A slight smile spread across Seraph's face and his hand pushed hers a little deeper into her as he spoke. I know quite well that you won't be able to simply calm your body down by denying it. If I want to teach you anything more you will first have to accept and embrace it.

His other hand moves to her blouse and undoing the top few buttons slips under it before it starts caressing her breast, and while most of his hand touches her bra whenever his hand or fingers come into contact with her bare skin it releases mana back into her.

Underneath her the wings supporting her changed their texture and extra tendrils of light started to massage her back and caress her neck.

"But . . . I am," but she couldn't even hold a sentence to him as she moaned again, her hand finding it all more interesting to press inwards of her as she began flexing toy with the rim of her pussy lips, her juices all but complying with her finger's beckoning. What point was there to argue with him if she felt in the clouds or not? Maybe she wasn't calm enough or not at the right level?

She could just feel her blouse coming undone as she mindlessly watched his hand stroking and rubbing around the rim of her white laced bra. The occasional deep breath and his movements combined had his fingers grazing the soft flesh, illiciting a moan as her breast took favor to the attention. It was becoming harder for her to keep her hazed over eyes open, just wanting to dissolve in all of the sensations she was feeling. As she parted her legs more, dipping just her index finger and middle into her, where they could delve into without the block of the other fingers. She could feel just the top ridges of her passages as she began stroking it in want, sighing pleasently to what she had tried to deny for so long it seemed.

Even now she couldn't deny that she was becoming more relaxed as she felt what seemed like little fingers massaging her back, working out the knots that might have been their and rubbing away her worries, touching her sensitive sides and upper back. It wasn't just relaxing she had started feeling . . . It was bliss as she surrendered herself to it.

As Narissa's body responded to his actions Seraph pulled the hand that had been pushing her fingers into herself away and used it to finish unbuttoning her blouse. Once the buttons were all undone some of the tendrils that were formed from his wings pulled it off her, and with the blouse no longer protecting her back from direct contact with his wings Seraph increased the amount of mana being released by them ever so slightly.

Seraph considered Narissa's body, and decided that he should give her something proper to lie on rather than his wings in their usual form. Focusing his attention the wings shaped themselves until Narissa was lying on a cover of light over a bed of mana. her body sunk in slightly, and as she did so more tendrils appeared and started caressing her sides, and the edges of her breasts. Underneath her the tendrils did not stop their movements, although one did unhook her bra for Seraph's hand to remove.

With that obstruction gone Seraph's hand moved from caressing her breast to tweaking her nipple and rubbing the part of her breast it rested on.

As Narissa's body pulsed as if she were a giant heart each beat felt on every inch of her skin, the mana easily traveling through her body like an electrified water channel. She was beginning to feel her blouse slipping from her, but in all honesty, she was beginning to feel unable to focus with it on, her body finding the slightest touch bringing her mind into a level of high she never knew. It was to her only regret that it slightly trapped her right arm, she being not willing enough to free her fingers from her core. Even with the blouse on her lower forearm there she was building up the speed of her strikes inside as she began panting.

What was she supposed to be doing again? What was she proving? Her mind was refusing to pull up these answers for her as she felt herself getting lowered, sinking inward to something that was squirming and rubbing her on her back and sides. The straps of her bra suddenly began to sag on her shoulders.

Ever so tenderly did she feel those things nudge her, a certain buzz feeling with each rub as she rolled her head to the side. Obsidian eyes meeting amber. That's right. Wasn't she learning something from him? He was teaching her?

"I . . . . the mana . . . mmm . . ." Each of her words were deep and laced with the arousal she was experiencing as she felt her nipples being played with. Comprehension and thought were being reduced to panting and conscious arousal to how this diving teacher was showing his mastery over her.

As his hand pulled the blouse off its removal was prevented by Narissa's right arm, which was currently occupied by her fingers entering her tight channel. Seraph felt a momentary irritation and, rather than interrupt Narissa's pleasure, at a thought the blouse seemed to fade slightly out of existence, and suddenly Seraph was able to pull it through her arm. As he threw it aside it re-solidified, the ethereal spell he had cast fading the moment he broke contact with it.

Next to go was the skirt, rather than remove it properly Seraph used another Ethereal spell to simply pull it 'through' Narissa before discarding it. Finally Seraph focused on the panties, but rather than remove these with his hand he called a wind of mana to blow across it, shredding the material and seeping plenty of excess mana into her crotch as it blew across her.

As Narissa's naked body lay in front of him on the bed formed by his wings Seraph moved closer, his spare hand started rubbing her clit while his mouth focused its attention on her free breast. Nibbling just a little on the nipple he felt it react, and as it did he started to instead suck on it. All the while his saliva, which was like all his bodily 'fluids' fairly close in form to raw liquid mana, seeped into her breast and nipple.

The barest hint of a chill overcame her once she felt the relative absence anything really covering her other than the trailing touches of the tentacles beneath her, molding her like pudding below. Like a seductive massage, she couldn't help herself but let them continue on, as eagerly as they felt behind her.

It was the added chill near the labia lips that sent shivers up her spine, pleasant sensations coming from it as her glazed over eyes watched the divinity close in. "What," she panted, "Wuddayuh doing to me?" The words, although mingled with pleasure and concerned, came only as wonderment as she made no attempts to stop him. Her fingers only slowed as she felt another hand added above her making her rigid suddenly with her clit being assaulted.

"Ooh . . ." Half lidded eyes gazed at his descent on her nipple. A gasped pulled from her lips as she felt the hungry suckling on the nub, feeling the breast alighted with the attention and hardening with an almost unfound vigor as she felt energy flooding into it.

Moaning to the the male, her free hand gave a light glide over his arm, her fingers dragging lithely over his pale skin until she could hold to his shoulder. An anchor perhaps, to the level of high she was getting as her head began whipping to the side, eyes squeezing shut to the attention she was getting, more than she felt that she could remember.

As Narissa places her hand on Seraph's shoulder new streams of mana start to flow through it, and as he feels her hand grip onto him and her voice moaning he starts to suck harder on her breast and begins to use his teeth to play with her nipple. His hand that is kneading her other breast squeezes her nipple, and suddenly light focuses around it into a small bell. A single hole lies in the base and as his hand returns to squeezing the skin of her breast all the air in the bell is pulled out through the hole, effectively simulating something sucking on her nipple.

While Seraph's mouth and hand play with Narissa's breasts he has not forgotten to use his wing 'bed'. Small tendrils lightly caress behind Narissa's ears and along the back and sides of her neck. One even grows long enough to stroke her cheek, and as it does so it seeps liquid mana onto her skin.

With her head being taken care of he then focus' his attention on her lower body, never relenting on his sucking of her nipple as he does so of course. His hand continues to stimulate her clit, releasing more and more mana into the bud, while the 'bed' underneath her forms a special tendril. Soon Narissa feels something prodding lightly into her rear, and as it touches her skin the fact it is releasing significantly more mana than the other tendrils becomes apparent, in fact it is almost releasing as much as is contained in Seraph's 'saliva'.

Watching through blurry vision, her eyes blinked, blinking again as something from seemingly nowhere clamped over her opposite breast from the one Seraph was beginning to teeth on. But, clearing her vision was only for as long as it took for her eyes to begin lull back as she felt her nipple being pulled on by the suction. The nipple that was in his teeth began aching with its hardness, the veins pulsing within the nub and out with the invigorating mana.

Her own hand within her had gone forgotten as it laid still, her hand above his shoulder clutching for a semblance of thought. Only a stray thought entertain how helpless she felt despite her grip seeming strong on his shoulder.

The tender nudges of a tentacle rubbing her right cheek helped not as she mewled to it and the caresses its brethren. She felt herself growing more wet between her legs, the honey seeping out from Seraph's own toying with it, creating a want aching in her core. Although now in her own rear, she felt herself getting excited, enough for her to try to withhold a murmur and moan, nibbling on her own bottom lip as she tried to get her breathing in order. Her heart seemed like it was pounding in her own ear.

"So . . so much I--I" Couldn't take it? Wanted more? Losing her mind? All that and so much more.

As the nipple in his mouth hardened Seraph bit a little bit more forcefully before starting to play with its tip with his tongue. As Narissa moaned in response Seraph focused on his tongue, and suddenly its shape and size changed. Before it had resembled a human tongue in size and appearance, now it was much thinner, almost like a tube. The reason soon became clear as he pushed it into her nipple. As his tongue slipped inside her nipple he reduced the amount of mana his body was allowing to seep in every place except his tongue. Soon afterwards the bell attached to her other nipple seemed to grow four tiny tendrils that slipped inside her nipple and pulled it open for a fifth slightly larger tendril to enter.

As her body reacted to his attack on her breasts the tendril that had been formed by the 'bed' slowly slipped its way into her rear, its bulk forcing inner walls aside. As it slowly forced its way into her his hand stopped playing with her clit and instead slipped inside her. Placing his hand around hers he used her hand to plunge rapidly inside her.

However Seraph still has one last element to put into place, the tendril that was caressing Narissa's cheek slips forward until it is resting over her mouth. Seraph's voice seems to sound directly in her head, as if it never passes through her ears. Suck it, you will love the taste. A liquid starts to seep out of the tendril hovering in front of her mouth, but this liquid is not something Seraph made or created. This is what he had milked out of Kanoe when he had taken her.

Within her bliss filled moment, a sharp, almost painful, prick pierced her nipple. But the warm sensation of the mana seeping into it began dulling that brief bit of pain. Almost falling back into that state of euphoria again, she rolled her head back as she felt his teeth round her nipple. It was the same liken prick that prevented her from being absorbed in the pleasure, but more so as she felt in her right nipple with the bell.

Already the nub protruded proudly up with the pull of the suction, its hypersensitivity making the prick all the more noticeable as she felt the peak of the nipple stuffed with tendrils. A whimper of pain escaped her as she gripped harder on his shoulder. It was only after she began feeling the same seeping of mana into that nipple did her breath come out in shudders, the pain ebbing off with the warm energy.

Between all of the touches and contacts she shared with him and the tentacles beneath her, subconsciously, she could almost mentally feel the weakening of the energies around her. That was for all except the one near her rear entrance and the energized nipples that he gave most interest into. Her whole body tingled with the mana traveling with her veins. Words in her mind coaxed her to look at a tentacle just above her lips. A drip of it landed on her lips, the liquid slipping into her mouth and tongue. It was to her surprise that it taste just like milk almost, but fused with mana. One that felt eerily similar to something else she remembered . . . But with failed memory, she instead allow the tentacle in her mouth, allowing it and its flavor and familiarity to pour into her.


With all of that mana, came the sensitivity of her rear rose bud being gently prodded.It was with its intrusion did her heart beat jump and her back arch upward. A gasp slipped through her lips as she felt her hand moving again, it, the tentacle in her rear, the her nipples and . . . She came. She came hard as her whole body quaked with the force of it.

As Narissa's body shook with orgasm Seraph felt rather pleased with himself and a mental command caused his robes to fade away leaving him naked. Pulling his head back he focused briefly on his tongue, and the part of it inside Narissa's nipple broke off from his mouth. The tongue remaining inside his mouth instantly reformed into its normal shape, while a portion of it continued to writhe inside her nipple. A passage normally reserved for her milk to flow out of was instead having his liquid mana flow into it.

As his head pulled away from her nipple the base of the portion of his tongue still inside him expanded to cover her breast in a thin liquid that continued to randomly contract and squeeze the soft flesh trapped within it. Focusing briefly on it suddenly its surface temperature changes, some parts are hot some cold, and the location of those parts constantly shifts across her entire breast.

Repositioning himself so that he is between her legs Seraph causes the tendril in her mouth to withdraw and he forcibly pulls her hand out of her pussy before teasing her with his cock. As the tendril forcing its way into her ass reaches as deep as Seraph wants it to go it stops, but seems to grow in size. If you want something from me you will need to beg for it Narissa.

Narissa couldn't help but feel an engorged feeling within her chest, the passages being filled as she laid, a slave to her own body.

It was like a drug how her whole body was feeling now. Each and every centimeter on breast felt excited as the mana pumped into them and from above, she could feel the strange coating that spread over her flesh. Like liquid metal, it conform around her breast only to grip them and release in fondling fashion. Even now her peak was reacting to the fluctuating temperatures of the coating, making her writhe with pleasure.

Beneath her, she could feel the tentacle's girth in her ass expanding before she realizes her hand had been snatched out from within her, the tentacle in her mouth fled as well. The sudden emptiness in her enough to make her shiver as her honey dripped freely before she was nudged by his cock. The grazing of his member alone was getting her thighs quivering with anticipation, pleading mewls coming from her sealed lips as she stared up into his golden eyes. Her hips alone tried to coax the head in, her lips just barely able to coat him with their juices.

"Please . . . Oh please . . ." She pleaded with the male, her eyes hungry for the member that he held.

As you wish.

With that Seraph slowly enters her, and as his cock is slowly pushed deeper and deeper into her the tendril in her rear withdraws at the same rate. Whatever movement he does with one is reversed exactly with the other.

You should drink, milk is good for you after all. Seraph smiles as he causes the tendril that is still releasing Kanoe's milk to re-enter Narissa's mouth, stifling her cries. The tendril only released a small amount of milk to begin with, but the harder Narissa stimulated it the more it would release.

Focusing next on the bell that was attached to her still uncovered breast he withdrew his hand and caused it to mirror what had happened to her first breast, while continuing to release liquid mana into her the entire time.

Narissa's face flushed, a raspberry red blushed her dark cheeks as she felt her lips pushed apart from his member. She could feel her walls eagerly accepting him in as they caressesd his entry, hugging him on all sides. A startled gasped came from her when she, too, felt the tentacle in her rear, its pulling keeping her from coming up as she felt it slither out. The combination of the two was enough for her to begin panting again.

Lulling her head back on the 'bed' her lips were pushed apart with the tentacle again as she tasted the milky and mana laced liquid drip into her mouth. So tasty . . . But with so little, she tried suckling it out and it seemed to respond to her as a little more came inside her. She listened to the male as she drank from it, joyously allowing it to fill her mouth.

A gurgle left her as her right breast followed its sister with its entrapment. Now both were coated and fondled by the liquid metal like substance as she squeezed her eyes shut from the sensation of being filled in both her breast and core.

As Seraph slowly pushed his cock into her folds he felt her body welcoming him, yet clutching tightly around his member. He felt a flood of pleasure as her inner walls caressed all sides of his member as it pushed deeper into her. Eventually the tendril that had been inside her ass pulled out of her, its tip only just inside her, to rectify this situation the two reversed momentum. They continued at the same rate, but reversed direction. Now his cock was slowly slipping back, while the tendril was pushing in.

Seraph could feel her sucking the tendril of his wing, in fact could feel her soft skin against all of it, and he slowly started to lace the milk she was drinking with his own mana. At first not much, but the amount would slowly grow every second. As sweet as Kanoe's mana was, and Seraph could attest to its sweetness, he knew that his own mana was far more intoxicating, and in this case far more useful.

Through all this Seraph was still wondering what to do with his hands. Her breasts were being taken care of already and his hands were useless there. Of course there still was one place that at least one of his hands could be put to use, and one of his hands started rubbing her clit. His other hand simply stroked her side, maybe he would come up with a better use for it later.