Chapter 317: The Sex Lesson She Did Not Sign Up For Voluntarily And The Voice At The End
Chapter 317: The Sex Lesson She Did Not Sign Up For Voluntarily And The Voice At The End
Elyn’s POV
I stared at Aquaria across the desk, watching water droplets continue to slide from her fingers onto the polished wood. The signed parchment sat between us like a binding contract I was already starting to regret. My wrists still ached from the handcuffs, and the weight of the entire ridiculous day pressed down on me. I had gone from chasing missing children through a demon market to standing in line at a pleasure house to getting arrested for abduction, and now here I was, about to give sex education to a water demon law enforcement officer just to speed up my release.
How had my life come to this?
Still, a deal was a deal. If telling her what she wanted to know would get me and the children out of here faster, then fine. I would play the part of the knowledgeable succubus. At least until Zorathys showed up so I could murder him properly.
"If we’re doing this," I said, keeping my voice steady, "I need something to demonstrate with. Visuals help."
Aquaria’s eyes lit up with unmistakable excitement. She leaned forward, water splashing lightly onto more parchments. "Of course! What do you need? I have whatever you require."
She reached into a drawer and pulled out a simple quill, holding it up like it was the answer to all her problems. The feather end bobbed slightly as she offered it to me.
I looked at the quill. Then back at her.
"That’s... too small."
Her expression faltered for a second, but she recovered quickly, rummaging through the desk again. More parchments, ink pots, and random station supplies emerged in a small pile. I sighed and reached for a stack of blank parchments myself, my cuffed hands making the motion awkward but manageable. I folded several sheets together tightly, rolling and shaping them until I had something roughly cylindrical and proportionate. It wasn’t perfect, but it would do for demonstration purposes.
Aquaria watched with rapt attention, her head tilted like an eager student on the first day of class. When I held up the makeshift model, she beamed so brightly I almost felt bad for how surreal this all was.
"Alright," I muttered.
I adjusted my grip on the parchment roll, demonstrating the basic hold.
"You start slow. There should be no rushing in like you’re trying to win a race. Use your hand first to build things up—gentle strokes, varying the pressure." I moved my fingers along the length in smooth motions, twisting lightly at the top. "Watch how the rhythm changes. Tease a little. Make them want more before you even use your mouth."
Aquaria nodded vigorously, pulling out a fresh sheet of parchment and a quill of her own. She started scribbling notes at an impressive speed, her wet fingers leaving faint damp spots on the page but not slowing her down.
"Gentle strokes... varying pressure... yes, continue."
I kept going.
"When you move to your mouth, relax your jaw. Use your tongue along the underside while you take them in—suction is good, but don’t overdo it at first. Hollow your cheeks a bit for that extra pull." I demonstrated the motion with the parchment model, bobbing my head slightly... no, I did not put it in my mouth.
"Pay attention to their reactions. If they make a pleasured sound, you’re doing it right. And don’t forget the hands—keep one working the base while your mouth focuses on the head."
Aquaria’s quill flew across the page. She was fully invested, leaning so far forward that more water pooled on the desk. Her cheeks had the faintest sheen of moisture, but her eyes sparkled with academic fascination.
"The sound... hollow cheeks... this is incredible. I had no idea there was so much technique involved."
I gave her a suffocated smile.
I wondered why she could not just find a regular demon to help her with this. Why did she have to come to me? How did I even end up in this situation?
I shook my head. This was all for the children. Everything I said was from the books I’d read and the very little experience I had. And I swear this better work.
Once I was done with the fake demonstration... I didn’t know how she was going to be able to use that on her partner because it was absolute rubbish to me... she had filled two parchments.
She tapped her quill against the desk, clearly not done.
"Is there more? What about positions? I want to know about those too. The ones that feel best, how they work, everything."
I rubbed my temple with my cuffed hands, the metal clinking softly.
Of course she’d want to know about positions. I’ve only tried three in both lives.
"Fine," I said with that same suffocated smile. "Positions matter because they change the angle, the depth, the control. Everyone’s different, so communication is key."
She nodded eagerly, quill poised. I launched into it, describing each one I had experience with.
"For example, missionary," I said, if that’s what it was even called in the demon realm. "It’s straightforward. You lie on your back, partner on top. Good for eye contact, kissing, and deep connection. They can control the pace, but you can wrap your legs around them to adjust."
Aquaria scribbled furiously.
"Missionary... eye contact... legs wrapped. Got it."
"Cowgirl is when you’re on top," I continued. "You straddle them, facing forward. It gives you control over speed and depth. You can lean forward or back."
"Reverse cowgirl is the same but turned around, back to them. Changes the angle completely, and they get a different view. Good for variety."
She was beaming again, notes expanding rapidly.
I moved on.
"Sixty-nine is mutual. You both give and receive at the same time, lying head to toe or one on top."
The more I explained, the more surreal it felt. My past-life self would have fainted. This version of me was apparently capable of lecturing on demon-realm-compatible sex positions like it was a business presentation.
Then I decided to have a little fun with it, inventing one on the spot.
"My personal favorite," I said, lowering my voice slightly for effect, "is when your partner presses you against a wall or a door. Standing up, your back to the surface, legs around their waist. They hold you there, thrusting up while gravity helps. It’s intense, urgent—like you can’t wait another second. The wall gives leverage, and you feel completely held, completely taken."
Aquaria’s eyes widened with clear interest, her quill pausing mid-stroke. A faint blush crept across her glistening cheeks, visible even through the perpetual dampness. She shifted in her seat, water dripping faster for a moment.
I’ve only read about this one in books, but I’ll admit I’ve always wanted to try it.
I leaned forward as requested, keeping my voice to a whisper so it felt conspiratorial in the small office.
"It’s actually quite intense. I’d recommend it over any other position too."
She blushed deeper, fanning herself with one wet hand.
"More," she breathed. "Tell me more."
A voice I knew all too well spoke right next to me at that moment.
"Yes, Firefly. Tell us more."