To a wild werewoman's office.

You were expecting the BAMPH of brimstone to teleport you to Hela U, having already researched their admission process online. You didn't know which administrator you'll get, but you did read that vvitches are usually paired with sweet, submissive girls so that they don't have to hypnotize a stronger willed stunner. You certainly hope so, imaging what you could do to a slime girl or suckubus with out casting so much as an affection multiplier.

Your cockiness cools the second you lay eyes on Student 'Liasons' Officer Elsa Talbot. You get the implication of the quotation marks on her nameplate, and you more than get the hint of her real duties from her 'cum' hither smile. She looks like she wants to eat you for dinner through smoky Bette Davis eyes through thick black rimmed glasses, the kind you only see in porn. Looking at her luscious lips, your tempted to let her take you out for lunch even if you are on the menu. Her blonde hair is pulled into a tight bun and her body is stuffed in an even tighter frilly white blouse and posh black velvet pantsuit that screams, 'doesn't believe in safe words.' You know she is dangerous, but you still would let her invite you over for dinner if you got to be dessert.

"So, who have we here? SNIFF SNIFF" 'Officer' Talbot sticks her perfect little nose in the air and sniffs it. "Ah, Jewel is it? And you're a half human vvitch?" You don't know what to say! She can somehow tell all that from your smell?! You don't want her to get a closer whiff and catch wind of your secret, but before you can move, she is on top of the desk, then leaping just in front of you and sticking her nose under your neck. You don't know whether you are more terrified or turned on. "Aww, my poor little liebchen. Don't look so scared. I'm just kidding you. I can smell you're a vvitch, sure, but your name was added to my roster when you opened the brochure."

You feel a wave of relief wash over you, followed by the realization that 'Fruelien' Talbot is still hovering kissably close to you. Instead of feeling cocky and confident, you suddenly feel small and scared compared to this fierce, feral female. She isn't some flighty floozy you can seduce and ensnare. She has the scent of a werewolf about her. You've heard they mate for life...and often. You know you can't take on game this wild on your first hunt, but you are sorely tempted to be her prey.

"So, Jewel, are you like all the other vvitch's? Did you come here to build a harem of monster girls and maybe try to take over Hell and then the world and then maybe burn Heaven to the ground?" Elsa asks with surprising friendliness in her voice as if she was discussing a harmless prank. Her lips are so close to yours that she can taste your whimpers. "Hmm, or maybe the little lamm came to be eaten by the big, bad wölfin?"

You manage to swallow a moan before she does, and mumble, "Ah uhm actually, I am mostly here to learn. I mean...I might be into pursing a purely consensual relationship, but I would have to meet the right person." Talbot looks at you like you just slapped her...then she starts laughing out loud.

"Ha haa haaa! Aren't you a little dumpling? Hmm, if I didn't already have so many hassles with HR, I'd eat your heart myself. Just make sure you save it for someone special." She smiles sultrily and steps back. You are almost disappointed that she isn't hungrier, but you know that you are better off m hunting among the other lambs than trying to take on this hellbeast in heat. You just quiver in what you hope she thinks is fear, but keep yourself from falling to your knees and begging her to make you an extremely happy meal.

Officer Talbot moves back slowly behind her desk, leaving you to stew in relief and disappointment. "So, you sound like you know the score. You are in quad 3, room 101. Your roommate is a catgirl named Rebecca. I warn you. Don't bully her...she likes it too much." Your spirits immediately brighten at the news. A cat girl?! That's the pot o' fucking gold at the end of the rainbow, powerball, golden fucking ticket, Jesus Christ giving you a blowjob jackpot!

"Yes, ma'am. And maybe if I don't get eaten up in the first week we could get a 'bite' some time?" Your cockiness rising, you blow a kiss and watch with relish as Elsa eats it out of the air and smiles starvingly. You leave before you can say anything too dorky or accidentally call her mommy like you did your first grade teacher that one time. You head towards your dorm, and your date with a catgirl, feeling cocksure and carefree...