A sorting... of sorts.

Looking into the doorway, you are amazed to find that you cannot see anything on the other side. Before you is what seems to be a curtain of lightly glowing energy, almost turquoise in color. steeling your nerves, you take a breath and step across the threshold.

As you walk through the doorway, you feel a slight tingle for a brief moment and then find yourself in an office.

Directly in front of you is a large wooden desk, looking to be quite old, but in very good condition. There is a large wingback chair behind the desk, it's upholstery faded and worn, but still looking to be of high quality. In front of the desk are two smaller wingback chairs of lesser quality, but still appear to be rather comfortable. On either side of the room are a couple of large bookcases which contain various tomes and grimoires, which also seem to be quite old.

"Please come in and have a seat.", Professor Dove says, gesturing to one of the wingback chairs.

You do as instructed and take a seat, studying the office.

"It's quite cozy here, is it not?", the professor asks, noting your scrutiny. "I certainly don't consider myself to be a workaholic or anything like that, but this office is one of my favorite places here."

Professor Dove has a fond smile on her face as she speaks. The playfulness from moments before has dropped from her voice, yet she still speaks with a somewhat breathy, sultry voice. You figure that is indeed likely her normal tone, and still can't help but to be stirred by it.

"It is quite comfortable here Professor.", you agree finally.

"Speaking of comfortable...", she picks up, "... would you mind terribly if I made myself more comfortable? It's been a long morning, and these robes are getting rather stuffy..."

Your face begins to burn once again as you shake your head, "No, not at all. By all means."

The professor gives you a grateful smile, turns and approaches a coat rack that rests in the corner next to a row of filing cabinets along the far wall.

You watch as she opens her robes and begins to shed the cumbersome fabric.

As the robes begin to drop from her shoulders, she turns her head to look back at you. Seeing your attention is firmly on her, she smirks and gives you another wink.

You are not quite sure, but you think you see Professor Dove sway her hips slightly, as though she is being provocative, but not trying to be obvious about it.

When she is finally freed from the confines of her robes, you admire the sight before you.

Beneath the robes, Professor Dove is wearing a light blouse, snow white in color. It is somewhat loose fitting, but still hugs her curves and caresses her generous bosom.

She is also wearing skin tight leggings. For a moment, you wonder if it is actually black body paint as You can see the lines of her toned and shapely legs, and the curvature of her ass is like a work of art.

Your mouth is suddenly dry and you feel a stirring in your loins at the sight.

After hanging her robes on the coat rack, Professor Dove comes back to you. She strides casually around her desk to the side where you are sitting and sits on the desk in front of you, making a show of crossing her legs as she does.

She looks at you thoughtfully for a moment, then begins.

"First, to answer your previous question... Underclassmen are not permitted to use any teleportation spells. Those particular subjects are not available until senior year. They are quite advanced, and can be rather dangerous for many reasons."

You nod your head, “I understand.”

“As for me…”, she continues, “…I just don’t want a reputation of being lazy. So, this will be our little secret, ok?”, she asks sweetly, batting her eyelashes at you.

You feel the now familiar warmth in your cheeks, and the stiffness in your pants intensify, as the upper and lower halves of your body resume their battle for dominance over the blood in your veins.

Professor Dove notices your unease, and with a self-satisfied grin asks, “Are you feeling alright? You seem to be uncomfortable… and…”, very slowly and deliberately, she uncrosses her legs then crosses them the other way, “… a bit distracted…”

With great effort, you muster all of your willpower and look into her beautiful brown eyes... You swallow the sizable lump in your throat and answer.

“I… I’m ok… just a little… Nervous…”

Professor Dove studies you momentarily, noting the flush of your cheeks. She flicks her eyes to your crotch briefly to notice the bulge that you are failing to fully conceal by laying your hands in your lap, then returns your gaze. Her expression changes from a playful and bemused smirk to a kind and empathetic smile.

“Of course. I understand your anxiety.” Professor Dove uncrosses her legs again, slips her sandals from her feet and begins delicately tracing a foot up and down your right calf.

Surprised at the sudden contact, your face flushes even more, and your hard-on stiffens to full mast.

“ Please try to relax.”, she continues. “Please, remove your hands from your lap and place them on the armrests of the chair.”

Your eyes widen in alarm at her request. She just smiles at you and continues stroking your leg with her foot, briefly wiggling her toes to lightly tickle you.

Slowly and awkwardly, you comply, resting your hands on the armrests. Professor Dove’s smile widens as she glimpses the sizable bulge in your pants.

“There we go… that’s better…”, she coos, wiggling her toes again. “I know that you are a young and virile man, and as such are easily aroused.”

She places her palms down on the desk, leaning back and effectively pushing her breasts out to be more pronounced. This causes the foot that is stroking your calf to drift a little further up.

“I admit…”, she continues, “… I haven’t been making things any easier for you with my flirting and teasing.”

She punctuates this statement with another wiggle of her toes on the inside of your thigh, just above the knee. Despite your breathing picking up, and your aching prick feeling as though it will burst through the fabric of your trousers at any moment, you keep your eyes locked on hers. You don’t know why, but you feel like this might be some sort of test... that, or you are just afraid that Breaking eye contact now, with just this little bit of physical contact, would signify weakness on your part and cause her to lose what little respect she may or may not have had for you and stop what she is doing.

“While I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy observing the effect I can have on a young man like yourself…”, nodding at your considerable bulge, “… impressive by the way… I am actually quite flattered…“, she says with a genuine smile. “However, there is another… more altruistic reason for all of this.”

Her foot is now less than an inch away from your balls, her toes tickling the inside of your thigh. You tremble uncontrollably with anticipation.

She grins wickedly and very delicately brushes her big toe along the underside of your scrotum. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through your body.

She chuckles softly, but not unkindly.

“The sooner you pull that out…”, she says as she gently, but firmly pokes your throbbing dick with her toe, “…the sooner I can continue my explanation. While I am rather talented with my toes… ”, she emphasizes this point by tickling your shaft with her toes, “… I sadly lack the dexterity to undo your belt and zipper with them.”, she says with a pout.

Momentarily taken aback by her directness, you pause. Finally breaking eye contact after your valiant effort, you look down to where her foot is idly caressing your manhood through your trousers. You think to yourself, “Damn… even her foot is beautiful…”

At your hesitation, Professor Dove pauses and smiles at you warmly.

“Of course, if you would prefer not to, you do have that choice. However, if you do, I promise it will be much more demonstrative… And if we are both being honest, fun.”

You look back into her beautiful face, and her patient smile is enough to melt away the rest of your reservations.

With a deep breath, and trembling hands, you unfasten your belt, unbutton your pants and lower the zipper. You lower your pants and underwear down to your knees and return your hands to the armrests of the chair.

Now unencumbered, your cock stands at full attention, all 7 1/2 inches.

Professor Dove stares at your erection for a moment, a satisfied smile playing across her lips.

“Not bad…”, she says with genuine appreciation in her voice. She returns her foot and resumes gently stroking your shaft.

She gingerly cradles the base of your dick between her big and second toes.

“Good length, decent girth…”.

She brings her other foot up and similarly cradles you just under the head.

“Not huge… but certainly not tiny, by any stretch of the imagination. Overall, a very nice cock. If we weren’t pressed for time, and I didn’t have things to explain to you, I would actually very much enjoy taking this into my mouth… Perhaps another time…”, she says with a sigh.

At this, your eyes widen in surprise and your face flushes even more. She just gives you a grin and shrugs.

“ in the meantime, just sit back, close your eyes and relax while I work and explain.”

This turns out to not be very difficult to do. The gentle stroking of her toes is actually quite soothing as well as pleasurable. You lean back and close your eyes. She begins.

“ so, I understand that while this is technically your first time here, you tested into the second year class. So let’s consider this your first year orientation. Because of your situation, I am just going to assume that you know very little about magic. This is not intended to insult you, it just makes it easier for me to start from the beginning.”

She pauses in her speech, but gives your cock a gentle squeeze with both of her feet. She strokes the base and the head independently with her toes. It feels amazing.

“ while the majority of our students here come from long lines of magical families, we do occasionally get students like yourself who unknowingly tap into latent magical abilities. It is then our duty to foster such students. To not only help them to control their abilities, but to push them to surpass their abilities.”

With this, she takes the foot that was rubbing just below the head and trace is it along the very tip, collecting the precum that is beginning to leak out. She uses this to help lubricate your cock. She then takes your cock between the underside of her feet and begins stroking up and down.

“ here, in our study of magic, we aim to push our bodies and our minds beyond their normal boundaries. This is why everyone here seems so nonchalant regarding sex… as you shall soon discover.”

She brings her feet to the very tip of your cock for more of your natural lubrication, then resumes her foot job.

“You see, Magic by nature defies the natural laws that govern the world. Like the laws of physics, or weather. Magic is not inhibited by these laws… And so magic users should not be inhibited either. Being able to relax and letting go of your inhibitions will ultimately enhance your magical abilities. Magic, in it’s purest form is about freedom. So here, we encourage freedom, in all aspects of daily life.”

Professor Dove emphasizes this last point with a vigorous stroking of your dick with her feet.

"When you are able to relax and not be fettered by pent up frustration, you will be surprised at how much more easily magic will come to you. In fact, there are some scholars, myself included, who theorize that there is a connection between magic and sexuality. While this is highly speculative, it is widely regarded as being true. Hence the liberality on the subject of sex. Not to mention that we do offer a couple of elective classes on the matter."

Professor Dove changes back to caressing your manhood between the toes of her feet, bringing a wave of pleasure. You begin to feel the tingle you associate with an impending orgasm. She seems to pick up on this and alternates between slow and firm movements to faster and lighter movements.

"When you think about it...", she continues, "...magic and sex are very similar."

By now, you are breathing heavier, the pleasure in your loins growing by the moment.

"There is a buildup of energy...", she says, stroking your cock more intently, "...and with the buildup, there comes a pleasurable sensation... and finally...", with these words, she brings you over the edge. Your cock twitches and spurts forth gob after gob of thick, creamy cum... a violent orgasm seizing you after so much time and teasing. Professor Dove, being the expert she is, deftly catches the majority of your spunk on her feet, reveling in it's warm and slick texture.

"...a release.", she finishes after catching all of your cum. You open your eyes, feeling the warm afterglow in your cheeks, a goofy grin no doubt plastered on your face.

Professor Dove offers you a lovely smile, then proceeds to bring one of her feet up to her mouth and begins licking your cum off of it.

Her flexibility, and the very act of licking your cum from her own foot is enough to make your dick twitch with excitement. She has a satisfied smirk on her face after she cleans the goo from her foot. She repeats the process with her other foot while you watch in silent amazement.

Professor Dove lets out a contented sigh when she finishes cleaning herself.

"Wow... are you part cat or something?", you ask, feeling much more relaxed.

She grins at you and giggles, "No, I'm just very flexible. I am glad to see that you are not so uptight now... My lesson seems to have been a successful one.", she quips.

She regards you for a moment, then her countenance turns grave.

"Now, I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I'm not telling you to go and try putting your dick in anything that moves. I just want you to understand that you should not feel so restricted. That, will ultimately hinder you more than anything. You don't need to be ashamed or bashful... especially with what you have to work with...", she nods at your softening manhood. "I want you to be mindful of a couple of things however....", her serious expression deepens, "...Just as you had a choice here with me, so too does everyone have choice in all matters. Freedom is a privilege that everyone should be able to enjoy. As such, we take consent very seriously here. We have magical wards in place to alert faculty when a nonconsensual act is occurring. Staff will teleport immediately, and the offending party will be punished swiftly and most severely.", her expression softens a bit, and she reaches a hand out to caress your cheek, "...but I don't think a sweet boy like you should have to worry about such things..."

You blush at her touch and her compliment. "No Professor, I would never...".

She smiles at you. "Good. Now, if you are concerned with venereal diseases or unplanned pregnancy, don't be. There are also magical wards in place to prevent such misfortunes. As I said, we believe in expressing yourself as freely as possible."

You look at her, dumbstruck. "You mean that can actually be done?"

"Oh yes. Nothing will distract you from your studies worse than a crying baby or a bad case of gonorrhea."

Unable to stop yourself, you burst out laughing at the remark. She grins at you then continues.

"Now, I think we've covered this subject in enough detail for today. Let's discuss your living arrangement...".

Professor Dove then produces the strange pin that manifested in your palm during the sorting ceremony. She gives it another quick inspection before handing it to you.

"I am sure you are curious as to what this means.".

Taking the pin from her, you look at it and then back to her and nod.

"Traditionally, when a student takes a pin, it transforms into the emblem of the house that best suits that particular student's abilities... Dark Arts for Cerberus, or Medicinal for Pegasus for instance."

You look at the pin in your hand again.

"While an occurrence like yours is highly uncommon, it is not unique."

You look back to Professor Dove with bewilderment written all over your face. She leans forward, so close that you think she is coming in for a kiss.

But then, you notice, aside from the ample cleavage you can see from this angle, there is something dangling from her neck.

There, attached to a very thin strand of what looks to be silver is a pin identical to yours.

Seeing the recognition on your face, she leans back with a smile.

"Welcome to Chimera House dear..."

"Chimera House?" you repeat.

"Yes. Every so often, a student will come who does not naturally have an inclination toward any one field of magic, but seems to be equally capable in all. They are so few and far between that the predecessors of the school would just place them in a house arbitrarily. However, These individuals were a frequent enough occurrence... maybe one every twenty or thirty years, and due to their higher proficiency, most of these individuals went on to be instructors here and a special house was formed."

"Chimera house...", you mutter in awe.

"That's right...", she chirps. "Every teacher here belongs to Chimera house... and now, so do you..."