Letting out a long, low groan as Tessa's tongue touches his cock, he lets his tongue slither down the front of her dress, sticky spittle soaking her skin. The part of him that's the Father can't believe she's succumbed so easily. Perhaps it's true, that the students are sluts, that they long for the touch of a man. The thought emboldens him, making him sink deeper into the thrall of the demon as he thrusts his hips forward, invading her mouth.