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Sandra knew as well as anyone else that the whole world was now the domain of unholy creatures. But very few things were always, uniformly true of "the whole world", to the same degree, all the time. The world didn't have the same weather everywhere, or the same flora or fauna. The same was true of the new 'landlords'. The entire planet may have been their property, after the short but very decisive Werewolf Demon Blood War, but that didn't mean there was an even spread in every area across the globe.

Creatures like that did what they felt like. Seemed like they mostly felt like fucking.

Sandra had spent the summer months helping her elderly aunt, in a remote town where the average citizen was much closer to her parents' age than her own. They had all heard about the outcome of the war, of course, but it had been a while before any demons arrived in the flesh. Even then, they were just passing through, committing relatively minor acts of vandalism and humiliation before moving on again. Sandra remembered the wordless fear and awe she had felt upon seeing an eight foot werewolf with her own eyes. She also remembered the more conflicted feelings she had from watching it chasing a neighborhood cat up a tree.

But now she was back in the city. Back to her day job as a junior lecturer at a major college. The change had been immediate. In a big town like this, there were demons on every street corner, at every meeting point, in every college campus. Judging from how her students talked, they were in every dorm, too. Every bedroom.

Sandra didn't consider herself a prude. Like any prude, she thought her closed-off attitude to sexuality was the natural feeling of any reasonable person. But if her students had been free-spirited before, now they were downright brazen, openly bragging about whether the demons found them desirable enough for multiple sessions.

Was she the only person here who found this whole thing bizarre?

She tried to distract herself with work, by taking on more hours. That was how she ended up spending Tuesday evenings with Bianca, a bubbly blonde who was only a year and a half into her degree and already struggling to pass anything. Bianca had sought out 'that quiet teacher who glares a lot' for extra lessons, and Sandra didn't have an excuse to turn her down.

"So, like, which one is debit and which one is credit, again?"

No matter how much she may have wanted to.

Sandra sighed, and explained it again, and resisted the urge to say that as a business student, this was literal day-one stuff. Bianca smiled and nodded and pretended to write it down, but Sandra wasn't holding her breath that it had sunk in.

"You really need a better grasp of book-keeping," she said, in what was probably a boring and maternal voice. 38 years old and already an old grouch. "No wonder you're struggling, if you can't grasp the basics."

"Yeah," said Bianca, but she didn't seem too sorry about it. "It's always a problem I've had, y'know? Like, remembering stuff that doesn't come up in real life. Like trigonometry, or history."

Sandra feels very tired. "Or balancing a budget...?"

"Yeah! Exactly!"

Not for the first time, Sandra wondered what exactly she was doing here.

A year ago, she would have pressed the issue. Bianca (or more likely her family) was paying good money to be here, with the goal of graduating with a qualification and getting a good job. But... did any of that matter in their new society? It had only been a few months, so a lot of people were still living out old routines, just awkwardly shuffling around the rough interspecies sex now commonly taking place on their usual commutes. But the world's new landlords seemed to have little interest in maintaining the same economy.

"What's... your plan?" asked Sandra, since they weren't making much progress today anyway. "After you get your degree, I mean."

"Huh. I don't really know!" An answer like that would have been terrifying for Sandra to admit, at that age. Instead, Bianca chirped it out without angst. "I really kinda just live in the now, y'know? I mostly don't wanna flunk out because all my friends go to this college. That, and..."

It's uncharacteristic for Bianca to go quiet. To lose her train of thought is normal, sure, but not to leave a sentence deliberately unfinished. "And?"

"Sorry - I was just thinking you probably weren't, like, into this, but you're right, if I start saying something it's like super tantalizing to not explain myself..."

She leaned in a little closer, her youthful features wearing a knowing smirk.

"You know this is kinda like, Werewolf Cock City, right?"

"What."

"Like, sure, the werewolves run the whole world now, but they love colleges. And this college! Like, I grew up in this suuuper boring suburb, and when I visit my mom I barely see any furry hunks out there. But you can't go five minutes without seeing one here at school! Usually in the middle of..." She smiled, in what looked like an attempt at being friendly. "Well, like I said, it doesn't seem like. Y'know. Your thing."

"Right..."

Sandra took a moment to fully process what Bianca had just said.

"So you're trying to keep your grades up... because being here gives you the best chance of getting brutally, um, taken by one or more werewolf demons?"

"Yeah! That's a classy word, by the way. Taken... Mmh."

"I can honestly say I have no idea how to respond to that."

Sandra's hand was resting on the textbook. She didn't have much inclination to continue, and Bianca wasn't the type to complain if a lesson ended early. She contemplated just going home and...

Before she could finish the thought, the door to their study room swung open.

Sandra knew she should have gotten used to these random inspections by now, but they still took her by constant surprise. It was hard not to be startled by the 'inspectors'.

One was a standard werewolf demon, insofar as she had any sense of normalcy about these creatures. He had dark brown fur, cascading down his tall, muscular form in uneven spikes. His eyes were a piercing orange, and one of his ears was notched.

Oh, and his huge cock, black as volcanic rock, was freely swinging between his muscular thighs. Despite herself, Sandra's eyes were drawn immediately in that direction.

His companion was even more distracting, though. Most demons were lupine humanoids, to the point that 'werewolves' had become a largely interchangeable term. But there were other kinds, which Sandra had mostly only heard about. Naively, she had assumed that they would look like, say, anthropomorphic cats. Maybe there would be some wings involved.

Instead, the second 'werewolf' appeared to be a large mass of living ooze.

It was roughly a meter in diameter, maybe a bit more, in a vaguely round shape that unspooled at little where it met the ground. Sandra couldn't begin to guess how it moved, or ate, or breathed, but despite its lack of recognizable features, there was no doubt that was alive.

It seemed just as interested in Bianca as its more bipedal friend, for one thing.

"Ohmygod, hi!" The interest was mutual. Bianca was out of her chair in an instant, coyly playing with a lock of her shiny blonde hair. "Can we help you boys with anything?"

The werewolf grabbed her and pulled her close. Sandra felt a quick pang of fear at this, but Bianca just giggled. That was the only reaction she showed to his snout, too, which quickly travelled up and down her neck, then down to her chest.

"Hey, that tickles!" A blush was quickly forming on her cutesy, freckled cheeks. "Not that I mind getting tickled by you, handsome..."

Sandra couldn't hold back a gasp when, with a rough motion of his paw, the wolf slipped his powerful fingers into Bianca's shorts and tugged them down to her knees. Her underwear came with them, and just like that, her young student was exposed right in front of her.

It didn't stop there, either. The wolf went low, his nose skirting along her stomach to end up firmly between her legs. Bianca's eyes went wide, but after a moment of adjustment she was giggling again. "Mmnh! That tickles even more! Naughty guy, aren't you...?"

Sandra tore her eyes away, looking to the exit, but the slimy demon was still right there in the doorway. From what Bianca had told her, it was pure chance that she had gotten this far into the semester without ending up in the middle of a scene like this. She wanted to retreat (mostly to give Bianca the modesty and privacy the girl seemed thoroughly uninterested in having, if she was being honest), but that would only delay the inevitable. One way or another, she would be confronted with the world's new reality.

That still didn't prepare her for the moment when the werewolf suddenly turned from Bianca's exposed crotch to stare right at Sandra, instead.

She froze, still full of natural fear. The wolf approached her almost in slow-motion, which didn't help her impression that this whole thing was a bad dream.

Bianca, behind him, let out a playful whine. "Awwh, c'mon, big guy, leave her alone. I'm a lot more your speed, trust me!"

She was ignored. Those orange eyes had set themselves on Sandra, perhaps offended by her lack of compliance, and now she was under a scrutiny like nothing she had ever felt before. It crept towards her with slow, certain movements, knowing there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Bianca, meanwhile, soon forgot about her once the other demon approached her instead. "Oh, hi! I've always been really curious about you guys, haha..."

Somehow - and part of Sandra was annoyed that she was perceiving this at all - she was able to get a good view of Bianca casually ditching her top from the other side of the wolf. She stripped completely naked, her young and curvy body shamelessly exposed, and returned the slimy demon's attentions.

That was how things were, now. How they were supposed to be. Sandra had yet to catch up to the new normal, and now nine feet of muscular wolf-man was here to remind her of that.

Instinctively, she had backed up, taking useless little half-steps backward as he inched toward her in turn. Inevitably, she hit a wall. The wolf closed the distance, a powerful arm on either side of her. Pinned.

She quickly felt that nose for herself, pressing against the flesh of her neck. It was just as cold as imagined, a sharp jolt of sensation shaking her out of her frozen fear.

"Listen," she said, "sir, I, um... It's like she said, my student over there - I mean, I'm not really..."

It didn't seem that Bianca was coming to her rescue any time soon. The wolf filled Sandra's entire vision, but she could hear some suspicious squelching noises and a lot of breathy giggling. The corridor outside seemed deserted, too. It was just her and this demon, with his piercing orange eyes and mouth full of teeth and... incredibly broad shoulders...

Her words had trailed off uselessly, and he just kept staring at her. She had been told they understood human language fully well, they just didn't speak it themselves. Or dignify it with any response, most of the time.

Instead, all the communication here was done solely through their shared gaze. Joined, after a long moment, by a warm paw.

Sandra's breath caught in her throat when she felt him touching her chest. He had been much blunter with Bianca, but now he was slow, almost... gentle? A huge hand settled on her body, making her sensible sweater suddenly feel all too thin.

Not even Bianca's giggling could distract her now. Nothing else seemed to register in Sandra's mind. The wolf had filled her entire perception, and her life had slowed to this single moment.

It felt like it took a lifetime for him to slip that paw under her sweater.

The instant he did, any sense of dream-like detachment was quickly dispelled, blasted away by the sensation of his cold claws whispering against her bare skin. Sandra sucked in a breath, practically trembling in his grasp. She knew exactly what was coming. It was inevitable. She couldn't stop it, and she wasn't sure she wanted to.

It was almost a mercy when he ripped off her top.

In fairness, he didn't actually tear it. (Something she only discovered much later, when she had regathered her wits.) He just slipped it off of her with such practiced force that, from her perspective, it may as well have vanished. Now she wasn't just pinned against a wall by this powerful creature, she was topless aside from a bra she had very much expected no-one to see today.

"Mmnh... Hah..." Bianca's voice filled the silence. "You're... really getting in there! It feels weird..." She giggled. "Keep going!"

The wolf kept going, too. His claws made quick work of the rest of Sandra's clothes, and for her part, she found herself utterly compliant. It wasn't just the fear of what that those fangs and claws could do to her vulnerable flesh. (She was thinking about that, certainly, and in a way that wasn't entirely borne of fear...) Something deeper had begun to click. Until now, she was in denial about the new world, telling herself that old patterns of behaviour were still worth following.

But maybe she had more to learn from Bianca than the other way around.

She could still hear her student somewhere behind that imposing wall of furry muscle. The giggling had given way to something much breathier. She sounded open, vulnerable. She also sounded like she was having a damn good time.

That was the last thought in Sandra's mind as the wolf stripped away the last of her boring, sensible outfit and let it all pool on the floor.

She felt an instinctive need to curl up, to cross her legs and throw an arm across her chest. She fought it. After all, sudden moves in a situation like this were a bad idea, right?

That was what she told herself, at least, as she finally stood naked and exposed before one of these powerful beasts.

His nose returned, now tracing along her bare skin. No-one had ever shown such interest in her body in her entire life. All her insecurities- her belly fat, her uneven blemishes, the way her breasts were just slightly asymmetrical in a way that had always driven her crazy... none of it mattered to her new friend. He barely looked at her. Apparently her scent was more enthralling.

Sandra had to admit, it was nice to be desired.

She wasn't like Bianca, and she never had been. College hadn't been some wild party for her, nor had the following years. But staring into those piercing, orange eyes, she felt her internal coldness melting away. She was thankful he didn't speak. She had no idea what to say to him.

Instead, she gave him a small, unsteady, blushy smile, and spread her legs just a little.

That was all the invitation he needed. A moment later, she felt that otherworldly fur against her bare skin as he pressed right against her, pinning her to the wall.

His powerful hands roamed all over her, staking his claim. She let out a needy gasp when he reached right between her legs, caressing her where no-one had ever touched her before. His fingers were as insistent as they were strong, and when two of them slipped inside of her, her hips bucked reflexively.

Even now, though, her attention didn't stray from his face. Maybe that was ancient prey instincts, recognising that she was dealing with a terrifying beast with a mouthful of fangs. If so, she wasn't letting her fear stop her. Finally taking the initiative, she leaned in close and kissed him, pressing her lips to his.

That was all the invitation he needed. Sandra soon found herself wrapped in an inescapable embrace, those arms seeming to close in her entire world. His fur may have been coarse, but it was warm, and that warmth blended with the heat she felt inside her own body.

His cock was much warmer still.

Feeling it press against the bare flesh of her abdomen made her shudder. Part of her still couldn't believe that this was happening, but any shock, and certainly any apprehension, was quickly giving way to years of repressed desires. With a mewl, she spread her legs wider for her new best friend.

He rewarded her compliance with a shower of warm, long licks, coating her face in his hot saliva. She couldn't help but laugh at the sensation. It wasn't as cute and girlish as Bianca's little giggles, but it didn't have to be. If he was interested in her, she clearly had her own charms.

That was the last coherent thought in her mind before he sank his unholy meat inside her.

Sandra gasped for breath. Nothing could have prepared her for how it felt from the inside- far, far warmer than (how she assumed...) a human cock felt. And the texture! There was nothing natural about his shape, his contours, and that all felt devilishly right.

His clawed hands were around her waist, pinning her to the wall. He pushed inside her and then paused, as though realizing that she would need time to adjust. Bianca was huffing and sighing happily somewhere behind him as the gooey demon continued to work her pussy, but Sandra wasn't so flexible. She was graciously given the time she needed...

...for a minute or two, at least.

For all his otherworldly allure, her new partner was still a male. With his cock in a warm, wet pussy, instincts took over. It was slow at first, but he soon began to pump her, his dick sinking deeper and deeper until she could almost feel his werewolf balls against her skin.

She clearly weighed nothing to him. She was merely a plaything that he could use however he wished. He pulled her close, her bare breasts pressed against the fur of his chest, and captured her mouth in an inhuman kiss. His tongue slipped into her mouth, and she accepted it with a pathetic moan.

As wrapped up as she was in the present moment, Sandra was the kind of person who was always thinking, or more accurately worrying, about the future. Right now, she had a very particular view of what might happen next in her life. Maybe she would spread her legs for other wolves. Maybe she would be like Bianca, and try out one of the stranger demons. Or maybe, whispered a part of her mind, this was it. She was going to get fucked by this gorgeous specimen for the rest of her life. Pass out on his dick and wake up again only to discover he was still riding her, relentless as a force of nature.

Sandra's pussy twitched and her breath hitched as she had her first orgasm.

It was small and sudden. An indication of how neglected her body had been. An attentive lover would have noticed and checked in with her, tenderly ensuring that she was adjusting alright. The werewolf didn't even notice, fucking her at the same pace, and she loved him for it.

Sandra was happy to be his plaything, to be used for his pleasure. When he peeled her off the wall and repositioned her, she just went with it, happy to stay limp until he lowered her to her knees. Only then did she put any control back into her muscles, and that was just to keep her upright for the new position.

She had a better view of Bianca like this.

It was kind of like watching someone fucking a beanbag... or getting fucked, more accurately. Bianca had her legs spread wide, her hips completely submerged within the gooey body of the creature. One of her hands was toying with her rosy pink nipple, and the other propped her weight against the thinly carpeted floor. That looked like the only scrap of tension in her otherwise languid body; she was limp and relaxed, her eyes half-lidded as she sighed softly in pleasure.

She roused herself from that state when she saw Sandra looking at her. "H-hey, teach! Is your boyfriend treating you as good as mine is...?"

Sandra opened her mouth, but all that came out of her was a noise of overwhelmed pleasure. Closer to a yell than a moan. (Maybe a bark...?)

"Mmnh! Glad to hear it!"

The sensations of the werewolf fucking her needy pussy took up all of her attention. She struggled to string any words together, but she did her best. The casualness of this was a big part of the thrill, after all. "Ahhhhnd yours?"

"Mmf! Perfect!"

Bianca rotated her hips, slowly enough not to feel too uncomfortable for the demon (Sandra assumed), but enough to increase the sensations.

"He's reaching so deep... and, it's like, all over! It kinda, like, coats the inside of my pussy and touches all of my nerves at once..." She trailed off, biting her lip. "I can't really describe it. I guess you'll just have to try him for yourself, huh!"

Even with the huge, terrifying, beautiful cock filling her, something about how casually Bianca said that made Sandra's pussy twitch entirely independently.

It probably showed on her face. Her student's expression shifted a little, becoming more seductive. "I'm glad you're... mmnh... enjoying this. You look a lot cuter all of a sudden."

"I - d-do?"

"Of course, teach! Everybody looks cuter while getting fucked by a handsome demon!"

Bianca leaned forward (again, being careful not to disturb her own odd partner) and began to massage her breasts, making eye contact with Sandra the entire time.

"What about me, huh? Do you think I look cute...?"

Sandra felt her face burning. This was too much at once. "Hhh...!"

She laughed. "That's a compliment, and I'll take it!" Her hands kept moving, drawing attention to just how hard her nipples were. "But you're usually so good with your words, teach... Tell me how pretty I am..."

"I... You..."

A fresh spike of arousal rolled through her. Her bestial lover had never slowed his thrusts, knocking the air from her lungs with every motion, but somehow she found her voice.

"You're... s-sexy... Bianca..."

Her student beamed from ear to ear. Her teeth looked pretty, contrasted against the blush dominating her cheeks. "Awwh, glad you think so! We could've been eating each other out this whole time, instead of just talking about business transactions or whatever."

"Haahhh," said Sandra.

"You want that, teach? Maybe we figure out some kind of sexy rewards system?" Bianca was moving her hips again, no doubt increasing the sensations she felt as the gooey demon fucked her. "If I get something right, I can lick your body wherever I want..."

"Mmf! Hhhah!"

"And if I'm a bad girl, you can maybe spank me? Spread my slutty little legs and just-"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh fucking shit please just-"

Sandra trailed off into a needy yell of jumbled sounds as she rode, by far, the strongest climax of her life.

Her entire body twitched, making it hard for her to keep her balance even on her knees. But it felt like all the activity was centered in her crotch. Her pussy reacted madly, urging her lupine lover to give her everything. To let his pleasure peak, and have that glorious, inhuman cock fill her with hot demon cum...

She could sense it coming, so vividly that she was practically living it out already. He would drive his rod deep inside her, and his knot would fill her and trap her body against his as her womb was claimed. She would become a breeding vessel for his unholy spawn, and in that moment she knew exactly why so many of her free-spirited young students had accepted that unlikely role so eagerly. She wanted it. She craved to see her belly swell with demonic life. Sandra threw her head back and moaned, cresting her wonderful orgasm which she knew would trigger his own-

She was half-right.

The werewolf did indeed reach his own peak. But instead of pressing deeper inside and finishing inside Sandra's body, he chose that exact moment to pull out. In an instant, his precious cum was spurted across her bare back, shot with enough force to even get as far as her hair.

Sandra whimpered, in lust and disappointment and confusion. The cum was as hot as she had pictured, and even feeling it against her skin was slightly overwhelming. Maybe she couldn't have handled a full load inside her pussy. Maybe he knew. Maybe he had always known...

Although his orgasm was powerful, it was brief, and soon there was nothing but a gentle trickle of werewolf cum pooling on her ass. Wordlessly, the werewolf got to his feet and abandoned her.

Sandra's arms gave out, and she landed clumsily on the floor. She looked up to see the werewolf taking hold of Bianca's pretty blond hair, guiding her face toward his spent cock.

"Y-yessir, right away sir, thank you sir..."

With a practiced eagerness (no doubt she had done this before), Bianca took him into her mouth and began to lovingly clean him. Sandra knew it wasn't just his own cum coating his shaft, but hers, too. Bianca licked and sucked the mixture off, giving him alluring bedroom eyes the entire time. Even with the slime demon fucking her at that very moment, she was clearly angling on being the werewolf's next conquest.

She, like Sandra, ended up disappointed. Once he was satisfied, he withdrew his meat from her mouth. (Sandra didn't fail to notice that she really had done a thorough job.) Then, without so much as a glance to either of them, or his companion, the werewolf strode back into the hall and disappeared.

"Awwh..." After a moment of pouting, Bianca aimed at smile at her strange lover. "Well, his loss is your gain, cutie! I'm all yours..."

Sandra lay there, struggling to catch her breath. She knew that she needed to start handling the aftermath of all this, something which would encompass everything from processing the emotions of such a raw and overwhelming sexual encounter to simply getting the werewolf cum out of her hair before it became too much of a problem.

In that moment, though, she just lay there. She was almost in a state of shellshock. Tiredness crept up on her, and when her eyes drifted closed, she didn't fight them.

Without visual stimulus, her awareness of her sweaty, exhausted body heightened. So did her other senses. She could hear every noise Bianca made. Hell, she could almost smell the younger woman's arousal, mixed with the... unique scent of the slime demon. It was like some kind of strange, manufactured plastic, tickling the inside of Sandra's nose in a way that wasn't completely unpleasant.

Did these creatures employ some kind of potent sexual pheromone? That would explain why humans were so eager to be their playthings. Or maybe there was magic involved - they were demons from another realm, as Sandra had to remind herself daily.

Or maybe people like Bianca just liked the new world. Now Sandra had first-hand perspective on why.

She didn't know how long she lay there, but a sharp gasp stirred her from the half-asleep state she had slipped into. For a moment, she was worried Bianca might have been hurt, so she pushed herself off the floor to take a look.

As ever, her student was simply embracing life. In a brand new way, this time.

Bianca's face was a picture of ecstasy, her freckles barely visible any more as a blush overtook her pale skin. Her eyes screwed shut and her mouth hung open as she came.

The slime demon seemed to be cumming, too. Cumming inside her fertile body.

It took Sandra a second to work out what she was seeing. The gelatinous form of the demon was quivering, perhaps with its equivalent of pleasure and release. But the motion was probably more practical than anything. She hadn't noticed until now that not only was the green slime somewhat transparent - giving her a lewd view of Bianca's pussy, as though through green-tinted glass - but there was a collection of small, round objects inside.

As they were gently ushered into Bianca's twitching snatch, each one welcomed with a satisfied gasp, Sandra realised exactly what they were.

"Yes... oh, yes, don't stop... Give me more! Fuck!"

Bianca's voice was hushed but focused, like a prayer. She seemed to be in the midst of one long orgasm, reigniting every time another of the orbs slipped inside her body.

"Give me all your e-eggs! Yes!"

Her entire body shuddered in pleasure, and suddenly, Sandra felt her own arousal returning. Just a little, with her pussy still recovering from how the werewolf ravished her. But it was there.

She didn't know how long she stayed there, propped up on her elbows, watching as Bianca was filled with demonic offspring. A rational part of her was speechless with shock, but it was much smaller than it would have been an hour ago. She had no moral high ground any more, not after craving a load of werewolf cum inside her own body.

Sandra watched, rapt, as the last visible egg disappeared into Bianca's pussy. The young woman let out one long, low groan, finally coming down from her endless orgasm.

She melted backwards, suddenly just as boneless as her strange lover, until her back was on the carpet. With a loud, wet noise, the slime demon began to pull away.

The process was slow, and so was its retreat from the room, but Sandra just lay there and watched. Eventually, it disappeared past the doorframe and out into the hallway. Maybe it would very, very slowly catch up to the werewolf, but probably not. In time, it would follow somebody else... and find a different human ready to feel its slime against their skin.

For a long moment, the room was silent, except for Bianca's heavy breathing. Sandra felt a little more composed - as composed as she was ever going to feel, after all that - but she didn't know what to say.

Finally, Bianca rolled over (while letting out a cute little moan) and met the older woman's gaze.

"Hey."

Sandra suddenly felt a blush returning to her face. She tried to reply, but all that came out was a strangled little yelp.

Bianca just smiled. It was understanding, and... warm. "You're seriously so cute, teach. Can't believe I never noticed it before."

Without getting up, she started pulling herself closer. Sandra froze, but she made no attempt to pull away, even as her student's nude body got closer and closer to her own...

"In fairness, I got to see you in a pretty different context just now, huh?"

Bianca plopped down right next to her, their skin just barely touching. She smiled at her again, now only inches away. Her face filled Sandra's vision.

"So, um... I guess I'm full of eggs, now?"

She paused to bite her lip, and Sandra had to admit to herself that this was an oddly arousing thought for her, too. Either there really was something in the air ever since the War, or she was more of a pervert than she had ever been able to admit to herself.

"I have, like... no clue what's that gonna look like, or even how long it'll take. The slimy dudes are kinda rare, so really, I'm pretty lucky..."

Sandra was only half paying attention. With both of them so close, she was taking in details she had never given active thought to before, like the exact spread of Bianca's freckles, or how full and soft her lips looked. Seeing her student in the throes of orgasm had recontextualised everything about the girl's face.

"...but yeah, since I don't know what my schedule's gonna be like- and since I'll still need help to pass this class, one way or another- I was just wondering if we could, like, start meeting up a bit more? But like, at your house, maybe?" She bit her lip and hooded her eyes, knowing exactly the effect she would have on her poor, reserved tutor. "...overnight?"

"Yes." Sandra's voice was husky, but certain. She didn't say any more, and didn't have to.

"Great! Then let's start tonight!"

Their schedule was sealed with a kiss. Bianca pressed her lips against Sandra's, slipping her tongue into her teacher's mouth. Unthinkable before now. Sandra just lay there, covered in werewolf cum and smelling the unnatural scent of demonic slime still coating her student's nude body, and decided it was finally time she caught up.