The Conundrum
Sci-Fi & Fantasy Story

The Conundrum

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Nights at Newtnose 2: The Conundrum

The meadow's magic persisted after we stepped out of the ivy door and back into the Witchwood. I was ahead of Stanton on the path through the ferns, and once we reached the bottom he embraced me from behind.

"I watched your ass all the way down," he said into my ear. He pressed his groin into me; I felt his hard member between my buttocks. His forearms were like iron, one just above my breasts crossing my sternum, his other just below and pulling me into him. His stubbled chin nestled between my shoulder and my neck, and I felt his breath run over the front of my robes. He nuzzled me with his nose and inhaled.

"We have to get back," I whispered. I moaned as he ran his hand over my pubis and vulva. I still smelled like him, like his sweat, and he still smelled like

me

.

"Do we, though?" and he sighed. He released me and I kissed him. He grabbed my ass and his chest flexed against my own. His muscular body engulfed me, and I wanted to stay between his arms until we both dissolved into the evening. But the same doubt from before floated through my mind like a leaf in the breeze, and I knew the charm was gradually wearing off.

I kissed him harder, trying to preserve the magic which I knew would wane. I ran my hand over the large bulge in his trousers--felt his thick, hot cock which not long before had been deep between my legs. I wanted to pull it out, wrap my lips around it; I wanted to coil myself around him, feel his pelvis press against mine, wanted to feel his fingers on my bare skin and surrender to those tingles and flashes which had already overcome me in the meadow.

But I thought of what I was risking; I thought of his own. I sucked his lower lip, felt his sandpaper cheeks against the smoothness of my own and breathed him slowly like a good wine. I opened my eyes and he opened his. I fell into them, but just as quickly resurfaced.

His hands rested on my hips instead of gripping my ass. His eyes floated above mine rather than flickering over my body. I knew it then: the Professor and student who had told each other that they couldn't had returned.

We both sighed. He ran a finger through my hair tentatively, and I ran my two hands up his chest. The sureness of our previous explorations receded, but I still felt his strength and passion, still wanted to give myself to him. As much as I knew we had to stay off of each other, I knew there was no way I could guarantee that. Looking into his eyes, I knew he couldn't guarantee it either.

It wasn't an entirely awkward return to the castle. The extreme physical closeness we'd been allowed by the rune contrasted with how little we knew about each other. More doubts like more leaves drifted into my attention: he had never told me his first name, though I knew it from the papers, and he hadn't yet called me by my own.

Miss Nolet, Miss Nolet

--it bounced around in the back of my mind like a finch searching for worms.

Through the woods we talked about superficial things: our favorite runebooks, the weather, what we were looking forward to in our studies. As we spoke and the canopy above us lightened, shadows cast over his leather vest and blue shirt, sharpening the angles of his body. Those same angles an hour ago thrusting into me, holding me, gripping my hair--how the fuck were we going to figure this out?

Up spiral staircases, through hallways, past jealous witches--I waved to a few living portraits I'd already met, Ogre Bill and Half-Maid Seresy--and we were at his office door. He turned to me with an apologetic smile.

"One second," he said. He entered his office and shut the door behind him. I heard a muffled voice, the closing of a metal door. The closing and opening of others, the chime of one of the four standing clocks (presumably). I heard a small clink. Confused, I knocked. "Professor?"

I heard the rapid shuffle of his feet and he opened the door. He waved me in.

"We have approximately ten minutes," he said, "before Mr. Serk floats through my door. By then you'll need to be quite far away from here."

I hesitated to sit in the chair in front of Stanton's desk and looked at him quizzically. He sat behind his desk. "Come here," he said.

I made to sit in the chair, but he stopped me. "No, here," and he waved me over to him.

I sat hesitantly on his right thigh. He rested one hand on my hip as his other curled around my knee. I lightly touched his arm as he gazed at my exposed collarbone. He pressed his forehead against my chest.

He leaned his body away and looked me in the eyes.

"I remember what we agreed to," he said, "before activating the rune. But I also remember what I said

after

the rune. I honestly don't know what to do. I know what I

want

to do."

My heart jumped. "Then do it," I said thoughtlessly.

He smiled, but there was a sadness in it, too. "I wish we could." He paused, and looked away pensively.

"But I know what you feel like," he said. "I know what you sound like, what you

taste

like."

"And now I know what

you

taste like," and I kissed him. "What

you

sound like." He ran his hand slowly down my thigh and inhaled deeply. I ran my fingers along his cheek.

"But I feel," I said, "that this won't be clear cut. It wasn't all

just

the rune."

"I feel that too," and he stroked my chin with his thumb. That hesitation flashed through his eyes, though, reflecting my own doubts. His role, his power over me; his position, and consequently my power over

him

.

His eyes flickered. "Pay attention in class," he said. "Not just the material, but the behavior of your Professors and the methods of their instruction." His eyes almost glazed over, like that ice had frozen after a temporary thaw. He briefly fixed them on the edge of his desk, but he looked at me and they glinted like split quartz. "Be careful."

I shuffled backwards in his lap. "What are you talking about?" I thought of what he could have been doing on the other side of the door while I stood in the hallway. I looked around: all was mostly the same, but the four standing clocks, Gaur and the brass hook he hung by were missing. "Is something up? Where's Gaur?"

"No, no," and he looked away. "Don't worry about Gaur, he's fine," and he waved his hand in the air dismissively. "This school is tough. Just stay on your toes. We'll be in the field more, the charms and curses you'll encounter--"

Something vibrated within a large drawer in his desk. He glanced towards the noise and to the door, then looked at me. "You need to hide."

"Excuse me?"

He glanced at the door again. I turned towards it, and a ghostly hand seemed to slowly be pushing its way through. He pressed me off of his lap and I retreated under his desk.

"Stanton, oh

Stanton

," I heard from Mr. Serk. A watchful apparition, he served in some capacity underneath Headmistress Deware. I wasn't entirely sure what that capacity was, though, and the idea that Stanton couldn't control when the ghost would enter his office surprised me.

"Hello, Serk."

"It appears you've had another malfunction?" His voice dripped in contempt.

"Oh, have I?"

Stanton jiggled his foot, and the inside of his leg rubbed up and down against the outside of my own. I sat almost cross-legged, hidden between his legs. Small drops of ink had stained the rich green carpet under his desk.

The curling wisp of Serk's lower half floated through the top of the desk. "We won't be having another repeat of last year, will we?"

A twang of excitement and dread rang in my chest. Serk could sink right through the desk, could discover me hidden there like some tucked away thing. That excitement twanged again, and Stanton shifted in his seat. I spied the dark outline of his cock beneath his pants inches from my face. I squeezed my legs together.

"Of course not," said Stanton. "I've already spoken with Headmistress Deware. I'm sure that the maintenance trolls will be alerted, and within the next thirty minutes I'll have several of them taking apart my office for the, what is it, seventh time?"

"But of course. I'm sure they've missed you since last term. I'm sure plenty others, too."

Another twang, and a surge of adrenaline. What if I touched him, dragged a finger across his thigh?

"Gotten to know them quite well, yes. Now, if you wouldn't mind."

I stroked his thigh and his leg twitched. I ran my hand slowly to his groin, savoring his heat on my palm. My chest and face burned as I watched his cock elongate and thicken against his leg under his pants.

He scooted himself towards me. My nose nearly touched his groin, and I smelled his arousal. His dick slid upwards in his trousers, pointing straight up and along his zipper, barely contained by thin fabric. I placed my hands on both sides of his long shaft and slowly stroked upwards, my thumbs overlapping and massaging the underside of his member.

"The Headmistress is watching," said Serk, and the light-green wisp of his lower body disappeared from the desk. I heard his voice recede towards the door. "It's important you follow the guidelines laid before you. No more

transgressions

."

My mind went blank. I placed one hand under his balls and massaged them with my fingers while stroking him. I opened my mouth and licked him over his pants--the linen was warm from his member and felt rough against my tongue. I rubbed his thighs as I slid my tongue up and down his twitching shaft.

"I'm aware, Serk," said Stanton calmly. I quietly unzipped him and his cock flicked thickly onto my face. I wrapped my hands around it, needing its heat and girth, unsure what was coming over me. Was it the risk of discovery? Was it just that same nearness, that same intoxicant which muddied my thoughts? Did the charm have some lingering effect?

I licked my lips and held my breath. I throated him deeply and his buttocks flexed, pressing his cock further down my throat as I slid over him. Stanton scooted backwards--Serk must have been just about to leave.

I wasn't sure what he would do, but I knew that I needed him immediately. Spit welled in my mouth from sucking his slickening member and I slipped his cock from my throat, feeling the ridge at the head of his dick drag across the top of my mouth. I licked the underside of his shaft up and down, my hair waving in my face and sticking to his prick by my spit. I tucked my bangs behind my ear and let my saliva dribble down the red hot head of his cock. I rubbed my face along the side of it and jerked him off, my spit lubricating him as his legs tensed. My pussy ached, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

"Oh yes," said Serk. "We know. Be careful--if you break any more rules, the Headmistress will take more drastic actions to secure the reputation of this institution."

"A pleasure, Serk," rumbled Stanton. I took him within me again and slid my mouth to the hilt of his dick, burying myself onto his pelvis, flexing my tongue and grinding my head onto his groin. His cock pressed against the inside of my cheek and his precum tasted salty, somewhat rank in just the rightly erotic way as it slipped over my tongue. I loved how he smelled of pepper, how the humidity of my sucking and breathing and the heat of his pelvis made the flesh of his thighs slightly damp.

He pressed himself away from his desk and grasped me under my arms. He lifted me upwards as if I were weightless and sat me on his desk, a wild look in his eye.

"What are you

thinking

," he said.He pulled my legs out from under me and I fell backwards onto his desk, the suddenness of it flipping my robes and exposing my wet cunt to him. I had repaired my robes after he tore them in the meadow, but had left for him the hole in my panties.

"I don't know," I said. "I was scared Serk would find us--then you were right there." My entire body was sensitive--I felt my robes over my nipples, the cool air of his office over my exposed thighs. I needed him to touch me, run his large hands over my entire body, to hug me and grab me and massage me.

"Have you ever taken wormwood," he asked. He pressed his palms onto my breasts and I sighed. I wrapped my legs around his torso and humped him, felt his cock slip hard and slick over my cunt. I gyrated left to right, rubbing his member over my labia and teasing my clit. He kissed my neck and nibbled my ear and pressed his pelvis into mine.

"No," I breathed.

"It can stay in the system," he said while running his thumbs over my nipples, "without any effects after the initial high. But something can trigger it, and you'll feel it again."

"Maybe the rune--"

"Maybe," and he kissed me. Our tongues danced off each other and I didn't know what it was, something tasteless but present which made me want to lick and suck and hold him, made me want to melt into him, take him inside me and hold onto him. I pressed my hands onto his shoulders as he supported himself over me, felt them flex hard and thick against my grasp. He went to his elbows, letting his weight onto me, and I loved how hard and heavy his body was. "Maybe the rune is a little like that. Maybe the adrenaline reactivated it."

I gripped his ass and pulled him against me further. "And you?"

He pressed himself up and undressed me with his eyes. His face was flushed, he breathed heavy and quick. The icy flecks in his eyes, the pout of his lips just enough to gently kiss-he looked at me without wondering what was appropriate or caring about anything but me, there, with him.

He exhaled: "I'm more concerned about

you

."

He gripped my hips and flipped me over as if I were a pillow, holding my weight easily, and he spanked my ass. I cried out and moaned. He lightly grabbed a fistful of my hair and spanked me again. "You," he said, "were

bad

."

My pelvic crests pressed into the hard edgewood and I felt his searing dick hover pressed against the mouth of my cunt. He cradled me with one arm-I arched my lower back and extended my arms to support myself.

He was silently telling me instead that I was entirely

his

. My thighs pressed into his, I felt his leg muscles like steel cables against my flesh.

He kneaded my breasts under my robes as he bit the back of my neck. He released my hair, placed both of his hands on my hips and squeezed. I thought of the meadow, of him deliciously, slowly sliding himself into me; thought of him slowly spreading me wide, letting me feel every inch of him as I took him inside of me; thought of all the little tingles, the sensitivities, the small grasses which tickled my skin as he savored my pussy.

That was the last thing I wanted. I wanted to get

fucked

.

He leaned back to look at me as I presented myself. I wiggled my ass for him, watched my cheeks jiggle erotically and he spanked me a second time. I moaned and he spanked me again--the satisfying sting of his hand on my ass sent shivers up my spine.

He gathered my robes and rolled them into a handhold just above my hips. One hand gripping my robes, the other his cock, he pressed an inch of himself into me and stopped. I moaned and felt the girth of his shaft just at the mouth of my cunt, savoring how it filled me and spread me, how it twitched as my pussy pulsed and ached for him. Then he tugged on my robes and slammed the rest of himself into me.

I cried out, pleasure rippling over my entire body. His knuckles rubbed my lower back by the way he gripped my robes. He pulled back out and fucked me

hard

. I gripped the edge of his desk, dug my nails into its wood. I bent my knees, tensed my thighs and pressed my ass onto him to match his thrusting. Each clap of my ass against his hips, each powerful thrust from behind sent electricity up my belly.

My breasts rubbed the top of his desk, scattering papers and scrolls, and I felt my nipples drag over a quill. I knocked an inkwell over, shoved a book to the floor and spread my legs wider. I wanted to press myself onto his desk, make it mine as he made me his; I wanted him to remember this moment every time he had to sit down to work for how hot I made him. I clenched my cunt-he moaned deeply and slapped my ass again. I felt my flesh ripple and my pussy spasmed.

My juices ran down my thighs and he let go of my robes, gripped both of my hips tightly, and he fucked me faster and deeper.

Clap clap clap

the sound of his pelvis meeting my ass enveloped his office. "Fuck," he panted. I felt his sweat drip onto my lower back.

"Stanton, fuck,"

shlt shlt shlt

. "What about," and he spanked me again, "what about Serk?"

"Let the whole fucking school hear me fuck you," and he pinned his pelvis against my ass. I pushed backwards onto his cock, squeezed him again. My eyes fluttered, I sighed and moaned by the satisfying feeling of being filled, being pressed, held, of being light and heavy at the same time.

He ran his hands up my back to my shoulders and my skin tingled, my heart raced. I felt everything--felt my panties bunch up wet and thin between my thighs and my labia as he fucked me raw through the hole I'd left for him from the meadow; felt the small beads of sweat on my lower back and the inside of my thighs collect and trickle; felt the heat of his member radiate into my pelvis and belly; felt him run his hands up my back, hold my shoulders; felt his callouses against my breasts as he cupped them, felt his breath on my neck and his nose in my hair as he lost himself in me.

I shuddered, tensed and my foot slipped. He put his weight into my upper back and pressed me onto his desk. He reached forward and gripped my wrist, bringing my arm back and pinning it onto my lower back.

"You like it when I hold you down?" he asked. He bucked me against his desk. A surge of my juices squelched as he bottomed out inside of me and I moaned.

"I

love

it."

"I bet you fucking do."

"Fuck me Professor.

Fuck

me."

He did the same with my other arm, gripping both of my wrists with just one of his large hands, and pulled mostly out of me. He firmly pressed the side of my head onto his desk with his other in total control of me--I felt small again, felt controllable and fuckable, felt empty by the retreat of his dick and my entire body tingled as he held me down.

He entered me

slow

. Agonizing inch by inch, my cunt already fucked and hot I accepted him easily, wanting as much of him as he could give me. My labia tingled as his member passed between them, and my pussy stretched in just the most perfectly satisfying way. He seemed to go forever, and I completely lost myself in the hum of my clit, the stretch and slow filling of my cunt, the ache of needing him inside of me and fully

getting

it.

His cock quivered, growing harder and stiffer--he was nearing. I didn't usually like being so thoroughly controlled, but it was totally different with him. His passion, his heat, his strength and presence, how completely outside himself he was in reaction to my body, how my body made him feel--the total desire he had for me, just thinking of it made my nipples distractingly hard and my pussy ache for more of him.

His pelvis pressed against my ass. His palm pressed firm but gentle against my cheekbone and temple, his fingers curled around my hair, my ear, my jaw and chin. His other hand still gripping my wrists, he squeezed and I felt my forearms roll over one another. He pulled out, gripped a fist of hair and slammed himself into me.

I was

his

.

But he was

mine

.

I bucked against his desk and he fucked me mindlessly, totally lost in my cunt and my hair, my ass and my waist. I smiled and clenched my pussy, tightening around his rod, knowing I gave him everything he wanted. I felt his cock twitch inside me, felt his member get stiffer and stiffer with each powerful thrust. I was hotter, was wetter--the more he used me the more I felt like I was using

him

.

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