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Sansa let herself close her eyes. The steam rose around her, making her cheeks rosy due to the humid ambient in the prefect's bathroom. She had been looking forward to this date with herself since the beginning of the month, and after long hours of working, she finally found the time to relax. The bubbles in the bath surrounded her, allowing her mind to drift.
Somehow, the thought of leaving her career behind and just staying between these walls sounds very enticing. The steam was heavy, swifting with a hefty sweet essence she was not familiar with.
It had been a very intense week of studying for finals exams; it felt like Professor Targaryen was never going to let them find a moment of peace after studying all year.
The girl took advantage of the opportunity to stretch as much as she could, extending and flexing her body until the last drop of steam moistened her muscles and soothed every ache and pain. Her eyelids relaxed, and soon she could feel everything around her returning to calming peace.
With gentle movements, she applied the different ointments and perfumes at her disposal, a range of essences from sweet lavender to the freshest lemon. The water turned pink around her, with millions of bubbles cradling her slender body, as if she had always belonged there. She didn't remember using this soap before, but she liked the way it smelled, and it calmed her. After so much stress and work, it was comforting to feel so free. A distraction amid so much madness.
Her mind drifted to Daenerys again, to the round of her hips and the deep red that always adorned her lips… She felt her body shiver in an instinctive reaction as a warmth spread from her crotch. The red girl lowered her dominant hand and started massaging her mound in slow motions. More often than she would like to admit envied the woman, the way her body was so outstanding and voluptuous, her lips kissable and inviting, and the way her ass looked in every pencil skirt she wore to Transformation class only made Sansa crazier. Power, everything around Professor Targaryen exuded sexual power, and after so many months locked away in this castle, Sansa longed to satisfy her need for something more.
She brought her fingers to her mouth, tasting her arousal as her other hand took over in her efforts. Her chest heaved, the pink flush of her skin deepened as she continued her exertion in complete focus, rogue moans drifting through the chamber as she reached deeper in her desires. Sansa imagined the sultry professor was with her, encouraging her to cum for her, calling her good girl over and over as she cried with pleasure. She wished she had a more daring streak like her sister Arya, but not something so violent; only more confident in facing her inner desires.
After going to sleep that night, her mind drifted away again into that fantasy.
The ancient stone corridors of Hogwarts lay still and quiet, bathed in the silvery glow of moonlight filtering through the high, arched windows. The usual bustle of the castle was hushed, with only the soft rustling of tapestries and the distant hoot of an owl breaking the silence. Navigating the labyrinthine passages of Hogwarts was second nature by now, each twist and turn etched into their memory from years of exploring the castle's
Sansa sorted through the halls, avoiding the occasional wandering ghost until she finally arrived at the arch of the forbidden library entrance. She had been reading thousands of books looking for a way to sate the need she felt, but it was useless. She needed to find a bolder solution.
Her eyes hurt from staying so many hours awake when the first ray of sunshine outside the tall window appeared. Nothing, she had accomplished nothing, not even a simple transfiguration hex that could lead her to the final solution she sought. Disappointed, she left the room and gave up. There were barely two hours before her first class, and she was already going to be late.
The day passed extremely slowly. Her sleep-addled mind prevented her from doing anything productive except for constantly reminding her of the imminent arrival of the exams and how badly she had prepared for them. Suddenly, being alone in Hogwarts for Christmas didn’t sound so bad; in the end, she could not return home after the death of her family.
After class, she found herself back in the prefect's bathroom, lathering her body with the aromatic oils and diving again into her current daydream fantasy. She spread the soap all over her body, the warm feeling returning as it engulfed her, pressing the most sensitive parts of her. Her right hand didn’t hesitate, diving expertly to the pearl hidden between her lower lips as her left teased her soft, milky breast. The heat was soon unbearable, encouraging her to chase the release that somehow always eluded her. It was weird how, in the darkness and privacy of her quarters, the girl was an expert on understanding how to find her pleasure, always resorting to it when she most needed it at times of high pressure during exams. Still, for some reason, inside the prefect’s bathroom, all of those rules were different.
The sweet high found her then, a soft moan escaping her supple lips as she felt her mind go numb. It was too soon when she felt the hunger again, always lurking close to her, never far but never within her reach. It all materialized in her thoughts about the sultry professor, the way Sansa envied how big her breasts were and how they jiggled with every step she took when she explained a new hex, strolling from one side of the classroom to the other. Sansa sighed, biting her lower lip, Daenerys' childbearing hips were a sensual fantasy made flesh.
A thought came to her mind then, a strange enchantment she had discovered in the forbidden part of the library once. She had found it odd at once, a spell a young, naive girl like her shouldn’t know. It was the hunger that pushed her to consider such a strange idea, a way to enhance that need.
The spell words were softly whispered, accompanying soft moans as the girl redoubled her efforts at her own pleasure.
She propped herself up, finding the best angle against the closest of the water jets, its mouth directed directly to her hidden, reddened nub. She pictured in her mind a fleshy pillar, the center of all men’s attention, a big, sensitive cock used to sate the most primal urges and seeds.
The rest was simple; the hard rod was in her mind, growing erect from her lower folds, molding and transforming into a new, different organ. Sansa always wondered how it would feel to dominate her partner, to be the one taking instead of giving.
Her own sexual partners had been very poor experiences at best; most of the time, the boys didn’t know how to handle her, what kind of buttons to press, or how to suck and the intensity she needed.
The atmosphere around her shifted as an alien mist invaded the room, enveloping Sansa’s body, tracing delicately each of her curves. Something inside her wanted to burst, different from her previous release; it was latent but persistent, taking shape as the last part of her spell left her lips.
Sansa’s body arched, her nipples hard, facing the cold as something within her chest grew heavier, filling her, driving its force down to the messy juices below her waist, and she finally felt it with a pained moan. The sensation was too overwhelming, making her stumble down and land safely in the bath's waters.
The girl curled up into a ball as the transformation took over. The flesh erupted from her clit, veins and tissue quickly aligning between her legs into a growing appendage, expanding and gorging into a fat cylindrical shape, its bulbous head splitting into a hole where juices erupted. Sansa gripped it as it grew on instinct. It started small, three inches, then five, seven… she was too overwhelmed to keep looking, closing her eyes quickly to feel how the hard appendage kept growing in her hold. It was heavy, as were the two sprouting balls hanging below.
Her tongue spread from her agape mouth, giving an experimental pump, both of her hands tracing sensitive veins all along her length as she used the rest of the aromatic soap as lubrication. A bead of sweat formed on her forehead; she could feel it building, her new organs throbbing as wave after wave of pleasure filled her. Heat erupted, cum bursting from her, spaying all over her stomach, coating the lower base of her breasts, and settling at the bottom of the base.
It became a ritual. To go to the bathrooms after class and play with her new appendage. She was not able to get rid of it despite how many times Sansa tried (to be honest, she didn’t put to much effort), it was exactly what she had been longing for. A way to expand herself, to try different ways to know what she found pleasurable. The cock had grown, enlarging to ten inches when aroused, causing the odd, strange look when he couldn't help getting aroused during Daenerys’ class.
The boner could only be appreciated if someone looked closely, but Sansa made sure she was always out of sight in the darkest corner of the class. It wasn’t until one morning, during their final semester theory exam. She was the last person to finish answering the questions, dragging the time until she was unwittingly alone with only the sultry professor.
Daenerys approached her, taking the exam from her hands when the time was up, but Sansa was too busy to care, her eyes unintentionally landing on the large swelling tits threatening to pop off the professor’s shirt.
“Now now, if that is what I think it is you shouldn’t have to work that hard to earn an A Miss Stark.” Far from asking for an explanation for the strange bulge under her robe, the teacher laughed. She was laughing.
“Come with me.”
Dumbfounded, Sansa followed her to the adjoining office, the place was decorated with lush carpets and elegant sculptures, a smell of incense filling the atmosphere. It was dark except for a few gothic red lanterns adorning the place. Daenerys led her to a plush settee in front of a tea table where a kettle was brewing.
“You play a dangerous game, young Sansa.” She said, joining her closer, the waft of her floral perfume invaded the Stark's senses as she leaned closer. Sansa tried to escape, but the Targaryen’s arms stopped her, her lips finding the pale, sensitive skin of her neck. “Let me see what you have down there and if it’s satisfactory to me, I will let you pass with honors, is that a deal, little wolf?” Her hands found her throbbing hardness and began massaging it. Her predator stare made Sansa shiver. The redhead nodded, unable to form any coherent words at the state she was in.
“How did you know?” She wanted to scream, but soon her mind was silenced.
Something was different; she felt herself lighter and a bit groggy. Entranced as the teacher unbuttoned her tunic and urged her to relax. Everything was fine, she thought. A warm liquid filled her mouth, which must be the tea, she thought helplessly, but it was quickly followed by a wet muscle enticing her to open widely, melting into the intrusive kiss.
“That’s it let yourself go. You’ve always been so fucking beautiful Sansa.”
Daenerys pulled away, smugly staring at the putty Stark beneath her as she discarded her shirt and pencil skirt. She then slowly pulled the straps of her bra over her shoulder and down her arms to release her massive melons, which bounce and jiggle over and over again before finally coming to rest, exposing her godlike body that could rival Aphrodite herself. She was a siren.
“You look so adorable.” Sansa followed her, taking out her clothes frantically as they both fused once again in a passionate dance. Sansa felt the teacher bite her lower lip as she pressed her center to her unmissable boner threatening to pierce a hole through her panties.
“I know you’ve been wanting to fuck me since the beginning of the semester, Sansa. You are not as subtle as you think. All those burning looks as if you wanted to undress me, well, here I am doing it willingly for you.”
Then her face is so close, a swift hand lowers down the last barrier between the teacher’s plushy lips and Sansa’s aching, throbbing cock. The powerful rod sprouts forward, slamming with a squelch against Daenery’s cheek. Her eyes darkened then, before greedily attacking the imposingly large tip, wrapping her soft lips around the top of it.
“Good fucking lord... Hmph!” Sansa groaned, her new nerve endings overwhelmed. It was better than she had expected, more heightened than the way she chased her release with her fingers.
“So fat and musky, you did a fantastic job my little wolf. Not so little after all.”
Heavy pleasure-jolts blasting through Sansa’s body, easily pushing pumps of precum out of her hardness. Daenerys was relentless, sucking and slurping as she took her time playing with the redhead’s cock. The sounds were so obscene, heaps of saliva were making her mouth squelch, hungry eyes gazing up at the Stark with dark need. It was something out of the most perverted fantasy. Sansa caressed the woman’s blonde platinum hair, gripping it tighter when she felt another jolt of pleasure go down her spine. Something within the Stark awakened then, and she stood up, her hips thrusting forward to get her length deeper and deeper into the older witch’s throat.
Daenerys grunts on the cock, her tongue coiling expertly to tease the sensitive glans before diving forward again with the momentum of Sansa’s hips. The musk smell was heavy, and soon there was a puddle of saliva and precum on the extravagant carpet below the professor’s knees.
Sansa thought she had died and gone to heaven. She was loving the way the woman took her completely, her whole fat and heavy ten inches of cock. Her hot, slurping throat-pussy, feels ridiculously tight and inviting. A primal instinct took over her, sending her hips thrusting forward with a new vigor, its tip touching the resistance barrier of the woman’s throat. You held her there, preventing with your strength her movements, choking nicely on the fat cock as thick pumps of precum spurted straight into Daenery’s throat.
The rules of the game were shifting. Her hips began pounding the witch’s mouth with force, heat building stronger inside of Sansa. Her cock had a mind of its own, chasing, slamming, throbbing with need. It almost hurt.
Heavy balls pulsate and churn as the climax erupts, squeezing hard as they send a massive pump of semen rushing the redhead’s shaft. The room being filled with obscene sounds swas ilenced, replaced by the teacher’s gurgling and gagging with greedy gulps as heavy mouthfuls of hot, delicious cum pour down Daenery’s chin.
The way the cum poured was excessive; her production of semen had increased exponentially since her last experiment, and now she was a victim of being paralysed by the pleasure jolting through her body as every wave sending a powerful blast of cum down her teacher’s throat shook her.
“So thick and creamy.” The professor finally said, looking deep in bliss, pulling a slightly dazed expression of pleasure, breathing deeply as she tried to recompose herself. But Sansa was not finished, she was still over the moon, her cock pouring rope after rope of warm cum all over Daenery’s face, slathering her cleavage, and getting her creamed all over her body.
The blonde gasps desperately, hooded eyes awakening with hunger as she stands up and straddles the spent student on the sofa. One hand tracing her face, taking into the last detail of the redhead.
“I’m not finished with you little wolf.” She whispered before everything turned black.