30.5: Earning 'O's (18+)

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IIIII

My office was something of a new development for my position. After half a year, Dumbledore apparently realized I was doing all of my work out of my quarters or abandoned classrooms.

"Really, Albus, it isn't necessary," I tried to humbly protest.

"No, no, Atlas, this won't do at all. How will students know where to find you for 'extracurricular activities'?"

"While technically correct, I feel like you're implying something indecent with your words…"

"I assure you I only mean your tutoring sessions," Dumbledore barely smirked. "Where do you even hold them now?"

I did my best to ignore that smirk, "I make myself available to the students. An office will just limit my reach and keep me stationary."

"Ah, yes," Dumbledore nodded knowingly. "I understand. You feel the need to be constantly 'moving' during your sessions."

"Albus…" I said warningly.

Dumbledore chuckled, "I'm just teasing you, Atlas. I know your tutoring sessions are entirely decent and on the level. You keep the 'constant moving' to your quarters, after all."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes, "I get enough of this from the rumor mill. I don't need you adding onto it in private."

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled but he digressed, "Be that as it may, I must insist on the subject of your own office. It's only right. You're a member of the staff. You deserve a space in the Castle — outside of where you sleep — to call your own."

I sighed, "If you insist…"

In the end, I was given an office near my quarters. Once settled inside, I had to admit that it was nice having an office to call mine. It helped eliminate a bit of my imposter syndrome. So far, it wasn't decorated at all. I was sure I'd begin stocking the bookshelves and adding more furniture soon enough. As it was, it was more than sufficient to work inside.

"Neville's seeing improvement…" I muttered to myself, thinking back to today's transfiguration class while I worked.

He was too. Almost too much improvement. He'd gone from forcing spells out of his core to letting the magic just pour out of him. His methods of control still needed work. As demonstrated by the fact that his Vanishing Spell emptied Professor McGonagall's classroom of every bit of furniture it held. But even just the fact that he was greatly overpowering his spells now was good progress.

I still worked with him regularly. We went through control exercises together, with him following my magic and using that feeling to do the same with his own. Starting him on Occlumency and the beginnings of Wandless Magic also helped tremendously.

Trying to come up with new challenges for his slowly growing control and confidence was an interesting exercise for me as a teacher. They needed to be focused on control instead of power — something Neville had in spades. And I'd noticed that he did best with static exercises. His magic seemed to like holding, maintaining something, or making small changes at a time instead of actively seeking out things to change.

Tailoring exercises to him and his magic was something I'd been doing for two months now. Tonight was no different. I had a tutoring session with him in the morning and I wanted him to try something new. So that's what occupied my mind as I absently graded papers for Professor McGonagall.

The papers weren't anything special. Just a homework quiz with written answers. After half a year of similar grading, I only had to keep one eye on them. The rest of my thoughts were devoted to other things. Like Neville's exercises. Or Pansy's continued insistence to drag me into her daddy issues. Or if I should introduce the rest of the staff to the wonders of coffee.

A knock sounded at the door to my office, "P-Professor…? Are you busy?"

"No. Come in," I answered without thinking. "Hermione? Heather? What's up?"

Hermione entered first, playing with her fingers as her head bowed slightly. Heather came in after her, looking around in surprise. They'd ditched their outer robes for this meeting.

Nothing about their outfits was inherently sexual but they seemed to radiate this intangible feeling of… intent. The way their ties were undone and their shirts partially unbuttoned… The high socks that came much higher than their knees — almost to their mid-thighs… Were their skirts shortened…?

Hermione shifted awkwardly, seemingly teetering on the edge of something to say.

Heather beat her to it, "When'd you get an office, Teach?"

"Heather!" Hermione hissed, elbowing her best friend lightly. "Stick to the script!"

She was nowhere near as quiet as I think she intended to be. Heather glared at Hermione but heeded her chiding. Her posture changed, matching Hermione's beside her. Suddenly, two very nervous students were standing in my office. And I had a feeling only one of them was acting.

"P-Professor? We seem to be in a spot of trouble…" Heather began, playing her part.

"Oh?" I sat back in my chair, playing along as well just to see where this was going. "What would that be?"

"O-Our grades, Sir…" Hermione stuttered. "We're f-f-failing… your class."

I hid a smirk at how difficult it was for Hermione to admit she was failing something even when she was acting, "Is that so? I'm afraid I didn't realize you were doing so poorly. Or that I had my own class for you to fail."

Hermione froze at my last line as I'd gone off her carefully planned script. Heather came to her rescue, "That's right, Professor. We're failing your class. You know, the one you teach? The one that gives you all that authority over us directly? The one that's definitely not completely made up for *cough* roleplay *cough* purposes…"

"Ah, I see," I nodded as if Heather just said the most convincing thing in the world. "Remind me, what were your grades again?"

"T-T-Tro-…" Hermione tried and failed to get the dreaded letter grade out. "Heather, I can't. Help…?"

Heather rolled her eyes, "Troll, Professor. We have a Troll in your class."

Oh, this was kind of fun. I set my face into an approximation of a stern professor mask, "My, you two are really scraping the bottom of the barrel. To fail with distinction…? I expected better from you, Miss Granger."

Hermione whimpered, shaking where she stood at the mere thought of failure, "I-I'm sorry, P-Professor…"

"Well, what do you two expect to do about your abominable grades?" I asked, getting another small whimper from Hermione. "Retake a test? Show me you understand the material in some other way? If you've come to me after hours like this, surely you have a solution."

Heather grinned, nudging Hermione forward. Hermione gulped. She worried at the hem of her skirt. Her eyes glanced around my office, setting on the papers I'd been grading for a moment. They seemed to remind her of something and she whined without opening her mouth. She was silent for a few long moments.

When she did eventually speak, her voice was small, "E-Extra credit…?"

"We're more than willing to earn our 'O's, Professor," Heather added.

I pretended to think about their solution, staring Hermione down and making her squirm as I did, "… I won't go easy on you. Are you sure you're willing to work for the grades you feel you deserve?"

"P-Positive, Professor!" Hermione jumped at the opportunity to please. "We'll do anything you ask of us! Just-! Just don't let us f-fail…"

Heather snorted in the background as I held Hermione's gaze, "Sure, drag me down with you, why don't you?"

My stern mask stared Hermione in the eye. Desperation stared back at me. She was really getting into her role here. If I had to guess, this entire bit was her fantasy. Heather just pushed her into actually acting on it. Still, I wasn't going to disappoint. She wanted to earn her grade. Let's see how willing she really was…

I scooted back in my chair, gesturing to the two girls, "Come here. I'm open to extra credit arrangements. But your grade will ultimately be up to how much work you're willing to put in."

"Oh, thank you, Professor!" Hermione sagged with relief, rushing to get on her knees between me and the desk.

Heather joined her at a much more sedate pace and with a smug smirk on her face. Before kneeling, she leaned toward me to whisper in my ear, "Thanks for playing along. Hope you enjoy yourself~"

Rolling my eyes, I swatted her on the rear, "Get down there. You'll be working for your grade as well, Miss Potter."

"On it, Teach~" Heather purred, sinking to her knees alongside Hermione.

Hermione glared at Heather, "You're not going to try and steal my 'O' grade, are you?"

Heather snorted a laugh, "Heh, think of this like a group project, Hermione."

"Then you better pull your weight," Hermione shot back.

They bickered back and forth between my knees for a few moments. I was stuck between rolling my eyes and chuckling. In the end, I did neither. Instead, I banished my pants off of me with a wave of my hand.

That made them fall silent and focus. Hanging in front of their eyes, my cock dangled at about half hardness and steadily grew. Having two nubile young Witches in front of you would do that to anybody. Soon enough, I throbbed to full mast.

Hermione audibly gulped, looking up at me over the crown of my cock. Her eyes were wide, shining with anxiety and eagerness. Tongue darting out, she licked her suddenly dry lips. A tentative hand reached out for me as if testing to see if I was real.

As Hermione ran dainty fingers up the length of my shaft, Heather looked like the cat who caught the canary. Her grin was as wide as I'd ever seen it. It struck me that this was the first time they'd gotten a good long look at me. Their reaction certainly wasn't found wanting.

I reached for my wand as the girls kneeled there transfixed. A discreet wave got the result I wanted. In the air along my shaft, letters came to life in harmless fiery writing. A 'T' at the very tip. A 'D' just a bit past that. Then a 'P', 'A', 'EE', and finally, an 'O' next to the base.

Heather and Hermione blinked at the letters in confusion until Heather snorted, catching on. Hermione wasn't far behind. She blushed from her cheeks down to her chest.

"I-I…" Hermione said hesitantly. "I don't think I can earn that 'O', Professor…"

"Oh? Why not?"

"Well, I've been… practicing," Somehow, Hermione's blush brightened even further. "And I've never taken my… training aids… nearly that deep."

"You never know until you try. Maybe the real thing will motivate you to go beyond your limits. You're not getting out of this that easily, Miss Granger," I said sternly.

"N-No, Professor!" Hermione denied, desperate to please as always. "I wouldn't dream of it! I-I'll put in the work and do my best!"

I nodded, "I'd expect nothing less from you, Miss Granger. And you, Miss Potter? Do you have any concerns about the weight of my expectations for you?"

Heather smirked up at me, "Bring it on, Teach~"

"Then get to it," I instructed, trying to keep the 'stern professor' tone to my voice for as long as possible.

It looked like Heather would be the one to make the first move. Then Hermione came out of nowhere, all but diving onto the head of my cock.

Soft lips wrapped me in velvet. She froze, surprised by her sudden action as me and Heather. Nervous eyes looked up at me. I gave her a nod of approval. Slowly, those perfectly plump lips began to suckle.

Heather looked on, amused by the march Hermione had stolen on her. As Hermione started to suck, Heather's eyes lit up with a mischievous glint. Her hands darted toward Hermione's body, dancing across her skin and dipping beneath her clothes. Hermione squeaked and shuddered. Her eyes closed against the sudden groping but I saw the way her thighs rubbed against each other.

"You have a grade to earn as well, Miss Potter," I reminded.

Heather rolled her eyes goodnaturedly, "Yeah, yeah, Teach. You just want someone to suck your balls."

I had to swallow my laughter, "Careful there, Miss Potter. I can still leave you to fail."

She stuck a very mature tongue out at me before shifting around and under Hermione so that same tongue could lap at my unattended sack. Above her, Hermione shuddered again. Apparently, we were really selling the roleplay for her.

To sell it even more, I said, "Scoot back a bit. I may as well get some actual work done while you two do this."

Hermione moaned as the denial play ticked her boxes. The vibration ran up my cock and straight into my core. They obeyed though, shifting back a bit while keeping their mouths on me until they were under the desk.

With my upper body mostly obscured, I felt safe to bite my fist. I couldn't deny that I found this roleplay about as hot as Hermione did. Something about combining sexual gratification with the authority and studiousness of a professor-student relationship…

Below the desk, Heather laid kisses along my balls and the base of my cock. Soft lips nipped and tickled my skin. Above her, Hermione began to take me deeper. Her cheeks hollowed around my girth as I felt her pass the 'D' mark.

The paper in front of me might as well have been Mars because of how far my focus was from it at that moment. Hermione's tongue swiped across the underside of my cock. Warm drool hugged every inch she could touch. Slow, careful, and practiced movements methodically took more and more of me inside.

Just as I was about to lay an encouraging hand on Hermione's head, there was a knock at the door of my office, "Atlas? Are you free for a moment?"

Fuck. I froze. Of all the times for Professor McGonagall to visit…

"Yes?" I called back after making sure nothing untoward appeared to be happening in my office.

"Wonderful," Professor McGonagall said, opening the door and letting herself in. "I just wanted to talk to you about the papers and a few students."

Unseen by McGonagall, Heather and Hermione had frozen as well. I'm sure Hermione's eyes were as wide as her lips around my cock. I couldn't imagine Heather was much better. As precocious as she was, Heather still did see Professor McGonagall as something of a motherly figure.

Focusing on my colleague and acting as if nothing was amiss, I replied, "Of course, Minerva. Who did you want to talk about?"

She began talking about… something… at length. I can't honestly say I paid complete attention. It seemed like the usual talk between the staff about the Castle's student population.

Something here that the students weren't quite grasping. Somebody there who was having a bit more trouble than usual. But with two of those students currently under my desk, my mind was understandably preoccupied.

Especially when Heather decided it was a good idea to start moving again. She started slowly but soon enough, her tongue was bathing me with attention again as if Professor McGonagall wasn't even in the room. And somehow, she wordlessly convinced Hermione to do the same!

I bit my lip, nodding along with the conversation. Silken pillows pulled at my skin. Hermione slid up and down the first third of my length. She reached halfway, passing the 'P' grade. She paused there and shivered, swallowing as I poked the back of her throat. Earning a passing grade played wonders on her nerves.

Dipping a bit lower, I slid into her throat properly. Her lips almost reached down to the 'A' level. Smooth, wet muscles hugged more than half of my shaft. I glided in and out of her throat. Hermione barely gagged, swallowing to show off her practice in this 'activity'.

"And then there's Heather and Hermione, of course…" Professor McGonagall said casually, unaware of the spike of anxiety her words caused.

I froze again. The two hidden students did the same.

"What about them?!" Professor McGonagall jumped slightly at my too-quick reply. "Sorry… I'm just rather protective of those two."

She nodded, "That's perfectly understandable, Atlas. And I must say, you've done a wonderful job with them this year. Heather in particular. I've never seen her thrive this much in class. I think the time you've spent one-on-one with her has quite a bit to do with that."

I did my best to keep my chuckle casual and unassuming, "Of course. She's a great student when she's actually engaged in a topic. I'm just glad to be able to bring out that side of her."

Heather giggled, hearing her Head of House talking about her without a clue that she was less than three feet away. Hermione, thankfully, was expecting it and helped muffle the noise. And Professor McGonagall helped herself by continuing to talk right over it.

"And Hermione," McGonagall sighed, causing Hermione to somehow freeze even more in anticipation.

"Well, let's just say we're all blessed to have her as a student. Her enthusiasm for education is undeniable. Sometimes, I wonder if there are no lengths she won't go to get the 'O' she feels she deserves."

"I'll-…" I cleared my throat. "I'll say. You can't stop that girl when she gets a goal into her mind."

Hermione moaned softly around my cock. Her body shook slightly. Soft as it was, the sound of her mini-orgasm might as well have been a whisper on the wind. Still, Professor McGonagall tilted her head slightly.

"Did you hear something?"

My heart stopped but I played it cool, "No? Must be the Castle settling. This office hasn't been used in a very long time, after all. I've been hearing strange noises all day since I moved in."

"Ah… of course…"

I didn't let Professor McGonagall ponder on my excuse at all, "Anyway, I should really get back to work, Minerva. I'm almost done with your papers. I'll send them along for you to double-check soon enough."

Thankfully, she just nodded, "Take your time, Atlas. I don't need them until the end of the week. I'll see myself out. Say, will you, Septima, and Aurora be joining us for the weekly poker game?"

I smiled, holding off the sensations from below my waist, "Wouldn't dream of missing it."

With that, Professor McGonagall left and I let myself breathe a huge sigh of relief, "Merlin, that was stressful…"

Giggles, suckling lips, and a wandering tongue drew my attention back beneath my desk. Moving my chair back slightly, Hermione followed, entirely unwilling to give up her 'grade'. Heather sat back on her haunches, wiggling her eyebrows at me.

"Stressful?" She teased. "Were you trying to hide something from Professor McGonagall, Teach~?"

I gave her a stern glare, getting right back into character, "I don't need any sass from you, Miss Potter. This extra credit assignment is between the three of us. Something you just about blew with your little giggles."

"Oh no~" Heather 'gasped'. "Do I need to be punished?"

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? No, I think something else is in order. Another test. Come up here and lay on my desk," I instructed.

Hermione paused as Heather did as I asked, "Keep working, Miss Granger. Miss Potter, your new test is simple. You can't cum until I let you. Let's see if you're still stubborn enough to earn your 'O'."

Heather leaned back on her elbows, smirking as I leaned forward. My hands trailed up her legs, going from soft wool to smooth skin. They dipped beneath her adjusted skirt. As expected, I found nothing else beneath to cover her.

"At least you came prepared," I muttered.

"Anything for you, Teach~"

"Quiet," I ordered firmly. "Pay attention. This will be on the test."

I flipped her skirt up over her waist. Heather laughed until I bent down so my breath grazed her little flower. She sucked in a breath, going tense at the teasing. My hands stroked her inner thighs, quickly followed by my lips planting featherlight kisses.

I worked my way up, avoiding her pussy for a moment. Kisses here, there, above her mound, and trailing down. When I returned to her lower lips, she was practically drooling down her thighs.

My tongue tickled those plump petals. I dipped deeper. Lapping at her honeypot, nectar fell onto my tastebuds like ambrosia. I spread her around my tongue, licking upward in one long smooth stroke.

Heather held her breath. The tension in her body rose along with my rising lick. I reached the summit, pressing down on the love button I found there. Heather's body shook. A breathy moan escaped her.

I looked up at her, meeting her eyes over her navel. Heather stared back with wide eyes. It was as if she couldn't believe what she was feeling. I circled her clit. She gasped. More droplets blessed my tongue.

Not to be forgotten, Hermione pressed farther forward. She took me past the 'A'. Her throat swallowed and contracted around me. A relatively small hand cupped my sack. Another tried to encircle the base of my cock to steady Hermione's 'workspace', only succeeding halfway.

Wet heat coated my every nerve. She dragged pleasure out of me every time she withdrew. Her throat hugged me tight every time she drove herself back down. It would have been almost comfy if it wasn't so stimulating.

I hiked Heather's legs onto my shoulder, muffling a groan with her pussy. Hermione sucked hard enough to make me throb in her throat. Heather's eyes rolled back in her head as she desperately tried to keep from going over the edge.

"Oooooooh~ God~" Heather moaned.

I slurped noisily in reply. Her juices coated my chin. Her legs quivered on either side of my head. Her insides fluttered on my tongue. I drove her higher and higher. Her head fell back. A sweet symphony fell from her lips.

Below the desk, wet lips and a nimble tongue worshiped my cock. My core clenched, holding off my climax. Hermione reached deeper, earning her 'EE'. She was mere inches from her 'O'. The finish line pushed her onward. She gagged and choked, trying to shove the last few inches down her throat.

My hand left Heather's hip and came to rest just above her womb. I held her down from there, pressing on her core from the outside. I felt her muscles tense and spasm beneath my palm.

"No no no no no no~!" Heather pleaded. "Gonna cum, gonna cum~!"

Tummy tight, she held on with all she had. I didn't let up. My tongue buried between her lower lips, spreading her folds for me to devour. I felt her toes curl on my back. Her whole body arched, pushing herself onto my mouth even more.

For the briefest of moments, I pulled back slightly to say, "You can come when Hermione earns her 'O'."

"Merlin, Hermione~! Please please~! I'll give you anything!"

I dove right back in, keeping Heather on the razor's edge. Still, I took pity on her. Hermione had stalled at the final inch of my shaft. She whined pitifully, unable to finish no matter how hard she tried.

My free hand made its way under the desk to rest in her curls. Hermione shuddered under the contact. She moaned her approval and thanks. My hand pulled her forward. She gagged but I didn't stop. Slowly, she swallowed even more of my cock. Her lips came to rest on the root of my shaft.

Almost immediately, Hermione did her best to scream out. Something made much harder by the cock plugging her throat. Her body seized and shook. A wet splash somehow managed to be heard over her muffled scream of ecstasy. Earning her 'O' pushed Hermione over the edge.

The sound of Hermione's 'O' was all the permission Heather needed. She keened. She twitched. She let herself come undone like a spring. She came her brains out all over my face.

Nectar poured into my mouth. More splashed onto the floor between Hermione's legs. Nubile feminine bodies played like instruments. Heather was splayed out across my desk, her chest heaving and her legs still shaking. I checked below. Hermione's eyes were practically rolled up in her head just from the pleasure of her accomplishment.

"Very good job, Miss Granger," I praised. "Now, please remove yourself before you suffocate."

Hermione moaned, seeming to cum again from the praise. She gasped as my cock popped out of her mouth. Tears of pleasure and satisfaction streaked down her face.

"Y-You didn't cum, P-Professor," Hermione panted.

"I didn't," I agreed. "But you've already earned your 'O'. Are you willing to go above and beyond for your studies, Miss Granger?"

Hermione's smile was luminescent, "Always, Professor."

"Then get up here," I instructed. "And bend over your less motivated classmate."

"H-Hey," Heather protested in a weak voice. "I-I resent that c-claim…!"

Hermione scrambled onto shaky feet. She turned around, flipped her skirt over her bum, and placed herself above Heather in 'the position'. Despite how drained she was from her 'O', those wide hips and plump cheeks wiggled back and forth for me eagerly.

Satisfied, I nodded, "Good hustle, Miss Granger. Let's see if we can't earn you a distinction to go along with your 'O'."

"Thank you, Professor," Hermione moaned.

I lined myself up with her dripping lips. Petals spread. A vise-tight hole began to stretch. Hermione's body shook and tried to push back to help my penetration. Slightly more recovered, Heather's arms wrapped around Hermione and helped steady her.

Inch after inch, I disappeared inside Hermione. Her inner walls gripped me tightly. She twitched and shuddered around me. My cock was wrapped up in fold after fold. Sensual heat lit up our nerves. Steel parted silk. And ever-so-slowly, I drove myself to the hilt.

Deep within Hermione, I paused as inspiration struck, "Now, Miss Granger, tell me… What effect does the Vera Verto spell have?"

Hermione was confused at first, "W-What…? Oh~, so full~…"

"Answer the question, Miss Granger. Surely a genius like yourself can manage to multitask," I chided.

"I-It can be used to transfigure an animal into a dish or utensil, primarily a goblet!" Hermione forced out between breathy moans.

"Very good. Ready for another?"

"P-Professor…? I don't understand…"

"It's a test, Miss Granger. One I hope to see you pass with flying colors."

"O-Oh…? Oh~! Yes, Professor, I'll do my best~!"

I rewarded her eagerness with a shift that ground her clit along the underside of my cock. Slowly, I pulled myself out of her. When I was at her entrance once more, I asked her the next question. Some meaningless trivia. The first thing that popped into my mind really.

She answered, wiggling her hips to try and get me back inside. I complied. I thrust forward with a smack. Hermione's bum bounced off my pelvis. Firm and deep, I hilted myself. Hermione whimpered, squeezing around me as she prepared for the next question.

Hermione's test went on like that for a while. I drove my cock into her. She shuddered and came. I praised her with every answer. She shuddered and came some more. Her juices glistened on my shaft. My girth stretched her wide and lewd.

Soft flesh jiggled with each thrust. Her bum cushioned the impact, driving back into me with desperation for more. Her legs shook, barely supporting her weight. Tight walls fluttered around me. Heat bathed me from tip to root.

Hermione whined and whimpered between questions and answers. Still, her body shook with every bit of praise I lavished her with.

"Very good, Miss Granger."

"Excellent."

"I couldn't have said it better myself."

When she was on the verge of orgasm, I broke character slightly, "Good girl, Hermione~"

She came like a fountain. Physical evidence of her ecstasy splashed down her inner thighs. Her insides tightened. She gripped me, holding me in place against her core as deep as possible.

My own pleasure mounted. Lightning raced through my veins. I throbbed so hard it almost hurt. Gripping plush hips to hold her against me, I ground myself inside Hermione. An utterly depraved groan escaped me. Heat surged through me in an instant.

I flooded Hermione as she came. Our peaks combined, playing off each other. For an instant, the place we were connected could have been the hottest in the universe. Pleasure spread like wildfire, consuming our minds with the climax.

"So good~ Oh, so good~ Merlin, you're perfect, Hermione~" I continued praising as I all but collapsed on Hermione's back.

She let out a series of little gasps. The praise helped her come down from our momentous peak. Still twitching, her body relaxed beneath me. I stayed buried inside her long after my orgasm stopped.

Eventually, Heather brought us out of our afterglow, "Uh, that was hot. Like, really hot. But can you two move…? You're kinda both on top of me."

Groaning, I managed to lever myself upright. Hermione didn't move. She had her head buried in Heather's shoulder and she seemed almost unconscious. Heather looked up at me with amusement.

"So… Roleplay successful?"

"I wouldn't say that just yet," I grinned, getting my second wind. "I'd say your earlier efforts only earned you an 'A', Miss Potter. I'm sure you wouldn't be satisfied with anything other than an 'O', correct?"

Heather glanced at Hermione's insensate form, "Yeah… Yeah, I could go for a couple of 'O's…"

Smirking, I drew myself out of Hermione. The withdrawal earned an almost pathetic whimper that we all pretended to ignore. Aiming myself lower, I began to push forward into a tongue-ravished pussy. Test #2 started now…