"...in this dimension, the apex predator of the Wasteland is the Deathclaw, a powerful lizard creature mutated from Jackson Chameleons."
The Self Defense and Survival teacher, Marco Diaz lectured in front of his 10th grade class of a few dozen students who sat at their desks at varying states of attention, from listening closely while diligently writing notes to laying their heads flat on their desks snoring. As if everyone was listening, Marco kept speaking and walking in front of his magically projected 3D hologram of a tall, bipedal reptilian creature with craggy dark tan skin, a broad jagged jaw, curved bull-like horns, and claws as long as its forearms.
"A thick armor-like hide encompasses most of its body. And these claws right here? The ones as long as swords? 's where it got the name. They're an invasive, hostile, and territorial species, so killing them would do more good than harm. But we can't begin to think about how to kill them without first learning how to hurt them."
The 3D hologram projected from a machine above the whiteboard shifted to smaller models of various ranged weapons and munitions.
"Very few weapons short of a .50 caliber round or a missile can pierce their armor. That's why locals typically use explosives or even Anti-Materiel Rifles when dealing with them."
Among all the students in the lecture hall, one of their hands stood above the heads of the rest. Marco's eyes and meter stick leveled towards it.
"Yes, Mariposa?" Marco addressed the young latina who was his younger sister.
"Mar- uh, I mean, Mr. Diaz. Have you ever killed one before?"
Marco pondered for a moment. "Only the young ones. Their armor hasn't fully developed yet, so smaller calibers were efffective."
"What about a fully grown adult?" A student sitting next to Mariposa blurted out without raising her hand. She was a purple haired monster/mewman hybrid with marks on her cheeks similar to another student in the class.
The teacher shook his head. "No. If anything I came close to getting killed by one. I was just lucky enough to have mines and grenades on me. And please Meteora, raise your hand next time."
A quiet murmur rose among the students in class, with comments expressing surprise at Marco encountering a hostile creature without killing it.
Marco was about to say something when his attention immediately became fixated on the front row of his class. Specifically a student who stood out among the rest of the females wearing the same thin white blouse and red plaid skirt. One who had her own reasons to sit on the front that weren't completely academic.
Star Butterfly was sitting directly in front of Marco, biting her lip and fluttering her eyelashes at him while she spread her legs, hand under her plaid skirt, running a finger up and down her white panty covered crotch.
Marco rolled his eyes, continuing where he left off.
"Anyways, these things are not to be treated lightly. One swing of their arms is all it takes to turn you into mincemeat, so getting close is out of the question. And to make matters worse, they're almost always in packs. If you see one, chances are, there's at least three more not too far away."
Marco's eyes jumped to Star again when she pulled her panties aside and spread her lower lips open, showing her teacher a familiar and tantalizing sight. Then in an instant, she was three knuckles deep, slow-stroking into herself while keeping the solid lock between her and Marco's eyes. Suddenly his gray slacks became tighter and he thanked his lucky stars his pants were strong enough to hide the tent he could've been pitching.
Even with the raging erection in his pants, the man cleared his throat and kept going. When another student raised their hand, Marco found instant relief.
"Yes, Kelly? Do you have a question?" He called out to the slender, bespeckled dark skinned girl with blooming, tree-like hair.
"Mr. Diaz, is there anything in the way of melee weapons that could hurt these creatures?"
Marco's finger snapped towards the young girl. There came a noticeable rise in his voice as he responded.
"Well I'm glad you asked!" Marco said as he went behind his desk and pulled out a long, slender sword.
It had a thinly shaped, dark gray blade with a pale blue glow surrounding it while standing atop a hiltless handle long enough to fit two hands. When he turned back to his class, his attention returned once again to Star.
Star's mouth fell very slightly agape, opening and closing slightly at unusually fast intervals. Marco only needed to see that her right hand was under her desk and her bicep shifted side to side. Her fingers danced atop her pussy, right on her clit. Despite her making nary a sound, Marco can hear the moans coming out of her mouth vividly.
"STAR!" Marco called out loud enough to force the few sleeping students to jump in their seats, blinking wide-eyed.
Star jumped herself, her hands immediately raised in the air as if Marco pointed the sword right at her.
"Ms. Butterfly, do you wanna take a shot at what this is?"
At that moment, Star's face would definitely show up in a dictionary for the word "horrified". What little color there was drained from her face. All eyes were suddenly on her like daggers on the verge of piercing her skin.
"It's uh… a sword isn't it?"
"Yes, but what kind is it?" Marco pressed further, his eyes narrowed on the girl.
Star cleared her throat before her wide blue eyes kept on staring blankly ahead. Her prolonged silence only served to dig her grave deeper.
"Er… I-I dunno…" Star rested her hands on her lap, before her gaze followed.
Another hand shot up in the air following Star's blunder.
"That's a High Frequency Blade!" Answered a short-haired redheaded girl with freckles on her pale cheeks.
"Good job, Higgs!" Marco praised.
"This High Frequency Blade is one of those that uses advanced tech to make the blade vibrate at high speeds to cut things a thousand percent more efficiently than your average sword. Including Deathclaws."
He put the sword back in its sheath and sat back at his desk.
"Please say we get to use it." Kelly blurted out, her eyes filling the lens of her glasses as she stood up.
"In time." Marco said plainly Kelly sat back down, seemingly deflated by the response.
"But definitely not on Deathclaws. It'd be a death wish to get up close and I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something happened to any of you. Also, please raise your hand before saying something, Kelly."
"Oops. Sorry…"
"That's fine. Before we get to work, does anyone have any more questions? Comments? Concerns?"
For several minutes, there was silence. Marco scanned the entire classroom, waiting to see if another question would pop up. So far, none stepped up again.
"Alright then. Now just open your workbooks and turn to page 38. Complete the multiple choice questions as well as the written portions on pages 39-41. As always, if you finish early, use that free time to study the chapter for the quiz this Friday."
As every book in each desk flipped open, Marco looked at Star, with his gaze remaining no lower than her face. He caught her writing furiously on her workbook while her lips were pursed and her brows furrowed. Marco couldn't contain his smile.
Truth be told, despite how well he carried himself earlier, he failed to resist flashing back to Star, playing with herself during his lecture and in clear view of him. The itch beneath his pants gnawed deeper every second. He held onto a pencil, the writing end gliding aimlessly across a sheet of blank paper as to maintain an illusion of productivity. In reality, he was buying time before the period ended so that he could take his mind off of it with some food and grading work.
Judging by the way his hand was also under the desk and his arm shifting back and forth, she had him right where she wanted him. His erection hugged his thigh, fully at about halfway down his thigh. His hand idly climbed up and down it, scrounging any morsel of relief from his silent torture. 15 minutes turned into an eternity. Lunch time seemed so close yet it looked like it was in a different universe.
The loud, ringing bell felt like a signal for all the tension built up in Marco's body to instantly fall away. His noisy stomach and sudden fatigue gave him permission to rest, which Marco indulged immediately by slumping backwards into his chair.
"And remember to keep reading up on Irradiated Abominations for Friday's quiz. Also, don't forget next week's trip to Dimension T51B. Get those permission slips signed by this Friday also!"
Once the very last student stepped out of the classroom, the door closed shut behind them, leaving Marco in an empty, silent classroom. He opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a cube-shaped bag with a sling attached to it. He undid the zipper near the very top of its flat body and pulled out some tupperware with some leftover spaghetti from the previous night's dinner.
With a plastic fork in one hand and a pen on the other to grade turned in workbooks, Marco sought to slay two dragons with one sword. With every paper graded, he took a bite of spaghetti. Grade. Bite. Grade. Bite. After 5 years going along with this rhythm, it's become as easy as breathing for him.
The elongated creaking and subsequent swinging open of the door grabbed Marco's attention while he was chewing, leaving a single noodle to hang off his lips.
"Hiii Marco…" Greeted Star with an extended rise to her voice as her head popped into the room.
"Shtah." Spaghetti still filled Marco's mouth before he quickly gulped it down.
"How long have we attended this school again?" Marco sighed heavily. "Still haven't learned what to call me when we're on school grounds?"
"Aaand how long have we known each other?" Star snapped back. She tapped her chin while her baby blue eyes looked up. "Let's see. My whole life and half of yours versus like… a year, give or take? Which do ya think I'm more used to, huh? Besides, it's lunch time."
Marco let his pen and his fork drop softly in their places before crossing his arms.
"Regardless, we need to keep things professional and appropriate. Unlike how you were earlier…" Marco's gaze veered off and his voice lowered at that last part.
"Hey, you know you loved it!" Star pointed accusingly. "I saw how hard you got. The way it gave you pause. Don't deny it."
"Still. You can't be pulling stunts like that so often and so brazenly. What if someone caught you?"
"Please, no one saw it but you, naturally. So can I hang in here again?"
"You may, but please let me eat my food and grade these workbooks in peace, okay?" Marco huffed, picking his pen and fork back up to resume his earlier activities.
"Fiiiiine. Mr. Diaz." Star's voice lowered at the call of her teacher's name, accompanying it with a flirtatious fluttering of her eyelashes.
Right as Marco was about to continue, Star barged into his personal space, moved one of his arms aside and plopped herself right on his lap.
"Seriously?"
"Whaaat?" Star eyed Marco in faux innocence. "I'm letting you eat in peace, aren't I? And besides, you owe me for the embarrassment earlier."
"I owe you nothing and you'll get even less."
"Hmph." Star pouted, puffing her heart-marked cheeks and crossing her arms as she reclined against Marco's chest.
Despite one of his students sitting on his lap, Marco finished grading his papers in a matter of minutes, leaving only his spaghetti to finish. He looked up at the clock on the wall. He checked his watch. Then he checked his phone before putting it back down.
"You've eaten already, right?" Marco asked.
"Yup. But a girl could use another bite." Star answered, Marco's spaghetti in her sights.
"Do you-"
"Yes, please."
Marco twirled his plastic fork, gathering some sauce covered noodles and bringing it to her lips like she was a baby. She happily slurped up every noodle.
"Mmm, this is your mom's isn't it?" She said while licking sauce off her lips.
"Yeah." Marco said as he stabbed his food again.
"Wait." Star said, holding Marco's hand.
"What?"
Star looked down for a moment. "Can I do it?"
"Do what?"
"Give you the next bite."
"You mean feed me?"
"Yeah."
Marco said nothing. He simply rested his cheek on his hand as he looked at Star, who peered at him with a raised upper lip and big eyes like she was a puppy.
Marco was normally a firm, stoic man, but even he wasn't cold enough to deny a face like that.
"Alright. You can." Marco relented.
"Yay!"
Star spun around on his lap, meeting him eye to eye and straddling his hips. He handed her the plastic container and fork.
Star spun some noodles into the fork before lifting it to Marco's lips. Hesitantly, the man took a bite. He kept his eyes on Star, who simply smiled at him while he chewed and swallowed.
"Again?"
Marco shrugged. "Sure, why not?"
Star handed Marco another forkful, though much bigger than the last one. Marco had to open his jaw a little wider for that one. When he managed to close his mouth around it, a single noodle hung off his lips, swaying a bit under his chin.
Marco's heart skipped a beat when Star lunged forward, trapping the other end of the noodle in her mouth, tethering the two together. The silent pause that ensued thickened the tension between them. Het lips turned up in a grin while he did nothing but bemusedly raised a brow.
The inevitable happened and Star traveled down the noodle until their lips met in a brief peck. Her ensuing smile seemed to swell with pride and joy. Meanwhile, Marco just laughed it off.
"So we're doing clichéd Disney references now?"
"Yes. Yes we are." Star nodded. "But you're the only dog I don't mind doin' em with."
"Thank...you?"
Star's mouth opened to say something before she noticed some meat sauce on the corner of Marco's lip. The tiny bits of beef and faint red spot bothered her to no end as it soiled her partner's solid, chiseled face. Rather than tell Marco about it or even use one of his tissues to wipe it off, Star did the next best thing only someone like her could come up with.
She puckered her lips around the corner of Marco's mouth and sucked it off. The man stiffened and let his fork and tupperware down on his desk. His open hands slowly made their way to her waist. The heat from his lecture earlier had returned as a full blaze rising within. His pants had once again become tighter.
"Sorry, ya got little somethin' there." Star said as she withdrew.
"Star, I know what you're trying to do." Marco's grip on her waist tightened. "Not on school grounds. We talked about this."
Star crossed her arms, silently pouting at the man. She glared on and on as if her upset expression would be enough to move Marco in any way shape or form. But the man held firm and kept the same bemused look.
"Well, this tells a different story." Star said as her hand shot towards Marco's crotch, her fingers clasping onto the telltale hardness buried beneath his thick slacks.
"Star, you-"
"My, my, Mr. Diaz." The Mewni Princess teased as she rubbed Marco some more. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you've been aroused by one of your students. Is that how an older, more mature teacher at Chrysalis Interdimensional Academy should act in front of their younger, teenage student?"
Marco stayed silent, only speaking through wrinkled features, wide eyes and slightly gaped mouth that culminated into a "how dare you" kind of look. Then his mouth closed and his lips became razor thin as the fire in his eyes burned forth.
"Hmph. How improper." Star playfully huffed. "Maybe I should go and find a more positive influence in my life. Perhaps Mr. Septarius would like to- waaaa!"
Star yelped when she flew off Marco's chest and found herself belly-first upon his desk, her cheek squished against the wooden. Her teacher's hands were like handcuffs keeping them pinned behind her back as he hovered over her staring her down with a feral hunger in his eyes.
Despite the seemingly dangerous position she was in, Star remained unperturbed. Instead she remained smiling in the face of the man holding her down and baring his teeth at her like a snarling dog. Whose very form buried her entire body under his shadow.
"Knew that would set you off. You're so cute when you're jealous." Star said smugly.
"Don't get it twisted." Marco snapped, his hands gradually applying more pressure. "This isn't because of anything you said or did. I just need to remind this bratty little princess of her place."
"Nah, I'm pretty sure hearing his name triggered you hard. It always does."
"It's one thing to tease me, interrupt my lunch, and invade my personal space. But an insult to my work requires- no. It demands correction."
Star shivered, her smile remaining. "So what're ya gonna do to me?"
Marco didn't think twice before flipping her skirt over her waist, revealing her thin, thong-like white panties. As he pulled it down her skin, he stopped right at her thighs when he noticed something peculiar.
A bright red gem stuck out between her ass cheeks where her anus should be.
"You gotta be kidding me." Marco narrowed his eyes at the gem.
Firmly grasping it, he pulled back. He expected one of those regular spade shaped plugs, but it didn't pop right off in seconds. He kept pulling, shocked to discover that the plug was actually a sturdy, studded dildo that was about 8 inches long and a couple inches wide.
"Holy shit." Marco cursed after it finally popped out of Star's asshole. "Did she give this to you?"
"Nobody gave me anything." Star snapped back. "Except the idea."
Marco sighed as he rolled his eyes. He put it down on his desk. "I need to talk to her about this later."
Marco pulled a key out of his shirt pocket, before bringing it to the only drawer that had a lock. Once opened, he pulled out a pair of tan wristbands with several blue oval gems surrounding each of them. He snapped both of them open then clasped one on each of Star's wrists. Ropes of glowing blue energy stretched from one cuff to the other before instantly closing the distance, binding Star's wrists together.
Then he reached for his meterstick.
He circled his desk like a shark, slowly smacking his palm while gazing deeply at his unruly student. He sneered at her, seemingly in disgust.
"By the way, your workbook grade was horrendous." Marco chided, his voice carrying not a hint of anger but disappointment.
"Uhh…" Star's eyes frantically ping-ponged.
"I gave you all the answers during the lecture. And it was all open book. There was absolutely no excuse not to get at least 80 percent."
"Marco I-I-I'm sorry, I'll-"
The meter stick cracked like a whip on the desk, making Star's heart jump to her throat and killing her words. The teacher didn't say anything, but he made sure his student saw the hardened look on his face that spoke volumes to her.
"I'm sorry...Mr. Diaz." Star corrected herself, her voice drastically quieter as she felt much smaller.
"That's better. Now then."
Marco walked behind Star bringing the end of the meterstick to one of her ass cheeks, rubbing it. Star shook under the smooth, solid feel of it on her skin. A sense of dread and arousal slowly rose in her.
"Let's review." Marco began. "Your first question. Which cartridge is the highest in power and biggest in size among the following? Is it A: 45-70 Govt? B: 7.62 x 39? C: .50 BMG or D: .308 Winchester?"
"Uhh… B?"
Star jumped and yelped when the quick whoosh through the air preceded a hard smack to her bare rear that left a burning red streak across her skin and echoed briefly in the classroom. Despite how much her ass burned and throbbed it only managed to turn her on.
"Wrong. It's .50 BMG. C'mon Star, we talked about different calibers last week. And I already said what can hurt Deathclaws in today's lesson!"
"I… I'm sorry, I didn't hear it."
"Didn't he-" Marco placed a palm to his face. "Dammit Star, you were sitting in front of me. But I guess you couldn't hear me past your failed attempts to tease me."
"Hey, it did the job, ri-"
Fueled by his student's insolence and
bolstered by the ensuing fury, Marco followed up with another swing. To express his slowly increasing frustration, he made it much more intense than the last but made sure not to break skin or even draw blood.
"No talking back. Next question. What Irradiated Creature isn't indigenous to the West Coast of America in Dimension T51B? A: Molerat. B: Mirelurk. C: Centaur. Or D: Wanamingo?"
Star had to give it some thought, which was pretty useless because she had no idea whatsoever. But she had a gut feeling about one of the choices. When it came to gut feelings they happened to get Star out of a jam every time.
"Uh, is it… D? Wanamingo?"
Marco said and did nothing. He rested his meterstick on his shoulder, narrowing his eyes at Star.
"Interesting. Why'd you pick that choice?"
"I just had a gut feeling is all, Mr. Diaz."
"A gut feeling… is that it?"
Star shrugged. "That and the name sounded so dumb, there's no way it's real."
Again, Marco said nothing and did nothing. Instead, he nodded, seemingly in an agreeable fashion. Then he put his meter stick down.
He opened another one of his desk drawers and pulled out a textbook, specifically the version that Star and everyone else in her grade has. The one that Marco wrote, printed, and published all on his own.
Without flipping through the pages, he opened the book on the exact page he needed. He presented the page to Star, holding it sideways so she could read it clearly.
"Uh-oh…" Star's voice heaved with dread as she looked at an image of a sharp toothed creature with a giant, eyeless round head as a body, tentacles on its sides and reptilian legs. The big bold letters above its depiction were loud and clear.
Wanamingo
"... though once rumoured to be of extraterrestrial life, these creatures, like many others in the hellish ecosystem of Dimension T51B, are actually a product of the Forced Evolutionary Virus. Though what organism it was originally from still remains a mystery. They mainly dwell underground, only sometimes found hunting on the surface. Their main colony, along with their Queen, is found in Redding, deep within its mines."
Star's horror-stricken face rose from the book to Marco, who replied with that same look of disappointment he's had the whole time.
Marco closed the book and put it back in his desk. He once again glared at Star, sighing and shaking his head.
"I've failed you, haven't I?" The teacher spoke morosely. "This kind of behavior wouldn't be possible if I'd just tried hard enough."
"N-no, Mr. Diaz, it's my fault!" Star cried out. "I'll do better! I'll study more! I'll pay more attention, I'll-"
"Quiet."
The shot of pain filled Star's body before she could even register it, like a burning explosion on the surface of her ass. Despite hearing her shrill cries and pained writhing, Marco merely glared at her with cold and ruthless eyes.
Marco continued reviewing everything in the current chapter he's covered in class thus far since the beginning of the month. He asked question after question, some he pulled from the textbooks and workbooks and some he made up on his own. Every time Star was incorrect, Marco would open up the textbook to the related page, have Star read the relevant passage and brought the meter stick back down.
And she got every question wrong.
"I. Thought. I. Taught. You. Bet. Ter. Than. This! Why. Don't. You. Ev. Ver. Learn?"
With each syllable came a smack and with each smack came Star's gasps. Marco didn't let up as long as she didn't object in the way they had agreed on long ago. If anything, her submission to the act was an invitation for more, which Marco happily obliged without quarter or mercy. Star's cries only got louder with each hit and her arousal rose higher as the pain and pleasure coalesced, lighting up her nerves like a wildfire.
Star's cries reached their peak before it sounded like something lodged itself in her throat. Marco stopped smacking her when her body convulsed, followed by her pussy spraying juices in a few short bursts. After about a minute, the Mewni Princess flopped like a dead fish.
"Wow, Star. I don't even know why I bother sometimes." Marco shook his head, his tone laden with disappointment. "It's like you're asking for it."
After Star's once smooth, pale butt became conquered by bright red imprints on her delicate flesh, Marco stopped and placed his meter stick back to its original place. He placed a hand on Star's ravaged butt cheek, rubbing it gently. He frowned as slight remorse slowly crept on him.
"Mmm, that stings so good." Star shuddered in pleasure as the soft touch of her lover soothed her backside.
Marco bent over to one of his desk drawers, pulled it open and grabbed a jar full of green gel that originated from the Slime Monsters. He poured a handful onto his palm and started rubbing it all over Star's rear end.
"Ooh! Cold! Tingly!" Star shivered as Marco continued applying the gel.
In a matter of seconds, all of the red marks and imprints disappeared, her bottom returning to its original pale smoothness.
"Aww, ya shouldn't have." Star beamed up at Marco gratefully.
"Yes I did." Marco dryly said as he put the jar back. "I don't want you to feel sore when you sit. Plus, you might get some questions in the locker room."
"I can just say it was Tom."
"You two broke up ages ago, remember?"
"Oh right."
"Besides, he can't hurt you the way I can. He's too nice and proper for that. Even though he's a demon."
"Marco, barely anyone can hurt me, including you. I didn't even say 'Tortilla'! Which makes me wonder why we need it in the first place."
"You're not the only one I 'tutor'. That's why."
"Oh, yeah."
"By the way, you forgot one of our most important rules." Marco said as he picked Star's dildo off his desk and lathered it with the slime.
Marco grabbed a fistful of Star's hair, forcing her to jump to her feet and arching her back far back enough that Marco's stern expression was upside down while in her face.
"You don't cum unless you've earned it."
That same cold, tingly sensation from earlier started to slowly burrow its way into Star's ass. She wasn't hurt or even uncomfortable, but she couldn't place exactly how she felt with all that slime in her ass. It was a unique feeling to say the least.
Marco pulled it back out slowly dragging the studs along Star's inner walls. She groaned and shook, her ass instinctively winking as the sex toy gradually came loose. When the bulbous head was on the verge of exit, stretching Star's sphincter, Marco thrust his arm forward, bringing the dildo home. Yelping, Star sprung up, nearly standing straight up before falling back down to the desk. The teacher repeated this over and over, sending Star back into a sex-addled frenzy.
"M-Ma-Mar...Mr. D- Mis-"
The rough assfucking shattered Star's mind to pieces, her speech skills eroding as the only thoughts she had were spent on being immersed in the ecstasy of her lover penetrating her, albeit with a lifeless, plastic toy.
"Mmmr. Diaaahhh…" Star mewled like a cat in heat, her body writhing as if she was fighting something off her body.
"Not yet, Star." Marco whispered into his partner's ear, knowing full well why she was acting that way.
"How bout this? You answer my next question correctly and I'll let you cum. If you get it wrong, I'll keep asking questions until you get it right. Until then, you are not cum. Am I clear?"
"Y-yessir… Mr. Diaz.",
Marco nodded. "Good girl. Now then. Tell me the exact running speed of a Deathclaw in miles per hour."
Marco didn't let up his thrusts, forcing Star to continue enduring the assault on her ass while racking her scrambled brain for an answer.
"Ah-ah-ahh!" Star cried out, words and thoughts collapsing before they can even come out. Amidst the pleasure clouding her mind, Star fought desperately to search for any scrap of knowledge she'd been able to retain.
Then, during a very brief window of Marco pulling the dildo out completely, Star gained a small bit of lucidity that helpex enough to pave the way to the answer she sought.
"Is...is it a-an East Coast Deathclaw or a West Coast Deathclaw?"
The thrusts stopped. Marco kept the plug inside Star while he withdrew his own hand. He stood straight up, crossed his arms, narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips at the girl.
"Elaborate." He said with no discernable emotion in his tone.
"Well uh…" Star cleared her throat before resuming.
"West Coast Deathclaws and East Coast Deathclaws are both bipedal, but have different body structures. The West ones always run on two feet, up to about 40 miles per hour, while East Coast Deathclaws tend to run on all fours, which lets them go as fast as 50 or 55 miles per hour."
Silence. It thickened in the air to the point where it became deafening. Neither person made a move. Not even a breath passed between their lips. Star's heart rate went fast enough that it felt like it beat against her ears. She honestly had no idea if she was right or wrong and Marco's lack of response only raised her dread even more.
"Wow." Marco said with a smile. "I'm actually impressed you took the extra step to specify. Well done, Star."
"Thank you Mr. Diaz." Star said with relief in her voice.
"Don't thank me so soon. I haven't even rewarded you yet."
"R-Reward?" There was a raspy hike in Star's voice.
Marco nodded sincerely. "Of course. Good students should always be rewarded for their hard work and progress."
Marco took a knee, his face level with Star's ass. He reached out to her ass cheeks, spreading them and legs wide enough to unveil her sopping, twitching pussy. Star's entire body vibrated in sheer anticipation.
"Ha-haaaah!"
Star cried out when Marco's tongue glided up and down her folds softly and slowly, teasing the idea of penetration. In a matter of seconds, it happened, and Marco's tongue wriggled along every nook and cranny he could reach.
Star couldn't bear even a few minutes of it. Everything that had been done to her had culminated towards this tipping point. This was the fruit of all her efforts of enduring all the physical and mental strain Marco put her through. And she never gets tired of it.
"M-Mar-Marcoooo!"
Star shrieked one last time as she unleashed another stronger, bigger spray of juices. Her teacher and partner slightly recoiled after taking a face full of her girl cum. He took a handkerchief from his suit pocket and promptly wiped his face.
Grabbing Star's wrists, the energy ropes between the magical binding wristbands dissipated, making them two objects again. Marco put them back where he got them. He helped Star to her feet, though she nearly toppled if Marco had not caught her. He opted to have her sit back on his lap, holding her close to his chest while stroking her matted, disheveled hair. Neither of them exchanged words for a while, simply desiring to enjoy the quiet, intimate moment.
"You are so lucky we're friends with Father Time." Marco finally spoke.
"Wh-wha- whaddya mean?" Star stammered, her eyes darting back and forth.
"I mean, there's no way we've gone this long without the bell ringing once."
Star shrugged. "Maybe we spent less time than you thought."
"Star, I already knew you stopped time since I started feeding you my lunch. You came here at around 12:17. I finished grading my papers about eight minutes after. When I checked my watch, it was still 12:17. Same thing when I checked my phone."
"Or maybe your ph-"
"No, my phone and my watch are completely fine. I make sure they're both synced at all times. If one stops working, then the other has to be at the right time. If both stopped, then that means you stopped time. Again."
"Okay okay, guilty as charged."
Marco sighed, holding his face in his hands and shaking his head.
"I just dunno what to do with you sometimes."
"I know, don't I just add a lotta spice to your life?" Star beamed a big toothy grin at Marco.
The man couldn't hold back his smile. "Shut up."
It wasn't too long until the two got up and straightened their appearances out. Marco sent a text to Father Time and before they knew it, the clocks started ticking and they could hear hustle and bustle in the hallways again.
"Too bad we didn't get to… y'know." Star said suggestively.
"Study up and pass your quiz this Friday, then."
Star's heart leapt at the same time her feet did. She became as giddy as a kid in a candy shop.
"Promise?"
Marco nodded. "Like I said. Good students should always be rewarded for their hard work and progress. Now get back to the cafeteria before your friends wonder where you've been."
"Okay. Seeya Mr. Diaz!"
Star blew a kiss to her teacher before running out of the room, shutting the door behind her. Marco sat back down behind his desk.
Not even a minute passed before the door opened again, this time someone who actually had business being in his classroom. She walked in like she owned the place, strutting in her bright orange work skirt and jacket ensemble, her flaming red hair trailing behind her as her shin-high boots clapped their way to the man. She rested her elbows on the desk, her chin on her hands. Her golden ring gleamed on her bone white finger, a constant reminder of who she was in Marco's life.
"Hey, Marco." Hekapoo greeted him casually.
