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The Witch Trainer {darkest_fate&obscura}

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 he did point 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 knows I would 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, really–I promise I won't ask for this much again, really, it's just–everyone's been so discouraged since 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 access–or 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.
 
Yet again Hermione proved that she did have 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.
 
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 very fair–" 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."
 
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.
 
Hermione bit her lip as she felt Aali's fingers slide up and then dip underneath her panties. This was it–now, 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, and–she gasped, as a finger slid down further, pressing against her hole.

Hermione had certainly never imagined that that would 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.
 
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.
 
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 desperately–perhaps he dabbled in dark magic. There was no other explanation for how she was feeling. Surely there was no reason for her to be liking this, 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, frustrated–because 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–"
 
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.
 
"A-ah–Professor–" 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. Besides–she thought dazedly, trying her best to keep herself upright–was 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 this–he 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...I couldn'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't quite as 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 for–oh–Gryffindor–" 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 charm–perhaps a Remembrall would do, next time.
 
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.
 
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, but–more worryingly–not 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 instead–if 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 her–all 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, even hear it 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.
 
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.
 
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.
 
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.
 
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 state–laid 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 protest–although not all the way down, just to to her thighs, just above her knees. Somehow, that felt dirtier, 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 an accident, 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 how exposed she 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 things–and, 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 be more–"
 
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.
 
"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 sex–not because she could fathom being 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 so close–it 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 formal Miss Granger. "Professor–" she began, and gasped.

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.
 
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.
 
Despite the fact that Hermione had already been thoroughly debauched–or so she thought–Hermione 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 felt more sensitive, 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 that–she 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 tongue–surely, 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 there Gryffindor girls 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, but–oh, did it feel good there. 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 so–the 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.
 
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.
 
Hermione understood sex from a reasoned, logical perspective, what it entailed, but she certainly hadn't ever imagined something like this. 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. Perhaps–she thought as she bit her lip, her thighs tensing–perhaps 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 sex–perhaps it was a reward, 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 was fitting that 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 was soaking, 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 penetration–although 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 that that wasn'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 to die, 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'm–ah–I-I'm going to–I need to–" The words escaped her before she could consider too closely whether or not she needed permission.
 
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.
 
Hermione reached up to tug at her tie clumsily, distracted as she loosened it the best that she could–she 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 herself–she wasn't a slut, after all.

There would be no use in wearing panties after this, Hermione was forced to admit–she 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 enough–she 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 it was a 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 plateauing–she 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–"
 
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.
 
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 exhausted–the 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 she did have 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 climax twice? 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 laughing–feel him laughing, it made her thighs tense just a little–much 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 vibration–and 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? A third orgasm? 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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