Chapter 10
Fylis
When the door shuts, my heart starts pounding in my chest, in a good way, finally. I practically danced out of there. Humming a melody, I glide towards the exit, picturing Jade’s hands caressing my horns, before I slam into a rigid body.
“Fylis, you look refreshed.” I forgot Burgess was here, damn it. I try to school my features to appear merely content, not keen on letting him win.
“Yes, the session was enlightening. I’m looking forward to research-”
His palm clobbers me, nearly knocking me to the floor. “Ah, so you enjoyed Jade’s work? I’m very pleased to hear that.”
At the mention of her name, my mask falls. “She’s magical. I- I’m glad you recommended her. I really enjoyed myself tonight, Burgess. Thank you.” Whispering the last part, he leans down.
“What was that? Go on, say it louder.” A dumb smile tugs at his lips.
“Thank you,” I grumble only an octave louder.
He moves out of my way, and I rush out the door with a grin. My cock throbs, excited as I am to get home and practice.
***
Flinging the door open and locking it promptly, I waste no time before shedding my layers and turning the shower on.
Once the water is warm, I step under the spray, letting it drench my hair and fur.
My cock pushes from my fur, and I take it in my hands.
The water gliding between my palm and skin makes me picture Jade’s pink lips wrapped around my length.
A spurt of precum leaps from my tip, and I clench. Too fast. Have to focus.
“I can do this. Focus Fylis. Find the edge, then back away.” Coaching myself, I continue stroking as images flood my mind.
When I find the peak, I back off. I make it four times before my body is violently twitching, and I can barely stand.
“Fuck!” I cry out as my cum paints the wall before me.
Turning the water off, I step out, grab a towel, and then shoot off a text to Jade.
Fylis: Four times, Mistress.
Jade: You can do better than that, Fylis.
And suddenly I’m hard as a rock again.
Falling into my bed, tossing the damp towel aside, I was determined to double my numbers.
I’m a little competitive, you could say, and very eager to please Jade.
Her tight body in that latex suit, fuck, it just might be my new favorite textile.
I stroke myself lazily, picturing the night, avoiding all of the beginning that was not my best. When I fall upon the memory of her massaging my shoulders, my hand falls from my cock.
That moment was incredibly intimate, and I recognized it as a form of aftercare, as I had researched it previously.
It felt phenomenal. Just as good as her hands rubbing all over me.
I shudder at the thought of intimacy being more pleasurable than her stroking my cock.
Careful, Fylis, these are dangerous waters. I have a week to shake these thoughts before we meet again. It’s a contract, that’s it. Research. A learning opportunity. I lie to myself until I wear myself out and fall into a deep sleep.
***
Somehow, Monday is here. My edging practice has admittedly put me in a sour mood. I want Jade’s hands all over me, not my own. As I set up for my lecture, I miss Ada as she sneaks up behind me.
“Excuse me, Professor Thistlehorn?”
As I turn, I’m greeted by the young elf’s breasts spilling from her top. I groan in annoyance.
“I’m struggling with this unit. Could I schedule some one-on-one office hours with you? I would be ever so grateful for the extra help.”
My brain reminds me of my assignment. I can do this. A lesson for a lesson.
“Of course, Ada. I have some time today after 3. My office door will be unlocked.” A throaty whimper escapes her lavender lips as she bounces on her feet in excitement.
“Oh, thank you! Thank you! I’ll be there. Should I,” her small fingers graze my shoulder, “bring anything specific to our private lesson?”
So eager to be alone with me. My cock twitches like a dog perking up from a nap, only to realize… nothing was worth waking for. That’s depressing.
“Just yourself and your textbook. Please sit for the lecture now.” She pouts at my dismissal but returns to her seat. The class begins to filter in, and I take a deep breath, allowing myself a moment of peace before turning to address the class.
“Welcome back, class. I hope you all read the assigned chapters-”
***
I sit in my office awaiting Ada. At three pm on the dot, she arrives. A soft pink cardigan hangs off a shoulder, the buttons falling deep between her pert breasts. Come on cock. Do something.
“Please, sit.” I gesture towards the couch and sit next to her.
Her thighs fall open ever so slightly, so they brush against the fur on my knee.
A subtle twitch makes my fur jump. There you are.
But the fantasy doesn’t match the view before me.
It’s not Ada’s pale skin touching me, it’s black latex.
My tip attempts to sneak through my fur, so I cross my leg, bumping Ada in the process.
Her soft hand lands on my thigh as she sucks in a breath. “There’s no need to hide your natural instincts, Professor…” She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, staring up at me through her wispy bangs. She’s a pretty girl, but she doesn’t excite me.
I gently move her hand back to her lap. “What did you need help with, Ada?” A brief look of rejection paints her face, then determination. Uh oh.
She lifts her skirt to show me her bare, glistening cunt. “This.” I choke on my words and jump up to pull her skirt back down, only to be interrupted by my door flying open, wood cracking against the wall. Fuck fuck fuck.
“Fylis! There you are, I-” Burgess. Thank fucking Gods, it’s Burgess. His eyes go wide at my hands tugging on Ada’s skirt. “I can see you’re busy here, I’ll just-”
“NO!” I shout far too aggressively, making Ada jump. “I mean, Ada was just leaving, weren’t you, Ada?” Burgess smirks as Ada finally takes the hint, gathering her things and swiftly walking out the door, closing it behind her.
“Fylis, you dirty goat. A student?! One session and you’re already a new ma-”
“I didn’t touch her. I was just trying-forget it. Nothing happened, that’s all you need to know. It was a stupid moment that won’t happen again.”
My head falls into my hands. What the fuck was I thinking? Toying with Ada like that to please Jade? I could lose my job.
Burgess sits next to me, the couch dipping and creaking with his size, his massive hand on my shoulder.
“Were you trying to practice edging?” He chuckles knowingly. “You’re a little green to be practicing with someone else. Work on it solo for now, friend. And maybe not with your students when you are ready to add a person in the mix.”
Bastard. He’s right, though.