VB Day 12 - Good student

She glares at you, then slips one hand into her panties while the other snakes up into her blouse. You still aren’t used to how comfortable these experienced succubi are with doing this kind of thing, but she just gives you a look of annoyance, then licks her lips, rubs herself down there, and pinches a nipple under her blouse.

You put the leash back on the lust aura, specifically on her.

She rubs away, feeling good. You listen to the squishing noises from between her legs, but notice her look of frustration as she doesn’t get off as quickly as she intended. She keeps going though.

“You sure you don’t need help?” you ask when she lets out a little growl of anger.

Her eyes dart to you, then to the door.

“Fine,” she mutters.

“What do you want me to do?” you ask. “It’s not unethical. It’s just part of my training.”

“Grab my neck,” she says.

You step forward and put your hand on her throat.

“Like this?” you ask.

“Now squeeze it.”

You squeeze and she groans, rubbing again. Her breath comes out in short gasps and you read her body, squeezing and relaxing your hand as she masturbates furiously. As you do that with your hand, you do the same with your aura, firing her up, letting her get close, but stopping her from reaching climax.

After five minutes she’s not giving up, but she’s covered in sweat and there are tears in her eyes.

“Harder,” she growls, and you do it. You finally let her cum, and it’s so strong that she has to grab you to keep from falling. You hold her quaking body, feeling wetness and warmth down there as she pees all over you both, sobbing into your chest. You help her onto the desk, where she lies back with her mouth open, breathing hoarsely. Her lower half still shakes.

You use a little magic to clean yourself up and perch beside her, stroking her damp hair out of her face.

“I don’t deserve to fail,” you tell her.

She glares, then rolls her eyes.

“Maybe not,” she admits, laying her hand on her fluttering belly. She reaches down and lifts the waistband of her panties, lifting her head to look down at herself, then she lies back down with another sigh. “OK. I’ll put a bonus question on the rest of your tests. You still have to get it right.”

“I will,” you assure her.

“No cheating,” she warns.

“No cheating,” you say, hopping off the desk. She gets up on her elbow, still panting, her eyes on your rear end as you walk out of the classroom.