You stay in the Plane of Lust (Act II)

"Fuck it" You proclaim loudly as you disrobe yourself, becoming one of the locals. The academy of Ipsola clearly wasn't working out. You were learning magic, but you were learning far more about treachery and duplicity in the ranks. For as specific and unconventional as this 'academy' is, it has to be run better than that place. And as for the other activities, you've quickly discovered that you don't really care. You've seen that clearly wizards are not really any greater or superior than any other beings, so why should you continue to pretend otherwise.

"Atta boy" The prospective dean bellowed, as he raised his hand in congratulations, the other hand firmly grasping Tyrlo's hair. "Now, why don't you hop down here with your friend so I can see your performance too."

"I'm sorry?" You ask, dumbfounded by what he said.

"Well, we do have to uphold our standards here. Bards are performers after all, and before I allow you to join the college here, I have to see how well you perform."

"I'm sorry, but I don't think that's going to work" You try to say it as nicely as possible. The dean's impossible smile and charm doesn't break, as he softly puts his large hand on your shoulder.

"Hey, I get it, it's a lot to take in at once, but five minutes ago you wouldn't even think of yourself as a bard, and here you are. Just give it a try" You feel yourself struggle to say no. As he speaks, your eyes aren't on him, but down at Tyrlo and her performance, sucking on his cock. You've never done anything like that before, but perhaps neither as she, and she seems to be doing well enough to pass. She's enjoying herself, at the very least.

This place is already getting to me, you think as you slowly bend down on your knees. Your friend is too lost in what she's doing to have any awareness of what you're trying to do, so this 'performance' is going to have to be something of a duet. Taking in a bracing breath, you back yourself up and lean further forward. Like his cock, his balls are huge and virulent, though at least taken care of; as this seems to be the only part of his body not covered in thick hair. You're quite thankful for that as you extend your tongue out, and for the first time in your life, begin to give pleasure to another male.

The sensation isn't as terrible as you feared it would be, you realize after the first touch of skin to tongue. It's strange, certainly, but the only part that makes it gross is you thinking it's gross. If you let your mind shut off and just do it, it doesn't seem nearly so bad. That act, quieting your mind and just living in the moment was always so hard back home, but it seems far more natural and even pleasing in this world. As you go, you get yourself more worked up, wrapping your lips around one of his balls and tug on it, making circular motions with your tongue. By this point you've completely forgotten why you were so against the idea. Sure, the dean, whatever his name is, is not especially attractive or stimulating by your eyes, but to do something like this, he doesn't particularly have to be. Female bards who take a stranger to bed for coin can't be expected to be attracted to each of their 'clients'. Just commit to doing the best that you can.

It was in that spirit that you lost yourself, closing your eyes as you move upwards and take your turn to suck on the cock properly. That Tyrlo wasn't there doing it anymore hadn't factored into your mind just yet. That didn't dawn on you until your lips were already around his cock, when you suddenly found that beneath you, Tyrlo had wrapped her lips around yours. It pulls you out of your haze for a moment to realize exactly what was going on, but it was a little too late. The dean's strong fingers were on the back of your head, pushing you down gently. It was a strange experience, especially as your jaw tried desperately to stretch wider for him, but still not terribly miserable, at least at first.

The pushing on the back of your head gets a little more intense and you start to have a serious panic attack; what if he's about to cum? You're not ready for _that _sensation, you're certain. As if reading your mind, he lets go and pulls back.

"Okay, that's plenty for now elf."

"Wait, what does that mean?" You ask, confused as to the sudden change.

"It means you're in. Welcome to the college"

"You mean, I did a good job?"

"Well, for that being your first time, I suppose. You were willing to try something entirely different than what you're used to and make the best of it, and do your best to please your audience. You have the attitude of a bard, we just need to show you how to do the job well."

"But, you're not done, are you?"

The dean chuckles "Oh, don't you worry about that. I only cum when I want to. You'll learn more about that later. For now, let me show you to the dorms..."