Chapitre 29: Ch 29 - Feeding Professor Sprout's Milk ~Heavy Kinky~
"I am sorry, Pomona. If the child's statements brought some bad memories....."
"It's alright, she's a mother of two kids now, oldest will be attending Hogwarts next year...I have accepted the fact, it wasn't meant to be. Just like my husband."
That night, Pomona was quite sad even though she behaved very strongly in front of McGonagall, her best friend.
Class with Mandrakes didn't help either, and it caused Pomona to fall into her reminiscence of years back when she found love again after her husband died of Cholera.
She was quite young back then.
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"Professor Sprout, I can't seem to get this Mandrake to settle down," a young voice echoed through the quiet corridors of greenhouse.
It was late, and the only light came from soft glow of the moon filtering through glass.
Pomona Sprout, the Herbology professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was already inside, her hands buried deep in the soil of a particularly large plant.
She straightened up, her eyes reflecting moon's glow as she turned to the best student she had after so many years being Head of Hufflepuff.
Pomona gets many looks from people visiting Hogsmeade, her peers reminding her that she is still very young and should think about getting re-married.
"Ah, Ciara," she said with a knowing smile, "I see you've found the more... spirited ones. They do require a gentle touch."
Ciara Williams was a seventh-year student, her age twenty, known for her curiosity and her unshakeable spirit, but even she looked a bit out of her depth.
She held a spoon in one hand and a jar in the other, her eyes fixed on the professor as she approached.
"Let me show you how it's done," Pomona offered, taking the spoon and jar from Ciara's trembling hands.
Putting the jar aside for now, the professor lifted her robes, revealing her full breasts that were heavy with milk.
Ciara's eyes widened at the sight, feeling a strange warmth spread through her body.
Pomona leaned over the pot of Mandrakes, her breasts swaying slightly as she began to gently squeeze her nipples.
A droplet of white fluid formed and she caught it with the spoon before it fell, then she brought it to her mouth and whispered an incantation.
The droplet grew into a small stream, filling the spoon.
She leaned closer to the first Mandrake, its tiny mouth agape, and let the milk fall into it.
The plant's leaves shivered with delight, and it let out a low, guttural moan.
"You see, dear, it's all about communication," Pomona said in a sultry voice that's unlike her usual kind one she uses during class in front of other students.
Her eyes never leaving Ciara's.
"They're sensitive creatures with intelligence, and they respond to our magical energy. You must have learnt about our cores right? Now, watch." She continued to collect her milk, her movements becoming more deliberate and seductive.
"Barrrr!!"
Each time she fed a Mandrake, it would react with pleasure, sending a thrill through her body.
Ciara couldn't help but be drawn in, her own hand slipping under her skirt to touch herself as she watched the erotic dance of her favourite professor and plant.
The greenhouse was filled with the sound of Pomona's soft moans and the Mandrakes' growing cries of pleasure.
She moved from one pot to the next, her breasts bobbing with each step, the jar slowly filling with her sweet nectar for her to do it later.
Ciara's breath grew ragged as she watched, her own hand moving faster between her legs.
She felt a strange mix of arousal and confusion, but she couldn't look away.
The scene was too mesmerizing, too taboo to ignore.
As the last Mandrake was fed, Pomona turned to Ciara, her eyes now completely dark with desire.
"You seem to have enjoyed the show," she said, her voice thick with lust.
Ciara nodded, unable to form any meaningful words after seeing this kind of act, she was actually a bit afraid.
"Why don't you come closer?" the professor beckoned, her hand reaching out to the girl.
Ciara took a tentative step forward, her eyes locked onto the jar of milk that glowed with a faint magical light.
"Would you like to help me with the next part?" Pomona asked, her hand slipping down to cup Ciara's cheek.
The girl nodded again, her pulse racing.
Pomona took Ciara's hand and guided it to her breast, showing her how to squeeze gently to extract the milk.
As Ciara did so, the professor leaned in, her breath hot against the girl's ear.
"You know, my dear, this isn't just about the Mandrakes. It's about connecting with nature in every way," she murmured, her other hand sliding down to the student's waist, pulling her closer.
Ciara's breath hitched as she felt the professor's hardness press against her leg.
She knew now she was in for an evening that was far from ordinary.
The professor's hand slid further down Ciara's body, reaching under her shirt to cup her breast.
Ciara gasped, her nipples pebbling against the professor's palm.
"Let me show you," Pomona said, her voice a low growl, she was deprived of her needs even during her marriage, husband just couldn't seem to get it up for her.
It made Pomona Sprout feel extremely self-conscious, and when she tried to ask from Madam Rosmerta, her only reply was that it's not a problem for her.
That made her marital relationship go even more estranged, only to be later dead of Cholera.
But now, she led Ciara to a secluded corner of the greenhouse, the soft light playing over their bodies as they moved.
The jar of milk was forgotten for a moment as the two of them kissed, tongues tangling as they explored each other's mouths.
Pomona's hand moved down to Ciara's skirt, pulling it aside to reveal the damp fabric of her underwear.
She traced a line down the girl's thigh, her touch light and teasing.
Ciara's legs trembled, her eyes never leaving the professor's, she was a beautiful girl no doubt, but boys just didn't seem to be interested in her.
The ones who were, not upto level of finding a partner with. She felt she could do better.
"You're so beautiful," Pomona whispered, her breath hot against Ciara's skin.
"I-I am...?" She even seemed to be doubting herself, this made Pomona feel strangely angry.
"And so ripe for the taking." With a flick of her wand, the underwear was gone, leaving Ciara bare and exposed.
The professor knelt down, her eyes glinting as she took in the sight of the young witch's glistening sex.
"Now, let me give you a taste of what it's like to truly be connected to nature," she said, her tongue darting out to lick a slow path up Ciara's slit.
"Fuck!" Ciara's moans filled the air as Pomona feasted on her, her own arousal growing with every passing second.
The scent of the plants, sounds of Mandrakes in background, and taste of Ciara's sweetness all melded into an intoxicating cocktail that had the professor's blood racing.
She stood up, her eyes glazed with lust, and pulled Ciara closer.
"You're going to feed them now," she said, her voice a command.
Ciara nodded, her cheeks flushed with desire.
The professor took Ciara's hand and placed it back on her own breast, guiding her to squeeze the milk into the spoon.
Each time a drop fell, Ciara's body jerked with pleasure, her own orgasm building.
Pomona watched with a hungry gaze as the student fed Mandrakes, their cries growing more insistent as they drank their fill.
The jar was almost empty when Ciara looked up, her eyes pleading.
"Please, Professor," she begged, "I need more....They are hungry."
Pomona chuckled, her eyes sparkling. "More of what, my dear?"
"More of you," Ciara gasped, her hand still on the professor's breast.
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Author's Note
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