Of course she was going to enjoy it.
For the past couple of days her own body had been tormenting her. Now that she had finally crossed the line with a man, she intended to take everything she could.
In her mind, the fact that Xavier got hard for her meant he would become her lifelong partner. She had no idea about his actual tastes, and Xavier wasn’t about to tell her he was already sleeping with three other girls.
He didn’t even have time to think about it. His eyes were locked on Arabelle’s voluptuous body as the heavy curves of her hips and breasts kept jiggling while she finished stripping.
He lay naked on her bed. She climbed on top of him.
Arabelle leaned down and kissed him deeply, slower this time—less frantic, more focused on pure pleasure. Her soft tongue swirled against his.
"Mmm..." she hummed against his mouth.
Xavier returned the kiss, savouring the feel of her full lips. His hands slid up her back and pulled her into a tight embrace.
She broke the kiss, sat up, and sank down onto his cock in one smooth motion, taking every inch.
"Aaah... nnnh..."
She leaned back slightly, bracing her hands on his thighs, and started rocking hard against him. His dick ground deep inside her tight pussy.
It was tighter than he expected.
He had assumed a bovinekin’s larger body would mean a looser cunt, but Arabelle was the opposite—her hole was small and gripping, crushing his cock with every fold.
He relaxed into the mattress and let her take control. His hands settled on her waist, fingers sinking into the soft, plump flesh of her ass.
Soon she shifted, rising into a near-squat. She began bouncing up and down, sliding his cock in and out of her soft, swollen pussy.
Love fluids poured from her constantly, soaking his shaft, his balls, the sheets beneath them.
"Ahhh... fuck... yes—"
She pounded herself onto him harder, no longer holding back the way she had in the library. Her moans filled the room, growing louder and more desperate with every thrust.
"Unngh... aaah... oh god—"
Xavier felt the pressure building fast.
"I’m cumming—" he warned.
Arabelle was lost in her own trance. She ignored him completely and only rode him faster.
He erupted deep inside her, thick jets of cum flooding her cunt. Some of it leaked out around his shaft, but she didn’t stop. She kept slamming down on his hard cock which didn’t lose its hardness.
"Ahhhh—! Yes—yes—"
Every time she bottomed out, the head of his dick kissed her womb. She loved that feeling and chased it without shame or restraint.
Xavier watched her thick ass bounce and her huge, soft tits jiggle wildly above him. He enjoyed every second of it.
Hours passed.
He lost count of how many times he came, yet his cock stayed hard and willing. Arabelle’s stamina was impressive, but what surprised him more was his own. He hadn’t expected to still be fully erect after so long.
By the time she finally calmed down, night had fallen.
"That was amazing," she whispered, curling into his arms. "I could do this every day."
Xavier chuckled. "We have classes on regular days. We can’t keep doing this nonstop. And you’re a senior—our schedules don’t even match."
"I’m just saying... if I could, I would."
It was already late, so he stayed the night in her Silverkeep dorms and sleeping together as Arabelle hugged his body in a tight embrace throughout the night like a body pillow, even Xavier slept peacefully enjoying the weight and warmth of her soft body.
The next morning Xavier left a few soft kisses on her cheek while she still slept, then returned to Emberfell.
He washed up and headed to the common lobby. Elena found him almost immediately.
"Xavier, where were you last night? I came by your room and you weren’t there."
"I had a sleepover at a friend’s dorm in Silverkeep," he answered. Technically true—he simply left out the part about the friend being female and the fact that they had fucked for hours.
Elena looked mildly suspicious. She had never heard him mention any close friends before, but she let it go.
"Have you found anything about conjuring the fire elemental sword yet?"
"Not yet. I was planning to talk to the professor about it on Monday."
"We already agreed we can’t rely on the professors," she reminded him.
"I’m not going to the conjuration professor. I’m going to someone who might actually give me a real answer."
Elena decided to trust him and returned to her room, she still wasn’t finished reading the diary they had found.
Xavier spent the rest of the day practicing swordsmanship and self studying in Emberfell’s quiet studyrooms. He went to bed early; Monday morning would start before sunrise.
Professor Nyxara had invited him to her private lab well before dawn. If he wanted anything useful from her, he needed to stay in her good graces—and that meant not being late.
He woke while the sky was still dark, dressed in his uniform, and made his way to the main building. He climbed straight to the fourteenth floor using the magical stairs and entered her private laboratory.
"Oh good, you’re here. I wasn’t sure what I would have done if you didn’t show," Nyxara said.
She was already waiting, dressed in her usual tight white shirt and leather pencil skirt. Her glossy green hair still looked damp, as if she had just stepped out of a bath.
"Good morning, Professor."
She returned the greeting and immediately began assembling apparatus—test tubes, a flask filled with hazy mist, various reagents—laying everything out within easy reach while Xavier stood beside her, watching every step.
"What does this potion actually do?" he asked.
"Something very important. At least, extremely important to me." She glanced at him. "With this potion, my body will become perfect."
Xavier didn’t fully understand what she meant by "perfect", but if it meant her body would become even sexier and more irresistible, he was more than willing to help synthesize it flawlessly.