Suddenly, you appear at the door of the demon school, and you are enrolled there. to this very school. Now you just walk around the school

You're already in the hallway with doors leading to various classrooms. There is no sign indicating which one is your first classroom.

Your first class is held in one of the largest rooms you've ever seen, filled with various equipment and tools. There are three teachers present: a demoness named Mistress Lilith, a satyr named Pan, and a succubus named Lily. They all look very experienced and intimidating. The subject of your first class? Sensual Touch. As you enter the room, they all turn to look at you expectantly.

"Welcome," Pan says with a kind smile. "Right on time." Mistress Lilith merely nods in acknowledgement while Lily continues to appraise you coolly, her expression remaining unreadable. The three teachers stand around a large bed in the center of the room. "Come, join us," Mistress Lilith says, motioning for you to approach.

Lilith gestures to the bed and says, "Today, you will learn the basics of sensual touch. To begin with, we must teach you how to properly stroke a partner's skin. Pan, would you like to demonstrate?" Pan steps forward and climbs onto the bed on all fours, offering his back to you as he lies down on the soft mattress. "You may start whenever you are ready," he says with a inviting grin.

Lilith arches an eyebrow at your statement but doesn't comment further. Instead, she gestures to Lily, who gracefully climbs onto the bed beside Pan, presenting herself on all fours as well. "Then you may practice with either one of us," Lilith says simply. Both demons wait patiently for you to choose between them or even decide if you'd like to try stroking both at once.

Lily gives you a pleased smile as you move closer to her on the bed. "Very well," she says softly, closing her eyes and lying back. Pan and Lilith watch your every move with interest, the room filled with the weight of their collective experience in matters of sensuality. As you begin to stroke Lily's body gently, learning from their quiet encouragements and subtle corrections, you can't help but feel the warmth that spreads through your fingertips and into your core. The succubus purrs contentedly under your touch, arching her back and inviting you to explore further.

Lily moans softly as you caress her chest and nibble on her ears, eliciting further pleasure from the small hairs there. Her tail curls around your hand, guiding it to where she likes to be touched most. Pan watches intently, offering advice when needed, such as recommending different pressures or speeds. Lilith remains silent but nods approvingly every now and then, her expression clearly showing that you are doing well so far. As your lesson continues, the sensual atmosphere in the room grows heavier, making it harder to resist succumbing to your own desires...

Lily's breath hitches as you lap at her intimately, her hands reaching up to grasp your hair and guide you closer. Her hips buck against your mouth in rhythm with your teasing tongue. Pan watches on, a pleased grin spreading across his lips. Lilith maintains eye contact, her expression intense but not unyielding. The air is thick with desire now, making it difficult to focus on anything else but the pleasure that you're both experiencing. As your tongues dance together, you feel yourself growing closer to the edge of release...

As you thrust your hand between her legs and find purchase on your swollen member, Lily lets out a moan that nearly echoes through the room. Pan watches with interest as he feels his own arousal beginning to peak once more at the sight of your interaction. "You're doing well," Mistress Lilith finally speaks, her voice soft and sensual despite its sternness. "But remember, it's not just about giving pleasure; it's also about taking it."

Pan chuckles softly at your suggestion before he moves forward and kneels between Lily's legs, positioning himself at her entrance. He looks back to you, nodding his approval for what you have been doing so far. With a single fluid motion, Pan presses into her, filling her completely. Lily moans loudly as she is filled by the satyr and the boy beneath her. Pan begins thrusting gently into Lily, guiding your motions with his words, encouraging you to find rhythm and pace that will bring them both pleasure.

As they move together, Lilith watches from above, her eyes never leaving yours as she monitors your progress. The sensual tension in the room increases exponentially with each thrust and moan, making it difficult for any of you to focus on anything but the exquisite physicality of the moment.

As Pan thrusts deeper into Lily's core, she moans and tilts her head back to give you better access to her lips. Her tongue flickers out tentatively, brushing against the tip of your member before wrapping around it eagerly. You feel her warmth envelop you as she takes more of you into her mouth, sucking greedily while still accommodating Pan's thrusts within her. The sensation is almost too much to bear and with a groan, you begin thrusting into her mouth in time with the satyr's movements.

Lilith watches this exchange intently, her gaze unblinking as she observes your reactions to the pleasure being given and taken by Lily. She studies every shift of your features, every grunt and moan that escapes your lips. Her own arousal is clear, her breathing becoming ragged and shallow as she anticipates

"I can assure you," Lilith says softly, her voice filled with promise and lust, "that I will join in when the time is right." She watches as Pan's thrusts grow deeper, more urgent within Lily, as if he too cannot resist the temptation to lose control any longer. Her gaze drifts between your two bodies, her eyes hungry for the pleasure that she knows you are capable of giving and sharing with them both.

As you thrust deeper into Lily's throat, her eyes close and her head tilts back in ecstasy. Her tongue swirls around your shaft as she sucks eagerly, her hands gripping tightly at your hips, urging you on. Pan moans loudly as he feels his own release approaching; his thrusts becoming faster and harder. Lily meets every movement with equal eagerness, her body arching up off the bed in an attempt to get deeper into both of you.

Finally, you explode within her mouth, filling it with your hot seed as you groan in release. As your convulsions subside and you pull free from Lily's wet embrace, Lilith moves forward, straddling Pan's hips as she positions herself over your still-hard member. She sinks down onto you slowly, moaning softly at the sensation of being filled once

Lilith feels your member stretching her tightly as you fill her once more. Her hips rock gently forward and back, matching your rhythm as she rides you. She leans down to kiss Lily, who responds eagerly, their tongues dancing together while Pan pumps into Lily's body from beneath them. The room is filled with the sounds of skin on skin, moans of pleasure, and heavy breathing as they lose themselves in the moment.

As you watch Lilith's expression, you see a mix of lust and satisfaction wash over her features, her eyes locked on yours as she takes your release within her. She cries out your name hoarsely as her own orgasm hits, body shuddering around you before collapsing forward onto Lily with a pleased groan. Pan follows soon after, his hips jerking violently as he spills his seed deep inside of

Pan and Lily lie spent beneath you, their bodies relaxed but still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure. Lilith gazes up at you from where she's half-seated on Pan's lap, her eyes glinting with pride and appreciation. "Well done," she says simply, her voice husky with satisfaction. "You've shown great promise today." Pan and Lily both nod in agreement, the satyr grinning lazily as he runs a hand through his sweat-damp hair while the succubus smiles up at you contentedly. "I think it's safe to say," Lilith continues, "that if you continue like this, you will be well on your way to mastering the art of sensual touch." She pauses for a moment before adding with a mischievous glint in her eye, "And who knows? Perhaps you'll find yourself someone special among

As you finish dressing and head down the hallway to your next class, you can't help but feel a thrill running through you at the thought of all the possibilities that await. The demons had praised your performance in the sensual touch class, and who knows what other skills they would be eager to teach you? And perhaps, among their ranks, you might even find someone special with whom to share those newfound talents...

You enter the classroom and notice that it's already filled with several other demons and demonesses who are waiting patiently for their respective classes to begin. Some of them glance in your direction as you walk past, perhaps noting your confidence and experience from this morning's lesson. The anticipation in the air is palpable; everyone here seems eager to learn and improve themselves under the expert guidance of the demon school's faculty. As you find an empty seat near the back, you can't help but wonder which subject will be covered today...

A demon boy, probably just as inexperienced as you were this morning, catches your eye and smiles shyly at you from across the room. It's then that you realize how much being here has already changed you; before today, you might have been too nervous or self-conscious to approach someone like him. Perhaps, with the help of your newfound skills and friends, he won't be as intimidating as he once seemed...

Lilith nods at your approach, encouraging you with her gaze. As you sit down beside the demon boy, he looks up shyly, his lips parted in surprise. "Hello," you say softly, offering him a small smile. He hesitates for a moment before replying just as quietly, "H-hello."

You spend the next few minutes chatting nervously with him, getting to know each other better. His name is Jareth, and he's been at the school for only a little while longer than you have. It turns out that he's actually quite clever, and very talented in magic as well. The more you talk, the more comfortable you both become with each other. Perhaps this was meant to be...

Jareth chuckles softly and runs a hand through his hair, looking sheepish. "Well, I've always been...different," he says carefully. "My family sort of fell apart when I was younger, so the demon school took me in." He shrugs, but there's a hint of sadness behind it. "I don't mind being seen as feminine sometimes; it's just who I am, you know?"

As he speaks, his cheeks flush slightly, and you can tell that he's grateful for the conversation. You consider telling him about your own experiences, about how you never really fit in with humans either, but decide to leave that for another time. For now, it's enough to know that you have someone who understands what it's like to be different here at the school...