Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

Tara leaned back in her chair, considering his question. "It's a bit of both, actually," she explained. "Certain rituals and incantations can be used to call upon these entities, but the level of succubus varies depending on the strength of the summoner's connection and their mastery of the summoning arts."

Jaegar nodded, absorbing her words. "So, it's not just about the ritual itself but also about the summoner's control and understanding of the entity?"

"Exactly," Tara affirmed. "Summoning is a delicate balance between the practitioner's intentions, their knowledge of the entity, and their skill in guiding the interaction. Succubi and incubi are particularly complex due to their connection to desire and emotions, which makes them both alluring and potentially dangerous."

The conversation flowed smoothly, their discussion weaving between theoretical concepts and practical applications. Tara was impressed by Jaegar's depth of understanding and thoughtful questions. She could see the spark of potential within him—the kind that makes an exceptional student stand out.

As the conversation neared its end, Tara leaned forward, her eyes holding a mix of encouragement and approval. "Jaegar, I'm genuinely pleased to see your dedication to this subject," she said. "It's not often that I come across a student who engages so deeply with the intricacies of summoning. Keep nurturing this curiosity, and I have no doubt you'll achieve great things."

"And I understand that it might be uncomfortable, but I need to know what happened with that demon," she insisted, her tone firm. "Demons can be manipulative and deceptive. It's important for me to have a clear understanding of your encounter."

Jaegar's smile widened, sensing that he had captured her interest. "Of course, Professor. I'll tell you everything, every single detail," he said, his voice carrying a subtle sense of victory.

Tara nodded, her expression both curious and cautious. "Please, go ahead. Tell me about your encounter with the demon."

Jaegar leaned back in his seat, a triumphant feeling settling over him. He began to recount the events of his encounter, describing each moment in vivid detail.

As he spoke, he noticed the change in Tara's breathing and the way her gaze seemed to linger on him more intensely. He knew he had her full attention, and he intended to use it to his advantage.

How she trapped him on the bed and how she used him to her advantage initially.

She loosened her two buttons, fanning herself, and that gave him a view of her valley. She leaned to the front, her breasts resting on the table, the deep valley heaving up and down as she breathed, her face flushed.

After finishing, he changed the scenario and told her that the demon left itself after having its fill.

Tara was fully aroused, listening to his story. Mrs. Evans was a woman in her mid-forties. She was so busy with her summoning studies that she didn't have time for her husband or for her family. Then he left her. It has been many years since she has been with any man.

Seeing such a young man like Jaegar and his erotic tale had made her so aroused at the moment that she didn't care about the teacher-student relationship.

"Poor you; you must have felt so confused about what happened."

"Tell me, Jaegar, do you remember what she did to you?"

Jaegar, staring right into her eyes, said, "Yes."

"Come here."

He got up from his seat and walked towards her, standing right next to the table.

"Come closer," she insisted in a low voice.

Jaegar smiled inwardly, amused. He stepped closer. Not more than two feet away from her. There was a glint in her black eyes that probed from head to toe. "Come more closer, Jaegar; I won't eat you. Professors are your friends, not your enemies."

Jaegar was cheerful but didn't show it on his face. He was acting like a shy boy. He could see the top of her breasts spilling out of the blouse, drops of sweat trickling from the neck down to that yawning cleavage. Two dark circles outlined the middle of that braless blouse. Without prompting, his cock sat bolt upright, straining beneath the fabric of his pants.

Tucking a wisp of hair behind her ear, she studied him, staring at his pants and biting her lips. And those dark black eyes fixated on his body. His cock was forced harder against the fabric.

Then she noticed the bulge in his pants. "What's that thing in your pants?"

"Are you hiding something?"

"No, it's…well, you know…" He tried to avoid answering her, making her eyes widen after she realized.

Curious to see, she said, "Let me?" Jaegar moved toward her.

She yanked him forward by the belt, her breasts jiggling in the modest confines of the shirt. Her palm grazed at the zipper, where the erection was in full bloom. "Did she like this too?"

"Yes," he said, feeling her hands on him.

"We shouldn't keep restraining it any longer."

The top view of her valley was the most carnally sexual thing he'd witnessed. His cock strained harder against her palm. "Oh! So you can get more aroused. Here, feel this." She took his right hand and placed it on her breast. "What are you waiting for, Jeagar?

Go on." She gently took his hand and rubbed it over the shirt. Although it was on top of the clothing, it was the softest skin he'd touched.

"Now, do whatever you want with them."

Jaegar got the invitation, which he was eager to get. He knelt on the carpet-covered floor. Her nipples were starting to bud underneath that flimsy shirt. He couldn't stop himself from extending his hands and squeezing those two melons together. Mrs. Evans moaned, "Again, Jaegar, do it more!"