{Minerva's Office, Hogwarts}
{12th Oct 1991}
{3rd person POV}
Rigel held a trembling McGonagall close. He was a little confused at how everything was progressing, but from what he could see, Minerva was a little drunk, even if he could not smell anything. He rubbed her back gently, his hands gliding on her smooth naked flesh that seemed a little out of place on someone her age.
'Magic, I guess. That was the reason for everything anyway.' He thought as he looked down. Since this was a chance for him, he needed to see her requirements again since he had forgotten what they were.
'Requirement Analysis'
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[Name: Minerva McGonagall]
[Measurements: 38"- 24" – 36" (E - Cup)]
[Description:]
[A transfiguration professor at Hogwarts and one of the strongest Witches in Britain, Minerva McGonagall is one of the most important members of Wizarding Britain. Often representing Dumbledore in political discussions, her greatest failure was the fact that the Wizengamot passed the Muggleborn Debt Act III. Her efforts for the last decade have been an attempt to rectify the inhuman act.]
[Dedicated to the art of mastering her chosen Magical Branch and fighting against the muggle-born slavery laws, and handling the responsibilities of Deputy Headmistress had left her with very little time for personal relationships.]
[She is firmly seated in the Progressive families of the Wizengamot and has lifted the McGonagall house to the minor Noble status through her contribution to Transfiguration.]
[Status:]
[Lust: 0]
[Morals: 10,000]
[LP needed to dominate her: 5000]
[Requirements!]
[1. Join the Progressive or Neutral Families in the Winzengamot OR Get an O+* on your Transfiguration OWL.]{Collect Reward}
[2. Vote for the bill that takes back the rights of Hogwarts student loan from the governor's hands and back under Hogwarts charter, OR Get an O+* on your Transfiguration NEWT.]{Locked: LP needed- 200}
[3. Ask Minerva to a Dance in the Ministry Yule Ball, OR Unveil the truth about what happened on the night of Voldemort's death.]{Collect Reward}
[4. Grab her ass and tease her during the dance.]{Locked: LP needed- 1000}
[5. Kiss Minerva.]{Locked: LP needed- 2000}
[6. Convince Minerva to give you a hand job.]{Locked: LP needed-3000}
[7. Throatfuck her in her office at Hogwarts]{Locked: LP needed- 4000}
[8. Make her pass out from pleasure during sex.]{Locked: LP needed- 5000}
[9. Fuck her in the Gryffindor Common Room.]{Locked: LP needed- 7500}
[10. Fuck her ass in the Gryffindor Boys or Girls Dormitory.]{Locked: LP needed- 10,000}
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'It's too hard, her conditions are too hard, and it will take me too long to reach a state where I could realistically fulfill these conditions. Should I force it today?' Rigel thought. While he was looking at the conditions, Minerva had calmed down. As soon as she stopped sniffling, Rigel took a step back. His hands were on his shoulders as he looked at her face.
Her makeup was ruined. He wanted to wipe her tears, but that gesture could be taken a little too intimately, so he stuck to his words: "He doesn't blame you, you know. He only blames himself for that night."
Minerva sighed upon hearing his words. She collected herself and stood up. Rigel moved back to give her space as she walked away. For a moment, he was puzzled, but a few moments later, she returned with a bottle and two glasses.
"Are you supposed to endorse students to drink?" Rigel asked as he extended his hands, taking the bottle and glasses from her hands.
'Perfect, a drunken mistake is a great catalyst.'
"You're 18, aren't you?" Minerva shot back. Her drunken personality was a lot more playful than Rigel was expecting. He rolled his eyes at her before placing the glasses on the table. Rigel filled up the glasses, and Minerva picked one up as soon as he was done.
He put the bottle down and picked the other one up. Firewhiskey lived up to its name, the liquid burned through his throat, and Rigel had to use an extensive amount of control not to twitch or give any indication that he was dying, but from Minerva's amused smile, he still failed.
"Feeling better?" Rigel asked as he forced himself to take another sip, but upon seeing her eyes on his glass, he followed her example and downed the glass.
'Gaahhh, who the fuck likes drinking this shit.'
"Uhmhmm..." She smiled as she downed the glass, maintaining eye contact with him the whole time. She picked up the bottle and filled both glasses up again.
"You know I have tried to persuade Ogden several times to tell me the secret to the Firewhiskey. He always dodges my questions, but the one time he slipped up, he told me that he uses dragon blood to temper it. It is supposed to give the user courage." Minerva replied as she downed another half a glass of the alcohol. Rigel forced herself to follow her, trying his hardest not to barf as his head spun a little at the sudden wave of dizziness.
'Damn, that's strong...'
Her hand shook as she put the glass down on the table. As she reached for the bottle again, Rigel intervened and picked it up. He poured her just a quarter of a shot before pulling the bottle away, "That's enough. I know you don't want to feel much right now, but drowning yourself with guilt isn't the right option. You need to try to feel a more positive emotion."
She gave him a critical look seeing his empty glass as she downed what remained of her drink. She leaned down, giving him a perfect view of her magnificent breasts.
'What I wouldn't give to grab her by her tits as I fuck her...' Rigel thought. The thought was so abrupt that it took him a moment to break the trance. He looked at the bottle of drink in his hand in surprise. This was powerful stuff, and his new body apparently was not used to drinking even though he grew up in London.
"And what, pray tell, would be those positive emotions? I blamed someone for something horrible whe—" Minerva was going to go on a rant when Rigel interrupted her by closing the small remaining distance between them. His hand wrapped around the back of her head as he kissed her.
For a brief moment, he panicked. Why had he taken such a sudden leap? Only when he felt her lips move along with him, did he calm down as his brain reset.
'Nonononnono... This was too soon. I'm going to be kicked out.' Rigel thought. He looked at the requirement list from the corner of his eyes and selected the only way he could think he would survive.
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[Minerva Requirement 1 met]
[+1% affinity to Transfiguration]
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"MHmhmmm~" Minerva moaned into his mouth as her hands circled around the back of his neck. The sudden attack of both pleasure and her own intoxication had led to her ignoring her own morality and some fairly basic facts.
Rigel closed his eyes as he leaned forward, his hands wrapping around her waist, and then they began traveling all over her body. Taking advantage of her increased sensitivity, he explored her body as they made out. Minerva's hands were now digging into his hair as she pulled him closer. Her tongue invaded his mouth as she gave into her base instincts.
'This went surprisingly well. At least with this, even if I'm going to get kicked out, I have a way to move forward.' He thought as his hands grabbed onto the straps of her dress as he pulled.
'Might as well blame everything on the drink.'
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AN- I know using alcohol is a cheap trick, but legacies and generations have been built up on this. Plus, I really couldn't find another way for Minerva to want to jump MC's bones so soon; it is all of you guys' fault for choosing this option in the poll. SMUT in the next chapter! And did somebody notice a change?
P.S - 51 Extra chapters on P.atreon!
{Minerva's Office, Hogwarts}
{12th Oct 1991}
{Minerva focused 3rd person POV}
"Mhmmm~" Minerva moaned as she felt strong hands grab onto her waist. The sensations of pleasure that suddenly assaulted her seemed so foreign. It had been so long since she had been touched like this. To feel someone's breath so close. If she had been sober, then maybe she would have felt guilty about this, but right now, she just wanted an escape. An escape from the guilt she was feeling, an escape from the loneliness that encapsulated her very existence.
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She felt it even through the clothes, rubbing against her pelvis, and her body responded in kind. Her lips sucked onto his, and her lace-covered pussy ground against the bulge. A new wave of pleasure rocked through her as she trembled. The haze of pleasure that overtook her senses was easy; it was easy to get lost in it, to forget about her worries and stress.
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Her hands grabbed onto his neck as she felt herself being lifted into the air; his strong hands supported and mauled her ass at the same time as she clung onto him. She could feel him move, and barely a moment passed before she was being laid down once again, with the familiar and comfortable touch of her blanket on her back.
Her legs wrapped around his waist as the grinding continued, and her pleasure continued peaking, reaching familiar boundaries that had not been breached for so long. Her eyes remained closed as he broke the kiss. His lips changed position and were now attached to her neck, his tongue circling around the spot just underneath her ear that sent shivers through her spine.
At the same time, she could feel his muscled back; in the time, while she had been focused on her own pleasure, he had started removing his clothes and hers. Her legs wrapped around his waist once again; even intoxicated, there were some boundaries that she did not want to cross. The action worked against her, though, as the action caused his clothed dick to dig into her melting core.
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The spike of pleasure caused her to black out for a moment, losing herself to welcome a release that never came. Her legs pulled him closer as she felt his lips latch onto her left bosom. His teeth scraped against her very hard nipple, increasing the assault on her already sensitive body.
Her nails scratched his back, her body trembling in anticipation of the impending release as he started to push the bulge against her folds rhythmically. Her ass sunk into her bed repeatedly as the small dance continued. His lips once again returned to claim her lips.
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The wait was getting to her, the promise of the pleasure that the large bulge pressing into her folds every second made her break. Her breathing became labored as her legs stopped clamping onto his ass. Giving him silent permission and a way to move forward. When he didn't get the hint, she proceeded to scratch her nails, digging them deeper into his back, causing him to moan against her mouth.
The sensual make-out session stopped, but she didn't want to open her eyes, to break the illusion that would make her regret doing so. Instead, she waited, hoping he would get the hint, and when she felt her hand grab onto the edge of her thong, she trembled. The puff of cold air was quickly replaced by the feeling of something hot pressing against her.
Her hands readjusted, grabbing onto the back of his head, and pulled his lips back onto hers. As she sucked onto his bottom lip, she could feel him enter her, it was a slow push, with barely the tip entering her, but it was already causing her an unsurpassable amount of pleasure.
"Ahhhh~" She screamed/moaned. Her self-imposed silence was finally broken as she couldn't help herself. This was too much, the amount of pleasure she could feel as slowly her pussy lips were stretched apart.
"Uhhh~" She kept moaning as he continued fucking her, her legs wrapped around his waist once again; from how far he was, a general idea and a sense of anticipation filled her.
'Just how big... is he... or is he using... his metamorphmagus powers?' The broken thought barely had a moment to stay in her mind as the constant and enhanced barrage of pleasure robbed her of her thinking capabilities.
His things collided against her ass as he finally bottomed out. She could feel him, almost filling her completely. That thought didn't even settle down as she felt him swell, stretching her further as the small amount of space that was left in her pussy was erased. The stimulation of the feeling of something battering against her cervix overlapped as he pulled back.
"Mhmmmm~" She moaned as he thrust down. Her entire body molded to his frame as he pressed her against her own bed. One thrust turned to two, and the slow battering of her senses began.
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Minerva didn't know how long they remained entwined with each other, but the next thing she remembered was coming down from her orgasmic high as she felt him swell inside of her before filling her up. She felt tired, and as she slowly started losing consciousness, she opened her eyes to look into her dark orbs.
The feeling of guilt that she was waiting for didn't come even as he leaned down and kissed her. Her lips moved automatically to meet his as she closed her eyes, enjoying the moment as she felt him pull back, still hard as he trusted down once again, sending another wave of pleasure to shock through her.
'Harder,' she begged in her mind as her legs pulled him in, losing herself to the moment.
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AN - The whole chapter is from Minerva's POV. The whole time, she kept her eyes closed to sidestep her guilt as she allowed herself this moment of respite. This chapter was surprisingly difficult to write. Next time I write a teacher, a lot more magic will be involved.
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