Page 113 of Class Studies

Ashe gently carried me up the spiral stairs before setting me on the bed. Once again, the five mages surrounded me, two on each side, with the professor between my legs. They slapped their dicks against my stiff nipples and stomach making me yearn for more.

The professor lifted my hips to ensure everyone had a good view and fed my needy pussy inch by burning inch. I whimpered. His girth gave me everything I missed over the last three days. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He thrust again, and I pulled him to me, my muscles pulsing and begging.

Ashe’s familiar mouth throat fucked my nipples. I withered, gripping and pulling any surface I could find.

“Beryl.” Professor Garnet thrust into me a final time. “You’re next. Flip her on her side for better access.”

The professor’s low, confident voice wrapped around me. I don’t know whose strong hands rolled me, but I found myself on my side with Beryl sucking on my clit while Saffron played with the toy in my ass.

Ashe growled and pulled away from my breasts. I didn’t have a moment to think about it as Tanwyn took his place, nibbling and licking my stiff mounds.

I closed my eyes and groaned.

Beryl grunted, kissing each of my thighs before repositioning himself. “You’re cook’n bratwursts.”

Saffron rolled the plug in my ass and pulsed it just as Beryl thrust his dick deep into me. Professor Garnet captured my lips. I moaned around the kiss as the double sensation sent a euphoric wave through my limbs.

Beryl thrust harder, grounding me. “We need all five brats to come out perfect.”

I tried to giggle, but my world was a ball of heat and lust.

Tanwyn’s mouth joined the professor’s. The two of them muffled my moans, leaving wet kisses along my neck before tracing the paths with the soft point of their dicks. They rested their glistening tips against my lips, and I snaked my tongue between them.

Ashe growled. “Why is this hot?”

“It’s the Bar-B-Q, bro,” Beryl said, making a sucking sound with his lips. “The grill is best loaded up with meat.”

I opened my eyes and pleaded with Ashe to join back in.

Ashe grunted unhappily, eyeing the Greek God relentlessly playing with my ass. “I said never with Saff, but fuck it. Just this once.”

He threw himself down on the bed. Placing a hand on Beryl’s stomach, they adjusted to each other so Ashe could clamp his lips around my clit. Beryl whooped and pulled my legs over his shoulder, thrusting into me with almost childlike exuberance.

Pleasure took over my reality. Nothing except the mages accepting my magic existed. Power flowed between us as my orgasm built. The moment I started to tremble and buck, Beryl buried himself in me. He leaned forward, forcing the other four to scatter, and enveloped me in a kiss, before releasing me.

“Time to flip the sausage.” Placing his arms on either side of my head, he rolled onto the pillows and turned to kiss me upside-down. Ashe slid up my front and pulled the same leg over his hip.

I would’ve purred as he stretched me, caressing my g-spot, but Beryl had my tongue between his lips.

“Just perfect,” Tanwyn found my hand and guided it to his straining dick as his gaze filled with Ashe. I gripped his length, stroking him in time to the Gentle Giant's delicious strokes.

The plug in my ass slid out a final time, and I jerked forward as fingers replaced it. I abandoned Beryl’s kisses to watch Professor Garnet help Saffron wiggle up my backside. The two kissed each other before focusing on me. As one, Saffron removed his finger and lined up his dick. He slid into my back passage slowly, waiting for the professor to do the same to him.

Saffron grunted, his face twisted with pleasure as the professor’s dick drove the younger mage into my butt. The momentum buried Ashe into my pulsing walls, and the massive mage groaned, holding all of us in place.

I lost my hold on Tanwyn, unable to focus on anything but myself. The summoner leaned forward and worshiped my chest and stomach. A single finger lightly pressed on my clit, threatening to shatter me right then and there.

“Wait for us, Aphy.” The professor squeezed the side of my butt. “It’s not a race. Stay here with us.”

I took a deep breath and relaxed. Beryl’s lips claimed mine once more.

Ashe set the pace, the trio pressuring my core from two sides at once. I vibrated between the five of them—every fiber of my being filled with magic, lust, and love. As I thought it, tears sprang to my eyes. Love. This was love. Compromising and sacrificing to make sure everyone was happy in the end.

Beryl kissed each of my tear-streaked eyes. “The Bar-B-Q’s perfect,” he whispered. “It only needs a final turn.”

I tilted my head back and sucked his salty throbbing tip into my mouth. Beryl grunted and swelled, his voice joined by Ashe as they emptied their loads into me. My magic sang. I shattered, squeezing Saffron’s dick, still pressuring my ass. I panted as waves of my climax bowed my body. My magic swirled and calmed for two of them, only to rage for the remaining three.

Beryl swooped down and tasted himself on my lips. “You’re the special sauce, my goddess.”

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