Page 81 of Self Studies
He’d said Saffron talked about me constantly, but I’d no idea what Saffron could have to say about me. He barely spoke to me, though he did always look out for me in his own way. My complicated feelings for the Greek God twisted me in knots.
My hips rolled against the swinging bench, and I ran my hand down my stomach, my needy body only focused on one thing. Professor Garnet’s nostrils flared, his gaze trained on my hand.
Slowly, I slid my skirt and undergarments off my hips.
Professor Garnet growled. “Aphy.”
“I don’t want to walk around horny, and neither do you,” I cut him off. “Saffron taught me a trick. He taught it to me in your bed.”
Pleasure rippled across Professor Garnet’s face. “Don’t tell me that.”
“Why? Does it make you jealous?”
Professor Garnet chuckled and moved toward me. “No, my little temptress. It makes me wish I’d been there. The three of us.” He sat down on the ground in front of me, his gaze level with my hips, and let his dick escape his pants. “If you touch me, this will never happen again. I meant what I said that first night.”
I didn’t answer. Instead, I spread my legs a little further apart and slid my fingers up and down my dripping slit.
“So beautiful.” Professor Garnet moaned as he began working his length. “I want to bury my face in you until you scream my name.”
Plunging two fingers into my opening, I brought them back out, dripping wet, and held them out to him. Professor Garnet shuddered. Like a snake, he took the nectar off my fingers and slathered my juices down his dick. My pussy clenched watching him.
My magic sparked in his hair. “Don’t offer me that again.”
I nodded, running my hands down my inner thighs before focusing on my clit. My fingers curled as I rubbed. Sliding my fingers into my opening, I ground the palm of my hand against my clit. The sounds of the professor's hand as he stroked up and down his length joined my panting.
“Aphy, I want to see you cum around your fingers. Pull up with your entire hand.”
Doing as he instructed, I sucked in a breath. The added pressure pushed me close to the edge. My legs shook, and my body tensed. Forgetting to put on a show, I desperately rubbed my clit before thrusting my fingers in and up a second time. I bit my lower lip as my little orgasm washed over me. Not what I wanted, but enough relief for my thoughts and magic returned to normal.
The professor hadn’t taken his eyes off me, and his hand blurred as he pumped himself with my juices. He jerked oddly and let out a deep grunt. His dick swelled and twitched. He stopped pumping it and held the base steady as a stream of cum erupted in spurts from the tip of it.
I eyed the thick jizz, still struggling with my pull to him. Like a snake, I darted my hand out and took a glob of his essence. The salty-sweet slid down my throat, and my magic calmed.
His dick twitched again as I licked my finger of every last drop.
The professor groaned, his dick twitching.
I chewed my bottom lip. “I’ve never actually watched that part of it.”
He sighed. “I have too many times. And probably will, too many more times. You must learn to control your transfers. Have you transferred to anyone else?”
I shook my head. “Just you, I think it’s something about your eyes. I’ve been with Saffron and….” I trailed off, shifting uncomfortably.
“You can tell me,” Professor Garnet said, handing me my skirt and undergarments. “I’d be shocked if a powerful mage like you didn’t have multiple lovers. It’s how the mage world works. I’m not a jealous man.”
“Everyone’s sleeping with everyone else all the time?” I asked, not liking the idea.
Professor Garnet chuckled. He rubbed the base of his dick absently. “No, it’s usually three or four in a group, more than four, and it’s considered a harem. Groups are all loyal to each other and only each other.”
“Ah-okay, you’re in Saffron’s harem?” I asked hesitantly.
Professor Garnet frowned. His magic, spiked with my own, rolled off him. It gathered his cum into a ball and deposited it in the rich soil of some flowers. “Saffron’s stuck between a rock and a hard place.” He tucked away his dick. “With his family, nothing’s simple, as I’m sure he’s explained. It’s not my place to speculate.”
I wrinkled my nose. Saffron hadn’t explained anything. He was still a big God-sized mystery.
The collection of images he’s sent me during Metaphysics came to mind. Two of them stuck out to me. The one with the two parents and a kid, who I'd assumed was a young Saffron. But now I thought about it, the kid’s eyes had been rimless, and he had a much narrower build.
The second was the one with Mercedes holding a baby. Saffron didn’t appear to be that into Mercedes, yet something tied them together. Was it a real baby, or symbolic?