Aegis knelt between her favorite professor's legs, her mouth full of cock, trying to explain her Sister Mirabel problem between strokes.
"So she basically—" slurp "—put a light collar around my neck—" lick "—and said she could smell the shadow magic on me! I mean, what's up with that!?"
Nazraya's fingers tangled in Aegis's hair, guiding her rhythm.
"Sister Mirabel? Oh, that woman couldn't hurt a fly."
Aegis pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to Nazraya's tip.
"She literally threatened to burn me alive."
"Yes, well." Nazraya pushed Aegis's head back down. "She threatens everyone. It's her thing. Like how our dear Commander Korvo threatens to break legs, or how our headmistress Valdris constantly threatens expulsion. All bark, no bite."
[That light collar felt pretty bite-y to me.]
Aegis hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder. Nazraya's thighs tensed.
