Lime has come to your defense...in overzealous fashion.

"Lime, no!", you cry out in shock and dismay as your eyes fall upon your familiar in the process of binding your enchanting instructor in long, sinuous tentacles of slime.

You gape at the sight of Lime's tentacles, growing out of her back once more, winding around Instructor Shyael's body and holding her fast. You can see her arms caught at the wrists and held up above her while her legs are wound at the ankles and held splayed out so that the tempting length of her toned leg is almost completely revealed by the slit in her gown. Another tentacle has wound around her midsection and over her chest, sliding between the busty elf's breasts over her dress in a way that makes your face flush and your body grow hot. But none of that is as distressing as the fact that another of those tentacles has been **** into your instructor's mouth and she is currently drooling and gurgling around the semi-solid mass that is plugging her mouth and obstructing her words.

For a moment, all you can do is stare in complete and total shock, but then you shake yourself out of your surprise and are quick to move forward, grasping Lime by the shoulder firmly. "Lime, let her go! What are you doing!?", you chastise her and she looks at you with narrowed eyes and that somehow adorable look of anger on her face with puffed up cheeks and lips turned down into a small moue.

You don't understand her anger until you feel her emotions through the contact between you, feeling her desire to protect you and her feeling angry on your behalf. You realize that she had been listening as intently to the words that Instructor Shyael had been speaking as you had been and had seen how they'd effected you. She had seen how bad the elf was making you feel and, concerned for you, she'd lashed out in the only way she'd known how. It was actually touching, that protective streak that Lime possessed...or it would be if what she was currently doing was a great way to get you kicked out of school and her banished from this plane of existence.

"Lime, it's okay! I'm okay! They're just words! You can't use **** to defend against everything, Lime. It's not right. This isn't right!", you tell her as you take her hand and catch her eyes imploringly, "Please, Lime. Let her go. For me?"

She looks at you and her eyes change from that angry narrowed glare to something softer as she gazes back at you. She moves the hand you're not holding to gently touch your cheek, her dainty fingers soft against your skin as she nods to your words. As she does, you think you can see a glow in her eyes, a glow similar to the one you'd seen when she'd ensnared Skulgi and his friends before, but it is there and gone once more as she starts to pull her tentacles away from Instructor Shyael. The elf is released, falling to the floor, panting and disheveled, and the tentacles are sucked back into the gelatinous mass of Lime's body so that she is once again just the same adorably alluring slime-girl she has been since you got her to your room yesterday.

You breathe a sigh of relief, glad that Lime had listened to you, and give her a gentle smile and her hand an encouraging squeeze. "Good girl, Lime. Thank you.", you tell her and then you release her to quickly go to your instructor to try and mitigate any anger you are sure she feels.

"Instructor Shyael, I'm so, so sorry! Lime just wanted to defend me! She didn't mean anything by it! I'm very sorry and I know she is too.", you tell her, kneeling in front of her as she sits on the floor, her legs folded beneath her and her hands flat on the ground as she leans heavily upon them and looks down at the ground with her flowing silver hair over her face and her breathing coming in sharp pants, "Are you okay, Instructor Shyael?"

She doesn't respond to your words and you start to get worried and reach a hand out towards her tentatively, gently touching her shoulder. As you do, she shudders and gives out a sound that is throaty and thick as she reacts to your touch in surprising fashion. At that, her head whips up and her eyes, those vivid violet pools, meet yours. They are the usual violet in color, but now they are glittering and nearly glowing with emotion you can't identify. Her lips are parted as she pants heavily and you can see the glistening green leavings of Lime's intrusion into her mouth on her tongue and lips, making you think she must have ingested some of the gooey substance that was Lime's mass.

You don't have time to apologize for that or to think about the effects that ingesting the oozing gel-like substance that the slime-girl is made of may have before, without warning, Instructor Shyael is suddenly pushing off of the floor and almost pouncing you. Her arms wrap about your shoulders and hold you tight as she falls upon you in literal fashion, her sudden movement driving you to your back as she falls flush atop you. Her soft, pillowy breasts squeeze against your chest as she lays atop you and, before you know what's happening, her mouth has found yours and she is kissing you had and passionately, her tongue thrusting into your mouth and leaving the mingled sweetness of elven saliva and the tartness of Lime's slime upon your own tongue as she slides hers over yours ardently.

You are stunned at this turn of events, completely and totally, and, for a moment, you can only wonder to yourself whether this impossible event that many a male (and female, in some cases) student has dreamed of is actually happening to plain old Tobias Karlsson.