Azrie awoke earlier than she had planned. Today would be her first day of classes, and she had some anxiety about being on campus. Education in the Realm was handled differently than on Earth. They didn't have schools, and most of the Lecherous were never formally educated. There wasn't a lot of need for it. The vast majority of the Lecherous are only slightly more aware than animals. They can speak, and they can figure out how to fulfill their roles in society, usually by jumping to some copulating couple and siphoning what energy they could.
The Lecherous Society was made up of the Greaters. The Greaters were smarter, had more powerful and varied abilities, and were generally more able to exist amongst Humans. They were often taught how to use their inherited abilities, and the more wealthy, like Azrie, may have even received private tutelage. In their day-to-day lives, though, there wasn't any need for them to learn things like math or science. History was passed down via oral tradition and long lives. The Lecherous only received a more Human education if they were going to be among humans and living as one.
While Azrie had received an education, which most likely surpassed what typical human youths would receive, this would be her first time attending a formal school situation. She didn't know what to expect, but she was pretty sure Van Wilder, Revenge of the Nerds, and Porky's weren't accurate representations of college. Fighting back her fears, she got dressed in something pretty modest and decided she would go to the campus and look around before her first class.
Whatever Azrie may have been expecting, what she found was not that. Azrie wore a blue tee-shirt and a thin white ruffled skirt. Any close inspection of it would reveal a semi-translucent fabric that you could just barely make out the outline of her thighs and pussy lips. Azrie wasn't wearing panties or a bra, for that matter. She was a Succubus, after all. Plus, with her ability to shape her own body, bras were purely decorative on her. She had, of course, kept her nipples completely erect, allowing them to push against the fabric of her shirt, leaving a very distinct protrusion. In this case, modest was relative to her as a succubus. Azrie felt like she was overdressed.
On her way to class, Azrie saw students wearing lingerie. Some were wearing skirts which showed more thigh than they hid. She saw club dresses, see-through mesh, and fishnet, with virtually nothing left to anyone's imagination. She saw men in tight shorts sporting bulges that were in every stage of arousal.
Confused but unphased, Azrie made her way to her first class. She had expected the faculty to be dressed in what humans call professional attire. Instead, her professor was wearing a black teddy with garters holding up lace top stockings, most of which were hidden beneath the thigh-high black leather boots with five-inch heels. This was her human sexuality class, and a fleeting thought suggested to Azrie that maybe her ensemble was for the Lesson. The woman proceeded to teach with no regard for how she or her students were clothed.
Her next class was a history credit. The class covered some human historical event or another. Upon reflection, Azrie couldn't remember what it was about exactly. Much outside of her character, Azrie was distracted by the appearance of the professor.
In Azrie's estimation, her professor was an Adonis. He had a sheer shirt on, and Azrie could see every detail of his muscular chest. His shorts barely hid an impressive erection. For that matter, the shorts barely hid anything, but Azrie could only see the outline of his hard cock.
She drifted into a fantasy where she took his cock into her mouth and sucked and nibbled on it until she could slide it down her throat. She imagined him spurting his warm cum down her throat and filling her mouth as he pulled it out of her. She was aroused from her daydream by the distinct sound of her professor cumming. Noone seemed to notice the disruption or question how or why it was happening. Once he was released from the throes of his orgasm, he continued teaching like this was a regular occurrence. His shorts had a large wet spot where his penis had ejected its semen, and his dick was still rock hard.
Somehow she had made him cum. Or at least, she pushed him over the final barrier. She wasn't sure how she had done it, and she would need to consult with Dee later for some insight. It was at this point that Azrie became aware of a light aura around her. She wasn't sure where it was coming from, but she recognized lust when she felt it. This was indeed abnormal. The people on this campus have their arousal turned up to eleven. She'd need to figure out the cause, but she had another class to attend for now.
In her next class, Azrie found the source of the aura. Her Mythology of Demons professor, Dr. Ian K. Ubis, was a very subtle individual. The moment she entered the classroom, she felt an attack. It was like a mental assault, and she responded with all the skill and restraint of a beginner. Suddenly, all of her classmates were thrust into orgasm, and Dr. Ian was pushed back against the wall, a slightly shocked look on his face.
When Azrie had instinctually retaliated, she felt the aura drop, and now that her defense had subsided, she could feel the aura reasserting itself. Across the campus, people had brief moments of lucidity and unexcited levels of arousal. For the moments the lust aura was down, nearly everyone scrambled to cover themselves. That modesty had only lasted a moment, and they returned to their state of constant arousal.
Azrie headed to the front of the classroom to consult with Dr. Ian. As she got closer, she saw his slightly shocked expression turn to one of recognition and then abject terror. He immediately bowed his head, "I'm sorry, my princess," he muttered.
"Do not address me like that in public. You may call me Azrie," she whispered through pursed lips.
"Y-y-yes," he stammered. "I, I didn't know it was you. I just felt a presence."
"What the fuck just happened?" she gestured to the students around her. A sly smile crossed his face.
"I keep them aroused, and the campus feeds me constant lust. Right now, there are no fewer than four couples fucking each other around the campus. Can't you feel it?"
Azrie was not amused. "I accidentally made a teacher cum in his shorts half an hour ago. I can feel the aura, but I have no clue how I did that or how I attacked you."
"Yeah, about that, you hit me very hard. Hard enough that you could have killed or maimed me had I not shielded myself. You must have used a considerable amount of energy for that hit."
Azrie checked herself and found she was indeed down a considerable amount of her energy. Even though she had just refilled, she was going to need to fuck again. The sounds of cumming students around her subsided just as the smell cum and wet pussies reached the two Lecherous. Azrie had to focus to retain her composure. What she wanted to do, though, was to line up every student and take whatever fluid they offered her. The look on Ian's face told her he was suffering similarly. Once they regained themselves, he asked, "You didn't do that on purpose?"
"No," she yelled under her breath through gritted teeth. "I was just deposited here a couple of days ago, and because my father intends for me to take his throne, I wasn't taught about any abilities I may have. He said if I learn on my own, I will be stronger. I just learned that I could hide the lust I radiate."
"Okay," he replied. "I can help. I can teach you how to control your energy at least. It should prevent you from accidentally doing something you don't want to. Is there somewhere we can practice?"
"Meet me at Intrigue," she stated, becoming more and more aware of just how drained she was. "In two, no three hours." Ian nodded his agreement.
"You two, follow me," she demanded, having pointed at a nerdy-looking girl and boy. She was sure they had names. She also didn't care what they were. These objects were going to refill her tank. Ever since the smell hit her, the only thing on her mind was hot cum in her mouth and her tongue deep in a pussy. She liked the sex that she needed but had difficulty keeping control when she was starving.
Nerdy is, of course, relative to their surroundings. The boy had a flagpole nearly peeking out of his waistband, with apparent ample girth. He had no penis-related reasons to be shy, but still, he blushed as she called on him. His fishnet tee shirt didn't hide his muscular physique either. A side effect, she decided of the probably constant state of arousal he'd been in for the last few years. If your only goal was to get laid, you'd probably work on making yourself as attractive as possible, even when you had never cared about that before.
The girl wore glasses, but what gave her the nerdy impression was her mousy presence. Her nebish behavior sold nerdy for her. She was wearing a chemise, which was tight against her skin and revealed enough to make you ask for more. Her panties, a generous title for what she was wearing, were more like a triangle of cloth with 3 strings attached. The lower thread split her lips, and the only thing they hid on her pussy was her clit. The chemise covered her crotch, but barely, and it was behind one of the more see-through parts of the garment. She accessorized with a collar with a ring on it, black fishnet thigh highs, and black four-inch stiletto heels. It was probably difficult for her to match the chemise's violet color with her accessories, but regardless the look made Azrie's pussy wet.
