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Show me your panties.
The sentence seemed to hover in the air of the professor's office as if given a magical presence of its own. It almost felt as though the various magical devices filling the room had amplified it and somehow played it back for the two occupants. There were, in fact, devices upon the walls that could do precisely that, could mimic Muggle video cameras in ways that Muggles could only dream of accomplishing. One or two of those always buzzed with faint magical energies, and their owner certainly wanted his office monitored. Not that he didn't trust the English students of Hogwarts, but because he simply couldn't allow anything within the room to be taken. There were too many of his personal projects, too many devices that he hadn't patented with the various Ministries. One lost item could lead to thousands of galleons in lost revenue.
That had not been why Professor Aali Samara had opted to take up a temporary position as the Professor of Arcane Technologies at Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardy. The swarthy professor had been intrigued by the Headmaster's efforts and he found the whole idea most intriguing. Always one to expand his horizons, not to mention move out from the more oppressive government of his homeland, Aali had agreed.
He'd arrived to find that the school had its own.. eccentricities. The House points system could be quite readily abused, and various professors had been doing so for some time. Within just a few weeks of his arrival Aali had found himself discussing details with Professor Snape over a bottle of shared wine. the pale professor might have been physically repulsive to the well-kept Arab, but his personality intrigued the inventor, as did his teasing comments regarding what you could make Hogwarts girls do with the system. Aali hadn't quite found a girl intriguing enough to attempt what Snape had suggested.
That had been until Miss Hermione Granger. The fetching teenager had caught Aali's attention, more for her quick mind and ready insistence than her initial appearance. The professor who could always see beneath a surface to a true potential could most certainly see a beauty hiding beneath hair often left to wild brown tangles and the billowy robes that the students favored here. She had been most intriguing indeed, and Aali would be lying if he didn't admit to picturing her at least once while "testing" some of his machines upon himself.
Not that he really needed to tend to his own wants and desires. Should he want, Aali could simply stroll to Hogsmeade and bed several willing women. The man's sharp appearance made him more exotic than outright handsome. His quick eyes bore a sly intelligence, and his well groomed curled black hair did have its own striking appeal. He'd also dedicated at least a portion of his studies to what some called the Carnal Arts: magicks dedicated solely to sexual practice. They worked quite well with some of his more... daring machines. The professor had also learned several Muggle techniques, many involving tongues and positions. He'd located the fabled g-spot before and knew how to stimulate women quite well.
And now this man had Hermione Granger standing before him in his office. She'd come in insisting that Snape had been cheating the system and practically begging for Professor Samara to help her. Let her do something,anythingfor extra house points. Aali had hesitated, toying with the idea of putting that brilliant mind to work. Then Hermione had stammered something about even considering the more carnal favors she'd heard being offered.
The words had been out before Aali could think otherwise.
"Show me your panties."
And now the professor waited, fingers steepled, dark eyes boring into Hermione's own, waiting to see if she were truly as willing to do what it took to gain her house's glory or not.
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It was impossible to deny that this year at Hogwarts had been significantly stranger than all of the rest. It wasn't as though any of Hermione's years at Hogwarts had been normal, exactlyVoldemort had been a constant presence, and even beyond that, it was a magical school for witches and wizardsbut still, this year somehow managed to set itself apart from the rest, the most troubling fact being that Gryffindor had fallen significantly behind. Each day, Slytherin's lead had increased until Slytherin was no less than four hundred points behind Gryffindor, which sat firmly in last place. The ten or fifteen points Hermione earned every day with correct answers to questions had barely made a dent.
Something was evidently rotten within the state of Hogwarts, and Hermione, a problem-solver, had decided that her task for this year would be to right that wrong. Voldemort was gone. In the interest of empowering non-human beings, rather than speaking over them, Hermione had handed the ownership of S.P.E.W. off to a capable house-elf by the name of Whimsy. In other words, Hermione needed a projectand it didn't take her long to decide that sussing out the origin of the corruption obviously evident within the house points system was a task worthy of her attention.
It would be naive to assume that Hogwarts would remain the same after Voldemort's vanquishing. While Defense Against the Dark Arts, among other courses, had remained, the curriculum had been restructured. New classes were offered, and new professors were hired, after being thoroughly vetted for any possible ties to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Hermione at first focused her investigation on Hogwarts' newer inhabitants, although it rapidly became clear that the corruption had spread to professors old and new. Something was causing these professors to dole out extra pointsand whatever this something was, it was something that was particularly within a Slytherin's inclinations, as they were quite obviously within the lead.
It had seemed like just a rumor, at first. Slytherin girls trading certain kinds of...favors for house points. Hermione normally ignored that sort of chatter within the Gryffindor common room, finding it vulgar and uninteresting, but this time she had listened, and frighteningly enough, it madesense. The Slytherin girls were offering up their bodies in exchange for a leg up in the House rankings, and the professors, quite obviously, were accepting. She had been shocked, at first, bent on exposing this scandal for what it was, on sending off an owl to the Daily Prophet immediately. But something had given her pause.
The Gryffindor girls hadn't considered degrading themselves in such a way, not like the Slytherins, and that was for good reason. But...surely, loving one's House meant doing what wasn't necessarily the right thing once in a while. If the Daily Prophet caught wind of the scandal, the House Points system would likely be done away with altogether, which meant that Gryffindor wouldn't lose...and, more importantly, Gryffindor wouldn'twin. Ever again.
It took a few days for Hermione to become amicable to the sort of martyrdom that the Slytherin girls had so readily displayedbecause for Hermione, she'd decided, it would be a sort of martyrdom, a willingness to sacrifice oneself for the greater cause. That was the best way to think of it, anyway. It had taken her a few more days to select her target. Not one of her old professors, certainly, this whole exercise was embarrassing enough. Instead, she'd chosen one of the new ones: one Professor Samara, whose specialty lay in Arcane Technologies. He seemed intelligent, and Hermione hoped against hope that he would offer her the means to earn some extra points by grading papers for him, or something similar. Surely every professor wasn't as corrupt as Snape was.
This was what found Hermione storming into Professor Samara's office, when Slytherin's lead had increased by another hundred points within the space of an hour, and Hermione just couldn't stand it any longer.
"I trust you've read my letters. I'm sure you find my concerns veryconcerning" She cut herself off frustratedly. "Slytherin hasn't had this much of a lead in at least twenty years, according to Hogwarts: A History. Something is very wrong, and I don't want to point fingers, butI suspect that Professor Sn...er, someone, has been unfairly awarding points. It's the Slytherin girls, they're practically selling themselves for House points, and I was wondering...perhaps there was something I could do to remedy things. Papers you need grading, or some sort of tutoring, or..." Hermione flushed. "O-or I might considerthatsort of thing, maybe, but I would prefer to"
At first, Hermione thought that she'd misheard him. "E-excuse me?" Surely he hadn't told her to show him her panties, had he? She knew she ought to slap him and storm out of the room, to report him to the Daily Prophet for even asking such a thing, but...Hermione had offered. She had been the initiator. And...she'd promised herself that she would consider it. What good was a loyal student of the Gryffindor house if she wouldn't do anything for it?
Hermione took a deep breath, sliding her hands down the front of her skirt, and hesitating, her fingertips grazing the top of her thigh-high stockings. "R-right here, you mean?" she asked, realizing that she was stalling. All that it was was showing him. Was that such a terrible thing? Just that, and she would get her house points. She took another deep breath, and grasped the hem of her skirt, her eyes cast to the side as she slid it up, revealing snow-white panties, with a small pink bow neat at the top.
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Merlin's Beard, but Hermione Granger could definitely be equal parts admirable and frustrating. Listening to her talk about the letters, which of course Aali had read, had been enough. Then she managed to properly recite nearly chapter and verse from that obscure book of hers. The girl at least managed to rationalize her way around the decision, clearly coming to the same conclusion that the professor before her had. Not that Aali expected otherwise: Miss Granger was a highly intelligent young lady, after all.
He met her initial response with silence. his expression didn't even waver as he looked up her, meeting her eyes. They both knew she'd heard him. They both knew that if she really wanted to enter this game, to get Gryffindor back into some position of respectability regarding these foolish points, then she'd have to bend slightly. Naturally Aali didn't intend to simply end with chaste looks at a girl's underthings. But one didn't put the cart before the horse, particularly when one dealt with someone as intelligent as Miss Granger. Far better to start simply, with something that she could easily rationalize away.
More silence. Aali's eyes fell as her fingertips played with the skirt. He certainly appreciated her stockings, the uniform, the whole display almost like some fetishized version of a schoolgirl. Aali had heard of a catalog that specialized in providing such things. He may order from it later. For now, he watched as she grabbed the hem. Watched as she raised. Watched as white thighs became revealed. Then an edge.
Then a pair of panties so virginal they almost seemed ludicrous.
Again Aali said nothing for several long seconds. He simply stared. His eyes remained locked on the girl's bared underwear. He didn't waver. he didn't even seem to blink. Aali simply stared at the display before him, of a teenage girl willingly lifting her skirt for him to view. No, the only reaction to the display occurred under the desk, where he felt blood pumping into his most masculine of organs.
"Five points," he intoned as he noticed he fidget. He looked up, met her eyes, then nodded, silently signaling that she could, in fact, lower her skirt again. "Obviously I can't grant more for something as simple as that, but I think we can both agree it's a start." He raised his brows as he finished that. He'd made the initial suggestion, moved the initial piece. What would she follow up with?
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Hermione blushed under Aali's attentions, unsuccessfully fighting the urge to fidget uncomfortably as he stared. Did he have to look so closely at her? It really was humiliatinghere she was, standing in her professor's office, holding up her skirt so he could stare. It was for a good cause, she reminded herself. Gryffindor House was depending on her, even if she wasn't serving it in quite the way she'd envisioned. When Gryffindor House eventually came in the lead, she wouldn't be thinking about having to endure humiliation such as this; all she would be thinking about was winning. Accordingly, it was best to keep her thoughts on that now.
"Fivepoints?" she echoed incredulously, as she dropped the hem of her skirt. "Gryffindor is hundreds of points behind!" What use was five points? What on earth were the Slytherin girls doing to earn so many on a daily basis? They weren't all flashing their panties, apparently. Aali raised his brows, and with a start, Hermione realized that she was supposed to offer up something else. As though her thoughts were inclined to the same sorts of things that the Slytherin girls' were...and Professor Samara, as it turned out.
It was almost disappointing, that another one of her professors had revealed himself to be just as corrupt as Professor Snape apparently was, although Hermione was forced to admit to herself that he wasn't the only one to blame...she had approached him, after all. If there was any sort of recording equipment within his office...Hermione had to force herself to avoid considering the possibility. Luckily enough, the Wizarding world didn't seem to have the same interest in constant surveillance as the Muggle world did.
Hermione bit her lip, trying desperately to come up with the right answer. It would be amusing, if this wasn't so embarrassingHermione Granger, unable to come up with the correct answer to a pop quiz, although in her defense, this wasn't anything close to her subject. Hermione was a virgin; she had little experience in the sexual realm, apart from a single passionate kiss at the Yule Ball. "How much...how much for touching?" she ventured, bright red. "Juston the outside, I'll be remaining clothed. And that's it. That's all I'll be doing."
Even that was startling, coming from her. Had she really suggested such a thing? If only her classmates could see her nowHermione Granger, prim and proper, offering up those sorts of things without a second thought. Thankfully, none of this would be leaving this office.
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Five points: and Aali quirked a brow. What had she expected from a simple gesture that lasted mere seconds. Her correct answers in class earned her roughly the same and showed far more intelligence. Aali could likely get a girl to flash him her underthings simply by walking into the right place. Of course, said girl wouldn't be prim and proper Gryffindor Hermione Granger, but still.
Some small part of Aali did feel slightly guilty over working the girl. However, the man was a sexual creature, and this girl before him had so much potential. Already his all too active imagination could picture Miss Granger as the perfect assistant for his work. Where else would he find a female with unbridled passion, high energy, incredible intelligence, and sexual malleability? Aali had not gotten as far as he had without taking advantage of a situation.
Plus, his member had already swollen just with the littlest bit.
For touching. Outside. Aali again considered, tapping his fingers. "I'm presuming you mean on areas of sexual interest, as I could simply brush your fine hair or your cheek for nothing," he pointed out. He studied the girl a moment longer, clearly considering. "It would depend a good deal on the length of said touch and which areas you feel comfortable with my touching. But, just as an estimate, I believe I'd be willing to grant," he hesitated for a moment. He'd have to be careful here. Too low and she wouldn't do it. Too high and he'd have no room to grow. "Twenty points for your breasts," he said, pointing, "twenty five for your rear," another point, "and thirty five for between your legs. This would be a touch lasting at least a few seconds. Roughly half of each for a simple pass."
Aali paused then, and lowered his hands. "Unless you were possibly thinking of going further than just a few light touches? I'm quite willing to negotiate with you, Miss Granger, but be aware," he held up a finger, "I hold the cards. You are the student and the one in need of points. I'm putting quite a lot on the line even making such a deal with you, given my position. Why, I imagine that I could make things quite difficult if I were to let it slip that you had offered sexual favors to me in exchange for house points."
The man raised his brows and smiled slyly, as if the situation weren't entirely reversed. He knew which buttons to push with Miss Granger, however, and he intended to push them all.
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Hermione went pink, reaching up to cross her arms over her chest, as though by pointing at her, Aali were already touching her. As soon as he finished listing off points, Hermione knew that there were eighty at stake total, nearly enough to make up for how much Slytherin's margin had increased that day. Forty if she stuck with a simple pass, but...really, he was already touching her, how many seconds it took didn't seem to matter much. If she was going to agree to this, she might as well agree to the full amount. Hermione took a deep breath.
"Alright, then," she ventured, her heart pounding. "Eighty points. For all of that." It was almost amusingeven as she agreed to it, she wasn't quite able to say any of that out loud. Hermione spoke several languages passably, without magical interference, and she couldn't bring herself to say a few simple words within the English language. It would be amusing if she wasn't lowering herself to such levels for the sake of Gryffindor, anyway. Right now, she found it difficult to find any of this amusing in the slightest.
Particularly when it became clear that she'd certainly made the wrong choice about which professor to target. Hermione gasped as Aali hinted at letting her indiscretions slip.
"You wouldn't," she said quickly. "Youcouldn't, there's no proof, and...and it's not like the Slytherin girls aren't doing worse!" She could scarcely think of what this sort of rumor would do to her reputation. Hermione bit her lip, mulling the thought of doing more over. What did more entail? She could scarcely think about it. She had already subjected herself to this; what was the harm in venturing further? It depended, she supposed, on how much further Aali wanted to go. "I...I don't know," she said hesitantly. "This first. Then we can negotiate further."
She steeled herself, uncrossing her arms and stepping forward until she was within arm's reach of Aali, next to her desk. A little nervously, she glanced over her shoulder at the door. Was it locked? Probably not. "And be quick, please," she continued, before hesitating. She didn't want to cross him further. "Professor," she added, a tiny bit sullenly.
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Eighty, for all of that. Aali almost wondered if he'd misheard, particularly as the girl still looked as if she couldn't quite believe what was going on here. He studied her for several more seconds, trying to deduce if she were quite serious. His lower head certainly enjoyed the prospect. It had been some time since he'd felt soft young flesh, and his interest in Hermione had already been quite well established. His hardening member practically surged the moment she repeated the point value.
The quick assertion that he wouldn't had Aali quirking a brow. He might, but only if he thought he could get something out of it. The bite of her lip seemed to realize as much, and it was quite clear that she hadn't the faintest clue that there were several objects recording. Even if Aali hadn't those, he could at least modify his memory sufficiently enough to put into a pensieve as evidence.
It hardly mattered: the girl agreed. She lowered her arms. She approached. And again Aali waited, even as his manhood surged. She looked to the door. Did she want it locked? Or did the prospect of getting caught entice her? Aali heard the near command and again his brow went up. It went back down as she added.
he then rose. He walked, seemingly heading toward her, before moving passed. With a gesture, his wand appeared, and another muttered word locked the door. "I'm almost surprised you didn't do that first," he said, before turning back to Hermione. "Were you perhaps hoping to get caught, Miss Granger?" He came up behind her, considering her form. Where to touch first? Start up and work his way down? He paused a few feet from her, considering.
Then he closed the last few feet. He wrapped his arms around her for a moment, demonstrating their size difference. His fingers moved up her sides, pulling her body against him. No doubt she'd feel his throbbing erection pressed against her girlish ass, and that had, of course, been part of the point. He held her there for just long enough to make sure she realized that was part of the deal, then whispered. "Five points to stay still." His hands had already moved upward, coming around just to the underside of her breasts. The digits just pressed against her, coming along, teasing, fluttering over. Then a squeeze: just one, just a short, brief squeeze as if testing the freshness, for in many ways, that was precisely what Aali did.
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Hermione tensed, her heart skipping a beat, as Aali rose, approaching her...and then, passing her by. A little puzzled, Hermione glanced over her shoulder, only to breathe a sigh of relief as he spelled the door shut. That was one thing less to worry about. At least her concern was now exclusively designated for humiliating herself in front of her professor, as opposed to the concern that someone might walk in on the two of themand really, it would be quite difficult to explain her way out of this one.
Hermione flushed at the insinuation that she might have been hoping to be interruptedreally, she desired the absolute opposite! "I didn't want to act without your permission, Professor," she muttered, keeping close watch on him as he approached her again, resisting the urge to turn as he disappeared from sight behind her. "I certainly would rather not become a part of the rumors around the school. I do have a reputation to maintain."
A pause, then. The tension in the room was palpable. Hermione had just begun to worry when, all of a sudden, she felt his arms around her, reminding her of just how much bigger he was than she; although within the wizarding world, one's wand smarts counted nearly as much as one's physical strength, her professor certainly outclassed her in both categories. She was, effectively, powerless. No one even knew where she was, unless someone happened to have a Marauder's Map handy.
And then, his fingers sliding up her sides, almost teasingly, before she was pulled back against his body with a jolt. Hermione wasn't able to keep herself from gasping. Was that...surely it wasn't...was it thatbig? Hermione certainly didn't have much experience within that area, but really, it couldn't be anything else but his cock, hard and pressed up against her ass. Burning with shame, every instinct told Hermione to shove him away and leave in huff, but...a whispered offer of five extra points distracted her from them.
His hands had traveled further upward without Hermione realizing, and she jumped, startled, as they came to brush up against the underside of her breasts. It was a strange sensation, and Hermione fought the urge to squirm. It didn't feelbadexactly, although it did feel like...something. One squeeze, and that something turned into something...almost pleasurable. Distantly, she noted how big his hands were.
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The professor had to remind himself of the very thin line he walked now. the student quivering before him clearly didn't have any idea of what she had opened herself up to. Her protests were precisely what he'd figured: all concerns about her vaunted reputation and her desire to obey an authority figure. Aali wondered for a moment at that, considering. Perhaps this girl had something of the submissive in her, a desire for her wild tendency to be curbed in a sensual manner. Aali had certainly directed passionate women like this one before.
She jolted like a nervous cold. The professor let out a slight hiss. He was almost tempted to try using his lips, but that certainly struck him as against their agreement. Besides, he had no intentions of romancing the girl. No, he wholly intended to use her for his own sexual pleasures. She would just so happen to thoroughly enjoy herself along the way.
Another jump just as Aali drew his hands across her chest. Such fine breasts, and his hands eclipsed them, moving about. He lingered for a moment, not wanting to stretch things, but made certain to squeeze with some degree of force. His hands drew down across her, moving once more to her hips. They slid down, dancing over the small of her back. There they lingered yet again, teasing just above her for a moment. Yet again Aali refused to speak. Instead he lowered his hands a little lower. Soon both cupped her plump rear. He held still for a few seconds, his touch lingering up young teenage ass. The fingers just lingered. Then yet again he squeeze, once more feeling plump, girlish flesh.
The hands circled about for a moment then, rubbing her a little absently. Already the professor had such vivid images. He was sorely tempted to use his position to thrust her forward, bend her over his desk, take her as a man did a woman. However he knew better. Were he to do this right, he could have Hermione doing so much more. For now, he stroked the girl's rear, still through the fabric of her skirt, but his fingers most definitely seeking out. He glided along, testing, seeking any sensitive spots, wondering just how she would react, especially as his fingers ducked just a little bit low, just where her rear and thighs met.
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Hermione bit her lip as her professor's hands lingered on her chest. It was almost a good sort of feeling. The sensation had to be muted by the fabric, and Hermione very nearly caught herself wondering what it might like if she didn't have her uniform on, what those fingers might feel like on her nipples; she could already feel that they were stiff from his attentions, albeit not visible through her bra. It was, she told herself, obviously a little cold in Professor Samara's office, and that was that. There certainly was no other explanation.
Thankfully, Aali's hands began to slide back down again...although really, that wasn't something to be thankful for, not when she knew where they were headed. His movements were something between slow enough to be mesmerizing and slow enough to be torturous. Perhaps, she thought distractedly, it was both. They paused at the small of her back, almost teasinglyshe knew well enough where they were goingbefore continuing.
Eighty points, she reminded herself, and Aali's hands moved further down to cup her ass through her skirt. She was leaning against the desk a little, just so, for balance, and her grip on it tightened, her knuckles going white. No one had touched her like this, certainly, not even Viktor Krum. The hands squeezed, like they had with her breasts. His hands held her skirt pressed up against her body, and just barely, she could feel the tips of his fingertips graze the bare flesh of her thighs, the heat from his hands warming her up just a little. With his hands in the way, at least, his erection wasn't quite as prominent against her.
It was almost as though he was distracted. Surely it had been a few seconds, she thought, tipping her head back a little, resisting the urge to fidget. As though he were able to read her mind, his fingers started up their progress again, almost teasing at her flesh. Down, down, further down, andshe wasn't quite able to restrain a gasp as his fingers hit just where her ass and thighs met. That felt a little strange, almost pleasurable, like his hands on her breasts felt. It was strange, there was almost a sort of...tension building up inside her, little by little. She couldn't quite figure out what it was.
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Such tender young flesh, such delicate reactions. Aali could feel the heat from the girl just beneath his fingertips, warming at his touch. Clearly Hermione had not expected herself to react to this at all. No doubt the prim and proper Gryffindor figured that she would be above such petty things as sexual pleasures. Yet she leaned over a table, she tightened her grip, she showed all sorts of signs.
Aali let his fingers play at the area for a moment before coming around. He stepped forward, again pressing himself against her, then leaned slightly. The hands once more drew a slow course. They moved slowly, gliding forward ever so steadily. They drew along the girl's skirt, moved just so. Then they were hovering above her sex, just lingering. The wizard made little waving motions as if to fan Hermione's sex. Then he reached down. one finger extended, and it pressed against her. He held for a moment before drawing a line up the girl's crotch, pulling at her skirt. Then down. He did a little swirling motion before bringing his entire hand to bare, cupping against her sex, pulling her skirt upward.
The hand held for a moment, then the teasing fingers began massaging gently. The professor worked his skilled touch, while his other hand began coming around. It drew a path steadily along Hermione's thighs, coming up them steadily. As its twin pressed and rubbed against the girl's sex, this hand came along and teased just about the waistband of her skirt. It fluttered and teased, feeling out her body while its brethren worked more directly. Then it took began lowering, teasing along. His hands pulled against her, cupping her on either side, dragging against her sex.
"Miss Granger," Aali said, his voice as calm as ever, "I know our agreement stipulated only a passing touch, but I have a proposition," he leaned forward, his breath hot in her ear. "Allow me to touch you as long as I like. Just here," he cupped her firmly on the sex. "Still through clothing: you won't have to remove or do a thing but grant permission. Do this, and I will give Gryffindor another forty points."
A bit high, but given what Aali intended to do, he expected the payment would be well worth it.
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Aali's hands lingered a few seconds more, before his hands slid around her body, and with a start, Hermione was drawn from her thoughts as she felt Aali's bodyand, more immediately, his cockpressed up against her from behind, the jut of his erection even serving to push her skirt up ever so slightly. Really, she'd meant to refer to his hands when she brought up the question of his touching her, but...well, she couldn't exactly stop things right now, with so many points at stake. Eighty; ninety, with the five for showing him her panties, and the five for staying still.
Her attention was easily drawn from his body pressed up against her as his hands came to draw along her skirt. Her heart pounded as she picked up on just where they were headed, sliding steadily towards her sex, and then...they stopped, just like that. Hermione was at first a little perplexed. Another few seconds, and then, she felt one of his fingers slide down. Even through her skirt, she could feel it pressed against her sex, and she gasped, startled. No one had ever touched her there, certainly, not even indirectly. It only held there for a moment before drawing her skirt up to expose her panties. Hermione was struck by howwarmshe washadn't the office felt cold, just a few moments ago? The heat, it would seem, centered from Aali's point of focus, and she shivered slightly as he dropped her skirt and repeated the motion, the slight rush of air that accompanied it strange. And then, his hand cupped her sex entirely, and she pressed her thighs together out of pure instinct.
And the feeling she'd experienced before kept building, and building. She felt like a bow-string, wound too taut. His teasing fingers began to massage her sex just so, and even through her panties, Hermione couldn't help but steady herself against the desk, realizing that she was slightly unsteadier than she had been earlier. One hand came up to press against her abdomen, at the waistband of her skirt, and the other continued its work at her sex, a maddening sort of sensationand the bowstring was more taut than before. Both hands cupped her sex, then, drawing another gasp from her. Much to her embarrassment, she noticed that there was a slightly slick feeling between her legs, at her sex. She hoped, desperately, that it hadn't soaked through her panties.
His voice was hard to focus on, but somehow she managed, tipping her head back a little. "F...forty points?" she echoed breathlessly. One hundred and thirty total. Enough toalmosttake away the margin that Slytherin had increased that day, which had been one hundred and forty-five. Would it be such a terrible thing to allow him to continue further? She nodded, before realizing that she needed to speak. "Fine," she said. "O-only through the clothes. Like I said."
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Thighs moving, heat developing. Aali could almost feel the tension rising within the young woman, knew that he fanned it with each subtle movement of his hands. And oh, for now he kept it ever so subtle, teasing without making it overtly obvious. Teenagers knew of fingering, to be sure, but unless Hermione had been doing quite a bit of extracurricular reading, there was little chance she knew what he was doing to her now. The professor didn't think her likely to miss on her own arousal, to be sure, but she probably dismissed it.
And, as he'd hoped, his offer had simply been too much. He'd had to move his head to dodge hers during her expression of shock, but it was almost worth it to hear her gasp breathlessly. Aali had to smile as well: yes, forty for now. The poor thing nodded, which the professor barely caught, but he certainly caught the next. "of course," he said simply.
Then his hands dove between her legs. They began rubbing in earnest, moving along, massaging her thighs. The digits feathered then, working along, nearly massaging her. He worked, bunching skirt and practically using it against her. He'd drag the fabric along the sensitive portions of her inner body, pulling it just up before releasing and moving along. The hands worked in tandem, providing symmetrical stimulation to each side of Hermione's body. They pulled all the way up, finding the girl's sex. Then one began working along that, its fingers again moving, massage.
The other worked back up, teased along the waistband of her skirt again, as if tantalizing her with the prospect of denying her own prudeness and loosening the garment. It trailed and moved as the one between her began pulling. He ground the heel of his hand in a seeking moving, before alternating to his fingers. They drew along her sex, looking, feeling, even against the layers of fabric. When he at last found what he sought; a little nub of flesh, Professor Samara smiled.
he shifted his hand to her hip, bracing her slightly, although he expected, expected and hoped, that she would jerk her ass back and began writhing. Enough of that could give him a slight orgasm, and his surging cock would certainly appreciate it. But that was not his end game, oh no. instead he moved his heel again to press against her, only now he began grinding in earnest against that little nub between her legs, providing pressure enough to nearly lift the girl off the floor, likely at least forcing her onto her toes for a few moments.
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Aali didn't pause for long. As soon as the 'of course' left his lips, his hands were between her legs again, massaging her thighs, just barely grazing her sex. He took his skirt between his fingers, the soft material rubbing against her inner thighs. Hermione almost thought she'd been given a reprieve from his focus on what was between her legs when a finger began working along her sex again, the other hand sliding up to her waistband. He could almost certainly feel how wet she was now, Hermione thought hazily, thighs quivering just slightly as she went weak at the knees. There was no denying the way that this was making her feel.
His other hand played with the waistband of her skirt, as though he were going to unfasten the button and slide it down over her hipsand perhaps take her panties along with it. Hermione could scarcely imagine such a thing, and she blushed at the thought, although her thoughts were soon interrupted as the hand trailed down again, where the other hand was working at her sex. It trailed down further, and
"Oh!" Hermione gasped, startled, as she felt a jolt of sensation, an abrupt spike in the pleasure she was feeling. She whimpered, arching back almost instinctively against her professor's clothed erection, her breath hitching at the sensation of it pressing against her. Combined with his hand grinding against her and his cock pressing against her, even through layers of clothing, Hermione could scarcely think, barely able to bite back a moan as she imagined her professor pulling aside her panties, bending her over the desk, sliding his cock
The sensation built, and built, and built. Hermione was pushed up onto her toes, her mouth open as she panted, caught between wanting to push back against Aali's cock and to grind down onto the heel of his palm. She didn't have time to decide. With a moan, she was coming, her panties effectively soaked, the strange building of the sensation she'd been feeling abruptly hitting its climax, quite literally, as she ground against Aali's hand.
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The girl squirmed, as Aali had hoped. he smiled at the sensations she wrought with her sensual movements. Perhaps she knew what she did, perhaps she simply didn't care, or perhaps Hermione found herself too wrapped up in what her talented professor worked upon her nubile body to stop and think overmuch. Aali hoped for that latter, but he still held faith in Hermione's sharp mind. Doubtless she realized, even as the little gasp left those lips of hers, what was happening.
A push, an arch, and soon Aali had his wish: her pert ass against his cock. He nearly groaned himself at the sensation, his hips moving subtly. One day, one day he would simply yank down her panties, or move them to the side, and slide his member into her wet sex. This girl would lose her innocence to him; he'd already decided. She would lose it for points. The thought made him smile even as he ground his heel into her clit.
The girl rose to her toes. She pressed against Aali's cock. He ground more fiercely, arching over, nearly pressing her between him and the desk. The moment came, a moan, a tremor, and the sensation rocked against Aali. he could feel his own cock pumping for a moment, not quite fully cumming, just a little, as if the whole sensation simply made him too full to resist. His hands kept moving, grinding, teasing, enhancing the young girl's orgasm to its greatest potential. He'd work and tease and taunt and let her know that this, this was simply what he could do with his fingers over two layers of clothing.
Then it ended. Aali didn't move, not immediately. Then his hand reached down. One pulled at the skirt, the other went to cup her sex. He drew his fingers just across her panties, feeling the evidence. As usual, he said nothing, simply felt. This lasted only a few moments before Aali lowered the skirt. His want flicked toward the door, and he moved to take his seat.
"I believe our business has ended for now," he said to the girl as he settled in, fighting his own still throbbing erection. "One hundred and thirty total points for Gryffindor," he smiled at her, "You should be quite proud. I'm almost tempted to take away the five you were to get for holding still, but, well," he gestured toward the likely still dazed girl, "I'm feeling generous."
Then an expectant look, casual. The professor acted as though he hadn't just ground his student to an orgasm in the middle of his office for House Points, but as if this were normal business, just as if they'd spent the time discussing her grades.
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Hermione's orgasm peaked and hit her in subsiding waves, again and again until finally Hermione slumped forward a little, leaning heavily on the desk. It took her a second to realize what had happened. Truthfully, Hermione had always had better things to focus on than...self-exploration, and she'd never been much interested in engaging in enough of it to make herself climax. Perhaps in relation to Viktor Krum, but all he had been interested in was kissing, and in the weeks following, she'd heard enough rumors about what Krum got up to in the locker rooms with his teammates that that wasn't surprising.
As things were, right then, Hermione was perfectly aware of the fact that she had just been brought to climax by her professor's fingers,overher clothes, even. She could feel him against her back, pressing her down towards his desk, his cock hard against her. Hermione didn't want to say anything as she caught her breath; she was too embarrassed, truthfully, to have been manipulated to such a shameful display.
Aali released her, thenonly to draw her skirt up, the other hand reaching down to cup her sex, blatantly drawing his fingers across her soaked panties. Hermione burned with shame, well aware of how obvious she had beenwas there any sense in denying the pleasure she had taken in what she had done for the points that she had earned, when there was something tangible to prove it, right there? She would be reminded of it herself the whole walk of shame back to the dormitory, certainly.
Finally, Aali moved to take a seat, and Hermione reached to smooth her skirt down with shaking hands as she stepped in front of his desk again. She wasn't quite able to look him in the eye, either, at least until her gaze accidentally fell on his hands. Just as quickly, she trained her gaze to his face, flushing. All of that, and just with his fingers? Hermione could barely trust herself to walk.
One hundred and thirty total points for Gryffindor.At least there was that. She had done this for a good cause, she reminded herself; there was no shame in that. Little by little, Gryffindor would overtake Slytherin's lead. That wasn't nearly enough for Gryffindor to move into third place, overtaking Ravenclaw, but...still. Nonetheless, it had been a start, and that was what was important.
"Th...thank you, professor," Hermione said breathlessly, too preoccupied to give him any lip. Thefor now, however, hadn't escaped her notice. "I, er, well...I suppose I ought to head back to the Gryffindor dormitory, but" She hesitated. The best thing to do, certainly, would be to walk away and pretend that this had never happened. No one would ever know. "For now...do you mean to imply that you forsee our, er, business continuing?"
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The professor took some delight in watching Miss Granger squirm and flush. The girl clearly had enjoyed herself, and just as Aali had expected, she clearly noted that he'd done what he'd done with just fingers over clothing. The door to carnality had been creaked open and left standing, begging for Hermione to do more than peek inside.
The thanks got a nod, and Aali turned back to his work. He was even ready to wave her off when she mentioned heading back to the dormitory. He supposed she'd want to change, possibly even wonder over how she'd managed that as it were. The ending question had him looking up. "Well, I was more or less thinking toward the fact that you're still a student in my class, Miss Granger," he said, lying almost too easily. It was most definitely true that they would still have that relationship of course. They were teacher and student after all, it was to be expected.
"But if you would wish to earn more points for your House, I would of course be willing to oblige you. The favors would most likely be of the same sort of nature as you just experienced," Aali gestured toward the girl, quite purposefully directing attention to her damp crotch. "For I'm most certainly willing to reward you for continued exploration in this particular area, as well as being willing to be your guide. I cannot promise that you'll be earning over one hundred points as session, even if you prove to be quite willing. You will be earning points to regain Gryffindor's lead, however, and, well," Aali looked up at her, brows again raised, "I think we both know that you enjoyed that."
He flashed another smile and turned back to his work. "As I said: Our work for now is finished. If you would like to continue your work in these studies with me, you simply need show up at my office tomorrow morning. Or at any time you might be able to find me, I suppose," he looked up, "I simply figure that you'll want to be quite eager, see if you can get the most points for the day. For now," he looked back, "it's best if you sleep on it," and the professor went to work, again acting as dismissive as if they'd discussed a paper, instead of a continued chain of sexual favors.
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It was strange. Professor Samara returned to his work so easily, as though he had been addressing what might be worth studying for the next test, and Hermione felt a twinge of irritation. He had been as affected as what had occurred as Hermione had been, certainly. Hermione hadfeltit. There was no use in pretending that he hadn't been, as it had been quite...obvious.
Her question, at least, earned a glance up from his work, although his focus quickly returned as he spoke. Apparently Hermione would have a chance to continue in her service for Gryffindor House. Hermione wasn't quite sure what she had been hoping for; if Aali had intended for this to be a one-time occurrence, she wouldn't have a chance to earn any more points...but it also meant that she wouldn't have to make the choice to return.
She reddened again as Aali gestured towards her crotch, reaching to smooth her skirt down instinctively. She would certainly have to change once she was back in her room. It was slightly disappointing to hear that her earnings in points weren't promised to match her progress today, but...it was a start, and the Slytherin girls were doing worse, surely. Hermione hadn't even taken her clothes off, regardless of what had occurred. She opened her mouth, to hotly assert that she hadn't enjoyed what they'd done, to insist that she'd done it for the good of her house and nothing else, but...while the latter was true, the former, she was forced to admit, wasn't, according to the physical evidence, and she closed her mouth.
"I...well, I understand, sir," Hermione said, feeling another prickle of irritation at how dismissively he turned his attention back to his work. As though he was so certain that she would return. "Goodnight, then," she said, her words a little more clipped than they ought to have been, before she turned and left his office, shutting the door behind her with a tiny bit of force. If he was so eager to go about his business, so was she. Perhaps she would think of a different way to earn her points. There was no reason for Professor Samara to be so certain.
That evening, she tossed and turned, hardly able to sleep without thinking about what had occurred in his office. The right thing to do, she knew, was to report the corruption so obviously evident at Hogwarts. The points system would be done away with, and she would be able to continue on at Hogwarts as she had been doing so previously. But...she thought, as she rolled over onto her back, sliding a hand down and slipping her fingers just slightly under the waistband of her shorts, just as Aali had done...like Professor Samara had said, in this case, Hermione had approached him. She was to blame. Frustrated, she pulled her hand back, curling up on her side and closing her eyes. She would find a different way to earn points. Shehadto. Professor Samara certainly wouldn't find her in his office, come morning.
After what had turned out to be a largely sleepless night, it was a bright and sunny morning, and Hermione stood outside of Aali's door, working up the courage to knock. Before she could stop herself, she did so quickly, glancing behind her to make sure that the hallway was empty. "Professor?" she called nervously. "May I come in?"
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Understood, and with some of that fire within her. Good, Aali didn't want that to be removed, it would make her less interesting of a subject. For what he had planned would require a good deal of internal fire to endure, and he wanted to further test Miss Granger's will. He kept working even after she left; he did have projects of his own that needed tending. For one of his latest inventions, however, he made a few slight adjustments to the calculations, factoring in the height and weight of a certain teenage girl, smiling as he finished the work.
Then it was glass of wine and replaying the various devices. None had caught the action from a truly satisfying angle, and after a few minutes of toying, Aali had to give things up. He felt more disgruntled than he had before, cursing himself for not pushing things a little further. The girl likely could have gone. And what would she say if he had bent her over the desk? Particularly after she'd been practically trembling from his workings, grinding against his crotch.
Yet his mind told him otherwise, again reminded him of potential. The professor was quite confident that Miss Granger would return. The desire to earn more House points, and quickly, would push a good deal of it. Curiosity would push further. But already Aali was fairly certain that the girl would crave the sexual pleasures.
He'd readied his office a bit more the next morning. His devices were set at better angles, all quite purposefully aligned to record anyone who stood within the room. The man had also gathered up a handful of his more lewd experiments, and also slid a small pack of large condoms into a desk drawer. The magical ones were quite good, essentially becoming a second skin that went unnoticed until the moment of climax, when they ballooned with the released seed. Already the professor had a quite lewd image of Miss Granger slurping one such condom down.
But for later. For now, he looked up as he heard the nervous call. "Ah, Miss Granger, I was hoping to see you," he said, figuring a little honesty and perhaps some flattery would help. "If you've come for what I think, then you should probably lock the door behind you and get to it. If not, well, I'm sure I could deal with any questions you may have."
And the man put on his friendliest, teacher smile, all eager for his best student.
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Hermione opened the door, shutting it quickly behind her. What if someone saw her? She supposed that it would be easy to explain it awayit wasn't as though the idea of Hermione Granger visiting a professor to discuss her grades was out of character. Still, the thought of anyone finding out what, exactly, had occurred yesterday in Professor Samara's office...Hermione Granger, with ateacher...the thought was unpleasant, to say the least. Although, admittedly, possibly too strange to be believed, which was a little bit of a relief.
Again, Aali was nonchalant. Hermione had been tossing and turning all last night...and Professor Samara didn't seem to have any qualms in the slightest, regardless of how much troublehewould get in if anyone was alerted. It was as though he already knew that she wouldn't tell anyone. Even as he invited her into her office, he got right to itthere was no easing into the issue. Instead, Aali addressed it promptly and matter-of-factly. Reluctantly, Hermione reached behind her to lock the door.
"I'm here for the reason you think, Slytherin somehow managed to earntwo hundredpoints overnight," she muttered with a scowl. How on earth was that possible? Was she the only one who noticed the injustice that was so obviously occurring? "Gryffindor's success is very important to me, and so I'll do what I must." That was why she was doing this. If she took pleasure in it as she had the previous evening...that was beside the point.
She hesitated, toying with the hem of her skirt without thinking much about it. "I, er...would the same thing as yesterday be acceptable? For the same number of points?" He hadn't implied as such, but nonetheless, Hermione could hope. It was best to be through with this as quickly and painlessly as possible, and she'd been able to remain clothed during their previous session, which counted as something.
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Precisely the reason he'd thought. Aali smiled at this, half tempted to try and drag it further out of her. Then Hermione explained that somehow Slytherin had gotten quite a few points overnight. This definitely explained why Snape looked particularly pleased with himself that morning, and Aali did wonder if he should ask what had been done to garner such a rather high point reward.
It worked in Aali's favor, however, as Hermione continued, once more insisting that this was for Gryffindor. Those hands went to her skirt, played with the fabric, and made the offer. Aali had started to nod at her initial question, only to pause at the second. "What you did yesterday is quite acceptable, should you want," he offered, gesturing toward her. He wouldn't mind at all feeling the girl up to another orgasm and granting the House points, but: "I'm afraid that it doesn't really make sense to reward you the same number of points for the same deed repeated, now does it? The whole idea of my rewarding you is for growth and benefit. It hardly does either if we remain stuck in the same position.
"I'll still give you points, of course," he said, adding a slight nod. "In fact, I'm feeling generous enough to grant you... say, half the number of points you received last night? That seems like quite a fair amount to me, given that we're not exactly pushing your horizons. In fact," he looked toward her crotch, "I'll admit right now that if you elect to begin as we did before, and I see no reason why not, and I find something new there, then I may be inclined to reward you for it.
"in fact!" the professor looked quite pleased. "Let's make that a deal between us! We'll continue doing this, and each session will begin with your lifting your skirt to show me what's underneath. I'll reward you appropriately, and we can proceed from there," the professor nodded, feeling like he'd set things up quite well. Not only would he get her in the behavior of flashing, of pulling that cute little skirt up, but he'd also nudge her toward experimenting with clothing and underthings. He had several magical panties that were practically begging for an intelligent wearer. Just the thought of Miss Granger wearing a vibrating pair for a day already started blood flowing to all the best areas.
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"Half?" Hermione echoed, crestfallen, although really, she wasn't entirely unsurprisedthere was no sense in giving the same test twice for the same amount of points, after all. She flushed, as Aali continued, without an ounce of shame. He expected her to flash him every time she was in his office? At least she would be rewarded with some points, and really, it wasn't such a strenuous exercise. It was easier than answering a question in class, even; this didn't require any intellectual prowess, just the ability to lift her skirt.
Althoughas she continued to listenapparently things weren't as simple as she'd anticipated. "But I don't really have...that much of avariety, they're all really the same style" she began, before cutting herself off, a little embarrassed. Was she really arguing about what her panties looked like? Either way, he hadn't specified how different, exactly, and she was wearing somethingslightlydifferentthis time, her panties were a pale pink, and just slightly more sheer, owing to the slight difference in fabric.
It was easier to pull up her skirt than it had been yesterday, or at least, it wasn't nearly as embarrassing, given that it was something he'd seen before, more or less. "Here," she sighed, reaching down to slide her skirt up, holding the fabric up so that Aali could get a good look at her. Her panties were slightly different, so technically, she thought, they ought to count. She could always order some new styles by owl, apparently there were several shops with discreet packaging...she flushed, realizing that she was actually considering such a thing.
"So," she ventured, toying with the hem of her skirt as she held it up. "You would give me half the points for the same...how much for...er, broadening my horizons, you said? What would I have to do?"
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The skirt went up, and Aali's eyes went down. These were different, though the difference was quite slight. A different color, a slightly different sheer. Still, he supposed it was best to give her the benefit of the doubt, force her to start broadening her horizons. He fully intended to help her in that regard, but for now: "Five points for Gryffindor," he said, nodding slightly, letting her know that he not only approved of her choice, but also that, yes, she had won the points she'd been trying to achieve.
Aali's gaze shifted slightly as he noted her toying with the hem. The girl hadn't immediately put it down, seemed almost to be holding it up a little longer this time. It made sense to him, and he certainly wasn't going to be drawing attention to it or anything along those lines. Hermione was working through his offer, considering, asking. "Well," he said, steepling his fingers, "the easiest step forward would be to allow me to reach under your clothing," he pointed out. He flicked his fingers toward her, nodding her head. "That would achieve, well, about the same points, I would imagine. Or, if you'd like to really move forward, I could utilize my mouth upon roughly the same areas. That would achieve significantly more points. Why, were we to do what we managed last night, I would wager you could almost earn two hundred points."
Again, he had jerked the points up, and there was a small, internal voice reminding him that it was slightly dangerous to do so. He didn't want to start too high, after all. At the same time, Hermione only had so much sexual curiosity right now. She dangled on the edge, and if Aali could nudge her over with higher bribes, things would work well. He could lower it later, claim that it wasn't quite the same as she didn't have quite the same level of innocence. He could hardly be expected to hand out the same number of points to, say, a non-virgin.
But he didn't expect them to quite get that far, at least not this morning. This evening, perhaps. Of course, it all hinged on her willingness to go with him now, to be willing to take the bait and let him push things just a step further. In truth, Aali would be surprised if she didn't.
"Surely you want to bring your House as many points as possible," he added, gesturing toward her and nodding as if this was really the only logical choice to make.
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Hermione realized with a start that she was still holding her skirt up, and she dropped it, slightly embarrassed. Really, he could have pointed it out. "Professor Samara!" she protested, slightly offended at his suggestionsdid he think that she was like those Slytherin girls? She certainly had never intended to remove her clothes in front of a teacher...particularly when they'd been learning hair removal spells in Charms class the previous day.
Hermione had been so distracted by what had occurred with Professor Samara, and she'd inadvertently botched it. Although she hadn't quite understood why the rabbit she'd been practicing on looked the same by the end of the class, once she returned to the dorms and showered, she'd realized that the spell had been slightly...misdirected, perhaps owing to the part of her own anatomy that she'd been preoccupied with throughout class.
And, of course, Aali would think that she did it onpurpose, for him, when she quite obviously hadn't. But...whatdidhe mean, when he referred to his mouth? On...the same areas? Hermione considered the sensation, fidgeting. Two hundred points...that would make up the lead that Slytherin had that day. Almost. By her recollection, Slytherin was up two hundred and thirty-five. She took a deep breath.
"Well..." she ventured. "If you were permitted to, er, use your hands as you liked, like before, reaching under my clothing, inaddition...I would think that would be worth more than your mouth alone." She nodded, as though she'd just been thinking over. "Two hundred and forty points for both, or nothing. That's the deal." She crossed her arms. If she was to be taken advantage of in such a fashion, she would at least dictate the termsalthough, she told herself, this was certainly the furthest that she would go.
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The girl fidgeted, and Aali almost wished he'd been a quicker study when it came to legilimency. His school of magic had most certainly offered it, but his interests had always been more directed toward combining magic with Muggle technology. Most of the time he considered this an unbridled success. During times such as this, when even his sharp and experienced mind couldn't quite pierce the feminine veil, he almost wished he'd considered otherwise. Perhaps she fidgeted because of the offer, or perhaps it was something altogether.
She spoke. Aali perked up; he couldn't quite help himself. Under the clothing, worth more than mouth alone, then an offer of a significant portion of points. Strange that she picked such a very precise number, and it struck Aali as being rather on the high side. The striking young woman with her arms crossed in front of him certainly didn't hold back any.
So, the question became: was it worth it? Certainly Aali didn't care about the actual points. It mattered little to him which House took home some foolish cup or won some sort of pride. The issue became the increase in points. Too high too quickly and he'd never be able to take what he wanted. Unless, well, unless he managed to pique the young woman's sexual curiosity. Then he may be able to convince her to try doing this for less of the points. Plus, there was the very precise nature of her demand.
"Well, Miss Granger, that does seem somewhat fair," the professor allowed, tapping his fingers together. "But there's only one small catch: how would we explain such a high jump in points? Already the astute have likely realized that Gryfindor gained over one hundred points in a single night. Why, I believe such values are generally left for quite heroic deeds, or, well," he smiled, "we know what those Syltherin girls are up to. I'm quite willing to reward you for your efforts: you've always been an excellent student. But do you think that such a high cost will still leave you without drawing attention to yourself? Surely you don't want to be put into the same category as those Sytherin girls."
His manhood roared at him for this little speech. Why dicker when he could have his lips pressed against a tight little virgin sex? His tongue gliding over her flesh would make Hermione forget all about such niceties as points. But he needed to keep this professional, while still needing to make sure that she was in charge, still thought this through. Of course, he'd also have to see what he could do to encourage Snape to keep things in the running. And possibly he could talk to some other professors regarding the other two houses... Ravenclaw and... and the badger one, yes, they could certainly benefit from this as well, surely.
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Hermione brightened as Aali considered her proposal. She hadn't been completely certain that it would work, but apparently, Professor Samara did have a heart. Although hedidpoint out something to consider. "Well..." she said evasively. "They wouldn't assume it was me, certainly. Everyone knows that a Gryffindor girl wouldn't stoop so low. Everyone knowsIwould never stoop so low. Perhaps...one of us was retroactively awarded points for our efforts in the war against Voldemort? It wouldn't be unheard of, Dumbledore did the same thing, essentially."
It was shameful, to invoke Voldemort, of all things, to continue with her deceit, but really, Hermione figured that she was owed that much, after all that she had done. "Or," she continued. "I've been earning extra credit helping you with your machines. It doesn't matter, reallyI promise I won't ask for this much again, really, it's justeveryone's been sodiscouragedsince we've fallen into fourth place, and this would be enough to narrow the gap between us and Ravenclaw considerably. I need to do my part."
It wasn't the worst way to earn points. In fact, it hadn't been terrible, yesterday. Hermione caught herself wondering what those fingers would feel like underneath her clothing, having direct accessor what Professor Samara's mouth felt like. She couldn't believe that she was doing this, even if it was for a great cause. But really, was there such a difference in this and what she had permitted yesterday? She was only expanding her horizons just slightly, after all.
"Do we have a deal, then?" she asked earnestly, approaching the desk.
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Yet again Hermione proved that shedidhave a brain. True, no one would necessarily think it her. In point of fact, they probably wouldn't even dream of thinking of Hermione Granger, paragon of virtue that she was. Still, Aali enjoyed watching the girl go through mental gymnastics just to ensure that she could get paid for being fingered to orgasm in his office... fingered and then eaten out by an expert. But there she stood, fidgeting.
"I'm sure you'll help with the machines later," Aali said, nodding. He still waited, watching, wondering if she would really go through with it. That wonder only lasted a moment: this girl didn't back down. If she'd already thought it through enough to come here. If she'd already volunteered the idea. If she was stepping forward, then she would go through with it. Still, Aali had an idea. He waited till she approached then rose, coming around to stand behind her yet again, figuring they would begin like that.
His hands again went to her hips, drawing along her waistline once more, noting the slender curves of the teenage girl. "If you want me to stop at any time, you may say so," he said, giving her hips a slight squeeze. "Just keep in mind that if you do," his hands moved down, both cupping her firm rear, "you won't receive any house points. In fact," he gave her bottom a gentle squeeze, once more testing his firmness, "I may have to deduct points, for teasing a faculty member, you understand," he began kneading the flesh of her rear. his fingers worked slowly, teasing the flesh. Oh, he'd noticed before how this had been the area Hermione had cared for least when he'd teased her. She'd barely reacted at all, save for when he'd pressed his erection against her. So now he would start there, make certain she realized that they played with higher stakes. His hands began bunching up the skirt, pulling it to reveal more and more of her.
"I want to hear a verbal agreement to the terms," he stated, his eyes falling to watch as the skirt picked up enough to start showing her panties. "Or this stops now, and you take the consequences," a hand reached down, feeling the panties, running along them, pressing fingers against and seeking out the first hole he intended to tease.
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Hermione frowned, momentarily puzzled by his reference to the machines. If he was interested in doing this with her, surely he didn't need her help with his machines. She was quickly distracted, however, as Aali stood again, reminding her of how much bigger than her she was. She was reminded again as she glanced down at his hands, sliding around her waist. Her heart, without her permission, skipped a beat.
It was difficult to focus on what Aali was saying as his hands slid further down after a slight squeeze of her hips, coming to cup her ass through her skirt, as he had the previous day. It was strangely pleasurable, she realized, biting her lip as his hands began to slowly massage her rear, his fingers digging into the soft flesh almost teasingly, even through her skirt. Unconsciously, she parted her legs a little bit. She did, however, pick up on what he was saying, as soon as he mentioned the possibility of deducting points.
"Professor," she protested, slightly breathlessly. "That's really not veryfair" She barely noticed as he began to slowly draw her skirt up, more of her focus on his hands cupping her, kneading her with slow, meticulous care. "E-either way, I won't go back on my word," she continued sternly. "Gryffindor needs these points." Gryffindor was a cause worth suffering for...although really, she wasn't suffering much, as of yet.
In fact, this did feel pleasurable, even if she didn't quite understand his aim. She'd envisioned that he would take off her clothes immediately, given the fact that that was what she had offered, but...instead, right then, he seemed content to touch her as she was. Hermione bit her lip and fidgeted, feeling something that she was startled to realize was impatience. A hand finally slid down to her panties, this time, with more of a direct focus, and she flushed, squirming. "Y-yes," she said with a touch of restlessness. "I understand, that's fine."
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Fair? Aali quirked a brow, tempted to ask if anything they were doing had anything to do with fairness. However, he kept kneading, waiting, and sure enough, she said as he fully expected her too. Gryffindor needed the points. She would do this for Gryffindor. My, how the little thing loved to play the martyr, didn't she? The thought amused Aali, and likely would have amused him further still had his hands not been busy kneading the martyr's teenage ass.
he didn't quite notice the flush, focused as he was on the task at hand. However, he heard precisely what he wanted, and he smiled. He nodded, and gave her rear a few gentle pats before rubbing it. Now, Hermione may have expected him to move and yank her underwear down. There was some logic to this, given the earlier statements about working underneath her clothing. Aali, however, didn't intend to quite do that, not until he went to work with his mouth later. After all, it was morning, and the girl had an entire day to go through. What better way to send her off then with a pair of wet panties to wear?
So he slid his hands up, going to the waistband of her undergarments. he hesitated for a moment there, before letting his fingers go underneath the fabric. He saw the slight bulge as his digits slid along her, just trailing along the small of her back. The fabric stretched against him, and he smiled, knowing what would come next. He let his fingers slide further down, pushing the fabric out, pulling it against Hermione's front. the digits curled against the soft flesh of the girl's rear for the first time. Again they kneaded, working against her, feeling her out, testing her. The delicate tips pressed all along her for several long seconds, seeming to quite purposefully seek out tension to eliminate.
Then he drew a hand further down, seeking a little crack. His hands glided along it, moving up and down. An index finger extended along the hole, as if pointing toward the inevitable goal. Then it slid. Inch by inch it dragged along her, till the point of it found her no doubt tightly clenched little star. This he pressed against, just feeling, just nudging, before rolling the digit against that hole, teasing Hermione's ass directly. All the while her pantie stretched against him, the outline of his hand sticking out against the pale pink, looking almost ludicrous. Aali wagered that the fabric may be digging into the front, and he was also wagering that Hermione may not be quite as focused on that, especially as his finger tapped gently against her little hole.
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Hermione bit her lip as she felt Aali's fingers slide up and then dip underneath her panties. This was itnow, he was going to pull her underwear down altogether. She reminded herself that this was for a good cause, that she would be earning points for this, and...and she was still wearing her panties, she noted, although truthfully, it was impossible to not keep her thoughts focused on that particular region of her body. She could feel his fingers teasing at her, kneading at her body.
She could feel her panties digging into to her front, clinging to her sex, a sensation that didn't go unnoticed, particularly with the sensation of Aali's fingers teasing at her ass. It was a strange sensation, and she could feel herself start to grow a little...warmer, as she had yesterday. She was struck by the strange urge to arch back against his fingers, andshe gasped, as a finger slid down further, pressing against her hole.
Hermione had certainly never imagined thatthatwould be her professor's aim. She'd overheard gossip in the Gryffindor common room, occasionally, relating to what the more daring girls were doing with their boyfriends, but she hadn't paid much attention to it, unable to fathom what the draw might be. Still, as she experienced it herself, she couldn't help but wonder what it might feel if that finger teasing at her instead slid inside her. Her breath hitched as his finger pushed at her hole, just slightly, and she pressed her thighs together, arching her back just a little
With a start, she realized that she was getting wet, as she had yesterday. What was wrong with her? Embarrassed and flustered, she tried her best to focus on things other than her own arousal, but it was impossible. The best that she could hope for was for it to escape Aali's attention, but really, was that feasible? He had been able to tell yesterday, easily, and his hand hadn't been in her panties.
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The heat rising from Miss Granger's body did not go unnoticed by the professor. He very nearly commented upon it, as he certainly hadn't expected her to start warming up quite so quickly. Perhaps there was more of a kink within her than he'd originally suspected. For her breath had hitched at just the right moment, her back had arched. It did almost appear as if having her ass played with had started to turn Hermione on nearly as much as when he'd teased other areas.
Curious, Aali let his other hand drift toward her front, just feeling for a moment. The fingers flitted across the top of Hermione's sex and yes, there did appear to be some growing arousal. The girl was actually getting aroused, getting outright wet, at having her ass played with.
That changed things slightly. Aali had intended this to be a warm up, before moving to tease her breasts enough to get her to practically beg for his hand between her thighs. But when else would he get a chance to tease a virgin's asshole and watching her squirm and deny herself? When else would he get to see Hermione Granger dancing while his finger started teasing the little bud of her ass, while she denied mentally her body's reaction. Certainly if he were to develop some kink within his new student, he'd have to work her. Plus, he was also intrigued to see if she would ask or suggest him to tackle another area. To do so would be to strongly suggest what this did.
So he altered his hand slightly. The finger slid down, the hand seeming to cup her rear. His middle finger extended, pushing against her tight hole. He rubbed against it for several seconds, relaxing the muscles there. He could see the pantie undulating over his working hand, the sight as lewd as ever. Then he used his fingers to slightly spread her, before sliding his middle finger into the tight hole of her ass. He expected resistance, certainly physical and likely verbal as well. But he pushed gently, insistently, determined to sink his finger into the girl's tightly clenched rear and hear her gasp with the realization that an older man touched her in such a taboo way, before even daring to tend to her girlish little sex.
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With a start, Hermione felt Aali's other slide to her front, and she flushed red, embarrassed, as he quite obviously noted how wet she was. There would be no hiding it, apparently. Perhaps Aali had cursed her, somehow, she thought desperatelyperhaps he dabbled in dark magic. There was no other explanation for how she was feeling. Surely there was no reason for her to belikingthis, of her own volition.
His other hand moved, and for a moment, Hermione thought that he was through with her. She was both parts relieved and, surprisingly enough, frustratedbecause really, he could have continued for a few more minutes, if he was interested in getting his points' worth. Instead, however, his hand moved to cup her ass. Hermione frowned, a little puzzled, at first, and "Professor!" she gasped, shocked, straightening as his finger slid into her, tightening instinctively around the invading digit. "W-what are you"
She'd expected touching like yesterday, previously, but nothing like this...still, she kept still. If she stopped him, she thought distractedly, he would deduct points from Gryffindor, and that was certainly the last thing that Gryffindor needed. Hermione arched back ever so slightly as she leaned against the desk, biting her lip. It wasn't outright painful, at least, she thought hazily. It was more embarrassing, somehow, for this to occur while she was still nearly fully clothed, almost furtively.
It was impossible to keep her thoughts from turning to how those fingers might feel sliding into her sex, certainly aided by the slickness in her panties. "Th-this isn't part of the deal," she managed to protest, although again, she didn't move. "Professor, really, y-you shouldn't"
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Gasps, straightening, and Aali could feel the girl tightening. He didn't remove his finger. In fact, he curled it slightly, as if helping to pull her more fully upright. The finger curled and he twisted it ever so slightly, working against her. Already he could feel her tight ring, and he pushed along it, still teasing the essentially fully clothed young woman. He could see her leaning, arching against him, gripping her desk, could feel the flush, the heat.
The finger began sliding in and out subtly, not moving far. The pantie prevented some movement, the tightness other, all mingled with Aali's desire more to tease than anything else. He heard her gasping protest, an insistence. "Actually, I did mention that things would increase, Miss Granger," he moved his hands, spreading her cheeks further, the effort stretching her panties more. He leaned forward, applying more pressure onto his finger, forcing into her hole. The finger started twisting, turning constantly, rubbing against her. It would wiggle within, curling as if beckoning. Turn like a screw, then pull upward. All the while the other hand worked to keep her cheeks spread.
Aali leaned over her slightly, feeling his own erection throb as his body nearly dwarfed hers. "If you'd like to stop, that is an option," he reminded her as he started corkscrewing her tight rear again, "or if you're quite desperate for me to touch somewhere else...." he trailed off. The professor truly didn't want to. In fact, no sooner had he said those words than he pushed harder than ever, curling upward as if trying to drive Hermione up, to slide a little more of his finger within her. The finger curled, twisted, writhed, and the hands above gave her parted cheeks a squeeze, the other fingers reaching down to start rubbing. They teased the crack leading to the thrusting, twisting finger below, adding more sensation atop of sensation, amping things further and further.
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"A-ahProfessor" Hermione protested breathlessly as the finger began to slide in and out...or perhaps it wasn't a protest. She had agreed to this, after all, even if she hadn't anticipated things escalating to this extent. It would be amoral to back out on her end of the deal, after all, just because she hadn't read the figurative fine print. Besidesshe thought dazedly, trying her best to keep herself uprightwas this really such an escalation? She still had her clothes on, after all.
She could feel Aali at her back, and although his hand was certainly taking up much of her focus, she was fairly certain that he was hard, as he had been the day before. Of course he was getting off on thishe really was a deviant. Hermione was something of a martyr, to bear his attentions so patiently (she whimpered, spreading her legs a little further, bending slightly over the desk, hyperconscious of the way that her panties almost dug into her sex); she almost wished that Gryffindor could be made aware of the sacrifices that she was making for it. Alas, at least some of her work had to go ungraded.
"I-I...nnh...Icouldn't," she managed, unsteadily, her voice catching in a squeak as Aali renewed his efforts, his finger sliding into her a bit further, sending Hermione up onto her toes just a little. She could feel herself getting slicker, wetter, certainly noticeable to Aali, and while she wasn'tquiteas weak at the knees as she had been the day previously, she was similarly embarrassed to realize that Aali had certainly teased out a response. She could feel another orgasm beginning to build, even, much to her shame. "I-I'm doing this forohGryffindor" she somehow managed to get out, unable to keep herself from ending with another moan. She hadn't even thought to think about a sound-proofing charmperhaps a Remembrall would do, next time.
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The gasped word sent another burst of blood into Aali's already throbbing erection. Just hearing her like that, knowing what it meant, was enough to amp his arousal up a little further. Hearing it while his fingers still thrust and worked inside her, while he built up what would surely be Hermione's most shameful orgasm of her young life, made it even better. Had he read her mind, he would've insisted upon some agreement: yes, this wasn't much better, hardly a step upward. She just had to go along with it.
Aali felt her body rise and he pulled his finger with it. She may have parted her legs slightly, but her ass remained tightly clamped about the wiggling, jostling finger. Aali kept working it, spinning, screwing, pumping, working and pushing at the tight walls, knowing he'd have to stretch her. Another hard thrust sent her to her toes, more moans leaving her. Aali merely grunted, more focused on his work. He could feel her getting nearer as she gasped, trembling into a moan.
For Gryffindor. Aali smiled. Perhaps for now it was solely for that, but he knew that he'd already set her on a path. He shifted, gripping her ass tightly while he shoved his finger within. He began working with more force, his palm nearly slapping against her firm cheeks. The fingers extended down, teasing about the hole even as flesh jutted in and out of it. They pulled, working to part her. Then, with a great shove, Aali worked a second finger inside Hermione's ass. he curled both upward at the same time, nearly treating Hermione's body like a bowling ball. He reached across her front, pulling a hand out of her panties to do so. Two fingers remained snug inside her rear, while the other went to hold her, already bracing.
For he started twirling the fingers inside. Again he churned, again he twisted, again he pulled against flesh. He felt his palm slapping against her rear, and he grunted with satisfaction. It would be soon. His intuition, his experience told him that. He breathed in every bit of her, waiting, listening, watching, feeling, all attention on Hermione as he attempted to push her over that last edge.
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Hermione could feel her climax building, and building, and...she gasped, shocked, as she felt Aali somehow manage to work a second finger into her ass. It was slightly uncomfortable, butmore worryinglynot so uncomfortable that it didn't serve to add to her pleasure. She could feel her professor's erection brushing up against her, and she wondered, hazily, what that might feel like inside her insteadif she was one of those Slytherin girls, who so easily offered their bodies up to their professors.
She could feel herself being jostled back and forth by the force of Aali's hand, barely able to maintain her grip on the desk in front of herall this, and she still had her skirt on, her shirt, her crimson-and-gold tie, although perhaps in more disarray than it had been at the start. She could feel how slick she was, evenhearit a little, and she certainly would need to change her panties afterwards, although she realized, with slightly distracted dismay, that she wouldn't have the time to, if she was going to be on time to her next class. She would have to sit in her soaked panties, fidgeting uncomfortably, well aware of just what had brought her to such a state.
Hermione was unable to keep herself from moaning as Aali pulled her back, forcing his fingers to slide slightly deeper inside of her. Again, she began to feel that heat building, and building, and building, with each slide of his finger inside of her. She tipped her head back, resting it back against Aali's shoulder, her mouth open as she panted, her breath hitching, her pleasure just nearly plateauing, dragging a whimper from her
"Professor!" she gasped, and she was coming, tightening down on his fingers, arching up on her toes again. It hit her wave after wave after wave, every single one of her senses focused on the fact that she was climaxing, her usually brilliant brain temporarily short-circuiting.
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The girl looked delicious. Disheveled, tie and shirt askew, clearly the victim of something debauched and naughty. And panting, all while Aali's fingers slid in and out of her tight little taboo hole. He could almost hear her wetness pouring in, the thought of it causing his erection to throb all the harder. Yes, if he could get this girl to climax simply by working her rear over, then he could certainly take her innocence. yet again the temptation to push her forward, to bend her over the desk, to nearly rip those panties off and simply slide his impressive manhood into her slick sex roared up within Aali. But no, no, Hermione was a dish to be savored.
Instead he pulled her back, pulling her up, felt her head nearly collide with his. her hair flew about, and Aali had to move to dodge it. The open, panting mouth very nearly proved too much of a target, one that Aali fought by bending his own head slightly down, curling nearly opposite her direction. He heard her gasp.
Up on toes. His fingers clenched hard, helping to left her, skewering her ass with his two fingers. He could feel her rear squeezing, pulling against him as the waves hit. He pulled back, curled, teased, wanting to stretch the orgasm longer, feel her rippling body churn against his own. He could practically see the sparks from her short-circuiting brain. His own brain had already planned this three moves ahead, certain as to what came next, as soon as he'd finished stretching this powerful experience for her.
"You know what I love most about women, Hermione?" he asked, his voice raspy in her ear. A hand moved to pull hair away, making certain she heard him as he waited for her response, his mind already planning out precisely how this would go.
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It took a few seconds for the shame to creep in, just as Hermione became aware of the sensation of her own slickness dripping down her inner thigh, her panties, by this point, soaked through. She flushed. How was she going to sit through four or five classes like this? How was she supposed to concentrate on the lecture? Although...perhaps answering every single one of the teacher's questions wasn't quite so necessary anymore, as Hermione would have ample opportunity to make up for missed points in private, as it would seem.
Either way, for that morning, surely Aali had to be finished with her. Hermione could barely fathom walking, let alone continuing to allow Aali to do as he pleased with her. She gasped, however, startled, as Aali instead pulled her back, sliding his fingers into her further to aid his movements, causing a momentary spike in the receding waves of her climax.
In her dazed state, it took Hermione a moment to parse what Aali was saying, and once she did, she was still a bit perplexed. What he liked about women...? "Wh...what?" Hermione managed breathlessly, as much an expression of her confusion as a response to Aali's question. Post-orgasm, his fingers inside her now left her oversensitive, a sensation somewhere in between pleasure and the lack thereof.
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The moment passed. Aali could time it through heartbeats, both of theirs fluttering. He almost smiled, wagering that Hermione thought it over. She'd climaxed, likely weak at the knees. Perhaps even that highly intelligent brain of hers had stopped firing as mightily as it normally did. In fact, judging by the delay, Aali very much suspected this to be true. But the girl did stumble her way into a response.
Aali moved the hair aside, then spoke quite clearly into her ear: "They're multi-orgasmic," he said. He didn't waste any time, not for Hermione to consider that, not for her to resist, not for her to do more than simply react. His hands moved quickly. one slid from her rear, the other coming down. Both circled her waist easily enough. In one smooth motion Aali picked the smaller girl up. He moved her, nearly twirled her, then set her down on his desk. He heard her body knocking over a few items, but he didn't care: they could be repaired later. No time for delay: action was the watchword.
Hermione would be set upon the desk. Then Aali bent below, leveling his head with her crotch. The two hands went down, they found the edge of her sodden panties. Aali would've made a comment but again: no hesitation. Instead he pulled, jerking the garment down till it pooled just above Hermione's knees. His hands went up then, one to each thigh. These he gently prized apart, baring the path to her no doubt dripping, trembling sex.
"My, my," he said, finally pausing as he looked down at her, "you seem to be completely bald down here, Miss Granger," he said, reaching a hand up to run along the smooth flesh. "I'm quite impressed," which did mean a pause to admire, a pause for Hermione to realize her drastically changed position, possibly even to fight back... should she want it, should she not realize that she had, of course, already agreed to this very act.
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They're multi-orgasmic. It took a second for the words and their implication to sink in, but the time they did, Hermione found herself being picked up and deposited on the desk, on her back, scattering the papers that Aali had been so intently focused upon, as well as a few objects that she couldn't recognize. Hermione had never imagined being in such a statelaid across her professor's desk, her panties sodden, ready to continue to trade sexual favors for points.
Or, not so ready. Hermione could scarcely fathom continuing, not after the orgasm she'd just had; she could barely think. Even Aali's arm around her waist as he had maneuvered her into position had triggered her oversensitivity. Then, just as quickly, he was sliding down her panties, just like that, too fast for Hermione to protestalthough not all the way down, just to to her thighs, just above her knees. Somehow, that feltdirtier, and Hermione reddened as Aali spoke.
"I-it wasn't for this!" she protested, too fixated on correcting him to object to the position that she had been so promptly arranged in. "It was anaccident, actually, sir" She was more intensely aware of how wet she was, like this, the heat in her sex still lingering from her recent climax. And howexposedshe was. Certainly no one had seen prim and proper Hermione Granger like this. No one would have ever imagined that the first person to do so would be her professor, of all thingsand, a service provided in exchange for points.
She shivered as she felt Aali's hand run along her skin, pressing her knees together out of pure instinct more than anything, although really, there wasn't much of a benefit to that, as he could see perfectly well regardless. "Really, I-I think our earlier...altercation was quite enough," she stammered, remembering to protest, although she didn't move from the position that she was in. "I couldn't possibly...there can't bemore"
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As expected, Miss Granger protested. Aali looked up, seeing her red face. the initial words: insisting that she hadn't done it for this, that it had been an accident. The professor quirked a brow. Certainly he'd heard about magical accidents before; they happened all the time in wizarding schools. Give young people wands and start training them to use it and you were practically begging for accidents to happen. But something like this?
Oh, it certainly happened too. Aali could distinctly recall casting an engorgement charm on himself as a youth; some of his lovers had even teased that it had remained into adulthood and he couldn't entirely be certain they weren't accurate. However, he'd been working at his genitals at the time, as did most teenagers. Which meant that if Hermione had "accidentally" shed herself of all her pubic hairs, well. "So you were thinking about your sex were you, Miss Granger?" Aali asked before moving, his head hovering just a few feet from the shaved area. He felt her shiver, watched her move.
His hand rose to intercept her closing thigh. Poor young witch honestly thought that this was over. He nearly wanted to smile at that. "I don't," he said simply, at her protest. He moved to kiss her inner thigh, touching his lips for just a moment, as if sealing his statement with a kiss, before looking back up at her. His hands ran along Hermione's legs, rubbing at her inner body, subconsciously suggesting that she keep her knees spread, bowing out and leaving the panties wrapping around her. He'd ducked his head between them, his well maintained face just inches now from her sex.
"The deal," he explained, before moving to kiss, he'd stop every so often to kiss along her thigh, moving toward her sex, "was for me to touch every area as before, only under clothing," up and around, "I have only touched one," he reached around, tapping her rear. "And in addition to that, we agreed," He kissed right where hair had been before, "that I would be allowed to use my mouth," a kiss lower. His hands went down, shifting to tease her bottom, working her hips up toward his mouth.
"You are going to earn these points, Miss Granger," he told her, his voice flat, commanding, his eyes looking up at her. "So I suggest you grip tight," and then he lowered his mouth, opening wide. He surrounded as much of her sex as he could with his mouth, drawing his lips tight against her skin, leaning in, clearly intent on feasting on teenage girl sex.
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"No," Hermione answered, a little too quickly. "I was paying attention in class, obviously...mostly, anyway" She was all too aware of how close Aali's hand was to her sex, and the question of how those fingers might feel came to her mind, unbidden. All of this, and she was still mostly clothed, albeit with her tie slightly askew, and, more importantly, her panties pushed down to her thighs. Had she locked the door? She couldn't remember. What would someone think, if they opened the door to find Hermione Granger in such a state? She bit her lip.
Hermione flinched as she felt Aali's hand catching her thigh, leaving her legs pushed open, or at least as open as they could be with the panties hobbling her. Again, she was reminded of their size difference; his hands would dwarf hers, certainly. He leaned in, and Hermione's heart sped up, and...he kissed her. The second time that Hermione had been kissed, and here, of all places. This certainly wasn't anything like her adolescent fumblings with Krum.
Another kiss, and another kiss. Anticipation began to build as each kiss drew Aali closer to her sexnot because she couldfathombeing able to bear more of Aali's attentions, of course, despite Aali's favorite thing about women, but even so, Hermione found it difficult to avoid fidgeting, her thighs tensing just slightly as he kissed her again, her grip on the table tightening just a little as he tapped her rear. She knew that she could get up and leave, Aali certainly hadn't restrained her, but she remained, nonetheless...for the points, she told herself. For that reason alone.
She canted her hips as Aali coaxed them to angle upwards, her heart pounding. He was socloseit felt like she had been on this desk forever. She couldn't see his face as he bent his neck to press a kiss to her thigh, and she didn't realize how much of a comfort that was until he looked up at her, meeting her eyes. There was something anonymous about all of this when there was no eye contact, but that was done away with the look in his eyes, the tone of his voice, that strangely formalMiss Granger. "Professor" she began, andgasped.
It became abruptly clear that her oversensitivity still lingered as Aali pressed his mouth to her sex, and she very nearly lost her grip on the desk, having to lean back on an elbow to remain semi-upright. She'd never felt anything like it, this sort of wet heat, and she had to force herself to keep her legs apart, resisting the urge to cage Aali's face between her thighs. She had been finished, absolutely and definitively, with her last orgasm, but "Professor," she repeated, this time more of a moan than an admonition, her fingers digging into the desk.
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Yes, the sweet teenage virgin certainly remained solely for the points. Aali could almost hear that reasoning echoing in pretty little Hermione's head. It wasn't because the leg-quivering orgasm that he'd induced simply by playing with her too-tight rear. It definitely had nothing to do with his questing lips leaving hot trails up her sensitive legs. And it certainly wouldn't have a thing to do with his lips drawing upon her wet, being the first such pair to ever grace Hermione's sex. No, she did this solely for Gryffindor to honor her house, not out of any personal joy.
The gasped title made Aali smile all the more. He drew his lips tight about her sex, pulling at the flesh, working it against his lips. He could hear her repeating, feel her shifting, but that didn't deter him from his goal. He merely adjusted his grip. The hands slid down, cupping her tight rear in each. He lifted her slightly, just positioning her every so little above the desk. Each hand cupped the fine girl and brought her up so that Aali could feast upon her like the delicious meal she was.
First, just the lips, they dragged across the surface, wetting all of her and gathering what moisture and flavor the virgin already possessed. Aali did the initial draw as if pulling something together, ending his motion by kissing the center of Hermione's sex. Several more kisses followed, raining down around the folds. Sometimes he kissed flesh to the side, almost on thigh. Sometimes he kissed right along her lip. His lips drew where the hair had been magically removed, planting a hot kiss there. He made certain to draw his lips across the little folds wherein he knew her clitoris to hide, pulling softly.
There he lingered. He let his lips play along, his tongue starting to gently snake in. The dexterous muscle moved along the sensitive lips. It teased the edges, running up and down smoothly, curly slightly. The lips moved to part them slightly, allowing Aali to flicker just within her entrance. He fluttered and moved about, teasing just around the edge of her sex, enjoying the taste of the virgin sweetness upon his tongue. He ran it up and down, as if gathering the melting sweetness from a particularly pleasant frozen treat. He'd let his tongue flit in and out for a moment, darting almost like a hummingbird, seeking the nectar that flowed within and sucking just a few mouthfuls of it down with each pass.
Aali pulled back slightly. His cheeks puffed as he blew a little burst of air right onto the quivering folds. He directed the air, quite purposefully aiming yet again toward her most sensitive areas, wanting to add yet another sensation to the fray, another ingredient into the mix. He paused for a moment, before looking up to see the girl's reactions, wanting to read Hermione's face, to see if his actions were warranting the responses he had aimed toward. After all, the whole point of this was to expand her horizons; his desire to taste the delicious girl proved decidedly secondary to his aims. So he looked, his eyes staring with commanding want, even as he lowered his lips toward her sex to draw another kiss just at the area she had most certainly not shaved smooth for him.
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Despite the fact that Hermione had already been thoroughly debauchedor so she thoughtHermione could begin to feel the beginnings of what she'd felt before, and what she'd felt the previous evening; that frustrating first spark of arousal. If anything, Aali's efforts were aided by the fact that she had practically just reached her climax; everything feltmoresensitive, if such a thing were possible. Hermione, faintly, wondered if perhaps she was suffering from some sort of charm or hex.
She jumped as she felt Aali's hands slide down to cup her ass, his hands and their location reminding her far too easily of just what, exactly, had led her to her previous orgasm. This time, however, they only served to adjust her position, making her more easily accessible, so thatshe whimpered, clutching at the desk, as she felt his mouth press closer, more intimately, if such a thing were possible. She'd worried about having to sit uncomfortably in wet panties during her classes afterwards previously...really, after this, she wondered hazily if perhaps the easiest thing would be to forgo panties altogether for the day.
And then, he kissed her. Certainly very differently than how Viktor Krum had kissed her at the Yule Ball, she thought distractedly, arching up just slightly as she felt his mouth pressed close to her sex, mapping it so expertly with his tonguesurely, she thought, he had done this before, as this certainly wasn't the knowledge one acquired from the dusty tomes of the Hogwarts library. Had he been doing this with other students? Was Hermione the next of many to be spread across his desk and conquered so easily? Were thereGryffindorgirls as there were Snape's Slytherin girls, and was Hermione one of them?
Her thoughts were interrupted as Aali drew his lips across her clitoris, and Hermione gasped, arching upwards with a start, before flushing at her own wantonness. It was purely a physical reaction, she told herself, a physical response to stimuli, butoh, did it feelgoodthere. As though Aali could read her mind (could he, she wondered absently), he lingered, much to Hermione's appreciation. She allowed her eyes to slip shut, allowing herself to forget about what a decidedly non-Hermione thing she was doing, instead focusing on how her pleasure was mounting yet again, her thighs tensing just slightly, her hips canting a little less subtly, her grip on the desk underneath her now white-knuckled
And then, Aali pulled back, and Hermione opened her eyes again, startled as she felt him blow, almost teasingly. "S-sir," she began, frustratedly, before cutting herself off as he met her eyes. Hermione went red again. This wasn't for her pleasure, and if he wanted to tease her, he was perfectly within his rights to do sothe purposes of this was for the sake of Gryffindor house, of course. Either way, he lowered his lips to her sex again, and Hermione just managed to restrain her whimper, albeit slightly poorly. There, again, she could feel that pleasure continuing to build, and build, and...she wasn't going to last long at this rate.
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Sweet teenage nectar flowed into Aali's mouth. The dark professor greedily supped upon it, slurping up Hermione's innocent juices as they flowed from her trembling sex. Truly there were few greater, sweeter flavors in the world than the pure juices of an untouched woman. Aali had, as Hermione expected, experienced this before, though he had not quite sampled from Hogwarts' population until now. He had drank from chalices such as this, had since his wanton youth, and that experience showed with each pass of his lips and tongue across his latest conquest. For Aali did not move with the unease of a fumbling teenager, the likely real first partner a girl like Hermione would get. There were no frantic tongue stabs or misbegotten bites. Each action had a purpose, each had been tested, known to work against witches before to draw out more of that sweet nectar as it flowed.
But a pause, and a girl's eyes fluttering open, looking down at him. She'd shifted her hips ever so subtly, nearly grinding against him. Her body's natural reactions had been all too clear:I'm enjoying this; I want it. Now Aali heard the stammered words, some of Hermione's spirit leaking into her voice. Just hearing that sent a throb into his own crotch, his rock-hard erection leaking slightly against the confines of his clothing. Aali may have been thoroughly enjoying taking the young girl, but part of the appeal lay in her Gryffindor traits, in that will, in that fight, in that desire to be brave that she had expressed time and time again. Now she went red, the realization of what she was using that spirit toward hitting her hard.
Aali smiled before lowering his mouth again. once more he spread lips wide, taking in the entirety of the girl's sex. He drew them across, pulling his flesh taut against her trembling lips. His tongue once more slid out. It flattened, then drew up and down the lips, swirling slightly. Aali had, however, been paying attention. now the tongue did not go with its testing flickers. It instead went toward spots that had garnered reactions before, dragging and swirling across the now familiar territory as Aali orally mapped out Hermione's pussy. He drew his lips to where he knew her clitoral hood to be. They pulled together, just pressing along it, tightening. Then he went further still, sucking loud enough for the sound to eclipse anything short of a shout from Miss Granger. His lips drew the clitoral hood tight. The pull of his mouth drew all flesh inward. He surrounded it pinched it for a moment, before just dragging his teeth across the very edge of it.
Then he went back down. His mouth fell without warning, hitting her main sex. The lips again parted against hers. The tongue snaked forward this time, still flat at first. It ran against her for a moment before pushing in. The dexterous muscle did not push or force its way inside Hermione's tight folds so much as slide across defenses. It glided into the girl's tight sex to explore for a few moments. The tip seemed to flick up and down as if feeling her out, testing walls and discovering new points of pleasurable contact. Once it had found a few, it began undulating, working up and down while still within her body, adding new sensations into the mix, yet again testing.
Again he shifted, again without warning, again returning upward. This time he drew a finger upward, using the other to cup her rear, hold her in place with one strong arm. These fingers parted Hermione's flesh, baring the clit for him. The folded tongue returned, gliding along, circling, teasing and flicking the little bean with determined skill. Then yet again the mouth descended, this time to feast upon the button in a manner most wanton indeed.
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Hermione understood sex from a reasoned, logical perspective, what it entailed, but she certainly hadn't ever imagined something likethis. The closest thing to lust that she'd felt was when she'd wondered what kissing Krum might feel like; this seemed as though it were a category of its own. Perhapsshe thought as she bit her lip, her thighs tensingperhaps she had been misunderstanding things. The way that she was feeling now, the way her heart was pounding, the catch as she drew in a breath, the heat in her sexperhaps it was areward, for doing the right thing. For martyring herself in this way, for her efforts to push back the corruption so evident within Hogwarts' halls...really, all she was doing was fighting fire with fire.
Hermione, as a scholar, had always striven to learn from the very best, and perhaps this was the right approach. If sex were a subject like Transfiguration or Charms, she wouldn't look to receive instruction from someone her own age. Perhaps it wasfittingthat this was with a professor rather than Viktor Krum. Even if, of course, she was doing this because she was a loyal Gryffindor. With that thought in mind, Hermione allowed her thoughts to disperse, for once, instead focusing on the way that Aali's mouth felt as he licked into her.
She wasn't able to restrain a moan, and though it was loud enough to echo, Hermione was too far gone to care. She knew how she must look, laid out on a teacher's desk right there, hair mussed, panties around her thighs,whimpering, but it was a little bit difficult to focus on multi-tasking beyond the slightest whisper of shame at the back of her mind. Hermione gripped at the desk, her entire body once again tensed and taut as she felt that frustrating, maddening spark again, as her arousal steadily built, pushing her closer to another climax.
As Aali's attentions began to grow focused towards her clitoral hood, Hermione arched up off the desk a little further, stopping herself short of pressing her hips closer to his mouth. She'd never imagined feeling so warm in the middle of October before, and she had to stop herself from reaching to unbutton her shirt, partially because she didn't trust herself to loose her grip on the desk, and substantially because she wasn't quite sure if she could work buttons in the state that she was in. She wassoaking, now, enough so that she could feel herself dripping onto Professor Samara's desk.
Then, she felt teeth, and startled, Hermione squeaked, almost sitting upright before just as fast, there was Aali's mouth pressed to her entrance. She could feel his tongue push forward, almost gently, and Hermione hadn't realized how much she'd been aching for that, even if it was the tiniest tease of a penetrationalthough that was the first she'd felt, there, ever. She'd never really been very...curious about that part of her body. Her eyes slipped shut, and she swallowed a whimper, her thighs trembling around him just slightly.
And then, Hermione felt a finger. She opened her eyes a bit dazedly, opening her mouth to inform him thatthatwasn't part of the deal with just a touch of reluctance, before whatever she was going to say dissolved into a moan as he began to press his mouth to her clit. She wasn't going to last through this, she thought wildly, canting her hips up, pressing herself closer to his mouth. She wasn't going to come again, she was going todie, possibly, as she'd never felt such an abrupt spike of pleasure. It continued to mount, building and building the more attention that he paid to her, until she was forced to speak. "S-sir, I'mahI-I'm going toI need to" The words escaped her before she could consider too closely whether or not she needed permission.
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It did occur to Aali, if vaguely, distantly, that perhaps he could or should have attempted to do something with Hermione's upper torso. No doubt the girl's breasts heaved against her regulation garb, even the tie feeling too constricting at that moment. Were she like most of those, then Aali had little doubt that she would be feeling her breasts dragging across the cloth even as he continued lavishing attentions upon her groin.
The attentions did not stop, did not even slow as he felt her react. Aali could feel the tensing at that initial entrance, knew what it meant, knew that his tongue had been the first object to enter this lovely girl which was both alive and not her own, quite probably the first object at all. He relished this thought, let it slide into his brain and melt into pleasure. Liquid lust poured through his veins and he attempted to redeliver that unto the quivering schoolgirl between whose thighs he continued to work. His tonguing continued with the skill of an expert, twisting and finding each of those perfect spots within the panting Hermione.
Direct contact onto the clit could be almost painfully pleasurable. Aali knew this even as he drew the button into his mouth. He felt her moving upward and encouraged this, pulling lightly at her flesh with his mouth. his hands almost tickled her rear, as if teasing her for drawing herself even further into him. As if his mouth could press harder against her sex. Already he could feel his nose diving into the sensitive flesh just above her sex, where it would have no doubt been buried in pubic hair had she not "accidentally" shorn herself of such things. He kept that mouth glued.
Glued even as he heard her gasping out, knowing that it meant the girl was about to explode with pleasure yet again. The teacher smiled around the schoolgirl's pussy, looking up at her, seeing just a bit of her flushed face from between her heaving chest. Was she waiting for permission? And what if he denied her? Well, his communications had become physical anyway, so he answered as such. Teeth lightly closed around clitoris. They pinched, scraped, and then drew back slightly only to be replaced almost instantly by a tongue. It laid its flat against her to swirl again, pulling forth, mixing juices, only to be replaced with no warning by a set of lips. The mouth closed tight, drawing hot wet around the sex, urging the climax onward and upward.
For he expected it, readied himself to ride what was likely to be Hermione's most pleasurable explosion thus far in her young life. He fully intended to stretch it out to near painful lengths... and then to continue lavishing attention upon her even if those aftershocks shook her body.
Because as Aali had said: women were multi-orgasmic, and he intended Hermione to be as much so as possible.
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Hermione reached up to tug at her tie clumsily, distracted as she loosened it the best that she couldshe wasn't particularly dextrous at the moment. It was hard to focus on anything else apart from that mouth on her. Had he locked the door? Hermione couldn't even remember, and more startlingly, she could barely remember to care. As she released her tie, he fingers brushed against her breasts, just slightly, and she gasped, startled at the new sensation, the pads of her fingertips catching against a nipple, stiff and barely visible through her uniform. She reached up again without thinking, before stopping herselfshe wasn't a slut, after all.
There would be no use in wearing panties after this, Hermione was forced to admitshe would leave them even more soaked than they were before. As long as she was careful with her skirt, no one would notice; it was unfortunate that that was the only option, but it was either that or'Accio, panties!', and that certainly carried a greater risk. Hermione moaned, squirming as Aali licked at her clit, the sensation a perplexing combination of too much and not enoughshe had never felt so overwhelmed.
It felt like an eternity before Aali acknowledged her request, just long enough for Hermione to flush with humiliation at the recognition that itwasa request. She caught Aali's eye before looking away, reminded of the position she had put herself in, albeit for the greater good. All while her arousal was frustratingly plateauingshe just needed a bit more, not much at all, and she would come again, something that Hermione Granger wanted very badly indeed.
As though he were a Legilimens, Aali remedied that. Hermione whimpered as Aali's teeth closed around her clitoris, the sensation a sharp and not entirely unpleasant contrast to the soft heat of Aali's tongue. Although it was abrupt and jarring, it spurred Hermione onwards, the heat in her core building, and building. "O-oh," Hermione gasped, her mouth remaining in the oh-shape as she moaned, practically pressing her sex to Professor Samara's mouth. "P-professor"
His teeth were replaced by his tongue, his mouth, closing tight against her pussy, and it was like a spark to a fuse. Immediately, Hermione was coming with a cry, loud enough to echo against the stone walls, arching up almost entirely off of the desk. All she could think about was the wet heat of Aali's mouth, her sex tightening instinctively around something that wasn't there as she came, (something that, at the back of the mind, she considered) her thighs trembling, her toes curling. It felt like an eternity, hitting her wave after wave, peak after peak, until finally, Hermione was left to slump back flat onto the desk, dazed and faint.
She didn't have long to catch her breath, though; Aali's mouth remained at her sex, and the sensation, given her oversensitivity, was more maddening than pleasurable...probably. "S-sir," she protested weakly, somehow managing to sit up a little, leaning heavily on one elbow. "I-I think I'm quite finished, really"
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Aali's tongue continued its duty. He could feel the girl beneath him tightening, her body tensing, her core no doubt twisting itself into pretzels. Poor Miss Granger hadn't even dreamed of what Aali did to her, and he kept doing it. His tongue continued to chart new territory. The exploring muscle mapped out Hermione's clitoris. Learned the little bits and pieces. Imprinted that bundle of nerves into Aali's memory. Then it learned her sex. It flicked below. It darted with the speed of a hummingbird into wet petals. That tongue drove the girl's cry higher. Aali could hear it, could hear the sweet sound of Hermione Granger releasing all tension for those few glorious moments.
The tongue continued. It bashed almost recklessly against sensitive walls. Aali could feel her insides squeezing, tightening. Primal reflexes had drawn her to want to milk something. His tongue hardly proved a suitable substitute for his throbbing member. The dark urge to bring that into the mix. To rise up. To take her quivering legs and thrust them apart. To drive his thick cock with great force into her quaking girl sex. to feel those walls massaging him, hear her cry as he took by sheer force of will her innocence. To know that he had imposed his will on someone as strong as Hermione Granger. The professor's cock twitched simply thinking of it. So simple. To just rise up.
Yet he didn't. He needed her cooperation. He could slake his lust now. the experience would be stupendous for him: of that he had no doubt. It would likely be good for this trembling schoolgirl. But he wanted it done on his mind's time, not his cock's. He wanted to hear her trembling with need, hear her admit to doing it, hear that agreement, the accord, and know that he'd tumbled her a little more down the path of darkness.
So for now, his mouth suckled. It drew sweet virginal fluid into his throat. The professor greedily drank from Hermione's sex, turning his lust into a near frenzy. Lips pulled tight. Tongue flicked callously. Everything in his mouth worked toward one purpose: extending the powerful orgasm. The collection of her juices remained secondary, but oh so sweet. The professor could feel them on his tongue, taste them, smell them.
His lips did not move. Did not move as he felt her slumping back, likely exhausted. That had been climax two: her first from oral stimulation. Girls such as Hermione would likely have been given one, a sad little one by fumbling boys. They would have to believe that sex entailed precisely this, some sort of maths equation. One climax for me, one climax for him. Done.
Aali was having none of that. He continued letting his lips tease sensitive flesh. He could feel her shifting: he moved in kind. If anything, he utilized her movements to attack new areas. That flicking tongue darted into the sex and slid out with that same fast speed. He could hear her protests, and they made him chuckle. The sound coming from him reminded. He smiled.
The mouth stretched. It covered. And the professor began humming, working a tune he'd learned long ago. the vibrations spread from throat to lips. They rumbled. He pushed his flesh tight against hers. The vibrations followed. Hermione would soon feel the steady thrumming against her too-sensitive sex. First all over, first getting used to it, first becoming aware. Then directed. The vibrating hum became centered on pursed lips as Aali traced along Hermione's sex, locating the most sensitive of areas, and threatening the clitoris with yet more stimulation.
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Hermione knew that she ought to get up, but truth be told, she wasn't quite sure if she would be able to, physically. She'd never felt so exhaustedthe thought that she would have to last through a day's worth of classes was staggering. For once, perhaps, Hermione Granger wouldn't be paying rapt attention. She couldn't pretend that she was ill; she'd never skipped a class in her life, barring Voldemort-related activities, and starting now would draw the suspicion of others...and the only thing more embarrassing than submitting willingly to her professor in such a manner was the idea of anyone else finding out, even if shedidhave a perfectly valid reason for doing so.
But Aali hadn't stopped yet. With a start, Hermione realized that there was a distinct possibility that Aali didn't plan on stopping. Hadn't he realized that she'd reached her climaxtwice? Did he intend to do this all day? Hermione couldn't imagine such a thing. "Sir," she protested, her voice dissolving into a whimper as his tongue slid into her sex again, another teasing reminder of what her body so desperately craved, the slight penetration that it was. In response, she could hear him laughingfeelhim laughing, it made her thighs tense just a littlemuch to her chagrin. "Sir," she repeated breathlessly, this time with a little bit of a stern edge, propping herself up on an elbow so that she could address him. "I-I don't see what's quite so funny"
And then, he started humming. Hermione gasped, startled, arching up slightly at the sensation. It was almost like a vibrationand Hermione had always known well enough the appeal that had for the average witch, given the very brief section on healing hexes in sensitive areas in one of her textbooks. A vibration charm apparently was very similar to a numbing charm, phonetically, and with a wand being as readily available as it was, it made a bit more sense for one to make use of it rather than something that could be ordered by catalogue and delivered by owl, as all of Gryffindor House had discovered when one of Lavender Brown's packages had unexpectedly ripped open as it fell one morning. Not that Hermione had ever put her wand to that use, of course. Not even if she'd thought about it, just out of curiosity, as she lay sleepless the previous evening.
As it was, Hermione quite easily began to see what all the fuss was about. Even if it was less powerful than a vibration charm, Hermione wasn't able to restrain a moan, and she arched up, reaching down as though to tangle her hand in Aali's hair, at least until she had the decency to stop herself, her hand instead coming to rest on her thigh, digging into her soft skin. "P-professor," she protested breathlessly, her thighs tensing, unable to keep herself from canting her hips up just slightly, against his moth. "R-really, I couldn't possibly"
She cut herself off with another moan, shutting her eyes, her mouth open as she drew in a gasp. Could she possibly? Athirdorgasm? She couldn't, surely, but even as she thought it, she could feel it beginning to build, quicker than the other two, as though her body had lost its stamina out of sheer exhaustion. Hermione tipped her head back, slumping back against the desk again, her hand sliding from her thigh to her stomach, accidentally pushing up her shirt just slightly as it went.
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Hermione Granger would learn this lesson well, and Aali Samara intended to be quite the dedicated teacher. His mouth continued its work upon her girlish sex even as he felt the walls trembling. No doubt the teenager felt herself at her limit. Her breathless words certainly gave Aali that impression. She didn't understand, didn't seem to realize what precisely her professor had meant when he'd given her the terminology earlier. What professor wouldn't want to clarify things for his student, especially one as eager as Hermione herself?
So the professor kept humming the tune, starting with the steady melody. He could hear her breathless words. He'd felt that hand move, hover just above him. He'd felt it settle against her soft thigh, as if that would somehow be better, easier to take than sliding those fingers through his hair. Her naivete almost made him chuckle anew, but he would not break his concentration. The humming continued. The professor drew it, stretched it, allowed it to transform from the tune to something steady. No need to vary sensation now. The hips had already started to rise upward, sex urging itself toward the mouth, toward the source. Aali's lips worked even as they vibrated, drawing sensation, pressing tight against her. Girlish protests attempted to drown out his steady humming, but the professor simply increased. The noise took on a nearly supernatural thrum and intensity. The professor drew his lips tight, started directing it, dragging along her sensitive flesh.
First, vibrations along those sensitive outer lips. Hermione's tight virgin sex didn't have meaty lips, but that only made them more tempting targets. Aali drew his pressed, thrumming lips against the contours of Hermione's skin, dragging himself along. He drew a steady arch, moving up to where she'd recently divested herself of skin. He hovered there, drawing a small circle, pausing only a moment to release air along the sensitive flesh and draw in more, taking in the beautiful aroma of aroused girl as he went. Then he drew the arch back down. Down the side, near her other thigh. Steady on the edges for a moment. The thighs trembled; Aali could feel them. He drew one hand along the sensitive flesh, feeling up, noting that she'd raised her shirt slightly to bare just a bit more flesh. He allowed his fingers to play along this newly exposed flesh while he circled, wanting to feel her muscles contorting to match his oral manipulations.
All the while Aali could feel his cock throbbing. The thing stood straight, surging against his robes, demanding attention. The knowledge that it could slide in, that this quivering girl could no more resist him than she could stop her body's reactions, gave it further power. Simply stand, it insisted. End this. Take her.
But Aali redirected those energies. The humming intensified, nearly becoming a thrumming. Then he drew it up, quickly drawing another arch. This time, his lips paused just at the crest, poised above her slit. One hand reached down, cupping her rear, fingers spread. The other up, grabbing her shirt. Then he moved quickly, muscles flexing. He drew her upper body down, her lower body up. His lips shot down. They slid directly toward the hood. Aali suddenly intensified his thrumming, intensified and directed. He placed his pursed lips directly upon Hermione's clitoral hood, sending the strong vibrations pulsating against the throbbing, sensitive little love button awaiting in those protective folds. And he held. And held. And did not move. Did not decrease his intensity. He thrummed as though he were a living sex-toy, all his attentions focused for that moment not on teasing, but on delivering the sexual coup de grace.
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This had to qualify as torture, Hermione thought hazily. The overwhelming wave of pleasure peaking, and peaking, and peaking, her overworked body, the shame lurking behind all of thisshe could practically feel the magical energy crackling underneath her skin. She had certainly never learned about any of this in her classes, although it was perhaps somewhat fitting that she was learning this from a professor nonetheless, as studious as she was.
The humming was maddening, just enough for Hermione's arousal to build, but not quite enough to send her into her next orgasm, at least not yet. It was steady, and ceaseless, and she had to catch herself as she arched her hips up against his mouth, forcing herself to keep them back against the deskit wouldn't do to appear wanton, not when she would be bargaining for more, later. Not much more, of course, but she'd decided, somewhere between the course of two (almost three) orgasms, that perhaps this wasn't completely torturousperhaps she would allow him to take a few more liberties with her after this session. Just a few. She wasn't one of those Slytherin girls.
Aali drew his lips tight, drawing a whimper from Hermione, the hand on her midsection curling into a fist, her fingers drawing up her skirt just slightly as they tightened. The humming increased, and Hermione moaned again, the sound echoing off the walls of Professor Samara's office, her sex tightening again around something that wasn't quite there. How much longer was she going to last? Not much, she thought hazilyeach climax had come to her more quickly than the last. She was soaked by nowshe wouldn't be surprised if there was a puddle underneath her, she certainly felt like it. Again, Hermione resisted the urge to reach down and card her fingers through Aali's dark hair, to press him more closely to her sex, as impossible as that seemed.
She could feel Aali's hand, then, and she flinched, startled. Somehow, that was nearly (well, notnearly, but significantly nonetheless) as sensual as Aali's mouth on her; almost intimate. She felt as though she was burning, where those fingers traced, and that sensation loosed her self-imposed restraints, and again Hermione canted her hips, her face turning to the side, her eyes closing as she flushed, her mouth open, panting. Looking at him, doing this, right then, right there, was all of a sudden too much to focus on when paired with the sensation of Aali's mouth pressed close to her sex, humming, sending vibrations to her core.
She was going to come again. Hermione understood that fact, but even so, it was staggering, every tired, worn-out muscle in her body indicating the contrary. Nonetheless, Hermione's arousal built. It built as she felt Aali's hand cupping her rear, reminding her of how his fingers had felt inside of her, and it built as Aali's focus centralized upon her clit, the vibrations making her gasp and moan, rocking her hips upwards, her thighs tensing again. It was almost as though Aali had no interest in her outside of the very specific part that held his interest, as though she were his plaything, and although that feeling, quite rationally, drew forth feeling of shame, it made her wetter just as well.
"Professor," Hermione whimpered, gasping for breath, arching up, practically grinding against his mouth. "P-professor"She wasn't able to finish her sentence, and with that and a cry, she was coming, one of her hands digging into the desk, the other into her skin, barely grazing against Aali's fingers. She could scarcely think as wave after wave wracked her, her sex tightening again, her hips arching up, her entire body trembling and quiveringfor a second, Hermione truly felt as though she were going to pass out. The only reason she was fairly certain that she hadn't was the fact that that sensation continued, peaking again and again as Aali kept his mouth pressed to her, until Hermione finally slumped back against the desk, dazed and panting for breath, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. She couldn't speak right then, couldn't think, couldn't focus on anything. For a moment there, she was gone.
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So much resistance trained into this young girl. Aali could feel it even now, even so many orgasms in, so many times her body had already tightened and arched and let itself go in that burst. He'd seen it so often before. How these girls almost seemed unable to stop themselves from overcoming sexual blocks. So that even when caught in the throes of ecstasy they resisted. They fought. They didn't seem to realize that this fighting only increased the tension, only added fuel to the fire, only made everything more.
Aali again again heard the whisper, couldn't help but feel somewhat impressed that Miss Granger could string even that many syllables together. His mouth followed the jerking hips, refusing to let up the sensation. He had not stopped the vibrations. Had not stopped drawing his lips tight about her nub. Had not stopped piling more and sensation. Had not lowered his hands. Had not, in fact, even slowed a whit. He could feel her arcing. Her delicious sex leaked like a punctured fruit, the sweet nectar splashing against Aali's face. He fought the urge to suckle like a greedy animal. His lips did not move. They remained tight, delivering the vibrations into her quivering form even as she bucked and arched and gave in.
His expertise once more came into play, knowing how she'd buck, how she'd writhe, where to move, what to do. His humming song undulated in time with her hips. The vibrations kept sending into her body, working to ignite further nerves. Each pulse insisted on more pleasure, on more reaction, on pushing her sexual limits and extending boundaries, shattering all preconceptions. Only when she slumped wholly onto the desk did Aali finally raise up. He looked over the panting schoolgirl, his wet lips twisting into a smile.
The professor withdrew from the schoolgirl for a moment. his hand went down to where the panties had stretched. It gripped almost casually. Then it simply pulled the garment right up. There was, indeed, a pool of gathered moisture underneath Hermione: her slumped form now rested in it. The professor did not care. He simply drew the soft cotton garment back over the sensitive sex, letting it instantly soak up the girlish juices. Once it nestled into place, he gave it a pat.
"Excellent, Miss Granger, full marks," he said. He reached up to tug down her skirt, ruffling it about her still wet thighs. Then the shirt, tugged just a little lower, his hands fanning out. "That, as you can see, is what it feels like to have multiple orgasms. I sincerely doubt that you'd believe me incapable of more, but you do have classes to attend."
He gave the girl another pat before walking around. His head hovered near hers, looking into those gazed eyes from above. "You will return this evening," he said, his tone authoritative. "You will report to my office. You will change into a new set of undergarments," he reached into the desk, producing a catalog and a box. "You will order them from this. You will wear them and you will come prepared for another lesson in expanding your sexual horizons. What you are feeling is a post-coital bliss, Miss Granger. And that is simply from my mouth and fingers, and not my extensive collection of toys or the portion of my anatomy that is likely to be dwelling in your thoughts. You will return, you will experience more."
He tapped her abdomen with the catalog before settling it there. "I think Gryffindor colors would be appropriate, don't you? But feel free to surprise me." He smiled, and then he calmly walked behind his desk, already drawing out work, and acting as if he didn't have a sexually satiated teenage girl panting on his desk while his cock surged mightily within his robes.
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Hermione watched, dazedly, as Aali drew back, reaching down to grasp her panties. She could feel the warmth from his hand, just barely, before he pulled the garment back up. She could practically feel her panties stick to her sex, soaked as it was, and she jumped, a little startled, as he patted her. Normally, she would object to such patronizing and dismissive treatment, but at the moment, words were still beyond her graspshe had barely caught her breath yet.
The sound of his voice pulled her out of her trance. She reddened, embarrassed at the state of herself, and she sat up a little as he tugged down her skirt, straightened her shirt. Her hands went to her tie, to set it into the right place, and she reached up to smooth her hair, the best that she could, butreally, she couldn't completely undo the state of disarray that she was in. An irrational part of her mind wondered whether what had just conspired was written on her face; it certainly felt like it.
"Th-thank you, sir," she managed. How many points had she earned? She couldn't even remember, truthfully. Even if, she reminded herself, that had been the point. At the mention of classes, however, she gasped, looking at her watchshe was nearly late. She could hardly ask for a pass, though, however; that much would be suspicious. The thought occurred to her to ask for more points, to make up for what she would lose for being tardy, but...she couldn't risk dallying any more, certainly. It felt as though she'd been in here for hours.
Hermione accepted the box along with the catalogue, frowning when she turned it over to look at its cover, and going red as it became apparent what the subject of the catalogue was. She would have to hide this, certainlythe thought of Ginny or one of the other Gryffindor girls stumbling across it was mortifying. "I ought to get a lot of points for this," she grumbled, as she flipped through the catalogue. "If anyone finds this, my reputation will suffer."
At the mention of the portion of is anatomy thathadcertainly been in Hermione's thoughts, Hermione reddened further, shutting the catalogue with a little more force than necessary. "I have an exam to study for tonight," she told him as she slid off of his desk, very pointedly avoiding looking at the wet spot. "But I'll see what I can do." Aali, of course, was already taking out his work, as though debauching Hermione had been a scheduled activity, and he was moving onto the next without a care in the world. As though Hermione wasn't still weak at the knees. The thought irritated her, and she hugged the catalogue to her chest, frowning.
Gryffindor colors. Of course. "Goodbye, then, sir," Hermione muttered, leaving in a little bit of a huff, although she was slightly less coordinated than she'd been coming in.
As she'd expected, sitting through all of her classes was uncharacteristically difficult. She'd hardly been able to focus on her professors at all, and instead, her attention had wandered. How was she expected to pick outthatsort of undergarmentas though she were one of those Slytherin girls? Nonetheless, she found herself restless, almost anticipating when she would be able to get back and look through it...out of pure necessity, naturally. She was, after all, doing this for points.
Despite the exam that she supposedly had to study for, that evening found Hermione returning to Professor Samara's door, glancing behind her to make sure that no one was watching. She felt almost underdressed. The lacy red undergarments she'd picked out had been among the more conservative items in the catalogue, eventhey were just barely transparent, even if one could clearly see her nipples through the mesh, as the fabric only began to grow opaque closer to her hips and her sides respectively. It was a strange sensation, as well, and she fidgeted uncomfortably before knocking on the door.
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Even Aali had lost track of how many points Hermione had earned. He frankly barely cared about the points, and figured that he'd simply add a couple hundred to Gryffindor and call that even enough. Not as if Hermione would be arguing the details overmuch. Whether she realized it or not, she'd become his the moment she'd let him get her to climax. Aali didn't plan on cluing Miss Granger in to this fact until he had his dick already inside her, and he still intended to put that off for at least a little while longer.
"We'll see about points if you follow through," he replied distractedly as Hermione protested the catalog. There were certainly more chaste items available for selection in there, and Aali half expected Hermione to opt for one of those. As if her reputation would truly suffer from having a few pairs of risque underwear. That would hardly get her more than a few teases. If anything, letting people know that she actually thought about sex and looking pretty may help Miss Granger. But Aali kept his opinion to himself.
he did hand over a hall-pass, figuring she may need it for class. She'd come tonight; he had little doubt, but until then, Aali saw no reason to make things difficult for her. He dismissed her with a wave, going back to his work. His thoughts did remain on Miss Granger throughout a portion of the day, though perhaps not as fixated on the situation as Hermione would have thought. He did need to pick out the appropriate toys and finalize his plans for tonight. And, of course, there was his job: couldn't have anyone noticing his slacking off just because he'd acquired a schoolgirl plaything. Reports filed, classes taught, lessons developed, all done with casual efficiency. Then Aali himself had opted to change into a pair of silken underwear for this evening.
So he'd been ready when she arrived. He heard the knock and actually looked up, already well aware of who lay on the other side. "Come in," he said, before raising his wand to flick, activating several charms and devices. Sound proofing would of course be necessary, and he wholly intended to record this as well. The professor would be lowering his wand as Hermione entered the room, his head turning to look at her.
"You know the standard requirement," he said, flicking the wand toward her skirt. She was to show her panties to him in full view. He was curious to see what she'd opted to select as her first official "sexy" panties.
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Hermione pushed the door open when summoned, shutting it quickly behind her. Not that anyone would be out in the halls this time of night, apart from Filch, but...that was a bit of a problem, nonetheless, as she wasn't lucky enough to own an invisibility cloak. "Good evening," she said primly, locking the door behind her with her own wand, just to be safe. If any of this got outshe could hardly imagine the thought. Although, she supposed, her dedication to Gryffindor would be obvious, at the very least.
She blinked, at first neglecting to remember what, exactly, the standard requirement had beenwhen she remembered, she went a little pink, but resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She would be getting points for this, after all...she was fairly certain. It was five, or maybe one. Five points didn't matter much in the grand scheme of things, but Hermione had decided that the best thing to do would be to keep Professor Samara happy, if she wanted a bigger payout overall. Besides, it took hardly any effort at all to lift up her skirt.
Hermione reached down, then, skimming the tip of her skirt with her fingers before taking ahold of it and pulling it up. She was less nervous this time, a little more practiced, although she did worry at the fabric's edge with her fingers; whether that was nervousness or impatience was unclear. Under her skirt was revealed a pair of dark red panties, smooth like satin towards her hips, and then more transparent towards the middle, the lace mesh revealing just a little bit more than she was comfortable with. The cut was a little more close-fitting than she was used to as well, but really, it had been one of the more conservative options.
"There," she said, once Aali had taken it in. "If I may suggest, sir, I ought to get more points than usual for thisthat catalogue was quite...extensive, it's a lot of reading for something that only two people are going to see." A lot of very secretive reading. She'd gotten through most of it in the Room of Requirement, thankfully.
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The skirt went up, and suddenly Aali's attention became wholly focused. What had she selected? What had been her decision regarding her choice of undergarment? He knew the catalogue had been rather... well, lewd came to mind, and he'd only given Hermione so much of a guideline. his curiosity had been piqued, therefore, and he couldn't help but lift his eyes in pleasure at the sight of virginal Hermione wrapped in a dark red pantie fit for a seductress. The way it hugged her cute little teenage pussy sent blood pumping to his dick, particularly knowing that, points or no, she'd done this quite specifically to please him. The points were merely the carrot: the goal was in the training, and Hermione was coming along quite beautifully.
So beautifully that her demands barely phased Aali. What did he care about points, so long as he still had enough to use as leverage? He hardly expected the points to matter soon enough: Hermione would be his pet to do with as he would. Still, they worked to soothe her, and that was worth it in itself.
"I agree, and you did quite well with your selection," he said, nodding. "I believe we could increase the points significantly to, say, twenty?" Aali raised his brows, nodded, and then leaned back. He kept his eyes locked onto the panties, even more determined to go through with his plan upon seeing them.
"It's probably for the best that you rid yourself of all that pesky pubic hair though, otherwise we may see something unsightly there. I imagine that the fabric feels quite good against the skin too," he nodded and looked up at her. "Would you like to relax, perhaps have something to drink? Or would you rather just come out and state what you're actually here for? I imagine that the last few times have left my expectations abundantly clear. If it's any consolation, your pleasure is paramount to me, equal at the least with your learning," he said this with a sly smile. After all, he'd been quite focused on that before now, and surely Hermione would expect that the time had come for her to do something to return the favor. His eyes again fell to her where he knew her pantie clad, virginal sex to be, and were he less in control, he would likely begin drooling.
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"Twenty points?" Hermione mulled that over. Now wasn't the time to negotiatetwenty points was certainly enough of an increase for this particular activity, anyway. "That should be enough," she concluded, as though she had really been considering asking for more. She dropped her skirt, then, smoothing it over her thighs. "I already did that, actually," she continued, turning a little bit pink. "That spell I learnedit's, er, easier, it makes the fabric less uncomfortable." She'd happened to stumble across the proper version of a hair removal spell, something more long-lasting and had figured that it would be best to take care of that then, also within the Room of Requirement.
Not that she had done it for Aali's approval; it had been of her own volition, of course. That much, she hoped, was obvious, given her reputation.
At Aali's question, Hermione frowned. "I'm underage, sir," she reminded him a little sternly. "That would be against the law" She reddened further as he continued. What she was here for, she thought, would be fairly obvious; there was no need to state it. "I'm here to earn points," she said evasively, crossing her arms. "Any...er, pleasure, Ipossiblyderive from the experience is irrelevant." As though there was a chance that she hadn't found what they'd done earlier that day pleasurable. For the sake of Hermione's pride, that was what she was going to pretend.
It hadn't escaped her notice, however, that much of the proceedings had focused on Hermione's pleasure. She wasn't stupidshe'd noticed how hard Aali had been, despite the fact that he had been clothed. "You mentioned that I would...experience more," she ventured, a little uneasily. "So I would guesssomething beyond your...what we did earlier."
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Aali nodded. Twenty struck him as being quite good for simply looking for an undergarment and finding one. Perhaps if she'd shown up with something truly involved he'd have increased it further. But her protests hardly struck him as overly valid: it was easy enough to dismiss simply looking at a catalogue, albeit with some blushing. And he had difficulty believing that she wasn't enjoying the feeling of wearing something like that. Everyone wanted to feel sexy, attractive, and Aali was awakening that within Miss Granger. She would flush at the mention of, say, hair loss or other discussions regarding that particular area.
It made him want to chuckle when she protested drinking given her age. What was the pesky law for witches in this country? He hardly cared: if she was old enough to be this mature, to be an object of sexual desire, to be womanly enough to own her sexuality, than she was old enough to drink. She was there to earn points, the pleasure, irrelevant. Well, she wouldn't have been quite as appealing if she'd been easy to crack. Aali would even willingly go along with the slight suggestion that she hadn't earned in pleasure, though they both knew that to be very much to the contrary.
he intended for the trend of her having a good deal of pleasure to continue, of course. It wouldn't be as enjoyable for him otherwise. Her discomfort actually pleased him slightly, certainly sent a bit more blood pumping between his legs.
"Yes, that is certainly how it's going to go. I'm a little surprised at how short your answer is. I always thought you rather intelligent," Aali nodded. "Clearly you came here for more points," and for more pleasure and carnal knowledge, but Aali was willing to be coy about that, "and you know that things progress each time. I can hardly be expected to reward stagnation. Given what progressed earlier, there really aren't very many directions to go in progression, are there?" Oh, there were ever so many, as Aali fully intended to show Hermione. However, he had plans for this evening, and he would much rather use the time they had engaging in them.
"I don't feel the urge to dance around the subject for tonight, Miss Granger, so I'll be blunt. You are going to extract my cock from within my robes. Then you are going to lift your skirt and begin rubbing your cute little pantie clad crotch over me until I'm satisfied. It should sound quite familiar to you, as I believe it's often called 'dry humping'?" Aali raised his brows, leaning forward slightly. "I do so want to feel those particularly daring knickers of yours pressed against me, and I don't see any reason to be shy about it."
Not considering everything else, not considering what they'd done before. Aali did know he was pushing it slightly, asking for this sort of thing. Just seeing his penis would probably be enough to put her off slightly. But he wasn't asking her to touch it for long, simply to extract it. Given that she'd likely gone in expecting a blow or a hand job, rubbing against him would surely sound more appealing. Of course, Aali knew it would impart a good deal more pleasure on Hermione than the other options, which was, of course, the point.
It wouldn't do him any good for her not to start enjoying and craving sexual contact, after all.
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Hermionewasintelligent. She just wasn't perverse, not like Aali was; her reactions to his expert attentions that morning had been all his fault, of course. "I-I wouldn't know the progression," Hermione lied. Of course she had thought about how things would progress, just a little bit; she had begrudgingly prepared herself mentally for that. Aali would want her to service him in some way, probably. Hermione was equal parts dreading it and relievedit would certainly be further than she'd ever conceived of going, but at the very least, Hermione would be able to keep herself emotionally detached from the scenario. Emotionally detached was, of course, the exact opposite of how she'd been that morning.
Aali spoke, and Hermione blushed further. "Dry humping?" she echoed, shock evident in her voice. Surely he was jokinghe couldn't possibly imagine that Hermione would be able to do such a thing. She glanced towards the door, knowing that rationally, she ought to storm out...but, the more that she thought about it, if she viewed it in a certain way, this was a step back, even. He wouldn't be directly touching her under her panties; he probably wouldn't even be able to see her that well. And his cock would be out, but welldid it make that much of a difference, if there was a layer of clothing between them?
"Fine," she said, looking back to Aali. "I-I'll do it.Justthat." This, she told herself, was her absolute limit; surely this would be enough to entertain Aali on repeat occasions. Now, this was about his pleasure, certainly. Hermione had her panties on; this wouldn't be like what had happened that morning. It would be easier to keep herself...emotionally detached, as she thought earlier.
Although it was a wild guess, it seemed as though Aali intended for this to take place at his desk, as usual. Hermione wasn't sure which was dirtier, engaging in this sort of behavior here, or in a bed; this happening in an office, she supposed, made it a little bit more of a professional affair. "How many points?" she asked, already stepping forward. With a slight hesitation, she straddled his lap, her legs spreading so that her skirt rode up a little bit on her thighs. There was no use in bothering to attempt to maintain her modesty, though, she supposed, and she left it.
The most unpleasant part of this business, she told herself, would be taking his cock out. She'd certainly never touched one before. She reached down to part his robes, fumbling with the zip of his trousers underneath, her heart pounding in nervousness. He was already hard, that much she could feel, pressing just slightly against her panties, although since they hadn't started yet, she hadn't quite spread her legs enough to allow much contact. And from what she could feel, he wasbig.
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"Oh? And here I'd thought you were the intelligent one, Miss Granger," Aali replied easily enough. He didn't quite want to humiliate the poor girl, though the temptation was certainly there. They both knew the reality; they both knew where this would end up. Aali would've been at least somewhat entertained by Hermione's girlish, naive insistences, what she had to whisper to herself to push just a little further. As if she wouldn't be bent over his desk and taking his cock on the regular very, very soon. But he could wait. He could tease and torment and draw her out.
First a nod, pushing past the shock. "You're going to have to get used to terminology, Miss Granger. You are going to have to utilize it," he offered along with a teasing smile. He didn't see any reason not to include vocabulary in their lessons. For wouldn't it be all the more pleasant to hear Miss Granger's voice screaming out obscenities or demanding that he take her with his hard cock? Yet again the thought sent another pulse of blood into Aali's already throbbing groin.
But professional, as she seemed to do as well. He couldn't help but smile as the girl slid onto his lap, knowing where to go and what to do immediately. Hermione was just such a sharp girl, and instinctive when it came to this. Whether she admitted it or not, she showed a natural inclination toward the carnal arts that Aali fully intended to develop. What use was a little witch pet if she wasn't trained to the best of her abilities.
"Why don't you offer a suggestion? What do you feel is a good exchange for the first time you'll see a male's cock?" he purposefully dropped the last word, enunciating it almost too fully. Then he dropped back into that mysterious, borderline cocky, smile as he felt her rummaging. The trousers would part. The cock would almost immediately surge against the expensive undergarment. It would push, all too willing to finally meet this trembling little schoolgirl and begin entrancing her.
For Aali had been blessed with a cock that many would almost call beautiful, and some had. His uncut dome swelled proudly, forming a cap to a dusky pillar that stretched nearly ten inches into the air. It looked almost too well formed, as though someone had sculpted it. Perhaps it swelled a little, particularly in the bulbous head or in a few of the more evidently throbbing areas; an unfortunate side effect of the reversed engorgement charm. But the cock proved almost too smooth, broken only by obvious veins that seemed to pulse. Its base would prove to be also shaven, without a hair to show until the thighs began. This only served to make him look all the larger, as the cock bounded fully free, tapping against the girl's cloth covered sex. Already a little precum drizzled from the top, just barely dotting her cloth.
"Whenever you're ready to begin, Miss Granger," Aali said, as though Hermione had stepped forward to volunteer in his class. He gestured toward the cock, giving her a nod. No doubt she'd be staring for some time, looking into its near winking eye as she attempted to figure out the best position. It would take some effort, but the professor intended to remain wholly still. The more she did, the more he could maintain that she had done this quite willing, even with a cock that threatened to surely tap her navel.
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Hermione paused, her fingers on Aali's zip, and eyed him a little bit skeptically. He was allowing her to choose how many points she earned? She would have to overshoot how much she wanted, thenshe didn't want to chance him bargaining. "Two hundred and fifty points for all of this," she said. That seemed fair enoughgenerous, almost, given the fact that Hermione was technically neglecting her studies for this that evening. Even if there wasn't a chance that Hermione would be able to keep her mind on her textbooks if shehaddecided to stay in that evening.
Hermione flushed at the wordcock, although really, that was silly; it was merely terminology. She glanced back down to Professor Samara's trousers and the prominent bulge, before steeling herself and unzipping them, parting them gingerly and
Hermione gasped.
Why on earth was it sobig? It was long, and thick, andwas thattypical? Hermione, despite her seemingly infinite resource of knowledge, had no idea what the average size was, nor what it looked like, but this had to be bigger. She arched up, flushing, not quite able to avoid the head tapping against her panties, nor the precome it left, that she could feel just barely through the sheer fabric. Her professor's words drew her out of her thoughts, and she reddened further as she realized she'd been staring, wide-eyed.
Hermione supposed that the best thing to do would be to get this over with. Hesitantly, she sank back onto her thighs, reluctantly allowing Aali's cock to press against her pantiesfirst just its tip, hard and insistent, pushing just slightly against her sex through her panties. She flushed, angling her hips a little so that it pressed up against her length-wise, instead, although that wasn't any less prominent for different reasons; this way, she could feel it in its entirety brush against her pussy, leaving precome in its wake as it slid past her entrance and up, up further until it pushed at her skirt.
She shifted back, again, then, this time a little less gingerly, owing to it sliding against her a little more easily this time, aided by the slickness of Aali's precome. Hermione supposed that this wasn't as awkward as she'd envisioned. It was almost pleasurable, evenif she arched against it just so...she bit her lip, forcing herself to clear her head. This wouldn't be a repeat of the previous evening; Hermione fully intended to maintain control of her feelings. Even as she scolded herself, however, thoughts drifted through her head, unbiddenbecause really, how couldanyonefit something so big inside of themselves. Had Aali's other lovers enjoyed it for its size? Not that she cared.
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"Two hundred," Aali replied almost immediately. He knew that the offer Hermione made had simply been too high. While he still didn't care, and didn't believe he'd need to worry overmuch about House points, he didn't want to set the bar so high that it couldn't be insurmountable for the next time around. Plus, a mere fifty points didn't seem like too much of a deduction; surely Snape would make up the difference.
All such tactical thoughts left as his cock bounded free. Just hearing that gasp made Aali's cock pulse a little further. He could feel it just tapping against her, that thin barrier of cloth seeming oh so very little. For the cock dripped, fluids running down the front already. The professor could easily imagine the load, the rather impressive load, he would shoot over her, how it would cake the front of Miss Granger's panties, how she would feel its heat, likely mixing with her own. The girl ran her sex all the way down, teasing the entire shaft. Aali could feel his cock pulsing, the sensation almost too teasing for him. The urge to simply reach out and grab the girl by her plump teenage rear, or to seize the panties and yank them to the side to sink in, it threatened to overwhelm the professor. But he wanted this experience, to feel the virginal girl slipping just a little further into reluctant debauchery.
So the professor actually moved his hands behind his back, interlocking his fingers. he did shift his hips, felt them rise slightly, particularly as his head pushed her skirt up slightly. The lewd bulge amused Aali, drew his lips into a slight twitch just short of a smile. Especially as he watched it sink when she rolled back. The cock dragged along; he could feel it against her softness, the texture once again almost too much. But he kept his gaze upon Hermione's face, noting the bitten lip, noting the way she fought.
"You're doing quite good, Miss Granger," he said, his voice as level as if they were in class. "I realize it can be quite daunting, especially for the first time. Feel free to utilize whatever parts of your body you'd like to help, though I won't be adding points of course," he nodded, trying to sound as if he were simply the magnanimous instructor. At some point the professor truly intended to use all of Hermione's holes. He would see his cock skewering her face, those eyes looking up to him with something like submission. He would feel the tight walls of her cute ass squeezing and milking him. He would feel her hand wrapped tight about, pulling seed from his swollen balls. And, of course, he would feel her sex leak about him, showing the virginal lust that he'd already started to build.
For now, however, he forced himself to remain still, to have Hermione do the work for him. It was all the plan: let her take ownership, some action, push herself just a little further into debauchery. He only needed to edge her ever so much more for what he had planned. But oh, how his cock protested even as it rejoiced in the sensation of schoolgirl pantie dragging along its impressive length.
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Hermione was the tiniest bit cross at the slight deduction of her earnings in points, but she supposed that was what she'd been anticipating, anyway. Two hundred, at least, would be enough to have Gryffindor nearly overtake the Hufflepuffs. She'd been paranoid about her classmates wondering just how Gryffindor had managed to earn so many points so quickly, but, by way of a blessing and a curse, Slytherin had managed to further their lead with an astounding five hundred point increase that day, and that had been the subject of gossip instead.
This would be easier, Hermione thought as she bit her lip, if things weren't soslick. Each time she arched against Aali's cock, it left precum in its path; her panties weren't quite as soaked as they had been during that morning's instruction, but nonetheless, they were considerably wetter than they'd been when she had walked into the room, and somehow, they felt like they were molded to her pussy even more closely now, no thanks to how hard Aali's cock was.
And with that extra give that the wetness lent her panties...it was almost like she was wearing nothing at all, exceptworse. She could practically feel his cock as though it were pushed up against her right there, except at the same time, there was the frustratingly tactile sensation of the rub of the silky fabric against her skin. It almost felt pleasurable; not that itwas, butperhaps it would be moreso if she were a little more deliberate in her actions.
More focused on Aali's cock than she was on Aali himself, now, Hermione steadied herself with a hand pressed against Aali's chest, the other grasping her skirt in order to push it up just a little to keep it from getting in the way. She arched against his cock and ground back down again, her breath hitching as it slid against her clit. He really was producing a lot of precum, she thought hazily; certainly, none of that wetness was from her. And if she arched back against it like so, raising herself up a little higherit pressedintoher, almost, the head of Aali's cock pressing up against the entrance to her sex.
As she lowered herself again, this time, her thighs were spread wide enough so that Aali's cock caught in the corner of her panties, sliding under them just slightly, until she flushed and canted her hips so that she was covered again. Just that was enough to distract her entirely, though. She couldn't help but think about how that cock would feel against her bare flesh, and that thought spurred her onward as she shut her eyes, her hand gripping at Aali's robes more tightly as she focused on rubbing against Aali's cock, just so, the slide of his shaft against her clit occasionally drawing a bitten-back whimper from her.
She was drawn out of her haze a little by Aali's words, and she shot him a slightly distracted glare. "I-I...w-why would I, if I wouldn't receive any more points, s-sir?" She wasn't a whore, like those Slytherin girls, even if she could so easily imagine reaching down and pulling her panties to the side, so that she could feel his cock pressed up against her without anything between them. She was aGryffindor, and she was doing this for a good cause. Ajustcause.
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Hermione Granger wanted him.
Well, technically speaking, she at least wanted his cock. Aali could feel some of the moisture gathered where their sexes joined. Some of it, a fair amount in fact, came from his own pulsating cock. His turgid member wanted nothing so much as to finally receive sexual pleasure from the schoolgirl he'd been taunting for so long. If that particular piece of anatomy were in charge the girl's panties would be sliding even further to the slide so he could thrust into her no doubt wet and clinging sex. Especially as Aali recognized her motions for what they were: an attempt to garner more self pleasure.
To be sure, Aali gathered some pleasure from what Hermione did now. The hand on the chest, her back arching, a girlish sex grinding against him. His cock throbbed all the harder with desire simply watching, let alone feeling the hot, barely clothed sex pressing against him so. Except she ground in a particular way, angling herself just so. Aali, who'd become quite familiar with female anatomy in general and Miss Granger's in specific, would bet all the house points he'd given her that she angled so he hit her clitoris. Indeed, she seemed to arch a little more as his head rubbed against a particular spot, the sultry little minx.
For a moment, Aali almost thought Hermione would end the teasing and impale herself. His cock pushed against her entrance, surging, releasing a little dab of precum in pure anticipation. One day, one day he would push aside those walls and thrust within her, feeling the velvet vice of her virginal sex milking his shaft till the massive load flooded her sex. But instead she shifted, and Aali felt himself slide. Something caught, and for a moment, just a moment, he slid against her flesh. His cock touched her skin and the whole thing seemed to swell thicker than ever.Yesthe cock cried out in silent joy.Let me seed you!
The girl shifted, altered. Put off penetration to instead rub more. Aali felt his robes pull outward, felt her tremble, heard the little barely suppressed whimpers. He could tell when a girl was cock hungry, and once more he had to bury the desire to fill that void.
She looked up. He met her eyes. "Just in case you wanted to get it over with," Aali offered, adding a casual shrug. He'd prided himself on not showing any signs of lust beyond what his cock produced of its own volition. His face had remained almost impassive, even as he continued to feel teenage girl rubbing against his sex. "Your current efforts will certainly work, but at this rate, it'll take some time. If you want to get this over with sooner rather than later," he paused, arching brows, "you may have to try a little something... different?" He'd been so tempted to say more, but again: couldn't scare her. That wouldn't do at all.
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If you want to get this over with sooner rather than later...
Hermione supposed that her professor did have a point. As pleasurable as this was, reaching climax as she had during their previous encounter seemed to be a far-off goal rather than one close at hand; much of this seemed to only allow her arousal to build, rather than peak, and Hermione certainly couldn't linger as she had when he'd made her come three times, last time. Shedidhave studying to do. And
Hermione flushed. And he'd been referring tohisclimax, not hers, of course, because that was what this was about. That was the only reason that she was debasing herself in this fashion; this degrading, demeaningshe wasn't quite able to hold back a whimper as she arched back down against Aali's cock, hard and thick, pressing insistently against her clothed sexhumiliatingfashion. Even if, Hermione had come to the conclusion, she could see why one might engage in this sort of behaviornotfor points. Not that Hermione had personally experienced that sort of feeling, of course.
"O-of course," she managed, reddening a little further about how breathless she sounded, how debauched. There was no denying that the wetness soaking through her panties wasn't just her professor's precome; if she had cared to scrutinize him further, she wouldn't have been surprised to discover a wet spot against his robes. "Different. R-right. Ioh"
Itwasdistracting when his cock slid against her clit, and Hermione wasn't able to keep thoughts of how it might feel with her panties pulled to the side. Skin-against-skinthere really wasn't much of a difference, given how soaked her panties were, anyway. And it wasn't as though she would be entirely unclothed, just...rearranged, to a certain extent. She forced herself to keep her thoughts on the conversation at hand. "Different, sir, what do you mean to suggest?"
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Yes, her sex did feel quite wet. And warm. They didn't have to say anything about it, but Aali did give Hermione a slight look, one of those looks that said volumes. He knew. She knew. They could keep that knowledge silent for the time being, but there was no point in denying the heat and the wet that they could feel where only a thin barrier of already transparent material separated their sexes.
So for now, Aali listened patiently while Hermione stammered her way through figuring things out. She shifted. He felt every little shift of her hips, and yet again the urge to reach up took him. The girl had no idea. He outweighed her, outmuscled her, had more experience than she. It would just be so easy. He wouldn't even have to stretch her experience for now: just grab that tight teen ass and grind it down upon his cock. So simple. So easy. Yet so very much against the plan. He had to get her to think it was her idea.
"Well, you're quite intelligent," he pointed out, adding a shrug. "I'd actually have expected you to have done some research by now. You are Hermione Granger after all: we both know that if there's a book on the subject you're going to look it up and read it," his smile teased as it showed just a bit of teeth. After all, he knew there were certainly books that detailed precisely what Hermione could and arguably should be doing right now. Hot, illicit books that described such acts in details. Surely some were available in the library if you knew where to look and could deal with that horrid librarian. But such tomes had been easily passed among students in Aali's school, and he imagined that more modern witches and wizards had found more unique ways.
"I would point out that a good deal of it involves movement and what you do with it," he said, nodding toward her hips. "You're being rather timid for a Gryffindor," he arched his brows and then met her eyes. "Though of course seduction isn't merely a matter of physical bodies, now is it? Words can do so much when spoken in the correct manner. Any witch worth the title knows all too well the power of her voice. You're a quick study: a unique girl. For you are almost as beautiful as you are intelligent. I would even wager that you've thought of using both together before, but perhaps just stopped shy. We both know you aren'tthatkind of girl, not like a Slytherin. But this is different, of course. It's for your house," Aali leaned forward slightly to whisper. "I think we both know precisely what you can say and do, Miss Granger. So why don't you start doing it?"
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Hermione certainly hadn't done any ofthatsort of research...beyond a single glancethrough of the catalogue Aali had provided to her. Maybe three glancethroughs, at the absolute maximum. At least, three glancethroughs of the book in its entiretythere had been a few sections that had been a little startling, and worthy of further perusal. Perhaps, she thought, it might be a good idea to do at least a little bit of further study, however, as Aali was suggesting; obviously this sort of behavior didn't come naturally to her. She would have to do a little bit of extra effort to catch up.
The timid comment, however, earned Professor Samara a glare. Hermione wasn't timid; she was aGryffindor. She had vanquished Lord Voldemorta little bit of dirty talk wasn't enough to frighten her. She bit her lip, her conscience warring with her pride, before the latter of the two won out.
"I-I want" The shakiness in her voice was nervousness. It certainly didn't have anything to do with the cock sliding against her panties. "I want your cock," Hermione managed, her voice dropping just a little as her lips formed the last word, her face flushing with slight humiliation. She'd never said anything like that; she barely ever swore. As brave as she was, this was certainly a first, and it was a little shocking that she had managed to get it out at all.
Howeveronce she had said one thing, using her voice as Professor Samara had suggested wasn't quite as terrifying as it had seemed. Hermione drew in a breath, grinding back down against Aali's cock again, her eyes slipping shut. "I-I want you to fuck me," she continued, a little more steadily. "Likennhlike this" Her grip on Aali's chest tightened again, and she arched up against his cock a little more roughly, her other hand dragging the fabric of her skirt up in a clenched fist, so that Aali's cock as it slid against Hermione's soaked panties was plainly visible.
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Yes, play on her strengths and taunt her, bring her out. Aali had to fight not to grin like some sort of villain in a story, or worse, like a proud father watching his child accomplish a task all on her own. Those stammered words sent his cock surging within just a few syllables. The unsteadiness had seemed to translate to that barely covered sex as it slid across his cock, adding yet more friction. Then that word, dropped from the prim Miss Granger's lips, with that slight flush. She knew what she'd said, but would she stand by it?
Aali had to fight a groan as she ground against him, moving again. She continued, picking up, as if suddenly remembering lines in the script. Aali felt his pulse flutter, his cock surging upward, not only from the grind, but the words. They slid to his brain, fueled his libido, transformed thought into lust into blood to pump into the thickening cock. He could feel his member growing more and more steadily hard. The girl's clad sex dragged across it, almost perfectly timing it with her words. Hands gripped his robe tight, balling fabric. Aali's eyes flicked to the other, seeing it pulling up the skirt, keeping that free so the sinful panties could glide across his throbbing member. That pillar of flesh leaked again, as if her words coaxed the seed from his clenching balls. The grinding, the knowledge that he'd gotten virginal Hermione Granger to do it, it mixed with her words said with that increasing confidence.
"Yes, that's it, Miss Granger," he said, practically cooing the words. "Please continue: there's no reason to be shy," he felt his cock flex again, and he shifted his hips ever so slightly, wanting to nudge his head against her. He knew that she was likely to start purposefully grinding upon him. Whether Hermione intended to or not, surely she'd want to try and achieve at least some of her own sexual pleasure. A slight roll of his hips, ever so subtle, would add just a bit more friction, perhaps let her know without vocalizing. He'd been coaxing her ever closer to the line, knew they were getting closer and closer to it.
Though, as he thought, he wondered if perhaps, just perhaps, he should try to cumbeforeMiss Granger. Leave her sexually frustrated for a change. The idea had some appeal to him, and simply thinking it caused his member to surge yet again. After all, why should he try and get her to cum again? Would it not be better to coax her a little further? Let her do this? The only issue was a matter of stamina: he certainly didn't want to cum too early, and he did pride himself on cumming after the female each and every time...
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Hermione could feel Aali's cock flex against her, and she wasn't quite able to hold back her moan at that, whimpering as he nudged the head of his cock against her sex. The garment was so soaked that as he pushed against her, he threatened to push a littleintoher. She couldn't help but grind against the head of his cock in response, hips angling just so, barely keeping herself from moving the hand from his chest so that she could slip it into her panties. As they were, as there wasn't any direct stimulation to her clit, the panties served to tease her, almost, even if her arousal was slowly but surely building.
"I want" It was even more difficult to speak, now; this time, not because she was embarrassed, but because she was more focused on bringing herself to climax. "I-I want to cum, sir,please" At the very least, she could draw inspiration from how she was feeling. If she arched against him just so, at this angle, she could feel his cock sliding against her clit. His cock really was hugeit was a good thing that they weren't having sex, as Hermione couldn't fathom it. Well, perhaps she could fathom it, just slightly. Perhaps she was fathoming it just a little right then.
Her efforts weren't focused on putting on a show, now; they were focused on hitting that spot. "Yes," she sighed, tipping her head back. "Y-yes, yes, yes,there" She wanted so badly to feel Aali's cock against her directly, it would be so easy, she only had tobefore she could stop herself, she could feel herself releasing Aali's robes, reaching down, sliding her fingers underneath her soaked panties and pulling them to the side. She gasped, a little startled by the heat that accompanied feeling his cock directly against her sex, but the abrupt change in sensation was goodit was just what she needed.
Another whimpered echoed against the stone walls of Aali's office as she arched against his cock, now mostly unhindered by the friction associated with her panties, although he was still afforded a little bit of protection. She canted her hips, and her sex slid easily against the length of his cock, brushing against her clit as she'd desired. Now, her arousal built more quickly, that spark to a flame againat this rate, it wouldn't be long before she would reach her climax.
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The grinding felt so exquisite that it took all Aali had not to let out a near pornographic moan. His willpower stretched to the limit as this sexual, intelligent teenage girl pressed herself down upon him for their mutual pleasures. Yes, mutual, for the hand sliding into her panties had most certainly not been coerced. Aali watched, slightly enraptured, as the girl he'd been artfully molding began to express in precisely the manner he'd intended. Those panted words might have fit the script they were supposedly following, but Aali could hear every bit of reality seeping into her voice. This time he could not swallow the throaty groan that rumbled from his throat. It nearly shook his entire body, and it certainly caused his cock to surge once more.Sir, please... who wouldn't nearly lose themselves hearing such words panted from a willing girl as she feverishly worked herself upon them?
And she arched. Aali leaned back. his hands linked tightly behind his chair, gripping knuckle-white. He would not touch her, despite every urge to reach around and seize that tight ass to shove against him. He could picture it: his arms encircling this girl. Grabbing her tight. Pulling her and skewering her, showing her all too well what her body truly craved. Filling her tight English sex with his thick cock. Spreading her walls, reshaping her sex into its new role as his cock-sheath. How simple. How wonderful.
Yes. Aali swore the words latched onto his thoughts. She panted as if she'd spiraled into a pornography. Again, he'd have thought it a script had he not felt her hips pressing, juices leaking from her sex onto his cock. A hand left his robes. Went down. His eyes followed, and they actually widened ever so slightly as he watched her delicate fingers tugging her panties to the side. Would she? He hadn't anticipated, certainly hadn't planned. But he'd have been foolish to object if this wanton girl wanted to skewer herself upon him.
No, more teasing. For instead he felt her tight lips kissing his cock. The blood surged, the member jerking in response. It practically begged to be slid inside her. For her to just rise a little further with that movement. but instead he felt her rubbing her button against him. he'd taught her her body and she worked to get it now. The girl pushed against him with a feverish desire that fed into his own flames. He felt the seed shooting up from his swollen testicles, teased so often by this lush beauty. It filled his cock, swelling it almost immediately.
"Yes," he hissed, his voice raspy, his eyes boring into hers. "Yes, that's it, Miss Granger. We're almost... there," he grunted as he felt the seed beginning to slip out of the head of his cock, coming out in small spurts. His muscles flexed, both beneath his robes and at his hips. Just a little more and he'd be exploding over her sex. Even now she could surely feel his thick seed running against her soaked sex. Their juices rubbed all along his cock, as if marinating the impressive shaft. It jerked and swelled and he could feel the eruption building from deep within his balls, ready to coat the outside of Miss Granger's sex for the first, but most definitely not the last time.
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This really wasn't how Hermione had envisioned the evening to go, but Hermione was the type who made do with the unexpected...even if she had quite directly brought about the unexpected herself. In her defense, Aalihadtold her to make things more interesting.
Hermione whimpered as she felt Aali's cock jerk in response to the change in sensation, biting her lip. This was what she had wanted. She glanced down hazily and caught sight of Aali beginning to come, his thick seed already dripping from her slick sex, and she gasped, flushing. The rational side of her knew to pull awaythis was certainly risky behavior. Instead, however, she wasn't quite able to keep herself from continuing on, from rubbing against Aali's cock, unable to keep herself from moaning, and her arousal continued to build, and build, and build
With a cry, Hermione reached her climax, her own juices intermingling with the beginning of Aali's orgasm. She kept herself pressed to Aali's cock as wave after wave hit her, arching up against him. It was easy to imagine how coming with Aali's cock inside of her might feel, and Hermione found herself wishing, wondering what that might feel likebecause really, was there much of a difference? She was essentially sans panties, his cock pressed to her sex; would his cock being inside of her be such a leap, in terms of what she was engaging in?
Even if this was all for points. Even if she was feeling thisgoodfor points. "Professor," Hermione whimpered dazedly, her climax continuing, albeit finally beginning to subside. She could barely hold herself upright; her thighs trembled with the effort, although she somehow kept herself from sinking down and therefore onto Aali's cock.
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A sharp cry and then the girl grinding herself upon Aali came. He could feel her juices coursing down his shaft, sliding directly over his cock for the first time. The sheer warmth of the liquid caused the man's cock to surge as strong as ever. The knowledge that it came from this highly attractive student made his cock strain mightily. And the sensation of her climaxing sex pushed against his cock pushed him fully over the edge. The professor groaned guttural as he felt the semen pumping out from him. She'd jerked and came, sliding her wet sex about him, working against her. And he felt his cock return in time.
First a solid burst, a surge of semen spraying out, catching the girl's skirt before sliding down onto her panties and sex. Then a continued fountaining, almost looking like a child's science project in action. Pulse after pulse pushed the seed running down the shaft, pouring over the throbbing cock and seeping against her. Aali remained bodily still, but the jerking cock pressed against the girl as she rocked. He could feel her thrusting against him, utilizing his cock to achieve her orgasm, lost in the moment. that sheer bliss milked more seed from the man's cock, glazing the girl's sex in a glistening sheen of pearly white. Aali smiled as he saw the semen splattering the front of Hermione's now bared sex. He'd shifted, making sure to paint her front with his jerking spray. The bits would no doubt ooze into the nooks and crannies of Hermione's insides.
Aali rolled his hips slightly, continuing to use his cock as a brush to smear the semen across her, painting her still trembling sex. He felt her struggling to keep upright, so he finally released his hands, taking her by the waist. "Well, Miss Granger," he said, lifting her bodily, 'I think we can agree that you certainly earned your points and then some." He moved the girl, positioned her just so. Her painted sex hovered just above his domed, still twitching cock. Aali rolled the girl slightly, smearing his head over her lips as a few more jets painted just at the outside. He lowered just slightly, forcing her sex to kiss him, before rising, placing her onto his desk.
He set her on the furniture as if he were handling a child. Then his hand went down, tucked her panties back into place over her freshly painted and likely quite sensitive sex, and spent a few seconds adjusting things. Then he flipped her skirt back down, smiling at the obvious stains along it.
"There we go," he said, nodding and settling back down, tucking his own still throbbing member into the folds of his robes, "I believe that is sufficient for this evening, don't you agree, Miss Granger? Two hundred points for Gryffindor: I'll see you in the morning."
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As Hermione came down from her climax, she gasped, startled at the sheer volume of the evidence of Aali's own orgasm. Apparently his cock's size was matched in its virility. She winced, fidgeting at the sensation of Aali's seed against her sex, leaving it dripping, despite her half-hearted attempts to close her legs. She certainly would have to go through more than one cleaning spell, in regards to her uniformeven her skirt stuck to her thighs, slick with the combination of Aali's seed and her own slickness.
She was even forced to contend with Aali pushing his cock against her, smearing his seed across her sex in its wake. "Th-this wasn't part of our agreement," Hermione protested, having recalled that she was putting herself through all this for the sake of points towards Gryffindor now that she had been sated. She blinked, startled, as he grasped her waist, holding her above her cock. Surely he wasn't going to...there was no way he would be able to get hard again after that, certainly. Hermione gasped as Aali began to draw her downwards, knowing that rationally, she ought to protest, and...relaxing, just slightly, as his intentions became apparent as he halted, so that he could coat her sex a little more thoroughly.
And then, it was over. He set Hermione down on the desk, setting her panties back into place, leaving Hermione with the uncomfortable and slightly knowledge of the copious amount of semen within, combined with her own wetness. She fidgeted, wincing at the sensation. "I-I'm not sure if this is safe, really" she ventured hesitantly; what if some found its way inside of her? The solution would be to take her panties off and hurry back to her dormitory to clean up, but...that would mean that the evidence of what they had done would follow her, as she certainly would be dripping. She would have to bear it until she returned, she decided, with a slight wince.
Hermione looked up as Aali spoke to her, drawn out of her thoughts. Two hundred points. That was enough to distract her from her panties. "In the morning?" she echoed, slightly irritated. Again, he was so certain that she would be returning. She slid off of his desk, steadying herself with a hand against it when it became apparent how shaky on her feet she was.
"Perhaps," she allowed, not quite able to meet his eyes as she tried her best to put herself back into some semblance of order. She straightened, then, ignoring the slightly unpleasant sensation of how soaked her panties wereshe would be able to clean up soon enough. "Goodnight, then, sir," she called with stiff formality as she left, hurrying back to her dormitory. Hopefully the prefect's bath would be unoccupied.
Despite her apparent reluctance, she was back in Aali's office the next morning, with a new pair of panties, as requested. "This will have to be quick, as Idohave class, professor," Hermione informed him, shutting the door behind her. She reached to pull up her skirt to reveal the second pair of panties from the catalogue; these were lacy and black, with a heart-shaped cutout at the front, showing off just a little bit more bare skin than was decent. It had been a daring choice, for Hermione, and she'd been the tiniest bit nervous walking to Aali's office, keeping her skirt down close to her thighs with her hands.
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Half-hearted protests that sounded more like rote reactions than actual reality. Aali had heard them, heard Hermione blustering and attempting to insist that she didn't want this even as her sex kept trembling so very near his cock. Yes, he could take her. She might verbally resist, or, much more likely, insist on receiving more points, but she would've allowed him to slide herself inside.
Was it safe? Perhaps not. Did he care? Not in the slightest. If anything, the idea simply turned him on all the more, caused his erection to start to rise again almost immediately. Just the thought of the girl walking back to her dorm, his seed kept pressed against her still sensitive sex, nearly sent another little climax shooting through Aali. The points salved that wound, and she unsteadily walked away. He watched her go, noting the slight sway of her skirt just around her tight little rear. Then it was a matter of cleaning up and preparing his next move. For he had no doubt; tomorrow would be Hermione's last day as a virgin. He'd come dangerously close today, nearly had her skewering herself. But tomorrow, tomorrow what he had planned would have the girl giving way, points or no.
He arrived slightly early, his enthusiasm making sleep less a necessity. He'd barely arrived and gathered up his materials when Hermione had entered. He turned to greet her, noticing her already coming in, already lifting up her panties. he took a step back noting the color, the shape, and raising his brows. "Ten points for Gryffindor," he said, nodding again. He gestured, however, "but I'd like you to keep it up, if you will. As you said, we should probably make this rather on the quick side. I have a relatively simple request of you this morning, and it's one that won't even require you to touch me more than a few moments. As you know, I experiment with various magical technologies," he gestured around his office before nodding. "One of those devices is this," he held up what appeared to be a very small looking vice of some kind, with a slight orb attached. Bits of energy appeared to be swirling in the orb, almost flashing in different shades of violet and pink.
"What I am willing to do is offer you one hundred and fifty points to simply wear this for the day," he said, nodding toward her. He held up a hand. "But there are two catches. First, you cannot ask where it's going. Second, once it is on, I am the only one who can remove it. But that should be fairly simple, considering that all I'm doing is asking you to wear something for a few hours. This should be the easiest points you've ever made for your house."
And he held the seemingly harmless yet somehow erotic looking device up, wiggling it slightly between his thumb and forefinger, taunting Hermione ever so subtly with it.
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Again, Aali seemed to find his work at least nearly as interesting as Hermione in front of him, holding her skirt upreally, his nonchalance was slightly insulting. She sighed, continuing to hold her skirt up nonetheless, as directed. Rather than beckon her over, however, Aali informed her that their session that morning would be quick after all. Hermione frowned, a little perplexed. She hadn't been serious, truthfullyand when had Aali ever shown any preference for making things quick? Instead, he pulled out something that looked almost like...a piece of jewelry.
One hundred and fifty points. Hermione brightened. That was nearly as much as she had earned the previous evening, and all for helping him test out some sort of magical device. As...interestingas their previous sessions had been, she did have a few classes that she needed to pay attention in that day, after the previous few days of absorbing absolutely nothing that the teacher was saying, no thanks to the man that was in front of her.
She frowned, however, eying the object Aali held in his hand with a little bit of suspicion. There had to be a catch, of course...but, it looked harmless.You're rather timid for a Gryffindor. Perhaps she needed to prove to Aali just how wrong he was.
"Alright," she said, straightening. "I'll do it. As long as we make this quick, I have to head straight to class after this."
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Aali could almost see the joy on the student's face as she head the points. Doubtless she figured this would be ever so easy to earn points. Just wear something? Or perhaps she'd have second or even third thoughts. He'd required so much, surely there had to be some sort of trick. He'd already prepared counterarguments for such a thing, ways of nudging her one way or another. That look of suspicion had several bubbling to the surface of his mind, ready on his tongue. Instead, however, he found himself swallowing them and smiling.
"Every bit the Gryffindor!" he said almost too cheerily. "Twenty points for the willingness, Miss Granger," he nodded, again not caring about the actual numbers, simply flinging them around with almost too casual a nature. He tapped his fingers on the little device again, seeming to hover it near her for a moment. She did say to make it quick, however. And so Aali ducked down between Hermione's thighs.
"You'll feel a slight pinch," he informed her. His fingers went upward, pulling aside her tender flesh for a few moments. He moved almost surgically, as if not at all aroused by the virginal folds. All temptations were shoved aside in favor of his goal. Fingers found a clitoral hood. Pushed it back, bared the little nub, and with an almost ominous click, the device fastened itself neatly around Hermione's clitoris. Two metal bands lightly pinched the tender flesh for a moment before the magic kicked in. That orb flashed a pale pink as the pressure points seemed to almost dissolve, the device merging with the girl for a few moments. Aali watched, almost enraptured, as his device solidified onto the girl's most tender little nub.
"Now," he said, tapping it before rising, "there's a charm on this that will prevent your hands from drifting anywhere near it. As I said," he looked into her eyes, "I am the only one who can remove it. What you will find is--ah, it's started," for the device had flashed a deep reddish purple. Soon Hermione would feel tingling all around her clitoris. The device sent little magical sensations coursing through the little nub: this time, shocks. Othertimes, it would be vibrations or rubbing, or even heat. Aali saw the swirling magical power source, knowing that the tantric magicks of his homeland worked its wonders upon her. "Well, I think it should be rather obvious what it does by now. Don't worry though."
He reached for the skirt, flipping it down to cover her, pulling it slightly to hide the device from sight. "It will stop before your climax," he met her eyes again, his smile devilish. "Every time." And no touching. At. All.
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Hermione's high spirits shifted back into suspicion at Aali's cheery response. It couldn't bethateasy, could it? Twenty points for her willingness, on top of everything? She watched him tap his fingers on the devicewhatever it was, it had to be more magical than mechanical. Much to her confusion, Aali ducked down.
"A pinch?" she echoed, perplexed, and then gasped, startled, as she felt Aali's fingers on her sex. "W-what are you" she began to squeak, reaching down to push him away, but Aali had already moved fast; there was a click, and with a pinch that made her whimper, the device was affixed to her clit. Then, a little bit of heat, as it seemed to affix itself to her body. She reached down instinctively, to remove it, but strangely enough, there was a spark, almost a shocking sensation in her hands, and she pulled them back quickly. Outraged, she looked back up at Aali, now standing.
"Professor!" she protested. "Surely you don't" She gasped, her train of thought interrupted as she began to feel shocks in an altogether different location from her hands, that weren't entirely painful. Much to Hermione's embarrassment, the given how sensitive she was, the shocks were almostpleasurable, and she reached out to steady herself against Aali as her knees buckled. Already, she could feel herself beginning to get wet. "Professor," she hissed, angrily this time, and then "Professor!" again, this time with shock, as he made it clear that she wouldn't be reaching her climax with this device on.
"I-I can't go to class like this!" she protested, whimpering and pressing her thighs together as the device shocked her again. She couldn't even touch herselfbut really, she reminded herself, did she need to? She was a Gryffindor. She had some fortitude. After she became used to the device, she would be able to ignore it, surely. Hermione released her grip on Aali's robes, trying her best to straighten as she shot a glare at him. "One hundred and eighty points, total. I'm not going to forget."
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It had been good that he'd moved quickly. Otherwise Hermione might have intercepted, blocked, stopped him from affixing the device he knew full well would be her downfall. He had heard the squeaks and felt the squirms and still managed to complete what he'd been intending. Aali did have to lift his brows in slight surprise as Hermione almost immediately attempted to reach down to her sex. Hadn't she heard what he'd said? or was it simply too much for the girl?
The stuttering words almost led him to believe it the former. He had to smile as the stopped midsentence, the girl realizing precisely what she'd agreed to. The knees buckled and his cock surged slightly. He could almost smell her arousal, wafting through. The rage that bubbled up from her hardly mattered: she'd agreed to this. Any record would show as much. True, she hadn't a clue what she'd signed on for, but she'd agreed. "Come now, Miss Granger. What did you expect?" he asked, spreading his arms wide. He'd been rather transparent in his motives up until now. A girl as intelligent as Hermione had to have realized what was going on.
The whimper, the squirm, it made him all the harder. She'd had the thing on forsecondsand already whined like this? Oh, seeing her in several hours would be a simply delicious treat, one he fully intended to savor to its fullest. "I actually don't care if you attend class or not," he said, shrugging slightly. "Though it would be so disappointing if Miss Granger missed class. I know how important learning is to you. The device is, as you'll note, perfectly silent," he had to smile slightly at that. It wouldn't be nearly so silent if she actually pressed her clit against anything hard. Or sat wrong. Or attempted to rub herself. The aversion charm should just direct her hands away, sort of nonchalantly suggesting that she move her hand somewhere else.
"One hundred and eighty," the professor agreed, nodding. "Oh, and I do expect to see you in my class, at the least," he had to smile at that, nodding. "I'm sure you'll want to check in with me then," in point of fact he half expected her to be nearly desperate. That was at least three hours from now: three hours of near constant clitoral stimulation specifically designed to stop short of climax. There was no other phrase for this besides sexual torture. Aali had designed it partially with that in mind. It also happened to work wonders at making certain that the clitoris had the stimulating power it should. Given how Hermione already reacted to clitoral stimulation, well, it may leave her slightly sensitive there for a while.
Yes, Aali was definitely looking forward to seeing the results of this test. The tent in the front of his robes confirmed that all too well.
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Hermione gritted her teeth, trying to ignore the persistent tingling associated with the device, and shot Aali a glare...although really, it was partially her fault, for leaping sans looking. She ought to have known that Aali's 'experiments with magical technologies' would be as perverse as his experiments with Hermione herself. "Y-you do have a point," she admitted, a little unsteadily.
Obviously, she had to attend classHermione had never missed a class once, in her entire academic career at Hogwarts. A little bit of tingling wasn't going to make her mar her perfect record. Besides, as Aali pointed out, the device was silent; no one would realize what was happening to Hermione as long as Hermione didn't make it evident herself...and she certainly didn't plan on doing so. "I'll see you in class," she said stiffly, taking a deep breath before making her way to the door. She would be able to manage this. Once she got used to the sensations, she would be able to tune it out, surely.
Hermione didn't make a habit of being wrong, but in this case, her assumptions had been tragically off the mark. By the middle of her first class, Hermione was uncomfortable, to say the least. She squirmed in her seat, pressing her thighs together, trying her best to make herself come without touching herself, but it was futile; the device would stop short, Hermione barely able to hold back her whimper of frustration. Once she got used to the tingling and the shocks, the device would begin to vibrate; once she got used to the vibrating, it began to rub her. She could barely pay attention to her professor, and her handwriting was an illiterate scrawl.
By her second class, Hermione wasdesperate. She gripped her desk tightly, her breathing ragged, her panties soaked throughshe didn't want to check her seat, but there was certainly a wet spot. The device was on the vibration setting through most of it, and when it stopped short, Hermione wasn't able to conceal a frustrated moan, drawing curious looks from the boys sitting around hernaturally, she had this class and the next with Slytherin. As she fidgeted, the device briefly became audible, the vibration rattling against her seat, drawing even more stares, and she flushed, embarrassed.
Her next class was Professor Samara's. By that point, Hermione was scarcely able to think of much beyond how badly she wanted to come and howfuriousshe was at Aali for putting her through this. She glared at him before being distracted by the rubbing in her pantiesand then, something like a tongue. It was as though someone was eating her out, right there, like Aali had done the day before. She pressed a hand to her mouth to stifle a whimper, arching against the slick spot she left on her seat, practically dry-humping the chair as she had Aali's cock.
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Such stiffness, every inch the proper British schoolgirl even with a toy attached to her clit. Aali continued to smile, watching the girl walk out again, noting every little twitch and tremble. Just how would she handle the device, he wondered? He already knew that, at the least, she wouldn't lose her mind. Not someone as sharp as Hermione. But, alas, he had his own class to teach, his own lessons to deal out. The first class did prove something of a logistics challenge, given the erection the professor sported. He'd had to awkwardly move around, counting on the voluminous robes to hide his throbbing cock. His able mind could teach while still wondering how things must be going for Miss Granger. How many settings had she experienced? Would something cause her to break? Or would someone find out her naughty little secret?
Though by the second class, Miss Granger was more of an idol thought than a focus. He kept teaching, and then, at last, he saw her enter. Aali's eyes scanned each of his students in turn, but they lingered upon Hermione. Yet again he watched her movements. Naturally he noted her glare shot at him, and returned with an almost Buddha-esque smile and nod. She'd retained her fire: excellent. He'd been hoping for that. he wanted her to approach him and make demands, after all.
The class began, a regular lesson on devices that could help with measuring magical potential, useful things to help determine whether a wizard or witch would actually become a wizard or witch or perhaps turn into something akin to a squib. There was a fairly basic lecture that Aali had delivered enough times to practically sleep through. No, of far more interest to him was his little pet. Naturally Miss Granger sat up front, which made her quite easy to pick out. Aali took note of her hand moving to her mouth, and how her hips rolled ever so slightly. How close could she pay attention to a lecture? Even someone as focused as her? Aali couldn't help but wonder, and, well, he had the opportunity to play with her a little bit. Actually, he had quite the marvelous idea, one that he felt would fit in quite well. True, he'd originally hoped to build her to a fever pitch, but something told him that, say, one orgasm wouldn't do more besides add fuel to the fire.
First, he instructed the students to begin working on their own devices. They were to start constructing a simple project out of provided kits that would allow them to start detecting magic in biological entities. Given that the room happened to be filled with such entities, it was easy enough to test. The exercise also allowed Aali the freedom to roam and check on students. He spoke with a few, pausing to draw out his wand, tapping a few joints here and there, fixing things, before moving over to Miss Granger.
"How is the device?" he asked casually. He flicked his wand subtly, as if pointing to it as he had all the others. What the other classmates wouldn't know is that the simple flick had momentarily altered the modes in Hermione's clitoral companion. It would, for a moment, rev up just enough to allow her an orgasm. The good professor was feeling slightly magnanimous, after all. Why, he even gave her the opportunity to muffle her words with a spell or to even make it perhaps a little less noticeable what afflicted her.
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Much to Hermione's relief, Aali didn't lecture for longinstead, he instructed the students to begin working on the device they each had in front of them. Not that Hermione had the faintest idea what the device was. She couldn't recall a single word from the brief lecture Aali had given at the start of class. She'd had more important things to focus on; namely, the rubbing sensation against her clit.
The noise of the students talking amongst themselves, however, meant that Hermione didn't have to focus so intently on keeping quieta gasp here and there or a frustrated whimper went unnoticed. At least, by everyone except her professor. Aali approached her soon enoughtaking his time to get to her, of course.
"The d-device," she bit out. "Is" Hermione wasn't able to complete her sentence. Instead, with a flick of his wand, the vibration intensified, and just as quickly, Hermione's orgasm hit her hard. She moaned just before she was able to clap a hand over her mouth, slumping over her desk and resting heavily on her elbows, her thighs trembling as she struggled to remain upright. Wave after wave wracked her, until Hermione was left panting and quivering...but still assaulted by the vibrations of the device, albeit at a lower level. She whimpered unhappily.
It didn't quite count as being sated if the device continued to stimulate her despite her post-orgasm sensitivity, but nonetheless, it was a relief, even if it certainly didn't help how soaked her panties were. "I-I can't take anymore," she told Aali, a little desperately. "H...haven't you done enoughresearchon this thing, c-can't you take it off now"
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That moan sent another surge of lust into Aali's member. He felt it surge, nearly lifting his robes as if someone had cast a spell upon them. Then seeing the girl, slapping a hand over her mouth, slumping over, clearly succumbing to a deep clitoral orgasm, it nearly made Aali want to blow his load then and there. He had little doubt that if he'd offered to alleviate her "suffering" by pulling up her robes and taking her then and there, Hermione would have actually paused to consider it. Every bit of the willful teenager seemed set to tremble, and it made the professor smile.
Another flick and the device returned to teasing. If anything, Aali would be willing to wager that things would beworsethan before. Hermione now knew that the thing causing her such frustration could grant pleasure. Her body would remember it, crave it. Furthermore everything between her legs would be that much more sensitive, that much more wanting, that much more needy. Aali had little doubt that Miss Granger would be staining every chair she sat it with a portion of her juices.
A desperate whisper offered confirmation. Aali raised his brows, leaning over. "Giving up so soon?" he asked. He nodded toward the kit in front of her, putting on the show for the others. "Clearly you're going to need to put in some more practice after class if you want to succeed, Miss Granger. I've high hopes for you. I fully believe that you can be the best student I've ever had." He pulled up, speaking loud enough for the class: "Make sure to meet with me after class, Miss Granger."
He smiled and then went back to strolling, commenting on students' projects as he want. At least one other sharp student earned some points for their house without having to spread their legs. Of course, the paltry five wouldn't matter much so long as Miss Granger kept earning hundreds daily. But Aali had seen the hourglass in the hall. Someone in both Ravenclaw and Slytherin had apparently gotten a very similar idea, as they were all pulling ahead. Gryffindor still outranked Ravenclaw, but rival Slytherin had a very narrow margin. Aali fully intended to exploit that, along with Hermione's current condition.
First, the class. He finished teaching, assigned the completion of the device as homework, then waited patiently while the various students filed out. He noticed at least one student pausing by Hermione's desk. The young man seemed to hesitate for a moment, giving Hermione a strange look before casting a look to the floor. A friend called him away before he could say or do anything, but Aali suspected that at least one other person might have been clued in to their little game. He waited for the room to clear before looking expectantly at Miss Granger.
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Hermione gritted her teeth, pressing her thighs together as the device began to tease again. How long was this going to last? She couldn't remember the first thing about what she'd learned in her classes that day. Her notesshe could tell from a glancewere an illegible scrawl. Going to class hadn't been the best decision, perhaps...but really, she wasn't going to ruin her perfect attendance record over something as trivial as this.
Even though, of course, the device felt far from trivial, particularly now. Post-orgasm, Hermione was even more sensitive than before, if anything; her panties were certainly soaked by now, as well as the chair underneath her. It was a pity she couldn't remember a simple cleaning charm. She was barely able to parse what Aali was sayingshe flushed, as she realized he'd asked her a question. Rightthere? In class? Someone could have overheard.
"I-I'mnot, it's just" she managed to whisper, frustratedly, before realizing that Aali was referring to a different device; the one on the table, more specifically, as opposed to the device in her panties. He stood there, as though he were entirely unaffected, while Hermione was beingtortured, effectively. She pressed a hand to her mouth to cover a moan as the device switched back to its vibration setting, her other hand gripping the table tightly.
The rest of the class wasn't that much better. Hermione was unable to even begin to focus on her classwork. Instead, her attention was on her device; howwetshe was; how it continued to stop,justshort of an orgasm not once, but three times. It seemed as though she was peaking with increasing frequency, much to her dismay, and she wasn't able to do much but try to keep herself as quiet as she could...although, apparently, she hadn't been quiet enough. The bell rang, much to her relief, but as the rest of the class filed out, one of her classmates hesitated, lingering. She could feel his eyes on her, and she flushed bright red, staring down at her incomprehensible notes, trying her best to keep from grinding down against the device in her panties.
Much to her relief, however, he was called away, leaving Hermione finallyfinallyalone with Aali in the classroom. She got up, relinquishing her grip on the table, her knees nearly buckling before she caught her balance. "I-I've worn this enough," she managed, a little desperately, as she steadied herself with a hold on Aali's desk. "R-really, sir, I'm sure y-you've obtained enough data for your research"
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The torture continued. Aali watched Hermione's face, saw her hand go up, knew that she kept suppressing orgasm after orgasm. The desire to cum had to be almost painful by the time class ended. He hadn't quite been able to count or really keep track, but he knew there had to be several, more than several, enough to draw at least some attention and no doubt leave the girl feeling quite flustered.
Ah, yes, bright red. Aali had to hide a slight smile at that. He had figured that there would be a public aspect to their relationship, though he didn't intend for it to quite reach all the wrong channels. most of the people here wouldn't care overmuch what he or Hermione did. She was something of a champion, one of the Chosen One's friends and an absolutely stellar student. So what if she engaged in a little illicit sexual contact? As for him, he was the star of his field, an agent of an entirely different Ministry and school. Should he get caught, he could always make some excuse, or even utilize Hermione's age. She had to be at least old enough to consent... at least as far as Aali was concerned.
They were alone now. He looked to her, saw her having trouble nearly standing. "Really?" he said, arching a brow. "Because I don't believe that being part of our arrangement." his voice dropped slightly as he leaned forward. "The agreement was that you would wear this device for the day. I'm not certain what you think constitutes a day, Miss Granger, but it is certainly more than a few classes," he reached down between her legs, pressing hard, practically jamming the thing against her. "I also think that you're quite aware that you're not exactly in control here, are you? You'll earn your points, but you'll do it as I say."
He let his fingers run for a moment, gathering some juices. He pulled the hand away, studying his fingers. "I am the only one who can remove it, and likely the only one who can even touch you down there, Miss Granger," he said, his eyes meeting hers. "You will earn your points. If you need to skip classes or go to the Nurse's office, I'll write you an excuse. I'll remove it for you," he nodded toward her, "at the end of the day," another pause, "when you come to my private chambers," he met her eyes now, "ready for what I'm sure you've been expecting for some time."
He'd teased, he'd tormented, he'd ramped up her sexual desires and tenderness enough. It was time to finally do what they'd been hinting toward, teasing of, for days now. She would enter his bedchambers. He would do as he said: remove the device. And then he would spread her legs and take her. Or she would have to try and figure out some other way of achieving sexual relief. She may be smart, talented, but she wouldn't let someone else know. That, and she would know, her body would know, who could grant her relief. he stood in front of her. Her body would yield, would make the excuse as she had been. He didn't care about the reason. He cared about the result.
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Aali's voice dropped, and he leaned forward, looming over her, and Hermione's heart beat a little bit faster. "The day i-is nearly over," Hermione protested weakly, even if, for once, her heart wasn't into her argument; Hermione had always been the logical sort, a rule-follower, and she wasn't stupidshe knew well enough what she had agreed to, in order to receive her points. Butreally. Even if she was as honorable as the average Gryffindor, if not so, there was no way that she would last the entire day without being able to comewithout even being able totouchherself.
As though Aali could read her thoughts, all of a sudden, his hand was between her legs, pushing the device into with enough force that its vibrations were duller, heavier, and Hermione gasped, her knees buckling as she caught herself against Aali's chest, her hands fisted in his robes. "S-sir!" she managed to squeak in protest, caught between going up on her toes to avoid the sensation and grinding down against Aali's fingers. She pressed a hand to her mouth to stifle a moan, on the cusp of another orgasm, barely able to focus on what Aali was saying, and
and just like that, his hand was gone, and Hermione was left with the device's base setting, more maddening than intense. She stumbled back with a frustrated whimperand this was allhisfault, she thought, shooting him a stony glare. He knew that she couldn't possibly go to the nurse. The only thing worse than this entire situation was the prospect of having to hide it from the nurse...or worse, having to explain it. The nurse had certainly dealt with her share of wands stuck in sensitive places, but nothing of the kind in connection to Hermione Granger.
What she had been expecting for some time. Hermione blinked. It took her a second to parse what he meant, and she gasped, reddening even further. "Professor!" she managed, shocked. "H-how could you ask for such a thing?" As though he were so certain that she would giving something of the sort up, just like thatreally, Hermione was offended. "I-I think I'd better leave," she said sternly, or as sternly as she could manage, given the way her voice hitched as the device abruptly shifted again from the vibration to the shock setting.
She would get the device off herself, she thought, as she left in a huff, albeit more than a little unsteadily. She didn't need Aali's help; she was a perfectly capable witch. She would remove the device, focus her attention on...herself, briefly, and then continue on earning points without Aali's guidance. Although really, it was a little bit of a pity; her fingers weren't quite as big as his. Andhisfingers weren't quite as big as...she bit her lip. What would that feel like? There were certainly a few items at the back of the catalogue she had received that would give her something of an idea, but she would have to order it and wait for it to arrive...and plastic, or whatever the wizarding equivalent would be, certainly wasn't a substitute for the real thing. At least, Hermione was fairly certain. It wasn't like she would know firsthandand if Hermione was to be entirely honest with herself, that left her the tiniest bit disappointed. Knowledge, of course, was Hermione's area of interest.
Somehow, Hermione managed to last three more classes, even with the new distraction at hand. She tried her best to mull over Aali's proposition as rationally as she could; to think with her brain rather than a portion of her anatomy that was further south. This was a difficult task. Even so, she reasonedwas it so different from what they had been doing, what he was asking? He'd already become intimately acquainted with her. The Slytherin girls were certainly up to worse. Perhaps it would be a good thing, even, to learn from someone with a great deal of experience...and, of course, it would be a good thing to earn some more points for her house.
Hermione had certainly never envisioned using the Marauder's Map for such a purpose, but she had stormed off before Aali could let her know where his private chambers were located, and Hermione had to take things into her own hands. She had located his footprints, indicated by the A. Samara inscribed underneath them, and stolen away from her dormitory once again, trying her best to keep herself quiet as the device kept her from what felt like her hundredth almost-orgasm of the day. But finallyafter what felt like an eternity, certainly the longest day that she had ever hadshe stood in front of a door, and knocked.
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A gasp, a reddening of the face, and the stuttering girl looked up at her professor. He stared back, his face impassive. How could he ask for such a thing? Had she not been expecting it? The girl acted truly scandalized, which almost struck Aali as amusing. To think that she could still manage such protests while a device hummed away at her clitoris, making her as sensitive as a woman could possibly be. The offense showed in her face as she stammered through protests. The professor had to fight the urge to laugh in her face. As if she was in any position to resist him. He gestured toward the door at her offer, watching her leave, noting the jerky motions of a sexually charged girl.
Should he feel guilty about this? Demanding, blackmailing, cajoling a young beauty such as Hermione Granger into spreading her legs struck him as being some sort of cardinal offense... or perhaps a great service. For wouldn't the girl rise from the bed changed, more sexually aware than she had been when she'd first arrived? A girl as striking as Hermionedeservedto be sexually experienced. She had the intelligence, the natural skill, the beauty to become someone who practically enchanted dicks and even females should she choose. Clearly without Aali's help her thighs would've remained sealed, locked together. If he had to use a little force to prize them apart, well, that was a small price to pay.
Naturally his mind could paint the picture as well. The slender girl mounting upon his impressive cock. Riding him while her small tits bounced, while her girlish tie floated freely. She'd glare at him at first, before the glare turned into a whimper. For the need she would be experiencing at that point would be impossibly strong. And he had no intention not to make it pleasant for her: quite the contrary. She would cum as she had never cum before, squeezing a cock and milking him, her body finally receiving what it truly craved. Yes, he would be doing her a favor.
While Aali didn't have it nearly as rough as Hermione, he did have to carefully hide his erection for a few classes. The lessons generally were set up in such a way as to allow him to carefully adjust his robes or even hide it while sitting down. There were times when he almost considered relieving the pressure again. He stopped himself, however: he wanted that to be Hermione's job after all. The time would pass with excruciating slowness, and soon classes would end and he would be retiring to his private chamber.
The professor remained dressed in the flowing dark robes most of the staff preferred. Intricate silk would cover and contain his straining erection, the front already threatening to stain. He began hunched at a desk, working through some personal projects. The devices had already been set to record, angled throughout the room as to catch the action from every possible viewing point. After all, a first time only happened once. Surely Hermione would want a souvenir of the event. And Aali could already feel his cock straining at the thought of getting to see Miss Granger from several angles while she rode upon his erection.
Finally, a knock. Aali flicked the door and it opened. The professor turned to look toward Miss Granger, a slight smile on her face. "Enter, Hermione," he said, nodding and gesturing for her to come in. He wanted to see how she fared now that she'd had ever so many near orgasms. As he'd stated previously: sometimes a woman literally lost her mind. With Hermione, he almost expected her to simply become more frustrated and demanding than ever. The thought amused him even as it caused his cock to surge. Regardless of how she behaved, she would still have the very physical arousal throbbing between her girlish legs.
"And clearly state what you came here for," he concluded, nodding. He wanted it stated as a sort of verbal contract... and for the recordings to pick up quite clearly.
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Of course, Aali didn't seem to be...botheredwhatsoever. Nor did he seem to be surprised, which was all the more irritating. He used her name, though, rather than Miss Granger, and somehow, that took her aback; it was more intimate. Nevermind that Hermione had certainly become slightly more intimate with him than a first-name basis. She entered as directed, quicklyshe couldn't imagine what would happen if she had been caught. Even Hermione Granger couldn't quite explain away why she was in the teachers' wing of the castle so late at night. Getting here had been nerve-wracking enough. The night, quiet and still as it was, made the sound of the device humming away between her legs all the more apparent. It was one thing to conceal that in a crowded classroom, and it was another to do the same when every little sound Hermione made echoed throughout the halls.
At Aali's question, she reddened. What she came for...apt wording, considering the fact that Hermionehadn'ttoday. Regarding the intended nature of the question, she had worked through some of her answer in her head, at least, as best as she could manage, given how difficult it had been to focus. She bit back a groan as the device switched to a rubbing sensation again, pressing her thighs together frustratedly
"F-five hundred points," she said, with as much firmness she could manage. "Minimum. And I'll" Hermione went redder still, glancing behind her, as though someone was there behind them, listening in. She took a deep breath, then, looking back to Aali. "A-and I'll have sex with you," she said quickly, wanting to get the words out before she had to consider them further.
She'd gone over this enough, certainly, and it had taken her a while to come to the conclusion that thisreallywasn't much different from what she had been offering previously. Hermione had already had his fingers inside of her; what was a different part of his body? It would be quick. The fact that she would get to come was, of course, just a bonus, or so she told herself.
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Hmm, intriguing. Aali was almost tempted to just go along with it, to take the points offer. Why did he care how many points each house received? That had been part of his strategy all along. So long as he got this girl to spread her legs for him, to sink her sex onto his throbbing cock, why should he care or quibble about the price? He considered as she stammered through, grew red, clearly stated what she intended to do. He'd gotten her verbal agreement. Recorded. There went any chance she had of claiming rape later, a thought that made his lips twitch slightly.
"Five hundred points," he repeated, tapping his fingers together. "Wouldn't that give you such a lead as to never return to me again? Seems rather short-sighted of me to give away my new favorite toy so very soon. Plus, it's hard enough to cover when I'm giving you over a hundred points a day as it is. A leap that drastic, well, there's no telling what would happen," he closed his eyes, considering. Again he could practically hear the parts of his brain that acted between his legs screaming. He didn't, after all, want to chase her away. He opened his eyes, looked to her. "I'm also curious: do you have a plan if I say no? Because," he looked down between her legs, "right now, you have a device between your legs that you allowed there quite willingly, thrumming away at you. How many near orgasms have you had? Several dozen? A hundred? There's no way for you to remove it without some explanation, and the strength of charm required to counteract what I laid upon it would require quite the strong witch or wizard," he looked up at her. She might be able to do it herself, with practice. And how would she get a chance to practice removing such things from a body? It wasn't as if she'd find willing volunteers to ask to have wands pointed at their vaginas.
"Three hundred points," he looked up at her. "I choose where I cum. We stop when I say so, not you." There would be no arguing, his words promised that. The points would just barely give Gryffindor a lead, if he'd read the hourglasses correctly. Aali had little doubt that Snape would soon be following suit, and that poor little Hermione would find herself having less and less room to wiggle. Because, after all, you could only sell your virginity once.
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Hermione hadn'ttrulyhoped for five hundred points, although it would have been nice. She could only give up her virginity once; she couldn't start too low, or else Aali would bargain down to something even lower. Three hundred points wasn't a terrible offer, for a night's workshe got five points for answering a question correctly in class, usually, to demonstrate the scale. Three hundred points would push Gryffindor into the lead. Was it really such a terrible thing, to give up her virginity for such a worthy cause? Dumbledore was gone, after allthere would be no sudden and quite frankly perplexing addition of however many points were necessary to award Gryffindor the house cup at the end of the year.
"I-Iama strong witch, sir," Hermione protested as she fidgeted. "I w-would figure something out, it's hardlyVoldemort, is it" She cut herself off; it wouldn't do to show how frustrated she was. Nevermind that she'd tried everything that she could think of to get rid of the device. It had been a miracle that she hadn't injured herself, but then again, it was impossible to avoid a little bit of recklessness after the thirtieth almost-orgasm. Thankfully, the worst she'd done to herself was a few seconds of freezing cold, when a spell had gone wrong while the shock setting was on. That had been uncomfortable, certainly, but it also hadn't lasted long.
Three hundred points, for getting the device off, and losing her virginity to someone who presumably knew what he was doing. It really wasn't a terrible deal. She nodded, without much further contemplationnot that she could manage it, in her state. "Three hundred points," she said impatiently. "F-fine, yes, let's get on with it"
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"You are," Aali allowed, nodding. He had to almost chuckle as she compared the device to He Who Must Not be Named. True, there was no real comparison: she wouldn't lose her life to such a thing. Even a tremendous error would, at the worst, result in her losing perhaps her clitoris. Truly a horrible thing to have happen to a girl, but hardly something life ending. In truth, Aali would almost bet more on Hermione discovering a means of releasing it... had she not been too distracted with its manipulations. In fact, he was still rather impressed that she hadn't practically been demanding that he take he already.
Well, some of her impatience shown at her ready acceptance. Despite his tone and demeanor, Aali had fully anticipated a fight from the young woman. To hear her insist, to stammer, well, it was the first sign that there were cracks in the armor. His lips twitched yet again. He had her. She'd be screaming out as he finally filled her young sex with his cock. There would be no turning back for poor Miss Hermione Granger now. Sex would become a regular part of her existence, and Aali fully intended to continue training her until her body nearly craved it, worse, even, than it did now. His cock surged mightily, pushing out against his robes, simply thinking about it. He stared at the girl for several long seconds, letting the sound of the slight thrumming of his special device be the only noise in the room. Just let it go, with her squirming.
"I believe we have a usual arrangement," Aali said. His gaze fell between Hermione's legs. "Raise your skirt so that I may see your panties, Miss Granger. That is," he looked back up at her, raising her brows, "unless you'd rather not get the points for that as well? There is a proper way of doing this, and I wouldn't want to break what's working for us."
That it might also happen to be a bit of his staking control, insisting on doing things at his time, at his leisure, only added to it. Plus, he figured that if he teased her just a bit more he'd get to see more cracks in that brave facade. Just how much more near teasing could a young woman take? Particularly when the answer to the problem sat only a short distance away. his impressive bed could be seen just a short walk from his desk, with the fine sheets practically beckoning them with a siren's call, promising all sort of further debauchery. Naturally his bed had been designed for his toys to be utilized as well, with several other magical addendums. Aali did not intend for Miss Granger's deflowering to be a mundane event in the slightest.
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Hermione's frustration mounted as Aali staredwhat was the use in waiting? Shedidhave catch-up work to do, as she hadn't paid attention in class today in the slightest. And he, surely, had another implement of torture to work on, like the one inside her panties. When opened her mouth, finally, to hint at that impatience, Aali spoke. She blinked, at first unable to recall what he was referring to, much of her focus on something a little bit more pressing. His instructions, thankfully, clarified things.
With something almost like a growl of frustration, she reached down, lifting her skirt with little finesse to reveal the panties she'd changed into after that morning's had become...impractical; lace, Gryffindorredand black, appropriate given the meaning for the occasion.
This pair was also soaked through, unfortunately. That much was obvious, even at first glance, although, of course, Hermione blamed Aali entirely.
"There," she said impatiently, her gaze flicking to the bed and then to Aali again. At the very least, this was happening in a proper bedroom, in a bed, as opposed to on top of a desk. That was, perhaps, something suitable for a Slytherin girl, but not Hermione Granger. The sound of the device vibrating against her was loud enough to be audible, and Hermione bit her lip, willing herself to slide a hand down, even ifshe already knewthecouldn't.
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Such sexy panties, and utterly soaked through. Aali could see the glistening fluids gathering around Hermione's inner thighs. Yes, the girl definitely was experiencing a good deal of arousal, wasn't she? He looked up just in time to catch her eyes flicking toward the bed. His own followed. He supposed he could've done this in his office, or in some other locale of the sorts. Except that he'd wanted to hammer home precisely what she was doing, let her realize every step of the way just what she committed herself too. Plus there was the matter of this being the room he could most easily establish various devices within, both to record and to... enhance.
Now Aali looked up at the girl. Saw the bitten lip. Heard the thrumming. A shifting hand went down. "You can't even touch yourself," he said again, his eyes falling down. "Quite an intriguing situation, that." He looked back up at her, his eyes glinting. Aali leaned back slightly, slouching somewhat into his chair. The posture did little to hide his growing erection. The pillar tented his robes out significantly, seeming to hint at the size. After all, his undergarments kept it slightly contained: though of course Hermione already knew what lay underneath.
"Why don't you explain to me precisely what it is you want?" Aali asked, gesturing toward the squirming girl. "You're generally so good at explanations like that, Miss Granger. Be detailed," he nodded again. "Let me hear precisely what you require of me. In fact," he raised his brows, "how do you want this to go, hmm? Should I take your lascivious teenage form roughly? Grip that curled hair of yours? Fling you to the bed and lower your soaked panties, then thrust away at you until you're screaming? Or would you rather tease me? Slide your sex along mine again. You did that so well before now," he smiled at that, nodding slowly. "So, Miss Granger. The floor is yours."
And Aali slid back, his erection seeming to pulse once more as if to offer direction. Delayed gratification would be the sweetest: this he already knew.
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Hermione flushed; apparently Aali had caught her attempt to reach down. "Intriguing," she repeated hotly. "R-really, sir, you say that as though" Her voice caught as the device increased in its intensity, briefly, before halting. "A..as though this were unexpected." As though Aali didn't enjoy torturing her like this...although, Hermione supposed that there was the slightest possibility that he was acting as an educator, albeit a slightly sadistic one. Hermione, however, after several hours, had learned this lesson quite well enough.
As he leaned back, his erection became more apparent. Hermione bit her lip. It was obvious, even clothed, how big he was; and Hermione had certainly become intimately acquainted with it. Would it even be able to fit inside? Hermione could barely fathom the though, although she couldn't keep her thoughts from the prospect, no thanks to the device humming away inside her panties.
And then, another frustrating request. "S-sit!" Hermione protested. She wasn't getting points forthis. However, another negotiation would take far too much time for Hermione's tastes...because she wanted to get this over with, of course, not because she was looking forward to it. "N-no," she interrupted, almost too quickly. "No teasing, I-I" She reddened further. "I have studying to do after this," she concluded evasively. No thanks to Aali. However, Hermione had endured quite enough teasing.Hoursof teasing. She paused, her eyes slipping shut, losing her grip on her concentration as the device's vibrations increased, a little, bringing her closer, and closer, and
Hermione wasn't able to bite back a frustrated moan as it cut off abruptlyshe couldn't stand this much longer, she woulddie. "I-I want you to...fuck me," she said hastily, fidgeting. "H...however you like, I-I don'tcare, I just need you toI want tocome, please, I"
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Totally expected, and Aali very nearly said as much. This had been his plan, his aim all along. Tease her slowly, break her will down bit by bit, then put her into a situation where she couldn't say no, wouldn't want to say no. She wanted this: he could see it in her as she shifted. Nibbled lips, darting eyes, sputtered protests, it all signaled want, more want than the girl had likely known. He could see her desire for this, her craving as she continued, insisting that she didn't want teasing.
"After this?" Aali said, smiling. Did she really think that this would be such a brief encounter? Oh, was he going to enjoy proving that wrong. His smile grew as her eyes pinched shut. The device sounded, almost as if obeying his commands. It could: they both knew that for a certainty, but Aali had made no motions, uttered no spell, silent or spoken. No, the only noise was that vibration... and a slatternly moan coming from the beautiful girl in front of him. Then those words, hastily thrown out while the girl danced. Fuck me. However he wanted. His cock surged, blood flowing, precum threatening to drizzle. She wanted to cum.
"Well, that is quite pleasing to hear," he said, tapping his fingers again. He did this a few more times, considering her, watching, not moving. "I do suppose I am getting a little something out of this, but it almost feels as if I'm doing you a service," he rose to his feet, taking a few steps closer. Aali drew within arm's reach, careful to watch the girl. He maintained that distance, circling, circling like a shark, like a vulture, like apredator. "You can feel it, can't you? The need," he said, leaning forward. He closed a little distance, flicking toward her. Lips lowered to lightly press against her throat, while his hands teased her sides. "It's boiling within you: so intense."
Aali let his hands slide down her stomach for a moment, pulling at the shirt, fabric bunching. It would release. His fingers would move, parting buttons, dragging along soft skin. He would drag his fingers just across, touching her for a moment before...
before moving away, walking quickly to the other side. "Hours of not cumming, of being close, so close. It must be getting even to a girl like you, hmm?" He chuckled and leaned in to nibble the other side of her neck now. "I could do this all night..." he purred as he let his hands feather across her again. He wanted to watch her squirm, hear the words one more time. His cock surged, pressing against her back, threatening, promising. And his lips curled into a smile. It would happen, but it would happen when he said, and when he heard her crying out with the realization that she needed this, that the want had become part of her, that something within her had changed and she craved thick, hard, cock.
and no sooner.
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Hermione forced herself to still as Aali approached her. He moved close, but not too close; he circled her, instead. Hermione fought the urge to fidget, to look behind her to see what Aali was doingwhat was the use of all this stalling? Certainly he wanted her, judging from the state of his robes. Even Hermione, with her limited reserve of knowledge within the sexual realm, understood that much. His voice, all of a sudden, was low and deep in her ear as he leaned forward, and she jumped, startled. If she wasn't so on edgein several meanings of the phrasethis would be much easier. Instead, she was a tightly wound spring.
Her heart thrummed in her chest as she felt his hands slide down her stomach, his fingers leaving undone buttons in their wake. Was it going to be different than their previous encounters? He had never really removed her clothing before, and though that was in theory less revealing, that somehow felt dirtier. Even now, he left her shirt as it was, unbuttoned, before just barely grazing his hand against her bare skin. Hermione drew in a breath sharply
But then he was moving, again, always moving, his touch always light. She gritted her teeth. "I...I-I suppose," she managed, evasively. "Just...just a little" A barely bitten-back moan as he pressed his lips to the other side of her neck. She squirmed uncomfortable, her hands grasping her skirt tightly, enough to ruck the fabric up just a little, to reveal a little bit more of her thighs. She opened her eyes again, startled, as she felt his cock against her back, and it took every urge that she had not to press back against it...although her shock aided her. Was it that big?
That big, and it would be inside of her. She pressed her thighs together, one of her hands slipping down again before being diverted once more. "Please," she managed, frustrated, before she could stop herself. "S-sir,please, fuck me"
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Getting to her... just a little? Aali chuckled at that. The sheer willpower of this girl. Hours upon hours of constant clitoral attention, thrumming away, with no orgasm. The memory of pleasure etched upon her skin. All that build up: most women would be practically screaming with it by now. Yet Hermione acted as if she'd just been coyly felt up in a room by a boyfriend. It almost fascinated Aali, made him wan to study her a little more closely. He could certainly hear her moans, see her squirming, just a little more pale English schoolgirl thigh being bared.
More frustrated words, a repetition, sounding as if it leaked out. "Miss Granger," Aali said, before clicking his tongue, "how disappointing. I thought you were such a good student. But to simply repeat yourself? That's not doing you any credit, is it?" He reached down to her hips then. his fingers played over the flesh, pulling away fabric till he rested against her skin. The contrast between his dusky, Middle-Eastern coloring and her pale English one stuck out even in the relatively dim lighting of his bedroom. He squeezed her hips before pushing her slightly. He moved forward, practically shoving his still clothed cock against her still clothed body. Then he began walking them forward.
"You see that bed?" he said, leaning forward. He squeezed his hands as he kept them moving. One hand began sliding along the skirt, teasing it, pulling it up so that he could slide lower. "You're going to lose your virginity on that bed. More than that," he moved his mouth to her ear, "I'm going to fuck you so hard that even your intelligent mind can't process it. You'll realize that no matter how smart we are as humans, as witches, as wizards,' a few more steps toward the bed, "we all have that very primal urge tofuck," his hand slid, squeezing her sex through the panties. "You're a quick learner: I knew that from the beginning," another step forward, nearly within reach. "Oh, I should mention," he leaned forward as his hands began massaging her crotch, "That device? It's designed to suppress orgasms. You literallycan'tcum until I decide to remove it. And I'm not going to do so until I hear your sweet voice begging."
And he gave her a light shove, purposefully hoping that she would fall onto the bed.
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Hermione gritted her teeth, shooting Aali a glare. It wasn't as though she had her wits about her as she usually did, just nowit was a miracle that she was still standing, even if her thighs were trembling, her fists gripping her skirt tightly to keep herself from trying to reach down and slip her fingers underneath her panties for the thousandth time. She gasped as she felt Aali's fingers at her hips, then, startled, the gasp shifting into a whimper as he pressed his hand to her skin. "Sir," she moaned frustratedly, fighting the urge to grab his hand and pull it down to where shereallywanted it.
She stumbled backwards as he walked her forwards, hyperconscious of his erection as it pressed against her, demonstrating just how deep inside of her it would be when he fucked her. And eventhinkingthat was thrilling; Hermione Granger, getting fucked by her professor, for...how many points? She could hardly remember. The device switched back to the shocks, and Hermione whimpered, her legs very nearly failing her, but after enduring this for hours, the device had trained her into a certain sort of responsealthough at first, the shocks had been uncomfortable, now, impossibly, it was pleasurable.
You see that bed?Hermione glanced over her shoulder hazily, before her attention was drawn back to her skirt, being pulled up, and up, making it clear just how slick she washer panties soaked through, practically dripping down her inner thighs.You're going to lose your virginity on that bed.For a good causefor Gryffindorbut still. She had essentially bartered it away. One interpretation of the situation, in fact, would be that Hermione was a whore. The thought was humiliating, butstrangely, a little thrilling. She moaned as Aali's hand slipped down to her clothed sex, squeezing it through her panties, her heart racing as the device pushed her towards what felt like her millionth almost-orgasm of the day, and...and...nothing. Tears pricked at her eyes. It was as though the device was aware of the effect that Aali's hand had on her; it was as though the only way she could cum at all would be if
Aali confirmed it just as she realized. "Professor," she whimpered, flustered. "W-why would youreallyI need"
A light shove sent Hermione stumbling back to sprawl on the bed. She pressed her thighs togethernot in the interest of modesty, but an automatic response, a desperate attempt forsomesort of touch, anything at all. It offered her little relief, of course, and she growled frustratedly, gripping the bedsheets tightly. "A-A Gryffindor doesn't beg," she managed impulsively, scowling as she looked away, although, as she couldn't help it, her gaze was drawn back to his erection.Thatwould be inside of her. Truthfully, even in the state she was in, she was a little intimidated.
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The girl lay sprawled out on the bed. Aali looked to her now, feeling his cock surging as strongly as ever. The pillar of flesh seemed to push aside robes, rising steadily upward, bobbing with each pulse of his pounding blood. His eyes bored into hers as she gripped the sheets. They flicked, noting the white knuckles, the sheets pulling between fingers, every little sign, all the trembles. He looked, seeing her gaze go away, go down. His cock rose as if in response, pushing further still. His hands went down, shuffled the robes. And soon the impressive erection sprang into the hot air.
The uncircumcised head loomed large. Its rounded dome would likely seem to Hermione to be as large as her first; truly it was not much smaller than that. Its length seemed almost too large, easily matching the average wand, surpassing it on some level. Aali drew closer, and as he did, his cock gained a very real comparison with which to measure. The thick cock would seem to stretch nearly between Hermione's breasts. He pressed it against her sex now, rubbing the stick up and down along her ,feeling her wetness seeping through.
"Girls do," he whispered to her. His hands went down, flipping up her skirt, rolling it slightly. The unspoken words became clear: they needed to get that little bit of cloth out of the way. Aali yet again did not seem to rush, even as his cock continued throbbing, bits of white already leaking from its winking head. He kept rolling, moving, eventually tucking it. Then his hands went to her crotch, tugging against the panties, dragging it slightly.
"Any last words?" he said, as his other hand went down to adjust. Soon the head ran along Hermione's nether lips. He swirled it, as if dabbing a brush. It rolled up and down, pressing against virginal folds. The head parted just a bit of lip, drew it around, moved it. He finally held it perfectly in place, the head hovering just before the entrance, a ram before the castle, waiting to puncture inward.
And the man who owned the cock smiled down at Hermione, his other hand moving to tug at her shirt, pulling it, disheveling her clothing without showing any attempt at actually disrobing her. Why bother? He wanted to fuck a schoolgirl, and the more Hermione dressed to the part, the harder he became.
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Hermione couldn't help but gasp as his cock came into view. She had seen it before, certainly, but she hadn't really gotten a good look at itand impossibly, it was bigger than it had seemed when clothed. The thickness was as nearly as intimidating as the length. "I-is thatare you sure that willfit, sir" she began before he pressed it against her clothed sex; the rest of what she was saying dissolved into a moan, and she couldn't help but arch up a little, grinding against his cock as she had the previous day.
She flushed, forcing herself to still as he reached down to...roll up her skirt. She had expected him to remove her clothing entirely, but again, he kept her clothed, and again, that made thingsdirtier, strangely; that Hermione would lose her virginity like this, in her school uniform, the necessary articles of clothing carelessly pushed out of the way. She could see something dripping from the head of Aali's cock, and as he moved her panties and pressed the head to Hermione's pussy, she could feel him painting her sex as he had the previous evening, leaving her slicker than before. A thought occurred to her, belatedly.
"Shouldn't you...a-aren't you going to use protection, sir?" she managed, her voice catching as he continued to slide the head of his cock up, and down, andshe bit her lip, squirming as he halted, positioning it at her entrance and stilling. She hadn't negotiated for protection, of course, butreally, she would have thought that would be obvious. A hand went to tug at her shirt, a button slipping loose.
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Will it fit? How many blushing, trembling young women had asked that question before? it tumbled from ever so many lips, and each time it always drew chuckles of amusement from male partners. Even Aali couldn't help but smile at his soon to be lover as his cock pressed against her. "It's designed to," he replied, knowing full well that he would stretch the young woman. It would hurt: there would be no stopping the pain of having something that large shoved into something that small. But the pleasure that would follow would so eclipse it...
well, assuming she actually gave way before his demands. Otherwise she'd feel more and more pressure, more than she could possibly imagine. he rubbed himself against her again, readying. Her stammered question caught him off guard, and he paused, staring at her, not quite believing it. She'd wait until now? "We did not arrange for such a thing," he intoned. He could understand her unease, however. Sighing, he reached into his robes. The wand soon appeared. a flick and an "accio" produced protection in the form of what amounted to the magical version of a condom. It would fit like a second skin around Aali's cock, forming a barrier of magical material so thin as to practically be nonexistent. It stopped what it needed to stop: disease, sperm, etc. Except, unlike its Muggle equivalent, this could be...adjusted.
"There," he said, nodding. He adjusted himself again, once more angling his impressive cock against Hermione's sex. he'd noticed her fidgeting, trembling hands going to her shirt. His own reached up, and with one almost brutal yank he pulled the garment loose. Buttons popped, some flying off the girl, off the bed completely. The gesture had been so violent: a single tug, a sharp pull, that there wouldn't be time to react. She'd be wearing her shirt still, and whatever she had underneath, but the few buttons left wouldn't have done much to cover her even if they'd been allowed to do so.
Aali smiled then, smiled and began pushing with his hips. He wanted the initial insertion to be slow, to have her realize, to be fully aware of what was happening. His head pushed against her sex. The nether walls parted before him, his wand penetrating her flesh without the slightest hesitation. The thrumming device pressed against him, seeming to nestle against his cock, extending its vibrations further down, nearly turning the pillar of flesh into a thrumming toy of its own. The professor had dealt with this sensation before, but even he had to pause and moan. For his head had been surrounded by tight virgin flesh, and the thrumming only added more sensation to the mixture.
Still he pushed. He wanted to sink inches, to get his head within her, at the least. To feel her tight sex squeezing against him, rippling with the need he'd spent so long coaxing out of her. Just the thought caused another smallish burst of precum to drizzle out of him, further lubricating his passage as his cock slid within her tight sheath, beginning to stretch her. He knew she'd be feeling every inch as her body adjusted, and know with each passing moment precisely what she would be feeling, and what would be happening, and that she couldn't stop it, wouldn'twantto stop it...
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Hermione's heart sped up, a little, as he reached for his wandhad he decided to show mercy on her? Was he going to take the device off? but, as it turned out, instead, he summoned a condom. Hermione flushed, unable to shake off the feelings of disappointment, much to her slight shame; reaching climax was certainly less important than potentially winding up pregnant, of course. Even if it she was aroused enough so that she ached, even if the slightest brush of Aali's cock against her sex as he re-positioned himself made her moan, punctuated by a gasp as Aali reached up to pull her shirt loose, buttons popping of of her to reveal the matching Gryffindor-red bra underneath, her nipples hard enough to show through the lacy fabric.
She licked her lips, unable to keep herself from looking down between them to Aali's cock, pressed against her sex, andjust like that, Aali began to push inside of her. Her mouth formed an O, silent at first, more shock than anything, and then a moan. "O-oh," she groaned, tightening around him instinctively, her eyes slipping shut. "Nnnh,fuck" It was almost a blessing, the fact that she'd been on edge all day; if she wasn't as wet as she was, it was questionable whether or not Aali would be able to fit. As it was, there certainly was an ache, as she began to stretch to accommodate his cock, but it was manageable, just barely.
She opened her eyes, and was shocked to see that he had just managed to fit the head. That was it? And there was so much moreshe wasn't sure if the realization was frightening or thrilling. Perhaps a little bit of both. It was certainly obscene, the sight of Aali pressing into her, the contrast between her pale (certainly pink-tinged, after all she had been through that day) skin and Aali's darker flesh.
Anddespite the ache, despite the humiliation associated with debasing herself in such a mannerHermione could sob from relief. This was what she had needed. Even if she couldn't cum yet, Aali's cock pressing into her, the spike in arousal as she squeezed around him, the pleasurable ache as her body worked to fit the intrusion...even the way the device that she had so hated almost made Aali's cock thrum. All of it was something she had been missing, something her body hadneededtoday, and impossibly, she could feel herself getting slicker, wetter as Aali stilled a few inches inside of her.
She'd thought that the Slytherin girls were whores, and...really, they were. But now, as she engaged in the same sort of scandalous behaviorit was, perhaps, a little easier to see why.
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Warm, tight, soft, wet flesh surrounded Aali's cock. He could feel Hermione's almost too tight sex gripping him tightly. It pulled a grunt from deep within his chest. He'd expected her to be snug, tight, but this? His head had barely punctured her and already it felt as if she'd stretched to her limit. He could feel her body resisting his head. His hips rolled slightly, testing it, pushing and moving along inside her. His thick flesh parted hers, stretching, likely reshaping. He had to smile at that, knowing that he'd be able to reform this oh so delicate body to his liking.
More and more moisture gathered. Aali could feel it sliding down his cock. A quick glance confirmed: Hermione leaked, leaked more and more. Aali chuckled, knowing that he'd already gotten her just that much more cockhungry. "Look at you," he purred, his hands running along her sides. He pushed beneath her loosened shirt, dragging nails. "heaving and panting like a little whore," he leaned down to kiss her neck while his hips rolled again. He could feel her body trembling beneath him, the sheer pressure and enormity of everything likely causing it as much as anything else. "I think it's time we stop playing."
With that, he moved his hands down. he gripped Hermione's slender hips. Dark fingers dug into pale flesh as he held her. Muscles bunched while hips flexed. That thick cock pressed hard. Pressed harder. Strained against her interior. The thick rounded head seemed almost stuck, held up on her. The professor knew that he'd reached some level of resistance. But his patience had finally given way: he wanted to sheath himself.
So the man grunted and strained. his muscles flexed. Hips rolled. And he pushed. With one solid push, he felt something giving way within him. Practically shouting with glee, Aali pulled. His arms yanked down. His hips yanked up. And he thrust his cock within Hermione, fully intended to wholly and utterly sheath himself to the hilt inside her body, regardless of the sensations inside. And all the while he could feel the device thrumming, adding more, its magics warping the poor girl even as it granted more and more control unto the professor who held her tight.
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Hermione reddened, opening her mouth to respond with outragebut really, could she? She'd cast down judgement upon others for doing the same, even if morally, she knew that comparing Slytherin to Gryffindor was comparing apples to oranges. She gasped as he rolled his hips, her pulse thrumming in her throat, surely obvious as he leaned down to kiss her neck, almost tenderly, as though he hadn't just called her a whore. Hazily, it took her a second to parse what he said next, although she was still a little perplexed. Playing? Realization dawned upon her as he reached down to grasp her hips.
"W-wait," she said, hastily. As good as this felt, surely Aali could recognize that her body was nearly at its limit. "Don't"
Whatever she was going to say dissolved into a gasp as Aali began to press hard, harder, as though stuck. "P-professor!" she squeaked, arching up. The device continued to confuse her, pleasure mixing with pain, the vibrations deeper, heavier as he tried to press further inside her, as though the device knew that it needed to distract her. Aali pushed forward, sinking in deeper in minute increments, and
Aali pulled her down abruptly, as he thrust up, and Hermione cried out as Aali sheathed himself within her entirely within one motion. Stunned, and a little faint, she gasped for breath. She couldn't believe itshe'd seen how big he was, and she'd never felt so full, so stretched; she would certainly be a little sore in the morning. Hermione Granger certainly wasn't a virgin anymore, if that had ever been in question. She didn't have long to dwell on that; instead, the device intensified, making Hermione squeeze around Aali's cock instinctively, something that drew forth another gasp.
That didn't feel terrible. There was the ache, certainly, butcoupled with the device, there was something in how big Aali's cock that feltgood. She bit her lip, squirming, unable to hold back another whimper as the device increased in its thrumming. "Fuck," she moaned, almost in disbelief. When was this going tostop? Every time she thought she'd reached the peak of her pleasureit would take her to a higher peak, and then halt, just as she almost came.
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Wait? No. Aali didn't even bother to say the words, simply letting his actions speak for him. They'd moved beyond words some time ago, hadn't they? Or, more accurately, he had. She still had to whimper, to beg, if she was ever to feel that true release. Aali was almost tempted to simply flick his wand now, release it, if only so he could feel that delicate teenage sex milking his cock with a ferocious orgasm. Given how many Hermione had essentially suppressed, her relative inexperience, her passion, why, she had to be about ready to completely and utterly explode. Aali could already feel her milking him, those wet walls clamping down hard. His cock surged forward, liquid already starting to leak from the tip, drizzling deep within the girl.
The thrumming grew louder, insistent, the loudest noise in the room, beyond their breaths. Aali shifted slightly. "Yes, fuck," he whispered. Then his hips rolled, just swaying for a bit, moving his cock along inside her. He almost seemed to be stirring Hermione's insides, as if mixing the feminine juices to form a proper potion. His hands moved slide under her, cupping her round butt. They played and prodded while shifting. Shifting to try angles as the cock twitched and spasmed.
Then Aali drew his body back. He pulled, feeling her sex going with him. His hands held her in place for a moment. Then they seemed to coax, rocking her, encouraging her. Then another sudden grip, fingers digging into ass cheeks. Just as suddenly his hips blurred. The cock slammed down within her. His hands left her hips, moving to grab onto her upper body, pushing her down. The professor smiled as he loomed over Hermione. His hips pulled up again, dragging. Then slam! Then up.... then slam! He moved constantly, clearly fucking hard, pushing her into the bed with steady strokes, building up a constant rhythm.
All the while his dark eyes bore into hers. Fire lit them, making their depths seem to almost dance. His expression had hardened into one of raw determination, one that only twitched slightly as his cock drew along her sensitive flesh. His upper torso tensed as he kept the girl pinned down, clearly fucking her, clearly taking her, clearly staking his claim with each hard thrust into her previously virgin sex.
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Hermione moaned as Aali rolled his hips, tightening around him as he moved, the ache continuing to fade as her body became used to the intrusion. She gasped as Aali drew back, that sensation in particular unfamiliar, now that she had experienced what felt like ages of Aali pushing into herand then, there was a sudden return to the familiar. Aali thrust into her abruptly and roughly, drawing a whimper from Hermione as he began to thrust into her steadily, again, and again, and again
She would have been pushed back by the force of his thrusts, certainly, if it wasn't for his grip on her hips. Restless and heated, she reached up to tug at her shirt, another button popping off, catching one of her bra straps inadvertently so that it slipped down her shoulder. Hermione had never felt so much before, and it would beperfectif it wasn't for the device holding her back. She whimpered, tears pricking at her eyes, as it kept her on the edge of another climax, this time keeping her just before its peak, as opposed to allowing her to recover, again as though it knew how hard Aali was fucking her, how good it felt.
Frustrated, she hooked a leg around Aali's hip, arching up, trying her best to bring herself to orgasm to no avail. It wasn't fair. No matter what she did, no matter how much her pleasure mounted, nonetheless, she was kept from comingand Aali could let her do so with just a word. There was no way she was going to last any longer without cumming, shecouldn't
"P-please!" she gasped, before she could stop herself. "Please, s-sir,please, I-I need toplease, can I cum"
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The girl's hips rolled back. Aali could feel her, feel her shoving herself further up onto him. Her body craved his cock, the primal need overwhelming thinking processes. He could almost see the emotions swirling in the girl's eyes. She knew that she was giving way, likely she blamed the device, but deep within she had to know better. This was her. This was her reacting to the cock within her. This was her giving in to her body.
A button popped, more flesh bared. Aali brought his hand up, pressing down upon one breast, reorienting himself to make sure to keep her entirely pinned. His hand gently squeezed the bra clad breast, feeling the warm girl beneath. Such confusion: the poor thing couldn't quite figure out what to do. Want warred with years of repression, with people telling her no. Aali locked eyes, saw the moisture gathering. His lips curled upward as he watched the tears beginning. The pleasure had to be exquisite at this point, reaching an all new level of unbearability. It made him thrust deeper and harder into her. He swore he could feel his cock battering against her womb, coaxing her insides to give way. He knew that the more stimulation, the more the device would hold back. Already her walls trembled, milked. His cock returned in kind, surging. More and more of his own precum drizzled forth to meet hers. Each thrust sent their mixture leaking out from around her sex, soaking the sheets beneat them.
Gasped cries finally came. Aali chuckled. "That's a good girl," he said, giving her breast another squeeze. "Beg for it," he thrust his hips again, driving all the way to his hilt. Then he began shifting, moving them. He dragged his hips up and down but clearly sought something out. The hand that had been holding her hip rotated. Fingers stretched, seeking a familiar hood. They parted. They found the clit, still teased, still bound by the device, and they began working and flicking it. Meanwhile his cock searched within. The head dragged along, flesh pulled against flesh. The man's brow furrowed.
He would find her g-spot. He would hear her begging become almost painful. He would watch as the realization of her sexual hunger hit this young woman fully, and then, and only then, would he release to feel her sex milking his cock in a glorious fashion.
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Hermione gasped as she felt Aali press his hand to her breast, adding another sensation to what was already a confusing mixso many different sorts of pleasure, so many new ways in which her body was being used. She was unable to restrain a needy whine as Aali thrust even harder, even deeper, the pain associated with the act overcome by the pleasure. Sheneededhim deep, sheneededhim hard, and she even found herself arching back against his cock, squeezing it reflexively, it progress aided by how slick, how wet she was, the evidence of such dripping out onto the bed each time he drew back.
That's a good girl. Another, entirely different flush of pleasure, this time more mental than physical. Hermione had always loved being told how good she wasshe had always been an overachiever. It certainly wouldn't make sense for her to avoid being an overachiever within this realm. Oversensitive, trembling with how badly she needed to come, she cried out as she felt Aali's fingers on her clit, teasing it, amping up her frustration despite the device attached to her. She arched up, the best she could given the cock buried deep inside of her.
She had barely heard Aali's command to beg, although even if she hadn't, that wouldn't matter much. She was compelled to do so quite organically. "Please!" she gasped desperately, squirming uncomfortably. Hermione needed to come. She hadn't wanted anything more badly in her life. "P-please, sir, it feels so good,pleaseI-I...I need to come, please make me come, I-I'll die if I don't"
She could barely keep track of what she was saying, although to be fair, words were difficult with Aali's cock buried deep inside of her, his fingers teasing at her clit. She let out a shuddering sob, tears pricking at her eyes. The device would let her get so close, and then...and then...again, there was that block, that impasse. "Professor," she whimpered tearfully, her articulation once again escaping her she moaned, his cock hitting a new spot inside of her, again leaving her dripping.
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So much liquid drained from this needy schoolgirl. Aali could see it pooling on the sheets beneath them, soaking through. He could feel it sluicing down his thrusting cock. He could hear it as he ran up and down her, sliding in and out of her quaking, quivering, needy little sex. The professor groaned himself at the sensation, watching as his protege arched her hips. His cock slid further into her, very nearly hilting within her. It was at that moment that Aali realized that he wanted precisely that.
The begging must come first. He heard the gasps. His eyes bore down upon her, light heating the dark gaze as he watched her squirm. He'd felt her need for some time, but now he heard it. More importantly:Hermioneheard it. She'd said those words that so many sluts and needy girls had said before. Whimpered them out. Aali felt his cock surging just with those whimpering words, let along the squeezing he felt around his cock instead. His fingers flicked and teased, knowing that he'd put her on the edge of so very many orgasms now. How many had been stored up? What would that be like when the block lifted?
Another whimper, tears forming in those eyes. Aali still shifted, feeling that spongy spot. His cock began leaking; he heard those words, felt that spot. "I think it's time, Miss Granger," he said, and his hand went to his pocket. The wand appeared, waved, and the device fell off Hermione Granger's clit with an almost audible snap. At the exact same time, Aali arched back andshovedforward, his angle precise. His thick cock would push against her virginal walls. It would dive hard, looking to hilt completely within the young girl. He would not stop until his domed head hammered against her very womb. And the angle, the angle insured that the entire journey would run right along a little bit of spongy flesh located deep within her.
Aali Samara hilted his impressive cock inside previous virgin Hermione Granger and slid along her g-spot for the entire shove.
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Hermione realized, hazily, that almost all of Aali's cock was inside of hersomething truly remarkable, given how large it had seemed. It still seemed big, of course, justgoodbig. As he teased her, she arched up, her eyes slipping shut, her mouth open in an O, trying her best to subvert the device through sheer will alone...although that, of course, was impossible.
I think it's time, Miss Granger. Her eyes fluttered open, just in time to catch sight of Aali reaching for his wand, and with a flick, all of a sudden, the device slipped off. Before Hermione had much of a chance to process that, Aali thrust into herhard, shoving her back against the bed, his cock pushing further and further into her, sliding against that spot that made her own hips jerk up, until she could feel the whole thing inside of her to its very hilt, its head finally meeting solid resistance
Everything went black, for just a moment. Not from pain, or magical interference. Instead, it was the sheer force of her orgasm, and she gasped, speechless at first as she came back to herself, before another wave hit her and she cried out, certainly loud enough to be heard outside of the room. She arched up, tensing around Aali's cock even further, her whole body trembling, her legs wrapped tightly around Aali's hips, her toes curling. Her entire, overworked body felt the force of her climax, muscles tensing, voice catching, sex dripping.
Wave after wave hit her, until they began to subside, and Hermione slumped back dizzily against the bed, unable to muster up the energy to think for once. She had never felt so...sated, so satisfied, as she panted, trying her best to catch her breath again. Her eyes slipped shut, and for a moment, she worried that she was going to pass out again, but she didn'tand that was preferable, as she was able to maintain her grasp on the sensation of Aali's cock inside of her, something that was satisfying despite her post-orgasm oversensitivity. Even the thought of not being filled as she was now was distasteful.
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Finally, finally. Aali felt that moment of silence. he felt her sex quiver, clamping down on his twitching cock. Everything held in that moment, nothing moving or speaking. Then an eruption. Hermione's lips parted in a gasp. Aali found himself thrusting forward, pushing hard against her. his balls would smack against her taut rear as he fully sheathed herself. Interior walls trembled about his cock. Legs flew back to lock around him. in that moment, all semblance of schoolgirl Hermione melted in exchange of a lover.
Aali groaned as he felt her body undulating. her sex milked his cock with exquisite motions, trembling and pulling. The seed flew up, barely contained even before she'd started moving. Load upon load flew into the magical membrane that held it in place. Aali could feel it ballooning out, forming an almost ball inside the girl. Each spray felt so delightful shooting forth from him, causing him to groan as he felt the jets. First a solid spray, pulled out in that intense moment. Then more and more as she kept going, riding through her orgasm and milking Aali's cock all the while.
Stillness, at least in Aali's body, maintained for several long seconds while he felt her undulating, her insides working him in ways that only a tight teenager truly could. Then he started moving as he felt the waves continuing. He kept going, drawing out the waves, riding them like a strange surfer. More and more juices leaked out from around them, sopping the bed and their bodies. But Aali didn't slow: experience and magic of his own helped his hips to continue to move, to press her down, to rock against her.
Then they finished. She leaned back. He remained upright his arms locked even as he himself panted. He could see her breasts rising and falling, saw the post-orgasmic bliss in her eyes. "Quite lovely, isn't it, Miss Granger?" He said, running his hands along her body. He gathered some of her juices, smearing it around her body. "Not bad for our first time of the night," he looked down at her, lips curling in a smile. After all, soon Hermione would realize something that she couldn't very well note feel: Aali's cock had not softened. It remained as hard as ever. The thick meat still skewered the schoolgirl, and he'd most certainly came and came hard, but the cock was as hard as it had been upon entry.
And the man smiled as he ran his hands along his panting lover, his intent quite evident.
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Hermione gasped, startled, as she felt something shift, inside of her, almost as though Aali's cock was expanding slightly. It took her a second to realize that it was the condom he wore, ballooning with the force of his seed as he came inside of her. For a few seconds, she was worried that it wouldn't hold, despite its magical capabilities, but thankfully, it didand she was doubly thankful for thinking to ask him to use protection. Was it normal, to cum that much? Had he done so during their last encounter? She bit her lip, fidgeting as she felt the excess drip down her thighs, mixed with her own fluids.
And then...Aali had paused. Hermione took in a shuddering breath. After a few seconds, it became obvious that Aali was just as hard as he'd been before he had climaxed, and all of a sudden, his words sunk in, his intentions obvious. "F..first time?" she echoed dazedly, before alarm lent her semi-coherence. "Sir!" she gasped. "I-I only agreed to once!" Had she? She couldn't recall her exact wording, unfortunately, but surely Aali didn't envision spending all night with her. Being at the mercy of his mouth for several orgasms had been torturous (in the most pleasurable sense of the word) enough. Truthfully, it felt as though it was a miracle that the condom had held through one of his orgasmshe couldn't possibly anticipatemore.
"Th-there's...a refractory period," she managed breathlessly, hastily. "I-I read about it" She flushed. "I-I mean, not foryou, just out of curiosity, you're...surely you can't again, that..." As though she were in class, and she could argue her way to a point. She couldn't possibly let him use her again, like this, even if...even if, now that she had come down from her orgasm, she could recognize, a little distantly, how good his thick cock felt inside of her, (she licked her lips) how tightly he had managed to fit all of it inside of her, how wet and slick she was, how going once more wouldn't be theworstthing in the word if it meant that she could cum again
What was she thinking? She shook her head, scattering her thoughts. "...that d-doesn't make any sense," she finished.
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the professor continued to look down at his student, his gaze hungry, lustful. She kept breathing the deep breaths of the post-orgasmic, her mind clearly spinning, trying to grasp the situation. Those eyes widened as realization started to creep in, her gasped protests widening Aali's smile with each one. A refractory period, technically, yes, but she really should have considered magic. Wizards had dealt with the "refractory period" years ago. true, it sometimes took alterations, but Aali had been training and dealing with such things for years now. it had only taken a little more preparation to be ready for tonight.
And the girl wanted it: Aali could see that, could feel it. Her sex squeezed his still hard cock as if in appreciation, or so it felt, and that look that crossed her face for a moment. Miss Granger was getting more and more cockhungry with each encounter, as Aali had planned. Her path to debauchery offered so many possibilities, and she was starting to realize them. However, it was time to start disabusing her of certain illusions.
"Did you honestly think that anyone who finally got you to bed would stop at once?" he asked, his brows raised. "You're supposed to be a smart girl, Hermione," he reached down to caress her with one hand, while the other massaged just above where their sexes joined. "You should've realized that magic can do oh so wonderful things. One look at my cock and you should've been thinking: it's rather large. Surely he's dealt with an engorgement charm. I heard about how you managed to convince Madame Pomfrey to fix your teeth. What made you think that someone wouldn't do the same with a similar bit of anatomy?"
he chuckled, bringing both hands down to her hips. They rolled down her slender body. "I intend to fuck you till walking is an issue, until you cum so hard that even your mind had problems thinking of clever things to say," he pulled her, lifting her off the bed for a moment. "My cock is going to permanently stretch out your tight little pussy, Miss Granger, and you have no choice but to brace yourself," he turned her then, practically spinning her, wanting to push her face into the bed. His hand came up to push her down, to force her into an even more subservient position. "I suggest you start bracing now," he said, as a hand started raising her, clearly getting her into a position that indicated quite a hard rutting was ahead.
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"But" Hermione began to protest, before the rest dissolved into a moan as she felt Aali caress her, just above where his cock fit inside of her. Of course, she'd noted that Aali's cock was largebut really, it wasn't like she had anything to compare it to. She'd certainly never seen one before. She'd certainly never beeninterestedin such things before, and yet here she was, with one inside of her. She shivered as he slid his hands down her body before they came to rest at her hips, the gesture pulling her down just slightly further than she had been before. She'd just reached her climax, but already, she could feel her libido stirring again, just a little bithad he cast some sort of charm on her?
Deep down, she knew that wasn't true, at least in the literal sense. The truth was, the concept of having to gowithoutAali's cock in the days to come was far more unsettling than the prospect of having to endure several rounds of his attentions that evening. Worst case scenario, she could pretend to be sick the next day, right? She'd never done it before, butmaybe she would have the chance to earn some more points as they continued their progress, and
He lifted her off of the bed, just for a moment, and she blinked, startled, although she had little time to protest as Aali re-arranged her, turning her over and pressing her face into the mattress, muffling her gasp. This position was more humilatingmore animalisticthan the last, certainly, and it even allowed his cock to slide a tiny bit further inside of her, drawing a groan from Hermione. She'd never felt so full before, and as much as she would have liked to imagine that Aali was just trying to intimidate her as he described how he intended to permanently stretch her, it certainlyfeltas though his words had some truth in them.
I suggest you start bracing yourself now. Hermione flushed, her fists tightening on the sheets instinctively. Face-to-face sex was one thingbeing pushed down against the bed, face pressed into the mattress, was another. And the condom, magical or notwould it last more than one round? It had felt as though it barely made it through the first. And apparently he was going to fuck her even harder this timeif such a thing was possible. He was likely bluffing, she thought weakly, trying to ignore the fact that she had tightened just slightly around him at the prospect, a little bit of her own wetness dripping down her inner thighs. "Sir," she began, flustered. "W-wait"
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The protests dissolved into gasps, as Aali had expected. This sweet girl was becoming more and more his: his cock hardened just thinking about it, his lips curling a little further upright. This sweet little thing, panting, gasping, clearly out of her league and just beginning to realize as much. Just seeing her startled reactions at being handled. She'd understand; she'd understand as he loomed over her, leaning a little further in, letting her realize just how much larger than she he happened to be. The new position allowed him to sink his cock further into the girl as well. He could feel the newer areas squeezing hard upon him. More moisture leaked, and he shifted a hand to start gathering it up, swirling about the girl's nether reactions.
Fists gripped sheets, and Aali's cock hardened again, surging a little further. His eyes went to those hands, seeing the fabric bundled up within them, and it took all he had not to moan with pleasure. His words fell onto that girl, and she clearly received them. Her interior gripped all the tighter, and his cock responded in kind, pushing back just a little further.
"No more waiting," he said. His hands roamed her body, both caressing and searching. "I thought I made that clear," his voice broked no argument, but he was careful not to sound cruel or too harsh. The goal was for Hermione to realize her position, to give into her body's natural urges, not to completely break the girl. Reshape her, yes. And that would takesomebreaking... quite literally in a few cases. But he didn't want a shivering, trembling, lump of flesh.
"You're ready for it, dripping for it, actually," he said, rolling his hips slightly, not quite thrusting so much as stirring. "You can feel it," one hand went between Hermione's legs, rubbing at her area. He gathered more juices and smeared them along her body, fingerpainting with the leavings of her arousal. "Now, one last warning: brace," he moved to push her front down, gentle, but firm, and his other hand went to her hips. His own started rolling, before pulling back, obviously beginning to thrust into her yet again. Thrust in, and down. He planned to literally fuck her into the bed, and she would lay there and take it.
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Hermione gasped, open-mouthed, her moan muffled into the bedding underneath her as Aali's cock pushed a little further inside of her. She tightened around it instinctively, jumping, a little startled, as she felt his hands against her body. Every touch of his was electric, almost, and she wondered hazily whether or not he had been aided by magic. Surely this didn't come just from experience. If so, had Hermione the presence of mind to do so, she would have prided herself upon her choice in partnersor, benefactors, if that was the more proper term.
She whimpered at the sensation of Aali's hand between her legs, pressing her thighs together instinctively. She arched up against the sensation, more than aware of the sensation of his cock sinking back as she returned to her previous positionalthough every single part of her felt sensitive, from where she could just barely feel Aali at her back to her more sensitive areas, it was almost as though she still had the device attached to her clit. Her sex was soaked, swollen, flushed red from arousal, and the slightest touch of Aali's hand made her draw in a breath sharply, squirming.
No more waiting. It was impossible, at this point; Hermione wasn't a virgin anymore. Even if she certainly wasn't a slut like those Slytherin girls (this was, of course, a sacrifice for the greater good), she wasn't the same Hermione that she had been just days previously. Hermione, at the very least, had the sense to recognize that.
The intellectual side of her remained, of course, and it was that side of her that recognized the humiliation in this; how Aali pushed her front down, one hand steadily gripping her hips. He wasn't having sex with herhe wasfuckingher. She gripped the sheets a little tighter, spreading her legs a little further, bracing as directed, albeit out of instinct more than anything, as he began to thrust into her, pushing her into the bed. Making hertakeit. She panted against the bedding, turning her face to the side, biting her lip to muffle a moan as he thrust into her again. "Professor," she whimpered dazedly, her voice muffled, although she wasn't quite able to finish the sentencesomething about how terribly undignified this position was, probably. As she was, her focus shifted to the gathering heat between her legs, the tension that began to increase as Aali thrust inside of her. She was a little sore, certainly overstimulated, butmore of this, and she would come again, she realized helplessly.
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Aali could hear her whimpering, feel her body reacting to all his ministrations. He'd been training her oh so carefully, putting her into this state where the protests and words became muffled preludes to the cries of ecstasy. To know that he'd turned intelligent, beautiful, brave Hermione Granger into this moaning girl sent another surge of arousal into Aali's already thick member. It stretched within her, pushing against interior walls. He kept sliding it, gliding back, gliding forward.
She braced. Aali saw those hands, the legs, and he felt his cock surge again. yes, he had her now. He thrust again, a little harder, making the bed bounce with their bodies. Words whimpered out of the dazed girl's mouth. Maybe that sharp mind wanted to mount a protest, to point out that this was embarrassing, possibly even humiliating. Maybe she wanted to insist that they slow down, stop, shift, do something, anything. But all she did was moan his title, and all that did was increase his desire once more.
So Aali gripped the slender English girl's hips. He shifted forward, looming over her. His hips began moving, pushing, shoving. Thrust in, down, push against the bed. He moved like a piston warming up: constant in his direction and force while gradually increasing speed. Thrust in....down...push against the bed...draw up. He continued moving, gathering more and more speed. His hands clenched her hips more tightly, fingers nearly digging into the soft flesh as he picked up more and more speed. Soon his hips would be blurring, the fleshy sound of his hips slapping against her rear loud enough to have drawn attention without magical barriers. Aali could feel the exertion pulling sweat on him, the moisture gathering upon his dusky skin and sliding down his brow. His fingers shifted slightly, teasing along Hermione's hips, wanting to feel them undulating and moving with each of his own thrusts.
Internally he could feel his cock hammering within her, jutting deep. Their new position meant new territory to fuck, to hammer, and Aali drove toward it with a purpose. His surging cock hammered deeper and deeper within, pushing aside trembling young walls. He wanted to feel those last interior barriers, to hammer against those and reshape her entire sex to fit his impressive cock. That mental desire added more ferocity to him, drawing a groan from the normally composed professor as his hips rocked all the more furiously.
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Hermione bit her lip, wriggling her hips a little to ease her professor's path as he paused; even as she waited, a little tense with anticipation, that slight movement allowed his cock to slide a little further inside of her, despite the tight fit, and she moaned against the sheets, her grip on them white-knuckled as she braced herself as she'd been ordered to. Later, she would have time to analyze this encounter (or, more likely, time to rationalize all of this), but for now, her mind was otherwise preoccupied. All that she could do wasfeel.
She could feel his hands gripping her hips, then, suddenly more tightly. Would she have bruises there, the next day, lingering there underneath her skirt? Evidence, of their encounter, although she wouldn't need that to remind her that this had occurredthe previously virginal Hermione Granger had been thoroughly deflowered, and it would be borderline impossible to forget that much save for an Obliviate.
And then, he began to thrust again. Hermione whimpered, startled at first by the force of his thrusts, her voice catching. At first, his thrusts were slow and purposeful, pushing her hard against the mattress. That gave Hermione a second to recover, between thrusts, to adjust her grip, or her positioning. Soon enough, however, Hermione realized that he was picking up the pace; unfortunately, she was in hardly any state to tell him to slow down. Instead, she pressed her face to the sheets, stifling a moan as he gripped her hips more tightly, arching back a little as he pulled back each time.
Despite what she knew of the reason behind their couplingthe noble causeit was hard not to feel debased. Hermione Granger, facedown on her professor's mattress as he mounted her, Hermione arched up for easier access. And, impossibly, she could feel him further and further inside her sex, as he continued to thrust into her, picking up speed, his pace rough and demanding. Would she be able to sit, tomorrow, without wincing? Surely, he had to be right up against her cervix, right nowshe could never have imagine that she would feel sofullbefore. It was a good thing she'd had the sense to ask him to use protection.
And with all of this, inexplicably, came arousal. She could feel herself dripping, down her thighs, even leaving the sheets a little bit damp underneath her, at her knees. Despite her earlier climax, she felt her pleasure mounting as he hammered within her, now each whimper of frustration drawn as he pulled back; without thinking, she arched back, desperate to have him inside of her. "P-professor,"she whined, unable to form much beyond that. "I-I'm..." She was going to come again, soon, at this rate.
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Another deep, guttural grunt escaped Aali's throat as he hammered against the ripe English-girl on his bed. Yet again he felt that beast within, that beast that often dwelt inside all men, rumbling its happiness at the sight. To take a girl such as Hermione Granger: intelligent, beautiful in a subtle way, and to debase her, to shove her face into a bed and make her scream for joy, to feel her dripping about his swollen member, her juices slicking her thighs, to feel that interior squeeze as her body memorized his details. The man had done the like before, most assuredly, but he would remember this for the rest of his existence, the memory etched onto his body and mind, the sort that would bring a smile to him even in his dotage.
The girl whined and undulated. Aali leaned forward, pressed against her shoulders, forcing her upper half to remain pressed against the bed. There would be no rising: she would not be allowed to regain any semblance of control. She may arch against him; he thoroughly enjoyed that, if only for the depth it allowed his cock to plumb, but he would not have her pulling up. Not yet. Their next time, soon, he would pull a fistful of those curls and yank her upright, perhaps conjuring a mirror and making her examine her own body. But now...
"Yes," he said, his voice deep and rumbling. "You're going to cum. No, not just cum: you're going to scream. Your body will quiver as pleasure again ignites your nerve endings and insists upon its right to your young body," he leaned forward, pressing his lips against her ear for a moment, nibbling before he released, speaking the hot words into her head directly. "You can feel it giving way, can't you? You're a fast learner, and now your body's learning all the pleasures. Your mind will never forget this, Miss Granger. And yet you know it's going to get so much worse," he nipped hear ear again, only to whisper: "Accelerando," his wand had appeared in his hand, likely through something like prestidigitation. Sometimes the Muggle arts helped ever so much. The spell hit his body, and he trembled, knowing the potential drawbacks of such magic. Still, he smiled, also knowing that Hermione would recognize it for what it was:
an enhanced speed spell.
If she'd thought Aali's hips had moved quickly before, Hermione would be shocked now. The foreign wizard kept her pinned down with his upper body, while his hips blurred at inhuman speeds. The friction alone would be incredible, let alone the sensation of a cock thrusting, thrusting at speeds that would make a hummingbird envious. Aali could feel his cock surging, knew he couldn't even pause to warn: his orgasm hit him at the same accelerated rate, blowing through his body. This did not slow his hips: if anything, it simply meant that Hermione would feel a shudder as the blast hit magical protection at full force, the hips seeming not to slow a whit in their frenzied movements.
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Hermione's grip on the sheets kept slipping. She panted, her face to the side, pressed to the bed; she had long since given up on keeping herself upright, and even if she had made an effort, Aali bearing down on her kept her firmly in place. There was no question as to who was in control of this encounter. And despite the rough treatment that she had been subjected to, despite the size of Aali's cock, it still felt like a tight fit, sliding in and out of her sex just so, leaving her gasping. Sitting would be uncomfortable the next day...certainly moreso in Aali's class, having to pretend that none of this had happened.
She had no idea how she was going to concentrate on the lesson. She couldn't concentrate now, certainly, being fucked like this, all of her mental energy focused on how good he felt inside of her, how slick she was, the heat between her legs. The way the bed rocked with the force of his thrusts, her bitten-off whimpers obscenely loud as they echoed through the room, even muffled as they were with her face pressed into the mattress.
You're going to come.She could barely focus on what he said beyond that, just the low hum of his voiceshe could practicallyfeelit, in her body, in her sex. His lips against her ear was almost too intense of a sensation, then, and as he nipped at it, she tightened around his cock instinctively, gasping. With each thrust, her pleasure spiked, higher and higher each time, but frustratingly enough, as worn-out as she was, it hit a plateau. She needed something elsesomething more. She whimpered frustratedly, tears pricking at her eyesand they widened, as she recognized the last thing he'd whispered in her ear. An enhanced speed spell.
"N-no," she managed. "I-I can't bear"
I can't bear it, she'd intended to say, and that much was true; there was already somuch, the thought ofmoremade her want to pass out. She wasn't able to finish her sentence, however, before the effects of the spell hit Aali's body, and Hermione was subjected to the hardest fuck that she'd experienced yet. She was pressed to the bed with even more force, then, barely able to moan as Aali thrust in and out of her with an intensity that left her dazed and breathless, entirely incapable of thought, just feeling. The ache in her sex, the slickness between her thighs, the building heat between her legs, the ache of arousal mounting, and mounting, and mounting. "P-professor," she managed dazedly. She was almost there.Almost. Another thrust, and another, and "Professor!" she cried as her orgasm hit her, hard, her sex tightening down on his cock as wave after wave coursed through her body. Wide-eyed and dazed, she could do little else butbearit, every sense that she had overloaded with pleasure. She couldn't think; she could barely focus enough to breathe, in shuddering gasps, as she came.
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Watching the beautiful student writhing before him would've sent Aali into a further spasm of joy and ecstasy even had he not been pistoning into her body with more force and speed than should be possible. He could feel the slick channel of her sex trembling, her body reacting to the constant assault upon her senses. That sudden, gasped word, a half-moaned worry, leaked into Aali's ears. He nearly covered her mouth, nearly wanted to smother the protests. Except that he knew his thrusting hips would literally drive the lesson home into her body. He would prove most physically that yes, Hermione could take such a sexual pummeling... and enjoy it quite thoroughly.
More and more moisture gathered and spat around Aali. His sheer movement kept pulling it from the girl, droplets and bits simply splattering against them due to raw force. A few bits of his own cum leaked from the protection as well, but his spell and the device would hold enough there. Even as he felt her sex spasming, milking his cock as if to beg for his seed to fertilize her all too ready womb. Aali groaned further as he felt it, the trembling from the girl rocketing back into him. Given that they'd just both cum hard, given that they'd both cum fairly recently, that should have been it. They should have collapsed.
Fortunately, magic didn't work that way. Aali leaned forward, pulling at Hermione's legs, lifting them up slightly to reangle. his hips kept moving, never slowed, slid over the wet channel that kept quivering. The motions continued with great force, the cock remaining as hard as a wand within her. If anything, Aali seemed to swell further, as if raw friction forced him to rise. The wizard mumbled a slight lubrication spell under his breath, knowing that they'd need it. For they were nearly sending curls of steam rising from their groins as it was, the sheer heat from Aali's thrusting hips working even the natural fluids into their next state.
Hermione would feel the sudden burst of gel-like liquid filling her as the spell took effect. It helped with the friction, turning the heat from unbearable to likely something like wonderful. It certainly made the cock glide all the more, even as Aali kept pulling, aiming for a new area as he thundered down, determined to all but pummel another orgasm out of his willing young student.