the gaze of Miss Wormwood and Ms. Sterling over your naked body.

"Close your eyes, Mr. Mothwing-Marshall," Ms. Sterling says. "Breathe deeply. Clear your mind." She puts her hand on your head, feeling warm through your hair. "Center your will."

Your member twitches and swells against the cool kiss of the bottle. Miss Wormwood's fingers close around your shaft. You shiver and squeeze your eyes tighter. You hear an amused sniff from Ms. Sterling. You're almost sure you hear her say a word under her breath. Lovely.

How embarrassing. If you can just...oh!

Miss Wormwood strokes your shaft. It swells in her hand and all the hot embarrassment just turns into heat. The slab is no longer cold under your body. You moan aloud.

"Lovely," Ms. Sterling says. Quietly, but you hear her clearly now. You keep your eyes tight shut so you don't see her expression. "Center your will," she says, pressing her hand into the top of your head. "Breathe."

But the best you can do is moan, trying to keep each breath even with the last. Your member twitches. You can feel it in the root.

"There," Miss Wormwood says in her dust-dry voice. "Almost there. Ms. Sterling, if you would apply your hand there?"

Forgetting your resolution, you open your eyes. Miss Wormwood has a cool, intent expression as she holds the bottle and strokes your shaft. Aurelia Sterling looks down at you, her blonde hair pulled back as usual, her eyes open wide behind the round blue lenses of her glasses. Her lips are parted in a hungry half-smile. One hand rests in your hair, and the other moves down to cup your balls.

Warm, her hand. So warm.

A flash of heat and joy erupts through the center of your groin. Ms. Sterling clenches her hands tightly into your hair and around your balls. She cries out, and her hands squeeze rhythmically, following the pulse of your spurts. Miss Wormwood lets out a breath with a satisfied sigh. Your member swells and spurts again and again.

After some time you come to yourself, blinking. You're warm all over. Your embarrassment has dissipated for now. But Miss Sterling? Oh my.

Aurelia Sterling's cheeks are flushed pink, and her forehead is moist with perspiration. Her glasses are askew. She leans forward over you. Her chest heaves with deep breaths. A ripple goes through her slim, tall form. "Ahh-AHH!" she cries. The pink flush spreads down her neck to her chest.

"M-Ms, Sterling, are you alright?" you ask.

Miss Wormwood lets out a dry chuckle. "Yes, Mr. Mothwing-Marshall," the Nurse says. "As you can see, she is still standing upright, and still in her robes." She gives you a thin smile. The serpents on her head wave with amusement. "Thank you for your effusive contribution." She nods, holding the bottle up, showing your pearly emission streaking down the sides and thickly covering the bottom. "I will put it straight to work. You and Ms. Sterling may go when you are recovered."

Miss Wormwood turns about and leaves through a curtained doorway, her white gown swishing, the snakes on the back of her head flickering their tongues at you as she goes.

"Ms. Sterling, are you alright?" you ask again. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Her long arms are spread wide, one hand clutching your hair, the other cupping your balls, each one squeezing and relaxing rhythmically. Her face is flushed and moist, and her breaths are coming fast and deep.

She looks at you over her disarranged glasses. "Eric," she says. "Will you? Will you do something for me now? You can't tell anyone."

She looks worried, and like she really needs something.

"Yes, of course, Ms. Sterling." you say.

"Just lie there, Eric," she says. "Right where you are." She withdraws her hands, bends down to lift the skirts of her robe, and climbs up on the examination table, straddling you. Her pantalettes, blue satin in an old-fashioned style, have an long, overlapping vent in the center. She parts the folds to reveal the bright pink swollen lips of her womanhood, glistening with moisture and framed with golden, fluffy hair. The scent of her sex is sweet, warm, animal. Your heart thumps and your member swells.

"Miss Sterling...!" you say.

She kneels up, takes your member in hand, and settles back down, the slick lips of her sex devouring you, head, shaft, and down to your balls.

Inside. It's overwhelming. Fearfully wonderful. Warm and welcoming, but so hungry. Eating you with her sex. You tremble under her.

"Lie still," she says. "Lie still. Do your best. Breathe. Center."

It would be better to close your eyes, but you can't help watching your beautiful Enchantments mistress rocking her hips, her face full of **** desire, her sapphire necklace glittering as her breasts bounce with her body's exertions. Her long-fingered, beringed hands quest over your chest, rubbing, squeezing, digging in her nails, the sleeves of her robes sliding across your skin following her hands.

There's something about being still robed. Her glasses still tilted, fallen half down her nose. That look in her face. Desperately urgent.

"Ms. Sterling..." you say. "Are you...?"

"Aurelia," she says. "Just now. Just for now, call me Aurelia."

Whatever you were going to ask flees your mind as she speaks.

"Aurelia," you say. "You are so beautiful."

"Yes, yes, yes," she says, rocking on top of you. "Eric. You lovely young man."

You have Ambition -1, Bravery 0, Cunning +2, Diligence +2.
Gain +1 XP. You currently have 4 XP.
Gain a FAVOR from Ms. Sterling.
Use STAMINA to go again and HAVE SEX with Ms. Sterling.

Miss Wormwood the nurse owes you a FAVOR.
Ms. Sterling, your Enchantments instructor, is your FRIEND who will tutor you in controlling your wild talent. She owes you a FAVOR. She has promised to give you a project (a GOAL) related to Enchanted Objects.