After the teacher becomes a succubus

The trouble with this full moon is that we are in the palace of Thuttalon.

Whether it is being attacked by a devil lord in the center of the enchantment, or setting up a clear defense here, the movement is too big to conceal.The nearest safe house is also on the edge of Anson Kingdom, we have to leave Tutalon first to teleport.

A few days before the full moon, Prince Rachel left the palace with his lover and went on a temporary trip.The prince, who grew up in the private sector, didn't like to be noticed, so he left quietly and went on tour in micro clothes, which was quite reasonable.

We arrived at the nearest safe house the day before the full moon, and Rachel spent the day furnishing the basement.The preparations were over, the sun was setting, everything looked the same as it had been the previous few times, and there was nothing I could do but wait at the door for the dust to settle.

I thought so until the door was swung open.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Rachel closed the basement door.At [-]:[-] p.m., the door slams open from the inside, and Rachel bursts out, stumbling into the bathroom.No spells were triggered, which meant that he had dismantled the complicated safeguards himself, and that the devil had not taken possession of his body.My teacher left the cage and safe house he had prepared for himself, much earlier than the previous night of transformation.

I cautiously walked into the bathroom, where Rachel was retching against the sink.It had been a long time since he had eaten food in the usual sense, and now his stomach was too empty to spit out anything.I quickly used the scout spell, and there was nothing fatally abnormal about Rachel, except for...a little agitation.As I got closer to him, I saw a sickly flush covering his face.Rachel was shaking and stiff.

He was barefoot, his bare ankles poking out from under his robes.I'm guessing his skin would be quite sensitive during the transformation, and more than one silk black robe would be unbearable.This thin layer of fabric can't block anything, even though Rachel is hunched over like a crouching bat, trying to hide her whole body in the robe, I can still keenly detect the erection under the robe.He was quite hard, and if he stretched out his hand to touch it, he might be able to touch the water stains on the robe.

I heard his rapid breathing a few steps away, his back was tense like a bow, as if he was wrestling with himself.I stopped and said softly, "Teacher?"

Rachel didn't answer me, and I called him not to get a response, but to remind.He looks bad now, like a wounded animal, and I don't want to scare him by approaching him.I approached from where he could see and carefully hugged him from behind.

Rachel's body temperature was conveyed to me through the robe. He was abnormally hot, the heat that patients with high fever have.I held his waist gently, he didn't overreact, so I lowered my head and kissed the back of his neck.

He whimpered hastily, then shut his mouth abruptly, as if startled by his own voice.I ran my hands over his belly and held him through the robe.Sure enough, the piece of fabric was already showing moisture, my thumb brushed against the silk-wrapped genitals, Rachel gasped, and her back arched even more, as if she was sending himself into my arms.

I started to stroke him gently, and he vibrated slightly in my arms, as weak as a bird dying.Rachel's pale toes curled up on the tiles, and kicked impatiently, as if the soles of his feet would slip if he was not careful-no, my hand was tightly around his waist, even if he couldn't stand up, it didn't matter.

My arms stabilized his body, and my palms stroked his waist and ribs.I massage his hard body, rubbing away the tight muscles.Rachel's panting became more rapid, and the trembling was gentler than before. He held my hand tightly, very hard, but he didn't intend to tear me away.His eyes are closed, his eyelashes fluttering, and it's hard to tell whether he's enjoying or suffering.I got hard too and had to pull back a little to keep from pushing my erection against his ass.

Rachel pushed me away suddenly, which made me regret it, wondering if backing off had disturbed him.He lay down next to the sink, took the water from the cup, rinsed his mouth, and spit it out, then I put down the cup under my inexplicable gaze, turned around, and kissed me eagerly.

I thought it was funny to think of rinsing my mouth at such a time, and I also felt a sweet, greasy feeling of love and pity in my heart.I kissed him and stroked the back of his neck. Rachel closed her eyes half-closed and stopped trembling, as if she had been soothed.

He does like kissing, though he claims it's because "kissing is an efficient and low-impact form of energy".He also reluctantly gave in to my urging, willing to play with the mood a bit and close his eyes during the kiss. "That's good, I don't need to see your magnified face." He mocked.But every time Rachel closes her eyes, she has to make sure that I close them first. This kind of vigilance is really cute.

In fact, it's a pity that when I close my eyes, I can't see his nervous look with trembling eyelashes.If Rachel wasn't a powerful and vigilant mage, I would have secretly used the photoshoot technique to collect all these pictures.

The movements of my manipulation are quite soothing, and the movements of kissing are as gentle as the wind and drizzle.Rachel grabbed my arm and kissed me for a while, as if she had slowed down, she suddenly speeded up.He cupped my face, taking the initiative, rolling his tongue into my mouth like licking an open jar of jam.After tens of seconds of violent wind and rain, my hands sank, and Rachel's body shook violently, most of his weight was on me.

He let go of my mouth and started to gasp. My teacher ejaculated just now, and the wetness spread on the robe.He closed his eyes and leaned against my arms, accepting my touch and rubbing.I think he loves cuddling too, even if he'll never say it.

Rachel opened his eyes a moment later, straightened his body, and looked down.Under his watchful eyes, my genitals are erecting a tent majestically, even if I don't bow my head, Rachel who is next to me can feel it.

He reached out, unbuttoned my pants, and held me.

I was flattered, and for a moment I even worried that he just wanted to pinch me because he was upset with me.Rachel's slender fingers wrapped around my genitals, without pinching them down, she licked from head to root, and then began to fiddle up and down.

I've watched Rachel's hand countless times, watched him cast spells, watched him hold the test tube—hell, I don't think I've been able to calmly watch him hold the bottle neck for a long time.This pale hand is slender and powerful, and the visual stimulation of this pale hand flying over my red cock is too great.As long as Rachel holds it like this, I can sprint to orgasm in his hands, and he is still moving, which is amazing.

This is strange but not surprising. Rachel has never masturbated to others, and most likely he has never masturbated to himself, but an idiot would think that a mage of his level lacks the ability to learn.How I messed with him, he fucked me, I was so bloodshot that I wanted to lower my head and lick his wrist.

"If we had done this long ago, would you still leave?" Rachel suddenly asked.

Rachel rarely talks during sex, and he feels that he is "not thinking clearly" at such times (help, how many people in this world have quick thinking during sex?), and should not speak, so as not to embarrass himself.His sudden speech made me stunned for a moment, and when the meaning of that sentence passed through the fog of desire and really entered my mind, I was like a drunk who fell into the water, and I suddenly became sober.

"What?" I was shocked. "What's wrong? What happened... No, what happened to you?"

Rachel pursed her lips and looked at me with a frown.I looked at him and realized something was wrong with him.

"Last time I saw you." He rambled.

"The last time the moon was full?" I quickly responded.

"That kind of negative emotion parasite pretends to be you to torture me." Rachel smiled nervously, "It thinks it can hurt me, absurd, what's the point? You are meaningless, not a necessity, without you and me No problem either. But..."

Is this reason to shy away after the last full moon?

I mean nothing, Rachel declared, evading me, trying to prove it.But the result of the proof is, "they're not you".

Rachel is very strange now, his eyes are slack, his face is flushed, as if he has fallen into an inextricable drunk.I immediately understood the reason why he forcibly broke free from the devil's attunement. My proud and vigilant teacher, I'm afraid he would rather die than face the enemy in this state.