Wait

Mistress wouldn’t want me to leave. My schedule says to go to A-1 and wait. I should stay.

“I think I’ll just stay.”

Ben nods. “If the teacher shows, just let her I went for a quick smoke and that I’ve been here the whole time, okay?”

“Yeah, sure.” I answer.

Ben takes off, his addiction dragging him out of the room. Kevin lays down on the floor and I follow suit. My eyes drift from one poster to the next. Each of the posters depict massive cocked futa models. I wish Mistress and Momma were futa, I could just stay with them forever.

The door opens and a futa walks in. Against her black hair, her ivory skin practically glows. Her hair reaches down to her heels, tied in sections with a gold cap at the bottom. The liquid fire in her amber eyes lifts me off the floor and I bow down in front of her.

Kevin scrambles to his feet and then kneels. To my absolute dismay she moves to him first. She places her foot in front of him.

On golden six-inch stilettos, her feet are wonderfully exposed, meaning she has magnetic implants, marking her as either a military officers or fucking royalty.

I **** my head to stay down despite my **** need to look upon her face.

Kevin kisses her foot once and she pulls her foot back. “Stay.” Her word is solid like iron.

Kevin stays where he is with his head down. He licks his lips like a dog licking peanut butter.

She steps in front of me and the famous scent of the Empresses family washes over me, citrus and soft wood. _Oh, shit she’s a fucking royal. _Her toenails are painted black with red calligraphy. Her feet look perfect. Veined porcelain.

Whoever this futa is, she’s special, she’s far more than just a teacher. I have to get this right. I can’t let Mistress down, or Momma.

I quickly slip out of my clothes. My lips press against her skin and my brain nearly melts. I have never tasted a fruit so succulent as this futa’s skin. I should back away. I should fucking peel my unworthy lips from her foot. I let my tongue slide up her arch all the way to her instep. I go back to her toes and kiss, followed by a lick over to her ankle.

“Continue.” There’s an amusement in her voice, like she’s pleased that I’m trying but I don’t have it in me to succeed. I’ve heard from so many women before. But that imperious steel in her voice is something I’ve never heard in person.

I trail my tongue up her leg, moving behind her before I get to the lump of her calf muscle. Holy shit she’s fucking ripped. I give her brick of a calf a kiss then travel up. Her thigh looks like steel pipes rippling next to each other. I look up to her plump ass cheeks. The crease between her cheek and thigh is deep. I bury my nose into the crevice since the video said my hands were to only be used to either balance myself or to massage if told to do so. My clit strains against its cage and my ass tries to swallow the plug as the intoxicating scent rolls through my nose. Her musk is to die for. Images of killing Kevin flash through my mind as I lick the damp from her cheek. I would. I would kill him just to smell this goddess.

I lick the other cheek and then my own lips as I ready for her ass. Maybe being a toilet wouldn’t be so bad. As long as it’s her.

“Continue.”

The order breaks my heart, but I quickly move to her rips. On her left side she has some scrawling text written on her ribs. I pick out a few words from different spots, love, cock, power. Maybe one day I’ll be able to read it.

My world crashes when I can’t reach her armpit. Even on my tip-toes, and my hands lightly grabbing her hard muscled, body. _Fuck! What do I do? That was never covered! She only said if the body part is obscured, but she’s holding her arm up, fucking waiting for me! _I look up to her face. Her jaw his hard and a scar runs along her high cheek bone. _Maybe she’s an officer, maybe she’s not royal. Royals would just get that fixed. _Her amber eyes transfix me. She’s going to suck my fucking soul out with those eyes.

I have to do something. Mistress would want me to do something. But what? My eyes dart around but there’s not much in the room that I could bring to her. The chair but it’s not mine to touch. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Kevin!

I dash to Kevin and grab him by his arm, his neck, his ear, anything I can get my hands on and pull him across the floor with strength I’ve never possessed in my life. He’s not very large in the grand scheme of things, but I’d be lucky to push my bed over a foot even though it’s on wheels. I bring him over to her and push him back down into his hands and knees, step up on him and lick the sweet nectar of a flower. Holy fuck this woman is a fucking aphrodisiac! Every pore of her skin leaks sex and power.

She laughs that same melodic sound like Mistress. Like chimes playing in the wind. “Continue.”

I step off of Kevin’s back earning me a grunt of frustration from the guy. I’m careful not to look at what I imagine will be a massive cock. If she has magnetics, she’s probably had cock injections. My hand slides along her rippling abs. At least an eight pack, I don’t dare look or reach down to see how many more she has below. I nuzzle my nose into her under boob, licking the sweet damp skin.

“Continue.”

I lower to my heels and look up at her. Those amber eyes melt me. Her hands gently touch the sides of my face as she bends down. Her full, pale lips purse as she leans in. When her lips touch mine, ecstasy shoots through my veins and I cum in my cage. My ass sucks on the plug like a pacifier.

She stands straight and gives me a sly smile. “I want you to use only your nose. Smell only. Continue.”

Looking down, I see a fucking sleeping giant. At the top, an un unruly, black bush glistens, inviting me in. Below, easily over a foot long, her flaccid cock lays over grapefruit sized balls. It’s as thick as my bicep and white as snow. Her massive sack is covered with curly damp hair.

I drop to my knees and nearly kiss her thighs like the video instructed but thank fucking god I remember what she said after having my damn mind blown by her amazing package. I rub my nose on each thigh, just to make sure she knows I remembered. I dig my nose into her balls and resist pressing my whole face into the hot, musky orbs. It’s all just so inviting.

_Is this what a fly feels when entering a Venus Flytrap? _Fuck, I’ll die like this. If she closed her gorilla thighs on my head, I wouldn’t stand a chance. I’d tell everyone on the other side I went out better than any other.

But that wouldn’t be true, would it? As I slide up to sniff her cock that has a decidedly different scent, I realize that anyone who could claim they died while riding this monster would have me beat. I need this thing in me.

I run my nose along the limp shaft, taking in its wonderful scent. I can smell her under the more powerful scent. As I go back up, I realize the sweet smell stops just over half way up her shaft. _Is this what pussy smells like? _Without the sweet coating, her musk over powers my senses as I move my nose into her wet bush. My lips quiver with the effort of keeping my mouth closed. If only I could live in this garden.

“Good.”

She strokes my head and I reluctantly back away.

“Even with such little experience, you do so well.” She looks me over, those amber eyes weighing and judging me, my worth. “I suppose we’ll see if you have what it takes to be a true ****. I’m here to test you, to see if you truly belong in the Alpha program.”

Her eyes flash, not in a metaphorical sense, they literally light up for a moment. Oh fuck. She has cybernetics.