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The air felt heavy and hot, as Miss B panted hard. The room was dark, and silent, only animated by her constant moans. Zan was crushing her against the bed, dipping her soft body into the silky matress with her strength, pushing the throbbing cock deep inside and spilling lube all over. With a growl, she pumped more cream inside her already stuffed belly, inflating it even more, as Miss B watched with an empty look on her face. She felt the mighty brute claim her, fill her with hot, boiling seed, impregnating her beyond salvation. She smiled, suddenly filled with happiness, as she had always wanted to have children, and soon, she was bound to become Zan's slut, and offer her strong, healthy sibblings...although it felt so wrong..

She woke up suddenly, twitching as she escaped from the dream's clasp. Her smooth silk pijamas were soaked in sweat, and she felt more exhausted than ever.

'A nightmare..' She huffed, as she realised how wrong the dream was. 'Zan is haunting me...no...I can't take this anymore! How..how can she be so strong and so appealing?' She cried for herself, as she cleared her face of a wet lock of hair. 'Come back to your senses, Brigette, you can't accept this madness...you have to report what she did and get rid of this devil!' She tried to motivate herself into getting over her recently adopted sexual adiction.

She checked the watch. 6 a.m., time for breakfast. She tried to get up, but her crotch was aching, surprising her with a wave of carnal afterburn, just as she noticed something on the wall, a huge splash of fluid. Did she squirt so far while dreaming? She felt dirty, nonetheless.

Two hours later, she was sitting infront of the hellgate her classroom's door became. She knew what lied behind it. That big, demonic hunk, with it's huge, meaty cock.. she shook her head, trying to clear herself of any thought. Why hadn't she visited the principal to report the rape anyway? She had do do it after the class, now it was time to teach, and teaching was sacred. Almost shivering with emotion, she pressed her hand against the wooden door, entering the classroom more like a beaten dog than the proud teacher she used to be. She mumbled a greeting, and stepped to her desk, her eyes struggling to avoid the back of the class, where the beast had its lair.*** Zan gulped as the much expected moment had arrived. There were two ways in front of her, and she was on the brink on finding out which one would mold around her life; shame, guilt, prison? Or the beginning of a romantic story? Her peers gave her subtle looks, waiting for the execution.

However, she was relieved to see that Miss B avoided watching her. That's what she was hoping for. demon smiled, as she realised that she was not yet into trouble, the little secret remaining uncovered. Her calculations were correct. Miss B had a serious sexual addiction issue, and now, she was more vulnerable than ever. The teenager knew it was time to strike the iron, as long as it was still hot.

'I have to check the attendance...and pass them the test results..' Brigette frowned as thoughts clumped inside her boiling mind, making her feel dizzy, mainly because they all involved the demon she was struggling with – crossing Zan. Most of the students realised something was wrong by the voice she mumbled their names with. Miss B had always been a vigorous teacher, and brows were risen here and there, followed by suspicious whispers. When she finally reached the last name, her voice shivered, while she looked at the back of the room for the first time that day. Zan was there. So girly, so cute, so sweet...yet so evil. The teacher's eyes fell upon her arms for a moment. They were so powerful, so protective.. and would have felt so good, clasped around her waist. Taking a deep breath, Brigette opened her mouth and the three lettered name was whispered on a shy voice, while everyone watched Zan with confused looks. Only one question was floaing in the air- what did the girl do to Miss B?

'Zan..' She made that huge step, closing her lips, the painful name finally spoken.'I'm here, Miss B' came the reply, the mature woman being forced to watch a long, twisted tongue drop out of the teenager's mouth and lash the air. Her words were like a hot imprint on her body, making her quiver with emotions. Zan knew all this. And she was going to make use of it. And so, for the rest of the class, she didn't cease to tease her teacher one moment... dirty looks, peeks, winks and all sorts of signs, pressuring Miss B in any way possible. Brigette's cheeks were red, her mind was struggling to stay focused on teaching, but her crotch could not refrain from spreading a strong smell into the classroom and drip juice silvers on her thighs. The proud, venomous teacher was falling apart.

'Phew, it's over, at last!' She huffed, as she walked through the highschool's gates, willing to leave that place as quickly as possible. She headed towards the local supermarket to make the monthly resupply, and decided that it was unnecessary to go home and take her car since it would have taken much more time. Unable to wipe Zan off her imagination though, her heart went through the weirdest twist of feelings she had ever experienced. What was she supposed to think? What was she supposed to do? Her romantic thoughts and fantasies died in highschool, and since then she had sworn not to let them run through her brain again. She could still remember what humiliation she went through, due to her mammary tissue birth defect, making her breasts huge from a really early age. She could still remember all those filthy dicks, rubbing against her as she vainfully cried for help, late afternoon in the boy's bathroom...

But Zan...she was different. She was a brute, just like any of the men she hated so much, but she was...a tender brute. Zan was emanating heat, her strong body was like a sculpture worthy of being worshipped, her unholy aura was something so mysterious, so quaint and attractive. Zan was beautiful, in so many ways, she was smart, and evil, she was dirty and ruthless, she was truth in person, the key to Miss B's locked life. Brigette found her own hands brushing against her waist and chest, as she browsed the food racks inside the supermarket. They could not replace Zan, though. They could not replace her firm, manly grip.. A stranger walked past her, making her stop touching herself. With a sigh, she went on to buy the rest of the things, picking the objects absently, as her mind was encumbered with her mighty demon girl.

Sharp curses flowed, as the woman struggled to carry the large bags. 'Dam, I should have taken my car! Thos bags are weighting tons!' She cried, her face going red from all the effort of trying to carry them. And as if this wasn't enough, the sun was burning, making the heat unbearable.

'May I help you, miss?' A familiar voice came from behind her. Brigette gasped as she saw Zan, sitting right in front of her, one of her brows arched slyly. Air abandoned her lungs, as the blue girl took each bag in an arm, smiling at the teacher. Completely taken aback, Miss B had no idea what to do. The final battle between her needs and morality had started and she just stood there, not moving, watching the demon with large, shocked eyes. Zan did not waste a single moment. Posting the brightest smile possible, she pointed her chin at the pavement, inviting the teacher to take a walk. Brigette's legs unwillingly moved, just as the wetness between them began to drip from her panties. They walked next to each other, not saying a single word until reaching the woman's home.

It was time.

'Zan...please...I think you should leave...this is not right. I'm old enough to be your mother' the teacher's mouth spoke, against all her desires. After few moments of silence, the girl dropped the bags, wrapping her arms against the shivering woman and hugging her tightly, mashing her breasts against the massive airbags and squeezing them in an iron grip. Her lips parted, and time seemed to freeze.

'I love you, Miss B' she whispered, after giving the woman an intense look. 'I love you as much as I love the day, the night, the fire and the wind... because just like them, you are a part of my needs..' she made a short pause. 'Just like them, you make my life better, warmer, different, you light it up and darken it, you seed my heart with joy and anger...' She sighed, pushing her lips against the teacher's mouth, extending her togue into a lewd, long, lusty kiss, the bull inside her suddenly falling at the feet of the wonderful woman, falling as she felt the soft, freckled skin into her hands, falling as she filled her lungs with the discrete scent of her hair, falling as her heart began to pump at a whole new level. Did she just say a lie? Or was it true? She must have fallen in love with Miss B.. And so did Brigette fall with her.

'Ngh! So! Big!'She cried, as Zan was sitting underneath her in bed pounding her butthole, stretching her again in a mildly painful yet extremely pleasurable process. 'You're such a hunk, sweetie!' She moaned, as she rubbed her back against the demon's abdomen, feeling the strong, pierced demonic nipples poke her skin.

While her hips grinded the fat, throbbing pole, pussy oiling it with an endless flow of nectar, she had one of her breasts gripped by Zan's hand, and fondled and tugged until it started to leak hot milk. 'Ooh, so much...Brigette, love, you're going to have a short pregnancy if you already leak like this already' she teased her, panting from all the effort of penetrating the insanely tight butt hole.

'Ungh! Wh-what can I do if~ umph, your seed is so strong..' The teacher purred, proud beyond limit to be the mate of such a powerful beast. She finally felt like a woman. Like a real woman. She felt loved, she felt praised and protected within Zan's grasp. It was all she could ever dream of. She yelped suddenly, as she came along with her lover, her camel toe ejaculating violently, throwing juice up in the air as her stomach got stuffed with creamy yoghurt.

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'Haww' she fell limp into Zan's grip, kissing her deeply and lustfully. The demon felt her large, soft ass kiss her thighs as her cock was compeletely inside her woman. She rested a bit, then resumed her pounding, going in smoother and deeper now that the hole was furnished with burning cum. She could feel the woman crumble in her arms, moaning helplessly and quivering every few minutes, spraying her love all over the room.

...and they went on for hours, and hours, darkness falling over the sky, lights closing over the street, until only passion would glow between the fresh couple. Brigette, before losing her breath, made a vow, promising her faith and body to her lover for eternity. As odd as the crossover was, they both felt happy, and Zan would only think about the day when she would marry her. And seal the vow in cum.