Rex meets his teacher

Despite his unusual appearance, Rexus Aldryn fits in surprisingly well during the school's opening ceremonies. He joins a crowd of a few dozen elven students between the ages of twenty and fifty, all of whom are taller than him. At 5'8", Rex is large for a common-born Avarian (who hasn't benefited from the magically-fortified nutrition that only noble children enjoy). But elves grow tall, with both sexes standing between six and seven feet. They're also fairer than the human boy, who has relatively dark hair and olive skin. Most are skinnier, too, as even the fittest students appear more lean than muscular.

The ceremonies proceed without a hitch, and soon you watch Rex sit down in his classroom. He looks bored, daydreaming as the twelve elven boys and fourteen girls in his class also take their desks. After a few minutes, the teacher appears... And young Rexus is bored no more.

Mistress Alia Miarora is a beautiful woman, even by elven standards. Her exaggerated hourglass figure is visible even beneath her modest cotton dress; Rex's eyes keep darting between her prominent chest and her wide hips. Despite these bulging features, she looks quite lithe... It's hard not to, for a woman pushing seven feet tall.

Neophyte Silas nudges your shoulder, directing your attention to the crystal apparatus that's monitoring Rex's bodily state. It shows that he's getting more aroused by the moment, and the strength of his connection to the Fundamental Spell is climbing as well.

Miss Miarora introduces herself, then begins a lesson on elven history. Neophyte Obrin begins writing furiously; he's been tasked with gathering information on elven society, politics, and war-craft. Such trivial matters aren't your specialty or interest, so you're glad he's present to lighten the load.

As the lesson ends and the students begin some independent reading, you notice that Rex is calling Miss Miarora over for help every few minutes. At first you're worried that he's having difficulty with the complicated elven language, but the truth soon becomes obvious: every time she bends over his desk, he takes the opportunity to stare down her dress.

The sixth time she walks over to aid him, she frowns and expresses her concern: why is he still having so much trouble? Are her explanations not clear enough? How can she better help him?

Rex gives her a simple reply: "I'm sorry if I'm being a bother, Miss... It's just that I enjoy looking at your breasts. They're wonderful, and I can't think about anything else," he says, while staring down her dress once more. "I can see them much better when you're bent over like this."

You share a nervous look with Neophytes Erick and Evan. Rex has acted boldly indeed, likely due to his spoiled upbringing (inevitable, for a child capable of subconscious mind control). If his teacher responds poorly, it could delay the entire--

"I.. I understand, Rexus, but the other students need help too," she replies. "I can't stand at your desk for the entire class."

Beside you, Erick pumps his fist and grins as he continues peering into the scrying dish.

"Then perhaps you could pull your shirt down," the boy asks, licking his lips. "That way I could see more of them no matter where you are!"

She complies, loosening the drawstring of her neckline until she's showing off plenty of cleavage. Then she glances from side to side; a couple of the elven boys are stealing looks at her breasts, but nobody overtly reacts... Except for Rex, of course, who oggles her tits and nods with satisfaction. "Thank you kindly, Miss. Now I can concentrate."

The class continues, everything normal save for the obscene wobbling of Miss Miarora's half-contained bosom. Rex is getting hard, naturally, and after a moment's hesitation he begins to stroke himself slowly through the leg of his trousers. If anybody notices, they don't raise any fuss. Soon he's sporting a massive erection... And to your surprise, he stands.

Waddling over to the teacher's desk, he stands with his bulge protruding over its surface, obscuring the edge of Mistress Miarora's paperwork.

"Rexus? This is reading time, you're supposed to raise your hand if--"

"Miss, I have a problem," he interrupts her, running a hand over his swollen crotch. "Would you please take care of it for me?"

That finally gets a surprised reaction from the not-quite-brainwashed woman. "Is that... It's..." She hesitates, staring at the bulge. "...What do you..."

"Mother usually handles it," Rex explains. "One of your holes would be quickest, but you could use your hands instead. That's all mother would use, at first... She said it was 'more appropriate.'"

"I..." She casts a look around the classroom, and sees that most of the students have their noses buried in textbooks; elves are studious and obedient by nature, after all. "You can't work until I... Take care of you?"

"Certainly not, Miss," he nods, adjusting his crotch again. "I hope it's not too much trouble."

"Well, yes--I mean, no, I suppose I could... We..." She swallows hard. "Follow me."

With that she's up and off, hips swaying as she leads Rex into the storage closet at the back of the class. As the heavy door closes behind them, plenty of the students seem to be wondering where they've gone and why... But soon they return to their books, overlooking the faint grunts and slapping noises coming from the closet.

You hear more of the same sounds in your laboratory, as three of your acolytes pull out their members and begin to pleasure themselves. Dineus in particular is really getting into the show, sitting spread-legged with his cock in one hand and a crystal ball in the other. When you catch his eye, he smiles.

"Are you proud of our boy, Sir? Three hours outside the home, and he's already got an elven authority figure on her knees."

"Damn right, but I can't have all of you so distracted," you reply, waggling a finger at your masturbating assistants. "Neophyte Hadvar, go downstairs and fetch us a few wenches. They'll drain your balls while you work. We can't miss a thing... Record it all."

As the boy runs off, you return to your observations... Just in time to catch Rexus blowing his load. Thick globs of semen fall onto the front of Miss Miarora's dress, staining it thoroughly before she manages to wipe some away with the back of her hand.

"Oh dear, now that's all... Sticky..." She frowns.

"Mm, it's okay," Rex grunts, leaning back against a crate full of scrolls. "You can just lick it up. No harm in that, Mother does it all the time." He smiles encouragingly. "Father, even, if I'm--"

"Y-yes, alright," the teacher stammers, blushing. Then she obeys, slurping most of the jizz off her arm before wiping up more.

With the boy thoroughly satisfied and the elf thoroughly soiled, they return to class. Rex is a moment late buttoning up his fly, still shoving his softening cock back into his pants as he walks... But only one girl catches sight of it, and she blushes the same shade of pink as their teacher.

Miss Miarora gives the rest of the day's lectures with her neckline low, stained, and sticky, her nipples clearly visible beneath the soaked fabric. Horny but too tired to stand, Rex strokes himself to completion twice more before the day is done. When he goes to leave, there's a puddle of semen beneath his desk. He informs the teacher on his way out, advising her that his mother usually cleans it with a spare piece of clothing (such as an undergarment).

Once all the students are gone, Miss Miarora doesn't think twice. By the time she returns home to her husband, the mess on her dress is mostly gone... But her panties are coated with human seed, the gooey mess rubbing against her thighs with every step.

When Mr. Ilvar Miarora asks his beloved wife about her day, she tells him (quite earnestly) that she's more excited than ever to stimulate young minds.