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If someone had warned you just how much studying is involved in becoming a wizard, you would have gladly ignored the way the Weave calls to you. After all, there are plenty of other paths you could have walked. Waterdeep is vast, and full of opportunity. There are a hundred things you could be doing with your life that don’t involve sitting in a lecture hall, listening to your professor describe to you in detail whatever subject happens to be on his daily itinerary.
That isn’t to say it’s all bad. In fact, most days you actually enjoy your education, though that has more to do with your teacher than anything. Professor Dekarios has a way with words that could make the most boring of subjects sound absolutely fascinating. You could listen to him for days on end, hanging off his every word as he waxes lyrical about whatever topic is on his schedule. It’s mesmerizing, hypnotic, and just the slightest bit unnerving that one man’s voice can hold so much sway over you.
It’s also had the unfortunate side effect of turning you into quite the teacher’s pet, much to your chagrin. You’re almost always the first to arrive, and the most reluctant to leave, though there is a more pressing reason for that; despite being such a dutiful student, your grades aren’t reflective of that. You’re on the very cusp of failure, Professor Dekarios’ words just not sticking no matter how mellifluous they might be. One more less-than-exceptional test…
Yet even in your panic, you still find solace in your professor’s words. It’s almost the end of his lecture now, a most fascinating discussion of literature. Many in your class had seen fit to argue with him over the subject, failing to understand what fiction could possibly have to do with magic. Dekarios had silenced all his naysayers by explaining that The Weave is art in and of itself. How could any self-respecting wizard appreciate it, if they fail to appreciate other forms of art?
His explanation only stoked the fires of want inside you; you’ve always loved a well-read man.
You have to stop yourself from thinking such things. The man is right in front of you, surely able to notice the way your cheeks grow pink every time your eyes lock onto his. Such a silly thing, to be crushing on your professor like this. Maybe when you’re inevitably kicked out, you can seek him out? He doesn’t strike you as a man that would bend the rules while you’re still his student- even if you are a grown woman- but after that? There’s always a chance, assuming he doesn’t have a partner at home…
Gods, you’ll never forgive yourself if you make a pass at a married man. You’re pretty confident he doesn’t have a wife, given that the only women he talks about are his mother and his Tressym, the few times he’s ever mentioned his private life. You can’t see a ring either. Not that you’ve stared at his slender fingers at length, of course; your attention is usually more focused on his tongue.
Your attention is drawn to the present by Professor Dekarios clapping his hands together, waking a nearby fellow student from a blissful nap. ‘Right, I do believe that concludes our lecture for today. I expect you all to study hard for your next exam, for it will be extremely difficult, and may be used to determine whether or not you are fit to continue study.’ Everyone stands, and you’re about to join them, before your professor stops you with a pointed finger. ‘Stay behind a moment. There’s something I wish to discuss.’ Panic shoots through your body. Has he noticed your lingering gaze? The desire in your eyes? This is it. This is the end of your time as his student.
At least you won’t need to study for his next exam.
When everyone else is gone, Professor Dekarios locks the door to the hall, before gesturing to a small door at the back of the room. ‘Come, join me in my office. We might be a while.’ You have to keep from trembling, and it’s not just from nerves. This will be the first time you’ve ever been alone with him like this! What if you can’t help yourself? What if you make a pass at him?!
Unable to refuse, you enter his office, taking a seat in front of his desk. Your professor wastes no time joining you, closing his door behind him before settling in his own chair.
There’s a moment of pause, Professor Dekarios taking a moment to observe you first. ‘Don’t be alarmed. This is just a friendly chat, is all. It’s about your grades.’ Gods, you wish he was chewing you out for drooling over him. It might be less humiliating; there’s no way you’re the only one with the hots for him, but you might be the only one failing…
You sigh, struggling to meet his eyes. ‘I know, Professor. I’m trying my best, but I just can’t seem to get a grip on the material. I swear, I’ll do much better if you’ll give me another chance!’ You meet his gaze then, pleading with your eyes as much as your words.
Professor Dekarios gives you a warm smile. ‘You’re clearly a bright young woman. Dedicated, considerate, with a true voracity when it comes to the consumption of knowledge. It frustrates me to no end that despite my best efforts, none of that is reflected in your final grades. Clearly my method of teaching you is inadequate. It is why I wish to offer you one-on-one study sessions, so I can better cater to your individual learning needs.’ You could cry. In fact you’re sure you feel a few tears in your eyes already, overwhelmed by his words. To think that he’s willing to go out of his way just for you, because he sees potential in you…
Fighting your tears, you nod, smiling so wide it almost hurts. ‘That would be incredible, Professor. You’d really be willing to find time to help me?’ As if he didn’t already make your heart beat like mad with his good looks and his witty manner, now he’s being unfathomably kind. This crush of yours is going to warp into something far more intense if he keeps this up…
There’s a hint of something you can’t place in your professor’s eyes, before he distracts himself with a book on his desk. ‘Of course. I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t able to dedicate myself to the task. Do you have anywhere you need to be right now? We could start our first lesson now.’ Even if you did have plans, you would cancel them all in a heartbeat for this, even if it is a special brand of torment.
So you nod, leaning forward slightly. ‘I don’t have any other commitments. Teach me everything.’ You’ll be the envy of all when they find out you’re taking private lessons from such a talented wizard. Even if it means you may have to take yourself off afterwards and deal with your feelings for the man in a more… physical way.
Your professor laughs a little at that. ‘I’m afraid that I do not possess all knowledge in existence, though rest assured, I would share it with you if I did. Now, before we can begin, we need to decide what works for you. Tell me, when you study, do you read the material aloud?’ That’s… that’s a good question. You’ve never really thought about the way you take in the material before.
Though when you think back, all you can do is shake your head. ‘No, I don’t. I read it silently, making notes as I go.’ As much use as said notes have proved to be, thus far…
Professor Dekarios offers you an encouraging grin. ‘Well then, I think that’s a good place to start! I find oral repetition to be a most effective way to absorb information. However, alone it may not be enough.’ He places his fingers on his chin, stroking at his stubble as he further contemplates the issue.
An image springs to your mind, completely unbidden; your professor on his knees, burying his face into your crotch as you read for him.
Your whole body jerks upright, as if trying to dispel the image. Yet it remains stuck in your mind, replaying itself over and over again as you struggle to come up with a suitable answer.
With a wave of his hand, your professor casts something, only for his eyes to widen considerably, a delightful shade of red climbing upwards from his neck onto his face. It’s then that the reality of the situation dawns on you; he used detect thoughts. He peered straight into your mind, and saw the filth brewing within; you’ve never been more mortified.
You almost cry as you try to spit out a flustered excuse, but Professor Dekarios cuts you off, somehow quickly regaining composure. ‘I’ll admit, that’s not quite what I had in mind when I asked, but if that is what it takes to improve your education, well, who am I to argue?’ You audibly squeak as he stands, a noticeable tent in his robes. He grabs the book from his desk, handing it to you as you stare sheepishly at him.
As your professor falls to his knees, you finally regain the ability to speak, flustered as you are. ‘P- Professor! You really don’t have to do this! My thoughts were completely inappropriate and out of line. I’d understand if you wanted to kick me out over this.’ Yet the man seems to have no intention of doing so, placing both hands on your knees before sliding them down to the bottom of your robes.
Professor Dekarios dismisses your protests with a raised brow. ‘Oh, they were terribly filthy. If I’d seen them in anyone else’s mind, we would be having a serious discussion about student-teacher relations. But the truth is, I’ve seen the way you look at me. Wide eyes, a dash of crimson on your cheeks… I am not blind to any of it, and as lovely a woman as you are, it is most welcome.
‘Now, here is what we’ll do. You’re going to read that book for me, and in return, I’ll show you what a fully qualified wizard can do with their tongue.’ He starts pushing your robe up your legs, watching you, giving you a chance to back out.
All you can do is spread your legs wider for him, lifting your ass from the seat so he can hook your underwear off and drag it down the seat. ‘I can do that, Professor. I’m sure this will really help me learn.’ His breath is hot against your cunt as he leans in closer, and you hold the book aloft, opening it to a page that you know contains your current study material.
Surprisingly soft hands stroke your inner thighs as your professor waits patiently for you to start, his eyes fixed on your cunt. ‘Given the nature of what we’re about to do, I must insist that you call me ‘Gale’. At least that’s one bit of information that should sink in with ease.’ He inhales deeply for a moment, drinking in the scent of you before ever so gently nudging your clit with the tip of his tongue, hoping to provoke a response.
You answer his tease with a gasp, watching as he remains perfectly still afterwards. He’s waiting for you to begin reading, even if his jaw does seem to be trembling slightly, the effort of abstaining from licking you clean clearly a lot for him to bear. If he were to press forwards by a single inch…
Not wanting him to suffer, and now craving his touch, you begin to read the book. ‘To see a world in a grain of- Fuck!’ Your professor shoves his face into you the moment you open your mouth, broad tongue sliding confidently between your folds.
Adjusting to the sensation, you continue, starting from the next line. ‘A-and a heaven in a wildf-f-flower…’ You bite your lip as Professor Dekarios- Gale- kisses your clit reverently.
Just then, he pulls back a little, allowing himself to talk. ‘There is a heaven in this wild flower. Plenty of ambrosia, too. What do you suppose the author means by this?’ He pushes himself back against your cunt, and for a moment, your mind draws a blank. How can you find time to care about poetry when this man is worshiping you with his mouth?
Gale stops, and it forces you to think, wanting him to continue so desperately your brain scrambles for answers. ‘It’s about s-seeing something vast in the smallest of things. The next two lines follow the theme, with infinity being held and eternity lasting an hour.’ Professor Dekarios hums, the vibrations sending pleasure jolting through your body like lighting. He dips his tongue inside you, tasting the arousal that has so easily started to flow for him, as he waits for you to continue.
So you continue. ‘A robin red breast in a cage, puts all heaven in a rage. A dove house filld with doves and pig- Professor!’ He buries his tongue inside you, seeking out your sweet spots as he gazes up at you. It’s too much. You can’t take this. You’ve barely even started, and you already feel close to breaking, months of longing for the man between your thighs reaching a boiling point.
Professor Dekarios furrows his brow, slipping his tongue out but keeping his face where it is, forcing you to strain your ears just to hear him. ‘I see my name has yet to sink in. No matter. I’ll have you screaming it soon enough.’ He returns to the task at hand then, fingertips digging into your sensitive thighs as he focuses on the task at hand.
You’re barely even aware of the words leaving your mouth as Gale devours you, treating your cunt like the finest fruit in the realms. His tongue is always on the move, alternating between flicking your clit and tunneling inside you, making sure to caress your folds as he makes his journey across your soaked flesh.
All focus on the book is lost completely when you feel two fingers push inside you, the tome falling to the floor with a heavy thud as your brain tries to fill in the gaps. ‘A truth that’s told with bad intent, beats all the lies you can invent…’ You grasp at your professor’s hair, your hips moving as you continue to recite line after line, almost as amazed at your own memory as you are the skill of the man about to push you over the edge.
You only manage a few more words before your speech dissolves into moaning, the entire office filing with your lustful song as you break, an orgasm hitting you so hard it takes your breath away. You desperately tug at your professor’s hair, forcing him to remain flush against you as he reaps the reward of his efforts, drinking every last drop of you until you start to push him away, on the cusp of being overstimulated.
That doesn’t seem to discourage your professor, who keeps trying to stroke you with his tongue, hungry for more of you.
It’s only when you pull him up to meet your lips that he finally stops, savouring the taste of your cunt with you as he slides into your mouth, his hands groping at your still-clothed breasts.
You cup a hand over his crotch, giving his erection a firm squeeze as you tilt your head to talk, Gale’s mouth exploring the skin of your neck in response. ‘Want me to return the favour, Gale?’ His name sounds like pure sin of your lips, but given what you’ve already done, it feels incredibly fitting.
Grabbing your hips, Gale tilts your body, forcing your crotch against his, uncaring of the wet mark it’s sure to leave. ‘I was hoping you might allow me to formally introduce myself to your most sacred orifice. That is to say, turn around for me.’ You do as he asks, keeping your robes bunched at your waist as you awkwardly try to present yourself, inviting him to take what he wants.
Without further preamble, Gale hoists his own robes up, before shoving his briefs to the floor. He carefully positions himself at your cunt, swirling the head of his cock around to collect as much arousal as he can before inching himself inside you, holding his breath as your body welcomes him.
You have to bite your lip to keep from screaming, the feeling of him inside you so perfect you could weep. He gives you a few moments to adjust before he starts to set a solid pace, not wanting to fuck you too hard, but thrusting his hips far too forcefully to be considered gentle.
As you lose yourself to the sensation of him inside you, your mouth has other ideas, working in tandem with your brain until words start to pour out from your mouth. ‘The questioner who sits so sly, shall never know how to reply…’ Gale gives your ass an encouraging pat at that, urging you to continue even if you’re sure he’s barely paying attention anymore.
Somehow, you manage to keep going, the poem spilling from your mouth until your professor hits a spot inside you that makes you see stars. Your lover noticed immediately, angling his hips until he’s pounding the same spot over and over again.
Professor Dekarios leans in close, his voice husky with effort. ‘To be in a passion you good may do, but no good if a passion is in you.’ The words sound like honey on his tongue, your legs shaking so hard the entire chair threatens to collapse underneath you, unable to bear the weight of your combined lusts.
When one of Gale’s fingers finds your clit, you’re pushed over the edge a second time, cunt clenching around your lover as it silently begs to be filled. Your lover is more than happy to oblige, thrusting his hips into you a few more times before finishing inside you, pumping you full of his seed as the unfamiliar warmth seems to touch your very soul.
Gale is still for a while as you both catch your breaths, before humming in approval. ‘You’ve been paying better attention than I thought. Probably better than you realised, even. However, we still have a reasonable chunk of ground left to cover. Allow me a moment to recover, and we can continue this. Complete the poem, and I’ll give you an extra special reward.’ As if what he did wasn’t special enough; you can feel your mouth water with the prospect of another treat from your handsome Professor.
You push yourself back a little, still trying to keep yourself steady. ‘Let me tell you about the whore and gambler.’ Gale seems to chuckle at that, his cock beginning to stiffen inside you again as you continue your recital, the words coming into your mind with ease.
Looks like you’re a quick study, after all.