So many thoughts and cravings swarmed her mind. Each individual strand was a sweet melody, a distinct taste like a vintage wine, tempting her to partake in their splendid pleasures. To do so would certainly give her a rush, empowering her magic, while spurring her hunger to even greater depths. Lorelei battled against the relentless storm of those wicked thoughts, desperately seeking to fend off their insidious inclinations.

  After spending more time with Rhenia, Lorelei had learned several techniques on how to slowly get used to being around so many horny college students without drifting into an erotic episode. It was a challenge, but with careful and persistent meditation, she could stay focused on what was most important. And right now, that was getting through this stupid lecture so she could figure out where Theo was.

  Lorelei slouched in her seat. A rge bead of sweat glided along the valley of her magnificent breasts, while another ventured fleetingly along the breathtaking expanse of her shoulder bdes. All the while, everyone’s lustful desires fought to distract her.

  Lorelei shifted in her seat ever so slightly, jotting down notes all the while. This wasn’t what she expected. Theo hadn’t shown up to css, which was a first. It was strange, not being near his shadow. She always tried to take a seat several rows directly behind him. Today, she decided to take a seat towards the back of the cssroom, among the higher rows overlooking the room. This way, she had a good view of the main entrance, should he show up.

  Students were packed for the lecture, all of them in fine shape. Most of them were likely enrolled in military career courses. It was easy to differentiate those in the Military career path, compared to those who were in Pathfinding or Engineering courses. Two hours of personal training every morning, followed by two more in the te evening, would do that to you. Stiff muscles, cropped hair, and pyfully serious demeanors seemed to be their norm.

  Those sitting in the back were more normal to her. Less strict, and more casual in both appearance and attitude. To her left sat a tall and somewhat muscur wolfkin girl. Her copper toned skin was firm with muscle. She had bright white hair, rge canine ears, and a thick bushy tail hanging limply to the side. Unlike almost everyone in the room, there wasn’t a single scivious thought spilling from her soul. She seemed preoccupied with something else. In fact, she seemed out of pce.

  To Lorelei’s right sat another of her own kind. She was rather familiar to her, which was why she regretted not picking a better seat. Just taller than herself by mere inches, with a slender agile frame, Amarille was pyfully spinning a lock of blue hair with her pen. The woman was strikingly beautiful, even for a succubus, and Lorelei was at least thankful for her capturing more of the men’s attention than herself. Lorelei was also privately thankful that, despite the other succubus’ beauty, she was cking in one department.

  Lorelei’s eyes darted to Amarille’s chest, then resumed watching the door, pleased. Perhaps it was her blue skin that caused so many of the horny student’s attention focused. That, or men here preferred taller women.

  As the css dragged on, Lorelei’s thoughts continued to drift to Theo. She knew he was only taking this course for tactics and strategy because it aligned with his own career path. That and it was likely his damn mother wanted him to take it.

  That BITCH! Lorelei seethed, just thinking of her.

  Lorelei fidgeted in her seat as the other succubus leaned forward, licking her lips while gazing at the professor.

  Amarille had purposefully loosened her blouse, revealing quite a tasteful amount of her right bosom to anyone looking. The professor couldn’t help but gnce more than once. Her sapphire skin, complimented by her dark blue hair, was hard to ignore. Her horns were perfectly shaped, short and neat; her tail was elegant, able to wrap around her pen with a refined finesse. Her scarlet eyes glistened in the light, like candle fmes over drops of honey.

  In many ways, Lorelei was jealous of her. Then again, she couldn’t imagine suffering from all the attention.

  “Still feel sore, you sad little wallflower?” Amarille smirked at her.

  Lorelei resisted the urge to curl back. She and Amarille shared the same fencing css earlier that morning, and Amarille had bested her quickly time-and-time again.

  “Amarille please, I don’t want any trouble,” Lorelei offered a quiet plea, knowing full well it would be ignored.

  That caused Amarille to snicker. Her scarlet eyes darted back to the professor, and she leaned back, letting her smaller breasts jiggle. Lorelei realized she wasn’t wearing a bra, definitely against dress code. A nipple was just barely starting to show.

  “Your form could use some work,” Amarille chided her while stretching back. Now both her nipples were close to breathing the fresh air.

  “But you seem to know enough about handling a rod.”

  Lorelei scowled.

  Amarille represented the kind of succubus who delighted in her gifts. She enjoyed feeling the temptations around her, using them to hunt for the most enticing prey. This was one of the reasons why Lorelei wasn’t comfortable being around other succubi, let alone Amarille. Had she not been raised in the streets, and for a brief time an orphanage, things might’ve been different.

  Just thinking about the fencing css made her shoulders tense. They were still aching. Lorelei stiffened in her seat, angry about being pestered.

  “Don’t be disgusting.” She tried to act tough, failing.

  “My my, you really like pying the innocent card, don’t you?” Amarille pnted her elbow on the desk, resting her chin in her hand. Now it was ridiculous, one of her breasts slipped free, fully exposing itself, hanging freely in the air. A light purple nipple stuck out, hardening with excitement. The natural plump shape of it pressed slightly against her forearm.

  The professor nearly tripped, choking in between sentences as he noticed her. Some of the other students picked up on it as well. Just as soon as too many eyes started leering, Amarille adjusted herself, feigning a mischievous smile as if it were a simple wardrobe malfunction. Already the maise of sensuous thoughts had grown thicker. It was causing Lorelei’s skin to form goosebumps.

  Sensing her weakness, Amarille leaned in close. “You’ll never get id with that attitude; you most certainly won’t get a chance with that guy you keep staring at.”

  “Shut it.” Lorelei kept her eyes glued to the pages of her notebook. The lusts spilling into the ether grew more frenzied, now that everyone noticed there were two succubi in the upper rows.

  “Struck a chord, did I?” There was venom in Amarille’s voice.

  “You have no idea what you’re talking about.” Lorelei bit her lip.

  “That’s a yes.” Amarille snickered, her tail gliding smoothly from side to side. “Why don’t I give you a little advice. Stop keeping that body of yours all to yourself. Let loose, live a little, otherwise…”

  Lorelei shot her the darkest leer she could manage. Her own tail was perfectly still; its tip aimed squarely at Amarille as if ready to strike her.

  Amarille sighed to herself, her eyes rolled to the side, evidently not impressed. “You really think you can hurt me don’t you? Let’s hope your aim is better with that tail than a rapier. But you should think about this, if you don’t go after that guy, then someone else will. Maybe even me?”

  Before Lorelei could sh out, a gruff, yet still distinctively feminine voice, took them by surprise. The wolfkin girl to Lorelei’s left evidently had enough of their jabs.

  “Could you two please be quiet?” She asked with spirit.

  Lorelei looked over to the other woman. “Sorry…” She pouted.

  “Rex, he’s too young for me anyway.” Amarille straightened herself in her seat, pulling up her blouse to keep her breasts from dangling out again. “I like my men… More refined.”

  “Gross.” Lorelei had never felt more awkward. Actually she had before, but that didn’t matter at the moment.

  She leaned over to the left, happy to see the wolfkin was no longer angry with them. “Sorry about that.”

  “It’s fine, just please… I’ve had a long day already, and both of you are rather loud.” She sighed. “Names Junipor by the way.”

  “I haven’t seen you in css before.” One would think a copper toned wolfkin with fluffy white hair, a bushy tail, and rge fox-like ears, would stick out. Especially since there were no other wolfkin in the css. Lorelei couldn’t help but think she was pretty as well, her face soft and angur with proud cheekbones. Her light blue eyes seemed distant, like she was always thinking about something else than what was going on around her.

  “Maybe not in css.” Junipor sighed, as if frustrated.

  “Huh?” Lorelei resisted the urge to smack Amarille, who’s tail was nipping to steal her pen.

  “Nothing, never-mind.” Junipor shrugged. The flex of her muscle gave Lorelei pause. She had the body of a career soldier, or hardened street mercenary, not that of a student.

  “So why this css?” Lorelei asked.

  Before Junipor could answer, someone came bursting into the cssroom.

  It was HIM!

  Lorelei’s attention was immediately taken. She looked over and was shocked to find that one of his eyes was bruised and his hair was disheveled, but he was smiling like nothing happened.

  Who did that to my THEO! Lorelei nearly screamed out. Her nails carved into the desk, and both Junipor and Amarille scooted away from her, sensing a sudden surge of aggression and fearing she might actually do something crazy.

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