Leveling Up by Defiling Milfs

Elira strolled around the training grounds with her hands clasped behind her back, casually chatting with Marco as her eyes followed the young shamans practicing their forms.

*BOOM-BOOM*

*BOOM*

*BOOM*

Molex, Brad, Pise, and Zenim successfully split their wooden dummies in half, while Jerald, Tridon, and Vraden were the only ones who had yet to fully master the Third Form.

Marco approached the successful students with a proud smile and congratulated them on their hard work.

Meanwhile, Cinderela strolled into the training grounds and headed straight toward the building, paying no attention to the greetings directed her way.

The young shamans resumed their training, and the sounds of lightning and splintering wood continued to echo across the grounds.

Time passed, and before long, the afternoon sun hung high overhead.

Once lunchtime arrived, all of the students were called inside the building.

Everyone except Daniel.

He was currently in the staff room, where Elira sat at a wooden table with a stack of papers, a quill in hand. After persuading Marco, she had been allowed to borrow Daniel for a few hours to help with the paperwork.

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"Mmnh~ mmmh..." she breathed a soft moan as her gaze dropped low to Daniel between her thighs, his tongue devouring her pussy under the table.

From behind, he was completely covered by the table.

"I’m surprised you actually convinced Master Marco to let me help you," Daniel said with a faint smile.

"It’s... not a big deal for me. After all, he’s a man," Elira answered with a knowing smile, her left palm resting on his head while she bit her lower lip from time to time as his tongue reached deep inside her.

Outside, the voices of young shamans shouting and laughing could be heard through the door, forcing her to stifle her moans.

Under the table, Daniel gripped her thighs with both hands and unleashed every trick he knew on her pussy — teasing her clit with deliberate strokes, plunging his tongue into her dripping folds, making the juices flow freely as he sucked them down like a starving man and refused to stop.

Elira’s fingers trembled as she struggled to focus on the paperwork, the words blurring before her while her legs shook from the mounting ecstasy.

"Lady Elira. Why did you leave the Arcane School?" Daniel asked, pulling his mouth away before diving back between her thighs again.

But she didn’t answer, as if she had no desire to speak.

In response, Daniel only grew more ruthless. His grip tightened on her thighs, forcing them wider as his tongue explored her tight pussy.

Warm, wet strokes dragged over her clit without mercy, each one dragging a fresh wave of pleasure through her whole body.

"Fuck—" The curse tore from her throat before she could stop it.

Her palm slammed down on the table hard enough to rattle the inkwell.

*Thud*

Just then, the staff-room door swung open.

Cinderela stepped in, a wooden plate balanced in both hands. The rich aroma of deer-meat stew wafted across the room, striking Elira full in the face.

She jerked upright so violently that the chair legs scraped against the floor. Her spine locked straight, shoulders squared. Every muscle in her body fought to stay still even as her cunt clenched hard around the tongue still buried inside her.

"There you are," Cinderela said in a casual tone.

She stepped forward and held out the wooden plate for Elira to take. "I was wondering where else you’d be besides the staff room. I brought your lunch."

Elira offered a nervous smile. "Thanks, Cindy. Just... leave it here. I’ll eat later."

Leave it there? Cinderela thought, her eyes narrowing as she studied Elira’s face. A deep blush colored Elira’s cheeks, and tiny beads of sweat glistened on her forehead.

"Are you alright?" Cinderela asked, her tone laced with concern.

"Y-Yes. I’m fine," Elira replied a little too quickly. "Just... give me the plate."

Elira reached out and accepted the plate, but her hands trembled so badly that the bowl rattled against the wooden tray.

The sight only deepened Cinderela’s suspicion.

"No... you’re not okay," she said, keeping her eyes fixed on Elira’s face as she slowly walked around the table.

"Stop. No, stop. Just leave me alone," Elira blurted out, panic creeping into her voice.

But Cinderela ignored her and stepped closer until she stood right beside her. Her eyes swept over Elira from head to waist, searching for anything unusual — then caught on a distinct bulge at the center of her dress hem.

The moment Cinderela yanked the fabric aside, her eyes flew wide in pure astonishment.

"Oh my God. Oh... my God..." she breathed, staring at Daniel’s mouth locked onto Elira’s pussy.

Daniel glanced up, saw her, pulled his mouth away, licked his lips, and returned to punishing Elira without hesitation.

"Mnh~" A soft, broken moan escaped her.

Cinderela covered him with the fabric and turned her gaze away, a soft blush rising on her face. "What the fuck, Elira. I can’t believe you’re—"

"Shh..." Elira cut her off with a sharp smile. "If you tell anyone about this, then you know what’s coming to you as well."

Daniel kept his ears open and continued without pause.

Cinderela gritted her teeth and hissed, "No, no you... better not say that." Her eyes flicked to the shifted hem of Elira’s dress, then back to her face.

Just at that moment, Elira’s eyes flew wide.

"Shit... shit! Shit—!"

A violent surge of pent-up release tore through her without warning, locking Daniel’s head between her thighs.

She clenched her jaw, lifted her face toward the ceiling, and came in a hard, shuddering rush.

"Ngh!! Mmnhh~ fuck..."

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Cinderela witnessed her — tongue out, blissful torogao face.

Seeing Elira in that ruined state made her own pussy ache with sudden want, but she forced the urge down, and left the room in a rush.

*Thud*

Daniel lifted her hem, wiped his face clean with the fabric, then crawled out from under the table.

He stood and locked it from the inside.

*Click*

"Now no one will intervene us, Lady Elira," he said.