Icarian Dreams

The praise from the librarian’s lips did make her guilt a bit more manageable, and even brought out a small smile from Anpu as their hands touched. The Anubis had to stop herself from reaching after the librarian as he took the amulet, for some reason feeling the intense desire to hold onto him, in search of… solace, perhaps? But she retreated her hand, cupping it in her other, nodding along to his words… until his last sentence. She opened out her mouth, then closed it again without producing a sound, taken completely by surprise, whether by the fact that, for the first time, he acknowledged how she’s been addressing him, or simply by the way he spoke it, but either way leaving her completely flabbergasted, with a wide, gratified smile on her face, which she tried to hide, lowering her head towards the book while she calmed herself. “T-Thank you, Master~!” she responded after a longer second, after he already took a few steps towards the bookshelves, not even trying to protest that what she proposed was more of a temporary workaround rather than an actual solution. Then, with a single look, he made her melt. She felt… exposed, mostly, feeling his eyes dig into her, she couldn’t help but realize how little really covered her body right now, the thin shirt making her lack of a bra quite clear, while her legs were completely exposed, only a pair of plain panties covering her privates. But it also felt strangely exhilarating – not as much the fact that she was exposed, but that she was exposed before him, and that he clearly desired her… She hasn’t moved an inch when he returned, still standing in front of his desk with a deep blush on her face, eyeing him with embarrassment. “Master… um…” she stuttered, for a moment struggling to phrase what she was about to say. "If there's... anything.. I can help with... just let me know..."

„Hmm?” Anpu raised her head from the book. “Oh! No, sorry, Master, I didn’t mean it like that-“ she was quick to react, her tail coiling in embarrassment as she realized that her comment must have sounded dismissive or otherwise somewhat disrespectful. As the librarian moved away, she did, though, putting her focus back into research proved a bit easier than before, though she couldn’t help but give him an occasional glance or two, blushing slightly every time she did so. His voice brought her attention away from the books and back to him for a moment longer, as the amulet rolled up to her, seemingly covered with a pale mist on the inside. Anpu frowned. Maybe he was onto something – the amulet was frankly the only unknown in this equation, so if it didn’t work as intended, maybe… She caught herself staring silently at the piece of jewelry for a bit too long before she realized he asked her a question. “Umm… No, I don’t think it was…” she agreed in a slightly absent-minded tone, taking the amulet into her paws, the liquid inside shifting as she turned it in her fingers. “If… that’s the culprit, I… I’m still not really sure what to do…” She fidgeted nervously, thinking intensely, her gaze shifting to the side, back to the sigil, before she realized, her ears perking up in excitement. “Actually… if we just carry it away from the symbol, it should stop the enchantment from working either way! A-and then I could then try finding out more about… Or we could just use other source…” As her words went on, her ears flopped back down, a wave of guilt running through her. Not only did she practically steal the amulet in the first place, she also ended up risking both of them by using it in a spell while she knew very little about it...

Anpu’s furred fingers brought the spellbook closer to the sigil, turning a few pages to find the drawing she copied onto the desk, her eyes scanning the marking to try and spot any immediate flaws. What would cause the curse to react this way? Her gaze started going back and forth between the diagram and the sigil, her finger tracing lines on the paper as she scanned for differences, only for the symbols to shift away from her gaze, the frustration of not seeing the solution making it even harder to actually find one. She glanced back at Troy, blushing nervously as she noted where his gaze was, inappropriate images starting to appear in her mind. She swallowed, trying her best to focus back on her study. …What if the issue was with the incantation? But… how would I even know? She looked towards the Ancient incantation, the lines of text blurring before her eyes, her thoughts lingering in other places. She looked at the letters blankly. Ugh. It… sounded right though. And Master repeated it multiple times, I would have noticed if something was wrong… Her gaze turned back towards the symbol. It… looked rather right too. They used the right materials, the energy was channeled correctly… And yet, it was as if the glyph was doing the exact opposite of what it was supposed to… It must have been something small, something she missed, like a minus, in a math equation, completely changing the result… She just needed to find it… with him being so close... "Master, I… It just… might take a moment..” she mumbled informatively, shifting her notes back to page one, trying to bring herself to analyze the text once more.

I'm not opposed to being the "backup judge" for the fights involving players who would otherwise be the judges, but that still leaves one spot in case such players are set against each other. I also need to finally create that another teacher character of mine

She flushed even further in turn, as his @Thatannoyinggod gaze went from the ceiling – to her face – and finally to her exposed panties, before turning away towards the sigil, giving her a moment to try and fruitlessly pull the skirt up, only for the material to loosely fall back onto the floor. “…F-fuck…” she breathed quietly, coiling her legs closer to herself in an attempt to cover her indecency, in the heat of the moment lost, unsure what to do. She looked to the sides, trying to find something to perhaps cover herself with, but caught sight of Troy gesturing back towards her with an offer to help. Anpu couldn’t help but feel her body, too, warm up with arousal at the sight of his reddened face, the circumstances bringing to mind the very same chain of events that the librarian’s thoughts turned towards. „Oh- Umm… May-be…safer…not..?” she uttered between her shaky breaths, pinning her gaze to the book spines on a neighboring shelf, trying to ignore the sudden rush of heat in her loins, simultaneously grasping onto the side of the shelf in a frantic attempt to pull herself up. She squealed, as the legs from a nearby chair suddenly shot forward, bringing the construction down, and cowered back down for a second, pulling herself in close to the bookcase, breathing heavily into the wooden side, afraid to pull away into what felt like almost an invisible storm thrashing through the room. “This is fine-…this-is…completely…fine…” she muttered, despite all available evidence proving directly otherwise, and, in a surge of confidence, pushed herself away, kicking the skirt off her ankles as she rushed past the librarian, desperately stumbling towards his desk. “I-I can fix this-“ she tried to assure, directing these words to herself as much as she did to the librarian while she leaned over the sigil, with her hand desperately searching for the nearby notes, partly fearing that they may spontaneously combust all out of a sudden. Her eyes glazed over the arcane symbol, the knowledge of how exposed her backside was making it near-impossible to focus for longer than a few seconds on the markings in front of her.

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She grinned at his proposal. „Hah, maybe sometimes, Duke. You oughta give me some time to recover~” she chuckled, clearly amused. Her body was slowly coming back to shape already, slowly going through all the additional… material he provided, but she didn’t imagine she’d be trying something of similar intensity that soon after today. She raised her eyebrow at his following statement, the streak of emerald returning to her cheeks. “Oh~? Well, I hope they enjoyed themselves.” She smiled mischievously.

Lucy rested on the desk for a longer while after he was done, still not quite feeling in strength to move, the gap between her legs surely needing a while to mend. Her hand shifted downwards, covering the dripping entrance from letting out any more of his juices, and stayed like that for the following half a minute, slowly letting her body heal itself, and seal his seed inside. That would have to take a solid moment to digest. She glanced downwards, not quite getting his comment until she saw the mess they made, blushing heavily at the sight of the cum-stained apparel. “…Oh.” She simply reacted, crouching down to pull the material up, shivering slightly as the wet, sticky fabric made contact with her sweaty skin. It would not be easy to hide the stains ridding the material… It was going to be a very quick and very awkward road to her dorm room. Pulling her shirt back down to cover her breasts and the clearly sperm-filled belly, she waddled awkwardly to her desk, the feeling of constant fullness still taking some getting used-to. Her gaze went to Duke as she sat down, hiding most of her body behind the desktop. “Ahh…” she sighed. “So that… wasn’t half-bad…” she admitted, a corner of her mouth rising in a smirk of her own. "I need to consider getting to detention more often~" she teased, sending him a playful wink.

It wasn’t long until the second round finished, Lucy by this point only nodding to his warning… or rather promise, as she didn’t feel she had much choice in the matter… not that she complained. Whatever audience they had, she was completely oblivious to, by this point hardly bothered to even think of it, having to focus on the last few thrusts that he made into her body, before slowing down once more, over the course of the following minute filling her with even more of his silvery liquid, which she hardly thought was even possible. She moaned, intensely feeling the weight in her body, this time, a decent amount of his sperm streaming out of her as he pulled out, her slimy body unable to hold all of it inside. She rested the side of her head on the desktop, taking a deep breath, his cum running down her thighs and dripping into her discarded pants under her feet. “Fuuuck… How do you keep~nghh~pumping so much…” she queried, moving one of her arms to her full belly, feeling up its now visibly convex shape.

With each firm smack onto the side of her round ass cheek, Lucy yelped slightly, her entire body vibrating under the impact. He was becoming increasingly more savage, and as he did, the slime-girl’s backside was taking an increasingly darker shade, her goo reactively growing more dense under his rough strikes. She tried to rise herself up to look back at Duke, but the repeated pounding at her womb made that practically impossible, the force of the thrusts pushing her constantly forward, and the sheer length of his tool keeping much of her body straightened up. She fell back onto the table, resting her arms in front of her, letting him do with her as he pleased.

She trembled with the last spasm of her high as she felt him shiver in his own, leaning over her, pushing all the way into her body. She breathed heavily, pushing herself upwards on the table, as he shot his seed into her heated form, her expression slowly turning to disbelief as he kept going… her belly puffing up as he pumped load after load into her, the silvery strings, visible through her translucent skin, slowly turning into a small puddle… then a larger one… slowly sloshing through her body, not a drop wasted. She moaned softly, feeling almost heavy from all the hot, dense liquid that he filled her with, but her groan turned into a yelp of surprise as he unceremoniously turned her around, pushing her face-first back into the table, his cock once again thrusting straight into her pussy, his constitution proving seemingly unceasing. She didn’t know when she even let him take so much control over her, but it was hard to deny that she was loving it, used and abused as he saw fit, filled with his seed to the brim... Though she was slowly beginning to doubt how long she could even keep up with his stamina…

She breathed out as he grasped her breast, even the mere touch making her entire body shiver in glee. She couldn’t get enough of his touch, his fingers digging into her flesh, playing with her body. “Ah- Haaa-“ she somewhat accepted his warning, in fact seeming rather eager at the prospect of getting filled with his seed – though the expression of incomprehensible pleasure on her face made it difficult to believe she could protest even if she wanted to. By this point, the sensation between her legs was impossible to ignore, each of his thrusts edging her closer and closer to the desired high. ”~HAAAaah~!” forgetting her worries from seconds ago, she exclaimed her pleasure loudly, her body trembling in yet another thunderous orgasm, the vibrations and tension of her body likely making it even more pleasurable to the man who made her feel this way. She dug her fingers back into the desk beneath her, the furniture shifting a bit with her as the surges of pleasure shook through her form.

„Ohh..F-fuUuUck…” she moaned, feeling practically split in two by the enormous length buried in her body. This detention had been so far certainly much more interesting than she first expected it to be. As another loud sound of pleasure escaped her lips, she gasped slightly, by the corner of her eye catching some motion behind the door’s window. She stifled her moans, as difficult as it was, her rapid panting still clearly audible in the spacious classroom, the realization of how exposed they were only now really hitting her. All it would take was a single glance from anyone outside to see how thoroughly and utterly ravaged she was getting. She shook slightly under the mere anxiety and thrill of that idea. She had only just came, but the sensation of the constant stimulation that his rough, rapid movements subjected her unto was more than enough for the wave of heat to once again begin to build up within her body, her insides tightening around his massive rod, deeply craving the second climax to come.

Seeing him stand up and feeling the grasp around her hips, it wasn’t hard to guess what Duke had left in store. Lucy inhaled deeply, holding her breath, and let her pants fall completely to the ground, before coiling her legs up, pulling her knees to her chest with her hands holding by the side of her thighs, presenting the emerald pussy, and the cute little asshole below it. “Nghh~Ahh~Fuck~!” a chain of moans resonated in the air as Duke’s member pressed against her wet folds, spreading them with ease, the monstrous cock filling up her insides, smoothly sliding with every thrust, helped by the natural lubrication her juices provided. “AAahh~” He was barely even halfway in, when she felt him press against the end of her passage, the elastic slime that covered her goo bending under his first thrust, and just breaking under the following, filling Lucy with a weird mixture of pleasure and pain as he forced his way deep into her body, with every push spreading the slime that desperately tried to fill up the empty space left by his member. “F-fuck~ D-duke~” Lucy’s entire body slid up and down the table, her breasts bouncing wildly at the rapid motions, her breath rapid and ragged. “I~ You- Fuck…” she tried to say something, but words eluded her, unable to focus on anything other than the sensation of being frantically filled and ravaged by the massive cock.

"I-I'm~ YESS~!" she moaned loudly, her head pressing deep into the wooden desk as her hips jerked forward, his tongue teasing the edges of her pussy becoming the last straw to push her over the edge. Her body tensed, waves of glee and pleasure running through her body, sending shivers through her limbs. Warm, thick wave of residue soaked Duke's fingers, running down her pussy, and onto the man's tongue, betraying the same sweet taste that her saliva had. "Nnnghh..." She breathed out, and panted heavily, taking a moment to gather herself before relaxing her legs, letting him move away. "...fuck, Duke, that was good..." she informed between her breaths, glancing at him from half-opened eyelids.

As she felt him being to move away, Lucy instinctively clutched her legs around Duke's head, desperate for the stimulation that his tongue provided. She didn't have to wait long thought, as the wet sensation that he teased her with previously quickly got replaced with a pair of fingers that he quickly slipped inside of her pussy, filling the emptiness and satiating her desire - and allowing him to reach even further than before. "MMmmH~!" She bit onto her finger, shivering as he suddenly pushed deep into her, starting to make it difficult not to oblige the request he worded as he picked up the speed, without any constraints finger-fucking her hole. "F-Fuck~" slipped her lips, as she felt the heat begin to build up in her groin, with each following second and motion, threatening to bring her to a powerful, ecstatic finish. "...I...I think I am...~going to-" Her words barely made it through her trembling lips, each thrust of his fingers pushing her closer and closer...

She squealed in delight as his tongue pushed deeper, thrusting through the first of many thin layers of soft, delicate slime within her pussy, the stimulation, and eventual tearing of which, always caused her so much pleasure, making the first moments of every intimate encounter usually almost as enjoyable as the very climax of the act, especially if the layers were torn all at once, or causing her to tremble in singular bursts of immense pleasure if played with one-by-one, just like he did just now. Her fingers tightened around the dark bud of her own nipple, squeezing it tightly, and causing yet another moan to follow the first one, resonating loudly in the air. She blushed slightly, and covered her mouth with her hand, realizing that anyone passing through the corridor outside would most likely have no trouble hearing her lewd exclamations, and dug her lips into her finger, as yet another motion of Duke’s tongue shook through her body, pushing a stifled breath out of her lips.

A vivid emerald streak flushed over Lucy's cheeks at his comment, as she had to stop herself from trying to come up with an excuse for the lack of her undergarments. Truth be told, it was simply more comfortable this way, especially since underwear tended to get in the way whenever she shifted forms. Well, any clothing did, to be frank, but she needed to maintain some decency at least. She grasped onto the edge of the table, ready for him to make the push and enter her, but instead, her eyebrow rose, as he lowered himself in front of her, positioning himself right between her legs. "Wha- AHhh~!" she gasped loudly, her thighs trembling and instinctively tightening around his head as his tongue dug into her, pressing against the soft sheets of sensitive goo that layered her private parts, before painstakingly rubbing it up and down, sending shivers through her body with each subsequent motion. She let herself fall completely onto the desktop, closing her eyes as she focused on the sensation between her legs, panting in pleasure. One of her hands slid up her body, cupping her breast for a moment, before grasping at a nipple, taking it between her fingers, squeezing and pulling onto it as he pleasured her, beads of gooey sweat starting to appear on her slick, bright skin.

She reluctantly drew her hand back, letting him free his head from her clutches, and let it fall gently onto his shoulder, with a soft caress of her fingers, tracing the shape of his muscles under his skin as she listened to him tease back. She glanced down as he undid his flier, and her jaw dropped ever so slightly as she saw the practically inhuman length flop out, pointing at her with anticipation. “O…Oh..” she mouthed, stunned, almost unconsciously wrapping her hand around the girth, almost as if to check whether it was even real. Her gaze went up to meet Duke’s, looking at him, unsure how exactly to react to this display. She wasn’t sure how much of this was a... benefit of his race, but the nature has certainly been rather kind to him... Slowly, almost anxiously, she pushed herself further back on the table, grasping onto his arm to hold her balance as she moved her own pants down, with a little hesitance revealing the sweet, dark lips of her pussy. She bit her lip. She wasn't quite prepared for him to be, well, this large, but she definitely wasn't going to back away now, after he got her so hot and bothered...

She allowed him to get a bit more adventurous, spreading her legs slightly to allow him a better access to her crotch, while firmly keeping his mouth pressed against her chest, not wanting the lovely attention of his lips to pass. Her breathing quickened as his hand lowered to her pussy, his fingers surprisingly dexterous in their motions, with little difficulty finding their way between her lower lips, drawing another moan from the slime-girl's slightly parted mouth. Not wanting to keep his motions unanswered, her hand, too, lowered between his legs, her fingers deftly wrapping around the sizeable bulge in his pants, feeling his length throb under her hand as she rubbed it through the material. "...Nngh...Someone's...being eager...hmm?" she teased through her ragged breath, gently running her fingers up and down his erection.

Lucy smirked through the kiss, feeling his hands tug eagerly on the material of her shirt, pulling it up her chest, exposing the lovely bosom to his eager gaze. “Mhhmm…” she murmured, caressing the side of his neck as he removed his lips from hers, commenting on her indecency. “…very naughty~” she agreed lustfully, moving one of her hands back, rubbing the side of her chest invitingly. As she noticed his intentions, the slime-girl moved her other hand round Duke’s head, pushing his face into her chest and leaning back on the desk in a soft moan of pleasure, as she felt his lips wrap around the sensitive slime of her perky emerald nipples. Her breasts bounced and bent under the pressure of his mouth. “Ahh… I wouldn't have wanted to miss on this~” She smiled at him in pleasure, letting her legs hook slightly around the sides of his waist, keeping him close in her embrace as she kept on enjoying the rough but highly pleasurable treatment.

She gasped as he picked her up, not quite expecting him to go along with her dare, but pleasantly surprised when he did. The place he picked was practically asking for someone to walk in on them – or even simply look from the hallway in their general direction, and while Lucy knew it was at her prompt, she found herself blushing nevertheless at the audacity of this decision. An expecting smile adorned her lips as he laid her down, one of her arms already wrapping around his neck to keep herself stable on the desktop. She met his eyes with her own, shining with excitement and arousal, and raised her head, leaning slightly into the kiss, meeting his mouth with hers, and letting him taste the sweet saliva on her tongue and lips. "Mmm... Last I checked they weren't giving rewards for being naughty..." She purred softly, and dove back into the kiss, feeling his hands explore her body, groping her through the material of her pants. She responded with a motion of her own, pressing a hand against his chest, enjoying the shape of his muscles for a while, but quickly turning towards the line of buttons keeping it covered, skillfully beginning to undo them as they made out.

Lamp panted heavily, her chest pulsating deeply under Linden’s mouth every time she took a breath, without as much as a moment of rest, pumping the sweet white nectar onto his tongue. She gasped when he finally broke the contact, leaving her nipple sore from use, still dripping a few drops onto the ground below. It took her a moment to register that the barely conscious visage in the crystal in front of her – eyes half-open in a nearly unconscious stare, lips parted, with her tongue out, hanging loosely, cum and saliva dripping and trailing from every possible orifice, was indeed her own, and the realization caused even her to redden in her cheeks at the absolutely indecent display. She yelped as the vines began to move, in a retreating motion, almost painfully rubbing against her oversensitive lower lips, and yelped again as they spread her legs to the limits of their flexibility, pushing them apart and leaving little to imagination of the changeling before her. “Aaa~nngh~” she moaned, throwing her head back as his cock pressed against her vulva, only reminding her how much she still needed his presence inside of her. A ragged whimper of frustration escaped her lips as she felt him deny it yet again, sending shocks through her body as he rubbed up against her swollen lips, patiently keeping himself from pushing into her. “Hhh…?” Her breath grew even heavier, the command in his words surprising her perhaps less than it should. She opened her mouth, coughing a few times as she struggled to utter a word through her sore, sticky throat, the sound whizzing for the couple first times before she finally managed to find it. “P-hah… Pleaaase… AaAaahh~” The sensation of his lips around her neck forced her to cut short and regain her breath before she picked back up again. “…Please…breed…me….fill me with- with your seed… I- ngh…p-please…“

Lucy nodded in understanding, not really feeling like digging into his family matters. “Well, I think you’re overreacting,” she decided firmly. “It’s not that bad. It’s a different life. New experiences, new culture, new people…” She winked at him once again. “Just think of that – anything else is just an addition…” Her gaze followed his movements, smiling as he moved closer, and let out a low, almost purr-like sound as he caressed her thigh, letting him know that she didn’t really mind his boldness. His words brought a mischievous expression onto her face. "Come on, you really wanna waste time closing the door now?" she teased, raising her hand to push some hair off his face. "It's not fun when there's no stakes." She grinned, giving his cheek a soft caress.

“Touchy subject, huh?” Lucy’s eyebrow twitched, not quite expecting the sudden outburst – nor understanding the reasoning behind his words. “Why come here in the first place then?” she queried, her fingers once again seeking out her faithful pen, trying to find something to keep her hands busy. “If you’re so… independent.” She couldn’t help but put on a bit of a mocking tone, finding his attitude rather childish. Using up the space he made getting up from his chair, Lucy pushed her desk further forward, and unceremoniously crossed her legs right on top of it. Couldn’t hurt to get a bit more comfortable if the teacher was away. “’Love’? What next, gonna call me dalin’?” She smiled cheekily. “Frankly? Not even sure at this point. Guess someone didn’t like my music~” She shrugged, leaving the part that she was playing it way after curfew out of the conversation.