Continuing the story I began last week on the Tale; a story of learning, in many different ways. Not everything one needs to learn can be found in a book. Sometimes such knowledge requires some practical …
Sexuality is. Passions are. For those of the Realm, the concept of being sexual is as much of who they are as it is the need to breathe. But sexuality by itself is only part of the equation. The other part comes from the passions brought to each encounter. It isn’t simply a matter of ‘doing,’ as one might think. Sex by itself is … a bit bland, really. It is a means to an end, the base need within every succubi or incubi. They could, and some do, ensnare souls, have—or take—what they need, and then move on to the next soul and start the process all over again.
But that isn’t living. That is existing … which is where Adelle found herself. The first lesson Tera taught was that she loved—period; full stop. There were no conditions on that point, there was no need to offer something in return. Tera didn’t love in the hope of gaining something from that love. She loved … because. There was no need to have a reason.
Again Tera asked Adelle: “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Talk to me, please.”
She couldn’t put into words what she needed, exactly, because Adelle couldn’t quite put her finger on what her problem was. No, that wasn’t exactly true: she knew what the problem was, she just didn’t want to admit to it.
Tera’s wan smile as she waited for Adelle to marshal her thoughts rekindled another memory in the novice succubi.
There is a place in the Realm where new succubi and incubi come to learn of their needs. Much of the time, elder succubi or incubi are there to help them to gain control, to find what pleases them most, what they require to fill the aching need they have within. Sometimes, however, they cannot help in the search for fulfillment among some of those seeking it.
At the time, Adelle was confused as to why she couldn’t find her way. She had been with, at least she thought, every single succubi or incubi that had matured, found their ways and learned their paths. She had lapped, sucked, rode, and played with so many of them they had become somewhat of a blur in her thoughts.
On one particular morning, she had found a silver card by her beside: a request that she attend to the place, as she had every morning before. But there was a special note added this time, and it made Adelle raise her eyebrows, and then rush off to the mall to do some shopping.
The walk from the mall was possibly the hottest thing that Adelle had done. It wasn’t the walk itself that made her nethers flutter and dampen with lust. No, it was all of the looks she was getting from everyone she was passing. After all, a well-endowed, black-tailed succubi, her blue hair done up in two long pigtails that swished around her as she walked, was an attention getter, to say the least. The horn-rimmed glasses, addong a bit of a nerdy look, was another. But it was the over-sexualized schoolgirl outfit that really turned a lot of heads, making a few of their owners walk into walls and lamp poles.
Adelle was trying to keep things together as best she could, but that wasn’t the simplest thing. She didn’t have a choice about what she was wearing, after all. The note was very specific. She wore a short-sleeve, button-down white shirt, tied in a knot in the front, exposing her tummy. The lace, black bra underneath was the same colour as her tail and horns; she had made sure that the one she picked was going to make her cleavage look more than delicious—it was going to simply be temptation itself. Every so often, her hands found their way to the hem of her far-too-short-to-be-legal plaid skirt, trying to tug it down a little bit, so that not quite so much of her lovely ass showed, or so too much of a step wouldn’t flash her black panties to everyone that was staring … not that her drooling pussy minded very much, thank you. Her thigh-high white stockings and black kitten heels gave little doubt that she was a very naughty schoolgirl, and the thought of that made Adelle lick her lips and smile. Being naughty made her hot, and Adelle knew that she looked yummy enough to eat. If she was honest with herself, she hoped that whomever she was going to see would … teach her.
Arriving at the place the card summoned her to, Adelle opened the door and found herself in a classroom; perhaps a bit expected, perhaps a bit stereotypical. The room was quite small, really, there being only one desk for a student, one for the teacher, a blackboard at the front of the room, and then, of course, the little touches that only a classroom that existed in a world of sexual creatures would have. This was, after all, a world of erotic exploration and knowledge, so the collection of various sex toys, bottles of lube, a vast number of books on every sexual position and method one could, or could not, imagine, wasn’t a shock.
Closing the door, Adelle wandered about the room, looking at things and wondering, again, who her teacher would be. She was toying with a particularly interesting vibrator when the door opened and Adelle heard the clicking of heels on the hardwood floor. Still playing with the vibe, Adelle turned towards the sounds, expecting to see just another succubi or incubi. What she saw made her gasp and drop the vibrator to the floor where it clattered, forgotten as Adelle’s sex flared in heat and she moaned.
The teacher was Tera, and Adelle couldn’t help the whimper of lust.
Tera had never, not once, looked imposing. She was all smiles, dressed in a way that just looked right for her, and, if Adelle was truthful to herself, she adored Tera being able to do so.
Then there was this time.
Tera peered at Adelle through her glasses with thin black frames, a wan smile on her lips: “Adelle.”
The black-tail was frozen like a deer caught in headlights. The tone of voice the red-tail used was one that snaked its way deep into Adelle, crooking its finger against her clit and making it thrum.
The image that Adelle faced was Tera, her hair in a ponytail, her horns quite prominent against what was, for Tera, a quite unexpected hairstyle. The headmistress look, in black, made Adelle melt.
Tera looking severe and strict was a turn on.
Tera pointing a finger to the floor made the bluenette’s knees weak.
Adelle’s sex flared in want as she sank to the floor, head bowed, hands clasped right above her needy, wet, throbbing sex.
“You’ve been a naughty girl, Adelle.”
Nibbling her lips almost hard enough to taste blood, Adelle whimpered: “Yes, Ma’am.”
She could only look down as Tera came closer, her sensible shoes belying the reality that just above them were a pair of deep black hose, attached to garters. Adelle couldn’t help but wonder what colour Tera’s panties were.
“Black, just like my lace bra.”
Adelle had forgotten that Tera could read her thoughts, and all that did was make her pussy drip as she realized that she had been daydreaming about this. Her need, her fantasy, her want, her passion … was Tera dominating her. Not in a cruel way, but as a teacher to a student—a student aching for a firm hand to guide her.
A hand that was caressing her cheek, then trailing its way along her chin before drawing its way along the nape of her neck. “Naughty girls like you need to be taught a lesson, Adelle.”
A hand that teased over Adelle’s cleavage, pinching one nipple, making her gasp and arch in delight. “We’ll start with something … simple.”
The hand left, then Tera walked away. Adelle managed to keep looking at the floor as Tera walked to the head of the classroom. She heard a chair being moved, then all was quiet again.
“Look up, Adelle.”
When she did, Adelle’s breath caught. Tera was perched, not on a chair, but a throne. Nothing else had changed, Tera still looked like a schoolmistress, they were still in the classroom. But Adelle knew that Tera was teaching her a needed lesson.
Crooking a finger, Tera motioned Adelle to come to her: “Come here.”
It was one of the hottest things Adelle could remember. That short distance she managed on her hands and knees, her eyes held by her Queen’s finger playing with the hem of her leather skirt. The scent of cherries was … divine. Driven by her passions, the younger succubi was nuzzling unrestrained against her Domme’s hosiery, running her hands along the garters, pausing as she felt the brunette’s black lace panties against her fingertips. Being allowed to kiss and lick, to taste, to swim in the bliss of pleasuring the Queen herself was making her cum. She was whining in pleasure as Tera wound her hands around Adelle’s pigtails to hold her in place, submitting to Tera’s pleasures and, in doing so, finding her own moment of bliss, giving herself up to Tera’s firm hand.
This was the second lesson that Adelle learned. Tera knew you better than you knew yourself. She would, if given the chance, show you ecstasy unimagined. The touch of the Queen was bliss, given for the pleasure you wanted and desired.
In the present, Tera was still smiling wanly: “Penny for your thoughts, sweetheart?”
Adelle’s reply out of her memory was somewhere between a moan and an orgasm.
Lesson Two: Tera was passion.
The next lesson would take a leap of faith, and trust, as well …