“Even after all this time, you’re still so easy to tease- wait- WAIT W-” Her grin trembles as you hit her weakspot near her belly, pushing your finger deep enough that you can almost feel her spine. “O-Okay, too far- sorryyyy” She bangs against the wall, struggling to keep her cool against your touch. You grab her arm so she stops slamming it, but she opts to use her foot instead.

“Seriously, stop making that much sound, I already caught you, how’s that fair.”

“Y-You’re not trying THAT hard to stop me,” she moans. You lower your finger down to her crotch, her pants get in the way. Surprisingly, this seems to have less of an effect on her than when you aimed higher.

“Hey, Table, your spine has some protection right? It’s not going to get messed up if I accidentally poke it, right?”

“Huh? I mean, it has a few thick layers to protect the brain inside, so unless you cut it with a sharp object or something, it wouldn’t leave any-”

You push your finger deeper; she goes stiff. You can feel a few tendrils meekly try to push you off, but seeing no real resistance, you run your finger up her spine, your arm now being pretty deep in her body. The thick jelly like fluid inside her is the only thing slowing your hand down in there. You hear her make an increasingly higher pitched sound, and for a moment, you’re afraid you might have broke her.

“How does it feel?” You ask.

“Like I am. On the verge. Of bursting.” She doesn’t stutter, yet she enunciates each word as if it took great effort to say them.

“Is that good or bad?”

“Too good.” She grabs your wrist, guiding your arm back down. “Gotta move a few organs around. There- ffffuck yeah.” She drools, basically using you as a masturbation tool. You’re disappointed your attempt at domination ended turned against you, now you’re the one being used.

You push her down a bit, keeping a gentle hold of her spine. As she said, it’s flexible, almost rubber like, you don’t know what it can withstand, but her body would probably try harder to push you away if what you were doing was dangerous.

You look behind you, breathing a sigh of relief after realizing none of them are looking your way. You undo your belt, Table helping you getting it off. “Atlas, you’re such a freak.”

“The fact you know what I’m about to do means you’re just as bad.” The moment you’re able to, you thrust inside her belly. It’s… not a great feeling, actually. The jelly liquid inside offers too much resistance to slide in easily. You would regret your action if not for Table’s elated face, drooling hard against your chest. It takes a few tries to find a comfortable entry point, each attempt bringing Table closer to ecstasy. You turn to look at the other students again, but they’re all gone. The spell must have fizzled out after you broke her focus like that. “Hey, you made all that setup with the timer and everything, all to let it break near the good part?”

“H-Hey, I’d like to see you- huff- try!”

You lift her up, and carry her all the way back to her desk before continuing. As expected, the sound the table(s) makes with each press is quite pleasing. Out of patience, you unseal the middle of her shirt, and pull her bra forward, before unsealing it too. It looks like her entire body is struggling to keep itself straight, and even though you wish you could keep her pinned like this for hours, you’d be lying if you said you entirely recovered physically. So, you get to the finale.

“Table, you said you knew what ‘got’ me before, right? I also know what you’re really into. It’s not being submissive or dominated or anything, is it? It’s specifically getting my undivided attention.” You grab her chin, and lift it up so she’s forced to look at you, and you stare right back at her. It’s hard to not break eye contact in this position, but the adoring look on Table’s face makes it worth it. Once you feel she’s truly at her limit, you lower your head just enough that she can feel your breath against her face, and utter a single word. “Cute.”

She starts vibrating, almost bouncing in place as her eyes roll back into her skull. With one, final sharp inhale, she feels you unload directly into her belly, around her spine, to the point it starts overflowing from a few veins, dripping back on the desk and her unsealed clothes. You thrust a few more times for good measure, a weak squeak escaping her lips as the last of her sanity leaves her.

Now that you’re back to your senses, you have to face the truth that this was probably much more enjoyable for her than for you. Your dick hurts like hell, and despite the position being kinda hot, it wasn’t easy to upkeep.

As usual after sex, you bring your dick to her face and let her lick the remaining fluids out. Her tongue’s texture feel heavenly compared to her belly. You give in and shove her face against your crotch harder; you don’t think she minds, but she’s always a bit out of it after sex so she can’t answer you yet. There’s all her fluids you’ll have to clean, you’re not looking forward to that. You also slip the bracelet off her arm, before it starts affecting her too negatively.

After a few minutes, she regains her focus, still licking your dick despite there being nothing left to clean. “I fear the day we run out of positions to try like this.” She gives another good lick, and inhales the scent. “But hey, we always have good old reliable blowjobs if that happens, right?”

“Killer blowjobs, yeah.” You pat her head, still looking at the mess you’ve left in the classroom. “How are we going to fix that, though?”

She looks annoyed at having to take her attention outside your dick. “That? There’s a rune that resets the class’s furniture and everything back to where it was. It’s not-” She inhales again, and lets out a dumb laugh. “I’m so glad you forgot to shower, holy shit. Wish I could-”

“Table, I fucked you so hard I was afraid you went braindead, how are you STILL this horny.”

“You’re the one presenting a 5 star dish and expecting me not to get hungry. Besides, I know you like it. As I was saying, there’s a rune that puts everything back, we’ll still need to double check because it’s not foolproof, but we haven’t messed things up that bad. It’ll be fine. Hey can you cum on my face? I’m trying to see if I can catch it mid air in my mouth.”

You slap the back of her head. “I’m not doing that on command.”

She takes this as a sign to go a bit harder on the licking. “It’s so funny how you can talk so coherently even during sex, I always lose my breath midway. That cardio really paid off, hasn’t it?” She leans forward to use her breasts now, squeezing your dick between them.

“Yeah, if it wasn’t for my exercise routine, I don’t know if I would’ve lasted that long without collapsing in that jungle.” Your eye twitch, she severely overestimate how easy it actually is for you to talk while being sucked off.

“Yeah. Might make you last longer in bed, but I’m not sure. We have to try a marathon one day. Hold on, let me just-” she tilts her head to the side, moving her breasts from side to side until you cum. She manages to catch most of it in her mouth, but some of it still ends up on her face. “Damn, almost got it. Hey can I try again.”

“No.” As good as she is, there is a limit to your stamina among other ressources she’s actively draining you of. Better quit while you’re ahead. She pouts, but understands the message, lapping up what’s left off your thighs. She seals her clothes back, but they’re soaked, and somehow, neither of you thought of bringing a change of clothes. You quickly make reset the room, watching as everything reforms and snaps back into place. Once all traces of your date are gone, you bolt back to your dorm to get a proper change of clothes, and to Table’s chagrin, a shower.