A sharp, pleasant scent cut through Arabelle’s nose and snapped her thoughts back into focus. She found Xavier’s blue eyes staring into hers.
"Is something wrong?" she asked, stepping back to put distance between them.
"Nothing. I was just admiring your eyes. They’re pretty," said Xavier.
"What? Thanks, I guess. No one has ever complimented my eyes before," said Arabelle.
"What a shame. They’re truly mesmerizing," said Xavier as he stepped closer. Arabelle caught the same pleasant scent again and confirmed it came from him. She had never smelled anything like it.
"Okay, that’s it for today. In our next class we’ll learn advanced footwork." Instructor Peter’s voice broke into the moment Xavier and Arabelle were sharing. He dismissed the class, and everyone began to leave.
"If you don’t have anything else to do, shall we walk back together?" asked Arabelle, clearly not yet finished enjoying the scent Xavier gave off.
He had no reason to refuse. They changed back into their uniforms and met at the gates of the training grounds.
The grounds sat near the southern part of the academy. With the dorms far to the north against the northern walls, the walk was long but pleasant. Xavier stole glances at the way her tightly fitted dress strained around her bust, while Arabelle drew in every faint trace of his scent.
Eventually they reached the roundabout where their paths diverged.
"See you later," said Arabelle, taking one last quiet breath of the scent before heading toward Silverkeep.
Xavier stood there a moment longer, watching the sway of her ass until she disappeared from sight, then continued on to his own dorm.
He paused at the Emberfell gates and studied the house flags carefully.
’Hmmm... Emberfell, Emberfell...’ he thought, turning over the clues Elena had given him.
After a short while he went inside and stopped at the door to his room. His eyes drifted to the door directly opposite—Fiona’s room.
The memory of her soft breasts and tight throat rose in his mind, and his dick hardened inside his pants.
Fiona was cute. Her face matched Xavier’s preferences, and with her huge breasts and tight ass, her figure suited his tastes as well. Just the thought of her was enough to make him hard.
Xavier realized his feelings for Fiona were not as simple as master and servant.
Step. Step.
Footsteps climbed the stairs. Fiona appeared, returning from her lectures in her academy uniform. She looked good in the maid outfit, but right now she carried a different air. Playing the part of an ordinary student, she approached him.
"Good evening, young master," said Fiona.
"When we’re in the academy, call me by my name the way any other student would," said Xavier.
"But master—... okay," Fiona agreed after catching the stern look in his eyes.
They stepped into Fiona’s room.
"So, have you made any friends yet?" asked Xavier.
"No. Do I need to?" asked Fiona.
"If you want to keep your cover, yes. Any normal student would have at least a friend or two," said Xavier. He closed the distance between them, his chest pressing against her breasts while his hand settled on her ass and gave it a firm squeeze. His fingers sank into flesh just as soft as her breasts.
"Would you like to be comforted right now, master?" asked Fiona, a light blush coloring her cheeks.
"Yes. But different from yesterday. Just do as I say," said Xavier, pressing his crotch against her belly and erasing the last bit of space between them.
"Close your eyes. Stick out your tongue," said Xavier. Fiona obeyed, her tail swaying slowly behind her.
She parted her lips and let her long red tongue slide out, already wet with saliva.
Xavier took her tongue into his mouth and locked their lips in a deep French kiss.
His hand squeezed her ass harder through the short skirt.
He kissed her with growing hunger, and she answered in kind, licking and stroking his tongue with eager heat.
Xavier unbuttoned her shirt and began undressing her,
removing her jacket and shirt to reveal her perfect pink nipples. He massaged them gently, squeezing and pinching the stiff peaks while he continued the deep, passionate kisses.
When their lips finally parted she gasped for air. The soft, erotic sound of her breathing made Xavier’s cock even harder.
"It must be hurting," said Fiona as her eyes dropped to the bulge in his pants. She knew exactly what monster hid there. Her hands moved toward it in anticipation; she wanted to taste it again. In truth, his dick had been the only thing on her mind since the last time it filled her mouth.
Her fingers reached his trousers and began unzipping them, but Xavier caught her wrists.
"Let’s take this to the bed," he said, and pushed her backward onto the mattress.
Her ass sank into the soft bedding.
Xavier pulled her skirt down, leaving Fiona in nothing but her panties—already soaked through with her own fluids.
"This is embarrassing," she murmured, trying to cover herself. Xavier stopped her hands.
"Don’t worry. I like it," he said, pressing his fingers against the wet fabric and feeling the soft folds of her plump pussy beneath.
His lips found hers again, resuming their deep kisses as he slid her panties to the side and rested his fingers on her clit, slowly massaging it in circular motions.
Fiona’s hands gripped the back of Xavier’s head tightly through his hair.
His fingers slipped into her entrance, feeling the soft folds inside her vagina and pushing deeper until they met a barrier—her hymen. It did not surprise him. Any woman who had never been claimed by a man remained a virgin throughout her life unless she relied on toys, and Fiona appeared to be one of them.
"Do you not play with yourself?" asked Xavier, withdrawing his fingers and returning to the slow massage of her clit.
"No, master. I’m not such an indecent woman," said Fiona in a flushed voice.
"I told you already—call me Xavier," said Xavier as he increased the pressure of his fingers on her clit, giving her an intense sensation.
"Wait, master, please be gentle," said Fiona between moans.
"Wrong again," said Xavier as he continued massaging her clit, now with his thumb, while his index and middle fingers slid in and out of her wet hole.
"Xavier... Xaviee... please... aaahhh..." cried Fiona, on the verge of orgasm, but she was half a second too late in her plea.
Just as Xavier withdrew his hand, Fiona felt an electric sensation race through her body. Heat bloomed in her nether regions as her pussy squirted strong gushes of hot liquid.
Her orgasm continued for several seconds. Her eyes rolled upward, her tongue fell out of her mouth, and the hand resting on the back of Xavier’s head pulled his face forward, pressing it into her huge, soft mounds.
When she finally relaxed and her eyes came back into focus, Xavier was already naked, positioning himself between her spread legs. His long dick rested on her belly, reaching far beyond her navel.
"Fiona, I want you—not as a servant, but as my woman," said Xavier.
"Of course, mas—Xavier. Please take me as your woman," said Fiona as her lips curved into a happy smile.