Bab 30: Ch 30 - Sugar Mommy ~Heavy Erotic~
With a wicked smile, Pomona leaned in and whispered, "Then take it," before pushing Ciara to her knees.
"Yes, I want to...I so wan----Mewnn!"
Ciara who didn't hesitate, her mouth closing around Pomona's nipple, suckling greedily as the professor's milk filled her mouth.
Gulp! Peumm!
The Mandrakes' cries grew louder, leaves reaching out to caress the two intertwined figures, jealous.
The night grew darker, and the air thick with lust.
"So hungry....here drink from this." Pomona's hand tangled in Ciara's silly hair as she guided her to the next nipple, her hips bucking against the girl's eager mouth.
Tut! "Ow?"
"Be gentle, you are biting me!" She chided her best student, whose pace seems to be going way too smooth.
Ciara's eyes looked apologetic, with her lips sucking her with a vigor as if she couldn't get enough, "Zryyy."
"Merlin...." Her dick hardened at the cute sight buried in her chest.
The jar was forgotten, the only focus on two of them, lost in a world of desire and pleasure.
The Mandrakes watched, their own needs forgotten, as the scene unfolded before them.
They had never seen such an erotic display, and it stirred something within them, a need that only professor and Ciara could satisfy.
As Ciara drank her fill, Pomona reached into her robes and pulled out a small, glowing bottle.
"Now, watch and learn," she said, her voice a seductive purr.
Ciara's lips stopped doing god's work, and she broke apart the connection with Professor's nurturing warmth, a line of saliva could be visible.
She licked it clean.
Pomona began to collect her milk again from her other breast, the droplets landing with a tantalizing 'thap thap' into the bottle or jar (same, just different words)
Each drop was a symphony of pleasure, a testament to the raw connection she shared with earth and its creations.
The Mandrakes' cries grew more urgent, their bodies quivering with need to grow.
"You see, Ciara," Pomona said, her voice a breathy whisper, "it's not just about the milk. It's about the energy and passion we share, if you go further into study of Herbology you will find more. It can't be taught to everyone at Hogwarts, only some personally chosen to access Restricted section who are good in studies get to know about them early."
She leaned closer to a pot, while Ciara gave her enough space to get a clear view, and not hinder the work.
Her breasts brushing against the leaves, and spooned the milk into Mandrake's eager mouth.
The plant's eyes rolled back, and it let out a high-pitched squeal that made Ciara's own body quiver on now actually realising it was exactly what she was just doing, and not a dream.
"Mm, yes," Pomona moaned, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm as she fed the plants one by one.
"You like that, don't you?" she crooned to Mandrakes, her voice a siren's call in the quiet night.
Ciara could see the muscles in Pomona's thighs tighten, her own hand now working between her legs as she watched the erotic dance unfold before her.
"I always wanted to share this with others. So, I told Minerva one day, she was critical at first but later realised my passion for them...." The professor's hand slid down to her clit, rubbing in time with the feeding, her breathing growing ragged with each stroke.
"Ahh, yes," Pomona sighed, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt the warmth of her best student gliding on her thigh, "It feels so nice...after day of work."
"I-I don't know....."
"Look at you," She murmured, her eyes glinting with lust, when noticed Ciara looked guilty again, "You need this. Us women are more demanding, and we have needs that must be completed on regular basis. Don't be ashamed."
Brunette's speed got a little faster after hearing this.
"But I think there's something else you're hungry for, isn't there?"
"Y-yes, Professor." Ciara nodded, unable to hide the need in her gaze, even though she felt the utmost shameless one has ever known.
"Good girl," Pomona purred, her hand sliding down to cup Ciara's breast, who couldn't help but moan a bit meekly on being touched like that, it felt so much different from when a boy did it, "I knew you'd be perfect. 5 points to Hufflepuff."
The professor stepped back and pulled out her cock, thick and hard, from the folds of her robes.
Ciara's eyes widened as she took in the sight, her own hand slipping down to her wetness.
Even though she was surprised to know and see it with her own eyes, it wasn't that much different from other girls.
Two of her friends had them too, in fact every three out of five girls had their own.
"Suck it, Miss Williams," Pomona demanded, her voice a low growl that sent a bolt of lightning through Ciara's core.
Her body shivered in fear.
But she leaned in, her eyes never leaving Pomona's as she took the head of the cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip.
"M-hm....Aoum...."
The taste was unlike anything she had ever experienced, a blend of power and earthiness that made her head spin.
The professor's hands tangled in her hair, guiding her as she took more of the length into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing with each suck.
"Gurk! Gurk!" went Ciara's mouth as she took Pomona's cock, the sound mixing with Mandrakes' cries of joy, unlike the ones that usually made people faint.
Pomona's hand slid down Ciara's body, reaching under her skirt to find her wet, waiting folds. Girl was really working hard.
"You're so eager," she murmured, her voice filled with approval, "But you're going to have to work for it."
She thrust into Ciara's mouth, her hips now moving forward into her direction even more, closing distance.
"..Ooh…Umphh!" Hufflepuff moaned, vibrations sending shudders down Pomona's cock.
The greenhouse was a whirlwind of erotic noises: the slurps and smacks of Ciara's mouth on Pomona's cock, the wetness of her milk still on her body, and now it's gotten more enhanced with earthly and must scent of her pubics.
Ciara felt her orgasm building, her body tightening as she worked the professor's cock with her mouth.
"Gork! Fork!"
Finally, Pomona pulled away, her breathing ragged.
"On the table!" she barked, pointing to the nearby workspace.
Ciara obeyed, her jaw a little in pain, her legs wobbly doing so much work at once.
She sat back, her eyes never leaving Pomona's as the professor approached, her cock glistening with girl's saliva.
Grabbing her hair, pulling her face down roughly.
The first thrust into her mouth was brutal, taking Ciara by surprise, but she quickly adjusted, her body arching to meet Pomona's.
"You have been sleeping around, haven't you?" Pomona hissed, her eyes blazing with dominance. She knew the moment she didn't feel anything while injecting using such force.
Ciara could only nod meekly, her mouth too busy with the professor's cock to form words, she had indeed been playing around with boys, trying to find someone who founds her attractive, even forcing herself to go deep into her mouth.
The sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin filled the air as Pomona pounded into her mouth like a vagina, her organ thick and unyielding.
Ciara's own juices mingled with drops of milk still falling down from her breasts, making everything slick and hot.
She tried to clutch onto Professor's thighs.
"Tell me you're a slut," Pomona demanded, her voice low, she had already enchanted Greenhouse before Ciara came to hinder the noise from going out and locking door.
"Hmmm." Ciara moaned around the cock in her mouth, her eyes glazed with lust, vision going blurry.
"Say it," Pomona insisted, her hand tightening in Ciara's hair, which made her a little screech.
"I'm a vut," Ciara finally managed to murmur, the words sending a thrill through her body.
"Good girl," the professor praised, her thrusts growing more erratic, "Helga's Grace! Now tell me you want more points."
"Mmph, I nant more," Ciara mumbled, her voice muffled.
The professor's hand slammed down on her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.
"I zant to fil you nill me up," she begged, her back arching downwards to meet each punishing thrust.
"That's it, Miss Williams," Pomona groaned, her hand moving to Ciara's throat.
She squeezed gently, the pressure increasing with each moan that escaped the girl's lips, she seemed to be out of breath.
The sounds of their passion grew louder.
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