Velastra felt the weight of every gaze in the room as Professor Virelle's voice cut through the air.
"Miss Bloodborne, to the center please," Virelle commanded, her violet eyes glinting with a mix of curiosity and challenge.
Her voluptuous figure leaned against the podium, her emerald gown clinging to her massive tits and round ass, the fabric so tight it seemed to dare the room to look away. Velastra's cock twitched again, but she forced her focus to the task, her boots clicking on the floor as she strode to the center of the runic room.
All the students were staring, their eyes raking over her leather jacket, the "Blood Is the Way to My Heart" tee hugging her full breasts, and the black jean shorts that left her plump ass cheeks peeking out. The bulge of her she-cock, barely concealed, drew more than a few lingering glances. Whispers rippled through the classroom, a soft buzz that prickled Velastra's vampiric senses.
"Who's that?" a zombie in a sheer blouse murmured, her perky tits pressing against the fabric as she leaned forward.
"She's that Twilight Fringe girl," a werewolf replied.
"She doesn't look like a Twilight Fringer," a pixie no bigger than a pinky finger with glittering wings hissed.
"She's hot," a ghoul whispered.
"You think she's taken?" another witch giggled, her short shorts riding up her plump ass as she twirled a lock of hair.
"Settle down, girls!" Virelle's voice cracked like a whip, though her lips curled into a sly smile.
She tapped her amethyst-tipped staff on the floor, the runes in the circle flaring briefly.
"Now, Velastra, rumor has it vampires are quite adept at transformation magic. Why don't you show us how your people handle such a simple task?"
Velastra could tell she was being sized up, not just by Virelle, whose gaze felt like a caress laced with danger, but by every pair of eyes in the room. The witches, werewolves, mummy's, and specters all leaned forward, their auras pulsing with curiosity, desire, and a hint of envy. Lila, seated near the front, bit her lip, her cleavage revealing the flush creeping down her chest, her short skirt barely covering her jiggling ass as she fidgeted. Backed into a corner, Velastra did the only thing she knew how: take control of the room. They wanted to see a transformation? Well, she'd show them one they'd never forget.
Drawing on her vampiric knowledge of the mystic arts, she snapped her fingers, channeling a surge of forbidden magic. The air crackled, the runes on the floor flaring red, and in an instant, a wave of heat pulsed through the classroom. Every stitch of clothing on every girl in the room,except Velastra and Lila, spontaneously combusted, vanishing in a flicker of harmless flame, leaving them stark naked.
Screams erupted as the students leapt from their seats, their hands flying to cover their exposed bodies, though it did little to hide their curves. The witch in the blouse, now bare, clutched her perky tits, her round ass jiggling as she dove for her bag, using it as a makeshift shield. The werewolf, her toned abs and firm breasts fully exposed, snarled and grabbed a headscarf, wrapping it around her thick thighs, her eyes flashing with panic. The pixie's glittering wings fluttered frantically as she tried to cover her petite frame, her pert ass bouncing as she darted behind a desk. A specter, her ethereal form now fully visible, shimmered with embarrassment, her ghostly curves glowing as she flickered toward the door. Others ran outright, their naked bodies, fat asses, bouncing tits, and flushed skin, disappearing into the hall, leaving a trail of gasps and curses.
Even Professor Virelle was stripped down to her birthday suit, her voluptuous mature body on full display. Her massive tits, heavy and round, jiggled with every furious breath, her dark nipples hard in the cool air. Her curvy hips flared into a juicy, heart-shaped ass that quivered as she shifted, her creamy thighs glistening under the crystal chandelier's light. Her pussy, neatly trimmed, was framed by her thick, sensual curves, and her long black hair, now unpinned, cascaded over her shoulders, barely covering her heaving breasts. The emerald gown was gone, leaving her in nothing but her stiletto heels, which only amplified her slutty, forbidden allure. She was a vision of raw, mature sexuality, every inch of her screaming temptation, and Velastra's cock throbbed painfully in her shorts, straining against the fabric.
Virelle's face flushed a deep red, her violet eyes blazing with humiliated rage as she stood exposed before her students. She crossed her arms over her massive tits, but it only pushed them up, making them spill over her forearms.
"Velastra!" she bellowed, her voice trembling with fury.
"This is highly indecent! What do you think you're doing? You've disgraced this classroom, humiliated your peers, and defied my authority! This is an outrage, a complete mockery of Evermist's standards!"
Her scowl deepened, her cheeks burning as she tried to maintain her composure, her juicy ass clenching with every angry word.
The students' whispers and gasps only fueled her embarrassment, her naked body trembling with the effort to hold her ground.
Lila, still seated, was frozen in place, her hazel eyes wide as she took in the chaos of bouncing asses and jiggling breasts around her. Her short pencil skirt rode up, exposing her plump ass cheeks, and Velastra's vampiric senses caught the faint scent of her arousal, her pussy was wet, dripping against her seat as she stared, transfixed, at the naked spectacle. Lila's freckled cheeks burned, her hands gripping the desk to keep from squirming, her body radiating heat.
Velastra, unfazed, walked to the center podium and plopped down, crossing her legs with a lazy confidence. Her leather jacket creaked as she did. A huge grin spread across her face as she took in the beautiful sight before her, naked bodies scrambling, curves bouncing, and Virelle's furious, voluptuous form glaring at her.
The classroom's runes pulsed erratically, the crystal chandelier casting wild shadows across the chaos, and the air thrummed with magic and raw, unfiltered desire. Velastra leaned back, her crimson eyes gleaming, savoring the power she'd seized and the fire she'd ignited in Evermist's crucible.
* * *
Velastra leaned against the stone wall outside Professor Virelle's classroom, the hallway quiet now that the other students had scattered after the chaotic spellcasting class. The midday sun filtered through the arched windows, casting soft patterns across the floating corridor, where the celestial runes glowed faintly, their energy subdued in the absence of activity. Velastra's leather jacket felt slightly rumpled from the morning's events, and her boots tapped idly on the marble floor as she waited, her sharp eyes scanning the empty hall.
"Enter," Virelle's voice called from within, sharp and laced with irritation.
Velastra pushed open the heavy door and stepped inside. The classroom was as striking as before, its circular chamber lined with shelves of glowing spell components and a massive runic circle etched into the floor, now dormant. The crystal chandelier above cast a soft, steady light, illuminating Virelle, who stood behind her podium, now clothed in a fitted black robe that hugged her voluptuous frame, its high collar and long sleeves a stark contrast to her earlier, scandalous gown. Her black hair was pinned up again, and her violet eyes fixed on Velastra with a mix of annoyance and authority, her plump lips pressed into a thin line.
"Close the door," Virelle ordered, her tone clipped.
Velastra complied, the door shutting with a heavy thud, the wards humming faintly as they sealed. Virelle stepped forward, her heels clicking, her curves swaying subtly under the robe.
"Do you have any idea what you've done, Velastra?" she snapped, her voice low but cutting.
"That stunt in class was reckless, disrespectful, and dangerous. You humiliated your peers and undermined my authority. Evermist hasn't had a vampire student in over 150 years, and do you know why? Because your kind are mischievous, feral, and utterly disruptive, especially with the other girls. They left chaos in their wake, and you're already proving no different."
Velastra leaned against a desk, her grin faint but unrepentant, her vampiric senses catching the undercurrent of Virelle's frustration, and something else, a flicker of curiosity.
"Sounds like I'm living up to the legacy," she said, her voice teasing.
Virelle's eyes narrowed, her hands clenching.
"Don't test me, Velastra. I know more about your kind than you might think." She paused, her gaze sharpening, as if peeling back Velastra's secrets.
"I know, for instance, that a vampire who refuses to drink human blood, for whatever reason, faces an agonizing transformation. Their body rewrites itself, replacing the need for blood with… something else." Her voice dropped, her eyes flicking briefly to Velastra's hips, where the faint bulge of her she-cock hinted at the truth.
"And I suspect you know exactly what that something is."
The air between them thickened. Velastra's grin faded, her heart pounding, not from fear but from the thrill of being seen, truly seen, by this woman whose authority and allure were as intoxicating as they were dangerous.
Virelle's eyes gleamed with a knowing intensity as she stepped closer, her voice dropping to a sultry murmur.
"Blood isn't what you crave any longer, is it, little vampire girl?"
Her fingers deftly unfastened the top of her black robe, letting it fall open just enough for her heavy breasts to spill forward, barely contained, their soft curves straining against the fabric. The sight was a spell in itself, her voluptuous form radiating raw feminine attraction in the softly lit classroom.
For the first time in nearly 300 years, Velastra felt a rush of genuine fluster. This stunning necromancer had her heart hammering, a wild rhythm that echoed in her chest. Her fangs pulsed, sharp and aching, and a wave of pure passion surged through her, setting her nerves alight. Virelle's presence was overwhelming, her scent of sandalwood and grave dust, her commanding aura, and the way her eyes seemed to strip Velastra bare, seeing every secret.
This woman knew more about vampire biology than most vampires did. She knew about Velastra's massive, throbbing she-cock, knew it was straining in her shorts, and knew that Velastra was deep in the throes of vampiric heat, her body screaming with need.
Velastra's back hit the edge of a desk, her breath catching as Virelle closed the distance. Before she could find words, Virelle straddled her, climbing onto the desk with a fluid grace that made Velastra's cock pulse harder. The necromancer's breasts pressed against Velastra's, their softness smothering her through the thin fabric of her graphic tee, the heat of their bodies melding. The air was thick, heavy with unspoken desire, the tension so palpable it could be sliced with a blade.
Without warning, Virelle's hand shot to Velastra's throat, her fingers clamping down with a fierce grip. Velastra's eyes widened, shock coursing through her as her breath caught, the pressure stealing her air. Her vampiric strength could have broken free, but the raw intensity in Virelle's violet eyes pinned her in place. What was this woman planning?
The necromancer leaned in, her breath hot against Velastra's ear, and whispered, "If you tell anyone about this, I'll kill you with my bare hands."
Before Velastra could process the threat, Virelle's tongue dragged up her face, a slow, deliberate lick from chin to forehead, leaving a trail of heat that made Velastra's cock throb.
Then Virelle dove in, her lips crashing against Velastra's in a violent kiss, all hunger and dominance. Her tongue invaded Velastra's mouth, sucking on her tongue like it was a cock, biting her lips with sharp nips, and licking her teeth with a feral intensity. The kiss was a storm, raw and unyielding, Virelle's grip on Velastra's throat tightening just enough to keep her breathless, teetering on the edge of control. The classroom's air grew heavier, the runes on the floor flickering as if feeding on the charged energy.
Velastra tried to hold back, her body trembling with restraint, but her vampiric heat betrayed her. Her massive she-cock, already straining, slipped free from her shorts, flopping out with a heavy thud. It slapped against Virelle's bare skin, sliding between her thick, juicy ass cheeks like a hot dog in a bun, with her robe caught between the crossfire, the heat and softness enveloping Velastra's length.
Virelle's robe had parted just enough to expose her curves, and the sensation of her plush ass cradling Velastra's cock sent a jolt through her, her pulse racing as she fought the urge to thrust.
The sudden sensation of Velastra's cock nestled between Virelle's fat ass cheeks, made Virelle kiss her even harder, her lips pressing with bruising force. Her tongue dove deeper, sucking and biting with feral intensity, as if claiming Velastra's mouth entirely. Velastra's hands moved instinctively, reaching to grab Virelle's thick, rounded ass, desperate to feel its softness, but Virelle was quicker. She slammed Velastra's hand onto the desk with a sharp crack, the wood groaning under the force, and continued kissing her, unrelenting.
About a minute passed, each moment a haze of raw passion, until Virelle finally pulled back, her lips releasing Velastra's with a wet, audible pop. She exhaled deeply, her chest heaving, her violet eyes glinting with satisfaction.
"Fuck yeah, that's the stuff," she purred, her voice low and triumphant.
She released her chokehold on Velastra's throat, her fingers lingering briefly before slipping away. With a fluid motion, she unstraddled Velastra, her robe swishing as she slid off the desk, her curves swaying with every step. Virelle sauntered out of the classroom, her heels clicking with deliberate style, leaving the door ajar and the wards humming faintly in her wake.
Velastra slumped against the desk, her breath ragged, her cock still hard and aching.
"What the actual fuck just happened?" she muttered, her mind a whirlwind of confusion, arousal, and utter bewilderment.
Her fangs pulsed, her body flushed with heat, and her heart raced with a mix of flustered need and disorientation. Virelle's dominance, her cryptic knowledge, and that searing, violent kiss had left Velastra reeling, her vampiric instincts screaming for more while her mind scrambled to make sense of it. The classroom felt too quiet now, the runes dim, the spectral gardens outside glowing softly, oblivious to the storm that had just torn through her.