Page 88 of Class Studies

He ran one hand up my bare leg and the other up Professor Garnet’s chest. He gripped the professor’s thick hair and pulled his head back, trailing his tongue up the mage’s throat before sucking his earlobe.

Tanwyn met my gaze. “This is what I want.” He released the professor. Warm hands, one on my back and the other on my front, slid across my skin, lifting Beryl’s hoodie over my head. I rocked against Beryl’s abs, the mage still trapping me in his grip.

“When I arrived at the Institute, my summons told me to wait.” Tanwyn studied my naked body, his face flushed. “And I did.” He captured my chin. “I wish I’d realized we were waiting for you, or that you’d bring together the mages you have.” He brushed his lips across mine. “Power calls to power, Dot. You’ve no control over me or my choices. I want this.” He looked at Beryl and Professor Garnet. “We’ll prove it to you.”

Professor Garnet gripped Tanwyn’s hair like the summoner had his, pulling his head back. He licked up the thinner mage’s neck, and Tanwyn groaned.

The action sparked a frenzy of movement. Clothing slid off bodies, and fingers trailed fire over my joints, breasts, and thighs all at the same time. I found myself lying on my back, with three bright-eyed mages exploring every part of me. My clit throbbed as someone lightly flicked it with the tip of their tongue. Kisses trailed from my breasts and down my stomach. I strained in every direction at once and bucked my hips, wanting more.

“Nope, sorry, bro. I like to share, but I don’t swing that way,” Beryl’s voice cut into the lust hazing my thoughts.

The pleasurable sensations stopped, and I opened my eyes, pouting. Beryl rested on my left while Professor Garnet knelt on my right.

Tanwyn straddled my knees, moving away from Beryl with a slight flush on his cheeks.

“I see.” The summoner rubbed his neck. “This is new to me.”

I wiggled and ran my hand up my side to play with one of my stiff nipples. “New to all of us. Now, everything felt amazing a moment ago….”

Beryl batted away my hand and lightly nipped my breast. “We’re showing you, remember, greedy dragon? Now that you’ve asked for it, Tanwyn can’t lick you again.”

I let out a little huff that turned into a moan. Beryl and the professor sucked my breasts into their mouths, one bitting while the other messaged my nipple with his tongue. I bucked my hips again. Moisture pooled between my legs, and I begged Tanwyn for more with my eyes. He ran his hand down his piercings and across the V of his hips to grip the base of his stiff cock.

I wrapped my legs around his slim waist, desperate to feel his hard length.

With his other hand, he traced the outside of my thigh. “Gods, you’re beautiful.”

He readjusted and, in one motion, sheathed himself. I gasped and arched into him as pleasure shot through me. His nails, digging into my butt, sent shocks of heat through my core, making me tense and pulse with his short, jerky thrusts.

Professor Garnet and Beryl released my breasts. The professor kissed down my stomach while Beryl’s tongue filled my mouth.

Tanwyn panted, moaning as he fought to control himself. Professor Garnet rested a single finger against my clit. I threw my head back and moaned as the double sensation became my world.

“Damnit, ahhh,” Tanwyn’s voice barely made it through my haze.

His dick swelled, and his fingernails bit into my ass as he emptied himself into me, trembling and breathing hard.

I met his apologetic gaze, still lightly pulsing my hips.

“Dude, relax.” Beryl chuckled. “It’s your first time in years. We’re a team, remember?”

Professor Garnet and Beryl shifted, allowing Tanwyn to fall forward. He caught himself on his arms and leaned down, giving me another apologetic grin, before sliding his tongue into my mouth.

Muscles and man shifted around me, Beryl seamlessly slipping between my legs.

“I got you, Dot.” Beryl pinched my clit, making me squeak. “I’m the conductor now. Who’s gonna make you sing?”

“Um…” I said, unsure if I was supposed to answer.

Beryl barked out a laugh. “Professor, keep that lovely mouth busy.”

He picked up my legs and pressed them together, bringing them to his chest. In one motion, he rose to his knees and lined himself up. I sighed as his girth slid into me, reigniting my nerve endings and bouncing me like a sack of potatoes in fast, rough motions.

I moaned, running my hand down my stomach and toward my clit.

Beryl freed one of his arms, holding my hand at bay. “Tanwyn, you’re on clit duty.”

I chuckled, but Tanwyn’s fingers, circling my clit, cut it off with a moan. He kissed my stomach, making me pant and squirm as my pleasure spiked.