Miss Thavel

You had a little secret - Watching pornography in the library on the third floor behind the far shelf, so what was it about? ▭ ▰▰▰▰▰ ▭ After another such session of content, you calmly walked out of the library, into the empty corridor, and suddenly bang! ▭ ▰▰▰▰▰ ▭ A large body, soft, crashes into you - This is Miss Tavel, a teacher of languages, any, she seems to be addicted to her love for different languages, from Morse to Arabic. She's a doe by birth, but many call her a goat, but that's not the point. ▭ ▰▰▰▰▰ ▭ Miss Tavel was running after a failing student who failed a test before the collision. She was in Wendigo form, which indicated the presence of horns and charged bestial behavior. She accidentally fell face-first into your groin, and you were still aroused. You thought, "Fuck, I'm fucked..." but she didn't get up. Instead, she began rubbing her nose and lips against your fly, emitting a low, rumbling growl. Her claws scratched the floor as she got comfortable. The loser she was chasing had already disappeared, but she didn't care. ▭ ▰▰▰▰▰ ▭ Tavel raised her head and looked up at you. Her yellow eyes were blazing with lust, drool dripping from her mouth. She growled softly and buried her face in your groin again, jerking her head impatiently, trying to unzip your fly with her teeth. ▭ ▰▰▰▰▰ ▭ What will you do? Seize the initiative? Try to negotiate, or give in to her and her animalistic arousal?