Dean Lily Dimitrescare

Who else to turn to but the Dean herself? She runs a school filled with comely creatures of untold power and unspeakable perversion and all in an unwieldy huge hat. Besides, she is the only one that knows you're royalty, so perhaps you'll get special treatment.

You make a beeline for her office and hope you are early enough to see her without an appointment. Sure enough, you only have to wait a minute as the suckubus secretary announces your prescience and then buzzes you in. You have to stifle a gasp as Dean Dimitrescare walks from behind her desk to greet you, "Ah, Willow, how good to see you. I wasn't expecting you to come beg to be my sponge bath **** for at least another week or two, but I'm glad you came to your senses sooner than later."

The Dean closes the gap between her desk and the several yards of ornate rug separating you in a second. It is unsettling watching such a massive creature glide so gracefully and effortlessly and still moving so fast that she is upon you in a breath. This time you do gasp as she leans down to pick you up, her creamy cleavage threatening to spill out of her blood red velvet dress, both heaving breasts bigger than your head and looking like they could crush your noggin like a grape. You wish that didn't turn you on more than it scared you, but you do manage to moan an objection before she begins bathing. "W-w-wait! I'mnotheretobeaspongeIcamebecausemygirleruhmImeanmyfriendwellIguessyoucouldcallhermygirlfriendsortofwedidn'treallygetachancetodiscussourrelationshipstatusbeforeshedisappearedandthat'sthereasonIcametoseeyou."

You stick your arm and thrust the note in Dean Dimitrescare's fetching face. She takes it between two terrifyingly and yet thrillingly long claws and puts on a pair of tiny glasses before reading it carefully. She peers over her glasses and you have to remind yourself why you came here again. Finally she speaks, "I see. So your girlfriend in all but name disappeared after you both came out to each other as trans and the next morning she left a letter intended to look like she 'came to her senses'. Those annoying brats of The Yannic Reform Society must be behind this. I believe their leader, Karin, has taken an interest in you. It seems Olive kept your secret, but how long do you think you can hide from the watchful eye of a valkillrie now that you are on her radar?"

If the note felt like a gut punch, this news hits you like a steel toed boot to the skull. Karin...a transphobic TYRF?! You almost turned to her for help...she seemed so kind...so caring...but then again, that was when she thought you were pure. You feel like you have a concussion. Everything is spinning...you fall to the floor only to be swept up into Dean Dimitrescare's arms and lifted up so she can look you in the eyes. You see no kindness in them, not even the illusion of it, but you also see no disgust or disdain. You think you prefer the towering vampress' callous hunger to Karin's 'kind' condescension. It snaps you out of your daze, and you find the strength to speak up, "Well, what are you going to do about it? You're the Dean. Isn't this your responsibility?"

Dean Dimitrescare pauses as if perplexed by your naivety and then holds a hand to her face to politely cover her peels of laughter, "HO HO HO! My how novel. I suppose I should clear out all the ancient entities of untold power as well. Then I can burn down Hades U and end their constant attacks on our charter. Why not take over Hell and topple the old guard to create an underworld utopia? Why haven't I thought of it before? It's almost as if I'm 'in charge' of thousands of walking power kegs in a nuclear weapon silo. I could take out these bratty bigots, and I might add it would be my pleasure, but for now they are in balance. If you want me to do your work for you, that's more of a personal favor. I'd require an equally personal payment. Let's say...your heart?"

Your legs dangle helplessly in the air and the prize the gorgeous giant seeks is pounding like mad. You see her point, two days has been enough to see how impossible it would be to control the chaos of quad 2, much less manage whatever other weirdness is going on in the other quads. Karin and her cronies keep the peace, for now, and the Dean prizes order over justice. If you are going to be rid of these femme fascists, then you are either going to have to risk your own 'skin' or surrender your heart.

Looking at the vamp's wide, luscious red lips makes you seriously consider the offer. You could imagine worse fates than as her thrall, and most of them involve Karin discovering your secret and doing to you what she did to Olive, whatever that was. The uncertainty makes it all the scarier. Even worse, Olive could still be suffering while you weigh whether your heart is worth the price of her freedom. If you surrender it now, it would almost be like you were the one that saved her. If you wait, will it mean you are the one who damned her?

Almost certain **** and possible eternal suffering versus certain life and likely eternal bliss. So why is it such a difficult decision?