A room with a view

Your head is still spinning as you and Professor Dove make your way to your dormitory. She had said that she would review your class schedule with you. However, she seems content to just walk in silence for the time being… no doubt sensing you wouldn’t be able to focus very well in your current state. She is definitely very perceptive, seemingly able to see right through you.

You replay the events at orientation in your mind, trying to make some sense of what happened. Just what in the hell did happen anyway? For some reason, Professor Schwartz was not able to get a reading on your magical potential. Then, the headmaster tested you by hurling a fucking fireball at you.

For your part, you somehow miraculously managed to not piss your pants. terrified, all you could do was freeze and wait for the end. All you felt was fear.

“…Is that really all you felt…?”, you hear. The voice is feminine, and eerily disembodied, sounding like it was carried on the wind from a great distance… yet being projected directly into your mind.

Startled, you stop in your tracks. Professor Dove turns to look at you, one eyebrow raised inquisitively.

“Did you say something?”, you ask.

“No…”, she responds, cocking her head and furrowing her brow.

“…It wasn’t her…”, the voice says with a sing song tone and a giggle. It comes through a bit more clearly this time.

“…Who are you…?”, you ask in your mind, not sure if whoever it is talking to you will hear you… not really sure if you even truly heard the voice.

“…Oh! You can finally hear me? I’ve only been shouting at you from the moment I woke up… six fucking months ago…!”, she exclaims sarcastically… definitely female…

Though the voice still has that airy disembodied quality, it is very clear now… and very loud. You feel a spike of pain in your head and flinch.

Professor Dove steps toward you, concern in her beautiful face.

“Are you ok?”, she asks.

You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment. When the pain passes, after about ten seconds, you open your eyes and look at the professor.

“Yeah… just a headache.”, you answer finally, forcing a smile.

“…Sorry…”, the voice chimes in apologetically. Mercifully, it is much softer now. “…I’m just so used to yelling at the top of my lungs trying to get your attention…”.

“…It’s ok…”, you answer inwardly, “…but who are you…?”

“…Well… that’s sort of complicated… and I don’t think now is the best time… We’ll talk later when your attention isn’t so divided…”

“…Yeah, good idea… but how do I reach you…? Where will you be…?”

“…I’ll be here… I’ll always be here…”, she replies sweetly. You can’t help but feel relief at these words. “…Pay close attention to your body…”

You try to do as instructed, and you feel a strangely familiar, yet foreign sensation. It’s like every fiber of your being is being enveloped in a warm embrace.

“…You feel it, don’t you…? That’s me…”, she says, somewhat sensually. “…I’m always here… Just feel me…”, she finishes, her tone growing more suggestive. You can’t help but to become slightly aroused.

In the few moments it takes for this inner dialogue, Professor Dove looks at you, apparently weighing your previous statement to her. Some of the concern fades from her face and she smiles.

“We are almost there now. You will have time to rest before dinner.”

She gently cups your cheek in her soft hand and looks into your eyes. You can’t keep from blushing from her attention. Her expression is now that of understanding.

“You have certainly had a trying day. I can only imagine what must be going through your mind. All I can say is please be patient. This is a new life for you. I promise you will begin to understand more and feel more at ease.”

Her words and her touch cut through the turmoil you had been experiencing and you do feel a little better. You give Professor Dove an appreciative smile, which she returns.

“Shall we continue?”, she asks. You nod, and you both go along your way.

From there, it is only a short walk to Chimera house.

You make a turn that appears to be a dead end. However, the wall you now face is decorated with an elaborate mural depicting a lone mage facing off against a terrible three headed hound, a brilliant flaming phoenix, a majestic winged stallion, and a fearsome bi-pedal dragon.

The images are so detailed, the colors so vivid, you feel as though they could come to life at any moment.

“Here we are.”, Professor Dove says brightly.

You look at her quizzically, and she simply returns your look with a smile.

“Pay close attention dear.”, she says.

She approaches the wall, clears her throat and recites a parable loudly and clearly.

“One man, along his journey of yore, encountered mythical beasts four. Each he battled a day and a night… each he bested through cunning or through might. Their power he gained, though 'twas not what he sought... combined them he did, and still others he taught. The tale of a man, and the deeds he had done... gaining four powers, and turning them to one."

As she finishes the parable, a wonderous sight befalls your eyes. The mural actually comes to life.

The four beasts start to move about the mural, charging the lone wizard. The mage raises his staff, and the four monsters fuse into what you recognize as the emblem on your pin. Then, the wall splits down the middle and begins to slide apart, opening a doorway to enter.

Professor Dove turns and regards you with a warm smile and says, "Welcome home dear."

With that, she leads you into Chimera house.

The first room you enter is a large and ornate foyer. Beautiful tapestries adorn every inch of wall space conceivable. A large crystalline chandelier hangs from the ceiling. Each of the hundreds of small crystals that make up the chandelier emit an ethereal luminescence that bathes the foyer in dazzling hues.

Professor Dove leads you through the foyer into a large and comfortable sitting room. There is a large fireplace set into the back wall which currently has a roaring fire in it. There are very comfortable looking love seats and chairs scattered about the sitting room. Along the left wall, there is a kitchen and bar area, and to the right lies an opening to another corridor.

This is where Professor Dove now leads you. You don't go far into the corridor, stopping at the first door on the right.

"This is your room dear.", the professor says, handing you a key. "This unlocks your door, as well as the chest inside."

You take the small iron key and thank the professor. You slide the key into the lock of your door and turn the knob.

Entering the bedroom, your first impression is that you are in the wrong place. The bedroom is huge, and lavishly furnished.

A single king-sized bed is the centerpiece of the room. It is dressed in fine periwinkle blue beddings and matching curtains.

There is a very comfortable looking couch and matching wingback chairs on the left side of the room.

Along the back wall rests a very large bookshelf that, while it is empty, looks very lovely.

Finally, to the right of the room, there is a large desk with another very comfortable looking chair. It faces a large window that provides you with a view of the campus that is somehow even more magnificent than the view from the cafeteria.

You turn to Professor Dove, awestruck. "This must be some kind of mistake... this cannot possibly be my room...", you manage.

She smiles broadly and chuckles, "No mistake. This is your room from now on. Each member of Chimera house has their own room similar to this one."

You are left speechless.

She steps closer to you, once again taking your chin in her hand, locking your eyes to hers. Again, this simple gesture is enough to cause a stirring in your loins.

"Listen to me...", she begins, "Before you start prattling on about how you don't deserve such treatment, stop. It's not about being deserving. It's just your fortune to have been sorted into this house. There is something special about you... and even though you likely don't believe it, you proved that during orientation today."

You begin to open your mouth to speak, but she places a finger to your lips, cutting you off.

"I know you probably are not even aware of what exactly happened today... but that will be made clear soon enough. As I said earlier, please be patient... and in the meantime, try to relax and enjoy yourself."

Knowing there is no use in trying to argue... not that you have a point to argue anyway, you resign yourself and simply nod your acceptance.

"That's better", she says with a satisfied smile. "Now, I'm sure you are tired after the day you have had. There is still about an hour before dinner. Feel free to take this time to relax as you see fit. My room is just across the hall from you. If you ever need anything, do not hesitate to knock on my door."

She then does something you do not expect in the least. She steps into you and wraps you into an embrace. Her body is warm, and you feel every curve pressing firmly into your body.

Her hair smells of lilac. Her embrace sends your blood churning south. In truth, you wanted nothing more than to hug this woman when she was calming you on the walk here. So, you wrap your arms around her waist and return the embrace.

You feel your prick poke into her pelvis, and she simply holds you tighter.

"I figured you might need one of these before the day was out. No doubt it has been an emotionally trying affair."

You simply nod.

Then, she brings her lips to your ear, her sultry voice made even more alluring in the low tone and with her breath brushing past your lobe.

"Before I go, is there anything else you want? I will be happy to do what I can to help you relax and ease into life here...", with this, she flicks her tongue against your ear, sending a shiver of pleasure through you.

"Actually...", you begin, swallowing hard. "There is something I think that might help..."

"What?"

"Sit on my face...?" you ask, mustering every ounce of your courage.

She pulls away from you slightly, enough to look you in your eyes.

"Well...", she begins with a smirk, "You are progressing a bit faster than I anticipated."

She regards you for a moment, then says, "What the hell? I don't have anything else to do before dinner... Should be fun"

With that, she lightly pushes you toward the bed until you finally collapse onto it.

This time, there is no mistaking the provocative strip tease she performs for you.

First, she slowly sheds her robes, revealing the same white blouse and black leggings from before.

You sit up on the bed, propping yourself up onto your elbows to watch this perfect woman undress before you.

She slowly begins unbuttoning her blouse. Button by button, her brown eyes fixed on your own.

Finally, the last button is undone and she very slowly opens her blouse to expose her large and beautiful breasts.

They are glorious. Big and perky, with little pink nipples. You think to yourself that it should be a crime to keep tits like that covered up.

But as nice as they are, there is still so much more to see.

She begins to run her thumbs under the waistband of her leggings, swaying her hips as she does so.

Torturously slow, she begins to peel the tight spandex from herself. Just as the waistband reaches the top of her pubic area, giving you a very brief glance at a neatly trimmed patch, she begins to turn so you can get a look at her ass.

Slowly... slowly... she lowers her leggings, bending at the waist and poking her butt out as she does.

At last, the spandex has completely been removed from her lower body and to your delight, she is not wearing any panties. There it is, her beautiful ass, even more perfect than her tits.

Now freed from the confines of her clothing, she turns to you again and slowly and seductively approaches you.

"Shall I now take my seat?", she asks, her voice dripping with lust.

"Yes...", is all you manage.

"Very well, lay back and I shall take my seat..."

You lay back, and moments later, she is crawling up your body.

Inch by inch, she climbs until she is once again eye to eye with you. She is grinning wildly now.

"I hope you enjoy the view...", she says before she spins around and begins inching backward toward you.

You look and see her gorgeous ass slowly getting closer and closer to your face. You can see her pretty pink pussy. It is already very moist. You also see her wonderful little pucker. It flexes with each movement backwards.

Now you truly feel as though you have died and gone to heaven.

Finally, her ass is right in your face. You can smell her wet slit, and it forces the remainder of your blood to bum rush your cock.

"I know that it is a wonderful sight back there... but are you just going to stare at it?", she asks teasingly, wiggling her ass in your face.

Taking the prompt, you thank whatever god made this moment possible and proceed.

first, you delicately trace your tongue along the outer folds of her slit. You feel her tremble on top of you as you do this.

"Heeeey... seems like you have a good idea on how to do this already...", she coos.

Taking the encouragement, you continue lightly running your tongue up and down her wet folds, occasionally reaching her clit and teasing it briefly.

She moans loudly at this and you feel her press her ass further into your face.

With this, you finally give in, unable to hold back any more. You grip her beautiful ass cheeks in your hands and plunge your tongue deep into her dripping pussy.

You probe around her sopping hole with your tongue, listening to her moans and paying attention to the clenching of her muscles to gauge where and how to lick.

She soon begins rocking her hips back and forth, humping your tongue. She is moaning more now, and the moans are increasing in pitch. You think she is near her climax.

With your tongue still buried deep inside of her, you begin to firmly massage her clit with your thumb.

It is only a matter of moments after doing this that her body seizes and she lets out a loud yell as her womanly juices gush forth from her pussy, directly into your mouth.

You lap at her flowing fountain greedily, savoring the taste of her musk. It is infinitely better than you ever imagined it would be.

After a few moments, her orgasm subsides. She remains on top of you, panting heavily. You continue licking around her folds, claiming any liquid that escaped your mouth in the initial onslaught.

Then, you feel her pawing at your belt and zipper. Seemingly in one fluid motion, she has undone your pants completely and pulled out your throbbing dick.

Without any warning, she devours your cock, taking it in it's entirety on the first go.

You let out your own moan of pleasure as she holds your entire prick in her throat, swirling her tongue around.

If she keeps this up, it won't be long before you blow. You figure getting back to work yourself will provide enough distraction to prolong the inevitable... and you would rather not have her leave without at least one more orgasm, and honestly would prefer keeping the score even. As though sensing your thought,, she begins grinding her ass into your face again.

You eagerly oblige and resume your licking.

As you continue, she finally begins to slowly remove your cock from her throat, being sure to drag her warm and soft tongue along it as she does. She does not completely take it out of her mouth, but stops just at the head and sucks slowly and methodically there. Meanwhile, one hand is stroking the base of your shaft while the other is gently massaging your balls.'

This woman definitely knows what she is doing.

For your part, you are not slouching at your task. The vibration of her moans adding to the pleasure of her blow job.

She is becoming more frantic in her gyrations. Sensing she is approaching her second climax, you change tack. You slowly run your tongue up her slit and begin lightly tickling her taint.

This elicits a gasp from her and she plunges down on your cock, sucking it now with intent.

At this, you finish the trek and bring your tongue to her beautiful asshole. You lightly tickle around the small pucker for a few moments, causing her to speed up her sucking and moaning. The blowjob is now becoming very wet and sloppy... absolutely wonderful.

Finally, you plunge your tongue as far into her ass as it will allow. The taste of her hole is amazing.

She clenches, her orgasm imminent. Your own not far off, you squeeze her ass cheeks tightly.

Then, just before your impending blowout, inspiration strikes.

You take a hand from one of her cheeks and bring it back, hard.

This does it. Her scream, though muffled by your cock is loud, and you feel her squirt an even larger volume of cum this time. You quickly adjust your position to catch as much of her fluid as you can, all the while, her scream sending shockwaves through your cock... you explode into her throat.

You can feel every time she swallows, the contractions of her tongue and throat muscles squeezing your cock, milking every drop from you.

This moment seems to stretch out forever, and you idly think you wouldn't mind staying like this forever.

However, the blessed moment inevitably passes.

Professor Dove, her thighs quivering from the strain, slowly disengages and climbs off of you. She turns around and crawls back up to once again look into your eyes, a pleased grin gracing her face.

"That was absolutely wonderful dear. Thank you for that... and for the pre-dinner snack...", she licks her lips dramatically and winks.

You just laugh out loud.

"Now, that we are both relaxed... if there is nothing else, I should be going. I still have work to do. We can go over your class schedule after dinner."

You agree and thank her for everything before she goes.

You lie there in your new bed, basking in the afterglow, and the remanents of a job well done.