With the emotional weight of Morgana's submission settled in her mind, Lyssandra could finally refocus her will on her true priority: strengthening Nazas dungeon.
Her blue eyes scanned the newly built structure, assessing it critically. "Hmm." She nodded once, sharply. "Excellent work."
Before her stood a sturdy, rectangular building constructed from dark, weathered logs and smooth, grey stones. It was simple, functional, and surprisingly charming - a stark contrast to the grim, martial feel of the old arena nearby. This was Nazas's first 'school'.
Lyssandra strode inside, her heels clicking on the wooden floorboards. The single, large room was well-lit by high windows cut into the thick stone walls. Row upon row of mismatched tables and chairs filled the space, each crafted to accommodate the wide range of inhabitants, from the nimble, swift goblins to the hulking hobgoblins. It smelled of freshly cut wood and damp earth.
She moved down the aisles, stopping at each table to run her fingers along the rough surface. On each one sat a flat, rectangular slab of slate, slightly polished to accept markings, and a sharp, chalky stone. "Stone slates and stone styluses," she murmured, a hint of pride in her voice. "Resourceful. Crude, but effective." It was far better than scribbling in dirt.
She turned to a small group of goblin workers lingering near the doorway, their yellow eyes wide as they watched their Mistress.
Lyssandra stepped onto the raised podium. Before her stood the massive stone slab she'd used yesterday, its surface still bearing the carefully etched lines of the alphabet.
"Settle down, everyone," she commanded, her voice ringing with clear authority. "Let's begin today's lesson."
The students – a motley assortment of swift goblins, towering hobgoblins, and even the pregnant Bloom Mothers Helena and Naya shuffled into the room. They moved quickly, surprisingly graceful for creatures in their condition, and took their seats at the tables.
A hush fell over the room, the only sound the rustle of fabric as they settled.
Lyssandra surveyed her students. "Impressive." A pleased smile curved her lips. "It seems the majority of you have retained yesterday's material." Her eyes flickered over the carved alphabet on the slate, then across the expectant faces.
Most were nodding, their expressions eager, a few even looking proud. "Very good."
But her gaze lingered on one figure in particular: the shadow goblin named Two, one of the trio. He sat at the front, his dark form almost blending into the wood behind him, he was the first one who memorized the alphabet.
"My, my," Lyssandra purred, a hint of sultriness entering her voice as she leaned back on the large teacher's chair, crossing her long legs dangerously.
The leather creaked softly beneath her weight. "It seems we have a star pupil today." Her eyes locked with Two's, hidden in the depths of his hood. "Come here, little one. You deserve a reward again."
Two hesitated for a fraction of a second, surprise flashing in the slits of his mask. Then, with a surge of pride evident in the set of his shoulders, he rose and approached the podium. He moved silently, his steps making no sound, stopping directly before her chair. His back was to the rest of the class.
Lyssandra uncrossed her legs, sitting forward. "Kneel," she commanded, her voice low and resonant.
Without a moment's hesitation, the shadow goblin sank to his knees before her, his head bowed submissively.
The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly. The other students watched, wide-eyed, a palpable tension humming in the air.
Some shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Lyssandra's smile deepened. 'Oh, this would be fun.'
"Good boy." Her voice was like honey as she reached out, her hand hovering over Two's bowed head. The anticipation was thick enough to cut. "Now, my clever little goblin… enjoy."
Lyssandra watched Two kneel before her, a thrill of power coursing through her veins. Leisurely, she reached down and grasped the crotch of her form-fitting black bodysuit. The stretchy fabric gave way with a soft hiss as she pulled it aside, revealing her monstrous penis, still tucked securely inside her tight, dripping pussy.
With a deft flick of her wrist, she hooked her fingers under the thick shaft and tugged. There was a loud, wet schlop as her enormous cock slid free from its warm sheath, unfurling like a cobra from a basket. It stood proudly at attention, throbbing and glistening with her slick fluids.
The sheer size and weight of it made the air thrum. Before Two could react, the massive head slapped against his chin with a solid thwack, nearly knocking him over. He braced himself with a hand on the floor, his eyes wide as saucers as he stared at the pulsing meat before him.
A collective intake of breath filled the room. Then came the gulps, loud, desperate sounds as the other students watched, mesmerized and salivating openly.
The smell of precum, thick and sweetly pungent, hung heavy in the air.
"Come now," Lyssandra cooed, her voice low and commanding. "Open wide for me."
She cupped Two's chin firmly in one hand, tilting his head upwards. His eyes met hers, filled with a swirling mix of shock, awe, and… something else. A flicker of fear? Lust?
'Reward? What kind of reward is this?' Two's mind raced. 'How am I supposed to… it's bigger than my head!'
His thoughts were chaotic, overwhelmed by the sheer scale of the cock looming before him. The head was a deep, angry red, engorged and dripping steadily with thick precum. A drop splattered onto his nose, warm and slick.
He flinched, but Lyssandra held him fast, guiding his face forward. "Kiss it," she murmured.
Almost involuntarily, Two's lips brushed against the flared rim of her cockhead. The salty-sweet flavor exploded on his tongue, unlike anything he'd ever tasted.
'This smell…' he thought, dazed. 'It's so strong, so… good.'
He licked hesitantly at the pearly fluid, gathering it onto his tongue. The taste was incredible.
'Delicious!'
All rational thought fled. Driven by primal desire, Two opened his mouth as wide as he could and leaned forward, straining to take the impossible girth into his mouth.
Two strained forward, his small hands pressed into his thighs, bracing himself as his jaw creaked alarmingly wide to accept the massive, bulbous head. It felt like it would dislocate. He whimpered around the invading girth, the sound muffled and pathetic.
Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he inched closer. The thick shaft stretched his lips obscenely, filling his mouth until his cheeks bulged outwards like a squirrel hoarding nuts.
Then the head reached the back of his throat. His eyes rolled back, showing the whites, as tears streamed freely down his flushed cheeks, mixing with the rivers of saliva overflowing his stretched lips.
'How… how is this… possible…?' His mind screamed as he forced his torso forward.
He felt it. The impossible pressure, the unbearable stretch. His neck distended as the thick cock pushed down, relentless, seeking to conquer his gullet.
"Oh, yes, just like that," Lyssandra breathed, her voice dripping with arousal. She watched with intense fascination as her cock disappeared millimeter by millimeter into the tiny goblin's throat.
"You're doing so well!"
Her hand tightened in his hair, guiding his head with gentle but inexorable pressure. He gagged violently, his body convulsing, but she held him firm.
With one final push, his nose met her smooth pubic mound. The base of her cock pressed firmly against his stretched lips. Inside him, the thick head pulsed against the sensitive walls of his stomach. It was licentious, a grotesque bulge traveling down his throat and distending his slender neck.
Gllrk…Gllrk…Gllrk…
The wet, gurgling sound was loud in the stunned silence of the classroom. Two's body trembled, impaled completely on her massive phallus.
The bulge was visible from his neck down to his upper chest, a raunchy, pulsating outline beneath his taut skin. Saliva dripped in thick ropes from his stretched mouth, splattering onto the floorboards.
"Look at you," Lyssandra purred, a cruel smile playing on her lips. She held his head in place, savoring the sight of his complete submission, his body violated so thoroughly. "Such a good boy, taking my cock all the way down. Your throat is mine."