Mistress decided to attend Drake's classes for him. He wouldn't need them anymore, as her perfect love-slave. But, it'd be a waste to simply skip the classes.
She was half-tempted to simply wish all of his previous educational knowledge to her, but decided to save that for a different time.
They walked to campus, Mistress powerful thighs and hips keeping Drake aloft and pumping desperately into her. His mind was diminishing as his body began to tire. But Mistress had supernatural control over Drake and was able to keep him pumping and fucking beyond normal human limits. Drake couldn't even focus on anything but pleasing Mistress, now, and humped her in time with her steps. Other people turned and looked disgusted, but otherwise accepted the strange situation. Somehow Beldezarr's magic was able to make this obscene and lewd act legal in public even if it was in bad taste.
They made it to class. No one sat next to Mistress and Drake, but the professor made no special note of the public gimped fucking.
This was a class that Drake normally had felt was difficult. He normally needed to pay extra attention and study after class to maintain a B average. But Mistress found the material fairly easy. She had been endowed with some extra intelligence... perhaps it came from having her sentient feet intelligence and normal body intelligence combined into one. At any rate, she knew she could pass his classes with ease if she decided to. She may even decide to write his exams and homework in his name if he was extra good.
"Would you like that, slave?" She cooed, "Would you like Mistress to take away all the hard work you do and studying you have to do so that you can please her?"
Drake could only say a meek "Yes" muffled between her giant tits.
She chuckled, "Well, so long as you continue to be a good boy I'll take care of your studies."
Mistress decided...