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“ food? well, i would never say no to that. sit, sit. “

▋  @bodytorn   ──  ༉     "  ah.  that is good.  then, if you are not busy. I have brought food.  " 

〝  shouldn't i be the one praising you for being so good? ＂ he asked in a low yet amused tone as two digits rubbed tantalizingly against the wet folds of namahage before slowly inserting them in.  he made no effort to move them just yet as his tongue shifted to carefully lap up her bundle of nerves,  occasionally suckling against it with a small hum〝  ₍  ..?  ₎ what are you doing now-? ＂ he asked at feeling the other's digits prodding at his tight hole,  a muffled and strangled moan quickly following once they begun to be carefully pushed inside
            
            a string of low curses could be heard from him with every press,  his back deliciously arching at this newfound pleasure and voice occasionally cracking in small whimpers as he tried to distract himself by resuming his earlier lapping of his tongue.  his shaft in response to this added pleasure hardened significantly more in namahage's cavern,  his thrusts becoming more rough and insistent at he begun to lose himself to pleasure 

▋  @biteoholic   ──  ༉      the little tongue lapping against her sent warm jolts of pleasure doen her spine.  she kept her hips relatively still, hovering just enough to eliminate most of her weight.  her thighs remain pressed to the sides of his head, practically engulfing it.  her own mouth was ewually preoccupied, tongue gliding up and down the underside of his length.  her cheeks hollow out with each twitching thrust he gave.  
            
            her lips drag along each bob of her head, then slips off with a small pop.  her hands, cold and clawing pry thighs apart, her right fingers trailing down the inner of his flesh.     "   good.  keep going,  you're doing well.  "    the praise was low, caught in a mumble as her lips pressed and stretched downwards over his shaft again.  her fingers glide against his perineum, collecting the mixture of pre-amble and saliva onto her fingers.   her intent was clear the way digits danced around the tight ring.  

࿓̩̩̥     dam i meant *earlier-

▋  @horrorific   ──   ༉         she watches with rapt amusement, slender fingers never stopping their gentle massages.  half-lidded, her attention is undivided, utterly amused, and infatuated when he begins to resume each placid stroke despite his complaints.   "   why?  I simply enjoy seeing you squirm,    "    the answer was general, a long stewed curiosity that followed her in every meeting.   her righy hand finally moves,  the cold tips of her fingers smooth over the flushed and leaking head.   her  left slides upwards,  smoothing over soft muscles and slipping under cloth to find shy nipples.    "     are you feeling good, eugene?  you seemed stressed today.. is this why? have you been so pent up?    "    the pad of her index pushes to bud, gently rolling it over.    "   would you like me to help you?    " 

the fleeting hushed tone brings eugene tensing to his seat,   slumped figure automatically sits upright.   he'd recognize the voice in which lingers much like an intimate caress,  tips of his ears tinged into roseate hues. ⠀ “  agh..  why are you─-  “  ⠀the smaller panicked,  free hand making quick but clumsy work of jostled trousers to hide the obvious erection by hoisted efforts;  although,  it's presently t͟o͟o late for concealment.  he's ashamed,  frustrated..  and utterly aroused.  his cock gave an involuntary twitch to her inching digits hovering over his stomach,  performing soothing massages.⠀⠀“  haah..  why do you-  always have to do this to me...  “⠀⠀his hand,  resumed its slick pumping,  breath hitching as her presence looms──heightening the pleasure.

@horrorific   ** mb i forgor

“  mm..   if  you  say  so.  “⠀  she  trails  off,   eyeing  at  the  section  of  books  emplaced  to  a  taller  shelf.   there  shouldn't  be  any  issue  yet  it  was  distracting  her  usually  composed  stature..  ⠀“  i  think  it's  that  book  there.  “⠀  ezhil  points.

▋ @alchemiest   ──  ༉      the smaller was practically light as paper in her arms,  legs draped over a forearm, back cradled to her chest,  head upon a collarbone -- or perhaps moreso a breast under thick cloak.   "  is it?  "  she looks down,   unbothered,   "   then  I will ensure no one looks too long.    " 

▋  @biteoholic   ──   ༉     she takes a seat eloquently for her size.  her hands fold in her lap, and she neatly crosses long legs under the opaque robe.  Namahage barely notices the cowering students, avoiding where she situated herself.   "   i look forward to seeing your teaching.   "   she nods once,  leaning back in the wooden seat with an air of intense focus about her.   for now, the students remained quiet,  so she won't interrupt. 

marius wanted to comment in how comedic it looked to see his students huddling to the opposite side of where namahage sat,  but chose to keep that to himself and instead stiffled a chuckle before clearing his throat〝  very well then,  you can do whatever you'd like.  now as for the rest of you — pay attention or else i'll assign more work for the lot of you to do for today ＂ hearing his advised word of warning was enough to have the students scramble back into their respective seats,  albiet with a small few still moving their desks slightly away from the other

▋  @biteoholic   ──   ༉      "   i thought i should come and see the students in action myself.  Do not mind me. I will take a seat.  It may be interesting to learn too.   " 

“  i so l-love..  your type...  “⠀⠀eugene unconsciously admits out of anxiousness,（he felt rather pressured.） there's a moment of relief once she'd retracted her hand,  nonetheless the realization hits him like a freight truck,   his orifices had blown wide.⠀⠀“  I MEAN,   UM.  “⠀⠀denying it now would just make it worse,  as much as he'd flail his hands over,  the speckled cheeks reheats──her conditioned statement even renders the mad scientist to obey.⠀⠀“  y-yes ma'am..   i'm good.   really good..  “

▋  @horrorific   ──   ༉       how earnest of the enthusiast.  most humans would cry at the thought of being around her more than once a day.  or even visited at night - though that was expected, her night visits were never pleasant.   "    you're certainly strange.  you're shaking, and yet you say yes?   "    she lingers for a moment longer before finally letting go of his freckled  face and straightening up.   "  alright,  but only if you remain on my good side.   " 

an  invisible  lump  is  swallowed──adams  apple  bobbed  for  a  fraction  as  he  attempts  to  appear  less  frightened;   and  more  determined.  ⠀“  y–yeah..!   obviously,   can  we?  “⠀⠀however  his  stammered  response  and  minimal  tremors  betrays  the  front  he  struggles  to  maintain.   even  the  grin  appears  forced.

“  yes,   that  potion  is  harmless  it  shouldn't  be  a  problem.  “⠀  fingers  reached  onto  a  dry  towel,   as  she  began  to  pat  the  drenched  cloak  of  the  taller.⠀

▋  @alchemiest ⠀──⠀༉       "   it's.. quite alright.  these things happen.  are you unharmed?  " 

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“  a͟t͟t͟it͟u͟d͟e͟?   why you little-  “⠀ the blonde would hold back however.   biting back his tongue,   satilvety composes himself,   as his throat clears..   he smoothly recovers with a smile.（forced,   unfortunately.） “  can you kindly return the bag of food?  “

@magistics   ⠀◞／⠀⠀────     "    uh -- not with that attitude, I won't.  " 

@rosenbIade    ◞／⠀⠀─────      "   huh?   mm.. fine, but only because i'd freeze to death if I said no!  ( ... ) what's your deal anyway?  you don't get anything out of this.   "