NTR Quest 17 - Academy - Work With Aiden (Patreon)

You clicked your tongue in annoyance. While you were diving quite deep into the realm of moral ambiguity Aiden presented as the singular voice of normal morality and ethics. Even if you had no desire to adhere to such concepts you understood intuitively that you would rather be at the mercy of someone like him over someone like yourself. It was an odd principle. Ideally you would be in power, but you could not be in power. You were no royal. As far as you knew all of the heirs were male. With the axis of power unable to be turned by you directly, by pure selfish reasoning Aiden was the correct choice. You wanted him... For multiple reasons.

As you kept the meek prince pinned for far longer than was comfortable for either of you, you noticed his intriguing features even more. Despite being male he had clear, perfect skin and incredibly smooth hair. His lips were full of color and matched Esther's in pout when parted, despite only being colored by the blood rushing to them. It was the same with his cheeks. His figure could match Merit's; not in tone or height but in shape. The athletic, tomboyish figure of the beastwoman had it's appeal to you, so as those images mixed in your mind you were given a picture of Aiden that was inarguably appealing. In terms of femininity he, oddly enough, had both of the girls in your party matched at the very least. But you wondered what adulthood would do to him. Mid twenties was when you started to notice the men in your town reaching the peak of their growth. That was the case on average. For humans, at least. In contrast, your mind raced at the thought of how his looks would stand up when any amount of effort was put in. It could be extremely promising, you thought.

“We're about the same age?” You asked. You weren't quite there and if he was in the same range as you, neither was he. You both had a little bit to go still until your peaks were reached.

“I think so.” His gaze shied away from yours. He was looking down and off in some direction. After a few more awkward moments he ducked under your arm and took a few steps away along the wall.

“I think you should aim a bit higher.”

He stopped and turned to look at you. “If I aimed at the moon could I hit it with an arrow?”

“What?” You face scrunched up in frustration at the odd rebuttal.

“Just because you can see it doesn't mean you can hit it. There's a lot of things like that.” Aiden offered evenly.

“Have you tried to hit the moon with an arrow before?”

He stared at you in disbelief. It was his turn to have his expression twisted in confusion. “W- No?” He was uncertain at first but gained more confidence as he thought about what you said.
“No! Definitely not, but that doesn't matter. We know it to be so. You can't hit the moon with an arrow just by aiming at it. It's a fact.”

“According to who?”

He rolled his vibrant green eyes incredulously. “According to...” He searched for a satisfying answer.
“People have tried. This isn't in question. If an archer could shoot the moon it would be common knowledge. I'm pretty sure I've seen people aim at it for fun at some point and fail” The prince insisted.

“So you believe it's impossible because you've seen it proven impossible?”

“Exactly.” He was comfortable in the argument. He felt like he was winning. He knew he was right.

“So how many Princes of this Kingdom named Aiden in your exact position have you seen fail at being ambitious? How many people established that 'fact' versus established the fact about the moon?” You questioned smugly.

“You? Your brother?”

He huffed. “About right.” Aiden was annoyed, but you got the impression that annoyance came from the grain of truth to what you were saying.

“You came to me because you thought I could do things that you can't do on your own. I'm not saying that you should do it by yourself. I'm offering to help.”

You could see him bite the inside of his bottom lip. “I did ask for you to help me, didn't I?”

“If you aren't trying to grasp at more then aren't you just waiting to die? Sustenance isn't living. Not for someone like you.”

“Someone like me?” As he questioned you, you closed the distance again and draped an arm over his slender shoulders.

“You should at least WANT to be king, and if you can't, you should want to be able to hold your head up. Your influence could be a counterbalance to your brother. You mentioned he was a degenerate, right?”

“Like you.” He half-joked, sliding out from under your arm. You did not hold him.

“But maybe you do have a point. If I could at least hold myself as a counterweight to his... Tendencies then it might be an overall net good. I don't want to be King, or anything. I don't want real power. I just want our people to be safe and comfortable.”

“Sure.” You grinned, watching him go.

Aiden disappeared around a corner to the right. You began to follow him, but as you crossed that same bend you realized that the hall had already shifted and the Prince was nowhere in sight. You glanced back at the left bend and saw that Merit and Esther had cleared out from Jeane's office. With nothing else to do you about-faced into a comfortable bosom and bounced back.
“Sorry! I was-” Your eyes trailed up the statuesque figure of the woman who's breast became the buffer that avoided any real harm.
“Not paying... Attention. Do I know you?” The woman was a head taller. Her platinum blonde hair was pulled back in a tight pony tail with two wisps of bangs hanging down on either side of her forehead. Her golden eyes centered on you as her full, red lips curled into a subtle smile.

“We do know each other.” She offered as a hint, lifting a hand to her head to adjust the thin black frames that held a pair of lenses. Your eyes widened as realization struck. Her features were far too divine to be forgotten. Her form was complimented by the tight clothes she wore in direct contrast to the loose robes she had on before. You thought her a subtle beauty at the time. With a short skirt pulled around her thighs and her wide hips wide hips; the length at the hem barely climbing a quarter of the way down her long legs. Her tight, frilled white blouse restraining her heavy breasts, and of course the visible red lingerie containing them that could be seen beneath. you saw her for what she was. An absolute bombshell of a mature woman. Her heels clacked on the stone floor as she stepped forward and stared at you comfortably. Merit and Esther were students and Aiden was a boy. Jeane was the best comparison, but even her charms felt girlish before the woman that stood before you.

“You are the student that a select few faculty are calling...” She leaned down to whisper in your ear softly.
“A Hero.”

“W-wait.” You managed to let out in confusion at her words. She was pretending to not know what you were getting stirred up about, but you knew it was her. She offered you her hand.

“I am Professor Serane. A Trait and Natural Magic specialist. I have also been brought on as this Academy's nurse.” You stared down at the hand. Her nails were painted red. When she saw you staring the woman withdrew her hand and looked at her curled fingers closely. Her long, pointed ears twitched. She was an elf, apparently, though you had ideas on what she truly was.
“Oh, this? I'll treat everyone with the same amount of respect and dignity but I'm a Coda alumnus and proud; so sue me.” She shrugged and let out a little peep of a laugh that sounded uncharacteristic coming from the deeper shades her tone usually held.

You stared at Serane skeptically, unsure what to make of her. The only thing you could think of was to question her credentials, as though she was lying.
“Trait and Natural Magic?”

“Yes. Natural Magic.” For the first time she let on a little but offering you a knowing stare as she continued.
“The natural Aura held by beings such as Dragons, Dark Elves and...” She pretended to strain and think for a few moments before raising a revelatory finger.
“Oh right. Seraph.” She stepped uncomfortably close and reached out to curiously pick a single long, jet black hair from your uniform. Serane was unimpressed while inspecting it; she outstretched her arm fully and let it drop.

“Flight for Dragons and Seraphs is assisted by magic. From birth they are granted something that most individuals have to train for the better part of their early life to have. It's to the point that even youths of those species are able to use rudimentary magic.” Serane smiled brightly.
“If you wanted to be tutored more on the subject of Natural Magic, or any of these species I would be more than happy to help.” She seemed very happy to add.

“On the topic of Seraph, I can tutor you quite extensively on both their traits, their natural aura and their... Biology.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. You had definitely had enough. “Can we please drop the act, 'Professor.' How'd you figure out what I was?”

“The faculty relies so heavily on natural protections that the security inside is fairly relaxed. There are also quite a few... Vulnerabilities in the top-end staff that can be exploited.” She arched her back suggestively as she said that, implying something that was very obvious to you. You gulped at the implication, and the fact that the middle buttons holding in her bosom strained as she performed that little stretch.

“What are you doing here?”

“I can tell you if you would like to give me a hand. It's nothing bad. I have purely scholarly interests, I promise.”

You looked her over in her skimpy school-teacher getup and rolled your eyes. “Yeah... I can tell.”

“Oh don't give me that look. For my typical enjoyment I want nothing more than to bury my face in a...” She inhaled while licking her cherry-red lips seductively.
“Good book.”

“Oh yeah? For sure, me too, me too.” You stated facetiously.

Serane smirked. “You want to take a nice thick one home and run your hand down it's spine before spreading it's... Pages wide?” She asked in an extremely low, overt tone.

You exhaled slowly, finding it in you to resist. “Could you stop?”

The Professor blinked. “Oh. This doesn't work on you?”

You gritted your teeth slightly. “It does. I think I'd just prefer you said what you meant.”

“Oh.” She paused.
“Well, I'm no angel. If you wanted you could take me into my new office. I'll lock the door and you can fuck me over one of the recovery beds.” You stepped towards her, prompting the woman to lift a hand in a  halting gesture.
“But. I would like some promise that you will help me out here.”