If you're finding this in the future, I apologize for any OOC antics - as of now we don't know a lick about her. Anyway, enjoy! :)

"Huh! huh! huh!"

Dorothea's labored breath echoed through the hall, mixing with the sinful sounds of slapping skin. She gripped the edge of the desk tighter, trying to match the thrusts of her professor as he coached her. Her hat brim was tilted down over her clenched eyes. Her bosom swayed within the confines of her uniform.

It was long past curfew when she'd found him there, grading papers. The damning little note that he'd slipped by her during class clutched in her hands. But Dorothea didn't care what grade she'd gotten, nor was she looking to boost it up through elicit means.

All she wanted was a D.

Dorothea arched her back. Her body was wracked with pleasure. She struggled to slur out her words.

"Uh! Uh! Oooh, Professor."

The Professor's hands clutched her hips as he led their rhythm. Her skirt stayed over her bare ass as he pumped in and out of her trembling pussy. While he couldn't boast about being her first (especially not with his newfound job), he could at least take pride as being the most endowed that she'd been with thus far. In kind, she was by far the tightest lass he'd lain with.

Yet merits and platitudes like that meant little to them. It wasn't a contest or a trial - it was simply lust. It was two nubile young bodies mashed together in a taboo bond, baptized in sweat and flickering torchlight.

Dorothea's nails dug into the desk. Her bracelets rattled on her wrists. Her hair settled over her face. Her cheeks were flushed as she tried to cran back and beg him, "Oh gods, Professor...please, give me more…"

He was happy to oblige such an outstanding student. He tightened his hold on her sides and doubled his pace. The lewd slapping union of their loins was even louder now, echoing through the silent classroom.

Dorothea bit her lip, trying to stifle her moans. Thought the professor hadn't admonished her, she could at least realize that following her request carried a greater risk. As a distinguished student of the Black Eagle House, it was only just that she offer him her silence in return.

He realized what she was doing and decided to be a little merciless with her. His thrusts stayed the same pace, only now he was going further into her gushing pussy. She felt him scrape against her walls, finding the little spots that her fingers were simply incapable of reaching.

The young student was straining now, struggling to keep her euphoric screams retained. His forceful pussy pistoning pushed her into the desk until she was almost facing straight into the wooden finish. Dorothea ran a risk and quickly reached up to pull off her cap and use it a as a bite guard. She wound up lopsided over the desk, but at least had a good gag for her to screech into.

He watched her torture with a sense of relish and pride. Her proud upbringing in the Adrestian Empire was on full display as she took his judgement with a restrained sense of dignity. Her sweaty body and disheveled hair might've dampered the illusion, but it wasn't capable of shattering it forthright. And as an added boon, he had an unmolested view of her shapely rear as she greedily sucked in his cock

Dorothea struggled over her orgasm, shaking and helpless. The world had been lost to her - the dim lights, the lascivious echoes, the tantalizing smells of musk and need. All of it was robbed from her for a private eternity. Her spit stained the brim of her cherished cap as her teeth left clear marks from how long and hard she was biting down.

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, she came too. Dorothea blinked away the harsh spots and tried to focus into the smokey dim classroom. She slowly noticed that her teacher's thrusts had slowed down to an almost languid pace. She felt every supple inch of his girth pushing her drooling walls aside.

He noticed that she'd come down from her climax. She spat out her slobber-ridden hat and took in deep, hearty gulps of much-needed air. His hips came to a crawl before stopping completely. His cock was still hard and angrily throbbing, still waiting to unleash in her tight young snatch.

Dorothea blinked away her exhaustion and questioned her teacher. "W-why did you-?"

He cut her off by clearing his throat. His hips pulled back, taking his cock all the way out of her puffy lips. She whined at his departure, wanting to do more, feel more. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, making her perk up.

Dorothea pulled herself up and turned around. She sat on the desk, like he prompted her. The Professor hiked up one of her stocking-clad legs and placed it on his shoulder. Dorothea moaned as her calves were stretched, but didn't find it taxing in the slightest. Once he was sure she was comfortable, he slid his still-hard cock back into her waiting snatch.

"Uuuuuh…."

She mewled at his entry. Her tight muscles squeezed and clenched his intruding dick, almost trying to force it back out. But her professor was tenacious to a fault, and was far far too eager to sip from the forbidden garden of his precious student's private garden. He firmly grasped her sensuous calf and the back of her head as he continued to ravish her.

Dorothea's hands reached back, trying to find something to grab onto. She managed to grab a stack of papers wedged between the raised lip near the back. It gave her a chance to recline back as her teacher started plowing her anew. In kind, it gave him the privilege of her tantalizing, though still covered, body.

Dorothea wasn't shy about her looks, but nor did she feel inclined to flaunt them. She didn't really need to, not when her bust was already straining against school jacket. Her earings lightly shook as she bucked her hips. The black choker on her neck bulged as she strained to gulp down air.

Without her hat, her oaken locks flowed free, swaying in time to her scandalous rhythm. A few strands were stuck to her cheeks, held in place by the sweat pooling off her body. Her uniform was drenched, leaving conspicuous wet patches. The thought of stripping down hadn't even crossed her mind, especially not back when she hiked off her lace panties.

His fingers traced her legs, admiring the tight curves that led up to her ankles. He spared a single glance at her toes, writhing and squirming in her sheer black leggings. From there, his eyes took the delightful oddyssey down to her silky thighs and the bald, glistening snatch between her legs. He'd heard rumors that Adrestrian women preferred to shave, but didn't really care to broach the matter with her right now.

The two continued on, fraternizing in a way that no bylaw of the Academy or edict of the church would approve of. Her body slowly collapsed as her strength left her. Her grip on his papers grew shaky until the wound up flying out from right under her palms. She fell back the scant few inches that remained onto the hard wooden desk.

Thud!

Clunk. Clunk.

He froze in place at the sounds of boots on stone. His balls clenched in her moist snatch before he unloaded a few paltry ropes of cum. Dorothea was too addled to realize what was happening and whined at his sudden stop. His palm swiftly reached to stifle her mouth.

He spared a glance to the door. He was fairly certain that Dorothea hadn't locked it as she was quite eager to inquire about his offer for 'private coaching'. If there really was someone outside, then all they'd need to do is step in and catch the newest professor of the Officer's Academy with his pants literally down and balls deep in one of his students. Death would be a mercy then…

Time crawled by at an agonizing pace. He didn't dare make a move to withdraw or try to make his appearance decent. It truly wouldn't matter if they were both upright and proper - a student and a teacher alone so late at night would be ringing more bells than the church on the day of prayer.

After a brutal eternity, the footfalls resumed. He listened as they grew soft before fading away entirely. He let out a relieved sigh, thankful for his fortune. His focus returned to his addled student.

Dorothea's chest heaved with every breath. Her hair was splayed out over the desk. Her arms hung out over the back, groping at air. He could see the pile of papers strewn over the floor behind her...

To hell with it.

He let her leg drop off his shoulder before he started plowing her anew. He kept going, even as his cum was scraped out her twat. Somewhere in his gut, he knew that that was only a prelude to the real release - the one that would finally sate his lust.

Dorothea's back arched off the desk as her senses ignited. She reached back for the edge for support. Her breasts shook as she endured the vigorous, desperate poundings of her professor.

Finesse was no longer an option - he needed to cum, and he needed to do it now. Gods only know how long they'd been going, and how much greater the odds were of them being caught were. This was no longer about lust, it was about release.

His hips loudly smacked into her. Caution was thrown at the window in favor of striving closer and closer to what he needed. It was almost a relief when he felt his balls clenching again.

It was time.

He swiftly pulled out of her, much to her disappointment. Her sadness turned to confusion as he dragged her off the desk and gently dropped her to the floor. Her knees groaned in protest, but she was kept up thanks to his palm on her head. His other hand was vigorously beating himself off in preparation for his release. She realized what he was doing in and quickly opened her mouth in invitation.

Dorothea squeaked as he pushed his cock into her open mouth. Not even a moment later, he erupted and filled her cheeks with his hot, sticky spunk. She took struggled to swallow as rope after rope stuffed her mouth. Excess cum dribbled out from around his cock, dripping onto her chest.

She struggled to keep him down, but was ultimately successful...mostly. Her already-drenched uniform now had noticeable white spots. He waited a few minutes as she swallowed his load down before slowly pulling his softened loins out of her mouth. A sticky bridge of cum briefly connected them, before she wiped it away.

"hah...hah...I-I appreciate your coaching, Professor."

He tiredly nodded in agreement. Dorothea accepted his hand in raising to her shaky feet. He reached over and grabbed her discarded panties, offering them back to her. She took them, and his further aid in supporting her as she struggled to pull them back on. The instant feeling of his cum oozing into the fabric made her quiver.

Her professor strolled to the door and carefully opened it. A cursory glance down the halls confirmed that the coast was clear, allowing him to quickly beckon Dorothea along. As she swiftly yet silently stole back to her dormitory, he was treated to the sight of his seed dripping down her legs.

He let loose another sigh before glancing down to his limp exposure. He could still feel her warm mouth wrapped around it. Her green eyes looking up at him with a sense of reverence and lust. He compared that to the brief scare they'd had earlier and ultimately decided...it was worth it.

He'd be more than happy to coach her again, and she'd be more than eager for another lesson...