Chapter Six
Sea of Stars
A few days later, Jugson and Bramble were walking up the spiral staircase, their footsteps echoing softly against the stone walls. It was late afternoon, and their last class of the day, Defence Against the Dark Arts, taught by the esteemed Professor Brindlemore, had just finished. As they reached the top of the staircase, they found themselves facing an old wooden door, devoid of a traditional doorknob or keyhole. Instead, a magnificent bronze knocker in the shape of a regal bronze eagle graced the door. Jugson and Bramble stood, eagerly awaiting the riddle that would grant them passage through the door to the common room of Ravenclaw.
Suddenly, the bronze eagle sprang to life. Its once static form is now animated, and a voice emanating from its metallic frame posed a question to Jugson and Bramble. "Who lived longer, the ghost or the poltergeist?" The eagle's voice echoed through the corridor, its tone both curious and puzzling.
After several profound moments of contemplation, Bramble turned to Jugson, his expression a mixture of conviction and curiosity. "It has to be the poltergeist, doesn't it? Peeves have haunted and annoyed generations in this school since it was founded." His voice carried a hint of certainty, as if he had unravelled a puzzling mystery. Just as Bramble prepared to answer the question, Jugson swiftly interrupted him, his hand raised, disrupting Bramble's impending reply.
"That's not the answer, Bramble," Jugson interjected, his gaze fixed on Bramble's now quizzical and confused expression. "It's a trick question. Neither the ghost nor the poltergeist can truly be classified as living in the first place. They exist as non-beings." Jugson paused briefly, allowing his words to sink in before concluding with a definitive tone. "So, the answer is neither, as life and death simply don't apply to them." Jugson redirected his attention towards the bronze eagle, a subtle smile gracing his lips. "A non-being can never have been," he calmly responded, breaking the riddle's enigmatic code. And in that precise moment, the doors swung open, revealing the bustling and cacophonous Ravenclaw common room, brimming with activity and the vibrant energy of the students.
Bramble let out a frustrated sigh, his exasperation evident as he remarked, "Those bloody riddles are getting harder, I tell you." He looked over at Jugson, whose face wore an amused expression.
Jugson's laughter filled the air as he responded, his amusement contagious. "Oh, one hundred percent, Bramble. These riddles are becoming increasingly hard, week after week," he chuckled, his voice laced with sarcasm.
Jugson and Bramble made their way towards the corner by the window, where the other Ravenclaw Quidditch players had gathered. As the hours ticked by, they engaged in lively conversations, predominantly around their shared passion for Quidditch. Strategies, plays, and memorable matches became the focal points of their discussions. However, the topics naturally meandered into school, where they shared experiences and opinions on various classes and teachers they disliked, with Jackbuck saying he thinks Professor Willow is the best-looking teacher, which amused Jugson.
During their animated conversation, Ruby Nightingale produced a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, eliciting excitement from the group. One by one, they took turns selecting a bean, bracing themselves for the unpredictable flavours that awaited them. Oliver Jackbuck led the way, his face lighting up with delight as he savoured the refreshing taste of a lemon-flavoured bean. Arthur Felide and Bella Cooper followed suit, their expressions contorting into brief moments of displeasure as they encountered the flavours of dirt and black pepper, respectively.
The rest of the group couldn't help but chuckle at their reactions. It was Ruby Nightingale's turn now, she bit into an earthworm-flavoured bean, causing a wave of queasiness to wash over her. Her discomfort, much to the amusement of her friends, only amplified the cheerful atmosphere. Jugson eagerly seized his chance next, feeling quite content with the pleasant taste of the glass-flavoured bean, while Zena Gnu's face lit up with joy upon savouring a tasty cherry bean. Then, the moment arrived for Bramble. At first, he thought fortune favoured him as he bit into a bean, but his initial excitement quickly turned to revulsion. Within seconds, he was spitting out the rotten egg-flavoured bean, a taste that assaulted his senses and caused him to gag uncontrollably. The sight of Bramble's reaction proved too much for Jugson and the rest, who all burst into fits of laughter, struggling to catch their breaths amidst the hilarity that ensued.
As Jugson's friends' laughter gradually subsided, he finally regained control of his breath, though his sides ached from the prolonged laughter. Meanwhile, Bramble continued to desperately attempt to rid his mouth of the repulsive taste of the rotten egg. "Does anyone have any other sweets we could try?" Zena Gnu inquired, her voice laced with curiosity and a hint of mischief.
"Oh, I've got some elephant on a bicycle sweets from Honeydukes. I picked them up during my last visit to Hogsmeade," Jugson quickly replied.
Bramble, still attempting to wash away the lingering taste of the rotten egg, muttered under his breath, taking a sip of his drink. "Just as long as they don't taste like bloody eggs," The rest of the group erupted into renewed laughter at Bramble's comment, their amusement echoing through the room once more.
"Don't worry, Bramble. They only make you sound like animals, not anything with weird tastes," Jugson reassured as he walked over to the stairs, heading to the boy's bedrooms. Despite his words, a tinge of uncertainty lingered in his voice. "Well, I don't think they do," he mumbled quietly, his doubt barely audible with a little laugh.
Jugson made his way towards the old trunk, positioned at the foot of his bed. He rummaged through the contents, searching eagerly for his elephant on a bicycle sweets. During the soft rustling of objects within, a distinct tapping sound suddenly caught Jugson's attention. He turned his gaze towards the window located at the far end of his bed. There, perched gracefully on the windowsill, was none other than Kiko, Professor Willow's majestic snowy barn owl. In Kiko's talons, a piece of parchment was delicately clutched, its significance unmistakable. Jugson's face lit up with an exuberant grin as he laid eyes on the unexpected delivery. The sight of Kiko's feathers glistening ethereally in the moonlight.
With a gentle push, Jugson swung the window open, its hinges creaking softly in response. Kiko, the wise owl who had forged a special bond with Jugson through her countless visits, fluttered her wings gracefully and settled onto his outstretched forearm. "Hello, Kiko," Jugson greeted the owl, his voice brimming with warmth and affection. His fingers traced gentle patterns along the owl's soft feathers, eliciting a contented hoot from Kiko. While relishing the soothing rhythm of his strokes, Jugson inquired, "How are you tonight, and how's my beautiful Holly doing?" Kiko responded with a symphony of hoots, conveying an entire conversation to those who could decipher her cryptic language. Jugson carefully reached out and gently grasped the parchment tied to Kiko's leg. With a smile of gratitude, he rummaged through his trunk, revealing a hidden stash of treats that he had for Kiko. Jugson presented the delectable morsel to Kiko, who eagerly nibbled on it, her bright eyes gleaming with anticipation. Once Kiko had savoured her well-deserved reward, Jugson guided her back towards the open window. With a gentle flick of his wrist, he bid her farewell, allowing her to take flight into the vast expanse of the night sky. The cool breeze brushed against her feathers as she soared, gracefully returning to her rightful place in the owlery. Jugson watched as Kiko's outline disappeared into the darkness, closing the window, its latch clicking softly, and turning his attention quickly to Professor Willow's parchment.
Professor Willow and Jugson's letters to each other held their deepest secrets and feelings about one another. Safeguarded by a spell, these documents could only be accessed by uttering their secret phrase. In this particular moment, Jugson found himself glancing furtively in every direction, ensuring that no prying ears would catch his words. Carefully, he mouthed the incantation, whispering to the parchment, "Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury and remedying it." It was a powerful quote, timeless wisdom passed down by Albus Dumbledore himself, whose wisdom had touched countless lives throughout the ages. And on the parchment, its words started to appear.
"Hello, my love," Jugson read with a warm smile, his purple eyes brimming with a mix of affection and curiosity. "We need to talk urgently. I am OK, but we need to talk. Please make sure to be at the top of the Astronomy Tower by twelve tonight don't be late. I love you, HW."As Jugson read those words, a surge of emotions coursed through his veins. He couldn't help but wonder why the meeting was of such urgency but also didn't care, as he got to see her tonight. Jugson uttered the spell "Incendio." A flicker of crimson light erupted from the tip of his wand, swiftly engulfing the parchment and its precious contents in a blazing inferno. Flames danced and leapt, hungrily consuming the paper, while swirls of smoke filled the air, carrying away any lingering traces of the once-concealed knowledge.
The next few hours were agonising for Jugson. After spending the rest of the evening with his fellow Quidditch players, engaging in more conversations, indulging in all sorts of sweets, and sharing laughter, he found himself lying in bed restlessly. Each passing minute felt like an eternity as he eagerly awaited his meeting with Professor Willow. He hadn't held or talked to her in a month due to their busy schedules and the need to keep the relationship a secret at all costs. His mind was consumed with anticipation, longing to breathe in her fragrance and feel the warmth of her embrace once more. His thoughts reminded him of the kisses they had shared and the passion that had ignited between them. A smile graced his face as he imagined the prospect of making love to her. In the quiet stillness of his room, time seemed to stretch endlessly. Jugson's heart raced with a mix of desire and nervous excitement, his mind envisioning the anticipated reunion with her. The world around him faded into the background, leaving only the anticipation of their impending meeting.
As the hands of the clock in the Ravenclaw common room inched closer to the stroke of midnight, Jugson embarked on a familiar mission. This nocturnal expedition had become second nature to him, an endeavour he had undertaken countless times. With the finesse of a seasoned practitioner, he donned the guise of vigilance, his eyes fixated on the enchanted parchment of the Marauder's Map. Each step he took was infused with caution, his senses were attuned to the slightest hint of approaching footsteps. Silently, he weaved through the labyrinthine corridors of Hogwarts, a master of stealth, his presence unnoticed by any unsuspecting staff members who might have ventured out for a moonlit stroll. Finally, after navigating the labyrinth of castle corridors, Jugson arrived at his destination, the top of the tower.
As he ascended, his excitement surged. And there, in the cool night air, he saw a breathtaking sight. Nestled in a blanket, wrapped in its soft folds, was Professor Willow, her radiant beauty enhanced by her flowing locks of blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Her ethereal gaze was directed skyward, tracing the constellations that adorned the celestial canvas above. Jugson's heart fluttered within his chest, its rhythm disrupted by the sheer magnetism of Professor Willow's presence. He couldn't help but marvel at her delicate frame, swathed in the additional warmth of a second blanket thoughtfully arranged over her stomach.
"Holly, I've missed you," Jugson whispered softly, his voice carrying a gentle undertone of longing as he approached her. A tender smile graced Professor Willow's lips. The fine night seemed to amplify their reunion, a moment suspended in time. As Jugson drew closer, a real sense of affection enveloped them both. The yearning in his heart found solace in her presence, and he could no longer resist the magnetic pull drawing him towards her. With a swift and graceful motion, he kneeled beside her, his proximity evoking a spark of anticipation. Time seemed to stand still as he sought to express the depth of his emotions. Before Professor Willow could utter a word, Jugson's lips met hers in a passionate embrace. Their kiss transcended words, a language only they understood. A symphony of passion unfolded, a delicate dance of intertwining tongues. Jugson's hands tenderly caressed her chest, gently rubbing her nipples, his touch sending sparks and heat throughout her body.
As their lips remained locked in a passionate exchange, Professor Willow's voice intertwined with the softness of their kisses. "Hello, sweetie," she murmured affectionately, her words a delicate melody that echoed their shared desire. Professor Willow enticed Jugson to join her on the blanket. With an intense yet gentle passion, she patted the space beside her, an open invitation to indulge in the intimacy of the star-studded sky.
A smile tugged at the corners of Jugson's lips, his eagerness evident. "Lay next to a sexy Hogwarts professor under the stars? Yes, please," he responded, playful.
As Professor Willow looked deeply into Jugson's eyes, her affection spilled over in a cascade of gentle kisses, each one finding its mark on his face. The tenderness in her actions conveyed not only her love but also a longing for their connection, heightened by the passage of time. "How are you, my love?" Professor Willow inquired, her voice filled with genuine concern at the amount of time since their last nighttime adventure. Her choice of words, however, betrayed a touch of hesitance as she struggled to find the right way to articulate the span of their separation. "Sorry, it's been a few weeks since our last meeting," she finally managed to say, her voice trailing off slightly.
Jugson, his eyes locked with Professor Willow's, processed her words with a touch of amusement dancing in his gaze. "Meeting?" he repeated, his tone laced with a hint of playful scepticism. "Is that what we're calling it now, Holly? Me fucking you against the wall in your office, a meeting OK," he added, his voice tinged with a soft chuckle that brushed against the night air. His remark provoked a blush to spread across Professor Willow's cheeks.
"It was my most enjoyable meeting ever at Hogwarts," Professor Willow replied.
"I've missed you so much, Holly," Jugson said as they both looked deep into each other's eyes. "But why did you want to meet Holly so badly? I am not complaining, but is everything okay?" Jugson inquired, his voice laced with genuine curiosity as his hand now under Professor Willow's thin shirt resumed its tender exploration of her breasts, gently squeezing her nipples, eliciting a subtle gasp of pleasure from Professor Willow. Though his touch remained intimate, his words expressed a genuine desire to understand the motives behind this urgent meeting.
But almost immediately, Professor Willow's tears began welling up, blurring her vision as she struggled to catch her breath, the weight of her emotions rendering her voice shaky and fragile. "Please, understand... I was terrified," Professor Willow whimpered, her voice barely audible through her sobs. Her heart pounded in her chest as she fought to articulate her words. "I... I can't bear the thought of losing you," she managed to choke out, her voice now consumed by the rawness of her despair. Tears streamed down her face as she unleashed the full force of her anguish. "I love you so much," Professor Willow confessed, her cries punctuating each word. The weight of her unspoken feelings had burdened her for weeks, and now they spilled out in a flood of grief and regret.
As Jugson tenderly kissed Professor Willow's tear-soaked cheeks multiple times, his voice was filled with love and reassurance. "I love you too, Holly. You're not going to lose me, ever," he whispered, his lips conveying the sincerity of his words. Concern etched across his face, he gently implored her, "What's wrong, babe? Please tell me." His tone conveyed a mixture of empathy and determination.
With trembling hands, Professor Willow mustered the courage to lift the blanket that had hidden her stomach, revealing a small but undeniable bump. Tears mingled with her words as she poured out her confession. "I should have told you weeks ago," she whispered, her voice full of regret. A hint of fear danced in her eyes as she looked into Jugson's eyes, desperately seeking solace. "I'm pregnant, sweetie," she managed to say through choked sobs, her vulnerability laid bare. The weight of her revelation hung heavy in the air, suffocating the room with its magnitude. "You're going to be a dad," she continued, her voice fragile yet filled with a flicker of anticipation. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably now, betraying her struggle to contain her emotions. "Please, don't hate me," Professor Willow pleaded, her voice breaking.
Jugson's eyes widened in utter disbelief as he shifted his eye towards Professor Willow's bare stomach. The sight of her unmistakable bump and the baby growing within her, his baby, sent shockwaves through his entire body. A mix of emotions surged within him, threatening to consume him entirely. Anger welled up, fueled by the realisation that he had been kept in the dark for weeks. He wrestled with a sense of betrayal, the weight of the truth hitting him with a force that shook him to his core. How could she have withheld such life-altering news from him? Thoughts of resentment and reproach swirled in his mind, ready to spill forth in a torrent of accusatory words.
Jugson's voice reverberated with a potent blend of disbelief and pent-up anger, his words carrying a weight that mirrored the intensity of his emotions. "Weeks!" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with incredulity. "And it's only now that I get to know that you're pregnant. That I'm going to be a dad." The revelation hit him like a tidal wave. The knowledge that Professor Willow had kept this momentous secret from him for an extended period struck him with an overwhelming force. A surge of raw frustration coursed through his veins, stirring a turbulent storm of emotions deep within him.
Tears streaming down her face, Professor Willow mustered all the strength she had left to respond in between her sobs and quivering breaths. "I'm sorry, sweetie," she managed to whisper, her voice filled with remorse and regret, acknowledging the pain she had caused him. "Please forgive me,"
"Holly!" Jugson started shouting again, and as his eyes met Professor Willow's tear-filled eyes, the anger began to dissipate like waves crashing onto the beach.
Tears streamed down Professor Willow's face as she choked out her words between sobs, her voice trembling with remorse and regret. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, sweetie, don't hate me, please don't leave me," she managed to say during her emotional turmoil.
At that moment, he saw the woman he loved, the woman he wanted to be his wife one day, the soon-to-be mother of his child, crumbling before him. His anger waned, and with a deep breath, he wrapped his arms around her trembling form, pulling her close, and whispered gently, "I could never hate you, Holly, I love you. I am all yours, you are never losing me."
"I love you too," Professor Willow panted with joy. As Jugson's hand gently glided over her bare, pregnant belly, Professor Willow couldn't contain her delight, and her giggles spilled out of her. The touch of his hand on her growing bump felt amazing.
Pulling Professor Willow tenderly onto his lap, Jugson cradled her in his embrace. With a soft touch, he brushed his lips against her tear-streaked cheeks, gently tasting the saltiness of her tears that lingered there. And she carefully licked away the remnants of her sorrow from her quivering lips. As the weight of the news sank in, Jugson's voice trembled with a combination of awe and disbelief. "I'm going to be a dad, Holly," he whispered, his words thick with a mixture of wonder and disbelief. His eyes locked with Professor Willow's, and he completed his sentence in a breathless whisper, "You're going to be a mum." With unbridled passion, Jugson pulled Professor Willow closer, his lips meeting hers in a deeply intimate kiss.
"There are a few more things I need to tell you, sweetie," Professor Willow murmured, her voice filled with a mixture of vulnerability and determination. She leaned in closer, her forehead gently pressing against his.
"Holly, what is it? It's not twins, is it?" Jugson chuckled, unable to fathom that her revelation could be as momentous as his impending fatherhood. His hands instinctively moved in soothing motions, gently caressing her back and belly as he offered a comforting touch. Planting a few kisses on her cheek.
"Don't worry, it's just the one," Professor Willow started as she laughed before composing herself. "Well, one thing you should know is that Professor McGonagall knows everything," she stated bluntly, causing Jugson to freeze in shock. The weight of this revelation hit him like a bolt of lightning, his mind racing to comprehend the implications. Before Jugson could fully digest the weight of Professor Willow's earlier revelation, she continued, delivering another blow to his already shell-shocked state. "And the second thing is, I am leaving Hogwarts to protect the school and us from any controversies. I leave tomorrow," she disclosed, her words carrying a sombre tone that mirrored the heaviness of the situation. Jugson's eyes widened even further, his mind struggling to process the sudden turn of events. The shockwaves of this revelation crashed upon him, leaving him momentarily speechless.
Jugson made several attempts to find his voice, his thoughts still reeling from the weight of the revelations. Finally, with a mix of trepidation and urgency, he managed to speak, his words coming out in a stuttered manner. "Professor McGonagall knows? She knows about me, about us, about our baby?" he questioned, his voice laced with a combination of fear and uncertainty.
Professor Willow nodded solemnly, her gaze locked with Jugson's, and she stroked his cheek. She could sense the unease and vulnerability that enveloped him. "Yes, sweetie," she replied softly, her voice tinged with empathy.
Jugson's voice caught in his throat, a blend of anguish and despair tightening its grip on his words as he thought of her words. "Wait. You said you're leaving," he managed to choke out, his voice trembling with a mixture of emotions.
Professor Willow immediately reached out to hold his face, her touch offering solace and reassurance. "No, not like that," she responded swiftly, her voice filled with tenderness and sincerity. "I'm leaving the school, not you, I love you. You're stuck with me for life now, stuck with us," she affirmed, a hint of a smile gracing her lips while looking down and stroking her pregnant belly. With a gentle touch, Professor Willow leaned in, pressing a series of soft, affectionate kisses onto Jugson's lips and getting little moans from him as a result.
Jugson tenderly trailed his hands over her rounded belly, feeling the subtle curve beneath his fingertips. As Professor Willow leaned in closer, her lips brushed against his face, planting gentle, affectionate kisses that filled him with warmth and reassurance. With a determined tone, Jugson spoke up, his voice carrying a resolute resolve. "Then I'll leave with you," he stated firmly, his commitment unwavering.
Professor Willow swiftly pulled her head back, her expression stern and unwavering as she fixed her gaze on Jugson. "No, Jugson," she retorted firmly, her voice carrying a hint of concern. "You're finishing your O.W.L.S. You can't join the Beast Division in the Ministry without them," she emphasised, her words leaving no room for negotiation.
"Okay, Holly. Sorry," Jugson responded gently, his hand delicately brushing aside strands of blonde hair that obscured her ears and tucking them behind them. "But what will you do? Where will you go?" he inquired.
"It's okay, sweetie," Professor Willow reassured him, her voice laced with tenderness as she locked her gaze with his captivating purple eyes. "I have always dreamed of opening a tea room in Diagon Alley," she revealed, a spark of excitement igniting within her. "Fortunately, I have enough savings in Gringotts to make that a reality," she finished, a confident smile gracing her lips as she shared her plans with him.
"I have some galleons saved up, you can have them to start our shop," Jugson quickly interjected, his voice brimming with eagerness and determination.
"Our shop," Professor Willow responded, a radiant smile spreading across her face, unable to contain her joy. "I would absolutely love that, sweetie. Thank you," she expressed, her gratitude overflowing as she reached out and tenderly held Jugson's face in her hands. Leaning in, she planted a passionate, heartfelt kiss on his lips. Pulling back slightly, she gazed into his eyes, her voice filled with genuine emotion. "I love you," she whispered, her words carrying the weight of her unwavering love.
"The Muggle Mug," Jugson murmured between kisses, his eyes locked with those of a momentarily bewildered Professor Willow. "That would be an absolutely perfect name for our tea room," he added, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. The excitement and inspiration in his voice were palpable as he envisioned their future shop bearing this unique and captivating name, reflecting their fusion of magical and Muggle worlds.
"Oh, that sounds absolutely amazing, sweetie," Professor Willow responded, her voice filled with enthusiasm and delight as she deepened the kiss. "I love that name," she expressed, her affectionate words resonating with genuine adoration. She wrapped her arms tightly around him and embraced him closely.
After several blissful minutes, a soft voice broke the silence, emanating from Jugson's lips. "So, Professor Willow." Jugson's voice oozed with a seductive undertone as he leaned in, smiling, his hand delicately cupping her ass beneath the soft fabric of her thin blue shorts. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down her spine, awakening a mixture of anticipation and desire.
"Yes, Mr. Notts." Professor Willow's breath caught in her throat as she tried to speak, her heart pounding with excitement while still trailing her lips over his.
Jugson's voice held a teasing undertone as he continued, "Even know you're pregnant. Any chance I can make love to my sexy Hogwarts professor one last time?" A playful chuckle escaped his lips as his gaze locked with Holly's mesmerising blue eyes. "It would be a shame not to, and under a view like this," Jugson finished, pointing out the stars.
"I may be carrying your child," Professor Willow said, a warm smile gracing her lips as she gently caressed her belly. "But I still have needs, sweetie," she added, her voice filled with a playful yet longing tone. With a deliberate motion, Professor Willow lifted her hips, slowly removing her thin blue shorts, revealing nothing beneath. Simultaneously, she peeled off her t-shirt, causing her breasts to bounce enticingly, capturing Jugson's gaze and swiftly arousing him to full erection. The sight of her perfect curves intensified his desire. "I've not had you inside of me for a whole month. You can do what you like to your professor tonight, just be gentle," Professor Willow demanded, her voice infused with passionate urgency as she threw her shorts and t-shirt over her shoulder.
"Yes, Professor Willow," Jugson chuckled, his laughter laced with excitement. Without hesitation, he threw off his clothes in a quick flourish, revealing his naked body to Holly. A delicate blush spread across her cheeks as she bit her lip, her eyes soaking in the sight of Jugson's naked body. Despite the countless occasions she had seen him naked, his body never failed to captivate her.
With an unabashed hunger, Professor Willow impulsively straddled Jugson's lap, her body pressing against his as she craved his touch. She seized his head, urgently guiding it towards her breasts, craving the sensations that awaited her. Jugson wasted no time, his mouth finding her nipple and latching onto it, his lips enveloping the sensitive bud. As his skilful tongue encircled the stiffened peak and his teeth grazed her deep brown areola with tender nips, Professor Willow succumbed to a wave of exquisite pleasure, a moan escaping her lips. Not content with focusing solely on one breast, Jugson shifted his attention to the other, his devoted hands simultaneously engaging in their exploration. They kneaded and fondled Professor Willow's breasts, their gentle caresses igniting a fire within her. The sensation intensified as Jugson's hands ventured lower, his fingers tracing the contours of her plump ass. A jolt of surprise mingled with pleasure coursed through Professor Willow's body as Jugson's hand met her ass cheeks with a series of playful spanks, eliciting a delightful mix of sensations that sent shivers of anticipation down her spine.
"S-sweetie," Professor Willow sighed, her lips curving into an endearing smile that accentuated her affectionate plea. "Sweetie, remember your professor is pregnant, be more gentle," she whispered tenderly, punctuating her words with gentle kisses planted upon Jugson's forehead.
Caught up in the intoxicating intensity of the moment, Jugson could only manage a muffled response as he continued to lavish attention on Professor Willow's now-achingly sensitive nipples. "Sorry, Professor Willow," Jugson said, this time delivering softer, more caressing spanks to her supple ass. Each delicate connection elicited a chorus of soft moans escaping from her lips, further fueling the passion between them and leaving Professor Willow longing for more. She cupped Jugson's face in her hands and kissed him fiercely and passionately.
Jugson reluctantly broke off their passionate embrace, his chest rising and falling heavily as he gazed into Professor Willow's eyes. The interruption left her feeling a mix of disappointment and annoyance, evident in the slight furrow of her brows and the pout forming on her lips. With her voice slightly breathless, Professor Willow inquired, with a hint of impatience, "What's wrong, sweetie?" Her fingers, still tingling from the electricity of their touch, brushed lightly against Jugson's arm, seeking reassurance amidst her growing frustration.
"Nothing," Jugson murmured seductively as he leaned in closer, capturing her bottom lip between his own. The gentle pressure of his lips gradually transformed into teasing nibbles, igniting a flicker of anticipation within her. His voice carried a sultry undertone as he continued, his words laced with desire, "All I could think of over the past month was your ass. I need to be inside of it again," while inserting two of his fingers deep into Professor Willow's wet pussy, with soft moans escaping her lips. Obligingly, Professor Willow quickly climbed off Jugson's lap, getting on all fours and arching her back with her plump ass and very wet pussy facing Jugson.
Jugson kissed his way up the back of her leg and over her soft ass. The sweet musk of Professor Willow's arousal made Jugson's cock throb achingly as he gently bit her ass cheeks again and again. Gripping her ass cheeks with both hands, Jugson pushed them apart and took a long lick from the very edge of Professor Willow's pussy up to her tight, ruby-red, smooth asshole. Professor Willow's breathing became laboured, and she lifted her ass up and down to meet Jugson's long tongue strokes. With exquisite care and revel, Jugson explores her sensitive asshole, admiring the taste and bringing her breathing to more of a pant with heavy moans.
"Does that feel good, babe?" Jugson whispered seductively, his deep voice reverberating through the room while sucking on her sensitive asshole. Professor Willow couldn't help but surrender to the sensations that enveloped her body, her breath turning into a symphony of gasps and moans.
Professor Willow's eyes widened, and her lips parted in a gasp as a rush of air escaped with a forceful puff. Her chest heaved, each breath fragmented and laboured, as she struggled to regain her composure. "You're doing... amazing, sweetie," she managed to utter between broken pants, her voice laden with the unmistakable strain of her exertion. "Please, please lick my ass," she begged. Jugson happily responded to her demand and buried his tongue deep into her asshole. While he tenderly stroked his hands over her pregnant bump, a rush of euphoria flooded through Professor Willow's pregnant body.
Jugson gazed upon Professor Willow's smooth ass with a look of pure lust. "Look at this perfect asshole," he said seductively, rubbing his thumb over it, making her body shake. "You know what would make it look even more perfect?" Jugson asked, scratching his fingertips over her ass cheeks.
Professor Willow let out a contented sigh, her eyes brimming with eager anticipation. "What's that, sweetie?" she asked, her voice filled with warmth and passion. Jugson began kneading her breasts.
Jugson leaned over Professor Willow on her hands and knees. "My cock deep inside of it," Jugson whispered, his hot breath on her skin bringing her arousal even higher, making her pussy drip and her asshole twitch.
Professor Willow's voice trembled with a raw, fervent passion that resonated through the very core of her being. Her eyes shimmered with uncontainable desire. "Oh, please, yes. Fuck my ass, Jugson," she whispered, her words carrying an almost desperate plea.
Jugson's eyes widened with passion and hunger at her words. "Like this Professor Willow," Jugson said, and without warning slammed his cock deep in Professor Willow's wet and awaiting asshole, leaning into her, making her squeal and arch her back even more. Her head bolted back, and Jugson reached up and grabbed a handful of her blonde, wavy hair and pulled on it as he inserted his swollen head even deeper into her.
Professor Willow groaned as Jugson's cock sank deep in her, spreading her wide. "Sweetie!" Professor Willow cried, and her breathing became rapid. "Jugson! You're in my ass, Oh! Sweetie, your inside of me!" It felt so good. Jugson felt so good. "Fuck me hard!" she cried desperately, feeling Jugson oblige, giving delicious grunts as he began sinking his cock balls deep into Professor Willow over and over again. She was in ecstasy to feel Jugson move against her, the feel of his hips slamming into her ass. Professor Willow couldn't help but moan, cry, and scream out Jugson's name as the pleasure spiked, and she felt her body convulse and her ass tighten, then clamp down on Jugson's invading cock. Professor Willow was on all fours, her back arched, moaning and cooing as Jugson road her, looking over her shoulder at Jugson meeting his purple eyes with her bright blue. She gave him the most lustful smile as she drove her hips back onto him as hard as she could, matching his powerful thrusts. And he was rewarded with loud moans of pure pleasure from Jugson.
Jugson's hands were now supporting Professor Willow's pregnant belly, with his fingers running up and down. The sounds of their bodies slamming together reverberated around the astronomy tower as Jugson managed to mutter a few words. "Professor Willow," Jugson panted, his breaths coming in deep. "I love you, Professor Willow!" he shouted as he gently slapped her ass cheeks a few times, making her grunt and moan loudly with her hips buckling wildly.
Jugson was relentless, Professor Willow's scream of ecstasy didn't slow him as an orgasm ripped through her body. With only Jugson's hands on her hip and pulling her hair, she stopped Professor Willow from collapsing. Jugson's cock continued to slam into her ass, again and again, without rest. Professor Willow was so loud, it took her a few moments to register Jugson's voice over her moans. "Give me your arms, babe, " Jugson said abruptly, letting go of her hair so her face landed on the pillow below, leaving her arse high, with his cock still buried deep.
Wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure was still shuddering through her body, so it took her a while to be able to move. She eventually passed him her arms, Jugson's hands wrapped tight around her wrists, pulling her upright. The leverage allowed Jugson to slam into Professor Willow's ass with more force. Her arms were forced behind her back as the man she loved more than anything hammered her ass. She felt like a rag doll, allowing Jugson to do whatever he wanted with her. Her pussy juices were gushing down her thighs onto the blanket below, her ass cheeks slapping loudly against Jugson's hips.
Professor Willow's breaths were now frantic as she was close to another orgasm as Jugson sunk balls deep into her over and over, her words were nothing more than gasps. "Jugson! Sweetie!" she screamed, her eyes rolling back as her body violently shook with another mind-numbing, toe-curling orgasm. Jugson had relesed her wrists and was supporting her stomach again.
Professor Willow's orgasm pushed Jugson to the edge of his own, his face was strained from the effort of not going over the cliff. "Professor Willow...!" Jugson shouted. "I'm going to explode, I can't hold on, professor," Jugson begged, with his hands holding onto and gently squeezing her belly.
Professor Willow's whole body was numb, her voice was nothing more than a whisper. "Cum deep in my ass," she whispered to Jugson, the soft sound standing in stark contrast with the shouting she had been doing earlier. "Please cum, please cum deep inside of my ass," Professor Willow moaned softly.
That was all Jugson needed, with a loud grunt in Professor Willow's ear. The grunt and sudden rush of warm cum deep inside of her ass was more than enough for Professor Willow to send her over again as well, this time with a smaller orgasm. Jugson continued to breed Professor Willow slowly and deeply for a while while kissing and biting her neck, making her squeak very softly. After a while, exhausted and utterly spent, Jugson and Professor Willow collapsed onto the sides in a sweaty pile, gasping for air while Jugson's fingers were roaming over her stomach.
Professor Willow turned and leaned up to Jugson, planting a soft kiss on his lips. "You're trembling, sweetie," she whispered to him.
"Am I? I can't tell," Jugson responded with a brain-dead murmur, his mind seemingly lost in a haze, barely registering Professor Willow's observation. She couldn't help but let out a playful giggle, displaying her nurturing nature. She reached over and lovingly pulled a blanket over both of them. "Holly, that was utterly amazing," Jugson exclaimed, his voice filled with awe and adoration. He leaned over, capturing his lover's lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Professor Willow reciprocated with equal fervour. Lost in the intoxicating embrace, Jugson's fingers now traced gentle patterns, caressing the curves of Professor Willow's breasts with a tender touch, expressing both desire and reverence. "I love you so much," he whispered. His words were punctuated by another tender kiss, sealing their shared affection in a moment of pure bliss.
"Yes, yes, it was," Professor Willow responded with elated delight, her eyes sparkling with joy as she basked in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. "I love you too, Jugson," she whispered, her words carrying the weight of sincerity and devotion.
Jugson let out a deep sigh, his voice tinged with sadness as he grappled with his emotions. "I am sad now, Holly," he confessed, his words heavy with the weight of sorrow that pressed upon him.
Professor Willow's expression shifted, her brows furrowing with concern as she observed Jugson's change in demeanour. Her eyes searched his face, hoping to uncover the cause of his distress. "Why, Jugson? What's wrong?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine worry. She leaned in closer, their gazes locked, as she sought to offer comfort and support in whatever way she could.
A playful giggle escaped Jugson's lips, surprising Professor Willow with his lighthearted response. His voice carried a hint of mischievousness as he shared his revelation. "Well, I'm not going to be able to make love to you for a whole four months now," he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with humour. Professor Willow's concern quickly melted away, replaced by a mixture of relief and amusement, as she began showering Jugson's ear with kisses and playful nibbles.
Professor Willow then paused for a moment, with an amused look on her face. "Well, I can't wait a whole four months for my baby daddy to make love to me again," she declared with a playful tone. She rolled Jugson onto his back and gently strode his lap, her lips forming a mischievous smile. "Are you ready to go again, sweetie?" she asked with a hint of laughter in her voice.
Jugson's eyes widened with a mix of surprise and eagerness as he looked at Professor Willow. "Just... just give me ten minutes, please," he pleaded, his voice filled with anticipation and a hint of breathlessness. A playful giggle escaped his lips as he continued. "And I'll... I'll be ready to fuck you senseless." Without wasting another moment, their eyes locked, Jugson's vibrant purple eyes meeting Professor Willow's radiant blue ones, and they were drawn into a passionate kiss.
"I'll give you five minutes, sweetie," Professor Willow replied, much to Jugson's laughter.