When in doubt, suck a cock.

That's it! He never said you couldn't touch him. Never said you couldn't start stroking his shrimpy shaft, never said you couldn't feel it swell six times it's size in your supple hands. And your mouth is the one hole you can use without taking your clothes off...and it's sooooo hungry...

"Unholy shit! He's really doing it!" "The little faggot's sucking his cock!" "Blessings! I know who I'm picking as my study buddy"

The class erupts in raucous taunts and then goes silent. Professor Puissan must have held up a hand or something. Not that you care. The only thing you need to hear are the wet, whimpery smacks of your lips around the professor's prick. Ever since you tentatively tasted your tail, you've had a taste for cock in every form, but actual cock is by far your favorite. It has a raw, primal vitality a tongue or tail can't touch. And the professor's yardstick is the most potent thing you've slobbered and sucked and swallowed yet.

You feel him throb almost angrily in your throat. It feels like that tidal wave of warmth is crashing against the soft supernaturally sensitive walls of your throat, sending you into an uncontrollable fit of overwhelming orgasms. You rub your hungry pussy against his leg, only the thin fabric preventing you from coating him in your cum as you humiliatingly hump his leg like a dog. You don't care...you've hit that blissful buddha bimbo braindead blaze, melting under the warmth of his manly wave and hot cock.

"I'll...be...blessed!" Professor Puissan unleashes an ungodly load of his superior seed down your greedy gullet and coating your beautifully blushing face. You lap it up eagerly until there is nothing left, then spasm and shiver as it is absorbed into you. You vaguely remember that submission, cock sucking, and semen swallowing are all bad ideas, but you suspect it beats the alternative if you tried to hold out. The class stares, stupified, waiting for the professor to kick you out of class, bend you over the desk, or worse. A sick, twisted part of you is hoping for worst.

"Class, congratulate Mr. Saint for being the first student to pass my test. Every semester I show students that even the strongest can't resist my power. Then I tell them, honestly mind you, that no one has ever passed five minutes under my power without stripping. Finally, I give them permission to distract me, and I even give them the perfect suggestion for how. This prize pupil was the first to take me up on it. A round of applause."

The class rises to their feet to shower you in praise. As you make your way back to your seat, few slip their room number in your pocket, no doubt eager to shower you in something else. When you sit down, Professor Puissan continues his lecture...

"I personally have sucked countless cocks, tails, and tongues and had just as many shoved up my ass." The class gasps. "Don't be so surprised. We are not the warriors, the most powerful of us can easily be defeated by the average warrior demon, werewolf, orc, or minotaur. You might think it's all seducing maidens, but more often the path to victory is on your knees. But we'll discuss that next class...and until then study your textbook 'Yes, sir: Dominance and submission and the power of both', by your's truly."

You see a lot more thoughtful expressions as the class mills out the door. You wonder if you might not be on some kind of weird crash course towards becoming a powerful incubus. If you can get your cock back, who knows? You are a mile away when you feel slender, but powerful fingers close around your arm and hold you firmly in place.

"Dear boy, I noticed something peculiar about your...odor...when you helping me with my lesson. I was wondering if you would like to stay after class and I might be able to help you...explore...this little problem of yours. Either way, I swear I shall be discreet."

He knows! And...he's not turning you in?! He's even offering to help you! He probably knows a lot more then Jaime can look up in a library. But how can you trust him?