Chapter 33: Absorb Everything

Chapter 33: Chapter 33: Absorb Everything

"Why don’t you tell me everything about it?" Xavier said.

He had already realized Lilith had completely misunderstood the previous day, but he had no intention of correcting her. The direction this was heading suited him far too well.

Lilith’s hands melted in his grip as she began to speak.

"At first Woodburn was like any other man in his youth. After we confirmed our feelings for each other, the first few years were good. Then, quite suddenly, he lost all his vigor and stopped seeking me at night. We were already married by then. It’s been that way ever since."

Professor Woodburn—the instructor for diplomacy lectures—was Lilith’s husband. They had been married nearly fifteen years. For the last ten of those years the marriage had been entirely sexless.

"I tried everything I could think of to restore his drive. Nothing worked. We don’t hate each other, so we decided to stay married even without children... just in case the fire ever rekindled between us. I’ve been waiting patiently for that day. It never came. Instead, you did."

"It’s all right, Professor," Xavier said quietly. "Now that I’m here, you don’t need to worry about anything. Tell me exactly what you want me to do—and what you liked so much about it, about me?."

Lilith’s cheeks flushed deeper. "I liked... almost everything. The way you felt inside me. The way you moved. Everything."

She remembered none of it, of course. Embarrassment simply forced her to invent details that sounded plausible.

A slow smile spread across Xavier’s face. Exactly as I thought. She believes we had sex, and she liked it. There’s no reason to correct her—it only works in my favor. Her husband hasn’t touched her in years. How could I possibly walk away from a body like this?

"Of course, Professor. I feel the same," he said, lifting her chin with his fingers. "I loved everything about it—your soft curves, your erotic body, your hot lips."

He closed the remaining distance and claimed her mouth in a deep kiss. Lilith’s hands rose to the back of his head, holding him there as she returned it with equal vigor.

"I can’t wait to hold you again," Xavier murmured against her lips.

"I can’t wait either," she answered.

"But I have to go now or I’ll be late for my next lecture." He had already missed the previous day’s class; he could not afford to skip another, no matter how badly he wanted to fuck her right there on the desk. He forced himself to wait. One final, lingering kiss, and he stepped back, leaving the classroom.

He made his way to the Enchantments lecture hall. Melli was already waiting in the front row. The moment he sat beside her she closed the gap, pressing her soft, gelatinous tits against his arm.

"Hey," he greeted her, voice low and intimate.

"Hey," she replied in the same sweet tone.

Professor Grushka entered and began the lecture on enchantments. Xavier focused for a while, but the material quickly grew tedious. He glanced sideways. Melli looked just as bored. A mischievous impulse crossed his mind.

His hand slid onto her thick, juicy thigh and squeezed. Then it moved higher, slipping under the hem of her short skirt. His fingers brushed bare skin—no panties. They found the soft, plump outer lips of her pussy and stroked them lightly.

Melli’s lips curved into a naughty smile. She met his eyes and gave a tiny nod of permission.

Xavier’s fingers parted her wet folds and pushed into her tiny, squishy, tight hole, rubbing slowly inside her dripping pussy. Melli did not remain passive. Her hand dropped to his trousers, turned liquid, and slipped past the waistband and underpants until it reformed around his cock. Warm, slick slime closed over his thick shaft and began stroking him with deliberate, unhurried pulls.

His cock hardened rapidly, straining against the confined space of his pants while Melli’s slime-hand worked around his dick. At the same time his fingers continued their slow, deep thrusting inside her, and her juices began to flow freely. A growing puddle of her wetness formed on the floor beneath her seat. Fortunately the desks had solid fronts; Professor Grushka never noticed.

By the time the lecture ended Xavier’s face was flushed. It had taken every ounce of willpower not to cum in his pants. Melli, on the other hand, had already climaxed twice around his fingers, her tight pussy clenching hard.

"All right, students," Grushka announced. "That will be all for this week. Your assignment for next week is to prepare a small enchanted object. Even the simplest will do, so long as it functions as intended." she left the room.

"Stop teasing," Xavier growled under his breath. "I can’t hold back anymore."

"It’s fine," Melli whispered. "Go ahead and cum. My hand will absorb everything. You won’t wet your pants."

Xavier finally let go. His cock pulsed hard, shooting thick jets of hot cum. Melli’s hand swallowed every drop. He watched the white fluid travel visibly up her translucent blue arm and into her mouth. She parted her lips just enough for him to see the heavy load resting on her tongue, then swallowed it slowly, letting it slide down her throat and dissolve into her body.

When the last tremor faded she withdrew her hand from his trousers.

A few students still lingered in the room, chatting. Xavier and Melli locked eyes. Neither of them wanted to stop.

"Let’s go to my room," Melli said, standing.

Xavier followed without a word. They walked through the halls of Dawncrest Dorm—his first time inside. The architecture was striking, far more refined than Emberfell’s, but his attention stayed fixed on the thick, juicy cheeks of Melli’s ass and the way her heavy thighs slapped softly together with every step.

Boing Boing Boing

The moment the door of her luxurious private room closed behind them, Melli stripped completely. She pressed her naked, gelatinous body against him, opened her mouth, and offered her wet tongue in clear, desperate invitation.

Xavier crushed his lips to hers, licking into her mouth while he stripped his own shirt off with one hand. The other sank deep into the soft, squishy slimy flesh of her ass, fingers sinking into the yielding surface.

He shoved his trousers down. His cock sprang free—rock-hard, thick, veins bulging.

"You can change the shape of your body at will, right?" he asked, eyes locked on hers. Dirty ideas were already flooding his mind.

"There’s something I want to try."