The Succubus Academy of Sexual Deviancy

The Collar of the Teacher's Pet
Codes: Ff, food
“Then what?” Kris looked at me. I had been telling her about my experience with Mihari, and she seemed most annoyed that I had decided to end the story when I did.
“Well,” I said, dragging out the 'e', “Well......”
“Well, WHAT?”
“Well, then she did. Lick me out, that is.”
“Hell of a way to end the story, cousin.
“Oh, but that isn't the end,” I said in surprise.
“No?”
“Well, you know how at the academy, we're occasionally assigned mentors for our extracurricular studies?”
“The Teacher's Pet, yeah.” Kris looked up suddenly. “You don't mean...”
***
“I'd like to welcome all of you to the Academy,” the dean began. “All of you have now completed your first day of classes. I know you must be feeling tired... or other things.” A quiet giggle from the assembly at her knowing tone.
“Be that as it may, we have a few items to take care of before we can send you off to bed... yours, or another's.” Another short laugh. “Firstly, an announcement. Though it is closed this week, as of next week the Toy Cabinet, our own ether-based manufactory, will be available. All students get free and easy access to it during waking hours. When you first visit it, you will get a brief tutorial from the staff, but for now I will tell you that the Toy Cabinet allows you to create any object you desire for a brief period of time. Since we're suspended between dimensions, ether-based objects will last longer than normal, about two weeks in full.
“Another announcement here. It has come to my attention that some of you oversexed demons have been hiding in closets and cupboards to take care of business.” She gave the assembly a serious look. “That's just not appropriate at this school. Please, do that in the halls, classrooms or on the front lawn; cupboards and closets are for staff, only.
“Finally, the parents of several students here were asked to fill out a preliminary species analysis if you are a relative rarity in our student body. Specifically, crossbreed succubi. A number of those parents chose to enroll you in our student mentoring program, where we pair you with a teacher for the years you are at our academy.
“Now, we have prepared for each of these students a package that will be waiting outside the assembly hall. These packages will tell you what teacher you have been paired with, as well as any relevant information about her fetishes.” The dean leered. “I personally enjoy using the whip.”
The students filed out, leaving myself and three other students standing around looking vaguely anxious. The dean looked at us.
“Outside the assembly hall, I believe I said.” We made ourselves scarce.
There was a young lady waiting outside the door, holding four thick packets. She handed these to each of us as we exited.
“Enjoy,” she said to me mysteriously. I must have been obviously surprised, as she relented slightly. “We watched your first Interspecies class,” she explained. “I came.”
“Well... good,” I said, more than somewhat uncomfortable. It was a strange feeling to know that watching me have sex with a tentacle monster made her cum.
I waited until the other students had turned the corner before opening the envelope.
“Dear Binkan,” the letter inside said. “My name is Mihari.” I sat there, stunned. Coincidences don't happen. I read further and found that I remained correct.
“I much enjoyed our morning, and so I asked Dean Judith to assign me as your mentor. I have enclosed a list of my preferences and a short biography. I look forward to working with you this evening; my room is D183, West wing. Your things have already been moved in to my spare room, though I don't know that you'll be using it much!” She signed with a small smiley face at the end.
Underneath the letter was a small silver-studded leather collar, and a note from the dean.
“Ms. Binkan, you are required for the duration of your mentoring to wear this to indicate to the school your attached status. Judith, Dean.”
I frowned at it in contemplation. Attached? I glanced at the packet for inspiration, and found the fetishes page. Ms. Mihari had listed possessive as her primary character flaw. I shrugged. If that was the worse she could offer, I was well used to that. Skills were cooking, teaching, friendly, personable. Fetishes included bondage, tentacles and a tersely-marked check-box next to 'other.'
The other worried me, but I shrugged again. I hardly had a choice in the matter, and surely not even the Academy would risk someone with truly painful fetishes as a mentor. I looked back at the collar, then placed it around my neck. It fit perfectly, showing that at some point it'd been fitted for me, possibly in my sleep. I closed the thing and heard a soft click as it latched. A thrill of alarm rang through me suddenly as I tried to reopen it again. The collar fit loosely, but aside from settling more firmly about my neck, pulling on it had no effect. For better or for worse, I was committed.
I arrived at Ms. Mihari's room at six that evening. Glancing around, I noticed that there were nearly no other rooms near hers. Seemingly, most of the west wing belonged to her.
She answered my knock so quickly I knew she had to have been waiting by the door.
“Ms. Mihari,” I said by way of greeting.
“No, no, no,” she said in a musical tone quite unlike her lecturer's drone. “Call me Mihari, please! This is going to be so much FUN!” She grabbed my wrist and pulled me to her bedroom, so fast that I dropped my books and papers on her doormat.
Her bed was a large four-poster of the size called “king-sized” on Earth. It had pretty purple silk curtains and matching silk sheets. There were pillows stacked everywhere around the room; between those and the curtains, the room had a harem feeling to it.
“Strip your clothes off and make yourself comfortable, my dear,” she said gently, pointing at the bed.
She doesn't waste much time, was my thought. But however uncomfortable I felt with the haste, I have to admit that my interest was roused, as well as other things, and I complied.
“Mmm,” Mihari said, licking her lips. “I'm sorry, hun, but you are too darn cute.”
I blushed, but part of me was glad to hear the praise. I was more than a little self-conscious of my body. I was short for my age; my youngest cousin was nine years old and could peer over my head with ease. My breasts were small with the rest of me, each barely the size of a half-orange. I was not sure what lovers looked for in a girl, but I had been fairly certain I wasn't it. But here was this woman, a teacher at the Academy, contemplating... what?
“Start basic,” Mihari murmured. “Basic... basic...” She glanced around the room. “Too damn dark.”
I jumped and covered my tits and sex as she jerked the curtains back from the bedroom window. It was an unconscious reaction, which I reversed as I saw Mihari give me a disappointed look.
“You're somewhat shy about your body,” she said analytically, sounding more like Ms. Mihari-the-teacher than Mihari-the-mentor. “To fix this... you will spend the next week walking to and from classes naked.”
“But... Mihari!”
“No buts, but your butt,” she said, switching back to the more friendly role.
I sighed and gave in. My limited experience with her had already told me I was out of luck trying to convince her.
“Now.” Mihari seemed to consider for a moment before making a decision. “We're going to try something fun, I think.” She went in to her kitchen, whistling cheerfully. “Now don't move,” she called. I heard her opening and shutting cabinet doors, and the whirring hum of a refrigerator opened. A few minutes later I heard a soft noise, as if she were beating eggs in a bowl, followed by a rustling noise.
The rustling noise was explained a few minutes after that, when she reappeared holding a large paper shopping bag.
“Fun,” she repeated as an oblique explanation.
Mihari sat down on the bed next to me, placing a hand gently on my shoulder. “Lie down,” she said quietly. I did so, secretly relishing the feel of the silk under my butt and shoulder. My tail kinked slightly as the sensuous fabric slipped around it.
“Mrrr.” The almost purr slipped from her lips as she bent to kiss me. Ironically, for a future succubus, I had no experience with any form of sex, beyond that in class. Even that had so far been limited to the one demonstration with Mihari and the various analytical lessons I had been taught. I savored this first real kiss, then opened my lips in surprise as her tongue probed at them. I wasn't really surprised, mind you, but the reflex was automatic. My own tongue traveled out to meet hers as I sucked gently.
“You taste good enough to eat,” I told her. “Your tongue as a Nova tasted like chocolate, but I like this taste better.” She giggled.
“Let's see if you like the taste of something else.”
It was the first time I had seen Mihari naked. She undressed swiftly, business-like, each button slipping off from her blouse the same as the one before it, a practiced motion done a thousand times like a proper succubus ought to have. Her slim, no-nonsense skirt unwrapped faster than it looked like it would. She left her panties on, but I noticed instantly that she wore no bra. She smiled as she noticed my glance.
“Not since I was fourteen,” she commented offhandedly. A rustling noise told me she was reaching in to the paper bag she had brought, and I sat up to look at what she was doing. Mihari held a bottle of honey in one hand and a small brush in the other. Some of my confusion must have registered on my face, because she laughed.
“I told you...” she said, squeezing a small trail of honey out between her breasts, “That we'd see if you like the taste of something else.” She brushed it smoothly across her chest, touching both nipples with a light glaze.
It occurred to me later that it was the perfect way to train someone to lick where you wanted, but that wasn't forefront on my mind at the moment. Right then, I was curious at this new game. I let her take my head in her hands and pull it closer to her chest, where I licked carefully at the honey in the center of her chest. I brought my hands up to cup the undersides of her soft orbs, then licked at the left one.
“Mmm,” she murmured, hands clenching in my hair. “MMM,” she added as I migrated closer to the nipple.
“Mmm,” I agreed, meaning something entirely different. The honey had a slightly tangy taste and was running with the light sweat I was creating in my teacher. I cleaned the rest of her tit swiftly, hungrily, and switched to the other. The moment my tongue left her, she moaned almost piteously.
“Hang in there, sensei,” I told her firmly, before bending my mouth to her other breast.
She had to pry me from her chest when I had finished.
“Lie down,” she commanded then. I complied hesitantly. The hesitation surprised me, as despite my demonic heritage I've never considered myself especially sexual, but something about Mihari brought out that part of me.
Mihari reached in to her bag again, drawing out the jar of honey again and a glass bowl filled with whipped cream. She scooped out a small handful of the latter and dropped it on my breast. The cold cream felt strange on my tit, and my nipple began to poke through as she patted the white mound down. She then reached in to the bowl again and repeated the process on my other breast. She spread a drizzle of honey around each one, then reached back into what I was beginning to call 'Mihari's Magic Bag' in my mind. Two cherries from the bag completed my breasts and her gaze traveled down to my stomach. A small cookie was fitted into my belly button, poking upward and surrounded by whipped cream.
She tapped my legs gently. Obediently I spread my legs wide, then hissed in surprise as she pulled a large, nearly ten-inch long candy cane from her bag. The plastic wrapper was peeled off of it, and a large ring was tightened around the middle, so that only five inches of it fit inside my cunt. I began to writhe as it entered, only to have her tell me not to move.
Mihari spread the whipped cream all around my thighs and pubic mound, clearly taking full advantage of my habit of shaving. Soon my groin looked like a pure white fluffy triangle with a red and white pole sticking out of the middle of it. She sprinkled little chocolate chips around the area, then reached in to her bag again. Three more cherries went around the candy cane, then the entire thing was swirled with honey. A final trail of chocolate wrapped my tits, belly button and cunt in dark outlines of the treasures hidden beneath.
“You look good enough to eat, too,” Mihari told me. I blushed again, then moaned as she bent to the first tit-cream mound. She ate through it teasingly, swirling her tongue around in circles as she cleared the cream meticulously from it, before turning her attention to my nipple, covered by the last holdout of whipped cream and the cherry.
“I've taken your cherry,” she murmured humorously as she ate it. Her hot breath swam around the ring and cone, somehow more sensitive than I had ever felt it before. She didn't touch the nipple itself with her tongue, however, ignoring it to turn her attention to my other breast. It too was cleared but the nipple was frustratingly ignored.
“Mmm!” I said hotly.
“Heh.” She gave me a teasing look that the whipped cream around her mouth only made more frustrating, then bent to the cookie at my stomach. A few short moments later, it too had vanished. I expected a similar treatment to be given to my cunt, thrusting it gently upward at her suggestively. She only chuckled again, then stripped off her panties above my face. I watched it lower and faced a moment of crisis. Did she really expect me to...?
She did, in fact; her hips twitched slightly as her cunt reached within an inch of my face. I debated with myself, but only a moment. Perhaps if I did this, she'd give me release. I was hot enough now that the cream between my legs was melting freely, mingling with my own flowing juices.
Her cunt was spread and fluttering slowly with her own arousal. She wasn't shaved, but the pubic hair was carefully trimmed to a neat triangle. I licked at the descending pink slowly, recalling stories from my cousins about their own explorations. I had never been interested enough to take them up on the numerous offers to educate me, a fact which I now regretted as I was totally unsure what to do.
A moan from my teacher told me I was doing the right thing, however. Encouraged, I did it again, and another moan, with a hiss, reached my ears. She let herself slide down to rest on my stomach, leaving her cunt above me and bending her own head to the no-longer-whipped cream and candy cane. I felt rather than saw the cherries disappear, then gasped in to her pussy as her tongue touched around the lips of my slit.
Feeling what she was doing, I mimicked the process on her, running my tongue around her cunt as gently as possible. I was rewarded by her own gasp, and took the initiative, slipping my tongue directly into her hole. I flicked my tongue up and down, then slid it out to run up to her clit. After several times of doing this, I was suddenly struck by a thought. Wrapping my tongue around her clit, I sucked on it, as if it were a tiny penis. A shriek of passion ripped from my teachers throat then, and she began to lap at my cunt desperately as I brought her closer and closer to climax. My own orgasm was fast approaching from her ministrations and I moved even faster.
We came together, each of us shivering with the force of our mutual cum. The room was filled with moans and sobs as our continued efforts brought us to a second, then a third orgasm.
We lay gasping then. She had rolled off me after the third, still with her head by my legs.
“What?” I gasped as I heard something.
“I said, that was even better than I thought it would be.”
“Good.” I closed my eyes slightly. Then a thought occurred to me. “What's the candy cane for?”
In answer, I felt it slip from between my legs and saw the end that hadn't been in me slip between her own pussy lips.
“Desert,” she said meaningfully.
***
“Kris, stop playing with my tail,” I said with forced calm.
“I'm sorry, but you are too darn cute,” Kris replied with a smile, consciously echoing Mihari's previous words. “You've gotten me so hot, and I know you know how to lick.”
With a resigned sigh, I knelt, my tail still held between her hands. It was going to be a long year, I thought to myself, if my story provoked this response in everyone. If nothing else, I'd have lots of experience.