AN: This will be the last chapter for the week. I decided to give this story two chapters this week since it flowed out of me today. I suppose some of you expected a training arc, but I bet this was not expected. Enjoy!

Chapter 6: Proper Home Training

It was a strange thing, the meeting that Scott was currently having with a woman whom he had never met. In a few hours, he would visit with Cerene, but for now his quaint little home-prison was host to a rather intriguing woman named Professor Rosalynn Pierce.

Rosalynn Pierce was knowledgeable, interesting, and many other terms one might use to explain someone's charm and wit. She was also more than a little bit of a pervert.

"So, you see Mr. Fuller it would be in Cerene's best interest if you also undertook special battle harem training courses."

Scott eyeballed the overly buxom woman for a moment. He could not decide whether she was a noteworthy professional or a pornstar who had strolled out of a science fiction themed adult video. "Let me get this straight. Alright?"

"Yes, of course." said Rosalynn before she took a sip of her tea. Her ruby red lips parted suggestively even as her eye lashes lowered slightly. "It's nice when a man takes his time to do things right, dear."

"Right..." said Scott. The good professor sighed a little then shifted her weight slightly. The impressive feminine architecture hidden behind a thin layer of low-buttoned cotton, and whatever sense of professional decorum she had, shifted along with her. Scott had never considered himself to be what one might call a horn dog, but at that moment he lost complete track of what he was about to say.

Rosalynn chuckled sensually then raised a finger to her lips. "Something wrong, sweety?"

Other than the fact that a supposed world renowned professor spoke to him like a waitress at a southern bar & grill he would not think of anything. There was absolutely nothing wrong with the situation lightly heaving before him.

A moment of stunned silence passed before Scott worked up the supreme will to cast off the effects of a male gaze that had lingered too long on a masterpiece of feminine beauty. "No, nothing... Anyway, by battle harem training you mean sex."

"Correct." said Rosalynn, a sweet smile on her lips.

"Sex with you." said Scott more specifically.

"Yes, of course. How else can I judge your progress?" she stated without missing a beat.

"Look, I don't know... Cerene and I, well, we just met."

Rosalynn's eyes lit up a little and her smile widened. She leaned forward, also allowing her cleavage to become an even easier target of his male gaze. "That truly is precious. Are you afraid that she'll think that you are cheating on her? Adorable!"

Scott coughed and looked away from the overly excited professor. "I just don't want to upset her, alright? It's not like we've confessed our undying and eternal love or anything."

A warm laugh echoed through Scott's room before his guest placed a hand to her chest. "Goodness, you really are cute. Cerene mentioned you so frequently that I simply had to meet you. Few trainers catch my interest."

"Cerene mentions me?" asked Scott, curious about that tidbit of information.

"You should know that she's the envy of the entire class. Most of my students think of you as some sort of mythical creature. You could not possibly exist in reality." replied Rosalynn before she leaned back once more.

Scott snorted then shook his head. "Come on, it can't be that hard to find a guy like me."

Rosalynn's laughter carried through the air like sensual music. "Sweety. I still haven't found a master I would take. But ten minutes with you makes me consider an alternative lifestyle."

"I've been told that before, but not as a compliment." said Scott lightly.

The red haired professor blinked at him then broke into a beautiful smile. "A little wit as well, I see."

Scott lifted his hand and held his index finger a short distance above his thumb. "Bout that much."

Rosalynn leaned to the left a little and placed a finger to her chin while she pouted at him slightly. "I hope your wit is bigger than that, or I'll be a sad girl indeed."

"You prefer the big wits then?" asked Scott. He was not entirely certain whether that was supposed to be innuendo, or if she was simply being honest about her desire for wit in her associates.

"Well, I need a proper sample size for my research. If there is too little, you're not witty enough for my purposes."

Rosalynn chuckled warmly then slipped her finger from her chin to her lower lip. "If there's too much, then it is simply a beautiful waste. Don't you think?"

"Sure, if there's more than a handful then there's too much." agreed Scott.

"Oh?" she leaned forward again. "More than a handful is too much?"

He decided to play along a little at that point. "Well, two handfuls would also be good."

The soft, sweet, smile that crossed her lips was a tell-tale sign that Scott had scored a few points with the beautiful professor. "So, about that special training..."

"Why push that so much? It's not like you need a master." asked Scott.

"No, I'm free. I can even travel into town since I have government sanctioned work to perform. However, there is a certain truth that many in my position would deny."

"What might that be?" he asked while leaning forward.

Rosalynn shrugged beautifully. "A girl gets lonely."

"How can you possibly be lonely? Every guy within the city limits probably follows you around like a lost puppy."

"I suppose that's sweet of you to say, but it's actually a problem for me." she replied candidly. "I can't help my nature. My demon species is known for certain characteristics and strong passions."

A soft sigh escaped her lips. "Honestly? I get tired of fending off the advances of horny fools who are frankly, beneath me."

"I can see how that would be a problem. You are certainly a beautiful and interesting woman, but am I really the guy you want to solve that problem?"

Rosalynn shrugged. "I've already spoken about you at length with Cerene. While you are no scholar or academic professional, you have a certain quality of character that I believe to be genuine." She drew her bottom lip down lightly with her finger for a brief moment before she continued. "I was also speaking the truth about the battle harem training. Four hours per week spent with a single harem member will not develop your skills to the extent that you need."

"Cerene and I, we haven't gotten that far, yet. Not really." said Scott.

"I know, and you are in for a few surprises when you two finally consummate your relationship. I'll dare say that she will be far more skilled than you." said Rosalynn candidly.

Scott's eyebrows rose upward in unison. "Exactly what sort of training have you been giving her?"

The red haired professor raised her hand to her face then leaned her head back and laughed lustily. "Dear boy, you'll find out soon enough."

"That's not an answer..." said Scott evenly.

Rosalynn smiled sweetly at him then casually slipped her hand into her cleavage. Scott blinked at her, but his initial surprise shifted to a far greater one when she pulled out a small crystalline object. "This is the other thing I came to show you."

"What is it?"

She tossed it to him. "Hold it gently like a lover, and look at its surface. It will show you some of what your sweet angel has been learning, and her current grade-point average in my classes."

"Feels warm." said Scott absently.

Rosalynn giggled softly then bit her lower lip. "Go ahead, sweety. Watch it."

Scott did as directed and gazed down at the warm stone in his hands. After a few seconds images began to appear above the surface. In a way it was like looking at a small television. The images took him on a journey across time a space, starting a few weeks prior. As he gazed upon the images, it was like his sense of the world fell away entirely.

***

Several weeks ago...

A wide-eyed angel gazed nervously at the door of a building she had never thought that she would enter in her lifetime. It was a non-descript building, if not for its reputation no one would know what manner of things went on inside. Cerene knew about them, and yet she also knew that she had to undergo training.

The Pierce Academy was a well-known local training center that catered to a specific type of student, demons. The sole purpose of the academy was to train a demon in the skills and arts necessary to function properly in a battle harem.

There was no point in putting things off. Procrastination; that was the old Cerene's way. She was a tough and ready demon now! Cerene took an aggressive stance, pumped her fist once, and then said, "Right, let's do this!"

Inside the building she looked around in momentary confusion. She spied a woman manning a desk on the far side of the room. "Excuse me." said Cerene softly.

"Yes? How may I help you?" asked the green haired desk attendant.

"Hi, I am supposed to start classes here today." she said with a hint of apprehension in her tone.

The receptionist nodded to her then checked her records. "I have three new students starting classes today. Which of them are you?"

"Cerene." said the angel.

"Ah, yes. Here we are. You've signed up for one hundred hour course. Correct?" asked the receptionist.

A slight nod was Cerene's response. The receptionist rotated her computer screen then said, "Sign your name in the three areas designated then proceed down the hall to room thirteen."

Cerene read through the information, a standard disclaimer regarding personal desire to undergo harem training, then signed the holographic paperwork. A few minutes later she entered room thirteen, a small room with both student desks and various pieces of other furniture such as a leather couch and a large bed. In the corner stood a trio of machines that looked similar to the pommel horse that her gym class had to try to use on occasion for agility and flexibility training.

The angel eyed the pommel horse devices nervously for a moment then entered the room. There were six other girls in attendance already. Their hair color ranged from blue to pink. Their skin color and body proportions ranged wildly as well. One girl was clearly some sort of giant breed as she stood twice as tall as the rest of the girls, and had breasts that would each easily be wider than an average man's entire chest.

After her quick glance around the room, Cerene took up a seat that was a little off to herself. No one paid much attention to her arrival save for a dark elf situated nearby. The copper-toned demon girl winked at Cerene then shared a friendly smile. Cerene smiled back and made a tentative wave of her hand using only her fingers.

Five more girls arrived over the course of the next half hour. Cerene and the other girls had arrived early in order to make certain they were not late. The time for class to start had finally come. Just as the exact moment that class was to start arrived, a beautiful woman with vibrant red hair and a body built for sin sauntered into the room. All eyes were on her as the flame haired beauty took up the teacher's position.

"Greetings, dears. My name is Professor Rosalynn Pierce." As she spoke, a holographic screen appeared behind her. Her words appeared in large block letters that were easy to read for anyone who had developed literacy. "I am your teacher, your confidant, and your harem master for the duration of your training."

"Oh sweet mercy, yes." whispered the dark elf who had smiled at Cerene. Her raptor like gaze was firmly focused on the exceptional professor.

"As you can tell, I am a demon. To be specific, I am a rare species of demon that hybridized the red dragon, the succubus, and the dryad. I was born in the Western mountains to a lovely breeding couple who specialized in mating bloodlines to produce superior demons. My demon species is known as the Western Heart Dragon."

The giant girl's hand went up. Rosalynn pointed to her, and the girl got out of her seat and rose to her full height. Cerene readjusted her earlier thought. The girl was definitely more than twice her height.

"Professor Pierce, don't dragon species have scales and wings?" asked the giant girl.

"What a lovely question, sweety." Rosalynn said to the girl with a warm smile. She then addressed the gathered girls.

"Normally, yes. Dragon species are a violent and prideful species with scales and wings. I am a special case as I am not entirely a dragon. My succubus and dryad bloodlines converged to create a different breed of dragon."

Rosalynn unbuttoned her top then let it slide sideways to reveal her impressive feminine architecture to the crowd. Only a black lacy bra separated her bounty from the world at large.

The dark elf gasped a little then whimpered softly about the beauty of the world. Cerene edged away from the girl a little, but kept her eyes on the instructor.

Soon Rosalynn was completely nude, her absurdly erotic proportions on open display. "Now then. Shall I show you something good?"

"Yes, please!" called out several girls simultaneously.

Rosalynn raised a well-manicured hand to her lips then laughed a little. "Such eager students make me happy..."

The naughty professor crossed her arms over her chest. A moment later her face became flush with arousal and then she unleashed a loud sound that seemed to be half ecstatic moan and orgasmic cry. Flames burst out from her body and became an aura of burning energy. She shimmered, flickered like her flames, then revealed a new look to her cute students.

Her fingernails and toenails lengthened and hardened without losing their feminine grace. Her canine teeth elongated slightly and became functional fangs. The pupils of her eyes became the slitted form of a serpent.

Rosalynn's ears became like the ears of an elf, and then her skin darkened slightly. The most startling changes were the appearance of bright red bat wings and a long flexible tail that ended in a heart-shaped spade. The last change to come was the appearance of several vines that wrapped sensually around her body in an artistic display of nature's power that accentuated her natural bounty as well.

"This is what one might call my battle form. When I ascend to this form I can use my full power at will. Though, it does drain me over time. My human form is less energy intensive, so I use it most of the time." said Rosalynn.

There was a brief moment of silence throughout the room as the glorious vision before them stood in complete confidence. It was not long however, before heavy panting could be heard throughout the room. Cerene looked around and noticed that several, no most of the girls had become flush and begun to pant. After a brief moment of confusion she realized that she too was one of those girls.

"If you currently feel a rising sense of overpowering arousal don't be alarmed. It is a perfectly natural reaction to my racial special ability Aura of Stimulation." said Rosalynn with a warm, but slightly predatory smile.

The red haired professor walked around to the front of her desk then sat down atop it. She made a big production out of lifting one of her perfectly sculpted legs before she lightly crossed it over the top of the other. She placed one hand atop her knee then placed the other hand atop the first one, affecting a lady-like manner. A tilt of her head was followed by a slow, deep breath. "So then, let's discuss how you shall address me in this class, ladies."

Rosalynn's eyes widened and then began to shimmer slightly. "Even though I am quite a bit older than any of you, please call me Big Sister. Yes?"

"Yes, Big Sister." said the girls in an almost perfect harmony. At this point Rosalynn could ask them to call her queen of the world and they would probably do it.

"Lovely. Just lovely." she said with a smile. The entire scene began to waver slightly afterward.

***

Back in the present day...

The image Scott watched began to fade in and out. It seemed as though the images were moving at a much higher rate of speed, as though they had been fast-forwarded. He nearly lost the image for a moment due to his shock at the sudden change. "What is this thing? Really?"

"It's a soul show stone. Think of it as a bit of techno-magic that allows video feeds and sense memories to be used to create a three-dimensional replica of a past event."

"So, it's like watching a movie about the past, thoughts and feelings included?" asked Scott.

"Precisely. There are three scenes implanted into the device. Go ahead and see what Cerene has been up to during her training."

Scott looked to Rosalynn for a moment then back down at the small crystalline device in his hands. A fusion of magic and technology, it was quite the device. A new scene began to play for him after a brief moment passed.

***

Two weeks prior...

The class room was alive with cheerful voices. Cerene and her new friend Sansa, the dark elf, spoke animatedly about their various interests. Other girls mentioned various topics such as information about their masters or certain types of music that they liked. It was the general sort of chatter that young girls discussed during class sessions.

Sansa patted a rectangular box that sat on her desk. Each girl had one now. Within their personal box resided one of their most important teaching tools.

Rosalynn walked into the room with her customary sensual walk then greeted her class warmly. "Good morning my pretty ones."

"Good morning Big Sister." replied the class in unison. The girls quieted down immediately as a sign of respect, or at least as a sign of lust on the part of Sansa.

"Is everyone ready to recite the mantra and to begin class today?" asked Rosalynn lightly.

The girls reached out and opened their student boxes. They took the item found within and held it up with pride.

Cerene's delicate fingers were now wrapped around a hot pink colored prosthetic phallus, or in layman's terms a dildo. She began to recite the mantra along with her fellow students. "This is my dildo. There are many like it, but this dildo is mine. I must master this dildo as my master has mastered me."

"Good my pretty ones! Now then, open your pink work book to page thirty-seven and begin the exercise. Today's exercise is a solo operation, but don't slack off now." said Rosalynn sweetly.

The angelic demon opened her work book and moved past such basic information as, My Master's Nipples are Beautiful, and The Sensual Art of the Kiss. Page thirty-seven began a new chapter. Cerene's eyes widened then she looked at the oversized floppy phallus in her hand. "There's no way..."

The title of the current chapter was, Go Deep. How to Resist Your Gag Reflex in Six Easy Steps.

A loud choking sound emanated from Cerene's left. She turned to look and saw Sansa was tugging on her own light blue dildo. She had gone too deep and now suffered for it.

"Oh no!" Cerene moved to help Sansa pull it out. She helped her new friendly pull and soon it came out with a loud *plop*.

"Goodness. You hear stories, but you never believe that can really happen! Are you alright Sansa, dear?" asked Rosalynn with a tone that spoke more to her curiosity than her concern.

Sansa, her eyes watery from her near-death experience, nodded her head mutely. Soon, she openly cried. Cerene tried to comfort her friend, and asked if she was still hurt.

Sansa responded, "No. I just..." She looked up to her angelic friend, her eyes wide and tearful, "Penis has never been so mean to me before."

"Now, dear ones, do take this lesson to heart. There is a reason why we have lubricant in class." said Rosalynn warmly while she shook her finger at the class.

The dark elf sniffled slightly then looked at her dildo with an expression of utmost sorrow. "Traitor."

Her dildo wobbled in her hand briefly. Sansa's look of sorrow softened. The dildo wobbled again, almost like it was trying to apologize. Sansa's expression shifted further then she sniffled once more. She stared at her dildo. Her dildo flopped in her direction as though it intended to gaze into her eyes as well. Finally, the dark elf smiled slightly then said, "Oh, you're right. How could I stay mad at you?" before she leaned forward and gave it a soft kiss on the tip.

Initially Cerene thought it was a sweet moment between dark elf and dildo, but soon the elf girl began to whisper darkly to her inanimate play friend. Once she heard threats and implications of impending death and destruction directed toward the dildo, the angel became a bit concerned.

Cerene took an involuntary step back from the girl then returned to her seat. When Sansa began to sing a happy little song to her dildo, the angel girl shaded her eyes with her hand and looked away. She briefly glanced back at the dark elf, but then glanced away just as quickly. It wasn't right to stare at crazy.

***

Back in the Present...

The scene ended just as strangely as it had begun. Scott looked over to Rosalynn. "What the actual fuck?"

Rosalynn laughed merrily then waved him off with her hand. "It's not all dildos and naked glamor videos. The last scene will show you some of the other things that Cerene has learned recently."

Scott glanced back down at the stone. Had he actually seen Cerene studying? It seemed more like a gag-reel. The last scene began to play.

***

Last week...

A loud cry split the air as a buxom platinum blond meteor streaked toward the earth. Cerene hit the ground with incredible force, enough force to cause both an impact crater and a cloud of dust to form. Her opponent, a cat girl with more agility than strength, had managed to clear the area before the strike connected.

Cerene required a moment to recover, which left her open to a sonic attack from her opponent. The cat girl's roar washed over the angel in a furious wave of sonic domination that caused Cerene to fall to her knees and clutch at her ears.

Ears still ringing from the attack, she could not hear it when her opponent leapt in with a quick series of strikes that tore at her flesh. Cerene's white cotton gym shirt was torn to ribbons as a series of thin cuts appeared atop her breasts. Blood leaked lightly from her wounds and flowed downward along her partially exposed breasts.

"That's three solid hits! Victory to Nyu-Naki!" called Rosalynn.

The angel punched the dirt once then sighed. She had thought that she had the girl this time. She looked up afterward then smiled at her opponent. "Thanks for the lesson."

Nyu-Naki leaned forward in a perfect bow then snapped her hands up to strike her palm with her fist. "Good match. Two-to-three this time."

The cat girl reached out her hand and helped Cerene to her feet. They walked away from the battle field together, two new fighters took their place immediately afterward. Matches were quick and served to allow each girl the chance to fight multiple times over the course of the two hour battle session.

The three hit rule was a common elimination rule on the lower-echelon of the professional battle circuits. It was often used for early qualification fights to determine which fighters had the right to compete.

Cerene and her sparring partner sat down on the grass a good distance from the battle and watched as Ingrid, a winged Valkyrie, and Sansa battled it out. It was a clear mismatch. A winged Valkyrie was a demon classed as both rare and powerful across the board due to the fact that they were an ascended form. Sansa was a dark elf, a common elf species variant that focuses on agility and magic.

The Valkyrie, Bride, wore the same shorts and white cotton shirt outfit as the other girls, but she also wielded a broadsword. Her golden braid of hair gleamed brightly in the light, a sign of her vitality and pride as a warrior.

Sansa's bone white hair hung loose and straight. It reached all the way to her calf muscles, but had an oversized bead that held it together near the ends. Her face became slightly flush as she gazed at the absolute beauty standing before her.

Sansa ran to the side while charging her magic for an attack. However, she never got the chance to try her skills against her opponent. The Valkyrie raised her hand and lightning raged down from the sky. It struck the ground just in front of the dark elf and sent her flying backwards.

The Valkyrie made her move. Just as Sansa hit the ground, her winged opponent appeared above her and struck downward with a rapid series of shallow sword strikes that tore gouges in the downed girl's flesh.

"That's three solid hits! Victory to Bride." said Rosalynn happily.

Bride scooped Sansa up into her arms then carried her off the battle field like a battered princess. The dark elf made a cooing noise after she began to regain her senses. As Bride carried her past Cerene, Sansa said, "So powerful, please don't be gentle..." in a sensual tone.

"Fine." said Bride. She tossed Sansa away like a sack of potatoes.

The dark elf hit the ground and rolled to a stop. She panted heavily while gazing up at her conqueror. "More..."

Bride laughed a little then turned away imperiously before she strode off. The light danced in Sansa's eyes. "I think I'm in love."

Nyu-Naki sniffed at the dark elf then snorted. "Smells like something else."

"I can be in two things." said Sansa cutely, her eyes still trained on Bride. After a moment she reached down and drew her finger along one of her cuts. She tasted the blood on the tip of her finger then began to pant a little more forcefully.

"Goddess, that girl makes me just want to bend over and let her..." Sansa rattled off a list of various things that she wanted the other girl to do to her that would no doubt be illegal in most countries. The more she spoke of it, the stronger her obvious arousal became.

"Hey, thanks for sharing." said the cat girl lightly.

"The hell with that! She's all for Sansa." said the dark elf in a bubbly tone.

"Nyao, well that's not fair. Share with Nyu-Naki." said the tiger striped cat girl. She slid over to straddle the dark elf.

"Get off, you silly cat." said Sansa.

"Make me?" asked the cat girl.

"Gladly!" cried Sansa before she reached up and began to massage her friend's breasts through her shirt. Nyu-Naki made a loud cat cry in response then lashed her tail back and forth in total bliss. *Me-Rroww*

Cerene sighed loudly then started to pluck at the grass around her feet. Couldn't she meet any normal people?

***

The present day...

The show stone stopped glowing as the scene came to an end. Scott handed it back to Rosalynn then said, "It certainly seems like she's leading an interesting life."

Rosalynn nodded to him. "My girls are high-spirited. Cerene is a sweet, but earnest girl. She makes friends easily, though it is obvious what she really craves."

"What might that be?" asked Scott.

"More time with her master." said Rosalynn.

"Really, I don't think she mentioned me once on that stone."

The flame haired professor waved him off. "That was just to let you gain a few insights. For legal purposes I can't show everything, even to a master."

Scott nodded to her. Afterward a short awkward moment occurred. Rosalynn was the one who initiated the next phase of the conversation. "So, will you at least consider my previous offer, dear?"

Rosalynn lifted her leg then crossed one over the other in a slow, casual, manner. It was obvious that she wanted to remind him of what that offer entailed.

"Certainly. I'll see what Cerene has to say, but you should know that if she seems upset by the concept at all it won't happen. A battle harem is one thing, but someone outside of that..." he allowed his voice to trail off.

"I understand completely. Please don't think of me as too forward. I am used to dealing with the sort of men who are incapable of rational thought when I stand before them naked." she said, a hint of mischief in her eyes.

Scott offered her a smile with slightly pursed lips. "And now I know why that first scene was in there."

Rosalynn threw her hand to her lips then leaned her head back and laughed once more. "Why, whatever do you mean, honey?"

He rolled his eyes, but could not help the laughed that bubbled to the surface. "You're certainly dangerous."

The mischievous twinkle in her eyes brightened to a shimmer. "I'm not dangerous." She leaned forward, her cleavage coming into better view, before she tilted her body sideways a little and cocked her head in the opposite direction. "I'm quite nurturing as a rule."

Scott could easily see how well she might nurture someone. Her current body posture left little to the imagination in that regard. It was strange. Despite her overly erotic mannerisms nothing about the woman made him think that she was cheap in any way. If anything, the overt sensual nature aside, she simply seemed interested and possibly a bit lonely.

"Should I call you Big Sister, too?" he asked lightly.

Her eyes shifted from a shimmer to a vibrant sparkle. "Oh, I would adore that, sweety."

"Of course, I could not have any sexual relations with you in that case." said Scott with a smile.

"What? Why?" she asked, shock evident in her tone. Her lips even quivered a little as a pout threatened to appear.

"I'm not into incest, you see." he said with the same warm smile.

The pout appeared briefly, but it was soon changed to a sweet smile and a bubbly laugh. "Oh, there's that wit again."

"You don't have to pretend I'm funny. It's alright." Scott laughed a little as well. "I don't mind spending time with you, so feel free to drop by. Though, I'm not taking my clothes off unless Cerene is cool with it. We both know that I have to add more girls to the harem over time, but that situation and this one are not the same."

"Fair enough." She said, before she took another sip of her tea. She placed her cup down atop her lap then leaned to the side and propped her head up against her knuckled. "I'm a patient girl."

Scott decided to take a drink of his own tea while he nodded to her in response. As he sipped his beverage she continued to speak, "Besides, if it comes down too it I could just join your harem, I suppose."

Tea spurted from Scott's mouth as the shock of her words overtook him. Unfortunately, it sprayed outward far enough to splatter indelicately across her chest and face. His eyes widened when he realized what he had done. "Oh, no. I am so sorry. Here let me clean that up."

Rosalynn's hands rose up at her sides, framing her breasts. Her fingers curled over a little as she looked down at her tea drenched breasts.

Scott stood up to fetch a towel. He dreaded the words that would come out of her mouth when he heard her start to speak.

"Goodness, such volume. Perhaps you are the man for me after all." she said lightly.

He blinked then turned toward her. The naughty professor tilted her head to the side and smiled softly. "Didn't you promise to help a lady out?"

"Right..." What the hell was with this woman? He asked himself as he went to fetch a towel. Once he got back she had removed her top and bra, her breasts were now supported by her crossed arms.

"I got you a towel." he said mechanically while trying not to stare at what she was obviously putting on display.

"I am ready to receive it good sir." she said lightly.

He tried to hand her the towel but she admonished him gently. "A man does not go back on his word. You said that you would clean it up."

"True." It was a trap. This whole set-up had to be a trap. This sort of thing simply did not happen outside of porn and his wildest fantasies.

Scott lightly dabbed at her chest with the towel while she smiled up at him. Her eye lashes lowered and she leaned back a little to provide him full access to her besmirched breasts.

"Be certain to get it all now." She pulled her arms away then crossed them over her head. This time she gazed hotly at him as he continued his work.

An auditory gulp echoed from his throat as he tried his best to resist the sensations racing throughout his body. He had a Cerene. He was not certain if she counted as a girlfriend, but she was certainly more than a casual acquaintance. This situation screamed entrapment to him, even if he was the one that instigated it.

Uncertain hands dabbed at certifiably amazing breasts for a moment before Scott realized his error. The tea had dried a little while he did his masculine duty. "You might need to go get cleaned up in the bathroom, the tea has dried a little."

"Ah, is there a bath tub or shower available?" asked Rosalynn in an innocent tone of voice that immediately made Scott think that she intended anything but innocence.

"Yeah, I have a shower you can use." he admitted to her.

"Excellent... I would ask you to join me, but I suppose there are some things that a girl must do on her own."

"Yes. Yes, there are." said Scott with a rapid nod of the head. Had she heard his actual thoughts at the moment she would have heard him think, Dammit woman, just take your sexy ass on somewhere. A man could only resist such temptation for so long before even a good man might do a bad, bad, thing.

She pouted at him a little then patted him lightly on the cheek before sauntering off toward the bathroom. After she entered, she poked her head back out and said, "I'd say no peaking, but then I'd be a liar." before offering him an exaggerated wink.

Scott turned around and faced his door. "Right, right. No peaking."

Her feminine giggle echoed through the room for a brief moment. She did not even bother to shut the bathroom door.

"Damn, my heart can't take this shit." muttered Scott. Was he in the wrong here? People in this world had sex with strangers frequently, and often they had it in public. More than once he had looked out the high-window in his jail cell and seen people going at it like rabbits.

He supposed that was mostly human and demons having sex with each other. For all he knew, human on human action was just as prudish as back in his country of origin. Cerene had made mention of such things now and then in regards to how the students at her school acted.

A softly sung melody echoed out of the bathroom as Rosalynn took her shower. Scott did his best not to go peak. His resistance was wearing down with every second that passed. "Fuck, man I need a miracle."

A knock came from his front door. "The hell?" Had god delivered his miracle by way of messenger?

Scott opened the door and saw the one person he wanted to see in this world. "Cerene!"

"Scott! Hi." she said, a cheerful smile on her lips. Her bright eyes were wide with the joy and excitement of their meeting.

Just behind Cerene stood Reina. She had her customary angry look, mixed with a hint of something else. After a moment, Scott decided that she must have some sort of anger-based diarrhea and let it go.

"How have you been? Anything interesting happen?" asked Cerene as she opened her arms for a hug.

Scott started to say something, but his words died in his throat when the worst possible thing happened. He remembered what was just going on in his room. It was at that moment when the shower stopped. "Well, actually..."

Rosalynn left the bathroom wrapped in a towel, her hands were up in the midst of wrapping her hair in one as well.

"Scott, honey. I really needed that."

"Big Sister?" asked Cerene curiously.

Reina's jaw fell open in surprise. The surprise passed quickly, but became a moment where she pointed and spoke in incomprehensible babble-speak.

Everyone ignored Reina for the moment as Rosalynn walked over with an exaggerated wiggle in her walk. "Hi, sweety. You're early."

Scott blinked then looked back at the woman who wore nothing but twin towels. He glanced back over to Cerene.

"I know, but I couldn't wait anymore." said Cerene warmly.

"The hell...?" asked Scott in a slow but somehow high-pitched tone.

Rosalynn finished her wiggle-walk and slipped her arms around Scott. "Aren't you going to invite Cerene in, honey? There is much to discuss, and she is your number one girl after all."

"Uh, yeah..." said Scott, still confused by the implications of this turn of events.

Cerene giggled at him then stepped lightly through the door. There was much to discuss indeed.

Scott closed the door behind Cerene. Reina continued to babble for a moment then flailed her arms around a little. She moved forward to listen at the door. Their voices were muffled, but she did hear one exchange clearly. "Goodness, there was such volume! It completely drenched my breasts."

"Was it really that bad?" asked the slightly muffled voice of Cerene.

For a moment, I thought that I might drown." replied Rosalynn, before she unleashed a sultry laugh.

"A-animal..." whispered Reina, her eyes wide and a little frightened. Though, her voice sounded strangely intrigued.