Chapter 32 : Would You Do It Again?

Chapter 32: Chapter 32 : Would You Do It Again?

"Let me caress your fluffy ears and tail," Xavier said.

Felicia’s eyes widened. "What kind of demand is that? Nayn"

"You want to apologize or not?"

"Yes, yes—all right." It wasn’t a difficult request, but her tail especially was sensitive. Still, if it would settle the matter, she could endure it. "But not out here in the open. Nyan"

Xavier led her to the nearest unused classroom. He sat on a wide desk, spread his legs, and gestured for her to settle between them.

Felicia hesitated for a moment, then drew a steadying breath and moved forward. She placed her plump, soft ass in his lap, her long fluffy tail resting against him, her silky violet hair brushing his face. One of his hands immediately went to her head, fingers stroking through her hair and over her soft ears; the other closed around her tail.

Her body jerked.

"Don’t hold too tight—it’s sensitive, Nyan" she warned.

Xavier lightened his grip and began stroking the length of her tail in slow, deliberate passes, savoring the dense softness of her fur while his other hand continued petting her head. Her ears yielded under his palm.

A low, involuntary purrrr vibrated through her chest.

Felicia stared in disbelief at her own body.

"For someone who’s apologizing, you sure are enjoying this," Xavier remarked.

"That’s not true. I’m just waiting for it to end. Nyan"

"Oh really? Wasn’t that you purring just now?"

"That was involuntary. I didn’t mean it— Nyan!"

He stroked firmly at the sensitive base of her tail and rubbed a finger along the inner edge of her fluffy ear.

Purrrrrr

The sound came out even stronger. Her back arched, pressing her soft body into his. Her head tipped back against his chest so that her flushed face was fully visible to him.

"Did you mean this one?" Xavier asked.

She didn’t answer. Instead she closed her eyes and relaxed the remaining tension in her muscles.

If I can’t resist it... I might as well enjoy it, she thought, and surrendered to his hands.

"That’s enough for now," Xavier said suddenly. He stood, leaving her sitting alone on the desk.

"Wait—what do you mean ’enough’? I was just starting to enjoy it! Nyan" The words left her mouth before she could stop them. She clapped both hands over her lips in pure horror.

Xavier laughed. "I knew it. But don’t worry—this is nowhere near enough for an apology."

"What do you mean it wasn’t enough? Nyan"

"I’ll find you again soon. Be prepared. Next time it’ll be more intense."

Her cheeks burned. Her tail flicked restlessly; one hand rose almost unconsciously to rest against her full, heavy breasts.

"...Okay. If you say this isn’t enough, then I have no choice. Nyan" Her expression, however, betrayed clear anticipation.

"By the way—which dorm are you from?"

"Thornveil. Room 302... if you ever want to visit. To continue the apology, Nyan" she added, the blush deepening.

"I’ll remember that."

Xavier left the classroom and headed toward another lecture hall that was just emptying. Senior students filed out as he stepped inside. At the teacher’s podium stood the person he had come looking for.

"Xavier? What are you doing here?" Lilith asked, clearly surprised.

"I came to check on you. Are you all right now?"

He had felt guilty ever since leaving her the previous evening. Her exhaustion had been caused by him, after all.

"Yes, I’m fine. Thank you for asking." Lilith’s eyes flicked away to the papers on her desk. The truth was she still could not look at him directly.

Her memories of the previous day were hazy. She remembered the heat building while she acted as his tether, then nothing. When she woke she had found herself completely naked on her own sofa, her pussy still slick and wet with her own fluids. The wildest possibilities had flooded her mind. Did I lose control and assault my own student? The worry had been eating at her ever since. Now that he stood in front of her, she could no longer avoid the subject.

All the students had left, they were alone in the classroom. Lilith steeled herself.

"Can you tell me something?" she asked quietly. "What exactly happened after you returned from the sword realm?"

Xavier remembered her collapsing into his arms, the way he had stripped her wet clothes and dried her naked body with a towel, then covered her and left.

"I’m sorry about that, Professor. It was entirely my fault."

Lilith’s brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"The state your body was left in... that was because of me. I got too excited in there and stayed far longer than I should have. Your body couldn’t handle the strain. It’s my responsibility. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

Lilith’s mind raced. His words confirmed the conclusion she had already reached: instead of her assaulting him, he had become so aroused by her body that they had intense sex—so intense that she had fainted from the pleasure. Her body still remembered the afterglow even if her mind did not.

"You don’t need to apologize," she said softly. "It’s all right. But... can I ask one more thing?"

"Of course, Professor."

Lilith’s cheeks blushed. She forced herself to meet his eyes. "Did my body feel good to you?"

For a second Xavier was confused. Then he recalled how his hands had lingered while drying her soft tits and plump hips. Shame flickered through him, but she had asked directly, so he answered honestly.

"Yes, Professor. I’m sorry, but it did feel good. Soft and squishy... exactly the way I like it."

Lilith’s eyes brightened. "You don’t need to apologize. I already said it’s all right. But if you really want to make it up to me... then would you do it again? Exactly the same way."

She was certain now that he had liked having sex with her—that her body suited his tastes perfectly.

Xavier blinked. "I can do it again, of course... but I’m not sure why you would want me to."

He still thought she was talking about the towel.

Lilith’s voice dropped, embarrassed but resolute. "It’s a little shameful to admit to a student, but my husband hasn’t been... vigorous in years. It’s been a long time since I felt that good. Now that I know you like my body, you’re the only one I can ask. And it’s not as if I dislike you. You suit my tastes as well."

Xavier finally understood that a massive misunderstanding had happened here—yet the direction it was heading was far too interesting for him to correct it.

He stepped closer, took both of her hands, and leaned in until their faces were only a breath apart.

"Professor," he murmured, "why don’t you tell me everything about it?"