Exam in Progress [Eden & Mnemaxa]
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				Title: <strong>Exam in Progress [Eden &amp; Mnemaxa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mnemaxa</strong> on <strong>07-06-2009, 06:56:53</strong>
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				Professor Jennet watched as the students she'd chose to hand out the worksheets walked from desk to desk, the glittering, flitting faeries that decorated nearly every student's desk shifting as the strangers walked past.&nbsp; She smiled indulgently; as a professor, she never brought her faeries to school of course.&nbsp; Besides, her faeries were breeders, rather than simply being pets, and it would probably be somewhat inappropriate for her students to see how her faeries acted.&nbsp; <br><br>The television was rolled out into the back of the room and everyone started turning their desks around.&nbsp; She leaned back in her chair and smiled, looking forward to indulging in a little time to herself while the class worked on their lessons in critical thinking and movie analysis.&nbsp; However one of the students seemed to be having problems with his faerie, and was extorting the little thing to leave her leash alone.&nbsp; Several of the other students were giggling and blushing, and glanced back at her as she stood up.&nbsp; <br><br>"Problem, Mr. Stewart?"&nbsp; She glided up behind him, severe and smartly dressed, her skirt just barely regulation length and her hair tightly bound up in a bun and pierced by a pen.&nbsp; The young man was looking embarrassed and his cheeks were flushed as he looked up guiltily.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm not sure what's wrong with her, Professor...."&nbsp; 'Her' was his faerie, a delicate little thing currently trying to squirm up against his hand in a way that was quite interesting.&nbsp; It was fairly obvious what she was trying to do, but the poor boy had apparently not been the subject of a young lady's affections.&nbsp; Unless he was a little bit fey himself, which was entirely possible, given his penchant for shyness and interest in certain other classmates.&nbsp; <br><br>But that was neither here nor there.&nbsp; "I'll take charge of her for the remainder of the class, Mr. Stewart, since you haven't trained her well enough to not be a distraction in class."&nbsp; Her stern comment brought blood to the boy's cheeks and ears, and she held out her hand for the leash.&nbsp; "What is her name, Mr. Stewart?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Exam in Progress [Eden &amp; Mnemaxa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>15-06-2009, 04:43:07</strong>
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				The student's eyebrows rose, upset at being singled out but too embarrassed to bring more attention to himself for protesting. "She's called Willow, Professor. She was a gift from my brother. You'll let me have her back, at the end?" He reluctantly handed the slender leash to the teacher, the faerie not taking the hint until Stewart shook her off his hand. <br><br>The faerie lifted in the air, her dark wings working with a purr louder than usual. Her wings were large, the tips reaching past her heels when still. Instead of the powdery scales of the butterfly-wings breeds or the membrane panels of dragonfly-winged breeds, Willow's wings (http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll98/thetragicfragments/character/1244983519BPeM8wL.jpg) seemed to be made of velvet, a soft downy fuzz covering them in a beautiful mix of colour - browns and creams swirled with inky greens and indigos. <br><br>Her skin was the same creamy brown, and her short hair was black with an iridescent blue sheen. The clothes she wore were off-white and of wide weave, a simple halter top and loose skirt that she had hitched up to her hips to better satisfy her need.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Exam in Progress [Eden &amp; Mnemaxa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mnemaxa</strong> on <strong>15-06-2009, 06:36:49</strong>
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				The professor smiled at the young man, a rather severe sort of smile, but she spoke in a more reassuring tone.&nbsp; "Yes, Mr. Stewart, you'll have her back at the end of class.&nbsp; Your attention will need to be on the examination and your work."&nbsp; Professor Jennet took the leash and walked back to her desk, letting the class head take care of shutting the heavy draperies and his female opposite turn off the lights as the television blared to life.&nbsp; The faerie obediently followed, her flight somewhat erratic as her hands moved busily under the lifted skirt.&nbsp; She was a desperate little thing; the professor didn't try to prevent her however, at least, not immediately.&nbsp; <br><br>Once the last bit of settling had finished in the class, and their attention was fixed forward, the Professor attached the leash to a sturdy iron loop attached to the desk specifically for this purpose.&nbsp; All of the desks had them now, including the students desk - not merely to keep the student's hands free, but to make sure the faeries could not get too close to one another as well.&nbsp; The professor took a cotton swab and gently used the soft tip to push the tunic of the lovely faerie up higher, making the halter top more tight and binding the faeries wings a little, making it difficult for her to ignore it.&nbsp; That done, she used the soft q-tip to pull the skirt down about her legs, and ankles, forcing the poor thing to want that off as well.&nbsp; <br><br>As the faerie fought her clothing, the Professor opened a drawer and picked up a small petrie dish that had a thick layer of rose honey in it.&nbsp; She dipped the cotton swab's tip in the sticky treat and rolled it a little, gathering quite a bit of the treat on the tip of the swab.&nbsp; As the faerie struggled with her clothing, the professor let the sticky swab come close to where she writhed and squirmed, letting the odor of the sweet treat waft to her momentary plaything.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Exam in Progress [Eden &amp; Mnemaxa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>18-06-2009, 02:32:26</strong>
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				The delicate faerie squirmed and struggled, urgently trying to get her her clothes off. The skirt she kicked free of her feet, but her top was a struggle for the frustrated fey. She lost patience quickly and the was a soft tearing as Willow ripped the flimsy fabric off. It drifted down to the desk, forgotten. Faeries were known for their dislike of clothing, but tolerated being dressed up by their owners. <br><br>Her hands went back between her legs, rubbing herself with desperate concentration, ignoring everything from the faerie males watching her with rapt attention to the professor rustling in her desk. That was, until the sweet scent of honey found her. Her wings fluttered in excitement and her head lifted, dark eyes opening. The motion of her hands slowed as she spotted the q-tip, her attention fixing on it and became just as important as her urge to mate.<br><br>Her wings beat briefly and she bit her lower lip before reaching for the honey with one hand, craving the sugar-fuelled bliss that honey gave the high-metabolismed faeries.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Exam in Progress [Eden &amp; Mnemaxa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mnemaxa</strong> on <strong>21-06-2009, 05:37:49</strong>
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				Professor Jennet smiled at the eagerness with which the faerie sought the honey, and kept it from her, leading her on until she was reaching for the cotton swab with both hands.&nbsp; Only then did she let her grasp the tube of the q-tip, and lick at the drop of honey that coated it.&nbsp; She kept a constant, steady pull on it, forcing the faerie to hold onto it since it would be difficult for the darling thing to fly and feed at the same time.&nbsp; Maneuvering the pretty creature so she was facing away from the professor.&nbsp; <br><br>Smiling she kept the tension on the q-tip steady, but didn't pull or maneuver her any further - instead, she lowered it, forcing the delicate creature to lean over, exposing her tiny derriere.&nbsp; If she could have gotten away with it, Jennet would have photographed the lovely thing - her wings were extraordinary, and she idly wondered what sort of breeds she could manage with her own stock.&nbsp; Regretfully, it was both too dark and also ill advised to do so in such a public setting.&nbsp; So she picked up her pencil, and turned it, placing the rubber tip gently along the tiny slit of the faerie's sex and slowly stroking it as she fed on the rose-honey.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Exam in Progress [Eden &amp; Mnemaxa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 06:37:59</strong>
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				The dark pixie licked and suckled at the honey-soaked cotton, following after it with a grunt of irritation, barely noticing how she had been turned or even that she bent to keep feeding on the sticky honey. The rich, sugary treat gave the fey a rush that made her wings tremble, the spike of energy demanding to be burned off but her desire to keep feeding holding her in place. <br><br>The presence of the rubber tip made her wings flutter with a start, though they quietened to a restless shiver after a moment. The gentle rub against her sensitive and needy sex was a welcome relief to the unrelenting urge to mate. Her hips rocked forwards to gain some extra friction, a pleading mewl emanating from her busy mouth. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Exam in Progress [Eden &amp; Mnemaxa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mnemaxa</strong> on <strong>05-07-2009, 05:49:33</strong>
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				Putting the rubber to good use, the professor felt heat of her own starting to build, and her own heart rate quickening.&nbsp; She slowly glanced about the room, though her students were entirely engrossed in the video.&nbsp; She paused in her tormenting of the delicate faerie only long enough to put up a binder and open a book on the side, so that it looked like she was grading papers.&nbsp; Jennett then picked up the pencil again and used the eraser to massage the dark fae's pudenda once more, opening the tiny slit and exposing the wet petals of the creature's sex.&nbsp; <br><br>Working the blunt eraser tip against the exposed petals and tiny hole, the teacher encouraged the faerie to press back, turning the pencil so one edge of the eraser fell firmly into the slit between her legs.&nbsp; The honey was almsot gone, she noted, but that did not matter now.&nbsp; She needed to get the faerie worked up enough that she would be unable to fly, despite the supercharged energy she would be experiencing from the treat.&nbsp; Faeries had been known to injure themselves when in the midst of a rut, unfortunately, and she didn't wish for that to happen to the boy's pet. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Exam in Progress [Eden &amp; Mnemaxa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 06:29:10</strong>
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				The faeiry in heat squirmed against the rubber tip of the pencil, her attention torn between the diminishing sweetness and the pleasure radiating from her slick sex. Her heavy wings trembled with an soft hum as her sugar levels spiked, and she let out a shrill cry of demand that stirred the male faeries into testing their leashes once more. <br><br>After a moment, the dark skinned fae lost interest in the cotton bud, the sticky tip having too little honey to keep the rutting female's attention. Instead, she put both hands down on the desk and humped frantically, her wings lifting and dropping in time to her hips but not fast enough to lift her up.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Exam in Progress [Eden &amp; Mnemaxa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mnemaxa</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 08:23:37</strong>
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				The shrill cry didn't catch too many student's attentions - the reactions of their own faeries did.&nbsp; But Jennett's sharp, "Attention on the screen please!" ended that quickly enough.&nbsp; She smiled at the faerie's efforts to rub herself against the eraser, her legs straight and spread wide and her hands on the desk; she looked darling in such a position.&nbsp; &nbsp;The professor simply held the eraser in place, and pulled out a small card.&nbsp; She carefully placed it just behind the faerie, and held it there with her fignertip.&nbsp; She gave a quick, careful push up and forward with the eraser, lifting the faerie off her feet and keeping her on her hands for a few seconds.&nbsp; <br><br>With a practiced push she placed the card under Willow's feet and they came down squarely upon the card - and stuck fast.&nbsp; Willow wouldn't notice (or rather, wouldn't care) at first.&nbsp; The weights in the middle of the card would keep her from flying away and her feet were quite stuck.&nbsp; That let the professor slowly pull back on the eraser and lighten the strokes she was using on the tender little slit.&nbsp; She licked the cotton swab, tasting the faerie's kisses second hand as she licked the honey clean.<br><br>With a smile, she suddenly took the moistened cotton swab and teased the faerie's delicate backside, gently rubbing the soft, soaked cotton against a different little hole, stroking and teasing it as she slowly pulled the eraser away.&nbsp; The little creature's instincts could be subverted, and they had a measure of intelligence, and she'd trained certain faeries to do...unusual things.&nbsp; This was one method.<br><br>She pulled the eraser away, but wouldn't let the cotton swab move along the tiny, swollen, red lips of Willow's sex.&nbsp; Instead she only stroked it just enough to excite her and then brought it up just a little higher, to the tender spot just above her aching flower.&nbsp; She did this several times, and then angled the swab and started to rub harder, stimulating her despite it being the incorrect place, knowing the honey would make her even more frantic, and less picky about what was inserted where.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Exam in Progress [Eden &amp; Mnemaxa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 04:35:49</strong>
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				The delicate fey squirmed and wriggled her hips, her instinct to mate and the excess energy the honey had filled her with both increased her desperation. She noticed the retraction of the eraser, her heavy wings beating a low angry thrum which died a few seconds later as the bud continued to rub and tease. <br><br>She&nbsp; tried to move her feet to get more stimulation, but the sticky sheet was inescapable when her attention was focused on rutting. She didn't panic, the continuous caress too distracting. Finding she couldn't move back, Willow put all her weight on one hand, freeing to other to pleasure herself, her wings trembling with her sugar-filled blood.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Exam in Progress [Eden &amp; Mnemaxa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mnemaxa</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 09:03:58</strong>
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				The professor smiled down at the desperate little creature and ran a careful fingertip along the line of her spine, between the vibrating wings....she worked the moistened cotton swab against the tight little opening gently, careful to time the pulsing of the slightly darker orifice of the dark skinned faerie's rosette.&nbsp; when it was at it's most relaxed she pushed firmly, and the cotton rapped top of the soft cardboard stick slipped inside the faerie, filling her with softness in the tight little opening.&nbsp; Faeries were capable of such acts, though they rarely did this in nature; they certainly took some strange sort of pleasure when it was done to them.&nbsp; <br><br>Jenner slowly pressed the soft tip of the cotton swab back and forth in Willow's tight little boty, marveling at her insane need to be given pleasure.&nbsp; The honey was as intoxicating as liqour to women, but seemed to be nearly an aphrodisiac to this delicate creature.&nbsp; The professor pushed the swab a little deeper, filling the tiny derriere with the cotton swab and marveling at the clenching of the tiny rosette about the slippery shafe of the stick.
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