The lamia is relentless, continuing to work the tip of her tail in and out of Jordan's passage, driving her to orgasm and past, not stopping even as Jordan's inner walls tighten around her again and again.  Finally, as Jordan sinks back into unconsciousness, the lamia languidly withdraws her tail, the tip dripping with Jordan's slick fluids.  "Very good."  She coos.  "Class dismissed.  Back to your chambers."  The last thing that Jordan sees is that edged smile, and those glinting eyes.<br/><br/>Jordan wakes in the chamber that she and Miri share, lying on her own bed.  Miri sits on the adjacent one, fidgeting from side to side as she watches, her deep brown eyes brimming with concern.  "Are you ok?"  She asks, standing, her generous bare breasts bobbing lightly with her motion.  Frowning, she lays one gentle hand on Jordan's forehead.  "We've been under a lot of strain, since..."  She looks down, unwilling to quite articulate the start of their troubles.  The moment passes, and her gaze comes up again, her eyes bright with anger.  "I can't believe that the instructor used you like that!"  She says through clenched jaw.  "But I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, given what goes on here..."