A quick note: whilst Ms Hardknocks isn't my OC, I have gotten permission from her owner to work with her and post the results. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did writing them.
This story contains footjobs and cum/condom play.
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Miss Hardknocks stretched her arms over her head, grunting as her back clicked. The bloody thing always hurt; unsurprising, given the two enormous weights hanging off her chest. Tits like hers looked out of place on half-giants, let alone someone three feet tall. She adjusted the neckline on her straining black dress and turned back to the reams of paperwork sitting in her in-tray. Mostly administrative stuff the dean offloaded onto her. She was happy to help, of course. The terms of her contract left a lot of time for, ahem, "Issues Relating to Health" as HR so eloquently put it. Time she never utilised since, unlike certain other goblin members of faculty, she didn't spend every spare moment gulping down cum sucked out of her students.
Not that it wasn't tempting. Hardknocks was still a goblin, after all. But if she was going to have her brains fucked out, it was going to be on
her
terms.
Adjusting the bun of blonde hair sitting atop her head, Hardknocks used her computer screen as a mirror. There, back to professional. A slightly haggard professional who needed a break from staring over her glasses at budget reports, but still a professional. An accountant or two might be more suited to the mess in front of her, but given what that mess told her... well, several someone's would end up on the chopping block first.
Her computer blipped at her as two emails flooded in. One from the dean, and the other... hmm. She tapped her cheek with a small finger; it was unusual for Dr Fione Nic Cahan to send her anything labelled "Urgent!!" Four exclamation points? Poor girl must really be struggling.
Hardknocks still opened the dean's email first; a notice about the out of control behaviour of some of the university's students. More specifically, a couple of hooligans sharing pictures of some of the female teachers in 'compromising positions.' A few of the male ones too. Hardknocks smiled; she'd seen some of those. Who would've thought the satyr teaching classical mythology was quite so... true to form, shall we say?
There were some suspects, but no proof of anything; no teacher dared say who'd managed to charm the pants off of them. If it were just the succubi and goblins caught up in this, no one would blink, but with such variety...? A couple of scandals already weighed heavily on the budget, and this one could leave them with several expensive positions to fill.
Sighing, Hardknocks sat back in her chair. No point in worrying about it now. She hadn't been subjected to anything like it, and she'd been indulgent this year. Little fuckers probably picked on the shy ones for leverage.
She clicked open Dr Cahan's email, scanning through it as she idly spun a pen between her fingers. Urgent lack of supplies, vitally important experiments, blah, blah... oh.
Oh,
that
was an interesting request.
A smile spread across her green features. What a naughty girl that dullahan was. Just what kind of experiments did she need to run? Hardknocks chewed her lip and brought up her class attendance. Someone probably needed the extra credit, or- aha! He'd do. Smug little bastard barely ever turned up. To any of his classes, it seemed. She glanced between his schedule and the dean's email: a lot of the same teachers showing up.
Well, well, well... what have you been up to?
Hardknocks mused.
Time to indulge a little.
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Hardknocks did her best to look professional when the incubus walked into her tiny office. Tall and lean, yet toned enough that he felt the need to show it off with an open shirt. Black ram's horns curled out of his temples, framing a length of equally black hair with blood-red highlights. His vibrant purple skin almost shone, perfectly smooth and hairless. He walked with the kind of confidence only 'fuck you' money could buy, emphasised by the gold watch hanging loose on his wrist.
He hadn't said a word, and already she didn't know if she'd rather lick up his flat stomach or slap that smug smirk off his perfectly chiselled jaw.
"Ah, Mr Iczhihal. Take a seat," Hardknocks gestured to the chair on the other side of her desk.
"Actually, it's 'Ik-tshi-hal'," He said, "But you can call me Raphael if you want."
Good grief, he even sat as if he owned the place: legs crossed over one another, arms behind his head, and his chest thrust forward as if posing for a magazine cover. Hardknocks typed nonsense for a few seconds, just to make him wait.
"So, what's this about Miss H?" Raphael asked, "Last I checked I was up to date with all the assignments. Of course, if you want to give me some extra late-night tutoring..."
"A little too forward, don't you think?"
"I've been told I'm an excellent study partner."
"Oh? Well, that is something I've meant to ask about."
"I thought I wasn't supposed to get my hopes up? Or is there something you'd rather I got up instead?"
Hardknocks looked over her glasses at him. "I've received a few complaints about your study habits."
"Well, they weren't complaining at the time..." Raphael chuckled.
"That doesn't stop your behaviour being, shall we say, inappropriate."
"You're one to lecture me."
She shot him a glare. His little laugh only infuriated her more. Oh, she was going to have
fun.
"But either way, if the work gets done, who really cares, right?" Raphael grinned.
"Frankly, I feel it's very unfair to all your study partners that your behaviour goes unpunished. And the dean would agree with me."
"Hmm? And how are you going to punish this naughty boy? With a spanking?"
She smirked and dropped a stack of papers onto the desk in front of him.
"What're these?" He asked.
"On top of each, you'll find a sentence. I want you to rewrite it until the page is full, then move onto the next."
"... You're making me write
lines?
"
