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A devilish smile crosses your face when the young man - little more than a boy, really - asks what he ought to call you. Leaning forward, you let your magnificent udders peak out from beneath your cloak, giving Mark a truly splendid sight to behold. Globes of soft, creamy flesh capped with delightful rose-pink buds, hanging freely and swaying with every breath in a captivating motion that embodies the worldly desires of men. You need not unleash the aura you keep restrained to reduce your disciple to a mass of fearful and unthinking lust; leaning in an letting those two scopes of heaven press against him is enough.
A warm breathe kisses his ear. A hand reaches down and grabs hold of something nice through too many layers of cloth. Burying Mark's shoulder in your cleavage, you whisper, "You can call me <span class="mu-i">mommy</span>, young one. I'll be taking care of you from now on... and <span class="mu-i">punishing</span> you when you've been a naughty boy~"
You give the thing in your hand a gentle squeeze, and Mark has such a splendid reaction.
Swallowing dryly, he confesses to you, "Mommy, I've been a naughty boy."
With a chuckle, your hand runs up the length of that lovely thing you squeezed, and discover to your delight that your disciple is quite gifted indeed. Pinching here and there elicits more lovely reactions from Mark, though in the corner of your eye you can see Enid and Andras showing their displeasure. Enid simply has a look of disgust on her face, her frown almost triangular in a way that matches her sharp gaze. Andras simply rubs his eyes, giving himself an excuse to pretend he hasn't noticed what you've been doing. (Roll 1d20)
-They need to let you cook. Yes, the young man is your disciple, but this is how you get someone to spill their secrets <span class="mu-i">all over your breasts</span>
-You should be less overt. Throw your cloak over the both of you so that you can <span class="mu-i">get to know</span> your disciple without disturbing them.
-Fine, you'll take this elsewhere. Though it kind of ruins the mood. Handjobs are just how succubi say hello! Well, not really, but...
-Give him one last squeeze and the flick him on the forehead. "Just kidding~! Well, maybe not so much, <span class="mu-i">big guy</span>. We can do this and that later, for now... check on their squire, will you?"
-Write in.
