"You are drooling on the bed," Viktor observed pleasantly, looking not at her but at the curtain.
On the other side of it, the shadow of a slender elven princess grew on the fabric, approaching.
The headmistress saw it too, over the ridge of her own stuffed cheek, and she trembled from head to toe. They were about to be caught. The headmistress of the academy, face down on a cock, in the medical wing, with a student princess twenty steps away. The fear poured through her, and to her eternal shame it went straight down her spine and into her cunt, and her pussy flooded around her own fingers, wetter than it had been all night.
She did not care. She could not have cared. She moaned around the mouthful.
"Let me take you somewhere on a vacation," Viktor said mildly, watching the shadow arrive. "Maybe on our honeymoon."
The headmistress nodded around his cock, eyes wet, throat full, and he held her head down flat against his pelvis and finished.
