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Deciding to wind up my toy further, I tucked my hands into my pockets, making sure to nail anyone who looked up from their textbook with a stay-silent-and-mind-your-business glare, and vaulted up the stairs to Miko’s secluded seat at the back of the class.
My purr rumbled to life, gaining strength as the proximity decreased between Miko and I. Squatting beside her desk, I asked, “Ms. Gowdie, have you finished the required reading?”
She glared at me, but the effect was utterly ruined by her flushed countenance and, frankly, horny scent. “I’ve almost finished,” Miko grumbled.
I tsked, shaking my head. “Not yet you haven’t.”
Her upper lip rose, causing the light shining onto her medusa and lip piercings to glimmer attractively. “Fuck you.”
“In due time, Lass.”
Miko crossed her arms, causing the deep V neckline of her dress to reveal far more of her tits than she probably realized. “I can’t finish the chapters if you keep hovering.”
I tilted my head and turned her scrumptious grouchy face toward me with two fingertips. Her lust bludgeoned me with the movement so hard I almost choked on my tongue. Gods, it begs me to throw her to the hard floor and rut into her over and over again until she comes screaming my name.
I chuckled darkly to myself. “I learned something interesting over the years living on this campus. Do you want to know what I find particularly titillating?”
Miko sighed. “No.”
I chortled, sitting on the edge of her desk. “I’ll tell you anyway. Humans are a curious species with a decent range of kinkery, but nothing like monsters, faye, or any other magic adjacent creature. Huff told me he saw some unhinged shite at a mutual ghost friend’s annual orgy,” I paused dramatically, “let’s just say he informed me that Captain Hook is one depraved bastard.”
“Are you going to get to the point soon? I’m trying to read,” she grumbled, glaring at me over her glasses. “This class is utterly pointless with you in charge but I least the textbook has useful information.”
I blinked at her and continued. “Professor student fantasies are a widely popular kink with the humans.
“You’re a TA, not a professor.”
“There are so many scenes you and I could act out. Just think of the possibilities,” I insisted, discarding her unhelpful comment and staring into space as I pictured a fictitious Miko writhe beneath me. She just stared at me blankly, adjusting her glasses, eyebrow arching. “It appears you're in need of a demonstration.”
Miko’s eyes rounded and her mouth parted in a silent O. I bit my fist and groaned, unable to stop visualizing those pink lips circling certain parts of me. I remained ever mindful that only she could see appreciate the effect of my full grotesque form looming over her…but that didn’t mean I had to remind her.
My stare raked over her, folding my arms, and she dutifully traced my flexing biceps with her hooded gaze, tongue poking out from her oh so fuckable mouth to lick her lips as I slipped my tail beneath the hem of her dark plum dress, then darted the tip to the apex of her thighs.
Reading her body language, I anticipated her reaction, slapping a hand over her mouth and nose. Still, I couldn’t have possibly foreseen the slick, wet heat swallowing my tail tip as if it were my cockhead and the subsequent startled carnal moan emitted from my throat. Miko, somehow thinking clearer than I was, released a puff of air suspiciously akin to a giggle, then hastily grabbed a horn and smothered my erotic exclamation into her shoulder.
I winked, hand flashing to trap her chin between my first finger of three and thumb, long fingers splayed past the length of her jaw bones and claws barely pricking her soft skin. “Mmm, I know just what to do with cock-hungry dirty little sluts like you,” I whispered into her ear. Placing the lightest of kisses to her lips, I forced her jaw closed with my hold on her chin, then swiped my tongue from the flushed skin meeting the top edge of my hand to her hairline.
“This.”
Miko attempted to jerk backward to no avail. No, she wasn’t escaping my game until I allowed it. I willed my tail to slap her exposed, swollen skin beneath her fetching dress, ensuring the resulting sting spanned from the bottom of her drenched opening to her clit. Instinctual anger rolled from her in waves as she whined so, so godsdamn prettily and dug her nails into my rigid forearm resting on the desk.
Abstractly, I wondered if she enjoyed the textured sensation of my smooth, short fur as I moved to stand in front of her desk, blocking out the room.
No one will witness her pleasure but me.
My focus returned to my prey. “Why aren’t you wearing any panties?”
She panted through gritted teeth, periwinkle eyes stabbing me with poisoned fury. “Not that it’s any of your business,” she ground out, a perfect blend of angsty grumpitude I couldn’t get enough tainting the words, “but I don’t wear them all that often.” Miko fluttered her lashes at me and grinned.
“Brat,” I scolded.
“Prick.” She breathed in a quick, ragged breath. “No, better yet, dickhead.”
My chest hummed with delight, that thread connecting us thrumming right alongside it and irritation scratched over my skin.
I never liked the insult ‘dickhead’. Mason doesn’t need to facilitate active thought. Frankly, what can be expected of him? His poor head swells, burst, then deflates over and over, day in and day out. Of course, he’s an idiot with a single-track mind, his entire focus on the sole purpose of growing hard and the need to come.
“You wound me, Honeybee. Seriously, can’t you see I’m gushing my life’s essence all over the stairs?” I implored, emphasizing that one word just for her. “The humans will probably slip and break their weak necks. You’re smart enough to know they can’t be trusted to act with caution. I mean, look at the damn ‘wet floor’ signs strewn about wherever you lot walk. Whatever shall I do, eh?” She eyed the other students and my ears fixed on the quickening of her pulse. “Class dismissed.”
