Kinktober 2024

Day 8

Teacher/Student – Cedric/Sofia

This is going to be from the same timeline as Medical Play, except now it's Sofia's turn to choose the scenario. This one tuned out a little less fantasy and a little more true to life. I mean, hey, real sex isn't perfect every time. This wound up sort of exploring what that would look like between these two.

He watched Sofia as she carefully bent over the cauldron, making sure the contents were the right color and consistency.

She was doing well enough, though he couldn't help but notice the slight arch of her back and the long line of her legs as she stood on her tip toes. It drew the desired response from him, but he wouldn't be sharing that with her just yet. No, he wanted to watch her squirm a bit longer, wondering when he'd take action on his lovely, young student. Of course, he had absolutely no idea when that would happen either.

Her idea to role play this particular situation had flummoxed him at first. In a thousand years he would have never guessed she'd want to play teacher/student. The two of them in his dusty tower as he instructed her through brewing potions and practicing spells. Apparently, she had harbored secret fantasies, before their relationship, that one day he'd notice her hints and guide her through an entirely different set of lessons. She had brought it up yesterday, and even now his head reeled. He'd had zero idea that she found him, as a teacher, so appealing. Holding back a sigh, he forced himself to remember the way she dressed up as a nurse for him and fulfilled a rather potent fantasy.

Now it was his turn, and he was utterly terrified. Mostly because once he had finally noticed she had grown into a lovely adult, he had to fight his own mind tooth and nail against such inappropriate dreams. He'd berated himself for every stray gaze, every time he wanted to encroach upon her personal space, and every time he yearned to beg her stay as she left his tower. It had all felt so pathetic and disgusting at the time; the idea that the youngest princess of the castle might react to his sad longing with anything other than disdain. Learning that he had been so far off from how she truly felt was still shaking his world view, but now wasn't the time to let it distract him from his current task.

"Very good." He said in a clipped tone, trying to embody the detached version of himself that she had once sought to impress. "Once you're done stirring you'll need to let it sit for a while. I'd recommend you take that time to clean up after yourself. You've made quite the mess of my workshop."

Her lips pursed as she gave him a flat look. He smirked back. This was his tower and he was in charge. She'd receive his attentions when he was good and ready to give them, not a moment sooner.

She nodded, playing along. "Yes mister Cedric."

It only took a moment for a dark thought to prod at his brain. Dare he take their game in a slightly more naughty direction? Not that deviant teacher wasn't naughty enough on it's own, but maybe she'd be receptive to an indulgent change to the script. Cedric the Great didn't typically qualify as the most seductive of men, but perhaps a small modification to the role could get him into a more depraved mind set.

He turned sharply and walked to where she was, grabbing her chin and forcing her to face him. "I've let you get away with that for years due to a lingering tenderness for the memory of a precocious young girl, but now you're a grown up and you'll address me properly. Tell me, how does an apprentice address her instructor?"

There was a sweet satisfaction in seeing her pretty mouth fall open as she floundered to respond. He leaned in closer and gazed down at her, his nose almost touching hers, relishing in her wide eyed reaction. When she licked her bottom lip he smiled cruelly, now confident that she'd be receptive.

"You'll call me master Cedric." He explained slowly, his voice just above a whisper. His pants were beginning to feel tight, and it only got worse when her dark pupils doubled in size and his ears barely caught her faint whimper. "Are. We. Clear?"

He watched as her eyelids drooped down to a half-lidded state. "Y-yes, master Cedric." The words came out strained, but went right to his cock.

"Good girl." He murmured as he dropped his hand from her chin.

He grabbed a book from his shelf that had only recently been acquired and sat in his lounge chair, giving her a moment to catch her breath. It was all too easy to recall the reactions she'd had when they last played. Sofia was always eager to exceed expectations and the only reward she had ever really wanted from him was his attention. Of course it stood to reason that his more deviant proclivities would pique her interest, as long as she was the one that inspired them. Sometimes it scared him, how far she'd let him go.

He peeked over the pages in front of him to look at her. Her lips were moving as she silently counted the final circles around the cauldron trying her best to appear the perfect student, but he was able to pick up a subtle movement under her skirt. The slight shifting of her hips gave away that she was rubbing her thighs together. For a moment he almost wished she had chosen to alter this dress, the way she had done for the white one. Seeing her legs bared in such a way had been a treat for him, and it was definitely one he appreciated. But today she was in a simple light purple dress with a few dark purple details and an old apron. It was almost exactly what she used to wear to their lessons. Her eyes flickered to his and he met them unflinchingly.

She liked it when he stared.

Normally he'd get a little flustered about getting caught, feeling like a pubescent boy with an unruly crush, but today he couldn't find it in himself to feel shame. Today he was a man with few morals and a carnal hunger. Cedric the Great had been shed and replaced with Master Cedric, someone much more villainous. This role was growing more and more appealing by the second as he imagined a slew of seductive scenarios, each more sordid than the last.

"I've finished the potion." She softly called to him. "All that's left is for it to sit until sundown. I…" Whatever she was going to say trailed off as she fidgeted under his appraisal, now suddenly shy about meeting his eyes. "I'm going to start cleaning, m-master Cedric."

Oh did that title scratch a special place in his psyche. For something meant to be dirty, it sounded so sweet coming from her. It only created a deeper craving he was beginning to suspect one day wouldn't satisfy. He watched as she kept herself busy, actually cleaning the cluttered space. Her movements both graceful and practiced as she performed a task she'd done a thousand times over the years. It was adorable, how careful she'd always been with his things.

His baser instincts screamed each time she bent over to pick something up, or stretched tall to reach the shelves. Her body was taunting him, looking so beautiful against a back drop of his collective inventory. The dark voice inside him whispered that today she was just one of his things. A very precious play thing that had no idea what she had awakened.

"That's enough." He slammed his book closed, the combination of his declaration and the noise made her jump. She stood stick straight once she recovered, looking like she didn't know what else to do. Didn't know what he expected of her. He sneered, delighted by her internal struggle. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was nominally frizzy from the heat of the potion. The dress she wore was less pristine than when she first walked in. The spark of excitement he'd seen in her face had given way to a desperate anxiety. She was the perfect picture of an innocent young woman that had just realized she was caught in a trap.

He stalked towards her, feeling all the more powerful when she backed away. Too bad she didn't get very far, the size of the room ensuring she found a wall at her back in only a few short strides. She must have seen something in his countenance, he thought to himself as she started trembling. He caged her in with his outstretched arms before leaning down to press his cheek to hers, lips at her ear. "Have you ever heard the term, teacher's pet?"

Her sharp inhale, accompanied by a glow of red in her cheeks, was all the answer he needed.

"While you don't exactly have any competition, I can say you fit the moniker perfectly. So eager to perform for me. Ready and willing to do anything it takes to gain my favor. Well, you have it now." She gasped, leaning harder against the wall and reacting beautifully to his low timbre. "I wonder, how far would you go to keep it?"

For a moment she didn't move.

He smirked, bringing his body closer to hers. "Or you can leave." The words were barely out of his mouth when he started nibbling at her ear.

"No!" Her answer a breathy cry. "No, please. I want to stay."

"I was hoping you'd say that. Go stand by the table." He ordered.

She hurried to follow his directions and he trailed after her. He knew she was hyper aware of him, listening for every sound and watching every move. It was intoxicating. This game might be better than their first one. Much as he enjoyed being tended to, there was something to be said about the power of his current position. Once upon a time he had dreamed of ruling a kingdom. He was coming to find that owning a princess was much more worthwhile.

"Take off my robes."

She moved quickly, hands only shaking a little as she untied the sash and slid the heavy fabric off his body. Without him saying so she walked away to hang it up. His cruel mask almost broke, heart fluttering at her considerate treatment. She came back and raised her hands to the buttons of his shirt.

"Ah-ah." He tutted. "You're my student, Sofia. I want you to wait for instructions. Can you do that?"

The pink in her cheeks began spreading down her neck. "Yes, master Cedric."

He patted her cheek patronizingly. "Now take off your apron." This time she was a bit slower, and he watched her closely to try and determine whether it was to savor the moment or due to nerves. When she faced him again he put single bent finger under her chin to lift her face. "Tell me what you have on under that dress."

He felt a dark satisfaction when she shivered at his demand. It was adorable when she started fidgeting with the apron she clutched so tightly her knuckles were white. Her eyes shifted around the room and he swore he could see the weight of her thoughts in her face. Again, she nibbled on her bottom lip and he allowed her the time she needed to find her answer.

But then again, this was Sofia, and he should know that silence never leads to anything that should be expected.

"Nothing." She finally squeaked out. His mouth fell open. He should have known, really he should have. She'd done the same the last time they played. But this time… she had looked so normal. Same dress, same demeanor, same old, ratty apron. He'd never dreamed… but then, she was always full of surprises. Fucking hell, she was a wonder.

He took only a second to regain his bearings before cocking an eyebrow at her. "Is that right?" He asked, attempting to recapture the smooth danger in his tone from earlier. "That's how you dress for your sorcery lessons? Or do you eschew your undergarments for all your daily undertakings?"

Her face puffed indignantly and her forgotten apron fell from her grasp. "You don't really think -"

"- Of course not." He stepped close and cradled her face in both hands. "No, that's only for me isn't it, pet? Don't be upset, I was only teasing. You know a thing or two about that, don't you? I've seen you. You're such a good girl for anyone who wants to help you learn something new, but you're never alone with them, are you?"

Her beautiful eyes were locked in on his, barely blinking, the frustration from a moment ago steadily draining away. She shook her head, trembling softly as he stroked her temples with his thumbs.

"I know how much you crave to be around others. The number of friends you have surpasses the amount of dresses you own. But all of that falls to the wayside when it's time for you to come see me. It took me a while, but I finally clued in to your hints. Finally realized what you wanted. Though, I'm beginning to wonder if you've passed want." One hand went to the back of her head and the other drifted down to toy with the neckline of her dress. "I know I have. I'm well past watching you come and go. I'm beyond allowing you to bat your eyes and lean into me and tempt me with your undivided attention. There are consequences for your actions, and I've been denying them for too long. Denying you for far too long."

He pulled her up to his face, forcing her onto the tips of her toes. Her hands shot to his shoulders for balance, unconcerned with stopping him. She leaned in as if expecting a kiss, but he didn't give it to her. No, he wanted to bury his face into her neck and tease the sensitive skin there. He inhaled the sweet scent of her before veritably attacking her with firm lips and an eager tongue. She whined under his ruthless attentions and he tasted it.

"Cedric."

The way she said his name, almost like a prayer, made him easily forgive her for forgetting his title. He'd remind her later if she forgot again. For now, though, he'd simply indulge her. It was too easy, really. All he was doing was whispering every sinful thought and shameful desire he'd ever hid from her. She took it like water to a thirsty flower, as if this was what she'd been waiting for.

And this whole thing was happening exactly because she had been waiting for it.

He couldn't bring himself to regret the time it took for them to come together, too many lovely memories that sometimes felt more like dreams, but this felt almost like a second chance. A chance to ensnare and enchant her. A chance to be brazen instead of cowardly. A way to show her the darker tendencies inside of himself and then prove that every piece of him only wanted her pleasure.

After one last playful nip, he pulled away and took a second to just enjoy the state of her. She pulled slightly in his hold to go back down off the balls of her feet and he let her. He'd push her muscles in a different way, later.

But before that, he couldn't resist the urge to pick up her discarded apron. For as considerate as she was for other people's things, she had little regard for her own. He'd show her the care he had for her by treating her and her things the way she treated him and his. Actions were much more worth while than words, anyways. He folded it, somewhat haphazardly, and placed it on a nearby chair, enjoying the way she watched him.

"Turn around, pet." He ordered. She complied without a word.

He stepped behind her and placed a hand flush to her back, pushing her forward and into the bench in front of the table. "On your knees, please, and hands on the table."

She turned to look at him as he pulled her dress up just enough to maneuver her into putting her bare knees on the bench. He watched as she put the pieces together before gently placing her hands down on the table. She chewed on her bottom lip as she waited patiently for her next instruction, doing her best to hold still for him. It was addicting, the way she placed all of her trust in him. He almost thought twice about toying with her.

Almost.

Stepping softly behind her, he pushed her dress up to rest on her waist. Her backside was just as bare as she'd confessed it would be. Luscious, full, and pale; shadowing the shine he caught at the tops of her thighs. Begging to be played with. He placed both hands on her and gleefully took notice of a small yelp from his sweet apprentice when he began kneading them firmly. The idea to swat at her tempted him, but she hadn't really done anything to earn it. Much as he wanted to see his bright red hand print on her pretty pink rump, he'd save it. Perhaps she'd forget his title again, if he got lucky.

Her shaky breathing was like music to his ears, until he caught a whimper that didn't match the others.

"Sofia?" He prompted, hoping she'd explain.

"Yes, master Cedric?" She replied. He could hear the restrained grit in her tone.

Frowning, he asked her, "What's wrong?"

The brief silence gave her away.

"Nothing!" She tried to convince him. "I'm ok!" He watched as she whirled around, scared he was going to stop, but she couldn't hide her wince when her weight shifted.

"Is the bench hurting you?" He narrowed his eyes when she shifted hers away.

"It's fine. I'm perfectly fine! Please, don't stop." She begged.

Silly girl. He wasn't going to stop unless he absolutely needed to. She should know that, considering she was uncomfortable and he was still hard in spite of it. He pulled her off the bench, more amused than he should be when he saw her pout.

If she had still been bent over, he definitely would have swatted her ass for that.

"I'm not going to stop, princess, I'm going to fix it. I want all of your focus, not just what you can manage around discomfort you shouldn't even be suffering through in the first place."

Her shoulders relaxed as she processed his explanation, and she nodded.

He summoned one of his thicker table clothes and threw it over his work table, and then a couple of cushions he placed on the bench. Once he was satisfied she went to move back into place. As she awkwardly pulled her dress back up he thought of a better idea.

"Actually, I want you fully up on the table." She looked back at him, recognizing the mischief in his tone and pausing her movements. "Now, please. Don't make me tell you again."

Her eyes widened and she crawled up without a word. This time, when her lovely ass was exposed, he spanked her sharply, delighting in the sound of the impact as well as her shriek. He stroked lovingly over the heat of his hand print, knowing she hadn't expected the sting.

"I thought we discussed how you'd address me, apprentice. You'll acknowledge my orders or I'll stop. You'll follow my orders, promptly, or I'll stop. Do you understand me?" He spoke with steel coating every word. They needed to get back on track and she needed to remember that he was the one making the rules.

"Yes, master Cedric." It pleased him to hear the tremble in her voice.

"Good girl." He crooned. "Now, I'm about to give you a very important task. Before every potion, you've always impressed me with your prep work. You're incredibly thorough, as we both know, and I want to give you an opportunity to show off." He pushed her shoulders down onto the table, forcing her to arch her back and show off her dripping center. "Prepare yourself."

She whimpered out a hushed, "Yes, master Cedric." Then he watched one hand trail down to begin working at her clit.

He sat on one of the cushions, intent to enjoy the show he was making her put on for him. Her fingers began clemently, with light brushes and gentle circles. His pants grew tighter than they already were as his own breathing picked up with hers. They hadn't done this before. He'd never just sat and observed as she stoked her own desire. It was hypnotic. He couldn't look away, especially when her alluring noises heightened and her hips moved into her hand. There was one point, watching her digits grow more and more coated with her honeyed arousal, that he nearly threw this whole thing to the wind. The only thing that pulled him out of it was when he noticed a few details in her body language that betrayed how close she was to release. Allowing her to continue was an enticing thought, but so was making her wait. Decisions, decisions. It's not like they were going to stop after the first one, but his ego was demanding they all belong to him.

"That's enough."

She made a sound caught between a keen and a gasp, and stilled her hand but didn't remove it. Her lack of agreement to his order didn't bother him. His pet was waiting for her next command, and he felt for her. Sofia had reacted so perfectly to every thing they'd done so far, and it was past time he rewarded her.

"You can put your hand down, pet. In fact, you might want to brace yourself."

He didn't wait for an acknowledgment before moving his mouth to her core, adamant to taste her. She was thick and decadent, heavy on his tongue and delicious in a way that only she could be. He was barely aware of her tempered wails, barely aware that life outside of this moment existed at all. There was only her pretty, pink cunt and the hunger inside of him that sat wide and gaping like a never-ending chasm. She had already been so close, it didn't take long for her to gush into him. He drank her down, and when she sobbed he pulled away and shoved two fingers into her pulsing channel, drawing out her pleasure and beginning the process of building it up again.

She clenched around him desperately, moving her body with his. "P-please! Please, Master!"

The chasm within him growled.

He tore at his pants, discarding them as quickly as he was capable, and then practically leapt onto the table moving them longways. His hands, one still soaked, grasped greedily at her flared hips and yanked her into him.

"Say it again!" He bid her.

"Please Master!"

Her breathy, raspy begging was perfect. He needed more.

"Do you need me inside you?" It was phrased as a question, but they both knew the answer. She didn't have time to reply before he was pushing into her, slowly, but a mockery of kindness. "Tell me, pet. Tell me what you need."

"You!" She shouted. "You, Master! Please!"

Her body shook before him. She was a needy mess below him, bent over a spread out on his worktable. Like a well-loved spell book, opened up for him to read at his leisure. Only there was no leisure today. Today there was only need and a wicked hunger. His mind was too far gone for him to be frightened by it. Too far gone to fear that he might go too far.

"Again." He insisted.

He drove his cock into her, gaining speed with each second.

"Please!"

There was no more conscious decision in either of them. Only the demands of their bodies finding reprieve in one another. Only the echo of instincts imprinted in their bones and souls. Only the fevered pitch of heat that raged between them, setting their bodies and hearts ablaze.

She broke before he did, her scream setting him off as well.

He'd hardly been aware that they'd been so close. It had been too easy to get lost in the frantic haze of desire that seemed to go on forever. Her body went limp, and for a second his cool down turned into a horrid freeze.

She'd never just slumped like that.

But then again, he'd never taken her like that before.

"Sofia?"

His voice was softened, the role of "master" now officially shed.

"I'm alive." She wheezed.

"Oh, good."

"I'm never going to hear the word "pet" the same ever again." This time she shook with laughter.

"Is that so?" He asked, almost uncaring of the answer, just happy she was happy.

"Yeah." There was a small pause. "I think I might combust if you use it again."

She said it so calmly, but he heard was she was actually getting at.

"So what I'm gathering is that I should use that in the future."

"Only in the bedroom, Cedric. Nowhere else."