Page 29 of Class Studies

The professor’s eyes glowed. He sucked in a lung full of air before swirling his long tongue and nibbling Ashe’s tip, making the Gentle Giant shudder under my clit.

The professor removed his free hand from his dick and slowly ran it up and down Ashe’s length. Ashe twitched against his bonds as Professor Garnet’s heated eyes beckoned to me.

“Ride him, Aphy.” Professor Garnet lightly squeezed Ashe, who grunted. “I want to see his cock stretch you.”

I spun, so I faced Ashe’s feet. My legs shook as they stretched across Ashe’s spread thighs. The professor rubbed my clit with his thumb, guiding me down Ashe’s thick cock. My eyes bugged with every inch. Pain and pleasure mixed as I both needed more and fought to keep taking him.

“That’s it, every magical inch,” Professor Garnet purred. “He’s got so much for you, for us. Feel it.”

Ashe’s dick brushed against a spot deep inside me, and the discomfort of his size turned to pure pleasure. I leaned my head back, letting a low moan rip from my throat. Ashe bucked, and I squeaked as I took in the final inch of his thick base, the professor’s thumb never leaving my clit.

To Ashe’s frustration, Professor Garnet held me still. He ran his fingers from my clit to Ashe’s balls and back up. Ashe lashed out with his magic to try and free himself. The red ropes of magic keeping him in place sparked but held. Even with the small amount I’d given him, my power fortified the professors. Ashe wasn’t going anywhere.

“Fuck this, fucking hell.” Ashe moaned like a cat in heat. He twitched under me and bucked again.

Professor Garnet’s red rims glowed. He licked his lips. “I’ve not let myself live.” He shuffled up and kissed each of my breasts. “You’ve no idea how amazing you are and how good it feels to be bad.”

He slid his hands down to my hips and encouraged me to slide up Ashe’s shaft. I whimpered as the motion lit my core on fire. At the top, Professor Garnet’s hot magic caressed my clit, and I slid down again.

Ashe withered under us, his cock throbbing as he fought to keep from exploding.

It was too much.

On my third trip down, I broke. My climax rushed through me like a tsunami. My magic freely spilled into Ashe. The Gentle Giant shuddered, his muscles bulging as my power infused his essence. One of his arms pulled free of the professor’s bindings. He gripped my waist and grunted, swelling and twitching as he shook with the force of his release.

Gasping, I held onto the professor’s shoulders as Ashe’s release sent a storm crashing through me a second time. The professor worshiped my breasts and pumped himself while I twitched and rode the waves.

I was still trying to make sense of the world when Professor Garnet let out a low moan. His thick hot cum mixed with Ashe’s juices dripping out of our still connected bodies. I reached down, taking a finger full and sucking the salty goodness into my mouth.

Professor Garnet’s heated gaze didn’t leave my lips.

My magic settled with my transfers mostly completed, though a sliver of heat remained for the Greek God.

I stood up way too fast, wobbling on my over-stretched legs. A wave of lightheadedness swept through me.

The professor steadied me. “Yoga, in the mornings. We need to work on your flexibility.”

Ashe pounded the padded ground with his freed fist. “Release me.”

We stepped over the prone ex-MA officer, looking down at his sweat-stained frustrated face. His hair sparked with my crystal magic. The professor’s restraints stretched like rubber bands as Ashe strained against them.

“Fucking now.” Ashe growled. “Don’t make me use the safe word.”

Professor Garnet smiled, “I usually don’t go for bears, but he looks incredible, especially trapped in my magic with yours coursing through him.”

I wiggled and shuffled closer to the professor. “You’re not upset?”

He tucked me under his chin. “What you do with the other mages in your life isn’t my concern. At least not yet. I want our first time to be free of our pasts. I need to trust when I say stop; you’ll stop. More than that, I need to trust I’ll say stop.” He swallowed. “I lust after power, and you’re an unlimited source. Give me time, Aphy.”

Ashe’s muscles bulged, almost breaking the professor’s bindings. “I’m saying fucking stop. Right fucking now. Stop ignoring me!”

Guilt crept into my stomach, but the professor washed it away with a final lingering kiss.

He stepped away from me and adjusted his stance before releasing Ashe.

My Gentle Giant shot up. Clenching his fist and dancing on his feet, he lunged for the professor but pulled up before his punch connected.

Professor Garnet didn’t move. He stood and watched as if he knew Ashe wouldn’t go through with it.