Dr. Torsyn Orgia is one of Eureka University's most beloved professors. It helps that he's an incubus and professor of the Carnal Arts and Sexual Techniques, running a popular sex lab on campus.
However, this year turns out to be more than he expected when Maritzka Barlow gets hired on as his assistant.
Does Torsyn have something more to learn when it comes to intimacy and expectations? Or is he more than assure he has it all figured out?
Note: I haven’t entirely decided if I’ll be writing the explicit parts of the sex lab yet or just allude to them. So if you’re hoping for lots of explicit sex scenes, that might not happen in this story. =P
Double Note: I’m in a weird headspace where I’m working on multiple projects at once. I’ll probably settle and focus on one or two, eventually.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (coming soon)
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"Thank you for humoring my request, Miss Barlow." The words came from one of Eureka University's favored professors, Dr. Torsyn Orgia, he/him. Professor of Carnal Studies and Sexual Technique.
He was a tall and broad incubus, with cherry-red skin and forever-white wavy hair cropped short. His black yak-esque horns protruded from his temples, rumored to be perfect handles for certain naughty acts. His black sclera-white iris eyes were made all the more prominent behind his glasses.
Age had softened the incubus a little around the middle and at the edges, though. Having seen past photos of him, provided by older co-workers at the library, Martiza Barlow knew he'd been more toned and buff at one point. Though, if she was being honest, she liked this Torsyn better. Perhaps, because she was simply familiar with him.
Besides, Martizka would be lying if she didn't admit to her heart fluttering whenever he was around.
"It was honestly not a problem. I was hoping to talk to you before the first class, just to solidify what I'll be doing here." She smiled, watching as the incubus leaned back against his desk, crossing his arms over his chest. The sleeves of his button-up were rolled up to his elbows, putting his forearms on display. Martiza did her best not to stare.
An amused smile split across Dr. Torsyn Orgia's lips, his pointy teeth on full display. Martiza wanted to melt right then and there.
He was well aware of the effect he had on the human. It was a bit obvious, given how quick she was to blush around him whenever they crossed paths. Then again, he had an effect on most, if not all, the humans he met.
But this wasn't about others. This was about her. Martizka Barlow, she/her. A curvaceous human woman in her mid-30s who had been working in the Eureka Campus Library for the last 5 years. She was a hard one to miss, with her hybrid of 'casual goth' and 'quirky-oddball' style, that essentially devolved into black clothing, a jacket or sweater, and a strange accessory or two. Her thick wavy hair was annually dyed a different color, as well. This year, she seemed to have chosen teal-green, which somehow made her dark brown eyes seem all the darker behind her glasses.
He inclined his head toward her, a teasing lilt entering his deep voice. "You are aware this position is for the sex lab, correct?"
"Yes," she answered and, despite herself, the pink at her cheeks deepened.
Dr. Orgia's dark eyebrows quirked upward, that amused smile twitching into a smirk. "And what do you think happens in a sex lab, with an incubus professor and mostly cubare students?"
"Sex, obviously." Martizka rolled her eyes, ignoring how her cheeks flushed deeper at his teasing tone. Regardless of her embarrassment, she retained her smile. "But during demonstrations, am I paired only with you? Or will there be swapping? In the past, I thought some grad students also did lab assistant work and I thought they worked with the students, mostly."
For as long as she worked at the campus library, there were always new rumors about who met - and started dating - while in Dr. Orgia's Infamous Sex Lab. It was often grad students schmoozing with the undergrads. Though Torsyn was the most sought after "prize" every semester, if Martizka was a judge of gossip.
"It depends on the subject matter and how many assistants we have on hand that day." Torsyn shrugged his massive shoulders. His smirk had faded a little, though a faint good-natured smile remained curled at the corners of his lps. "When we hit threesomes, foursomes, and orgies, there may be sharing. Are you a jealous one?"
"Not at all, sir," Martizka laughed, shaking her head. "I just want to know what to expect."
Torsyn was finding that a little hard to believe. Most people who applied for the position of his lab assistant wanted to make sure they were his. "Really."
"Well, admittedly, having sex with college students is a bit weird to me." Her nose wrinkled, though she smiled in an awkward fashion. Besides working with the infamous incubus, Martizka had agonized over how she felt about sex with the students. With cubare who may pursue jobs in sex work, or any other race that might interact frequently with the cubare, such a class made sense.
At that, Torsyn let loose a belly-deep laugh, briefly leaning forward as if to hide his mirth. "Don't like them younger?"
"Not particularly. I prefer older partners." She shrugged, attempting to ignore how his pleasant laughter had vibrated through her. And the implication in her own words, in front of the obviously older Dr. Orgia. Though, her blush never let up. In fact, it was making the tips of her ears tingle hotly. "But this is for education, not a relationship, so it'll probably be fine."
That easy smile never let up, though his tone did soften with understanding. "There's no shame in stepping down, if you have more emotional ties to sex than you realized when applying."
"I'd like to try before quitting."For some reason, his words made Martikza's spine straighten. As if he was pitying her or offering her an easy way out, though she knew his particular area of study was wrought with confusion between sexual wants and emotional needs.
"Alright." Torsyn decided to briefly relent on the point, instead focusing back on the questioning at hand. "Well, how learned are you when it comes to the carnal arts?"
"I'm sure you saw my résumé, Dr. Orgia," Martiza replied, inclining her head toward him and raising her eyebrows. Though she had applied for a highly sexual position, the thought of talking with her co-worker about her actual experience made her insides squirm a little. His unfazed smile remained in place, as if her point was lost on him. With a sigh, she relented, "I have personal experience with some kinks - specifically light bondage, impact play, and knife play - but I'm also trying many new things out for the first time. I'm more than happy to study up on what I don't have experience with."
When she finished, her eyes finally met Dr. Orgia's again. Logically, him knowing her experience level made sense. He could tailor his approach to her comfort or point her in the direction of references, so she could get to know the topic they'd be covering. Knowing this, it didn't make her flush recede any. His smirk wasn't exactly helping the squirms at her center, either.
"Your inexperience will be good." He'd seen people like Miss Barlow in the past, many-a-time. People who wanted to push their boundaries, wanted to explore their sexuality and kinks. Sometimes, they were good lab assistants. Other times, they stepped down when they realized it wasn't for them. It added another helpful layer to the lessons, at the very least. "It'll show the cubare students how to adequately explain their abilities to non-cubare clients and personal partners. Always ask any questions you have."
"I will." At his words, relief fluttered through her. She worried he'd find her lack of experience disheartening or, even worse, a reason to release her as a lab assistant. Though she certainly found Dr. Orgia attractive, she mostly wanted the experience the lab offered. Still, with the relaxing of her shoulders, she managed a mild flirtation. "Otherwise, I'll leave myself in your capable hands."
Playfully, Dr. Orgia raised his hand to his chin, looking Martizka up and down in mock-assessment. He took his time, letting his gaze linger at obvious points of interest. "Yes, you will certainly be a couple handfuls."
Her lips twisted into a wry smile, an eyebrow raising. "Was that a joke about my tits or my ass, sir?"
"It would be criminal to make me pick, Miss Barlow." Torsyn pushed himself from the desk, closing the distance between himself and his new assistant. He noticed her shoulders raise a little as he neared. "Are you nervous?"
"A little." She couldn't bring herself to look at him directly. With Torsyn standing before her, their size difference was flagrant. And that sent a not-entirely-unexpected thrill through her. Likely, he was enjoying himself too, knowing his incubus abilities allowed him to sense he was riling her up. "You're kind of a big deal on campus."
"I'm well-aware." Another chuckle came from him, this time with a little wry smile of his own. Admiration and interest was pretty much a workplace hazard that Torsyn accepted a long time ago, regardless where he worked. "And you used to work in the library, if memory recalls. I'm sure you've heard plenty about me there."
"I still work there." From the corner of her eye, she watched Dr. Orgia skirt around her, her heart pounding as she wondered what his game was now. It wasn't that Martizka was concerned he'd do anything terrible. But she was curious. Her mouth continued to explain as her senses stood alert. "Since I'm still essentially working through the university, the library is being flexible with my hours."
"Ah," Torsyn hummed, noncommittally. Martizka jumped as he gathered her teal-green curls back, behind her neck, and gently flicked at one of her dangly skeleton earrings. He took great pains to not touch her directly, even with a brush of his fingertips. "Nice earrings, but you should remove them before the lab."
"I was planning to." She wasn't exactly sure what Dr. Orgia was doing. He stood close enough for her to feel his body heat, though being one of the Infernal variety he ran hotter than most. But it wasn't close enough for their bodies to graze.
Torsyn nodded, stooping low enough so his lips were ear-level to Martizka. Though, once again, he took care to not directly touch her skin. "Good girl."
At first, his hot breath played over her ear, making Maritkza shiver. But when his words registered, she gave a huff of a laugh.
"What?" He asked, watching her back carefully. Getting a grasp on what kind of person Miss Barlow was proved a little more difficult than he had anticipated. Perhaps he was just getting too old to read people successfully any more. Or perhaps she wasn't entirely interested in this position to get to him.
"You might be older than me," Maritzka started, finally daring to look over her shoulder at him. Given how close he loomed over her, she took care to not bash her face into his, which still remained at her ear-level. Heat licked down her back, getting visual confirmation on how close he was - near enough to kiss or touch - to her. Inadvertently, a breathiness entered her tone, "But I'm definitely not a girl."
Torsyn stared at her for a quiet beat. With as much as she was blushing, he had been certain she'd be rather submissive. But she hadn't made any attempts to lean into his almost-touches nor had she turned fully toward him. She only deigned to look over her shoulder at him, her voice dipping seductively.
"Oooh, you're one of those sorts," he chuckled, once he managed to suss out the vibrations in the air. Vibrations that only cubare could really feel.
"I'm one of what sorts?" A tinge of delighted incredulity lit up in Maritzka's voice.
A wide toothy smile split across Torsyn's lips again, making Maritzka's insides clench hotly. However, this time there was a hint of challenge in his tone. "A brat."
That made Martizka fully turn, her hair splaying out and grazing Dr. Orgia as she did so.
Her wide eyes - caught between shock and mild agitation - shot to his face, watching with burning cheeks as his smirk broadened. "Excuse me?"
Of course, she knew what a brat was in the kink world. But the way he said it, with such a shit-eating grin, razed something along her spine. It wasn't necessarily a bad feeling.
"You're testing the limits of what's acceptable." Torsyn took a half-step back, standing at his full height once more and giving a careless shrug.
"Oh, am I now?" Martizka narrowed her eyes, her hand landing on her hip, but she was too entertained to be or sound angry. He seemed to think he had her down pat. She would have said she was simply getting her footing on unfamiliar ground with someone she didn't know quite as well as she'd like. Testing and exploring the terrain, as it were.
"Yes." One word, matter-of-fact and confident.
A small part of her wondered if, down the line somewhere, she'd prove his assessment wrong. Instead of prodding his method of determining her brat levels, Martizka tried to focus them back onto their job, "What's the first lesson going to entail, Dr. Orgia?"
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