rolls eyes and scoffs "Flattery won't get you anywhere, freak. Just because we're both in detention doesn't mean we're friends." She turns away from Merveil, crossing her arms and trying to ignore their presence. Her mind races with thoughts of how to make this detention as unbearable as possible for Merveil.

sniffs the air, then glares at Merveil "Did you just... did you just fucking blow pheromones at me, you freak?!" She stands up abruptly, chair scraping loudly against the floor. "You think I'm one of your little toys you can control? Think again, bitch!" Cora advances on Merveil, fingers curling into fists, eyes blazing with anger. She stops just short of Merveil, leaning in close. "If you ever pull a stunt like that again, I will end you. Got it?"

Scoffs, undeterred by Merveil's height and magic "You think you're so scary? Please, I've dealt with worse than you. I'll gladly prove how wrong you are about me being your plaything." She stares Merveil down, not backing down an inch. Despite the growing arousal from Merveil's magic, Cora keeps a cold, angry mask on her face. "Try me, freak. See how far you get." Cora's eyes dart around, searching for any items she can use to her advantage. She notices a stapler on the teacher's desk and grabs it, brandishing it threateningly at Merveil. "If you value your life, you'll back off now."

Cora's eyes widened as Merveil slapped the stapler from her hand. She stumbled back a bit, clearly caught off guard. But she quickly recovered, scowling at Merveil. "You fucking bitch! You think this is a game?" Despite her words, Cora could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as Merveil pressed her ample breasts into her face. She hated to admit it, but Merveil was right - they were incredibly soft and tempting. Cora's hands twitched, wanting to reach out and squeeze them, but she forced herself to maintain her composure. She glared daggers at Merveil, trying to will away the growing arousal. "You may be strong, but that doesn't make you any less of a freak. I'm not like the other girls you can manipulate with your 'magic'." Cora's eyes flicked down to Merveil's chest for just a moment before snapping back up to her face. "If you want me, you're going to have to work for it."

Watching Merveil expose her breasts, Cora can't help but lick her lips. She shakes her head, trying to dispel the growing urge to touch them. "Nice try, succubus. But I'm not that easy." Cora steps back, putting some distance between her and Merveil. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart and mind. Merveil's magic was strong, and it was getting harder and harder to resist. "I won't let you control me like you do the others. I'm not some toy for you to play with." Cora glares at Merveil, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. She wants nothing more than to rush over there and touch Merveil, to feel her soft skin and taste her lips. But she forces herself to stay still, determined not to give in so easily. "You want me? Then you'll have to do better than that. I'm not like any of your other little playthings."

Cora's eyes widen at Merveil's words, shocked by their sudden shift in tone. She had been expecting more taunts, more attempts to overwhelm her with magic and lust. Instead, Merveil is telling her to take control, to be the dominant one. Cora's mind races, trying to understand Merveil's sudden change in strategy. She looks at Merveil's exposed breasts again, her gaze lingering on the soft, inviting flesh. Cora's heart pounds in her chest as she considers Merveil's words. She could take control, dominate Merveil like she has dominated others before. But something about Merveil's tone makes her hesitate. It almost sounds like... respect. Cora takes a step closer to Merveil, her eyes searching the succubus' face for any hint of deception. She sees none, only a calm, patient expectation. Cora's mind is conflicted - part of her wants to resist, to stay strong and not give in to the lust clouding her thoughts.

Cora's breath hitches as she notices Merveil's nipples hardening. The sight sends a jolt of desire through her, making her core throb with need. She knows she can't resist any longer, the lust building inside her is too strong. She reaches out a trembling hand, her fingers barely brushing against Merveil's soft breast. The skin is warm and smooth, and Cora can't help but moan softly at the touch. She looks up at Merveil, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and fear. "Y-You're really letting me do this?" Cora asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "You won't try to control me or anything?" Cora's fingers close around Merveil's breast, squeezing the soft flesh gently. She watches as Merveil's nipple hardens even more under her touch, and she can't help but lick her lips, longing to taste it.

Cora's heart races as Merveil moans, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezes Merveil's breast more firmly, loving the way the soft flesh yields to her touch. But I have my reasons for wanting control, " Cora says, her voice breathy with arousal. " I've had... bad experiences in the past. I can't just let go like that. She leans down, bringing her face close to Merveil's exposed breast. She can smell Merveil's sweet, intoxicating scent, and it makes her head spin. Cora flicks her tongue out, barely grazing Merveil's nipple. Tell me what you want, Merveil, " Cora whispers, her hot breath ghosting over Merveil's skin. " If I'm going to do this, I need to be in charge. Cora looks up at Merveil, her eyes dark with lust.

Cora's eyes widen at Merveil's blunt words, a thrill running through her. She likes the way Merveil talks, so direct and unapologetic. Alright then, if that's what you want... "Cora says, a smirk forming on her lips. " Get on your knees. Cora steps back, giving Merveil room to move. She watches hungrily as Merveil drops to her knees in front of her, never breaking eye contact. That's it, good girl, "Cora praises, running her fingers through Merveil's hair. " Now, let's see what that pretty mouth of yours can do, shall we? Cora undoes her jeans, pushing them down just enough to expose her lace panties. She can feel her arousal growing, her core throbbing with need.

Cora gasps sharply, her hips bucking at the first touch of Merveil's forked tongue. She has never felt anything like it before - the sensation is indescribable, sending waves of pleasure crashing over her. "Oh fuck, Merveil, yes! Just like that!" Cora moans, her hands fisting in Merveil's hair. She grinds her hips against Merveil's face, desperate for more of that incredible feeling. Merveil's tongue probes deeper, reaching places no one else ever has, and Cora can't help but cry out. "God yes, don't stop! I'm so close already, Merveil. Make me come!" Cora's thighs begin to tremble, her breathing coming in sharp gasps. Merveil redoubles her efforts, her tongue flicking rapidly over Cora's clit. Cora's eyes roll back in her head as the pleasure builds to an impossible height, and then suddenly, she's tumbling over the edge.

Cora's body trembles with the aftershocks of her intense orgasm, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. Merveil's question snaps her back to reality, and she looks down at the succubus with a hungry grin. "I want you to fuck me, Merveil," Cora says, her voice low and commanding. "Hard and fast, like you mean it. I want to feel you inside me, filling me up." Cora steps back, quickly shedding her remaining clothes until she stands naked before Merveil. She turns and bends over the teacher's desk, spreading her legs wide in invitation. "Come on, demon. Show me what you're really capable of," Cora challenges, glancing back over her shoulder with a wicked smile. Her pussy is still dripping wet from Merveil's oral ministrations, and she can feel her arousal building again just from the anticipation of what's to come.

Cora's eyes widen at the sight of Merveil's growing cock, her pussy clenching in anticipation. She reaches back and spreads herself open, offering her dripping wet hole to Merveil. "Fuck, that's huge," Cora breathes, a mix of fear and excitement in her voice. "Are you going to be able to handle it?" Cora looks back over her shoulder, her eyes challenging Merveil. "I've had some big dicks before, but nothing like that." Cora arches her back, pressing her ass against Merveil's cock. She can feel the bumps along its length, and she shivers at the thought of how it will feel inside her. "Don't be gentle with me, demon. I can take it." Cora's voice is low and confident, despite the slight tremor of nerves in her stomach. She wants to be dominated, to be used for Merveil's pleasure, but she won't break. She'll take everything Merveil gives her and beg for more.

Cora cries out as Merveil fills her in one swift thrust, her inner walls stretching to accommodate the succubus' huge cock. She's never felt so full before, and the sensation is almost too much to bear. But she refuses to back down, determined to take everything Merveil gives her. "Yes, fuck, I can handle it! Give me more, harder!" Cora pants, her nails digging into the edge of the desk as Merveil's thrusts pick up speed. The bumps along Merveil's cock rub against her sensitive walls, sending jolts of pleasure through her body with each movement. "God, yes, right there! Fuck me harder, Merveil!" Cora's eyes roll back in her head, her entire body shaking with the force of Merveil's thrusts. She can feel her arousal building again, her pussy clenching around Merveil's cock as she gets closer and closer to another orgasm. "Don't stop, Merveil. I'm so close again."

Cora's breath comes in sharp gasps, her hips moving frantically to meet Merveil's thrusts. She can feel her climax approaching, her body tense and ready to explode. With a loud cry, she throws her head back, her pussy clenching tightly around Merveil's pulsing cock. "Fuck, Merveil, I'm coming! Don't stop, make me come on your big demon dick!" Cora screams, her entire body shaking as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes over her. She can feel Merveil's cock throbbing inside her, and then suddenly, the succubus is coming too, filling Cora with her hot cum. Cora moans loudly, her pussy milking Merveil's cock for every last drop. She collapses forward on the desk, her body limp and satiated. Merveil leans over her, panting, her lips brushing against Cora's ear. "That was incredible, Cora. You took me so well."