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"So when you're all finished up, you'll give me an A on my paper?"

"What? Absolutely not."

With a pouting frown, the 18 year old university student removed his tongue from the tip of the teacher's length, a hard glint in his eyes. His professor, an ageing reptilian man, pursed his scaled lips and avoided looking at the way pre-cum and spittle dribbled down his student's chin.

"Why not?" The student demanded, his brow furrowing with frustration and confusion, and the professor heaved a quiet sigh. He reached a hand down and gently eased the adult's head back, the student's hand still firmly grasping the base of his humanoid member.

"Well, for one, Ilyan, it would probably cost me my job. I'm not the only one who grades your papers-- they get examined by school boards elsewhere, too. Did you really think it was that easy?"

"B...But..." Ilyan, a canine, bowed his head and grunted. "I thought it'd be like in the movies..."

"...You're taking a media course. Surely you understood that the majority of scripts in movie are fiction, right?"

"Well, yes, but," Ilyan retorted, albeit without as much bravado as before. "They say that some films and media are based in truth!"

"Yes, Ilyan," The professor continued, clearing his throat. "But, well...seducing your professor to get better grades? That's never worked."

Ilyan sat there for a moment, lost in thought as he attempted to wriggle his way around the situation and get what he wanted. He shot the professor a particularly lidded gaze and grasped the base of the member, giving it a firm wiggle and squeeze, for good measure.

"Are you sure?" Ilyan asked with a smirk, and the professor tensed a little at his touch, a shaky breath exhaling his lips. It was no secret that he'd been attracted to his student, and he didn't need to be told it was wrong. He knew it was. Even now, the two of them in an empty lecture hall-- that was risk enough, and it should have been enough to get him to back off. Yet, he found himself irrevocably drawn regardless, and his desire far outweighed his common sense as a 50 year old.

"I can't," The professor began. "...But I would very much like for you to continue."

With an exasperated groan, the canine stroked his fingers up the member and back down, stimulating his professor's turgid, humanoid cock. He pumped vigorously, with surprising experience for an 18 year old, and the professor let out a quiet sigh, his body humming with pleasure.

"Can you at least, like, give me some private tutoring, or something?" Ilyan asked, resting his elbow on the professors bare leg, and then his head on his own palm by extension. His fingers continued to stroke and stroke, peeling the foreskin back and forth atop the teacher's length, and the professor cleared his throat, caught off guard.

"A-Ah, well..." He began awkwardly, attempting to resist groaning with pleasure. "I'm afraid that I can't take time out of lectures, and they, well, take up a lot of my time. Plus, my wife..."

It was a difficult subject. The canine pouted again as the gears whirred in his head, attempting to conjure up some fathomable solution. In the meantime, his hand pumped and stroked, until the professor was left panting, his cheeks flushed, though the blush didn't rise to his rigid scales.

"We could just, you know, sit down after classes or something. You could make up an excuse," The student suggested. "We could...do more of this. You like this, right?"

The professor spluttered for a moment as the canine bowed his head, lashing his wide tongue around the reptile's cock and along the head of his member, deliberately teasing him.

"I-I could, but--" He began, and the student beamed, leaning his head back, his eyes wide with delight.

"You can? Really?" His wide-eyed expression and pleasant happiness was hard to deny. He tried to conjure up an appropriate rebuttal, and despite not being able to think of one, the uncertainty must have been evident on his face. Ilyan pouted once again, like a childish puppy.

"C'mon, Professor, you have to help me out here!" The adult exclaimed. "If I fail this module then it'll ruin me for the rest of the course."

He couldn't say no to a student in need, even if he were a little swayed by the potential bonuses. He blinked down at the boy and his pleading expression, his cock within the canine's grasp. With a resigned sigh, he bowed his head.

"Fine. Once a week, I'll help you." He warned him, and that seemed to be enough for the boy. He leapt up and curled his arms around the reptile's waist, giving him a brief hug before backing off. The professor cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Could you...at least finish me off?" The reptile asked quietly, feeling a little embarrassed. With a smirk, the canine placed his hand back upon the professor's cock and began to pick up speed rather quickly, stroking and pumping his member with a surprising stamina and vigor that left the older man panting and groaning, clutching to the arm rests of his chair.

He didn't need to be coaxed for long. After a few moments of hard and pleasurable stroking, he reached up to clutch to the canine's body, stroking his hips rather sensually as a groan escaped his ageing maw. He rolled his eyes up and orgasmed, spurting plentiful, generous strings of cum across the lecture hall floor, just behind the desk right at the front. With a pleasured expression and a heaving chest, his orgasm faded, and Ilyan planted a tiny kiss upon his cheek.

"Thanks, Professor. I'll see you tomorrow?" With a happy wink and the occasional lewd lap against his fingers, the canine bounced out, grabbing his bag as he went and leaving the reptile spent, tired, and more or less exposed.

It was then, in that moment, that the reptile realised his true mistake. Ilyan had wrapped him around his little finger, and now there was no way out.