A concerned patron of the church (and the college)

The door slid open just as Doubles was nearly done pumping the professor. As Postucles realized that his most important belonging-- his tenure as a college professor-- was at stake, he roughly spun the fake Clara around his body by grabbing her shoulders. Her uniform-clad, ridiculously curvaceous body swung through the air while her eyes widened. It was all she could do to keep his thick dick in her mouth and her face went cross-eyed with determination; she wrapped both arms around his legs to avoid being flung across the room. In the end, she hit the back-side of the shadowy area behind the wide, U-shaped teacher's podium. Theoretically, she'd be hidden from sight this way, but he'd picked a pretty rough way to accomplish it.

Doubles rubbed her head gingerly thinking that the bump that formed there might stay, even once she left her doppelganger form. Once she got over her dizziness, she resumed sucking him off, causing him to smack his fists down against the podium angrily and kick at her knees in an effort to stop her. He absolutely couldn't afford to be caught with his man-meat in the mouth of the deadest ringer for the high priestess that the town of Merridan had ever produced! In her mind, however, she couldn't be caught in this lecture either. She'd throw him off his game, no matter what it took!

The professor attempted to rest both hands on the podium and smile at the surprise entrant, but he was the grumpy type that smiled only rarely, even in the best of times. The expression looked totally unsuited on him and was accompanied by twitching frown-lines and flaring nostrils, along with angrily arched eyebrows above his tiny spectacles. "Th-The honorable Mrs. St. Vendigeld! You know parents aren't supposed to be touring the school grounds today. Today's ceremony is a time to watch from a distance, proudly, as your bright young daughter attends the new semester and becomes a sterling schola---ah-- aaaah!" Postucles growled, grasping his hands harder onto the podium's lip and gritting his teeth. This intruder was, perhaps, the worst person who could have arrived next to the Demon Lord himself.

"Professor," Guyld St. Vendigeld III greeted him, stepping forward with a clap of her boots' heels against the stone floor of the lecture hall. This woman looked so youthful with her gorgeous green locks held in a looped ponytail and her eyes a stunning, gleaming lime color, it would be hard to guess she was now near hovering about forty. Her skin was fair and unblemished, apart from slight smile creases near the corners of her eyes, and her figure was still stunning, with well-sized breasts (although nowhere near a match for Clara's) and wide hips... Perhaps a bit wider than she would have preferred. Her dress-- glimmering, green, neck-length, and stylishly sleeveless-- was accompanied by a white fur boa and gloves rising to the elbows, with high boots that reached up to her thighs and occasionally showed through the slits at the legs of her dress. It was a high-society look and, like all of the trappings of high society, hid a certain secret underbelly... keyword "belly."

As much as her gorgeous appearance hid her soft-featured and aging body, so too did it hide a rather standoffish nature. Postucles appreciated her drive for academics and her daughter's education, but he hated her hovering behavior. Right now, he hated it more than ever. The woman's daughter-- named, of course, Guyld IV-- was a model student, but she wasn't even attending a class in this lecture hall today! What could possibly bring the woman here?!

"Have you heard? Clara Fauxbright, the high priestess herself, was spotted entering the campus today! I came to make sure you are on your best behavior and that you are not missing the opportunity to show off a curriculum that honors Geod and puts his church's teachings at the forefront. What I'm saying is: I feel an imperative as one of the college's greatest patrons to make sure that the focus of your introductory lesson is on keeping the faith! You have a tendency to dwell upon the less essential elements of Merridan's history. Time discussing the foundation of the Knight Corp could be better put towards naming the saints of the church. Can you be trusted?" she smiled thinly and produced a gold, folding fan, painted with the design of a peacock with wings and feathers unfurled, which she used to veil the lower half of her face.

"While I do not appreciate your call for ignorance on any part of our history, no matter how trivial you may consider it, I can absolutely be trusted. This is as important a day for the church as it is the college!" he spoke quickly, putting on his most affable smile, which, admittedly, was still not particularly affable. "I wouldn't do anything to defile the church!" This, moments away from releasing his load into the mirror image of the church's head priestess.

Getting fed up with this, but surprisingly not fed, Doubles decided to up her attack once more; she squinted her eyes shut and took his shaft in even further, until it disappeared all the way up to the base. In her experience, people were not usually so stingy with their cum, so this uncomfortable type of method was rarely needed; she felt her jaw straining, just implementing this kind of technique. She began to wish she'd instead copied the body of one of the Demon Lord's snake-men, who were capable of dislocating theirs jaws...

Scrutinizing the obvious look of mixed pain and pleasure on Postucles' face, Guyld raised one eyebrow and approached closer. "Really? You seem distracted or ill. If you're ill... you should shake it off. Be a man," the woman scoffed, rolling her eyes with a dismissive smirk.

"Yeah, Postucles, be a man already!" Doubles pouted to herself. Expecting cum for this long and not getting an odd experience; it was like a teasing sort of role-reversal, although without the playfulness.

"Wait... what is that lewd, slobbering noise? Are you... under there... you wouldn't... are you?!" Guyld suddenly questioned, beginning to stamp forward at a rapid pace and lowering her fan. Her eyes widened and a vein in her forehead throbbed with rage; she'd finally put two-and-two together and approached the podium, unable to bear the thought of a teacher of her daughter receiving an under-the-table blowjob while speaking to the most important patron of the church.

"M-Mrs. St. Vendigeld, stop! Wait! Desist!" he urged, then looked down, red-faced and just as furious as the agitated Guyld. "You stop too, dammit, or a throat full of spooge is going to be the least of your worries! I'll fill you up with knowledge until you forget all about the taste of cum!"

"Wh-Why are you talking like some actor in a pornographic stage performance?!" Guyld hollered, now coming so close that they were playing tag on both sides of the podium, trying to keep away from each other. "Who are you hiding under there?!"

The situation might seem dire for Doubles, under the guise of Clara, but her brain had a unique sort of worldview that made the solution here obvious. After all, all she needed to do...