Cool water held me to mid-thigh as I re-entered Cora. A puddle had spread from her wet body onto the tile. Her soft calves were set atop my shoulders. She did not have a fighter's body. A thin layer of fat hid any sort of muscle definition and I could make out the loose form of each of her ribs. Her sex was ideal, plump outer lips and a smaller inner-set that were barely an outline of her desire. I made a mental note to go down on her, nibbling on those would be a treat. Her clit wasn't even visible, hidden behind a hood of pink flesh that begged for a thumb to push it back and expose her.
I pressed the head of my cock into her warming flesh, still water-slick. Unsure of what to do with her hands, Cora crossed them over her belly. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation, as her lips slipped across my tip, "Mmm-am I doing this right Mentor?"
She was receptive, not fighting the process internally or externally. That was as much as you could expect from a girl her first time, a willingness to surrender to the process, "You're doing fine." I placed a hand at her cheek and thumbed through her wet locks.
Temere kept her distance, I could hardly feel here presence. Mentally, the girl had retreated from the space, a valuable skill taught at Bloom. However, there was a presence here I hadn't noticed in the earlier commotion, a prickle at the top of my head. I shot a glance up the mosaic, all the way to the room's apex. The ceiling had an open hole at its topmost point for steam to escape, peeking though it was a shock of frizzled crimson hair.
"Approach!" I shouted and threw up a palm, my flaming rope followed it, up through the hole and around Reilin's waist.
"Hey, hold on!" She shouted, as she was dragged through and released, to plummet into the hot-bath below. The girl was still dressed in her fancy new leathers. She hit the water belly first on her exposed midriff. I approximated it would now match the leather's crimson.
Cora was taken completely unaware, her hand clutched my other wrist, and I felt her wrapped tight around top quarter of my cock.
Reilin drug herself from the water, leather clinging tight to her form, glowering like a wet cat.
The time for sensual fucking had passed. There was a good chance Reilin would ruin this moment for Cora if I let the girl think. The solution was sensory overload. I set to a thrusting rhythm within her and she began to squirm and huff.
"High marks on evading my notice for so long, but I don't recall a request for after hours tutoring," I said mid-thrust as the brat pulled the hair from her eyes. The sight of her thick ass in soaked leather sent a surge through me that escaped Cora's lips in a gasp.
My repeated intrusions were driving the girl wild. Her elbows pressed into the ground and her hips ground into my length as she tried to find the right angle to ride it.
Reilin trudged to the edge of the hot-bath, "Why the hell is this one getting special treatment?"
"Oh, I didn't expect someone of your pedigree would want to serve in their free-time," my challenge was punctuated with a slap to Cora's ass and a moan from deep in her throat.
"Serve?" Reilin paused her approach.
"That's right," this was a total fabrication, but Reilin didn't need to know it, "Cora's supplementing her tuition working part-time as my companion."
"That's ridiculous," the girl said, resuming her approach and cresting the hot-bath's ledge.
"I don't just take my students on dates. I you want to follow me around in the evenings you're going to do so in an official capacity."
Her face went red, the girl hadn't worked a day in her life. Her mentorship didn't count. She probably thought servitude was beneath her. That would have been true if she hadn't decided to pursue my mentorship. I wasn't in the busy of handing out easy lays to layabouts.
"Fine then," she said, "I can do companion's work," she was doing her best to wring out her skirt.
"I already have a companion," I said, delivering another shocking thrust to Cora's gut, she whimpered and wrapped her legs around me, tears welling in her eyes as she clenched her teeth, "and I doubt you have the artistic talents of a client, I may let Selenee fill that role."
"Assistant then," she said, we were working through the four classes taught at Bloom, none of the girls actually qualified as one, but they could make a layman's attempt at it. I did my own paperwork, and I was not allowed to let this brat check my notes.
"Maid." was my response. Cora had fully consumed her lower lip, the grip of her womanhood pulled taut, flexing in and out as I gave her a more exhilarating first time than any woman had the right to ask for, her fingers gripped at the tile beneath her, "Ahhhnnn... Mentor..."
Reilin eyed the bakers daughter, what she was missing out on. Honestly, I didn't want a maid. But it would be an excellent learning experience. I was sure she'd taken part in driving numerous service staff members to tiers in dark closets, and I wasn't going to have her pissing off the proprietors of any inns or taverns we visited on our excursions.
Of course she couldn't be made to say "Yes please.", she just stewed.
Fine, I'll call her to action.
Cora moaned, squelched, dug her fingers into her sides, and finally, quaked, "Ohhh-Ah!" Her pussy squeezed around me in a long series of slowly loosening waves, and then I was fucking spent flesh.
I pulled out of her newly christened coin-purse and unloaded myself across her chest, coating lines from her belly-button to her throat. She hugged herself and grinned, her legs still shaking.
"Now grab a rag and tend to my companion. There's not going to be a second offer."
Reilin stepped up, "You can't just-"
Come on girl, pull rank. Let's see how far Daddy's grace will get you.
She read those words in my eyes, and knew it was futile. Would Lord Durough put his name on the line ordering a female mentor to dick down his daughter?
I thought not, and apparently so did Reilin. She grabbed a washcloth from a bench and made her way to our side.