107. A delicious lesson
107. A delicious lesson
Thiely’s room in the Dark wing had a charm that mixed Gothic elegance and unexpected comfort. The heavy curtains of purple velvet let pass only a crack of morning sunlight, tinging the environment of a discreet gold. On the table next to the bed, a tray fumegava: coffee, milk, cut fruits and crispy toast.
Pandora sat in the padded chair, her wings folded, watching Thiely as she served herself first. There was something charming to see her so carefree, still in a robe, dark hair falling in waves over her shoulders.
"Don’t you care if the others get jealous that you spend so much time with me, fairy?" asked Thiely, taking a toast to her lips. The mischievous smile that accompanied the question almost hid the seriousness in his eyes.
Pandora blew the coffee with milk before taking a sip, breathing in the warm aroma.
"They have to understand that I have more than one love and can not stay with all at the same time... although I wanted it" replied, letting slip a chuckle.
Thiely raised an eyebrow, satisfied with the answer, but did not let the subject die.
"But which one of us is your favorite?" he asked, leaning forward like someone looking for a secret.
Pandora turned the mug between her hands and looked at it over the edge.
"I don’t think I have a favorite."
"I know it’s me." Thiely bit the toast with theatricality. "Otherwise, why would you spend more time with me?"
Pandora’s laughter escaped high, breaking the tension of provocation.
"You are impossible, Thiely. Don’t let the others hear you saying that even in a joke, please. It was hard enough for them to accept you, and now they think I like you more would be a disaster."
"Is it not true?" Thiely leaned his chin in his hand, smiling maliciously.
"Thiely, Thiely... This way you drive me crazy!" Pandora shook her head, still laughing.
Thiely looked up at her and slipped his hand under the table, brushing the fairy’s knee.
"Do not want to admit, do not admit, my dear, but the actions speak for themselves."
The touch made Pandora hold the air for a moment, and she turned her eyes away, pretending to concentrate on spreading jam on toast. The heart beat fast, but she would not give victory to Thiely so easy.
Between bites and insinuating glances, the breakfast followed in a light atmosphere, but loaded with sweet tension, as if each sentence was a game and every gesture had hidden meaning.
When they finished eating, Thiely stood up first, leaving the tray aside.
"Shall we?" he asked, fitting the black and silver uniform of the Dark wing, which seemed tailor-made to highlight his confident posture.
Pandora stood up too, waving her wings before recollecting them again. She wore the uniform of the Academy, but there was always a different brightness, as if it were impossible to disguise the spark that made her be noticed in any crowd.
As they dressed in front of the mirror, Thiely leaned back, watching Pandora fasten her lilac hair with a delicate ribbon.
"It’s lucky for me that you agree to split your time. If I were mortal, I think I’d go crazy just thinking about sharing you."
Pandora smiled from the corner, without facing directly her reflection.
"Glad you’re not mortal, then."
Thiely laughed low and took his books. Pandora accompanied her, and together they left the room, the corridor lit by magic torches that swung even without wind. The routine of the campus was already beginning to come alive, footsteps and voices echoing in the distance.
As they walked side by side towards the first class, Pandora could not avoid the thought: however much she denied it, there was something in Thiely that pulled her in a different way from the others.
And Thiely, with that mischievous smile on his lips, seemed to know it very well.
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The History of Races class at Arkanum Academy was usually a dull affair, but today, Pandora's mind was elsewhere. Her thoughts drifted to her teacher, Raven, and the visions that had become all too familiar. Raven, with her pale skin and piercing red eyes, was a vision of gothic beauty, and Pandora found herself captivated by her dominance and seductive nature.
As the lecture droned on, Pandora's focus wavered. She felt a familiar tingle at the back of her neck, a sign that Raven was about to invade her mind once more. And there she was, a vision of pure temptation. Raven stood before her, clad only in a sheer black lingerie set, her long legs accentuated by fishnet stockings. Her whip, a symbol of her power, lay across her shoulder, and her mischievous smile promised a delicious torment.
"Ready for today's lesson, my dear student?" Raven's voice, a sultry whisper, echoed in Pandora's mind. The fairy's heart raced as Raven slowly crawled towards her, her movements calculated to entice. Pandora's breath caught in her throat as Raven stood, her eyes fixed on Pandora's chest. With a swift motion, Raven reached out, her fingers ghosting over Pandora's blouse, and with a flick of her wrist, the garment fell away, revealing Pandora's perfect breasts.
Raven's touch was electric, her fingers dancing across Pandora's sensitive skin, teasing and tormenting. Pandora's body responded instinctively, her nipples hardening, begging for more. Raven's eyes, a deep crimson, held Pandora's gaze as she leaned in, her breath warm against Pandora's neck. "You know you want this, don't you, my little fairy?" she purred.
Pandora's mind was in turmoil, her body yearning for Raven's touch, yet her rational mind fought to maintain control. But Raven was relentless, and with a subtle gesture, Pandora's panties fell to the floor, leaving her skirt a tantalizing barrier. Raven's lips curved into a victorious smile as she parted Pandora's legs, her tongue darting out to wet her lips, a promise of what was to come.
"I've been waiting to taste you, my sweet," Raven whispered, her voice like honey dripping down Pandora's spine. She lowered herself, her mouth inches from Pandora's core, and with a gentle nudge, she parted Pandora's folds, revealing the wetness within. Raven's tongue flicked out, a soft caress that sent shivers down Pandora's spine.
Pandora's moans threatened to escape, but she bit her lip, determined to maintain her composure. Raven's tongue, skilled and relentless, explored every inch of Pandora's intimate folds, her touch building pleasure with each pass. Pandora's hands fisted in her skirt, her legs trembling as the pleasure built, an irresistible force.
As Raven's mouth worked its magic, Pandora's body arched, her back bowing as the orgasm hit her like a wave. Her eyes rolled back, and a soft cry escaped her lips, a surrender to the pleasure. Raven, ever the dominant, continued her assault, her tongue relentless, bringing Pandora to the brink again and again.
The bell signaling the end of class rang, a jarring intrusion. Pandora's eyes snapped open, her body still trembling from the aftermath of her vision. Raven, sitting at her desk, feigned disinterest, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. Pandora's face flushed, her legs still tingling, and she quickly gathered her things, her heart pounding.
"Come on, Pandora, we don't want to be late," Persephone, Pandora's other girlfriend, said, oblivious to the erotic scene that had just played out in Pandora's mind. Pandora nodded, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and sensations, and followed Persephone out of the classroom, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.
Little did she know, Raven's mind seduction was far from over, and the vampire fairy had only just begun to unleash her seductive powers on her eager student.