POV: Orrin
“Alright, I'm out. See ya later.” Daniel said as he walked out the door to his and Orrin's dorm room.
Orrin paused and waited. He looked at the clock and grinned. Daniel had left just early enough that Orrin could rub one out in peace. The 22 year old college Junior locked the dorm room door, pulled up his subscription to his favorite hot little redheaded half-elf, and rubbed his hands together in anticipation. Surprisingly there was a new video available, posted only an hour ago. Red wasn't a pornstar, or at least not a professional one. She was an independent erotica writer who was more than happy to give her patrons videos of her masterbating or being fucked by a tentacle monster. Even her general, hey how ya doing, videos had her naked and today was no exception.
Red appeared to be in a hotel room. She smiled at the camera and pushed a strand of her flaming red hair over a pointed ear. “Okay, pretty sure this thing is on this time.” She said as she backed away from the camera. Sure enough, she was naked. Orrin already had his pants down and was leaning back in his chair stroking himself. Red pinched one of her nipples and squeezed a breast before bending over and picking up a pair of white panties. It looked like this was going to be her talking while getting dressed. Orrin wasn't thrilled about the clothes going on, but also wasn't going to complain.
“So this has been a long time in coming. I've always wanted to go back to school, but life required I go to work and make money. Then that money was spent on the needs of life. Rent, food, dildos…” She grinned and pulled up the panties, covering her hairless public area and the three tattoos she had. One was a magical sigil of some sort, one was a tentacle monster, and the other was words that said, “use my body, not my heart.” Red stood straight and let a hand slide up her body and squeeze her breast again, showing another tattoo in the soft flesh under her boob. This one was an exploding cherry and the number 14. Supposedly representing the age of her first orgasm. “I could do this without you guys.” She said and picked up a pair of jeans. “You're subscriptions give me the money and the free time to pursue something I've always wanted and never thought I was going to get.”
Orrin was sad to see her stuff herself into the denim, but her nearly perfect tits were still hanging out. He kept beating his meat.
“I'm going to try to keep up the video upload schedule, but I'm going to have a roommate and that might make things awkward.” Red was finally putting on a bra. Hiding her breasts. “Expect some college dorm sex scenes and forbidden student teacher romps coming soon.” She grinned again. She pulled on a white t-shirt and stared at the camera. At that moment Red looked like a slightly nervous girl about to attend her first day of college. She smiled. “Wish me luck.” Then she bent forward and the video ended.
“Good luck.” Said Orrin before switching to a video of the hot little redhead sitting in a chair with a fox tail butt plug in her ass and going attl herself with a purple colored dildo. Orrin continued milking the one-eyed snake.
Deed done, Orrin washed his hands, gathered his things, and headed to the cafeteria.
The first day of any new semester was a whirlwind of activity. Freshmen wandered around hopelessly lost while returning alumni made their way to wherever it was they wanted to go. Orrin choked down an egg and cheese breakfast croissant while heading to the second floor of the main campus. Instructor Velwyn had his feet up on his desk and was playing with a tablet as Orrin entered. The demonkin man looked up long enough to recognize him and gave a friendly wave as he returned to whatever he was doing. Orrin gave a nod to the others in the room. Three humans, a half-elf, and two Tel'ani that had segregated themselves into hornless and horned cliches already. He took a seat up front and pulled out some notebooks that still needed organizing.
Valwyn's Lust Magic Theory was kind of a joke. It was some holdover elective that the school just hadn't dropped even though there was nobody qualified to teach it. Now it was a cheap single credit study hall. Valwyn gave just enough instruction to keep it up as a class and the rest of the time was spent working on whatever. Freshman would occasionally walk in, notice that the class was populated primarily by guys, and walk out. Those were usually the weird ones. Returning alumni knew what the class was and wasn't and it got a few new faces every year. Someone entered and Orrin looked up to see the woman of his dreams looking around like a fresh faced Freshman. Literally the woman of his dreams. He paled.
The redheaded woman was a bit shorter than Orrin imagined. She was probably an even five feet in height. She was wearing the same clothing he'd watched her put on. Red held up a paper and looked Valwyn over with a raised eyebrow. It was a normal reaction from a freshmen's first encounter with the demonkin. Most hornless didn't stare too long, they were used to Tel'ani. Valwyn's horns curved more, his tail was spaded, and his skin was a light chocolate color instead of purple. It was the Tel’ani themselves that did double and triple takes.
“Ah, Lust Magic Theory?” She asked in a voice Orrin had heard moaning in pleasure less than an hour ago.
“Yep, take a seat anywhere.”
Red turned, her eyes scanning the room. She started toward Orrin, causing his heart to pound so hard it hurt. She gave him a smile as she passed and took the seat behind him. Her after wind had the lavender scent of generic hotel shampoo. Orrin tried not to panic. The woman he had jerked off to less than an hour ago was fucking sitting behind him.
“Orrin? You okay.” Velwyn asked.
“Yeah, ah, fine.” He squeaked.
Valwyn's gaze shifted to the girl behind him as the sound of her setting up a notebook and pen gave Orrin the image of her happily sitting behind him, eagerly waiting for class to start.
Valwyn gave her a pleasant smile. “First day is a little hectic. We won't be starting until half way through. Most of the freshmen are probably still lost.” As if to emphasize his point, a human came rushing through the doorway with a “sorry I'm late.” Valwyn gestured to the guy, “sophomores too. Feel free to work on anything you need for a while.”
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“Oh, okay.” Came the sweet sound of her voice from behind.
Orrin couldn't concentrate. He was terrified of looking behind him yet he felt like he should say something. He was also half hard and didn't dare move. Valwyn clearly noticed his discomfort, but thankfully said nothing. Eventually the demonkin instructor put his tablet down, glared at the door as if daring any other late comer to show up, and started a roll call. Orrin had the girl behind him so imprinted on his mind that he almost said, “here” when Valwyn called for Lucy Winthisle. Orrin hadn't known her last name. Just nature-y enough to point to her elven heritage without being poetic.
“Here,” replied the hot redhead in the seat behind him. “But everyone calls me Red.”
“Alright. Welcome to Lust Magic Theory. Technically a holdover class from forever ago. As I have to pretend to teach this…”
The door opened and a head poked in. “Um, I'm late.” Said a female Senior.
Valwyn made a “get in here” head motion and checked off the missing person on his list. “Yes Mrs. Peareson, how about you tell us why summoning a Succubus is a horrifically terrible idea.”
The woman fully entered the room and closed the door. “Succubi and Incubi are demonic creatures that don't desummon after a set time and tend to cause havoc and death wherever they go.”
“Very good. Please find a seat.”
Every head turned toward Orrin causing him to panic only to realize they were staring at the girl behind him. “Lucy?” Valwyn asked. She must have been raising her hand.
“Are there other creatures that should not be summoned?”
“All Abyssal creatures are off limits. It's highly illegal on top of immoral. I'm not familiar with others that are not to be summoned. It would be a good question for Professor Damaris.” Valwyn looked around the room. “ Okay, that's it for today. We'll put more effort in tomorrow.”
“Lucy?”
“I didn't see a reading list for this class.”
Valwyn nodded. “There wasn't one posted.” he pointed to the shelf at the back. “Feel free to check out any of those if you're inclined.”
Orrins sat frozen in his seat unsure what he should do for the rest of the period. Red was completely unaware that this class was a farce. At the very least he had to tell Velwyn, but that maybe meant admitting to subscribing to a girl who basically dished out pornograhy of herself. The bell rang far too soon and yet took too long. Orrin waited as his classmates filed out. He watched Red's sexy little ass move past him and he didn't get up until the lavender scent of her hotel shampoo stopped fogging his thoughts.
“Ah, Valwyn?”
“What's up Orrin. You okay today?”
Orrin rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, sorta. Say, um you know Red?”
“You mean Lucy? Odd to have a freshman right?”
“Yeah, I… I know her. I think… I think she believes this is a real class.”
“Oh? You know what she's majoring in?” Valwyn asked as he sat up and started typing at his computer.
“No, but I know she's a Lust Witch.”
Valwyn paused and turned his gaze on Orrin. He was pretty sure he was red. “How do you know her?”
Orrin pulled at the collar of his shirt. “Um, well. I'm subscribed to her Patron page. She ah, she writes erotica.”
“Well, shit.” Said Valwyn, perfectly summing up the situation.
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POV: Valwyn.
“We've got a problem.” Valwyn said as he sat down in the leather chair across from Dean Gail Elricson. The older greyhound woman narrowed her eyes on the other side of her heavy rimmed glasses, but didn't say anything as she continued typing. Valwyn waited for her to finish, eyeing the useless trinkets adorning the dean's office. Particularly the magical kettle that had been long since made obsolete by the electric kettle.
“A problem? It's the first day of the semester. I don't want any more problems.”
“Well. If it makes you feel better, when I say we have a problem, I really mean I have a problem and I'm coming to you for advice.”
“It does make me feel better. What's the issue?”
“I've had a freshman join my Lust Magic Theory class.”
“You've handled perverts before.”
Valwyn took a deep breath. “Another student informed me that the freshman in question is a self proclaimed Lust Witch. I did a basic internet search. She makes a living writing erotica and based on header context, possibly self made pornograhy.” That got the old Dean to look at him. “Point is, she's here for my specific class. Even asked for the reading list.”
“Well, shit.”
Valwyn made a gesture with his hand. The meaning of which he voiced. “That's what I said. Her name is Lucy Winthisle, if you want to look her up?”
Gail nodded and clicked her mouse a few times then started typing. “Ah.” She said, but didn't elaborate further. Her eyes flicked back and forth reading. Valwyn waited. “Well, she won't be a problem for too long. Her aptitude test stores are abysmal.”
“Seriously? How'd she get in?”
“723 Cult Act.” The Dean said, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. “Normally I'd suggest convincing her to switch majors, but she doesn't have one. She's basically a self-study. She won't pass her pass her summoning class anyway. Doesn't have the raw power needed.”
“So what? Am I just supposed to phone it in. Tell her, sorry, you paid for nothing?”
“No. Help her find the info she needs, provided we have it. Fill her head with all the safety and legal stuff possible. The purpose of the Cult Act was to put those people looking for a traditional education but destined to end up in a cult through enough legitimate practice to prevent themselves and others from dying when they inevitably did something stupid. It's a public service.”
Valwyn leaned back in his chair and considered the issue. “Alright. I'll see what I can do.”
Red's first semester goals:
- Forbidden teacher student sex, preferably with the hot demonkin instructor.
- Actually pass the summoning class
- Shower sex with the dorm floors RA.
- Pull the stick out of her roommate's ass and maybe eat the girl out.
- Spicy college content for her patrons.
Description:
Orrin Velshar has a problem. The woman who's very NSFW writings, videos, and images just walked into his first period class and sat behind him. He might have a crush on her. He might be just fanboying. He might be an idiot. Now he’s trying to be friendly and carry her books for her. He should tell her that he’s one of her subscribers, but he just can’t. He’ll never get laid if he doesn’t.
Instructor Velwyn has a problem. His Lust Magic Theory class is supposed to be an inside joke. Some hold over from days gone by that nobody is qualified to run. It’s basically just a glorified study hall now. Until Red shows up eager to learn. She’s not the usual kid that comes though his class either. She’s older. She’s hot. She may be actively trying to get in his pants. Worse of all, all freshmen required supervision to use the ritual chambers, and Red’s brand of magic is down right pornographic.
Lucy (Red) Winthistle has a problem. There’s only one arcane college in the Northern Federation with a class that has Lust in the name, and it's a farce. She’s pretty sure her summoning teacher hates her. Her roommate is a stuck-up know-it-all. And the TV and Internet lied to her about the amount of casual sex that goes on in the dorms. Turns out the type of students willing to learn magic in a world ruled by technology, are kind of serious about their studies. Red just wants two things. Learn to use her magic and get caught up in college based sex scenarios.
Basil Thorn has a problem. He’s the Resident Assistant for Tower seven floor three. Tower seven is where they put all the potential trouble makers. Triple majors, Cult Act admissions, and unclassified magic users. It's not as bad as it sounds, but there is a lack of female RA’s. Basil’s watching an all female floor, complete with sexual harassment alligations every time he has to break into a dorm room with a fire extinguisher. There might be a solution for him this year though. There’s an older freshman girl with real world experience in sorting paperwork, making people’s lives easier kink, and she’s very good with her mouth.
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