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A rich boreal wood hugs a road winding from the highlands before dipping down into the lowlands peppered with rocks and trees. It is at the end of this road kissed with the hues of dark soil and pewter stone that the Alma De Luna University resides. There were no gates leading to the massive campus, but a set of stairs climbing up to the gathering of pointed stone structures sidling the shore of a crystalline lake. The moon hung in a crescent form near the tallest tower at one of the far corners of the university, while smaller spires dotted the distances as if all reaching toward the moon and stars lingering in the gloom of the night. A grand archway welcomed students into the university and anyone that sought the knowledge held within. Facilities for students could also be accessed by anyone with the ability to understand what they were looking at, and if they could not, then they would be asked by a few eager mouths if a few free lessons were in order. The main campus of the school opened past the archway with pathways leading around patches of greenery. Students and staff wandered at all hours of all species, from the rare human, to the common beastfolk. A few lounged in the grass or on benches buzzing about and sharing in conversations, all garbed in the robes of the academy, and a few wearing clips and pins signifying particular accolades. Lanterns suspended in the air gave off a gentle glow enough to light the way but not bright enough to harm any students at night with eyes more suited for the dark than the light. Some students, of course, simply preferred night classes. Among the calm of the night on campus, a fluttering shape zipped through. Feathers of amber sent a blur across the campus and up a set of steps heading into a building. Many students simply stepped to the side, but a few cursed quietly as the avian rushed through them making hasty apologies. She entered the halls, the wide ceilings echoing with the bird's boot-clad footsteps as she rushed and rushed. Her wings on occasion flapped before turning into taloned arms as she pumped forward with all her might through the halls now that she could see that none were in her path. A turn nearly had her sliding along the sleek floors before she caught her balance and rushed up a set of stairs. Eventually, the student made it to a door down the upper hall where a glyph hung on the door that was simply a form of welcome.

Delumnd's class was about to begin. The lecture hall still buzzed with activity, the semi-circle of desks before him on different levels occupied by students of all sorts. Delmund himself was a coal-furred wolf with mint eyes that seemed to shimmer in the dim lighting of the chamber. His fur curled and seemed to shift shape around his form underneath the light, but all of that stilled if you blinked a few times. A robe adorned his body in the instructor's colors of black lined by gold, a gem of deep blue at his neck. Clawed digits touched his desk as he moved around to the front, many of the students clamping their maws and beaks shut as he took note of who was here and who wasn't. When he saw a particular seat near the second row empty, he couldn't help but smile. Slowly, he walked over to the door and took hold of the handle gingerly before opening it. A mass of feathers and flapping wings hued by black around the edges fell through the threshold, and she would have fallen on her beak if it weren't for his outstretched leg catching her.

The tardy student blinked, wine-colored eyes peering all around before she straightened herself and opened her beak wide. Delmund interrupted while flicking a lazy wrist toward the direction of her seat, "Go on, go on. Take a seat, Miss Avar. We were all just getting ready to begin, so you're not truthfully late seeing as I was just checking the door for something. That being said, you need to take it easy. You almost fell, poor thing."

He didn't turn around to see her feathers ruffle, but he did hear her huff before trodding off to her seat while dusting off her student's robes. Delmund headed to the front of the class and allowed a claw to drag through the air, light gathering as he stopped before continuing on to draw the sign for welcome. The glyph faded and his students repeated the motion. A few of them still struggled with it, but at the very least everyone had memorized the shape. It wasn't a magic spell, but a sign of respect shared among colleagues and friends. The meaning behind it was simple, we all breathe and share in this world that flows with magic. We are all part of that weave, and we see one another eye to eye in that beautiful mess.

"Welcome once again, to the world of runes and glyphs, of signs and symbols." He said with a big smile while giving a curt wave.

The students responded with little inclines of their heads, a few of them smiling and waving right back instead of keeping to such strict formality. He waited for everyone to return his greeting before beginning the lesson in full. The evening went as usual. A set of runes and glyphs were drawn in the air for the students to see before the use was explained. This time, two were drawn by his claw with careful movements for all to see and recall. Vaal and Vaar. When he called for students to explain what each did before he activated them, he smiled as none raised their hands. A good response trained over time with those that knew him. Delmund personally liked to pluck and pick from students to quiz and teach rather than picking out a few favorites that knew everything, and of course, he pointed toward Raya Avar. The late little birdie.

To her credit, she answered without blinking, "Vaal is a contained ball of fire that can be directed, and Vaar is the kiss of warmth."

He clapped once and beamed, "Good! Now, can you draw and activate one of each?"

She frowned at that, but brought her wing up slowly to begin drawing in the air with her energy using a feathered digit. The other students backed away a bit when she finished, and as she touched the glyph a light burned in the air that many of the nocturnal students had already prepared for by closing their eyes, but not much else. The drawn spell sputtered and popped out of existence, nothing resulting from her attempt. When he continued to smile, she tried again with a shaking digit, her eyes remaining determined as she tried Vaar. This time, the runes glowed in the air before letting out a sigh, her shoulders relaxing.

"One out of two is not so bad, but do remember to stay after class for your supplementary lessons. Points for not blowing yourself up and your peers, though." Delmund said with a hum.

While she didn't look too pleased about that, Raya settled in her seat and sighed, "Yes, sir."

And class continued on. Students practiced drawing in the air with their energy, practiced burning through the natural magic within them, and practiced pulling on the life around them. A few students were already at the point where they could think of the symbol in their mind and simply touch the air to cast it. He was genuinely impressed with the ability of those students, and of course, others struggled. None so much, however, as Raya. She had struggled from the first day she arrived to his class, and from what he understood from the other teachers; she struggled in most of her classes not related to herbs and tinctures. That being said, she was making progress. She could draw glyphs in the air without them having disastrous effects, and she could actually cast a few of the major glyphs. And all that she required was a bit of a personal touch.

Class began to clear when the clock hanging above the wall behind the students snapped into place and began to ring steadily. He waved each and every student off, returning bows with chuckles and answering whatever questions were asked of him. In the end, Raya Avar and himself were left inside the classroom. She had her wings crossed, her eyes staring holes into her desk while a boot tapped on the floor. He approached her desk and she looked up just as he reached a hand out to her cheek. For a moment, confusion touched her expression, eyes wide before wincing as he plucked a loose feather from her face.

"Sorry." He said with a sigh, "That was bothering me the entire lecture." He then held the feather up while peering at it and sniffed, "Not big enough to be dipped in ink. Mind if I get a tail feather?"

She scoffed, "Insufferable! You should never ask any avian that without some sort of intimate relationship." Raya then crossed her arms and grumbled, "Let's just get it over with, please."

Delmund smiled as he looked at her and set her feather down on the desk gently, "My bad, should we kiss first?" When it seemed like the joke did not land at all, his smile grew and he added just as a reward for her, "First, how are you doing in your other classes?"

To his pleasant surprise, she lifted her beak and sniffed, "Much better." But then she shifted her gaze to the side and rolled the tip of one wing, "And maybe not as good as I could be. Any class related to actually casting magic has been terrible. I've only signed up for a few courses, but I still struggle to get a passing grade in each."

He nodded slowly and hummed, "Again, you could just stick to what you're good at, y'know?"

She gave him a hard stare that he gave high marks for sharpness as she explained slowly, "And again, I don't want to be stuck on the same thing over and over again. I love plants, I love herbs and alchemy, but I want to actually study and learn new things."

Despite the stare he decided to broach another concern quietly, "And it isn't about what others say about you?"

Her feathers puffed around the collar a bit, but her stare softened and seemed to sag as she shook her head, "No. I just want to do this for my own sake. I don't care about whatever droplets of blood they think flow through my veins."

"We could talk about it, if you'd like." He said while pushing the plucked feather toward her with a finger.

She took the feather up and turned it a few times before flicking it and sighing, "No. I'd rather not."

With that settled, he clapped his hands and several glyphs began to draw themselves in the air in front of her, "Then let's begin your after-class lessons."

Originally, Raya had been part of one of his early morning classes, but that had changed after he noticed she needed some extra help. Raya had been a bit resistant to the personal lessons, partially because she didn't like night classes, and also in part because he had a habit of teasing her. It was difficult not to. She reacted so easily to every little provocation, every tiny poke, and prod. At the same time, he did his genuine best to try and not only help her with his class, but also others. Her protests had quietly died down over time, and now it was more of a ritual to huff and harumph more than anything else. By all means, she wasn't a bad student, and she wasn't even bad at magic, but Raya seemed to have a few lapses in her knowledge and ability that made things difficult for her. He worked to correct where he could and offer advice, even if sometimes that advice wasn't desired, but she took to heart what he said and applied it until her grades had gone from failing, to at least passing. During these supplementary lessons, he couldn't help but do little things that bothered her. Plucking stray feathers was one of his favorite activities, but couldn't be done every single time, but what he could do very easily was praise her. All he had to do was tell her she was doing well in a particular tone of voice and that got her eyes narrowed. Commenting on her tardiness, asking about her family; and in fact, any personal questions got the same sort of stare as well followed by a haughty answer. From what he heard, she was fairly quiet with other instructors and stuck to a small flock of friends. He liked to think he was slowly shattering whatever shell she had, but really it was just for his own entertainment.

When finished with the tutoring session, he pressed a claw into the air and drew Vaal for her to look at. He touched it gingerly and cupped a ball of ghostly fire that appeared. And as it faded he breathed out, "Now show me Vaal."

She drew it slowly before tapping the center, a smile tugged at the corners of her beak as a ball of ghostly fire appeared for her to grasp. Raya held it in her wing for a few seconds before she frowned and opened her beak, "Ah, how do I--?"

He closed his hand over her winged digits and spoke quietly, "This is something from you. It is the life that is inside of us and everywhere. It is a bendable material that you must believe that you can bend. We are engines for these forces. So break it apart."

Raya shuddered but nodded, the heat fizzling between their digits before fading as a set of sparks flowed between their touches. When he simply gave her wing a gentle shake, she frowned and slipped out of his hold, "Honestly, I should look for a replacement tutor. You've been helpful, but you just don't know anything about respect. You look the part, but you're more of a miscreant."

He laughed and touched his chest, "I take that as a compliment. It means I still have a taste for life inside of me. Now, though, I would be sad to see you leave."

She quirked a brow and sniffed, "Sad? Would you be sad to lose your favorite toy?"

"Who said anything about you being my favorite?" He asked with a frown. That frown cracked under her serious expression, her cheeks puffed out as he chuckled, "Of course, but at the same time, if you do ever leave. My doors are always open for you."

The bird kept his gaze for a solid second or two before she sighed, "You know, people say things behind your back too, right?"

"Oh? And what might these people say?" He asked with a small smile.

Raya planted her cheek against a feathered palm and sniffed, "That you sleep with your students and have a lecherous streak. That you show up behind folk and stare so intensely because you're sizing up your next snack, and that you're much more frightening than you let on."

Delmund rubbed his chin and rumbled, "I would have hoped that the rumors would have described me in a sweeter light. Am I that imposing?"

She blinked, "Aren't you concerned about your standing? Is being considered imposing all you care about?"

The old wolf chuckled, "Raya, the rumors came from the fact that I've let students into my quarters before, as well as staff, and openly do not care about who sees. Were some of those cases for sex? Yes. My standing at the university is where I want it to be. As an instructor. If the old and dust-encrusted deans were ever to see me try and rise above my station then there are more things they could say besides, he liked to fuck."

"So, is that the trick to getting a passing grade in your class?" She asked with a hum.

He prodded her forehead and flicked causing her to wince, "No. Someone would have to perform so well that I'd consider marrying them and retiring to a quiet home among the leaves. Any other silly questions?"

She rubbed the spot where he flicked while huffing, "How do I get you to stop being so irritating?"

Delmund tapped a claw on the desk while leaning on it. He huffed loudly and shook his head, "What a question to ask. Your reactions are perfect. From the little jumps and groans, to the ruffled feathers. Really, not much you could do to get me to stop, unfortunately."

Raya swatted his wrist with her wing hard enough that he had to catch himself before he slipped. She then pulled her bag over her shoulder and sighed, "Next you'll resort to sexual harassment. It already nearly is when you ask for tailfeathers."

"Your feathers make pretty pens, what can I say?" He chuckled.

She sniffed and turned her beak upward before striding toward the door, "Until tomorrow night."

Wondering if he could annoy her just a little bit more, he asked with a hum, "If I behave tomorrow night, would you do me the honor of giving me a kiss?"

Her wing froze midway to the door handle before she laughed while grabbing on, "Finally, a good joke. By my magic, I'd give you most anything you wanted if you gave me an evening free of your petty annoyances."

As she slipped out of the classroom and into the hall, his ears perked and a wide grin began to grow as he placed a digit under his snout as if to try and keep that expression from expanding any further. This would be a fun game to play. The next evening came as usual. He got up in front of the class and began his lecture. It was more review to make sure that everyone was on the same page, and Raya had even graced them with her presence on time as well. No one struggled in particular, but even then, he still asked for Raya to come see him after class. These extra lessons focused this time on her other classes, but he made certain to play nice this time. He urged her to ask questions about her other classes, encouraged her on her spoken spells, and left her to her own devices when she wanted to figure something out instead of teasing the answers out of her. Raya gave him strange looks on occasion, quirked brows, and tilted heads as he simply let opportunities pass, or as he corrected mistakes without the typical pokes and prods.

When he was certain that she understood the material of her other classes just a bit better, and as she got up to collect her bag, he asked with his hands behind his back and a small smile, "So what do I win?"

Raya raised a brow before muttering, "Win? What do you mean, win?"

He brought a hand to his chest and lifted his chin proudly, "Why, I mean for our little game. I didn't pester you this entire night. Don't I get something? Did you not make a binding promise?"

She frowned and opened her beak to retort with her wings turning to arms to slam taloned digits down onto the desk, before they returned to normal folded at her sides as she uttered, "Damnit."

"And what's the lesson here?" He hummed.

Raya rumbled, "Words have power. They are binding contracts when made on things of importance."

He touched her desk and leaned in until mouth and beak were mere inches apart as he muttered, "And we have so many nights together for me to behave."

The bird's frown deepened as she placed a wing on his chest before pushing him back slowly while speaking, "One kiss. I made the remark without thinking, but that's it. Just one kiss and you'll let me off the hook."

His ears perked and twitched, his fingers pinched together and grinding as the gears in his mind clicked together. Originally, he had only meant this as a little game, a tiny tease in a series of many that he had placed on her, but now she had offered a kiss so easily. If he continued this game, what else could he get out of it? Such a thought was unbecoming of a professor of this establishment, and unbecoming of a magus in general, but he had never claimed to be a good one of either of those. He had his own whims and desires, and his ambitions were next to none when it came to the advancement of his career. All he wanted to do was to teach and pass on his knowledge. Of course, he also had his own personal desires as well. Delmund took her wing in his hand gently and stepped around the desk as she got up slowly. He faced down her frowning Visage and really took a good look at her. Amber feathers hued with soft gold. The state of her plumage in a bit of disarray here and there with a few headfeathers curling down just above one of her eyes. What did those robes hide, he wondered?

When she tried to avert her gaze from his, Delmun leaned in and brought his mouth over her beak. Kissing a beak was a delicate process. He could feel a firmness on his lips, something that he accounted for as he brought her close and parted open her beak to let the warmth of her mouth meld with his. Feathered digits pushed against his chest and trembled as he dipped his tongue along her own and twisted, pushing further to connect them deeply while his hands wandered. The one at her wing shifted through the folds of her open robes to grasp her sides through what she wore beneath. He began tracing her shape. When he got to her chest he squeezed and suddenly, everything stopped. Bigger than he had been expecting, and worth the sting of feathers on his cheek.

The kiss separated, but he got another squeeze in before he took a step back while rubbing his cheek, "Oh, sorry about that. Suppose I'll have to ask for a peek and something more tomorrow night."

Her cheeks were hued by pink beneath the feathers of her face as she spat, "As if I will show up tomorrow night after that! Just a kiss is what I promised, and I even allowed you to touch me, but not like that. Fiend!"

He leaned in with a little chuckle and touched the bottom of her beak, "I am a fiend, and can you blame me? You're just too delectable. Now, be sure to come back for more of our lessons, and more of our new game."

Raya yanked away from him and pulled her bag over her shoulder while huffing, "You're lucky that you've actually been helpful. If you're going to continue being like this, then be prepared to answer any question."

When she turned to look at him for confirmation, he simply beamed and gave her a tiny wave. She thrust her beak in the air before departing leaving him standing there to drag the claw of his thumb along his tongue. He had wanted more of that warmth, more of her tongue dancing along his own. Desires bubbled from deep within and coalesced into a solid hunger that urged a twitching from between his legs. Just how far could he go with this little bird? Perhaps he was going a bit too far. Disappointment contested with guilt until he decided that regardless of what he wanted to do, he should take a walk to cool off.

The evening had progressed to such a point where most students were tucked away in a class, or in bed. Even the more nocturnal students were either already in their rooms, or making their way toward their rooms. The chill of the evening brushed along his cheeks as he made his way down a set of stairs and into the main campus. A few bats wandered by and waved at him with big smiles, one or two of them belonging to his classes. He gave a wave in return before continuing on his walk. Delmund headed toward the path opposite of the gate and wandered until he reached a bench facing the lake. He took a seat while peering out into the endless crystalline expanse reflecting the stars above. The softness of her body still pressed itself into the memory of his digits, and the heat of her tongue still warmed his maw. Walking had given him something mechanical to focus on to distract his thoughts, but now that he sat down, his thoughts were full of her. Raya had been a fun student to bother and tease, and that was all she had been and all she could be if he simply returned to how things were before. However, if he behaved for just a little bit, then she could be so much more. That binding promise had been affirmed tonight, and not last night. It seemed that she needed to study a bit more. To really make words like that binding, you needed to believe in them yourself, and now that she did, he really did have power over her. His eyes glowed in the gloom of the night as he peered up to the infinite cosmos, a trail of mist flowing from his mouth as he muttered aloud.

"Just a little bit more wouldn't hurt."

It wouldn't hurt to let himself have a bit more fun with his favorite little bird, and so, the next evening went on as usual. A student nearly set fire to themselves, but that was easily extinguished and no harm came of it. Raya seemed distracted during class, her eyes drifting toward him from her notes, and back again. He couldn't help but make note of that, and he wondered if she was thinking of their kiss. Of course, he understood very well that she couldn't stand him, but he still enjoyed thinking that he had managed to make a positive impression on her of some sort. When it came time for personal lessons, she didn't hesitate to ask something of him.

"How do you cast glyphs without even drawing them?" Raya asked.

He rubbed his chin and rumbled, "Well, I don't know if you're ready for that, but explaining isn't a problem. You see, it has a lot to do with drawing it on the inside. You are imprinting it onto your mind before letting the effect flow through you. In a manner of speaking, you are the canvas to begin with. That being said, it takes a good imagination to visualize it, and a good bit of knowledge of what the particular glyph does before being able to successfully do it."

She nodded slowly before crossing her wings, "If I can do that with Vaal, then would you let me loose of that stupid promise I made?"

Delmund raised a brow, "And what would I get if you couldn't do it?"

"Name your price," Raya said confidently.

He couldn't help but smile at that, his hand coming up slowly as he muttered, "Now, I don't know if that's such a good idea. If you lose, then you'd really be putting yourself in a spot. Not only would that little accidental promise spell still be working, I could request something outlandish right now."

She sniffed, "I know, but I've been doing a lot better, and I've been reviewing the glyph enough that I can cast it without trouble. If I can call fire with just fine then that means I'm free, and I'd like to add that you stop teasing and pestering me."

This had to be a joke of some sort, she had to want to get herself stuck in a bad situation, but still he played along while humming, "Okay. Let's say that you lose. Then you have to pleasure me with your breasts."

Her cheeks began to burn with bright red beneath the amber and gold of her down, and he opened his mouth to tell her that it was okay to back down before she got up from her seat and moved in front of her desk to grasp his hand firmly and shake, "Then it's a deal."

"Oh dear." He muttered quietly.

Raya took a hopping step back and brought her wings before her, feathered digits outstretched as she closed her eyes. To her credit, he saw her energy begin to spark to life. Many students struggled with even forming the lines themselves, but the lines began to burn into the air without a physical medium to draw them. He watched, and watched as she nearly got it before the lines fizzled out. Instead of getting discouraged, she tried again, and again, and again until she stumbled a bit and let out a gasp of breath as if she had been underwater. Sweat touched her brow. The sleeves of her robes used to wipe any stray beads that might fall into her eyes before she tried one more time.

Before the risk of her exhausting herself came, he stepped forward and clapped his hands causing her to lose concentration and hop a bit in place, "That's enough. You've shown incredible improvement over the time that we've had our little lessons, but something like this is advanced for a reason. I'd rather not have to carry you to your room because you passed out from overexerting yourself on my watch." When he saw the shaking of her winged digits, he spoke a bit more softly, "You've made amazing strides, but you can't rush these things." He then turned around while sighing, "Now then, as for our agreement."

He was prepared to call it off, to let things return to normal when he heard the shifting of clothes, when he heard her voice hissing, "Fine, this is what you wanted, right?"

Delmund opened his mouth to retort while turning around, but what a mistake that was. He froze as he saw her standing there with her robes split open. Underneath she wore a vest and skirt, and the vest had been popped open to let her supple chest out into the air. She held her wings around her stomach propping her breasts up as a secondary effect, but it seemed as though she were trying to hide the rest of her body in some regard. A frown was planted on her expression, and her cheeks blazed with color, but still she stood up straight in the face of that. Taking a step closer, the sound of his shoe hitting the wooden floor echoed out louder than he had expected, however, it did not stop him. He reached forward and grabbed her chest, squeezing gingerly through the softness of her feathers before digging his digits into proper flesh.

As he groped and squeezed her chest ignoring her most pointed glares, Delmund muttered, "I suppose that I asked you to pleasure me with your chest, but I can provide a bit of help."

"Bastard." She muttered.

It seemed like she had more to say, but she stopped as she watched his robes part. The robes served as an overcoat for what most wore underneath. What one could wear varied from person to person, but for him he chose to wear a button-up under a vest and slacks. What really caught her tongue was when he popped the button from his pants and pulled back the fly to tug down the zipper. He eased his slacks down and boxers enough to show a primal heat that was already growing, already twitching toward her. He pushed further to let his dark sac out as well, the balls heavy with sweat and desire.

When all she did was stare, he asked with a chuckle, "Never seen one before?"

That snapped her out of it, and she answered with a huff, "Yes I have, and does it matter? I don't have a lover right now, but you wouldn't even stop if I had one, would you?"

He pressed his cock to the heat of her chest and rumbled, "No. Now sit on the desk."

Raya trembled for a second before she moved to obey. She grabbed her breasts slowly allowing the curve of her form to be revealed, and quietly she spread them just enough for him to slide his cock through the gap. The pulse of her heart quickened as his shaft hardened further, as it throbbed until the tip was poking out of her cleavage. The way she squeezed her breasts against his member, and the manner in which she began to move made him wonder how many times she had done this before. Did she have a special friend that she had a twinkling for, or perhaps she had simply explored her options with a past lover? With a small smile, he cupped the sides of her chest and began to thrust to help her along. The warmth and plushness of her body, and the sweat dripping between the creases onto his cock felt nice, but he needed a little bit more than just that. His own heart pumped a bit faster as he found himself excited by displaying his dominance over this girl. Instinct had drool dripping from his fangs and onto his tongue telling him that he should be latching onto her neck while buried deep inside of her instead of between her breasts, but this form of submission satisfied him as well because he could see what it symbolized. At the same time, he couldn't help but marvel at her expression. Anger and irritation, a fluster of red across her cheeks signifying embarrassment, but there was something else there too. Was it the size she seemed to enjoy? Or the situation?

Regardless, he stopped and planted a hand on her cheek gingerly while muttering, "Spit on it, and if you don't want me to paint your face you might want to consider using your beak a little too."

"I can't believe that you're actually making me do this." She said before spitting on his cock, the warm stickiness soon engulfing him as she continued on, "You perverted mongrel."

She had another set of fine words for him, but stopped as he thrust hard against her chest while pinching a spot between his digits and tugging. What came out of her mouth was a brief sound that he hadn't expected, one that faded quickly as she clamped her beak shut while he chuckled, "C'mon, keep working."

Again, Raya spat on his dick as she focused. The warm spit, the friction and sweat, and the pressure around his shaft urged him closer and closer. What brought him that much nearer to his climax was the fact that they were out in the open doing this. His offices and classrooms often had an open door policy and anyone could just step inside. He couldn't help but give a wide grin that flashed fangs. Her eyes met his for a moment before she averted them, and yet again, that shuddering disdain and concern seemed to bring him closer as well. Eventually, she left her beak open to let drool constantly drip over the tip of his shaft when it surfaced from her supple chest. Her tongue hung out as well, and he began thrusting harder against her breasts. The tip of his shaft reached her tongue through one of these thrusts, and she pulled her head back and shuddered violently. Slowly, he brought his cock out of the squeeze of her chest. Every swollen inch was on display for her, throbbing inches from her face while she tried her best to look away.

"Drink up, or would you rather I paint your chest?" He rumbled.

Raya grasped his member with one set of feathered digits, frowning while reaching under to cup his balls gingerly. She squeezed both carefully and began tugging his shaft over her breasts. It looked as though she wasn't sure what choice she wanted to go with, her beak hovering over the tip of his shaft before she froze and pulled away. This continued until eventually she got that look in her eyes, that look full of confident stupidity that got her into problems and had been the source of a few of her academic woes. She opened her beak as wide as she could manage and began to drag him into her mouth against her tongue. The feathered hand on his shaft moved to his thigh, her eyes shut as she moved further and further along his shaft until even her avian throat had to let out a gag. Kindness and concern crept up at the back of his head, but she kept on going with bullheaded determination and he decided to help her. He grasped the feathers at the back of her head and brought her close and deep, her beak hitting the curled fur of his crotch as he let loose a torrent into her throat. Pleasure and hunger in equal amounts were ejected as thick heat into his student's mouth. He groaned aloud in pure delight while pumping her mouth full of it until he felt her digits tapping at his thigh rapidly. A sign, a signal that he couldn't rightfully ignore. With a growl, he pulled out and pressed the tip of his throbbing tool to her chest to release the rest of his load. She drank what was in her mouth and throat down, coughing before whining as her chest was stained.

After he finished, the cold of the room began to swirl around them. He fixed himself as best as he could and found a few paper towels to help clean his mess. With a hand on her chest cleaning her off, he rumbled, "If I behave tomorrow night. You know I'll ask for more, right?"

"Will you stop teaching me?" She asked quietly after a short pause.

He shook his head, "No. Even if you ask me to stop this game in earnest."

"Will you teach me how to cast glyphs without drawing them if I keep playing this game?" Raya muttered.

Delmund raised a brow, "I told you, that is quite advanced--"

Her eyes peered into his while she snapped, "Will you?"

Frowning for the first time, Delmund began, "I like playing with you. I enjoyed toying with you and seeing you flustered, and I enjoyed watching you blushing and uncertain of what to do with my dick between your chest, but this obsession with this particular topic has me concerned. What is it? What drives you?"

When he pulled the paper towel from her chest, Raya sighed, "It is about blood. Recently, that is. A few students have been challenging me to duels, following me around and--" When she saw his fur begin to bristle, she amended with a rare stutter, "T-they haven't been too much. No lasting damage, just, I wish I could at least make them shut up. All of them know that I'm just a regular bird with family that can be traced back to some sort of mythic, but I guess. I don't know. I really don't. My household isn't even fancy, and we're not highly regarded either in the public eye, or anywhere really. I didn't expect to talk about this with you." She then looked at him with a deep frown, "So teach me so I can solve this myself.."

Delmund breathed in to steady himself before he reached over to touch her cheek gingerly, "My desire is to intervene directly. Students of mine should know how I feel about bullies, especially adult bullies."

"You're the only one allowed to do it?" She asked dryly.

He couldn't help but smile as he tapped her on the top of the beak, "Yes, and my teasing is good-natured. Until you flash me and make a fool of yourself. My instincts really can't help but take a grab at that, and I have to apologize for it."

Raya crossed her wings partially covering her chest as she muttered, "I'm still making a fool of myself, and I'd really rather you not intervene directly."

Delmund grinned and leaned in while rumbling, "Oh, dear. I won't have to if they play fair. I have an idea to help you learn how to call a glyph without drawing it. Within a few nights, you'll be perfect. Now, would you like to spend an hour or so beginning our new lessons?" For once, she smiled at him as she nodded and he backed away to clap his hand as a glyph began drawing itself in the air before her, "Good, then we'll be learning this, and oh, please button up your vest before I need to step out for a moment."

She buttoned up without even a blush before she placed her wings on the desk and looked at the glyph as it appeared. That's it. That's what he liked to see from her most of all. It wasn't just her little negative reactions that got him excited. It was this ferocity that he could see burning in her whenever she was determined to do something. She had listened to him with this same ferocity the first time that he had explained that he could help her with her classes, that she didn't need to give up on expanding her horizons past the greenhouse. And it was with that determination that they began lessons into a glyph that he was certain would stick with her. A few nights was all he needed, and he ignored the typical play that would irritate her, and the promise given to him in favor of advancing her understanding as quickly as possible. She had it within the final evening, she could call the glyph without drawing it. With a bit of surprise, she would be able to win a duel without a doubt, but as she left his classroom chirping and smiling, he couldn't help but feel a bit concerned.

Duels were held around the school in many different locations. The main campus was one such place as it had an open courtyard with grassy areas that could serve as padding. There were also often a lot of eyewitnesses just in case something went terribly wrong. That being the case, rules of conduct were in place to make sure that students could not maim each other. The output of magic had to be very specific so as not to cause lasting harm for any spell used, and there were limitations on what type of spell could be used. Any student who broke this rule could face suspension, or worse. Usually, worse was some sort of cruel and unusual punishment like working the archives while being lectured on safety every day. Most of the time, all students needed was a little slap on the wrist and to be told to cool their heels for a bit, but that all depended on the damage done.

The main courtyard served as the site for a duel today that not many were there to witness. Raya stood at one edge bowing to her opponent, and her opponent was an equine woman with a beautiful mane and hands that were presented and open as if to embrace her. They both made the glyph of welcome in order to respect one another, but there were onlookers near the equine girl's side that wore sharpened snickers. What none noticed were the flickers in the shadows near a tree closer to Raya. Not even she noticed them. Her eyes were focused on the mare before her, the picture of a model student. Both had forgone the robes of the school in favor of cloaks that hung over half of their bodies. The mare's eyes gleamed like moonlight as the signs in the air fizzled into nothing. Fingers passed through the air in an arc and glyphs appeared one after the other glimmering under the moonlight. Shards of crystallized moon appeared before they fired off starting the duel in genuine. Raya moved as fast as she could to avoid the crystals, and kept moving to avoid the rest. Already the students watching began to chuckle, the mare passing a hand through her mane as she snickered along with her friends before waving toward them. And now, the bird returned fire. Raya brought a wing forward and a glyph appeared on the ground ahead of her. She knew the nature of this one, knew the feeling of what she wanted to get out into this world, and she called it without hesitation. A glyph broke through reality and etched itself on the ground ahead of her and a tangle of vines shot free and struck the mare right in the gut. The mare cursed aloud and would have retaliated if not for the vines wrapping around her body. Everyone stared in surprise, even Raya before she clapped her feathered hands together and sneered. However, her expression began to wane as she noticed the other students. There were a few that approached frowning, a few that began muttering amongst themselves. The mare was torn free from the vines and she uttered a curse loud enough that Raya could feel it. Spoken spells had been forbidden during this duel, but a gout of blue flame lanced toward her as the mare thrust her hand forward and uttered the words.

"What a sore set of losers." Sighed a voice echoing from all around. From the shadows came a figure, an arm growing that cast aside the blue flame to the floor letting it sizzle into lifelessness. All watched with wide eyes as Delmund appeared and called aloud, "I saw and heard everything. Mischief is fine, in little tastes, but this is just unbecoming. Now then, are we not all adults?" When the mare and the other students began to nod slowly, he continued with his arms outstretched, "Then, my friends, let us deal with it as such. There are consequences for actions and words, and so the consequence is very simple. I am going to report every little thing that has happened here and all of you will most likely be doing a little labor." He then snapped when he saw the relief on their faces, "But that is nowhere near enough. Blood rights might as well be spit to me. It has no place in this world, nobility be damned. Whether you're a garden variety animal, a cursed being, or blessed; it doesn't fucking matter. I will make sure each and every one of you write me your reasoning for putting down another student who was just struggling a bit with her studies, and we will discuss it sometime. I do not fail to collect." He then smiled and clasped his hands together, "Do we understand one another?"

The students all nodded and bowed deeply before he flicked his hand and set them scattering. When it was just Raya and Delmund, he heard her mutter, "I wasn't ready for that. They were really going to hurt me."

He raised a brow and turned slowly remembering that Raya had perhaps just been through a lot, "Yes, unfortunately--"

She touched the arm that he had brushed aside the fire with and hummed, "Does it burn?"

Head tilted, Delumd answered, "No. I protected myself."

"How? I didn't see any sort of cast spell. In fact, no one sensed you at all in the shadows either. What exactly was all that?" Raya muttered while looking at his arm from left to right as if it were a strange creature.

"I could explain it all to you sometime seeing as you're one of my more advanced students now." He said with a smile.

Raya snorted but when she looked into his eyes she frowned, "That's a bit far isn't it?"

Before she could keep speaking, he touched the top of her beak to shush her and began walking, "You did something only advanced users of magic can do. Be proud of that. It means there is potential for more. You just need the right teacher and the right lessons."

"And that teacher is you?" She said dryly as she stepped to his side.

"You tell me." He said with a grin.

Raya turned her head away, but he could see the edge of a small smile as she sighed, "I guess it is, but you know, the way you touched my beak there was a little annoying, so I guess the game is over for the night."

He thought about that for a moment before chuckling, "I suppose that means I'm free to annoy you as much as I want." He then touched her shoulder gently and squeezed, "But I want you to get some rest tonight. See me tomorrow, and if you need me, you know how to contact me."

She closed her eyes and hummed, "And here I thought you were going to be a pervert again. I would have let you do mostly anything since it was clearly my victory. The excitement got the better of me. Would have hated every second too."

"Now that sounds fun." He purred.

Feathers could hurt quite a bit with enough force behind them, and he got a firsthand impression of that as she drove the back of her wing into his gut, "Insufferable mutt." After a few seconds, she then added, "Just what are you by the way? You mentioned cursed beings and I don't think I've seen wolves quite like you. There's something weird about your fur whenever you get close enough for me to look at it."

"That, my dear, you'll learn in time. Just keep attending my lessons and you'll find out." Before she could question anymore, he walked toward the lecture halls away from the dormitory buildings and waved back at her while chuckling, "Think of a way to thank me though. After all, tonight this insufferable mutt was your savior."

Though she huffed, Raya said nothing as he walked away. Cursed being, or blessed. Regular beast, or mythic soul. None of it mattered so long as you put in the effort. Talent meant nothing without refinement. Potential could be learned and earned, and even gods could fall. Both the moon and the sun had proven that long ago, and this land was proof of it. Though there was a noble class clinging to their pouches and veins, it did not stop what he believed in from being true. But that was enough of that. He had expended enough energy on silly thoughts and effort. Right now his mind turned to more important thoughts as he hummed while walking alone through the campus. How was that sweet birdie going to thank him? That thought kept him up at night. Mostly because he had an active imagination, among other things. By the time the next class rolled around, his curiosity had fizzled enough to focus on teaching, but he couldn't help but notice that Raya fidgeted every so often. That brought a few concerns to mind, but he kept those concerns pocketed until the end of class.

When all the students filtered out except her, he moved over to her desk and asked quietly, "Are you okay, Raya?"

She hopped from her seat and brought a wing to her beak to clear her throat, "Yes! I was just thinking about a lot, and well, about how I wanted to thank you."

"So you haven't been targeted again?" He while crossing his arms.

Raya shook her head, "No. In fact, that mare handed me a book and said we should compare notes sometimes, and that she would be more than happy to help. Annoying as she is, she apologized personally. Just another thing to thank you for." She then rubbed her neck while sniffing, "I talked to the potions teacher for a bit. Some things I already knew, and a few recommendations on what I should do to thank the fellow that helped me out."

A small smile touched his features as he tilted his head, "You needed help figuring that out?"

"Well, she had a few important things to say and there aren't many that I can talk to about something like this." Raya sniffed

Delmund chuckled, "So, what might my prize be?"

The bird stood straight with her wings held behind her back as she shrugged, "A kiss, to start. I won't slap you this time either even if you do deserve it."

Instead of continuing the banter, he cupped her cheek and leaned in to plant his mouth over her beak. She seemed surprised at this, but opened her beak to let his tongue inside. Warmth dragged along warmth, drool mixing together as he leaned in close and brought his arms around her. He tugged her to his body, and let his heat pour out as he decided to sink into it instead of holding back. Her wings were placed at his hips, her body remaining still against whatever he did. One of his hands moved to the folds of her robes, and for the first time, he noticed that they were sealed entirely. Was it that cold? Dipping deeper into the kiss, he pushed his claws through the folds of her robes and paused as his digits brushed along bare feathers.

Slowly, he brought his mouth away from hers before muttering, "Shed your robes."

Raya began to do as asked while taking a step back, a small frown on her face, a touch of scarlet across her cheeks. Her robes slid off of her shoulders and off of her shape, falling to the side as she tossed them leaving her only in her boots. She kept something closed in her feathered hand, something that she revealed slowly while looking away. A condom sat there presented for him. One wrap for a thank you that was certainly never going to be enough.

While he slipped from his robes, she muttered, "Do whatever you want, pervert."

With a small smile, he leaned in and took the condom between two digits. His other hand moved around her back to grasp her rear firmly before bringing her close, his mouth rumbling out against her neck, "One isn't going to be enough, y'know? Point of no return too. No more behaving after this."

She shuddered against his touch while huffing, "Didn't you hear what I said before?"

He planted a little peck on her neck before breathing out, "Go to the front of the class where my desk is. Bend over it and spread your rear and legs for me."

Without complaint she moved to the front of the class and leaned over his desk, her winged digits grasping her rear to spread, her tail feathers hiked up high while her holes were revealed. He followed soon after while fumbling with his pants. Button, fly, zipper; all were pushed aside and then down to his ankles alongside his boxers as he leaned down to plant his mouth against her presented star. She shuddered violently as his tongue dragged along her ass, as he dipped it inside slowly along with a steady stream of his drool. The condom was torn open and placed over his cock, the latex fitting snugly over his primal tool. His focus then returned to his tongue at her ass, his thumb pushing into her cunt at the same time searching for something precious to push against.

"Pervert." She huffed out, "Of course you'd go there first. You get one time this evening, so enjoy it."

A squeak escaped her as he dipped a set of digits deep inside of her, his other thumb still moving along her heat to push and search until finally, he found the right place to grind against. Her legs trembled and her words turned to quiet curses, his fingers hooking inside of her while his tongue continued to lap away at his own senses and her ass. The condom felt far too tight on his cock, felt far too restricting, and if he kept on teasing himself like this. Before long, he had to get up, he had to rise or else he'd rip the thing off and breed her. Panting like a wild beast, he pulled his digits out of her and moved to mount her. One arm looped around her body letting his hand rest at her chest to squeeze and knead her breast while his other hand grasped his shaft to ease the tip against the shallows of her heat. He pushed and pressed, eased himself into her shallows, and when he felt her warmth kissing around the head of his cock, he thrust inside.

"Gentle!" She gasped.

Delmund considered that suggestion and planted a kiss on the back of her neck before biting down while thrusting in harder. She jolted forward and yelped, her wings grasping onto the desk as her insides were stretched wide. But no, this wasn't right, was it? He stopped. He froze. What he truly cherished about this little bird was something different. Her body was fantastic, but something else caught his attention. She hid her face, she kept her eyes shut tight, her beak pressed to her wing. Delmund pulled out and turned her over to press her back to his desk. Items were scattered onto the floor, papers scattered, but her wing remained over her face. His hands grasped both of her wings to pin them to her sides, a smile growing on his face as he watched her expression. Now he began to move gently, now he began to rock his hips back and forth in a steady manner just to see the shifting of her expressions. Her eyes were shut tight, but on occasion cracked open to look up at him before she tried to force her gaze elsewhere with a squeak. She cursed at him and brought a boot up to try and kick him, but it was a slow and pathetic motion that he blocked by grasping the heel to yank her boot off. He did the same with the other one as well before tugging her ankles up. Delmund then leaned over the desk and loomed over her while slamming deep inside of her, the little bird's expression breaking as she chirped and groaned, moans escaping her as she brought winged digits over her beak to try and cover it. Even these little defense mechanisms were part of the beauty of her expression, her talons curling inward before rocketing out in a spread as he slammed deep inside of her. He could feel a pulsing at the base of his cock, a swelling that told him that it would soon be over, but instead, he kept on pounding inside of her while trying to hold back the pressure inside of him.

What he wouldn't give to be able to breed this precious bird, what he wouldn't give to be able to give her everything he had, but right now he had to settle on showing her all of his lust. His hands moved and grasped in various places, claws scraping through the feathers sending loose pinions scattering. She jolted and winced, twisted and writhed to his touch, her breaths growing ragged before becoming interrupted by sighs and moans. He bit down on her neck and chest, never pressing down too hard but easing his fangs to the spots just to let himself feel his fangs on something while his instincts boiled. He slowed down only to yank her onto her side, his hips moving in rapid motions to send the song of their lust echoing into the lecture hall. His crotch struck her thigh with every thrust, one of his arms holding her leg up while the other grasped and groped her chest. Raya was a moaning mess still, her eyes fluttering, her body shaking underneath his constant assault. He had managed to break her cold exterior to see this passionate underside, but still, he could see her on occasion glaring at him, still he could hear her cursing under her moans, and he only smiled in response.

Leaning in close, he brought himself inside of her as far as possible while planting a kiss on her cheek and a whisper, "Should I rip this condom off? An egg or two wouldn't be a problem, right? Certainly a potion could keep us safe as well."

Her wings pressed against his chest but only for a second as he jolted inside of her causing her to grasp onto the desk inside while groaning, "Don't you dare!"

"Didn't you say I could do whatever I wanted?" He rumbled against her cheek as he started moving faster.

"Anything but that, bastard. Would you pluck a tail feather and ask me to marry you too? Would you defile me to the point where I belong to no one else? Does your depravity know no bounds?" She cried out.

Driven by the lust and irritation in her voice as she said all of this, he drove himself in harder while growling, "I'll take whatever I want from you, and I know you'll love it little bird, but I won't breed you." He then chuckled, "But I'll try every single time. I'll have a choker around your neck soon enough."

Quietly, nearly timidly she asked while looking away, "You've got other fires to tend to, right?"

He kissed her cheek and neck, breathing in the scent of sweet cinnamon flowing around her as he muttered, "Jealous? Almost sounds like you want my heart for yourself."

She scoffed but then groaned as he started thrusting in faster, "Hush!"

Just then, he pulled out of her and grasped the condom, the pressure too much as he yanked it off leaving it dripping with his pre on her chest. Her eyes grew wide as she straightened herself onto her back, her chest rising and falling while he rumbled, "Promise?"

Shuddering, she planted feathered digits against her cunt and spread it open, the dripping pink of her insides revealed while she muttered, "You're such a pervert. If I just stay quiet and do this you'll fuck me anyway, and then the next time we meet you'll do it again. My condition is simple. Put in some effort to seduce me and I'll let you keep having this."

He planted the tip of his throbbing, raw, shaft against her mound and pushed into the shallows causing her to shudder violently. An idle hand stroked what wasn't inside of her as he chuckled, "Deal, now tell me to pull out."

Feathered digits began to roll and press against her mound, her body trembling while she brought her talons up to clench the edge of the desk. He stroked himself, pumping quickly while occasionally pushing causing her to jerk and squirm. Her breaths came out heated and shaky alongside her words, "Just, let me finish first. Grind a little."

Delmund pushed and didn't even ask her what would happen if he finished inside of her. Instead, he kept on pumping his cock, kept on grinding the tip into her shallows while trying his best not to blow his load. A shot of pre caused her to jump, her talons clenching tighter to the edge of the desk while her feathered digits moved faster. Her legs drew up and crossed a bit, a squeak escaping her as her insides clenched tightly around the head of his cock. When he felt the gush of her pleasure, when he saw her legs draw up like that, he pulled out of her and grunted violently as hot cum shot out from the tip of his bouncing shaft. Delmund did this in spite of the fantasy playing out in his mind of his body jerking forward to drag his shaft in as deep as he could, the image of her plump with his seed heavy on his mind as his orgasm throbbed violently into reality. He painted her stomach and chest, her legs spreading slowly as she looked down and marveled at his production. One of her eyes shut as his climax managed to reach her face for just one shot, and once he finished, they both let out a collective sigh.

He dipped a finger inside of her and leaned over to plant kisses on her chest, tongue dragging along her breast to swipe away beads of sweat before he rumbled, "Thought you didn't want me cumming inside of you? That was a dangerous game you played. What would you have done if I let loose instead of pulling out?"

Raya breathed out, "I would have been too drunk from my own climax to care."

Above her chest and below her shoulder he brought his mouth to bite down hard. Instincts drove him to keep his fangs pinched there while his finger dipped deep inside of her and twisted. She chirped aloud and planted her wings on his shoulder to start pushing, her entire body trembling while he kept on biting down until he had the right effect. When he brought his mouth away with a wet smack, he looked down to see a fresh bruise forming, his fangs imprinted just beneath her feathers.

Slowly, he pulled his finger out of her and took a step back while her chest rose and fell rapidly, "There we are. I should be satisfied with that. After all, I was only allowed one time tonight."

Feathered digits touched the spot where he bit as she huffed aloud, "You will never stop being annoying."

Cleaning this time was a bit more involved. They had to fix his desk a bit considering nearly everything had been tossed off. There was also a matter of the bites and stray claw marks that he had left on her body. His hands had gripped tighter in certain places than he had intended, and with a cotton ball and some disinfectant, he got to work. She seemed annoyed in particular at the ring of bite marks above her chest, and swatted his shoulder a few times as he snickered while tending to them. Mostly, she smacked him because he continued kissing her chest and groping her. Of course, he couldn't go in for a second time because that just wasn't part of their deal. Whenever he mentioned this, her eyes would dart between his legs before they narrowed and shifted away from him which was the perfect time to apply a friendly touch of disinfectant to her bruises and scratches causing her to chirp and hiss.

When they finished she bent over to grab her boots and he couldn't help but reach over to grab one of her tail feathers. A shorter one, but still one of those precious plumes. As he did so, she froze and slowly stood straight while he muttered, "Might I take this?"

Raya didn't turn around, but she sniffed quietly, "I suppose you can. Just next time you do this, take me to a more comfortable place."

As he plucked the feather, as she jumped and muttered a little curse, he leaned over her shoulder and rumbled, "Sleep in my room tonight and you'll have that."

A shudder rolled through her body as she crossed her wings, "Didn't I say you'd have to seduce me next time."

"Is it working?" He asked while brushing his claws through the feathers of her thighs.

Raya did not answer, but instead, she leaned back against him and allowed him to hold her there, allowed him to lean around to plant his mouth against her beak for a kiss that dragged her deeper into his desires. He still had plans for how to better teach her, how to better encourage her in her studies, but now he had ideas for so many fun little games he could play with her. How long would this precious bird last before she melted completely to his whims?