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"Look up at me," Etante commanded as her hand moved to cup Reikian's chin so he was forced to look into the black on black eyes. "Don't you think it's a shame that she's been left aroused and sitting there?"

The rakshasa's mind worked past his own arousal so he could try and lay out a plan, trying to think past the soft warm-furred paw wrapped around his cock. He was good at planning and weaseling his way out of situations that were distasteful or downright dangerous. There was a reason that cats had nine lives, but he was struggling to come up with an answer that wouldn't put Kachya under the teacher's command.

He had a touch of curious arousal. What would Kachya do beneath the older woman? How would she react? If he weren't so afraid that she'd be pushed beyond her boundaries and into actual fear, it would have been worth exploring. He didn't want her frightened or hurt or ashamed of herself. So, he drew in a breath and steadied his voice as he came up with a reply that sacrificed a blow to his own standing.

"I think that you'd enjoy seeing her satisfied for your private enjoyment, ma'am," he rowled suggestively, leaning back so she would have a fine view of his white chest and lower.

He sucked in a breath as Kachya pressed against his back, rubbing her fingers along the undersides of his sensitive barbs so they rose up. A dribble of precum greeted her touch while he fought to breathe through the mouth instead of his nose. Her distinct aroused scent was on the air, mingled with the crow's. He couldn't move her paw away, so his hips gave a quivering little twitch and pushed back to grind along the cup of her hips.

"Oh?" The crow lifted a brow, her beak parted in a slight smile. "And why is that? Afraid of what I might do with her, my lad?"

"No, ma'am, I think you'd enjoy seeing what I would do to her much more." He didn't waver in his suggestive tone as he leaned back just enough that he could see Kachya watching with her eyes wide and ears folded back. Her breath was too fast; he could feel it ruffling against his ears. "I know how much you enjoy seeing someone play cat and mouse. And I did a good job; don't I deserve a reward? I got her out of trouble and she got to watch, so I should get a reward, right?"

"Mmm..." Etante ground her beak thoughtfully and he refused to let the hope show on his features.

No one was perfect; everyone had a weakness, and he had his own little game of finding them out and exploiting them. The showy crow had a fascination at mixed pairings, one of the many reasons she enjoyed him so much. She wouldn't allow predators to top her, but she enjoyed seeing them placed beneath her control. He wagered that she'd enjoy it the other way around as well, though he'd never had the chance to explore that facet.

He maintained a submissive pose, though he couldn't stop his twitching tailing from sweeping behind him. He preferred to be a challenge, but there was too much riding on ensuring that he manipulated everything in his favor. She might enjoy seeing him more dominant with Kachya, but not with her. If he mouthed off, he thought the teacher might punish him by taking Kachya just for spite.

"Would you like to thank my fine cat, girl?" The crow lifted her head to regard Kachya so the rabbit gave a start and the flush teased higher over her ears.

"I would like that...very much," Kachya whispered, her voice breathy with more than just shyness. He felt his body respond to the desire he heard and licked his lips. Her hand stilled on his cock, resting at the base, the edge of her palm pressed against the swell of his white furred orbs.

"Excellent," Etante rubbed her fingers along the rakshasa's cheek lightly. "Give me a show then, Reikian, let her show her gratitude and if it proves...entertaining then perhaps you'll earn an evening hall pass for each other."

Reikian twitched an ear and nodded his head, his tongue felt slightly dry as he kept his gaze on Kachya. She looked confused, but he understood. An evening pass was coveted in the school, as it allowed students to be out on the grounds until 11:00 instead of being in the dorms by 8:00 and asleep by 9:00. Most people that had an evening pass were "teacher's pets" who had earned the reward by submitting to the teachers until they were almost exclusive. To have a pass without that price meant the young lovers would be able to enjoy certain aspects of the school that he hadn't dared before.

His heart was beating faster as he nodded his head and leaned backwards so the crow could step around him. He could still taste her arousal on his lips, so he ran his broad tongue over his whiskers. He would make this a show she'd never forget.

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Kachya allowed Reikian to pull her up on two legs, his nude body making it hard for her to concentrate when she was incredibly aware of the dark red shaft that jutted along his belly. Her mind was lingering over what she'd just watched and how he'd felt so hard against her palm. The female teacher had been commanding and demanding of the rakshasa, making him tend her with his tongue as she'd felt as if each lick of his tongue were given to her.

The teacher's mesmerizing command over him had spread over her. She hadn't even thought when Etante had told her to come and help keep Reikian on edge; she had gladly done it. She wanted to touch him, feel him. That need was still hovering over her head as he pulled her in close, but his eyes meeting her own made it easier to think.

They were bright with passion, but warmer, drawing her in with gentleness that had been absent when he gazed at the pied crow's folds. His paws rubbed along her shirt, then hiked up the edges so he could stroke the soft fur of her sides. She tried to mimic the tender massaging touch, stroking over his hips. She was well aware of the teacher settling herself, but it didn't seem to matter. She was safe from the teacher--safe from being forced into a situation over which she had no control. She was safe, because Reikian was here with her.

"Mine," Reikian chuffed and grinned a little before leaning forward to catch her muzzle with his own. The whiskers tickled her lips as he drew her into a kiss. It wasn't just a tender kiss; he was demanding and thorough as his tongue plunged into her muzzle and caught her own. The rasping barbs tugged along the soft velvet of her muscle while her shirt was gripped in his paws. She pressed forward as the buttons strained, briefly, before he reached up and fumbled with the ones just beneath her neck. He didn't break the kiss, but explored her with that hot seeking tongue. His fangs grazed against the edges of her furred lips, almost pressing painfully, but stopping before it truly hurt. She worked her tongue against his own, rubbing and caressing against the rough texture.

He only pulled back when he'd managed to undo two buttons on her blouse, loosening it enough that he could grip the edges and peel it up and over her head. There was a frantic edge to the yank of fabric that caught against her ears. The moment he got her shirt free, he moved his hands up to cup her slight budding breasts in his paws and brushed his thumbs over her tightening nipples. He lingered over them, brushing his pads back and forth until she let out a shallow whimper. She moved her fingers down and sought out the firm length of his girth against her palm, giving him a light squeeze. Her fingers trailed along the very tip, lifting and then smoothing the barbs . The rakshasa chuffed his pleasure and rolled his hips upward, smearing a dribble of precum onto her fur.

"On your knees," he panted as he rolled his palm against one of her sensitive nipples. "I want your muzzle."

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Reikian guided Kachya down onto her knees in front of him, a mimicry of how he'd been positioned with Etante. The rabbit's bared upper body made his paws itch to touch every inch of her, but it warred with the desire to prove himself to her. He wasn't a plaything; he was still in control of himself, and it made him preen as she didn't even hesitate to drop down in front of their teacher. Her short soft muzzle nestled up against the base of his shaft; she licked the striped fur and flesh tenderly. The warmth of her breath tickled against him while he moved his paw down to cup the back of her neck. His fingers kneaded lightly while she licked upwards and rubbed her nose against his dark red shaft.

He let his gaze shift to the teacher, whose watching gaze was just bright enough that he knew he'd gauged her right. She enjoyed seeing a prey animal on her knees in front of a predator as much as she enjoyed having him in that position. Unlike Kachya, she made no attempt to hide her desire, leaning back against one of the student desks with her fingers lazily circling her exposed mound. Her slick arousal clung to her fingers, spreading as she trailed her middle finger up and down the length of her folds languorously. Her other hand remained behind her, propping her up while the finger lingered over her bud of her clit.

He rowled softly to himself and his cock pulsed against his belly in reaction, a movement that drew the rabbit's gaze to him. She lifted her mouth and licked from the base of his cock all the way to the tip. The swift velvety movement made him grind forward to encourage a faster lick. She worked from the base to the tip, short fluttering strokes, as if she had a rapidly melting popsicle and was trying to keep it from mussing her paw. That soft tongue pushed around the tip and caught against his barbs before moving down again with a little noise in her throat. His dribbling wetness spilled down and smeared the bridge of her muzzle with clear strands She needed no further encouragement to wrap her mouth around his cock and pull it into her mouth, suckling it down in a swift hot line.

The rakshasa groaned in pleasure and a tremor ran down his spine as she inched her way lower. Her warm tongue cupped the underside of his girth and made sure that it was snugly held. He watched Kachya, savoring the way he parted her lips, the flutter of her eyelids, and the position of her body. She lost herself in the simple act of pleasuring him and he felt a swell of confident power as he regained a bit of the pride he'd lost in posing for his teacher. He rolled his hips forward when she squeezed around him and pushed himself inwards and rolled hard enough to force the last few inches of his cock into her muzzle. He knew what would make this sight perfect.

"Take off your skirt and panties.." He murmured and felt her drawing backwards along his cock. "Ah-ah, you gotta keep your muzzle there while you take them off."

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Kachya fumbled with the edge of her skirt as she rolled her tongue under his swollen length. The taste of him clung to her senses while she spread her tongue under his sensitive glans. She loved the way he felt in her muzzle, almost embarrassingly so. Her lover's throbbing member was firm, but also silky where the skin was smoothest--offset by the rings of barbs that she could work with her tongue so he wriggled sensuously above her. The spill of salty-sweet precum clung to her tongue and made her swallow urgently when it spilled out, coaxed by her eager tongue and working throat. She had to divide her attention between what she was doing with her muzzle and getting the side buttons from her skirt undone.

She had to wriggle her hips up into the air a little and loosen the fabric so it could drop along her rump cheeks. To do so, she had to push forward and rub her soft muzzle against Reikian's fuzzy sac. It was harder to manage to her panties; they clung damply to her and she needed both hands to catch the elastic edges. She had to push her hips up into the air as she wriggled the material down, all while bobbing her head back and forth. They weren't smooth movements, not when she was trying to wriggle her panties down over her bottom. Her breath came out a bit faster as she finally got the material down to her thighs.

The paw on her neck gave a squeeze as she started to draw back, keeping the rakshasa hilted in her muzzle. She pushed forward and swallowed around him, her saliva clinging to his smooth red base. She didn't remain there long before Reikian ground his groin against her nose, then dragged backwards again. The barbs tugged along the roof of her mouth until his plump glans spilled from her sensitive mouth. A strand of saliva mingled with precum joined the tip to her lips and the scent of him clung to the air. Her breath came in short bursts as she forgot where she was, forgot everything except him.

They had played these games before, but there was something subtly different--an undercurrent to his passion that translated to the touch of his paws, the brush of his fingers, and the way he looked down at her. It made her flustered and warm as she ran her paws lightly along his striped legs and trailed her thumbs along the edge of white. She'd never had someone protect her as he had, stepping in to take her punishment and bargain to keep her safe. He hadn't pledged undying love or passionately declared she was the only one, but his actions spoke volumes to her.

"Good, my good girl.." Reikian's voice was a little strained as he panted out and ran his fingers along the curve of her shoulders.

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Reikian warred with himself. He wanted to spend in her muzzle and feel her throat working to swallow down his seed, but--like the first time he had tutored her--he didn't want to end it that way. His eyes flickered towards the teacher's lazy stroking hands and then moved back down to Kachya. He wanted her, all of her; he wanted to feel her beneath his body and her passage wrapped around him like a silken sleeve.

His tail swept back and forth as he moved his paws up to cradle her face. He ran his thumbs lightly along her lips, breaking the viscous wet strand so the wetness smeared against her fur. He chuffed softly and drew her upwards while he was still trembling on that precipice of climax. It was exquisitely painful to pull himself back from the rush of need.

Kachya blinked as she obediently stood up and brushed her bare body against him. He grinned at her, a sly baring of his teeth, and moved his paws lower to cup the soft warmth of her rump cheeks. He curled his fingers downwards and gave a firm squeeze before twisting his body around, and taking her with him. She let out a little cry as he pressed her back against the teacher's desk and lowered his head, licking the rise of her breasts. He trailed upwards while he slipped his paw between her legs and fondled her soft mound. His fingers rubbed back and forth gently, feeling the edges of the glistening outer lips and coaxing them open.

He worked his tongue up, feeling her pulse jumping for him and speaking to his predatory and protective instincts alike. Continuing to her mouth, he caught her upper lips even as curled his fingers forward and found the snug, familiar passage between her labia. He swallowed her moan as he pushed his digits into her body.

Her tongue slipped along his as he worked in slow, deliberate strokes above and below, teasing and wrapping around the warmth so she started to squirm against his hips. He pressed down against her firmly to control her, guiding her rump cheeks up over the edge of the desk. Her cries were lost between his lips as he slowly pumped his fingers; she was so slick with her need that it was effortless to tease her.

Her breasts were pressed against his chest while her hands slipped around him, the fingers flexing against his striped back as he pushed in and drew out ever so slowly. She was warm, so incredibly warm, and the walls contracting around him made him squirm with his own rampant need. He gave her lip a playful nip before pulling his muzzle away from her own and grinned down at her.

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"Do you trust me now?" Reikian whispered as the rabbit fought the urge to protest the fingers slipping from her sensitive passage.

Trust him? She looked up at him as he pushed her back against the desk with the swell of his shaft rubbing along her lower belly. She shifted so one of her legs stroked along the curve of his hip and bit her lower lip. How could she not trust him? The feel of his body against her, the warmth of his paws, the familiar scent--all of it spoke of dozens of shared nights and stolen moments together. His confident touch and sharp mind was guiding her through the confusing labyrinth that was St. Mary's, and it went deeper than that. Why should he care about a poor student like herself? But he did.

"Always." She murmured softly while his paws curved away from her sex to her hips, tugging her against him. The grinding push teased his orbs against her folds and made her whimper softly.

"That's my girl," he applauded, leaning down to nip along the curve of her neck with his sharp teeth. "Let's show the crow how it's done." He wiggled his hips meaningfully, rubbing his erection along her lower belly.

Her ears flushed hotly; she'd been so consumed with the feel and sight of him that she'd blocked out the soft noises of the teacher's swift breath. Did he really have so much sway over her that she had ignored their watcher?

She flicked her ears back and arched her hips up slowly, sneaking a paw between them so her padless fingers grasped the fleshy base of his glans. He lifted himself with a grin on his white muzzle, letting her guide his tip until it brushed her glistening folds. The barbs caught lightly on her labia before she pulled him down to push between the plump lips.

She loved the way he felt, the conical tip trailing against her, lubricated by saliva and pre. She'd wanted to feel him against her mound since she'd seen him so hard and eager; her stomach tensed with fluttery anticipation. Reikian's eyes were unfocused as he arched his belly playfully and pushed forward just enough to spread her outer lips.

She barely had time to brace herself as the hard warmth of his tip plunged into her passage, spreading her open. Welcoming him inside, she arched her back and allowed her paw to fall away from his sex. She reached to hold onto something, anything. She caught the edge of the desk to hold herself still as the rakshasa's hips drove forward and nearly pushed her over the desk. Her entire body was flushed with need as her silken muscles clutched around him tightly, squeezing and pulling him inward until he drove forward hard enough that his swollen sac nudged her outer lips. She let out a high pitched cry and tightened her legs along his hips, giving herself unstintingly to him, not able to bring herself to mind that they were being watched.

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Reikian's body trembled as the muscles contracted and squeezed around him until he had to stop and hold himself still with his breath coming out in short hard bursts. He'd been so good with the teacher and even held back in Kachya's mouth; now,it was hard to keep himself from just hammering into her with hard rapid strokes until he came. He wanted to draw it out and give their teacher a show. He even flicked his tail to one side to offer her a fine view of his shaft seated inside of Kachya. Her body was trembling under him, so warm and soft, cleaving to the firmness of his chest while he drew his hips back slowly--just enough to allow his barbs to flare open and make her walls contract around him again.

With a soft groan he leaned down and pressed his lips against her warm velvety lips again and wrapped his tongue around her own. Her cries spilled into his muzzle, answered by his fervent groans as he drove his cock back into her body. He pushed hard enough to touch her hips before dragging back again, deliberately using his barbs to pull back and run right along her g-spot. Her inner muscles contracted and squeezed, trying to keep him deep inside of her as one of her paws gripped his back. He could feel her warm breath panting against his muzzle as her tongue rippled against his own.

He savored her, drank down her cries, and thrilled to her feminine body rocking against him. He could almost feel her heartbeat pounding against his chest as he checked himself, thrusting in short, slow movements as he luxuriated in the depths of her cleft. It was so hard to hold back, so hard to keep himself in check to tease her, but worth it as he heard the pied crow behind them making soft noises. His sharp ears could hear feathers rustling and shifting in time with her short panting breath. He redoubled his efforts and purposefully drew backwards, raking his barbs along the sensitive spot just inside his rabbit's passage before the tip popped free. Wetness clung to his tip as Kachya let out a protesting cry, surging upward needilyas he teased his tip up and down her outer folds. She tried to pull away from his kiss, but he pressed down more firmly and rumbled a soothing sound to her.

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Kachya drew in a deep breath and tried to pull her head away from Reikian's lips. Her folds were empty, clutching and squeezing against nothing. She wanted nothing else then to feel him inside of her again and his teasing just made it worse. A soft helpless noise spilled from her throat as she wriggled her hips back and forth. She moved her paw from the edge of the desk and slid it down along the curve of his striped haunches in a silent appeal for him to enter her again. His teeth teased along the edge of her tongue while he partially answered her body's plea. He dropped his hips down just enough his glans teased against her opening and held still.

She tightened her legs along his back, letting her hands glide up to his shoulders where she could brace herself and roll upwards. Her eyes fluttered shut and a muted, gasping cry spilled from her lips as he finally released her from his impassioned kiss. Reikian hissed as she impaled herself on his shaft, his chest lifted just high enough that she could see his girth being pressed back into her.

Her inner walls clung around him insistently, determined not to relinquish him until he seeded her; her labia strained open while a hint of wetness was forced out around him. He held himself still, shuddering with pleasure, letting her press nearly half his cock within her. Then, decisively, he dropped his hips and suddenly drove her against the desk. She was pinned in place beneath the striped body and it didn't matter; nothing mattered but the rakshasa and her own growing need.

His teeth nipped down her neck, pinching lightly before his raspy tongue stroked her. Heat spread along her shoulder while his paws clutched convulsively against her hips. He drove himself in and drew back out again, a pistoning movement that rocked her beneath him while she pressed against him. She burrowed her muzzle against the curve of his shoulder, drawing in the warm scent of him, the unique musk that only he boasted. It was an aphrodisiac that left her trembling, her tongue dancing out to run lightly along his neck as his teeth lightly gripped along the edge of her shoulder. The barbs pushed her steadily towards the brink; the spread of them caressed and tugged overly sensitive nerves.

His fingers suddenly clutched harder against her hips, pulling her forward, as his warm furred sac hit her curved rump cheeks. She arched her back to press her hips against his own, her stomach tightening as her pounding heart blocked out the sounds of the world around her. The rush of pleasure hit her in a wave that made her squeeze her eyes shut and cry out against the soft furred neck. Her walls pulsed and milked, rippling and contracting around him. The feel of the barbs stiffening and running through her only kept her teetering on edge as the rakshasa's claws flexed and caught along the curve of her hips to keep her in her place. Reikian's cries vibrated against her chest as she finally felt what she'd been wanting--what she'd been needing--since she'd first tasted him on her tongue.

His penis started to pulse, his orbs flexing against her rump as the first jet of warm seed splattered deep inside of her. She trembled beneath his weight, her breathing coming in short gasps while she clung to him. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders while his muzzle pressed against the curve of her neck, each tremor of his shaft amplified through her own body. That rush of need, that desire that was shared and magnified, joined them together as his weight collapsed against her with his cock still twitching within her.

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Reikian felt his entire body relaxing. His orgasm was pleasurable almost to the point of pain, and it was as if a switch had been hit. He couldn't move; he just wanted to relax on her soft body, to feel the pounding of his heart and the way her paws were clasped along the curve of his neck. The rabbit's fingers lovingly petted the ridge of his shoulders while her leg remained comfortably curled around his hips.

His breathing came in short bursts as he recovered and felt her body continuing to spasm around his girth. It nearly made him squirm and pull his sensitized maleness out of her, but he didn't want to leave her. It was almost too comfortable feeling the teasing fingers brushing up along his nape and hearing the soft little pants in his ear. He shifted just a little and grinned as she let out a squeaking noise when he pushed himself against her loins and then relaxed.

"Mmm.. that is... lovely," Etante's voice was roughened, panting and he flattened his ears as he felt Kachya tense up under him.

"Thank you," he replied breezily as helightly squeezed the rabbit's hips.

He turned his head just enough to see the crow watching them with her beak spread in a sly grin. When she noticed him watching, her grin grew and she lifted one glistening finger to lick with a flick of her long tapered tongue. She dragged it from the base of her digit towards the tip, gathering up her own arousal to savor while he watched. Her attempt at a subtle dig to get a reaction from him fell flat. His muscles were relaxing and his eyes hooded; he had no need to go after her when he was so thoroughly satiated. Kachya shifted under him and the slow movement made her walls suddenly clench so tightly that he let out a groan and his hips gave an involuntary buck. The groan faded into a broad grin as Etante reacted to it.

"I'll see you get your evening hall pass," she murmured after a moment and her eyes brightened. "I'm afraid you'll have to share a joint one, though. I can't be seen giving them out to everyone, after all."

Reikian fought the urge to protest the offer, to argue for both of them to have their own, not wanting the teacher to revoke the offer. He kneaded the curve of Kachya's hips as she shifted and looked around him at the teacher. Her features were flushed, but she didn't hide behind him as she might have in the past. She was growing more bold with his tutoring--more comfortable with the situations into which he coaxed her.

And, soon, the entire school would figure out that he had a hand in it. A joint pass meant both of their names would be on it. If they wanted to use it, they would have to show it to others--and be together if they were both out--or risk one or the other ending up in detention again. Etante's laughter spilled out freely as she stood up and shook out her feathers. She thought she'd delivered a blow to his prestige within the school.

"I don't mind sharing," he growled to himself and turned his head to look at Kachya beneath him. There was a flush of shock when he realized that he meant it, lingering even as wheels turned within his active mind and he started considering how to turn this further to his and Kachya's advantage.