Ciara dropped to her knees, her eyes afraid of what she had done, there was no hint of embarrassment.
She began to lick the professor's thighs, her tongue tracing the path her cock had taken just moments before.
"Merlin!" Pomona murmured, her fingers idly playing with Ciara's clit, "Do it more, lick it!"
Ciara eagerly took the cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip.
"Mm, just like that," Pomona groaned, her eyes rolling back with pleasure.
As Ciara cleaned her, Pomona's thoughts turned to rest of the night. There was so much more she wanted to do to this eager young witch, so much more she wanted to show her.
She leaned down, her teeth grazing Ciara's ear, "You're going to be my little pet tonight," she whispered, her voice filled with dark promise, "I'm going to use you in every way I can think of."
The professor's hand moved to Ciara's throat, her grip firm a bit painful for her to breath.
"Do you understand? I will give you so many points," she asked, her voice a low growl.
Ciara nodded, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement, "You're mine to fuck, to use, to do whatever I want with."
Pomona pulled Ciara to her feet and spun her around, pushing her face-first into the table.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a length of silk, binding Ciara's wrists and ankles with a deft flick of her wand.
Ciara's heart raced as she felt the cold bite of the silk against her skin.
She knew there was no turning back now, that she was fully at Pomona's mercy. And she couldn't wait.
Smack!
The professor's hand slammed down on Ciara's ass, the sound echoing through the greenhouse.
"Oh, god," Ciara moaned, her body jolting with pleasure, "Fuck, yes!"
Twack! Thwack! Pop!
Pomona chuckled, her hand coming down again, and again, leaving a trail of fire across Ciara's skin, "That's it," she murmured, "beg for it, you are very good at it, aren't you?"
Ciara's cries grew louder, her body aching for more.
"Please, Professor," she begged, just like being ordered, "please, fuck me hard----Ownnn!!"
Pomona's only response was to slap her ass harder, the sound ringing through the night air.
"You're going to scream my name, Miss Williams," she said, her voice filled with promise, "I have seen you snogging around way too much for my liking. So, now you're going to scream until you can't speak."
The night wore on, Pomona's imagination ran wild as she explored Ciara's body.
With each new act, moans and pleas filled the air, mixing with the occasional whimper of pain.
But she never asked for it to stop, never tried to escape. She was Pomona's pet, her willing slave to pleasure.
The greenhouse had become their personal playground, a sanctuary of desire and depravity.
[First Intimate Encounter After 5 years of Stalking. Complete!]
[System is Proud of you, Milkers!]
[Kissing - 10 SP
(Note: You have been granted a bonus on Day 1267 when you first "Kissed her" accidentally!)]
[Blowjob - 25 + 25 SP (Rough + First Time Bonus!)]
[Cunnilingus - 10 + 20 Breast Fed!)
[Pussy Sex - 50 SP (No Bonus!)]
[CreamPie - 10 SP]
[Anal Sex - 60 + 40 SP! (Virgin+ First Time Bonus!)]
[Ding!]
[Current SP - 470!]
[Do you want to use Gacha Wheel now, Milkers? I prefer not to!]
Pomona's eyes squinted a bit disdainly, she wasn't awarded much points compared to when she was younger.
Sure enough, it gets difficult to earn more just like Dumbledore said.
[Note - I won't be fooled again, Milkers! I am already very lenient with you in Rewards today!]
"Snort!"
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Ciara grew to crave the nightly visits, her body aching for professor's touch, for the feeling of being filled to the brim with her seed.
Each visit ended the same way: Pomona's cock buried deep inside her, her own orgasms echoing through the night.
The whispers in hallways grew louder, rumors spreading like wildfire about Professor Sprout's unusual relationship with her plants.
Some spoke of strange sounds coming from the greenhouse at night, others of Ciara's swollen form, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed with a hunger that could not be sated.
The students of Hogwarts began to put the pieces together, but no one dared speak the truth aloud.
As the days turned into weeks, two grew bolder in their rendezvous.
Ciara's body bore the marks of their encounters, bruises and bite marks that she wore with a mix of pride and shame.
The Mandrakes grew larger and more demanding, Pomona had taught her well, and now she knew the true power of nature.
In one particularly intense encounter, Ciara felt herself stretched to the limit, when her body was being penetrated using Professor's Cleansweep.
"Oohh...I-I am going to die!----?"
"You like that, don't you, my little slut?" Pomona growled, her hand tight on Ciara's throat, eyes closed because of the sensations overwhelming her.
The professor's hand moved to the broomhandle once again, circling it with her thumb, waiting for her chance to ram it more inside.
"Wham!" a heavy impact, like something hitting a wall.
It reached her cervix.
"Eeeeek!" a high-pitched scream, released from Ciara's mouth when felt herself being taken apart into pieces by this giant broom of a handle.
"That's some noise I like."
Ciara's body responded, her cries echoing through the greenhouse as Pomona's broom pounded into her.
Air thick with scent of sex and magic.
Pomona pulled out of Ciara with a wet pop, her broom glistening with their combined fluids and a little bit of red namely blood.
"Ahh...So, it's that time of your month?" She muttered to herself, a cheeky grin threating to form on her lips, quite happy with unexpected findings of today.
Ciara's entire body shivered.
"Spread your legs"
The nights grew longer, and whispers grew louder.
But Ciara didn't care. She was lost in a world of pleasure, her mind a blur of dirty talk and erotic noises.
Pomona's hand was a blur between her legs, her cock pumping in and out of her with a relentless rhythm.
She could feel herself swelling with each stroke, her body begging for release.
And then it came, a powerful climax that shook her to her very core.
Pomona's cum flooded her, filling her until she thought she might burst.
"Mine," the professor murmured, her voice a lover's caress in Ciara's ear, "My little pet, do you want me to take you out for a walk?"
As Ciara lay there, her body trembling with aftershocks of carnival feast, she knew it was true.
She belonged to Pomona Sprout, heart and soul, body and mind. And she wouldn't have it any other way.
The greenhouse was theirs, a secret garden of lust and power.
And as Ciara's cries of pleasure grew louder, Mandrakes watched with greedy eyes, their leaves fluttering in anticipation.
They knew what was to come, sweet release that only Pomona could give them.
And they too, were eager for their turn.
Shlock! Phew!
The professor pulled out of Ciara with a wet, sloppy sound, her cock still hard and demanding.
"On your knees," she ordered, her voice a mix of hunger and authority.
Ciara shakily complied, her legs had no strength left as she knelt before Pomona.
The professor's hand slid down to her own cock, stroking it with a wicked smile, "You're going to take me again, and again, until I say you've had enough."
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Author's Note
Just gotta share I actually don't have much time to write, so can't do Long Chapters where I can just publish it one go.
(Exams coming up, and then preparing for higher education to crack papers, and stuff on my head)
For this week, I do have 2 Extra Chapters already being drafted with a more explicit version of this. 😏
Can anyone guess how's that going to turn out? It's similar to a Princess hentai (• ~•>)
Let's see how much we can get in our goal of Power Stone's? If we reach our 100 or even beyond that, you will get Bonus Chapters on Sunday! 😈
Means, I will have to write more if you do!
So Don't be shy, and throw your stones mercilessly. 🎉
(I am Reading Sex System Classroom of the Elite just now, so yeah...credit goes to him!)