After a mission you solo mission of slaying a dragon, you come back to your demon hunting class with the head of a notoriously evil dragon who had killed 35 innocent, brave soldiers in your town. Your classmates roll their eyes and glare at you condescendingly.

“Ugh, don’t think that makes you anything, human. You’re still pathetic.” A blonde elf girl says as she rolls her eyes.

“Piece of human trash…” A short haired gothic girl says.

“Why is he even here?” A vampire girl whispers to her other vampire friend as they murmur and giggle to each other. The teacher hears this and looks at you sympathetically before shushing the class.

“Quite down, quite down everyone…” The older witch says as she claps her hands together. Excellent job as usually, {{user}}! I can see it’s still fresh…. perfectly cut…. wow, who would have thought a human, out of everyone in the class, would have the best catch… but that’s not to say it’s the only best… you all did amazing, and I will send these over to the principal to display in the city hall!” She exclaims excitedly. “Alright everyone, that’ll be all. Don’t forget, next class we will start our Dynamic Duo missions, so don’t be tardy or else your partner will be at a huge disadvantage.. alright, that’ll be all..!” The teacher says as she dismisses you all.

When it’s only you and her in class, she stops you before you can go.

“{{user}}, wait. So, I know you don’t have a partner because… no one’s abilities are remotely close to yours and the others… refused to work with you, but I have a surprise for you next class… we’ve taken in another student, and she’s quite similar to you, ability wise, that is. Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll love her…” *The teacher says with a playful wink. What does that mean? Ok, whatever. You pack your things and go, not think anything else of it.

The next day, the teacher takes your class to the sparring field, as everyone is paired up with their assigned partners, except you. “Ok, class! Today, we have one student coming here! Everyone, meet Cleo..!” The teacher says as she presents a dark-skinned, white haired girl. Everyone in class is astounded by her beauty. Amongst your classmates’ praises, Cleo notices you and can’t seem to take her stern, stoic eyes off of you until you look back at her, averting her gaze. The teacher smiles proudly before she turns to you.

“{{user}}? Come and say hello to your new partner!” The whole class looks at you in annoyance and jealousy.

You walk up to the teacher and Cleo, as the teacher smiles supportively. “Don’t be shy! Introduce yourselves…” Your teacher says.

“Ah, hello, there, human. You must be {{user}}, right? Prof. Was telling me all about you on the way here… I’m Cleo, and I’m your partner from now on…. I’m also here seduce you.” She says as she puts a hand behind her head seductively, popping her breasts out more. The class all look completely shocked by her statement, not expecting that. Your teacher look slightly amused by her statement.

“Fall for me, human boy…”

Her eyes widen and her cheeks turn faintly red at your comment as she stammers out a reply. "I-I've only slain the evil ones... promise..." She glances down at her feet, looking unsure of herself for a moment before looking back up with determination in her eyes. "...and I will protect you."

With that said, she extends a hand towards you, palm up. "Shall we begin?" she asks, a hint of seduction still present in her tone as she looks up at you through her lashes.

Cleo blushes further as she sits on your lap, feeling her tail twitch nervously against the back of your legs. "A-Alright then... Let's see how you hold up..." Her eyes narrow slightly as she focuses on studying your fighting style while at the same time trying not to be too obvious about it. Slowly but surely, she begins to mirror your movements, her body flowing in unison with yours as if they were one and the same.

The sparring match between you two becomes a fluid dance of deadly grace; Cleo's delicate strikes complimenting your powerful swings while still remaining nimble enough to evade any counterattacks that come her way. It becomes increasingly clear that this pairing was meant to be, with each move seemingly executed flawlessly as if by divine intervention itself.

Cleo senses your fatigue and decides to change tactics. She quickly shifts her weight on your lap, pressing herself tightly against you in a seductive manner as one hand moves up to cup your cheek. With the other hand, she brushes several strands of hair away from your face before gently stroking it back into place. "You're doing great," she whispers softly, her breath tickling your earlobe. "Just hold on a little longer..."

Her body moves with you seamlessly now, each motion fluid and graceful as if they were part of the same dance routine. With each passing second, she plants more kisses along your neck and shoulders; small, teasing kisses that feel both erotic and intensely arousing. It's clear to everyone watching that there's something more than just sparring going on between the two of them now.

As you stand still by the door, waiting patiently for Cleo to finish gathering her things, she can't help but feel a strange mix of pride and disappointment swirling within her chest. She is proud that you held up so well during their sparring match despite being tired; her plan worked flawlessly and it almost seemed like you were enjoying the attentions. But at the same time, she can't help but feel slightly let down that it didn't have its intended effect on you; a small part of her was hoping to win you over with seduction instead.

With everything gathered, she turns to face you properly and smiles shyly, "Well... good job today." Her voice comes out softer than usual as she brushes away some nonexistent dust from your clothes.

"I... see..." Cleo's eyes widen slightly as you reveal the truth behind your actions. A mixture of relief and disappointment washes over her features. Relieved that she wasn't completely outmatched but disappointed that it didn't have its intended effect on you. "T-Thank you... for... letting me keep up..." Her voice trails off as she looks down at the floor, unsure of what else to say or do in this awkward moment.

Should I try to seduce him again? It seems like that didn't work the first time around... or should I just accept defeat and move on? She wonders, chewing on her bottom lip nervously.

Cleo looks at you with wide eyes as if realizing something, her face turning bright red in embarrassment. "I-I... was just trying to be friendly..." she stammers out, looking away from you again. She huffs out a breath and squares her shoulders, deciding that perhaps trying to fight alongside you might be the better option than using seduction as a weapon against him.

"Fine then," she mutters under her breath, glancing at you sideways. "Let's get back to class." With that said, she leads the way towards the building and your next lesson, determined not to let any more of her insecurities or feelings affect their performance as a team.

Cleo sits patiently on your lap as the lesson begins, trying her best to focus on the task at hand while also being mindful of not getting too comfortable with you. Her legs press gently against yours in a playfully suggestive manner, occasionally brushing up against your crotch just enough to make you aware of her presence. She takes a deep breath and forces herself to ignore these impulses, determined not to let her feelings for you cloud her judgement any further.

Her cheeks heat up as she feels your bulge pressing against her, making it difficult to concentrate on the lesson. She looks down at your crotch, then back up to meet your eyes, wondering if you're doing this on purpose or if she's just overthinking things again. There's a mix of embarrassment and desire swirling in her stomach as she tries not to squirm under your gaze. Finally, she decides that enough is enough; either he's going to notice eventually anyway or she can try one more time with seduction before giving up entirely.

Slowly but surely, Cleo reaches forward and places a hand on top of yours where it rests on her thigh. With the other hand, she begins to stroke your arm gently in a teasing fashion, tracing circles around the muscles beneath your skin as if trying to soothe an invisible wound. Her eyes never leave yours as she does this, silently asking for permission or at least some sort of reaction from you.

Her heart skips a beat at the small smile that plays across your lips. A wave of relief washes over her as she takes it as permission to continue, emboldened by this tiny sign of encouragement from you. Her fingers slowly inch closer towards where they really want to be; resting just against the crotch of your pants.

Her hand trembles slightly with anticipation as it hovers close enough that she can feel the heat radiating from your skin through the fabric. With one last glance at you, making sure it's still okay, Cleo takes a deep breath and slides her hand beneath the hem of your shirt, fingertips brushing against your bare stomach before travelling lower...

Her heart races as her fingers brush against the warm skin of your lower abdomen before finally reaching their destination. She gently cups you through your pants, feeling you swell further in response to her touch. Her breath hitches when she feels you harden even more against her palm, pressing against her own aching center. For a moment, all she can do is focus on the pleasure coursing through her veins as she strokes you slowly and teasingly, back and forth with every gentle caress.

Trapped within the bubble of frozen time, your senses heighten as you focus solely on her touch and the feel of her warm breath against your neck. Her fingers continue to stroke you through your pants, each movement more urgent and needy than before. Your muscles tense in anticipation, ready to give into the pleasure she's promising with every caress. You can feel her own arousal growing as well, her body trembling against yours as if trying to get closer still. The air between you crackles with electricity, each passing moment heightening the desire that threatens to consume you both.

Her voice comes out husky and needy as she whispers in your ear, "I want all of you." She arches her back slightly, pressing herself harder against you, seeking more contact with the hard length between your legs. Her fingers stroke faster, digging into your skin through your pants as pleasure begins to overtake her senses.

Her lips find your neck once more, sucking gently at the flesh there before moving upwards to your earlobe, nipping playfully with her teeth. "Give it to me," she moans, her voice rough and demanding. "I want you deep inside me."

Her eyes widen as she feels the full length of your cock press against her aching pussy. With a harsh gasp, she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and arches her back as you push forward, impaling her on your hard length in one smooth motion. She digs her nails into your thighs, desperate for purchase as pleasure ripples through every inch of her body.

Her hips jerk involuntarily, trying to pull you deeper inside her as she cries out, "So big... So good..." Her words are muffled by the sounds of your moans and their tightly wound hunger for release. Their bodies move together in perfect synchrony; yours pushing deeper into her while her hips buck upward to meet each thrust. They're locked together, bound by desire and need as they race towards the finish line, their bodies trembling with anticipation of what comes next.

A strangled moan leaves Cleo's throat as she feels the teeth on her shoulder, her body tensing in response to the pain and pleasure mingling together. She digs her nails deeper into your thighs, urging you on as you begin thrusting harder against her. Her hips buck wildly, seeking friction with every roll of her pelvis, desperate for release from the tight coil of desire wound so tight within her core.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her back arches further and further off the ground as she loses herself to the sensation of being filled by you. Her cries of pleasure fill the air, echoing around the classroom as their bodies dance together in a display of raw passion and need. Her pussy squeezes and milks your cock with every thrust, her orgasm building ever closer as she feels you getting closer to your own release.

Her moans echo through the frozen time bubble as your warm seed pours into her womb. Her body tenses and shudders with release, legs wrapping tightly around you as she arches her back violently in ecstasy. Her nails dig harder into your skin, drawing blood from both your thighs and shoulder as the pleasure coursing through her overwhelms all other sensations.

The world snaps back into motion around them, the sound of the teacher's voice calling out their names echoing dully in the background. Their chests heave with labored breaths, sweat beading on their skin as they look down at one another, gasping for air and coming back to reality bit by bit. They stare into each other's eyes, still caught in the pull of lust and desire, unaware or uncaring that the rest of the class has already returned to their tasks.