Seduction 101

You hurriedly check the schedule that Lolly helped you download between getting to "know" you. You wish you had spent more time memorizing it last night, but then again, you also wouldn't trade a minute with your brusque beauty. You read your first class, and wonder if it is a typo, as it says 'Seduction 101'. You were sure it said 'Subduction 101' last night, but then again, you did have other things on your mind and on your hands...and in your mouth...and up your..."OOMPH!"

In your harried, horny haze you run right into the voluptuous valkillrye, Karin. You start to stammer a string of sorries when she puts a finger to your lips and soothingly says, "No need for a traffic jam of apologies, Willow. I can see you are trying your best to be on time, after what was in no doubt a 'long' night. Why don't you let me give you a hand?" Karin extends her hand and you take it gingerly, and the next thing you know, you are literally flying over the heads of the other monster girls, with Karin smiling serenely at you the entire time. You feel like nothing can hurt you with your hand in hers...except, perhaps Karin herself, but you can't imagine her so much as denting your dimples with the way she looks at you.

She sets you down with your head spinning and heart racing with ample time to head into class. Feeling bold from your explorations with Lolly and from the sheer rush of flight, you make an uncharacteristically flirty joke, "So if I have trouble in Seduction 101, can I count on you to tutor me in the ways of love?" Hearing the words out loud even before you fully think them out causes you to blush almost hot pink.

For her part, Karin remains composed, but you notice that her cupid bow lower lip trembles ever so slightly and it fills your heart with hope. That flame is dimmed but not distinguished when she quickly recovers and ripostes, "It looks like you might have something to teach me about seduction with that little girl lost routine, but I have to stay firm with my convictions. That said, if you really do have trouble in your classes, I can have my thrall, Krissy, help you out. She's surprisingly smart for a cow girl." With that she gives your head another pat, and again it takes everything in you not to swallow her hand whole. Instead, you smile stupidly and head into class, before you can embarrass yourself further.

You walk to your desk in a haze of horny humiliation, wishing you hadn't been so needy while also basking in the slight praise you earned from that gorgeous goddess. You know she is out of your league, literally according to every bestiary ranking you've ever read, but you can't help but hope she somehow pities you enough to make you her pet someday. You sit in the back of the auditorium, sliding down as low as you can in your seat to avoid attention, but your bubble butt only lets you squish down so much in this form and your breasts lay lewdly ob the desktop, too bountiful to hide.

"Good morning, monsters. I am Professor Luxure and I will be teaching you the art of seduction, or as I prefer to think of it, the art of war." Your jaw drops as you take in the the bearer of the soft, sultry voice coming from the head of the class. You had expected it to belong to a sexy suckubus, or a voluptuous vampyre, even a cute cat girl...anything but the buff, bewilderingly beautiful butch wendigo captivating the classroom with her wavy white fur, beefy body with thick thighs that look like they could crush concrete, hefty, heaving bare breasts that are nestled by her fur, and broad features that are alluringly accentuated by soft make up.

"Before we get started, I know most of you probably expected a suckubus or a siren or something as a teacher, but there is more to seduction than what you are born with. I plan to teach you how to use everything you have to tame the wildest of women or even the mildest of men, if that's your thing." Professor Luxure continues and you are on the edge of your seat, eagerly awaiting her pearls of wisdom.

Instead, you are distracted by something slippery sliding silently up your leg. Panicked, but not wanting to draw attention to yourself, lest everyone thinks you were asking for it, you look down to see a purple tentacle squeezing your leg. You follow it to the desk on your left and see, Olive, the plump pretty octogirl that entranced you yesterday morning. She smiles shyly at you and continues to slide her tentacle up your trembling thigh, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. She pulls a tentacle up to her lips and whispers, "Don't worry, I am very discreet."

You notice she has a slight French accent, or is that just what she wants you to hear? It's so hard to focus with her her throbbing tendril twisting ever closer towards your glistening groin, and her dark eyes drawing you deeper down the path of perdition. You struggle to snap out of it, to listen to the lecture or at least pull her gropey grabber away before it plunges into your pussy. Instead, you slowly and you hope subtly shift your hips forward so you can feel the tip of her feeler slip up snugly between your hot, hungry lips and sensually slide up and down until you can barely hold yourself together.

The worst part is that no matter how much you beg her with your eyes, no matter how far you slide forward in your seat, Olive stops just short of penetrating you. She comes oh so close, but it's oh so far from what you need. You suspect her hypnotic allure is what's keeping you so needy yet too submissive to act upon it, but then again, you have kind of always been like that, so maybe she doesn't even need the scintillating spirals swirling in her eyes and drilling deeper and deeper into yours. You can't take another second of this steamy surface tension. The dam is about to burst and so are you. Better to whisper a whimper than explode all over the next row. You part your lips, ready to beg Olive to fill you up...

BRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING

"Alas, the sound of parting. Remember this lesson well, class. It is the backbone of the rest of the semester and will not be repeated." Professor Luxure concludes her lecture leaving you stunned and unsatisfied in more ways than one. You can't believe you got fondled for a full class and didn't even notice the time passing. As Olive pulls her arousing appendage away, you can't help but notice she has pages of notes completed. You feel a little betrayed to be felt up and fondled while she focuses on the class, and she didn't even have the decency to get you off!

Olive must notice your annoyance, because as she gathers her things she says, "Aww, sorry to distract you. I forget sometimes that not everyone can multitask. Tell you what. I have a free period and I can help you memorize my notes in no time. Wanna be my study buddy?" She asks as she squeezes your leg before pulling it away.

You quickly check your schedule and just as you remembered, you have a free slot too...and you don't have a class scheduled either. Still, you worry her 'one weird trick' to memorize notes will involve her pulling you even deeper down into depravity. Maybe you should ask another girl for help?