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Any man would have a hard time functioning at the Garreg Mach Monastery. The university had a classy exterior with a strict uniform policy, but any half open eye wouldn’t have to look long to capture certain..biases in the uniform’s design. Tight shirts designed to show off the curve of the breasts and skirts that ended at the thigh, hugging their rears in a way that didn’t leave much to imagination. Girls were allowed to wear safety shorts or tights for comfort, but the more naturally endowed of the young women knew this put them at a needless disadvantage.
None other knew this more than Hilda, who tended to linger in Jeralt office a little too often, asking meaningless questions and practically begging him to indulge in padded banner. Jeralt didn’t think much more of it than Hilda wanting to have a staff member to use as cover for escaping her daily duties, but soon she started hanging over desks or out of windows, perching her hips out so that her skirt would ride up just enough to expose her lacy undergarments. Once, she sat at his desk, looking up with the top buttons of her shirt open, conversing as if nothing was amiss. She later assured him with her usual innocuous charm that it was a mistake.
It was obvious what she was doing, and regrettably Jeralt indulged the girl. There was plenty of eyecandy at Garreg Mach, but very little opportunities to act on it with such strict rules and scheduling. Anyone could guess that the school was a melting pot for unprofessional conduct, but Rhea wouldn’t allow it to go so far as to let it stop the cogs in the machine from spinning.
So all of this flirting and pining tended to sit until it bubbled over during freetime or an extended break or even a lunch period. Jeralt had accidentally stumbled into some of the most blatant showings of degeneracy he’d ever seen under the shadow of this church, and perhaps partook in a few such showings himself.
The day she came in and sat perched on his desk with legs slightly spread and shirt just a little too loose he wasn’t surprised. He was honestly refreshed out how blatant it was. He also couldn’t resist, grumbling a curse as he undid his pants. Hilda’s face lit up in that same way it did when she’d successfully wiggled her way out of a homework assignment.
“Well, well..” She giggled, hopping off the desk to lean over his chair. “Perhaps you aren’t such a stooge after all, hm?” She put a hand on his chiseled midsection and feeling him through the padded fabric.
“Perhaps not.” Jeralt whispered. Ever since he’d laid eyes upon her curvaceous form, he’d wanted to run his hands over it. He couldn’t resist in the moment, gripping her impossibly tight waist. “Now it’s your turn to surprise me.”
Hilda smiled, leaning down and closing the gap between them with a soft smooch. Geralt responded in kind, practically yanking her into her lap as the snogging escalated. The chain of kisses slowly turned into an aggressive makeout session as Jerald prodded at what the young woman was capable of.
She’d slacked on her studies in many ways, but she’d done her homework here.
Eventually, she pulled away with some resistance. The tinge of disappointment was replaced with excitement when the girl hopped off his lap to get on her knees, her hands tracing him the whole way down.
The rumors that would spread among the student body. The damage Rhea would do to him. The way such a scandal would affect his kin, currently employed at the same school. It all went out the window when Hilda pulled her corset down and popped her shirt open.
Of course she wasn’t wearing a bra, he thought to himself. He was thankful for it.
A suspicious amount of the girls at Gerret Mach were gifted in this way, but Hilda was perhaps the most gifted of all. Her perky mounds were dotted with light pink nipples that matched her bright pigtails. How delightful it would be to take one of those rosy nubs in his mouth.
“The gods blessed me with certain...gifts.” Hilda giggled, running her hands over the mounds. They squished against the pressure. “And certain talents.” She added with a wiry smile.
Jeralt knew what she meant by that as soon as her breasts were around him. She gave him an uncharacteristically sloppy load of spittle to lubricate him and got to work. The deftness at which she popped open her shirt, kneeled below him, nearly matched her grace with an axe and seemed twice as effortless. Her kisses felt as calculated as they did passionate. As cold as they felt warm. It paired well with the way her soft breasts smothered his member. His cock practically disappeared into her milky skin.
Such a young girl had no right to be so well endowed. No right to use such endowments in sinful ways underneath the lamplight of the church. And yet here she was, working Jeralt over and dragging him down into her sin with each successful squeeze. Shaky moans filled the quiet study as the smallest gestures by Hilda rocked through him like a mage’s curse. When she took him into his mouth and swirled her tongue around his ever so sensitive tip, he groaned, brushing a hand into her scap.
She pulled out with a pop, robbing him of her soft warm lips for a few painful seconds. “Mind the hair, professor.” She warned. “It takes a lot of time to get it looking like this. Wouldn’t want to ruin all that with a spill”
Jeralt had been nodding eagerly before she’d finished talking. She smiled at his uncharacteristic pining before going right back to work. She had him and she knew it. All it took was for her to finish the job.
So she sped up her affection, suckling as much of him as she could while she kept up playing with her breasts. Jeralt’s hands stayed firmly glued to the desk behind him. His instincts with past partners were buried firm into his chest as the mere idea of Hilda stopping again put him in check.
Instinctively, he started thrusting into her chest. Hilda let out a pleased mewl, pulling away just long enough to spit down the valley of her breasts again as the speed of the coupling increased. The desk creaked ever so slightly behind him. The idea of being mindful of the noise they were making was becoming more and more of a joke.
A sudden, harsh growl had Jeralt painting the young girl’s features. She gasped, pulling her shirt even further apart in an attempt to mitigate the spillage. It joining her milky skin was preferable than the dark fabric of her uniform.
But The sheer volume of Jeralt’s climax caused other issues. He shot a long, thin line of cum up her face, past her eyebrows just touching the fringes of her hair. “Hey!” She cooed, staying deadly still so the rest could splash harmlessly onto her chin and neck.
Jeralt was so winded he could barely breathe out an apology, handing her a handkerchief to wipe herself with. He leaned back in his chair, watching the curvy little heiress clean herself with nuance.
“I think you owe me another couple of days for making such a big mess.” She remarked, only half teasing. Jeralt hardly heard her as his eyes traced her voluptuous hips.
“Tell you what.” He began, burying the responsible part of his brain once and for all.“How about you work really hard for me today, and I get you out of your duties for the next two weeks?”
Hilda seemed genuinely surprised at the offer, her eyes tracing him down to his member. I t was already twitching back to life, hard and desperate for more attention.
She smiled that trademark wiry smile. The one that told you she was up to something. “How about we make it three?”
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Hilda et out a sharp squeak as she was slammed against the desk with a thud. Jeralt’s lips collided with the back of her neck and his callous hands wandered under her skirt. The feeling of soft, bare skin set his pulse on fire. It wasn’t a surprise that she wasn’t wearing any underwear, but it sent a thrill through him he hadn’t felt since he was a young man.
Dexterous hands snaked around to her entrance, giving her snatch a graze. She’d been alarmingly calm through this entire debacle given how soaked she was. Jeralt’s mind started to wander thinking how long she’d spent planning this. How often their playful banter must have sent her stumbling back to her dorm with her thighs pressed together, settling for a night of touching herself to sleep.
Her demeanor unravelled just a little bit with every new touch as loose moans and buckling knees were a far cry from her prim and proper posture.
Her skirt was unceremoniously flipped up. Jeralt took a few long seconds to admire her generous rear. He ran a hand over the surface of her skin, relishing the way she tensed up at the touch. She turned her head as much as she could to give him a playful grin. She bit her lips, giving her large hips a teasing little wiggle.
Geralt hummed in response, giving her bottom a firm SMACK. Hilda blushed and let out a little yelp, but her smile only widened.
He couldn’t waste any more time. Couldn’t afford to. He shoved himself inside of her and they let out a simultaneous moan at the sensation. Hilda was impossibly tight. So much warmer than even the valley of her breasts.
It was only when his hands found it’s place around her thin waist that it all clicked. Her body was damn near
and it wasn’t a gift. Genetics had done part of the deed, but the rest of it was all painstaking, calculated work. The hue of her hair. The way her body was toned just enough to to do her duties without detracting from it’s feminine shape. The makeup she applied carefully enough to enhance her features without letting it overtake them.
The soaking vice grip she had around his cock. The way her body tightened up in the middle and bottomed out into a beautiful hourglass shape. These were the fruits of Hilda’s labor, and Jeralt was lucy enough to taste them.
His thrusts increased in speed as he marveled at the sight. Hilda’s ruffled uniform was no doubt riddled with sweat now judging by the beads that rolled out from under her skirt. Ripples shot through the skin of her backside with every thrust as his hard form crashed up against her soft curves. Every full thrust into her tight snatch sent another wave of pleasure through him. Another spark to his nervous systems that made his hips snapp against hers again.
A stray object fell from Jeralt’s desk with a loud thud. It joined the squeaking, rutting furniture and the dull sound of skin colliding with skin to hard to deny what was happening to any passerby. Hilda’s sharp, drawn out moans towered over the entire production and made it impossible. Jeralt hardly cared at this point. He hadn’t even thought to check if he closed the door before snacking on one of his students like this.
He let go of her waist, avoiding the extreme urge to grab those pigtails of hers and pull on them like a horse’s reign. He snaked around to her front instead, settling on her breasts as he planted another sloppy kiss on her cheek. Hilda let out a pleased groan, thrusting back into him to meet his rapid, desperate humping.
He groaned into her shoulder blade, letting loose a torrent of seed that painted every inch of her insides. She hitched up at the sensation, letting out a little gasp as Jeralt filled her tight teen womb up with shot after shot of cum. Months and months of pent up aggression all being dumped inside of one of his charges.
He pulled out with a huff, stumbling back wards and settling into his chair. Hilda was content to slump over the desk with a satisfied sigh which gave Jeralt a perfect glimpse at his handiwork. Dollops of spunk gathered between her splayed apart heels. Sweat and seet coated her squishy thighs, leading a trail to the scene of a crime: a thoroughly used pussy that was still dripping with cum surrounded by either side by a couple of bare cheeks that’d been spanked red.
The spectacle wiggled, more of Jeralt’s seed dropping out of Hild as she started to stir back to life. “You came inside, seriously?” She whined once her breath had returned to her.
“Didn’t want to ruin your uniform.” Jeralt grumbled. It only took a second for him to realize the contradiction. Wrinkles, a missing button and traces of cum and spittle ran counter to his point
“Didn’t want to ruin it more than we already did, anyway.”
Jeralt quickly straightened himself up and walked around his desk, getting her some more rags to straighten herself up with. Hardly enough to obscure the coupling, butt would have to do until she got back to the dorms.
“I feel like I deserve another week off after this.” She prodded as she wiped dark tears from her cheeks as best as she could.. He let out a hollow laugh, the guilt exiting his chest. Of course it was another jape.
“I’m serious! This is hard work.”
“Whatever you want.” He assured her. Some careful rearranging of the schedule would make this easy. Some eagle eyed students might notice, but no one would care so long as their own workloads didn’t increase much.
“Aww, thank you Sir Jeralt!” She chirped affectionately, wrapping her arms around him and squeezing.
“And hey…” She whispered, her voice gaining a sultry edge. “I’d be happy to keep this little arrangement going year round, so long as you’re willing to help me.” She gave him a peck on the cheek for his troubles. A gesture that made his cheeks redden despite everything they’d done.
She gave herself one last look in a nearby mirror before sauntering off, only turning to acknowledge Jeralt one last time with a wink and a wave. Then, she was gone. The speed of it all practically made his head spin. Jeralt had barely adjusted in his chair since he came.
He sighed, getting up and forcing himself into the motion of straightening his desk. As clarity set in, so did doubt. He’d just given Hilda a way to manipulate him for her own gain. How much more would she ask for? Would he be able to resist her advances if need be?
The image of her breasts spilling out of her shirt popped into his mind again. The answer was almost certainly no, and maybe that was alright. There were worse sins.