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The Witch Trainer {darkest_fate&obscura}

Again, Aali seemed to find his work at least nearly as interesting as Hermione in front of him, holding her skirt up–really, 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, truthfully–and 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...interesting as 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."
 
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.
 
Hermione's high spirits shifted back into suspicion at Aali's cheery response. It couldn't be that easy, could it? Twenty points for her willingness, on top of everything? She watched him tap his fingers on the device–whatever 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 almost pleasurable, 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 herself–but 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."
 
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 for seconds and 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.
 
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 class–Hermione 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 was desperate. She gripped her desk tightly, her breathing ragged, her panties soaked through–she 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 her–naturally, 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 how furious she was at Aali for putting her through this. She glared at him before being distracted by the rubbing in her panties–and 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.
 
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.
 
Much to Hermione's relief, Aali didn't lecture for long–instead, 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 quiet–a gasp here and there or a frustrated whimper went unnoticed. At least, by everyone except her professor. Aali approached her soon enough–taking 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 enough research on this thing, c-can't you take it off now–"
 
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 be worse than 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.
 
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 notes–she could tell from a glance–were 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 saying–she flushed, as she realized he'd asked her a question. Right there? In class? Someone could have overheard.

"I-I'm not, 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 being tortured, 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; how wet she was; how it continued to stop, just short 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 finally–finally–alone 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–"
 
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.
 
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 stupid–she knew well enough what she had agreed to, in order to receive her points. But really. 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 come–without even being able to touch herself.

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 whimper–and this was all his fault, 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 that–really, 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. And his fingers 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 firsthand–and 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 reasoned–was 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 finally–after what felt like an eternity, certainly the longest day that she had ever had–she stood in front of a door, and knocked.
 
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 Hermione deserved to 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.
 
Of course, Aali didn't seem to be...bothered whatsoever. 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, quickly–she 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 Hermione hadn't today. 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 this really wasn'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.
 
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.
 
Hermione hadn't truly hoped 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 work–she 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 all–there 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-I am a strong witch, sir," Hermione protested as she fidgeted. "I w-would figure something out, it's hardly Voldemort, 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 contemplation–not that she could manage it, in her state. "Three hundred points," she said impatiently. "F-fine, yes, let's get on with it–"
 
"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.
 
Hermione's frustration mounted as Aali stared–what was the use in waiting? She did have 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, Gryffindor red and 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 if–she already knew–the couldn't.
 
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.
 
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 for this. 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. Hours of 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 abruptly–she couldn't stand this much longer, she would die. "I-I want you to...fuck me," she said hastily, fidgeting. "H...however you like, I-I don't care, I just need you to–I want to come, please, I–"
 
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 a predator. "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.
 
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 doing–what 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 edge–in several meanings of the phrase–this 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–"
 
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 to fuck," 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 literally can't cum 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.
 
Hermione gritted her teeth, shooting Aali a glare. It wasn't as though she had her wits about her as she usually did, just now–it 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 she really wanted 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 even thinking that 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 response–although 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 was–her panties soaked through, practically dripping down her inner thighs. You're going to lose your virginity on that bed. For a good cause–for Gryffindor–but 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, but–strangely, 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 you–really I need–"

A light shove sent Hermione stumbling back to sprawl on the bed. She pressed her thighs together–not in the interest of modesty, but an automatic response, a desperate attempt for some sort 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. That would be inside of her. Truthfully, even in the state she was in, she was a little intimidated.
 
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.
 
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 it–and impossibly, it was bigger than it had seemed when clothed. The thickness was as nearly as intimidating as the length. "I-is that–are you sure that will fit, 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 things dirtier, 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, and–she bit her lip, squirming as he halted, positioning it at her entrance and stilling. She hadn't negotiated for protection, of course, but–really, she would have thought that would be obvious. A hand went to tug at her shirt, a button slipping loose.
 
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