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Thread: The Witch Trainer {darkest_fate&obscura}

Hermione bit her lip as her professor's hands lingered on her chest. It was almost a good sort of feeling. The sensation had to be muted by the fabric, and Hermione very nearly caught herself wondering what it might like if she didn't have her uniform on, what those fingers might feel like on her nipples she could already feel that they were stiff from his attentions, albeit not visible through her bra. It was, she told herself, obviously a little cold in Professor Samara's office, and that was that. There certainly was no other explanation. Thankfully, Aali's hands began to slide back down again...although really, that wasn't something to be thankful for, not when she knew where they were headed. His movements were something between slow enough to be mesmerizing and slow enough to be torturous. Perhaps, she thought distractedly, it was both. They paused at the small of her back, almost teasinglyshe knew well enough where they were goingbefore continuing. Eighty points , she reminded herself, and Aali's hands moved further down to cup her ass through her skirt. She was leaning against the desk a little, just so, for balance, and her grip on it tightened, her knuckles going white. No one had touched her like this, certainly, not even Viktor Krum. The hands squeezed, like they had with her breasts. His hands held her skirt pressed up against her body, and just barely, she could feel the tips of his fingertips graze the bare flesh of her thighs, the heat from his hands warming her up just a little. With his hands in the way, at least, his erection wasn't quite as prominent against her. It was almost as though he was distracted. Surely it had been a few seconds, she thought, tipping her head back a little, resisting the urge to fidget. As though he were able to read her mind, his fingers started up their progress again, almost teasing at her flesh. Down, down, further down, andshe wasn't quite able to restrain a gasp as his fingers hit just where her ass and thighs met. That felt a little strange, almost pleasurable, like his hands on her breasts felt. It was strange, there was almost a sort of...tension building up inside her, little by little. She couldn't quite figure out what it was.
Thread: The Witch Trainer {darkest_fate&obscura}

Such tender young flesh, such delicate reactions. Aali could feel the heat from the girl just beneath his fingertips, warming at his touch. Clearly Hermione had not expected herself to react to this at all. No doubt the prim and proper Gryffindor figured that she would be above such petty things as sexual pleasures. Yet she leaned over a table, she tightened her grip, she showed all sorts of signs. Aali let his fingers play at the area for a moment before coming around. He stepped forward, again pressing himself against her, then leaned slightly. The hands once more drew a slow course. They moved slowly, gliding forward ever so steadily. They drew along the girl's skirt, moved just so. Then they were hovering above her sex, just lingering. The wizard made little waving motions as if to fan Hermione's sex. Then he reached down. one finger extended, and it pressed against her. He held for a moment before drawing a line up the girl's crotch, pulling at her skirt. Then down. He did a little swirling motion before bringing his entire hand to bare, cupping against her sex, pulling her skirt upward. The hand held for a moment, then the teasing fingers began massaging gently. The professor worked his skilled touch, while his other hand began coming around. It drew a path steadily along Hermione's thighs, coming up them steadily. As its twin pressed and rubbed against the girl's sex, this hand came along and teased just about the waistband of her skirt. It fluttered and teased, feeling out her body while its brethren worked more directly. Then it took began lowering, teasing along. His hands pulled against her, cupping her on either side, dragging against her sex. Miss Granger, Aali said, his voice as calm as ever, I know our agreement stipulated only a passing touch, but I have a proposition, he leaned forward, his breath hot in her ear. Allow me to touch you as long as I like. Just here, he cupped her firmly on the sex. Still through clothing you won't have to remove or do a thing but grant permission. Do this, and I will give Gryffindor another forty points. A bit high, but given what Aali intended to do, he expected the payment would be well worth it.
Thread: The Witch Trainer {darkest_fate&obscura}

Aali's hands lingered a few seconds more, before his hands slid around her body, and with a start, Hermione was drawn from her thoughts as she felt Aali's bodyand, more immediately, his cockpressed up against her from behind, the jut of his erection even serving to push her skirt up ever so slightly. Really, she'd meant to refer to his hands when she brought up the question of his touching her, but...well, she couldn't exactly stop things right now, with so many points at stake. Eighty ninety, with the five for showing him her panties, and the five for staying still. Her attention was easily drawn from his body pressed up against her as his hands came to draw along her skirt. Her heart pounded as she picked up on just where they were headed, sliding steadily towards her sex, and then...they stopped, just like that. Hermione was at first a little perplexed. Another few seconds, and then, she felt one of his fingers slide down. Even through her skirt, she could feel it pressed against her sex, and she gasped, startled. No one had ever touched her there, certainly, not even indirectly. It only held there for a moment before drawing her skirt up to expose her panties. Hermione was struck by how warm she washadn't the office felt cold, just a few moments ago? The heat, it would seem, centered from Aali's point of focus, and she shivered slightly as he dropped her skirt and repeated the motion, the slight rush of air that accompanied it strange. And then, his hand cupped her sex entirely, and she pressed her thighs together out of pure instinct. And the feeling she'd experienced before kept building, and building. She felt like a bow-string, wound too taut. His teasing fingers began to massage her sex just so, and even through her panties, Hermione couldn't help but steady herself against the desk, realizing that she was slightly unsteadier than she had been earlier. One hand came up to press against her abdomen, at the waistband of her skirt, and the other continued its work at her sex, a maddening sort of sensationand the bowstring was more taut than before. Both hands cupped her sex, then, drawing another gasp from her. Much to her embarrassment, she noticed that there was a slightly slick feeling between her legs, at her sex. She hoped, desperately, that it hadn't soaked through her panties. His voice was hard to focus on, but somehow she managed, tipping her head back a little. F...forty points? she echoed breathlessly. One hundred and thirty total. Enough to almost take away the margin that Slytherin had increased that day, which had been one hundred and forty-five. Would it be such a terrible thing to allow him to continue further? She nodded, before realizing that she needed to speak. Fine, she said. O-only through the clothes. Like I said.
Thread: The Witch Trainer {darkest_fate&obscura}

Thighs moving, heat developing. Aali could almost feel the tension rising within the young woman, knew that he fanned it with each subtle movement of his hands. And oh, for now he kept it ever so subtle, teasing without making it overtly obvious. Teenagers knew of fingering, to be sure, but unless Hermione had been doing quite a bit of extracurricular reading, there was little chance she knew what he was doing to her now. The professor didn't think her likely to miss on her own arousal, to be sure, but she probably dismissed it. And, as he'd hoped, his offer had simply been too much. He'd had to move his head to dodge hers during her expression of shock, but it was almost worth it to hear her gasp breathlessly. Aali had to smile as well yes, forty for now. The poor thing nodded, which the professor barely caught, but he certainly caught the next. of course, he said simply. Then his hands dove between her legs. They began rubbing in earnest, moving along, massaging her thighs. The digits feathered then, working along, nearly massaging her. He worked, bunching skirt and practically using it against her. He'd drag the fabric along the sensitive portions of her inner body, pulling it just up before releasing and moving along. The hands worked in tandem, providing symmetrical stimulation to each side of Hermione's body. They pulled all the way up, finding the girl's sex. Then one began working along that, its fingers again moving, massage. The other worked back up, teased along the waistband of her skirt again, as if tantalizing her with the prospect of denying her own prudeness and loosening the garment. It trailed and moved as the one between her began pulling. He ground the heel of his hand in a seeking moving, before alternating to his fingers. They drew along her sex, looking, feeling, even against the layers of fabric. When he at last found what he sought a little nub of flesh, Professor Samara smiled. he shifted his hand to her hip, bracing her slightly, although he expected, expected and hoped, that she would jerk her ass back and began writhing. Enough of that could give him a slight orgasm, and his surging cock would certainly appreciate it. But that was not his end game, oh no. instead he moved his heel again to press against her, only now he began grinding in earnest against that little nub between her legs, providing pressure enough to nearly lift the girl off the floor, likely at least forcing her onto her toes for a few moments.
Thread: The Witch Trainer {darkest_fate&obscura}

Aali didn't pause for long. As soon as the 'of course' left his lips, his hands were between her legs again, massaging her thighs, just barely grazing her sex. He took his skirt between his fingers, the soft material rubbing against her inner thighs. Hermione almost thought she'd been given a reprieve from his focus on what was between her legs when a finger began working along her sex again, the other hand sliding up to her waistband. He could almost certainly feel how wet she was now, Hermione thought hazily, thighs quivering just slightly as she went weak at the knees. There was no denying the way that this was making her feel. His other hand played with the waistband of her skirt, as though he were going to unfasten the button and slide it down over her hipsand perhaps take her panties along with it. Hermione could scarcely imagine such a thing, and she blushed at the thought, although her thoughts were soon interrupted as the hand trailed down again, where the other hand was working at her sex. It trailed down further, and Oh! Hermione gasped, startled, as she felt a jolt of sensation, an abrupt spike in the pleasure she was feeling. She whimpered, arching back almost instinctively against her professor's clothed erection, her breath hitching at the sensation of it pressing against her. Combined with his hand grinding against her and his cock pressing against her, even through layers of clothing, Hermione could scarcely think, barely able to bite back a moan as she imagined her professor pulling aside her panties, bending her over the desk, sliding his cock The sensation built, and built, and built. Hermione was pushed up onto her toes, her mouth open as she panted, caught between wanting to push back against Aali's cock and to grind down onto the heel of his palm. She didn't have time to decide. With a moan, she was coming, her panties effectively soaked, the strange building of the sensation she'd been feeling abruptly hitting its climax, quite literally, as she ground against Aali's hand.
Thread: The Witch Trainer {darkest_fate&obscura}

The girl squirmed, as Aali had hoped. he smiled at the sensations she wrought with her sensual movements. Perhaps she knew what she did, perhaps she simply didn't care, or perhaps Hermione found herself too wrapped up in what her talented professor worked upon her nubile body to stop and think overmuch. Aali hoped for that latter, but he still held faith in Hermione's sharp mind. Doubtless she realized, even as the little gasp left those lips of hers, what was happening. A push, an arch, and soon Aali had his wish her pert ass against his cock. He nearly groaned himself at the sensation, his hips moving subtly. One day, one day he would simply yank down her panties, or move them to the side, and slide his member into her wet sex. This girl would lose her innocence to him he'd already decided. She would lose it for points. The thought made him smile even as he ground his heel into her clit. The girl rose to her toes. She pressed against Aali's cock. He ground more fiercely, arching over, nearly pressing her between him and the desk. The moment came, a moan, a tremor, and the sensation rocked against Aali. he could feel his own cock pumping for a moment, not quite fully cumming, just a little, as if the whole sensation simply made him too full to resist. His hands kept moving, grinding, teasing, enhancing the young girl's orgasm to its greatest potential. He'd work and tease and taunt and let her know that this, this was simply what he could do with his fingers over two layers of clothing. Then it ended. Aali didn't move, not immediately. Then his hand reached down. One pulled at the skirt, the other went to cup her sex. He drew his fingers just across her panties, feeling the evidence. As usual, he said nothing, simply felt. This lasted only a few moments before Aali lowered the skirt. His want flicked toward the door, and he moved to take his seat. I believe our business has ended for now, he said to the girl as he settled in, fighting his own still throbbing erection. One hundred and thirty total points for Gryffindor, he smiled at her, You should be quite proud. I'm almost tempted to take away the five you were to get for holding still, but, well, he gestured toward the likely still dazed girl, I'm feeling generous. Then an expectant look, casual. The professor acted as though he hadn't just ground his student to an orgasm in the middle of his office for House Points, but as if this were normal business, just as if they'd spent the time discussing her grades.
Thread: The Witch Trainer {darkest_fate&obscura}

Hermione's orgasm peaked and hit her in subsiding waves, again and again until finally Hermione slumped forward a little, leaning heavily on the desk. It took her a second to realize what had happened. Truthfully, Hermione had always had better things to focus on than...self-exploration, and she'd never been much interested in engaging in enough of it to make herself climax. Perhaps in relation to Viktor Krum, but all he had been interested in was kissing, and in the weeks following, she'd heard enough rumors about what Krum got up to in the locker rooms with his teammates that that wasn't surprising. As things were, right then, Hermione was perfectly aware of the fact that she had just been brought to climax by her professor's fingers, over her clothes, even. She could feel him against her back, pressing her down towards his desk, his cock hard against her. Hermione didn't want to say anything as she caught her breath she was too embarrassed, truthfully, to have been manipulated to such a shameful display. Aali released her, thenonly to draw her skirt up, the other hand reaching down to cup her sex, blatantly drawing his fingers across her soaked panties. Hermione burned with shame, well aware of how obvious she had beenwas there any sense in denying the pleasure she had taken in what she had done for the points that she had earned, when there was something tangible to prove it, right there? She would be reminded of it herself the whole walk of shame back to the dormitory, certainly. Finally, Aali moved to take a seat, and Hermione reached to smooth her skirt down with shaking hands as she stepped in front of his desk again. She wasn't quite able to look him in the eye, either, at least until her gaze accidentally fell on his hands. Just as quickly, she trained her gaze to his face, flushing. All of that, and just with his fingers? Hermione could barely trust herself to walk. One hundred and thirty total points for Gryffindor. At least there was that. She had done this for a good cause, she reminded herself there was no shame in that. Little by little, Gryffindor would overtake Slytherin's lead. That wasn't nearly enough for Gryffindor to move into third place, overtaking Ravenclaw, but...still. Nonetheless, it had been a start, and that was what was important. Th...thank you, professor, Hermione said breathlessly, too preoccupied to give him any lip. The for now , however, hadn't escaped her notice. I, er, well...I suppose I ought to head back to the Gryffindor dormitory, but She hesitated. The best thing to do, certainly, would be to walk away and pretend that this had never happened. No one would ever know. For now ...do you mean to imply that you forsee our, er, business continuing?
Thread: The Witch Trainer {darkest_fate&obscura}

The professor took some delight in watching Miss Granger squirm and flush. The girl clearly had enjoyed herself, and just as Aali had expected, she clearly noted that he'd done what he'd done with just fingers over clothing. The door to carnality had been creaked open and left standing, begging for Hermione to do more than peek inside. The thanks got a nod, and Aali turned back to his work. He was even ready to wave her off when she mentioned heading back to the dormitory. He supposed she'd want to change, possibly even wonder over how she'd managed that as it were. The ending question had him looking up. Well, I was more or less thinking toward the fact that you're still a student in my class, Miss Granger, he said, lying almost too easily. It was most definitely true that they would still have that relationship of course. They were teacher and student after all, it was to be expected. But if you would wish to earn more points for your House, I would of course be willing to oblige you. The favors would most likely be of the same sort of nature as you just experienced, Aali gestured toward the girl, quite purposefully directing attention to her damp crotch. For I'm most certainly willing to reward you for continued exploration in this particular area, as well as being willing to be your guide. I cannot promise that you'll be earning over one hundred points as session, even if you prove to be quite willing. You will be earning points to regain Gryffindor's lead, however, and, well, Aali looked up at her, brows again raised, I think we both know that you enjoyed that. He flashed another smile and turned back to his work. As I said Our work for now is finished. If you would like to continue your work in these studies with me, you simply need show up at my office tomorrow morning. Or at any time you might be able to find me, I suppose, he looked up, I simply figure that you'll want to be quite eager, see if you can get the most points for the day. For now, he looked back, it's best if you sleep on it, and the professor went to work, again acting as dismissive as if they'd discussed a paper, instead of a continued chain of sexual favors.
Thread: The Witch Trainer {darkest_fate&obscura}

Understood, and with some of that fire within her. Good, Aali didn't want that to be removed, it would make her less interesting of a subject. For what he had planned would require a good deal of internal fire to endure, and he wanted to further test Miss Granger's will. He kept working even after she left he did have projects of his own that needed tending. For one of his latest inventions, however, he made a few slight adjustments to the calculations, factoring in the height and weight of a certain teenage girl, smiling as he finished the work. Then it was glass of wine and replaying the various devices. None had caught the action from a truly satisfying angle, and after a few minutes of toying, Aali had to give things up. He felt more disgruntled than he had before, cursing himself for not pushing things a little further. The girl likely could have gone. And what would she say if he had bent her over the desk? Particularly after she'd been practically trembling from his workings, grinding against his crotch. Yet his mind told him otherwise, again reminded him of potential. The professor was quite confident that Miss Granger would return. The desire to earn more House points, and quickly, would push a good deal of it. Curiosity would push further. But already Aali was fairly certain that the girl would crave the sexual pleasures. He'd readied his office a bit more the next morning. His devices were set at better angles, all quite purposefully aligned to record anyone who stood within the room. The man had also gathered up a handful of his more lewd experiments, and also slid a small pack of large condoms into a desk drawer. The magical ones were quite good, essentially becoming a second skin that went unnoticed until the moment of climax, when they ballooned with the released seed. Already the professor had a quite lewd image of Miss Granger slurping one such condom down. But for later. For now, he looked up as he heard the nervous call. Ah, Miss Granger, I was hoping to see you, he said, figuring a little honesty and perhaps some flattery would help. If you've come for what I think, then you should probably lock the door behind you and get to it. If not, well, I'm sure I could deal with any questions you may have. And the man put on his friendliest, teacher smile, all eager for his best student.
Thread: The Witch Trainer {darkest_fate&obscura}

Hermione opened the door, shutting it quickly behind her. What if someone saw her? She supposed that it would be easy to explain it awayit wasn't as though the idea of Hermione Granger visiting a professor to discuss her grades was out of character. Still, the thought of anyone finding out what, exactly, had occurred yesterday in Professor Samara's office...Hermione Granger, with a teacher ...the thought was unpleasant, to say the least. Although, admittedly, possibly too strange to be believed, which was a little bit of a relief. Again, Aali was nonchalant. Hermione had been tossing and turning all last night...and Professor Samara didn't seem to have any qualms in the slightest, regardless of how much trouble he would get in if anyone was alerted. It was as though he already knew that she wouldn't tell anyone. Even as he invited her into her office, he got right to itthere was no easing into the issue. Instead, Aali addressed it promptly and matter-of-factly. Reluctantly, Hermione reached behind her to lock the door. I'm here for the reason you think, Slytherin somehow managed to earn two hundred points overnight, she muttered with a scowl. How on earth was that possible? Was she the only one who noticed the injustice that was so obviously occurring? Gryffindor's success is very important to me, and so I'll do what I must. That was why she was doing this. If she took pleasure in it as she had the previous evening...that was beside the point. She hesitated, toying with the hem of her skirt without thinking much about it. I, er...would the same thing as yesterday be acceptable? For the same number of points? He hadn't implied as such, but nonetheless, Hermione could hope. It was best to be through with this as quickly and painlessly as possible, and she'd been able to remain clothed during their previous session, which counted as something.