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The Witch Trainer {darkest_fate&obscura}

Hermione Granger would learn this lesson well, and Aali Samara intended to be quite the dedicated teacher. His mouth continued its work upon her girlish sex even as he felt the walls trembling. No doubt the teenager felt herself at her limit. Her breathless words certainly gave Aali that impression. She didn't understand, didn't seem to realize what precisely her professor had meant when he'd given her the terminology earlier. What professor wouldn't want to clarify things for his student, especially one as eager as Hermione herself?

So the professor kept humming the tune, starting with the steady melody. He could hear her breathless words. He'd felt that hand move, hover just above him. He'd felt it settle against her soft thigh, as if that would somehow be better, easier to take than sliding those fingers through his hair. Her naivete almost made him chuckle anew, but he would not break his concentration. The humming continued. The professor drew it, stretched it, allowed it to transform from the tune to something steady. No need to vary sensation now. The hips had already started to rise upward, sex urging itself toward the mouth, toward the source. Aali's lips worked even as they vibrated, drawing sensation, pressing tight against her. Girlish protests attempted to drown out his steady humming, but the professor simply increased. The noise took on a nearly supernatural thrum and intensity. The professor drew his lips tight, started directing it, dragging along her sensitive flesh.

First, vibrations along those sensitive outer lips. Hermione's tight virgin sex didn't have meaty lips, but that only made them more tempting targets. Aali drew his pressed, thrumming lips against the contours of Hermione's skin, dragging himself along. He drew a steady arch, moving up to where she'd recently divested herself of skin. He hovered there, drawing a small circle, pausing only a moment to release air along the sensitive flesh and draw in more, taking in the beautiful aroma of aroused girl as he went. Then he drew the arch back down. Down the side, near her other thigh. Steady on the edges for a moment. The thighs trembled; Aali could feel them. He drew one hand along the sensitive flesh, feeling up, noting that she'd raised her shirt slightly to bare just a bit more flesh. He allowed his fingers to play along this newly exposed flesh while he circled, wanting to feel her muscles contorting to match his oral manipulations.

All the while Aali could feel his cock throbbing. The thing stood straight, surging against his robes, demanding attention. The knowledge that it could slide in, that this quivering girl could no more resist him than she could stop her body's reactions, gave it further power. Simply stand, it insisted. End this. Take her.

But Aali redirected those energies. The humming intensified, nearly becoming a thrumming. Then he drew it up, quickly drawing another arch. This time, his lips paused just at the crest, poised above her slit. One hand reached down, cupping her rear, fingers spread. The other up, grabbing her shirt. Then he moved quickly, muscles flexing. He drew her upper body down, her lower body up. His lips shot down. They slid directly toward the hood. Aali suddenly intensified his thrumming, intensified and directed. He placed his pursed lips directly upon Hermione's clitoral hood, sending the strong vibrations pulsating against the throbbing, sensitive little love button awaiting in those protective folds. And he held. And held. And did not move. Did not decrease his intensity. He thrummed as though he were a living sex-toy, all his attentions focused for that moment not on teasing, but on delivering the sexual coup de grace.
 
This had to qualify as torture, Hermione thought hazily. The overwhelming wave of pleasure peaking, and peaking, and peaking, her overworked body, the shame lurking behind all of this–she could practically feel the magical energy crackling underneath her skin. She had certainly never learned about any of this in her classes, although it was perhaps somewhat fitting that she was learning this from a professor nonetheless, as studious as she was.

The humming was maddening, just enough for Hermione's arousal to build, but not quite enough to send her into her next orgasm, at least not yet. It was steady, and ceaseless, and she had to catch herself as she arched her hips up against his mouth, forcing herself to keep them back against the desk–it wouldn't do to appear wanton, not when she would be bargaining for more, later. Not much more, of course, but she'd decided, somewhere between the course of two (almost three) orgasms, that perhaps this wasn't completely torturous–perhaps she would allow him to take a few more liberties with her after this session. Just a few. She wasn't one of those Slytherin girls.

Aali drew his lips tight, drawing a whimper from Hermione, the hand on her midsection curling into a fist, her fingers drawing up her skirt just slightly as they tightened. The humming increased, and Hermione moaned again, the sound echoing off the walls of Professor Samara's office, her sex tightening again around something that wasn't quite there. How much longer was she going to last? Not much, she thought hazily–each climax had come to her more quickly than the last. She was soaked by now–she wouldn't be surprised if there was a puddle underneath her, she certainly felt like it. Again, Hermione resisted the urge to reach down and card her fingers through Aali's dark hair, to press him more closely to her sex, as impossible as that seemed.

She could feel Aali's hand, then, and she flinched, startled. Somehow, that was nearly (well, not nearly, but significantly nonetheless) as sensual as Aali's mouth on her; almost intimate. She felt as though she was burning, where those fingers traced, and that sensation loosed her self-imposed restraints, and again Hermione canted her hips, her face turning to the side, her eyes closing as she flushed, her mouth open, panting. Looking at him, doing this, right then, right there, was all of a sudden too much to focus on when paired with the sensation of Aali's mouth pressed close to her sex, humming, sending vibrations to her core.

She was going to come again. Hermione understood that fact, but even so, it was staggering, every tired, worn-out muscle in her body indicating the contrary. Nonetheless, Hermione's arousal built. It built as she felt Aali's hand cupping her rear, reminding her of how his fingers had felt inside of her, and it built as Aali's focus centralized upon her clit, the vibrations making her gasp and moan, rocking her hips upwards, her thighs tensing again. It was almost as though Aali had no interest in her outside of the very specific part that held his interest, as though she were his plaything, and although that feeling, quite rationally, drew forth feeling of shame, it made her wetter just as well.

"Professor," Hermione whimpered, gasping for breath, arching up, practically grinding against his mouth. "P-professor–" She wasn't able to finish her sentence, and with that and a cry, she was coming, one of her hands digging into the desk, the other into her skin, barely grazing against Aali's fingers. She could scarcely think as wave after wave wracked her, her sex tightening again, her hips arching up, her entire body trembling and quivering–for a second, Hermione truly felt as though she were going to pass out. The only reason she was fairly certain that she hadn't was the fact that that sensation continued, peaking again and again as Aali kept his mouth pressed to her, until Hermione finally slumped back against the desk, dazed and panting for breath, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. She couldn't speak right then, couldn't think, couldn't focus on anything. For a moment there, she was gone.
 
So much resistance trained into this young girl. Aali could feel it even now, even so many orgasms in, so many times her body had already tightened and arched and let itself go in that burst. He'd seen it so often before. How these girls almost seemed unable to stop themselves from overcoming sexual blocks. So that even when caught in the throes of ecstasy they resisted. They fought. They didn't seem to realize that this fighting only increased the tension, only added fuel to the fire, only made everything more.

Aali again again heard the whisper, couldn't help but feel somewhat impressed that Miss Granger could string even that many syllables together. His mouth followed the jerking hips, refusing to let up the sensation. He had not stopped the vibrations. Had not stopped drawing his lips tight about her nub. Had not stopped piling more and sensation. Had not lowered his hands. Had not, in fact, even slowed a whit. He could feel her arcing. Her delicious sex leaked like a punctured fruit, the sweet nectar splashing against Aali's face. He fought the urge to suckle like a greedy animal. His lips did not move. They remained tight, delivering the vibrations into her quivering form even as she bucked and arched and gave in.

His expertise once more came into play, knowing how she'd buck, how she'd writhe, where to move, what to do. His humming song undulated in time with her hips. The vibrations kept sending into her body, working to ignite further nerves. Each pulse insisted on more pleasure, on more reaction, on pushing her sexual limits and extending boundaries, shattering all preconceptions. Only when she slumped wholly onto the desk did Aali finally raise up. He looked over the panting schoolgirl, his wet lips twisting into a smile.

The professor withdrew from the schoolgirl for a moment. his hand went down to where the panties had stretched. It gripped almost casually. Then it simply pulled the garment right up. There was, indeed, a pool of gathered moisture underneath Hermione: her slumped form now rested in it. The professor did not care. He simply drew the soft cotton garment back over the sensitive sex, letting it instantly soak up the girlish juices. Once it nestled into place, he gave it a pat.

"Excellent, Miss Granger, full marks," he said. He reached up to tug down her skirt, ruffling it about her still wet thighs. Then the shirt, tugged just a little lower, his hands fanning out. "That, as you can see, is what it feels like to have multiple orgasms. I sincerely doubt that you'd believe me incapable of more, but you do have classes to attend."

He gave the girl another pat before walking around. His head hovered near hers, looking into those gazed eyes from above. "You will return this evening," he said, his tone authoritative. "You will report to my office. You will change into a new set of undergarments," he reached into the desk, producing a catalog and a box. "You will order them from this. You will wear them and you will come prepared for another lesson in expanding your sexual horizons. What you are feeling is a post-coital bliss, Miss Granger. And that is simply from my mouth and fingers, and not my extensive collection of toys or the portion of my anatomy that is likely to be dwelling in your thoughts. You will return, you will experience more."

He tapped her abdomen with the catalog before settling it there. "I think Gryffindor colors would be appropriate, don't you? But feel free to surprise me." He smiled, and then he calmly walked behind his desk, already drawing out work, and acting as if he didn't have a sexually satiated teenage girl panting on his desk while his cock surged mightily within his robes.
 
Hermione watched, dazedly, as Aali drew back, reaching down to grasp her panties. She could feel the warmth from his hand, just barely, before he pulled the garment back up. She could practically feel her panties stick to her sex, soaked as it was, and she jumped, a little startled, as he patted her. Normally, she would object to such patronizing and dismissive treatment, but at the moment, words were still beyond her grasp–she had barely caught her breath yet.

The sound of his voice pulled her out of her trance. She reddened, embarrassed at the state of herself, and she sat up a little as he tugged down her skirt, straightened her shirt. Her hands went to her tie, to set it into the right place, and she reached up to smooth her hair, the best that she could, but–really, she couldn't completely undo the state of disarray that she was in. An irrational part of her mind wondered whether what had just conspired was written on her face; it certainly felt like it.

"Th-thank you, sir," she managed. How many points had she earned? She couldn't even remember, truthfully. Even if, she reminded herself, that had been the point. At the mention of classes, however, she gasped, looking at her watch–she was nearly late. She could hardly ask for a pass, though, however; that much would be suspicious. The thought occurred to her to ask for more points, to make up for what she would lose for being tardy, but...she couldn't risk dallying any more, certainly. It felt as though she'd been in here for hours.

Hermione accepted the box along with the catalogue, frowning when she turned it over to look at its cover, and going red as it became apparent what the subject of the catalogue was. She would have to hide this, certainly–the thought of Ginny or one of the other Gryffindor girls stumbling across it was mortifying. "I ought to get a lot of points for this," she grumbled, as she flipped through the catalogue. "If anyone finds this, my reputation will suffer."

At the mention of the portion of is anatomy that had certainly been in Hermione's thoughts, Hermione reddened further, shutting the catalogue with a little more force than necessary. "I have an exam to study for tonight," she told him as she slid off of his desk, very pointedly avoiding looking at the wet spot. "But I'll see what I can do." Aali, of course, was already taking out his work, as though debauching Hermione had been a scheduled activity, and he was moving onto the next without a care in the world. As though Hermione wasn't still weak at the knees. The thought irritated her, and she hugged the catalogue to her chest, frowning.

Gryffindor colors. Of course. "Goodbye, then, sir," Hermione muttered, leaving in a little bit of a huff, although she was slightly less coordinated than she'd been coming in.

As she'd expected, sitting through all of her classes was uncharacteristically difficult. She'd hardly been able to focus on her professors at all, and instead, her attention had wandered. How was she expected to pick out that sort of undergarment–as though she were one of those Slytherin girls? Nonetheless, she found herself restless, almost anticipating when she would be able to get back and look through it...out of pure necessity, naturally. She was, after all, doing this for points.

Despite the exam that she supposedly had to study for, that evening found Hermione returning to Professor Samara's door, glancing behind her to make sure that no one was watching. She felt almost underdressed. The lacy red undergarments she'd picked out had been among the more conservative items in the catalogue, even–they were just barely transparent, even if one could clearly see her nipples through the mesh, as the fabric only began to grow opaque closer to her hips and her sides respectively. It was a strange sensation, as well, and she fidgeted uncomfortably before knocking on the door.
 
Even Aali had lost track of how many points Hermione had earned. He frankly barely cared about the points, and figured that he'd simply add a couple hundred to Gryffindor and call that even enough. Not as if Hermione would be arguing the details overmuch. Whether she realized it or not, she'd become his the moment she'd let him get her to climax. Aali didn't plan on cluing Miss Granger in to this fact until he had his dick already inside her, and he still intended to put that off for at least a little while longer.

"We'll see about points if you follow through," he replied distractedly as Hermione protested the catalog. There were certainly more chaste items available for selection in there, and Aali half expected Hermione to opt for one of those. As if her reputation would truly suffer from having a few pairs of risque underwear. That would hardly get her more than a few teases. If anything, letting people know that she actually thought about sex and looking pretty may help Miss Granger. But Aali kept his opinion to himself.

he did hand over a hall-pass, figuring she may need it for class. She'd come tonight; he had little doubt, but until then, Aali saw no reason to make things difficult for her. He dismissed her with a wave, going back to his work. His thoughts did remain on Miss Granger throughout a portion of the day, though perhaps not as fixated on the situation as Hermione would have thought. He did need to pick out the appropriate toys and finalize his plans for tonight. And, of course, there was his job: couldn't have anyone noticing his slacking off just because he'd acquired a schoolgirl plaything. Reports filed, classes taught, lessons developed, all done with casual efficiency. Then Aali himself had opted to change into a pair of silken underwear for this evening.

So he'd been ready when she arrived. He heard the knock and actually looked up, already well aware of who lay on the other side. "Come in," he said, before raising his wand to flick, activating several charms and devices. Sound proofing would of course be necessary, and he wholly intended to record this as well. The professor would be lowering his wand as Hermione entered the room, his head turning to look at her.

"You know the standard requirement," he said, flicking the wand toward her skirt. She was to show her panties to him in full view. He was curious to see what she'd opted to select as her first official "sexy" panties.
 
Hermione pushed the door open when summoned, shutting it quickly behind her. Not that anyone would be out in the halls this time of night, apart from Filch, but...that was a bit of a problem, nonetheless, as she wasn't lucky enough to own an invisibility cloak. "Good evening," she said primly, locking the door behind her with her own wand, just to be safe. If any of this got out–she could hardly imagine the thought. Although, she supposed, her dedication to Gryffindor would be obvious, at the very least.

She blinked, at first neglecting to remember what, exactly, the standard requirement had been–when she remembered, she went a little pink, but resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She would be getting points for this, after all...she was fairly certain. It was five, or maybe one. Five points didn't matter much in the grand scheme of things, but Hermione had decided that the best thing to do would be to keep Professor Samara happy, if she wanted a bigger payout overall. Besides, it took hardly any effort at all to lift up her skirt.

Hermione reached down, then, skimming the tip of her skirt with her fingers before taking ahold of it and pulling it up. She was less nervous this time, a little more practiced, although she did worry at the fabric's edge with her fingers; whether that was nervousness or impatience was unclear. Under her skirt was revealed a pair of dark red panties, smooth like satin towards her hips, and then more transparent towards the middle, the lace mesh revealing just a little bit more than she was comfortable with. The cut was a little more close-fitting than she was used to as well, but really, it had been one of the more conservative options.

"There," she said, once Aali had taken it in. "If I may suggest, sir, I ought to get more points than usual for this–that catalogue was quite...extensive, it's a lot of reading for something that only two people are going to see." A lot of very secretive reading. She'd gotten through most of it in the Room of Requirement, thankfully.
 
The skirt went up, and suddenly Aali's attention became wholly focused. What had she selected? What had been her decision regarding her choice of undergarment? He knew the catalogue had been rather... well, lewd came to mind, and he'd only given Hermione so much of a guideline. his curiosity had been piqued, therefore, and he couldn't help but lift his eyes in pleasure at the sight of virginal Hermione wrapped in a dark red pantie fit for a seductress. The way it hugged her cute little teenage pussy sent blood pumping to his dick, particularly knowing that, points or no, she'd done this quite specifically to please him. The points were merely the carrot: the goal was in the training, and Hermione was coming along quite beautifully.

So beautifully that her demands barely phased Aali. What did he care about points, so long as he still had enough to use as leverage? He hardly expected the points to matter soon enough: Hermione would be his pet to do with as he would. Still, they worked to soothe her, and that was worth it in itself.

"I agree, and you did quite well with your selection," he said, nodding. "I believe we could increase the points significantly to, say, twenty?" Aali raised his brows, nodded, and then leaned back. He kept his eyes locked onto the panties, even more determined to go through with his plan upon seeing them.

"It's probably for the best that you rid yourself of all that pesky pubic hair though, otherwise we may see something unsightly there. I imagine that the fabric feels quite good against the skin too," he nodded and looked up at her. "Would you like to relax, perhaps have something to drink? Or would you rather just come out and state what you're actually here for? I imagine that the last few times have left my expectations abundantly clear. If it's any consolation, your pleasure is paramount to me, equal at the least with your learning," he said this with a sly smile. After all, he'd been quite focused on that before now, and surely Hermione would expect that the time had come for her to do something to return the favor. His eyes again fell to her where he knew her pantie clad, virginal sex to be, and were he less in control, he would likely begin drooling.
 
"Twenty points?" Hermione mulled that over. Now wasn't the time to negotiate–twenty points was certainly enough of an increase for this particular activity, anyway. "That should be enough," she concluded, as though she had really been considering asking for more. She dropped her skirt, then, smoothing it over her thighs. "I already did that, actually," she continued, turning a little bit pink. "That spell I learned–it's, er, easier, it makes the fabric less uncomfortable." She'd happened to stumble across the proper version of a hair removal spell, something more long-lasting and had figured that it would be best to take care of that then, also within the Room of Requirement.

Not that she had done it for Aali's approval; it had been of her own volition, of course. That much, she hoped, was obvious, given her reputation.

At Aali's question, Hermione frowned. "I'm underage, sir," she reminded him a little sternly. "That would be against the law–" She reddened further as he continued. What she was here for, she thought, would be fairly obvious; there was no need to state it. "I'm here to earn points," she said evasively, crossing her arms. "Any...er, pleasure, I possibly derive from the experience is irrelevant." As though there was a chance that she hadn't found what they'd done earlier that day pleasurable. For the sake of Hermione's pride, that was what she was going to pretend.

It hadn't escaped her notice, however, that much of the proceedings had focused on Hermione's pleasure. She wasn't stupid–she'd noticed how hard Aali had been, despite the fact that he had been clothed. "You mentioned that I would...experience more," she ventured, a little uneasily. "So I would guess–something beyond your...what we did earlier."
 
Aali nodded. Twenty struck him as being quite good for simply looking for an undergarment and finding one. Perhaps if she'd shown up with something truly involved he'd have increased it further. But her protests hardly struck him as overly valid: it was easy enough to dismiss simply looking at a catalogue, albeit with some blushing. And he had difficulty believing that she wasn't enjoying the feeling of wearing something like that. Everyone wanted to feel sexy, attractive, and Aali was awakening that within Miss Granger. She would flush at the mention of, say, hair loss or other discussions regarding that particular area.

It made him want to chuckle when she protested drinking given her age. What was the pesky law for witches in this country? He hardly cared: if she was old enough to be this mature, to be an object of sexual desire, to be womanly enough to own her sexuality, than she was old enough to drink. She was there to earn points, the pleasure, irrelevant. Well, she wouldn't have been quite as appealing if she'd been easy to crack. Aali would even willingly go along with the slight suggestion that she hadn't earned in pleasure, though they both knew that to be very much to the contrary.

he intended for the trend of her having a good deal of pleasure to continue, of course. It wouldn't be as enjoyable for him otherwise. Her discomfort actually pleased him slightly, certainly sent a bit more blood pumping between his legs.

"Yes, that is certainly how it's going to go. I'm a little surprised at how short your answer is. I always thought you rather intelligent," Aali nodded. "Clearly you came here for more points," and for more pleasure and carnal knowledge, but Aali was willing to be coy about that, "and you know that things progress each time. I can hardly be expected to reward stagnation. Given what progressed earlier, there really aren't very many directions to go in progression, are there?" Oh, there were ever so many, as Aali fully intended to show Hermione. However, he had plans for this evening, and he would much rather use the time they had engaging in them.

"I don't feel the urge to dance around the subject for tonight, Miss Granger, so I'll be blunt. You are going to extract my cock from within my robes. Then you are going to lift your skirt and begin rubbing your cute little pantie clad crotch over me until I'm satisfied. It should sound quite familiar to you, as I believe it's often called 'dry humping'?" Aali raised his brows, leaning forward slightly. "I do so want to feel those particularly daring knickers of yours pressed against me, and I don't see any reason to be shy about it."

Not considering everything else, not considering what they'd done before. Aali did know he was pushing it slightly, asking for this sort of thing. Just seeing his penis would probably be enough to put her off slightly. But he wasn't asking her to touch it for long, simply to extract it. Given that she'd likely gone in expecting a blow or a hand job, rubbing against him would surely sound more appealing. Of course, Aali knew it would impart a good deal more pleasure on Hermione than the other options, which was, of course, the point.

It wouldn't do him any good for her not to start enjoying and craving sexual contact, after all.
 
Hermione was intelligent. She just wasn't perverse, not like Aali was; her reactions to his expert attentions that morning had been all his fault, of course. "I-I wouldn't know the progression," Hermione lied. Of course she had thought about how things would progress, just a little bit; she had begrudgingly prepared herself mentally for that. Aali would want her to service him in some way, probably. Hermione was equal parts dreading it and relieved–it would certainly be further than she'd ever conceived of going, but at the very least, Hermione would be able to keep herself emotionally detached from the scenario. Emotionally detached was, of course, the exact opposite of how she'd been that morning.

Aali spoke, and Hermione blushed further. "Dry humping?" she echoed, shock evident in her voice. Surely he was joking–he couldn't possibly imagine that Hermione would be able to do such a thing. She glanced towards the door, knowing that rationally, she ought to storm out...but, the more that she thought about it, if she viewed it in a certain way, this was a step back, even. He wouldn't be directly touching her under her panties; he probably wouldn't even be able to see her that well. And his cock would be out, but well–did it make that much of a difference, if there was a layer of clothing between them?

"Fine," she said, looking back to Aali. "I-I'll do it. Just that." This, she told herself, was her absolute limit; surely this would be enough to entertain Aali on repeat occasions. Now, this was about his pleasure, certainly. Hermione had her panties on; this wouldn't be like what had happened that morning. It would be easier to keep herself...emotionally detached, as she thought earlier.

Although it was a wild guess, it seemed as though Aali intended for this to take place at his desk, as usual. Hermione wasn't sure which was dirtier, engaging in this sort of behavior here, or in a bed; this happening in an office, she supposed, made it a little bit more of a professional affair. "How many points?" she asked, already stepping forward. With a slight hesitation, she straddled his lap, her legs spreading so that her skirt rode up a little bit on her thighs. There was no use in bothering to attempt to maintain her modesty, though, she supposed, and she left it.

The most unpleasant part of this business, she told herself, would be taking his cock out. She'd certainly never touched one before. She reached down to part his robes, fumbling with the zip of his trousers underneath, her heart pounding in nervousness. He was already hard, that much she could feel, pressing just slightly against her panties, although since they hadn't started yet, she hadn't quite spread her legs enough to allow much contact. And from what she could feel, he was big.
 
"Oh? And here I'd thought you were the intelligent one, Miss Granger," Aali replied easily enough. He didn't quite want to humiliate the poor girl, though the temptation was certainly there. They both knew the reality; they both knew where this would end up. Aali would've been at least somewhat entertained by Hermione's girlish, naive insistences, what she had to whisper to herself to push just a little further. As if she wouldn't be bent over his desk and taking his cock on the regular very, very soon. But he could wait. He could tease and torment and draw her out.

First a nod, pushing past the shock. "You're going to have to get used to terminology, Miss Granger. You are going to have to utilize it," he offered along with a teasing smile. He didn't see any reason not to include vocabulary in their lessons. For wouldn't it be all the more pleasant to hear Miss Granger's voice screaming out obscenities or demanding that he take her with his hard cock? Yet again the thought sent another pulse of blood into Aali's already throbbing groin.

But professional, as she seemed to do as well. He couldn't help but smile as the girl slid onto his lap, knowing where to go and what to do immediately. Hermione was just such a sharp girl, and instinctive when it came to this. Whether she admitted it or not, she showed a natural inclination toward the carnal arts that Aali fully intended to develop. What use was a little witch pet if she wasn't trained to the best of her abilities.

"Why don't you offer a suggestion? What do you feel is a good exchange for the first time you'll see a male's cock?" he purposefully dropped the last word, enunciating it almost too fully. Then he dropped back into that mysterious, borderline cocky, smile as he felt her rummaging. The trousers would part. The cock would almost immediately surge against the expensive undergarment. It would push, all too willing to finally meet this trembling little schoolgirl and begin entrancing her.

For Aali had been blessed with a cock that many would almost call beautiful, and some had. His uncut dome swelled proudly, forming a cap to a dusky pillar that stretched nearly ten inches into the air. It looked almost too well formed, as though someone had sculpted it. Perhaps it swelled a little, particularly in the bulbous head or in a few of the more evidently throbbing areas; an unfortunate side effect of the reversed engorgement charm. But the cock proved almost too smooth, broken only by obvious veins that seemed to pulse. Its base would prove to be also shaven, without a hair to show until the thighs began. This only served to make him look all the larger, as the cock bounded fully free, tapping against the girl's cloth covered sex. Already a little precum drizzled from the top, just barely dotting her cloth.

"Whenever you're ready to begin, Miss Granger," Aali said, as though Hermione had stepped forward to volunteer in his class. He gestured toward the cock, giving her a nod. No doubt she'd be staring for some time, looking into its near winking eye as she attempted to figure out the best position. It would take some effort, but the professor intended to remain wholly still. The more she did, the more he could maintain that she had done this quite willing, even with a cock that threatened to surely tap her navel.
 
Hermione paused, her fingers on Aali's zip, and eyed him a little bit skeptically. He was allowing her to choose how many points she earned? She would have to overshoot how much she wanted, then–she didn't want to chance him bargaining. "Two hundred and fifty points for all of this," she said. That seemed fair enough–generous, almost, given the fact that Hermione was technically neglecting her studies for this that evening. Even if there wasn't a chance that Hermione would be able to keep her mind on her textbooks if she had decided to stay in that evening.

Hermione flushed at the word cock, although really, that was silly; it was merely terminology. She glanced back down to Professor Samara's trousers and the prominent bulge, before steeling herself and unzipping them, parting them gingerly and–

Hermione gasped.

Why on earth was it so big? It was long, and thick, and–was that typical? Hermione, despite her seemingly infinite resource of knowledge, had no idea what the average size was, nor what it looked like, but this had to be bigger. She arched up, flushing, not quite able to avoid the head tapping against her panties, nor the precome it left, that she could feel just barely through the sheer fabric. Her professor's words drew her out of her thoughts, and she reddened further as she realized she'd been staring, wide-eyed.

Hermione supposed that the best thing to do would be to get this over with. Hesitantly, she sank back onto her thighs, reluctantly allowing Aali's cock to press against her panties–first just its tip, hard and insistent, pushing just slightly against her sex through her panties. She flushed, angling her hips a little so that it pressed up against her length-wise, instead, although that wasn't any less prominent for different reasons; this way, she could feel it in its entirety brush against her pussy, leaving precome in its wake as it slid past her entrance and up, up further until it pushed at her skirt.

She shifted back, again, then, this time a little less gingerly, owing to it sliding against her a little more easily this time, aided by the slickness of Aali's precome. Hermione supposed that this wasn't as awkward as she'd envisioned. It was almost pleasurable, even–if she arched against it just so...she bit her lip, forcing herself to clear her head. This wouldn't be a repeat of the previous evening; Hermione fully intended to maintain control of her feelings. Even as she scolded herself, however, thoughts drifted through her head, unbidden–because really, how could anyone fit something so big inside of themselves. Had Aali's other lovers enjoyed it for its size? Not that she cared.
 
"Two hundred," Aali replied almost immediately. He knew that the offer Hermione made had simply been too high. While he still didn't care, and didn't believe he'd need to worry overmuch about House points, he didn't want to set the bar so high that it couldn't be insurmountable for the next time around. Plus, a mere fifty points didn't seem like too much of a deduction; surely Snape would make up the difference.

All such tactical thoughts left as his cock bounded free. Just hearing that gasp made Aali's cock pulse a little further. He could feel it just tapping against her, that thin barrier of cloth seeming oh so very little. For the cock dripped, fluids running down the front already. The professor could easily imagine the load, the rather impressive load, he would shoot over her, how it would cake the front of Miss Granger's panties, how she would feel its heat, likely mixing with her own. The girl ran her sex all the way down, teasing the entire shaft. Aali could feel his cock pulsing, the sensation almost too teasing for him. The urge to simply reach out and grab the girl by her plump teenage rear, or to seize the panties and yank them to the side to sink in, it threatened to overwhelm the professor. But he wanted this experience, to feel the virginal girl slipping just a little further into reluctant debauchery.

So the professor actually moved his hands behind his back, interlocking his fingers. he did shift his hips, felt them rise slightly, particularly as his head pushed her skirt up slightly. The lewd bulge amused Aali, drew his lips into a slight twitch just short of a smile. Especially as he watched it sink when she rolled back. The cock dragged along; he could feel it against her softness, the texture once again almost too much. But he kept his gaze upon Hermione's face, noting the bitten lip, noting the way she fought.

"You're doing quite good, Miss Granger," he said, his voice as level as if they were in class. "I realize it can be quite daunting, especially for the first time. Feel free to utilize whatever parts of your body you'd like to help, though I won't be adding points of course," he nodded, trying to sound as if he were simply the magnanimous instructor. At some point the professor truly intended to use all of Hermione's holes. He would see his cock skewering her face, those eyes looking up to him with something like submission. He would feel the tight walls of her cute ass squeezing and milking him. He would feel her hand wrapped tight about, pulling seed from his swollen balls. And, of course, he would feel her sex leak about him, showing the virginal lust that he'd already started to build.

For now, however, he forced himself to remain still, to have Hermione do the work for him. It was all the plan: let her take ownership, some action, push herself just a little further into debauchery. He only needed to edge her ever so much more for what he had planned. But oh, how his cock protested even as it rejoiced in the sensation of schoolgirl pantie dragging along its impressive length.
 
Hermione was the tiniest bit cross at the slight deduction of her earnings in points, but she supposed that was what she'd been anticipating, anyway. Two hundred, at least, would be enough to have Gryffindor nearly overtake the Hufflepuffs. She'd been paranoid about her classmates wondering just how Gryffindor had managed to earn so many points so quickly, but, by way of a blessing and a curse, Slytherin had managed to further their lead with an astounding five hundred point increase that day, and that had been the subject of gossip instead.

This would be easier, Hermione thought as she bit her lip, if things weren't so slick. Each time she arched against Aali's cock, it left precum in its path; her panties weren't quite as soaked as they had been during that morning's instruction, but nonetheless, they were considerably wetter than they'd been when she had walked into the room, and somehow, they felt like they were molded to her pussy even more closely now, no thanks to how hard Aali's cock was.

And with that extra give that the wetness lent her panties...it was almost like she was wearing nothing at all, except worse. She could practically feel his cock as though it were pushed up against her right there, except at the same time, there was the frustratingly tactile sensation of the rub of the silky fabric against her skin. It almost felt pleasurable; not that it was, but–perhaps it would be moreso if she were a little more deliberate in her actions.

More focused on Aali's cock than she was on Aali himself, now, Hermione steadied herself with a hand pressed against Aali's chest, the other grasping her skirt in order to push it up just a little to keep it from getting in the way. She arched against his cock and ground back down again, her breath hitching as it slid against her clit. He really was producing a lot of precum, she thought hazily; certainly, none of that wetness was from her. And if she arched back against it like so, raising herself up a little higher–it pressed into her, almost, the head of Aali's cock pressing up against the entrance to her sex.

As she lowered herself again, this time, her thighs were spread wide enough so that Aali's cock caught in the corner of her panties, sliding under them just slightly, until she flushed and canted her hips so that she was covered again. Just that was enough to distract her entirely, though. She couldn't help but think about how that cock would feel against her bare flesh, and that thought spurred her onward as she shut her eyes, her hand gripping at Aali's robes more tightly as she focused on rubbing against Aali's cock, just so, the slide of his shaft against her clit occasionally drawing a bitten-back whimper from her.

She was drawn out of her haze a little by Aali's words, and she shot him a slightly distracted glare. "I-I...w-why would I, if I wouldn't receive any more points, s-sir?" She wasn't a whore, like those Slytherin girls, even if she could so easily imagine reaching down and pulling her panties to the side, so that she could feel his cock pressed up against her without anything between them. She was a Gryffindor, and she was doing this for a good cause. A just cause.
 
Hermione Granger wanted him.

Well, technically speaking, she at least wanted his cock. Aali could feel some of the moisture gathered where their sexes joined. Some of it, a fair amount in fact, came from his own pulsating cock. His turgid member wanted nothing so much as to finally receive sexual pleasure from the schoolgirl he'd been taunting for so long. If that particular piece of anatomy were in charge the girl's panties would be sliding even further to the slide so he could thrust into her no doubt wet and clinging sex. Especially as Aali recognized her motions for what they were: an attempt to garner more self pleasure.

To be sure, Aali gathered some pleasure from what Hermione did now. The hand on the chest, her back arching, a girlish sex grinding against him. His cock throbbed all the harder with desire simply watching, let alone feeling the hot, barely clothed sex pressing against him so. Except she ground in a particular way, angling herself just so. Aali, who'd become quite familiar with female anatomy in general and Miss Granger's in specific, would bet all the house points he'd given her that she angled so he hit her clitoris. Indeed, she seemed to arch a little more as his head rubbed against a particular spot, the sultry little minx.

For a moment, Aali almost thought Hermione would end the teasing and impale herself. His cock pushed against her entrance, surging, releasing a little dab of precum in pure anticipation. One day, one day he would push aside those walls and thrust within her, feeling the velvet vice of her virginal sex milking his shaft till the massive load flooded her sex. But instead she shifted, and Aali felt himself slide. Something caught, and for a moment, just a moment, he slid against her flesh. His cock touched her skin and the whole thing seemed to swell thicker than ever. Yes the cock cried out in silent joy. Let me seed you!

The girl shifted, altered. Put off penetration to instead rub more. Aali felt his robes pull outward, felt her tremble, heard the little barely suppressed whimpers. He could tell when a girl was cock hungry, and once more he had to bury the desire to fill that void.

She looked up. He met her eyes. "Just in case you wanted to get it over with," Aali offered, adding a casual shrug. He'd prided himself on not showing any signs of lust beyond what his cock produced of its own volition. His face had remained almost impassive, even as he continued to feel teenage girl rubbing against his sex. "Your current efforts will certainly work, but at this rate, it'll take some time. If you want to get this over with sooner rather than later," he paused, arching brows, "you may have to try a little something... different?" He'd been so tempted to say more, but again: couldn't scare her. That wouldn't do at all.
 
If you want to get this over with sooner rather than later...

Hermione supposed that her professor did have a point. As pleasurable as this was, reaching climax as she had during their previous encounter seemed to be a far-off goal rather than one close at hand; much of this seemed to only allow her arousal to build, rather than peak, and Hermione certainly couldn't linger as she had when he'd made her come three times, last time. She did have studying to do. And–

Hermione flushed. And he'd been referring to his climax, not hers, of course, because that was what this was about. That was the only reason that she was debasing herself in this fashion; this degrading, demeaning–she wasn't quite able to hold back a whimper as she arched back down against Aali's cock, hard and thick, pressing insistently against her clothed sex–humiliating fashion. Even if, Hermione had come to the conclusion, she could see why one might engage in this sort of behavior not for points. Not that Hermione had personally experienced that sort of feeling, of course.

"O-of course," she managed, reddening a little further about how breathless she sounded, how debauched. There was no denying that the wetness soaking through her panties wasn't just her professor's precome; if she had cared to scrutinize him further, she wouldn't have been surprised to discover a wet spot against his robes. "Different. R-right. I–oh–"

It was distracting when his cock slid against her clit, and Hermione wasn't able to keep thoughts of how it might feel with her panties pulled to the side. Skin-against-skin–there really wasn't much of a difference, given how soaked her panties were, anyway. And it wasn't as though she would be entirely unclothed, just...rearranged, to a certain extent. She forced herself to keep her thoughts on the conversation at hand. "Different, sir, what do you mean to suggest?"
 
Yes, her sex did feel quite wet. And warm. They didn't have to say anything about it, but Aali did give Hermione a slight look, one of those looks that said volumes. He knew. She knew. They could keep that knowledge silent for the time being, but there was no point in denying the heat and the wet that they could feel where only a thin barrier of already transparent material separated their sexes.

So for now, Aali listened patiently while Hermione stammered her way through figuring things out. She shifted. He felt every little shift of her hips, and yet again the urge to reach up took him. The girl had no idea. He outweighed her, outmuscled her, had more experience than she. It would just be so easy. He wouldn't even have to stretch her experience for now: just grab that tight teen ass and grind it down upon his cock. So simple. So easy. Yet so very much against the plan. He had to get her to think it was her idea.

"Well, you're quite intelligent," he pointed out, adding a shrug. "I'd actually have expected you to have done some research by now. You are Hermione Granger after all: we both know that if there's a book on the subject you're going to look it up and read it," his smile teased as it showed just a bit of teeth. After all, he knew there were certainly books that detailed precisely what Hermione could and arguably should be doing right now. Hot, illicit books that described such acts in details. Surely some were available in the library if you knew where to look and could deal with that horrid librarian. But such tomes had been easily passed among students in Aali's school, and he imagined that more modern witches and wizards had found more unique ways.

"I would point out that a good deal of it involves movement and what you do with it," he said, nodding toward her hips. "You're being rather timid for a Gryffindor," he arched his brows and then met her eyes. "Though of course seduction isn't merely a matter of physical bodies, now is it? Words can do so much when spoken in the correct manner. Any witch worth the title knows all too well the power of her voice. You're a quick study: a unique girl. For you are almost as beautiful as you are intelligent. I would even wager that you've thought of using both together before, but perhaps just stopped shy. We both know you aren't that kind of girl, not like a Slytherin. But this is different, of course. It's for your house," Aali leaned forward slightly to whisper. "I think we both know precisely what you can say and do, Miss Granger. So why don't you start doing it?"
 
Hermione certainly hadn't done any of that sort of research...beyond a single glancethrough of the catalogue Aali had provided to her. Maybe three glancethroughs, at the absolute maximum. At least, three glancethroughs of the book in its entirety–there had been a few sections that had been a little startling, and worthy of further perusal. Perhaps, she thought, it might be a good idea to do at least a little bit of further study, however, as Aali was suggesting; obviously this sort of behavior didn't come naturally to her. She would have to do a little bit of extra effort to catch up.

The timid comment, however, earned Professor Samara a glare. Hermione wasn't timid; she was a Gryffindor. She had vanquished Lord Voldemort–a little bit of dirty talk wasn't enough to frighten her. She bit her lip, her conscience warring with her pride, before the latter of the two won out.

"I-I want–" The shakiness in her voice was nervousness. It certainly didn't have anything to do with the cock sliding against her panties. "I want your cock," Hermione managed, her voice dropping just a little as her lips formed the last word, her face flushing with slight humiliation. She'd never said anything like that; she barely ever swore. As brave as she was, this was certainly a first, and it was a little shocking that she had managed to get it out at all.

However–once she had said one thing, using her voice as Professor Samara had suggested wasn't quite as terrifying as it had seemed. Hermione drew in a breath, grinding back down against Aali's cock again, her eyes slipping shut. "I-I want you to fuck me," she continued, a little more steadily. "Like–nnh–like this–" Her grip on Aali's chest tightened again, and she arched up against his cock a little more roughly, her other hand dragging the fabric of her skirt up in a clenched fist, so that Aali's cock as it slid against Hermione's soaked panties was plainly visible.
 
Yes, play on her strengths and taunt her, bring her out. Aali had to fight not to grin like some sort of villain in a story, or worse, like a proud father watching his child accomplish a task all on her own. Those stammered words sent his cock surging within just a few syllables. The unsteadiness had seemed to translate to that barely covered sex as it slid across his cock, adding yet more friction. Then that word, dropped from the prim Miss Granger's lips, with that slight flush. She knew what she'd said, but would she stand by it?

Aali had to fight a groan as she ground against him, moving again. She continued, picking up, as if suddenly remembering lines in the script. Aali felt his pulse flutter, his cock surging upward, not only from the grind, but the words. They slid to his brain, fueled his libido, transformed thought into lust into blood to pump into the thickening cock. He could feel his member growing more and more steadily hard. The girl's clad sex dragged across it, almost perfectly timing it with her words. Hands gripped his robe tight, balling fabric. Aali's eyes flicked to the other, seeing it pulling up the skirt, keeping that free so the sinful panties could glide across his throbbing member. That pillar of flesh leaked again, as if her words coaxed the seed from his clenching balls. The grinding, the knowledge that he'd gotten virginal Hermione Granger to do it, it mixed with her words said with that increasing confidence.

"Yes, that's it, Miss Granger," he said, practically cooing the words. "Please continue: there's no reason to be shy," he felt his cock flex again, and he shifted his hips ever so slightly, wanting to nudge his head against her. He knew that she was likely to start purposefully grinding upon him. Whether Hermione intended to or not, surely she'd want to try and achieve at least some of her own sexual pleasure. A slight roll of his hips, ever so subtle, would add just a bit more friction, perhaps let her know without vocalizing. He'd been coaxing her ever closer to the line, knew they were getting closer and closer to it.

Though, as he thought, he wondered if perhaps, just perhaps, he should try to cum before Miss Granger. Leave her sexually frustrated for a change. The idea had some appeal to him, and simply thinking it caused his member to surge yet again. After all, why should he try and get her to cum again? Would it not be better to coax her a little further? Let her do this? The only issue was a matter of stamina: he certainly didn't want to cum too early, and he did pride himself on cumming after the female each and every time...
 
Hermione could feel Aali's cock flex against her, and she wasn't quite able to hold back her moan at that, whimpering as he nudged the head of his cock against her sex. The garment was so soaked that as he pushed against her, he threatened to push a little into her. She couldn't help but grind against the head of his cock in response, hips angling just so, barely keeping herself from moving the hand from his chest so that she could slip it into her panties. As they were, as there wasn't any direct stimulation to her clit, the panties served to tease her, almost, even if her arousal was slowly but surely building.

"I want–" It was even more difficult to speak, now; this time, not because she was embarrassed, but because she was more focused on bringing herself to climax. "I-I want to cum, sir, please–" At the very least, she could draw inspiration from how she was feeling. If she arched against him just so, at this angle, she could feel his cock sliding against her clit. His cock really was huge–it was a good thing that they weren't having sex, as Hermione couldn't fathom it. Well, perhaps she could fathom it, just slightly. Perhaps she was fathoming it just a little right then.

Her efforts weren't focused on putting on a show, now; they were focused on hitting that spot. "Yes," she sighed, tipping her head back. "Y-yes, yes, yes, there–" She wanted so badly to feel Aali's cock against her directly, it would be so easy, she only had to–before she could stop herself, she could feel herself releasing Aali's robes, reaching down, sliding her fingers underneath her soaked panties and pulling them to the side. She gasped, a little startled by the heat that accompanied feeling his cock directly against her sex, but the abrupt change in sensation was good–it was just what she needed.

Another whimpered echoed against the stone walls of Aali's office as she arched against his cock, now mostly unhindered by the friction associated with her panties, although he was still afforded a little bit of protection. She canted her hips, and her sex slid easily against the length of his cock, brushing against her clit as she'd desired. Now, her arousal built more quickly, that spark to a flame again–at this rate, it wouldn't be long before she would reach her climax.
 
The grinding felt so exquisite that it took all Aali had not to let out a near pornographic moan. His willpower stretched to the limit as this sexual, intelligent teenage girl pressed herself down upon him for their mutual pleasures. Yes, mutual, for the hand sliding into her panties had most certainly not been coerced. Aali watched, slightly enraptured, as the girl he'd been artfully molding began to express in precisely the manner he'd intended. Those panted words might have fit the script they were supposedly following, but Aali could hear every bit of reality seeping into her voice. This time he could not swallow the throaty groan that rumbled from his throat. It nearly shook his entire body, and it certainly caused his cock to surge once more. Sir, please... who wouldn't nearly lose themselves hearing such words panted from a willing girl as she feverishly worked herself upon them?

And she arched. Aali leaned back. his hands linked tightly behind his chair, gripping knuckle-white. He would not touch her, despite every urge to reach around and seize that tight ass to shove against him. He could picture it: his arms encircling this girl. Grabbing her tight. Pulling her and skewering her, showing her all too well what her body truly craved. Filling her tight English sex with his thick cock. Spreading her walls, reshaping her sex into its new role as his cock-sheath. How simple. How wonderful.

Yes. Aali swore the words latched onto his thoughts. She panted as if she'd spiraled into a pornography. Again, he'd have thought it a script had he not felt her hips pressing, juices leaking from her sex onto his cock. A hand left his robes. Went down. His eyes followed, and they actually widened ever so slightly as he watched her delicate fingers tugging her panties to the side. Would she? He hadn't anticipated, certainly hadn't planned. But he'd have been foolish to object if this wanton girl wanted to skewer herself upon him.

No, more teasing. For instead he felt her tight lips kissing his cock. The blood surged, the member jerking in response. It practically begged to be slid inside her. For her to just rise a little further with that movement. but instead he felt her rubbing her button against him. he'd taught her her body and she worked to get it now. The girl pushed against him with a feverish desire that fed into his own flames. He felt the seed shooting up from his swollen testicles, teased so often by this lush beauty. It filled his cock, swelling it almost immediately.

"Yes," he hissed, his voice raspy, his eyes boring into hers. "Yes, that's it, Miss Granger. We're almost... there," he grunted as he felt the seed beginning to slip out of the head of his cock, coming out in small spurts. His muscles flexed, both beneath his robes and at his hips. Just a little more and he'd be exploding over her sex. Even now she could surely feel his thick seed running against her soaked sex. Their juices rubbed all along his cock, as if marinating the impressive shaft. It jerked and swelled and he could feel the eruption building from deep within his balls, ready to coat the outside of Miss Granger's sex for the first, but most definitely not the last time.
 
This really wasn't how Hermione had envisioned the evening to go, but Hermione was the type who made do with the unexpected...even if she had quite directly brought about the unexpected herself. In her defense, Aali had told her to make things more interesting.

Hermione whimpered as she felt Aali's cock jerk in response to the change in sensation, biting her lip. This was what she had wanted. She glanced down hazily and caught sight of Aali beginning to come, his thick seed already dripping from her slick sex, and she gasped, flushing. The rational side of her knew to pull away–this was certainly risky behavior. Instead, however, she wasn't quite able to keep herself from continuing on, from rubbing against Aali's cock, unable to keep herself from moaning, and her arousal continued to build, and build, and build–

With a cry, Hermione reached her climax, her own juices intermingling with the beginning of Aali's orgasm. She kept herself pressed to Aali's cock as wave after wave hit her, arching up against him. It was easy to imagine how coming with Aali's cock inside of her might feel, and Hermione found herself wishing, wondering what that might feel like–because really, was there much of a difference? She was essentially sans panties, his cock pressed to her sex; would his cock being inside of her be such a leap, in terms of what she was engaging in?

Even if this was all for points. Even if she was feeling this good for points. "Professor," Hermione whimpered dazedly, her climax continuing, albeit finally beginning to subside. She could barely hold herself upright; her thighs trembled with the effort, although she somehow kept herself from sinking down and therefore onto Aali's cock.
 
A sharp cry and then the girl grinding herself upon Aali came. He could feel her juices coursing down his shaft, sliding directly over his cock for the first time. The sheer warmth of the liquid caused the man's cock to surge as strong as ever. The knowledge that it came from this highly attractive student made his cock strain mightily. And the sensation of her climaxing sex pushed against his cock pushed him fully over the edge. The professor groaned guttural as he felt the semen pumping out from him. She'd jerked and came, sliding her wet sex about him, working against her. And he felt his cock return in time.

First a solid burst, a surge of semen spraying out, catching the girl's skirt before sliding down onto her panties and sex. Then a continued fountaining, almost looking like a child's science project in action. Pulse after pulse pushed the seed running down the shaft, pouring over the throbbing cock and seeping against her. Aali remained bodily still, but the jerking cock pressed against the girl as she rocked. He could feel her thrusting against him, utilizing his cock to achieve her orgasm, lost in the moment. that sheer bliss milked more seed from the man's cock, glazing the girl's sex in a glistening sheen of pearly white. Aali smiled as he saw the semen splattering the front of Hermione's now bared sex. He'd shifted, making sure to paint her front with his jerking spray. The bits would no doubt ooze into the nooks and crannies of Hermione's insides.

Aali rolled his hips slightly, continuing to use his cock as a brush to smear the semen across her, painting her still trembling sex. He felt her struggling to keep upright, so he finally released his hands, taking her by the waist. "Well, Miss Granger," he said, lifting her bodily, 'I think we can agree that you certainly earned your points and then some." He moved the girl, positioned her just so. Her painted sex hovered just above his domed, still twitching cock. Aali rolled the girl slightly, smearing his head over her lips as a few more jets painted just at the outside. He lowered just slightly, forcing her sex to kiss him, before rising, placing her onto his desk.

He set her on the furniture as if he were handling a child. Then his hand went down, tucked her panties back into place over her freshly painted and likely quite sensitive sex, and spent a few seconds adjusting things. Then he flipped her skirt back down, smiling at the obvious stains along it.

"There we go," he said, nodding and settling back down, tucking his own still throbbing member into the folds of his robes, "I believe that is sufficient for this evening, don't you agree, Miss Granger? Two hundred points for Gryffindor: I'll see you in the morning."
 
As Hermione came down from her climax, she gasped, startled at the sheer volume of the evidence of Aali's own orgasm. Apparently his cock's size was matched in its virility. She winced, fidgeting at the sensation of Aali's seed against her sex, leaving it dripping, despite her half-hearted attempts to close her legs. She certainly would have to go through more than one cleaning spell, in regards to her uniform–even her skirt stuck to her thighs, slick with the combination of Aali's seed and her own slickness.

She was even forced to contend with Aali pushing his cock against her, smearing his seed across her sex in its wake. "Th-this wasn't part of our agreement," Hermione protested, having recalled that she was putting herself through all this for the sake of points towards Gryffindor now that she had been sated. She blinked, startled, as he grasped her waist, holding her above her cock. Surely he wasn't going to...there was no way he would be able to get hard again after that, certainly. Hermione gasped as Aali began to draw her downwards, knowing that rationally, she ought to protest, and...relaxing, just slightly, as his intentions became apparent as he halted, so that he could coat her sex a little more thoroughly.

And then, it was over. He set Hermione down on the desk, setting her panties back into place, leaving Hermione with the uncomfortable and slightly knowledge of the copious amount of semen within, combined with her own wetness. She fidgeted, wincing at the sensation. "I-I'm not sure if this is safe, really–" she ventured hesitantly; what if some found its way inside of her? The solution would be to take her panties off and hurry back to her dormitory to clean up, but...that would mean that the evidence of what they had done would follow her, as she certainly would be dripping. She would have to bear it until she returned, she decided, with a slight wince.

Hermione looked up as Aali spoke to her, drawn out of her thoughts. Two hundred points. That was enough to distract her from her panties. "In the morning?" she echoed, slightly irritated. Again, he was so certain that she would be returning. She slid off of his desk, steadying herself with a hand against it when it became apparent how shaky on her feet she was.

"Perhaps," she allowed, not quite able to meet his eyes as she tried her best to put herself back into some semblance of order. She straightened, then, ignoring the slightly unpleasant sensation of how soaked her panties were–she would be able to clean up soon enough. "Goodnight, then, sir," she called with stiff formality as she left, hurrying back to her dormitory. Hopefully the prefect's bath would be unoccupied.

Despite her apparent reluctance, she was back in Aali's office the next morning, with a new pair of panties, as requested. "This will have to be quick, as I do have class, professor," Hermione informed him, shutting the door behind her. She reached to pull up her skirt to reveal the second pair of panties from the catalogue; these were lacy and black, with a heart-shaped cutout at the front, showing off just a little bit more bare skin than was decent. It had been a daring choice, for Hermione, and she'd been the tiniest bit nervous walking to Aali's office, keeping her skirt down close to her thighs with her hands.
 
Half-hearted protests that sounded more like rote reactions than actual reality. Aali had heard them, heard Hermione blustering and attempting to insist that she didn't want this even as her sex kept trembling so very near his cock. Yes, he could take her. She might verbally resist, or, much more likely, insist on receiving more points, but she would've allowed him to slide herself inside.

Was it safe? Perhaps not. Did he care? Not in the slightest. If anything, the idea simply turned him on all the more, caused his erection to start to rise again almost immediately. Just the thought of the girl walking back to her dorm, his seed kept pressed against her still sensitive sex, nearly sent another little climax shooting through Aali. The points salved that wound, and she unsteadily walked away. He watched her go, noting the slight sway of her skirt just around her tight little rear. Then it was a matter of cleaning up and preparing his next move. For he had no doubt; tomorrow would be Hermione's last day as a virgin. He'd come dangerously close today, nearly had her skewering herself. But tomorrow, tomorrow what he had planned would have the girl giving way, points or no.

He arrived slightly early, his enthusiasm making sleep less a necessity. He'd barely arrived and gathered up his materials when Hermione had entered. He turned to greet her, noticing her already coming in, already lifting up her panties. he took a step back noting the color, the shape, and raising his brows. "Ten points for Gryffindor," he said, nodding again. He gestured, however, "but I'd like you to keep it up, if you will. As you said, we should probably make this rather on the quick side. I have a relatively simple request of you this morning, and it's one that won't even require you to touch me more than a few moments. As you know, I experiment with various magical technologies," he gestured around his office before nodding. "One of those devices is this," he held up what appeared to be a very small looking vice of some kind, with a slight orb attached. Bits of energy appeared to be swirling in the orb, almost flashing in different shades of violet and pink.

"What I am willing to do is offer you one hundred and fifty points to simply wear this for the day," he said, nodding toward her. He held up a hand. "But there are two catches. First, you cannot ask where it's going. Second, once it is on, I am the only one who can remove it. But that should be fairly simple, considering that all I'm doing is asking you to wear something for a few hours. This should be the easiest points you've ever made for your house."

And he held the seemingly harmless yet somehow erotic looking device up, wiggling it slightly between his thumb and forefinger, taunting Hermione ever so subtly with it.
 
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