Page 14 of Class Studies

“It’s okay. You thought you were doing the right thing.” I snorted after saying it—the ambiguous ‘right thing’ coming out of my mouth.

Knowing exactly why I snorted, the professor leaned across my back and brushed a kiss against my ear. “The right thing is situational, Aphy. It’s personal, and it takes balance and experience to figure out what it is. Even then, it will change with the times. You reminded me of that.”

He brushed my braid off my neck and kissed my skin under it. “You reminded me my needs aren’t automatically wrong because my magic is dark, because I’m dark. It’s my actions that matter.”

“I’m not making you change?” I asked softly.

Professor Garnet chuckled. “You’re not making me do anything. Life’s about learning.”

I let out my breath—his answer untwisting knots in my gut.

His erection brushed my butt. “And I plan on showing you I’ve learned my lesson so we can grow together.”

Heat caressed my core. When he kissed my neck again, I let the smallest amount of my magic slip into him. Lust bloomed along my joints and danced, begging me to give him more, but I controlled it. The professor groaned. The hand, not holding himself up, ran down my side, over my hip, and pulled up one side of my skirt.

“Balance, Aphy, especially right now. If you put too much magic in me, it will change my physical appearance. The MA definitely knows what that looks like, even if most of the student body doesn’t. I got away with it when you first got here, but I won’t this time.”

“But it doesn’t make you do what I say?” I pressed.

“No, it’s a physical pull,” Professor Garnet’s words were so low I almost couldn’t understand them. “A need for completion which has nothing to do with your mind magic.”

He ran his hand over my butt before sliding his fingers between my legs. Whatever train of thought I’d been on collided with molten need. I spread my thighs, and the professor gently rubbed my damp panties with two fingers. He kissed down my cloth-covered spine and manhandled me until my bent knees rested under my hips. My skirt fell, exposing my panty-clad ass.

He growled. “I’m feeding from you now.”

I shivered, his low voice wrapping me in a cocoon of heat.

His magic pulled on my life force, further flushing my body as it drained into him. Slowly, he drew runes in opposite directions on my bare hips. The heat caressing my skin and the magic curling behind his every touch made me moan. Power ran in thin rivulets down my stomach when he completed his rune. Little sparks of heat danced before they engulfed my hard nipples, still restrained in my bra.

The professor pressed on my lower back, and I stretched my butt further into the air. Achingly slow, he slid my panties down my legs.

“I’ve dreamed about this.” His breath kissed my honey pot before his tongue flicked my clit and licked down.

I cried out and twitched, leaning my butt towards his face. He coaxed my lower back down. I sank further into an extended downward dog.

The professor worshiped me. He controlled my waist while his magic caressed every junction he couldn’t touch. Sucking my clit into his mouth, he curled his tongue into me before pulling out, only to repeat the process, again and again. I rocked and balled my hands into fists.

“Please, Professor,” I moaned, softly thumping the table.

He pressed my lower back down again before driving his tongue even deeper. I moaned and wiggled. His magic swarmed down the back of my legs and up the front. Warm tingles engulfed my clit and ran across my back passage.

I lost myself in pleasure as his magic and tongue made stars appear in my vision. His fingers pressed harder into my hips, and the pressure and his magic intensified. My breaths came out in little gasps. Despite holding back, a little of my magic trickled into him as he lapped up everything I gave him.

“Professor,” I moaned. “I’m—”

Before I could finish the thought, my body seized. A wave of pleasure washed through me. Instead of stopping, he shoved his tongue as far as it could go in my spasming pussy and curled it across the top. My extended orgasm rocked us both.

As the waves of aftershock cleared, discomfort from my back rose to the surface. I collapsed forward, still breathing hard.

“You taste amazing, Aphy,” Professor Garnet said. “Though, I think I prefer you on Saffron’s lips.”

The thought sent a spike of pleasure through me. My magic inside him called. Pushing myself to a seated position, I slid toward the table’s edge where he stood. I reached for his straining erection, still hidden in his loose pants, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand behind my back, kissing me deeply.

“I meant what I said,” he whispered. “Balance. I will not be controlled by magic again. If you want me between your legs, for now, you can’t transfer.”

I wrinkled my nose, reaching for his dick with my other hand.

He gripped it too and forced it behind my back, bringing us chest to chest. His clothed dick brushed against my stomach, making him growl. “This stubborn streak that’s emerged in you is as frustrating as endearing. Greedy little dragon.”

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