#rivervale_lodge

The lodge is not the only house in Rivervale Barony. And while it isn't often spoken of, there's a satyr grouping that isn't small. It is no surprise the Wayburton house ends up with more than a few, particularly with Massey visiting the area, and more importantly, a new Fledge learning more of who she is as a satyress . Myrine, aka proffessor Garb, is.. adjusting. She had gotten used to Professor Wayburton's seduction attempts.... though it often instead lead to academic bed death. But it was the visiting wayburton who had cauight her off guard. A young man, pretty much college student age. She lays there nude on the bed, well sated, her body catching the sunbeam through the window. Even as the much younger man stroked her bare leg, from human thigh right up to goat hoof, then back again in a massage that was icing on the sexual cake.

"I should feel absolutely mortified," Myrine wondered if a pleased purr had escaped her lips or if she just imagined it, "You're young enough to be one of my students"

Zane Wayburton, Wizard by trade, kept up his post love making masssage and rub as she lay on her belly, legs kicked up a bit, "But I'm not one of your students. Look, my father sleeps with some of his students, and if that's a bridge too far for you, then that's too far for you, but don't go creating barriers that don't really exist. These are the times you learn what you like, where your passions lay, and free of human shames, indulge yourself as it harm no other. " A smile "At risk of having my ego crushed, you DID enjoy?"

To say otherwise would be a damned lie, Zane was skilled for his age, confident, and...frankly, endowed. He was also smart, and she realized that... Intelligence turns me on. Oh wow. It had been true before, but not so overtly. She realized he was waiting for an answer, "You were wonderful," She confessed, "I just... I guess if I were mortal, over 18 or not, I would have problems with this. " She considers "I'm pretty sure Sex is not my main passion though. I mean, I LIKE It, but I... it doesn't fufill me as much as some other passions. Academic ones."

"Well, no wonder you popped," Zane smiled "You were already living your passions. " He bent down from his leg stroking to lay a kiss on the small of her back, "Glad you enjoyed though. No no shame in having different passion priorities. Everyone thinks satyrs are all about sex, but more of us are far about music, in one form or another. Behind that, there's athletics, romance, not the same thing, poetry, and yes debate. We're varied. And we need that. When your saining is up, you'll take on deeper roles in the changeling community and it should be ones you are happy about."

The kiss on her bareback made her tempted to whirl around and demand another go; that, or to strike up a conversation about the forgotten heroines of literature. Either would be wonderful. But she was here to learn, mostly about herself, "I..think I'm going to pass on Cornelous foibles and NOT sleep with my students"

"Sure" He says. An amused look on his face as if he were thinking of something wicked.

"I mean it," She said firmly, and feeling a rise of stubborness. Did he think she couln't do it?

"I believe you," he said, still slightly amused at ..something.

"Well, then? If it's not my passion, not my main one, why do you look so ...amused at my expense?" She twists to lock eyes, not caring that her body is on a new display in this position.

At this, Zane looked apologetic, but only a little, "I really DO think you can do it. I think you'll even take pride in it" He assured, "But a part of me thinks ... 'what happens the day, no, the evening they graduate'? I mean, say you run into some student, he's smart, he's attentive, he loves the same subject. But you hold off, maybe you don't even flirt. He attends one class, then another. A few years pass... and he's a senior, more mature, more certain, and..formed up nicely perhaps. Still resist. Then, he throws that hat in the air, and he is no longer YOUR Student... he's fair game. He's yours to sample and delight in mutual desire. I kind of suspect..." Zane was saying.

But he didn't need to finish, Myrine already knew two students who would be in their senior year next year. One a lovely latina girl with passion and quick wits, the other a fairly slender but muscled young man who has a keen mind. By this time next year ,both would be graduated, and .... the image of both of them, with her, at the same time would have made her blush before, and she still felt that threatening to rise up, "That I'll be all over them like Tolkien on language research." Damn it, now she couldn't get the thought out of her head!

Zane grinned, noting her interest was genuine; She was rather on display "Yeah, something like that."

Myrine hated that he was right. Oh she COULD resist, unless a student were far better at seduction than most would be at that stage in life. Until they graduated, she could resist. But after.... there were no restraints, no barriers. She was looking introspectively into herself, and she realized it wasn't just 'not a problem', the anticipation would add to the pay off once caps were thrown. The wait would make it all the more sensual and wild. And there was Zane, beautiful young, and slightly smug, Zane. SOmewhere in the haze, she realized he had perhaps not just taught her abbout this for her own good ,but in hopes she'd use him as an 'outlet' for another round. Gods that would be nice, she was hot and eager again. Her appetite was for a meal a year from now,, but she could enjoy the buffet right here in the mean time. She wet her lips.

On the other hand....

"Excuse me, Zane, I have to take a shower," And she rolled free. Oh, she wanted him. if he touched her right now she might tackle him, but she was here to learn about her passions, and sex , the need for it, wasn't her main passion and therefore not her master. Also, there was a principle here. Zane had attempted to seduce her all over again, and she was flattered by that. She might have been insulted if he hadn't tried anew. But she was under no obligation to reward the attempt. Even if she'd enjoy the hell out of him yet again.

Zane had gotten rather hopeful himself, his own physical interest not exactly hidden, but when she rolled free, he was caught off guard. His lust almost audibly wimpered in the dreaming as the object of it, one shapely young Academic, strode off towards the bathroom "Wash your back?" he offered.

Now it was Myrine who felt a bit smug, she looked over her shoulder "No thank you. There's an online discussion I've been meaning to watch, about new theories growing on Underground literature creation and distribution during fascist regimes. BRILLIANT academic minds, experts on the field talk for a glorious hour about it. Hey, be a dear and see if your mother is running laundry? Ask her if she is if I can run my sheets with them. For that matter do you mind?" She was at the bathroom door and closing it behind her peeking out.

Zane wanted to groan, or howl, or protest, but the truth was, he was a decent man and.. he realized what she was doing, and while his hot blood lamented, he also respected it. She really DID want to see this discussion. It was, simply, fascinating! But she also had to make a point. To him, and to herself.

She wouldn't feel shame, but she also wouldn't feel obliged. No matter how smooth talking the wizard was.

Zane gave a weak smile, gathered up her sheets, "On it. Have a nice shower and show, Myrine."

'Thank you, Zane" She was pleased at his reaction, and his odds of getting laid again over the next day or two spiked back up, but for now? Myrine went for a hot shower, an educational conference online, and yes, the awareness of where her boundaries lay, and how she would enforce them. It was hard not to be very happy indeed.

She closed the door behind her. Zane departed, and the shower started.

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