Final Exam!

"Yes," she said huskily. "This assignment."

Her hand reaches down and grasps your shaft through your pants, and a choked gasp escapes your throat. Oh no. You gave her back her control, and now she was tearing the rest of it from your grasp, though honestly you can't say that you really minded.

"You're next assignment," she breathed into your ear as she pulls you in close by the cock, "is to take this... magnificent member of yours... stick into the deepest parts of me... and bring me to another long overdue orgasm."

"Yes ma'am," you answer, now your voice reduced to a whimper as she fished your throbbing shaft out, her fingers deftly undoing the button and sliding the zipper down.

She then hooks one of her heels into the waistband of your loose pants and pushes down, boxers and all, leaving you half naked. She coos in delight as her eyes fell upon your swollen head. Fingers grasping you gently yet firmly, she rubs your tip along the soaked folds of her pussy lips. With her other hand, she pulls you in by the back of the neck for a passionate kiss and with it, she shifts and slides you into the hilt, your cock bottoming out within the depths of her sweltering pussy.

"Oh spirits!" she cries out in ecstasy, experiencing her first cock in who knows how many years. "That's the ticket!"

"Oh fuck, Professor!" you groan with her as you collapse forward.

"Language Michael!" she admonishes as she lightly smacks your ass. "Behave or I will punish you!"

"I can't help it Professor," you pant. "You feel so good, so hot and tight! It's turning me on so much!"

Indeed she was tight. She was as taught and malleable as a teenage virgin. The only difference was her lack of hymen.

"Is that so?" she asks with a smirk as she begins churning her hips into yours. "Does this old woman really drive you so crazy?"

"Of course Professor... Glynda!" you moan back to her as you meet her thrusts with your own. "And you're not old. You're sexy, you're mature, and every student in this school would be lucky to have you."

"Just... ah! students?" she teases back.

"Any guy!" you say. "Any girl! I've wanted this so badly. Watching you strut around during class like this... those pantyhose, and those boots! I could never concentrate!"

You fell into your role as the lust drunk student easily, perhaps too easily but you didn't care. You were boning Glynda Goodwitch; that's all that mattered.

"Oh really now?!" she said as she leaned up to embrace you, her voice growing aggressive. "Then do it Michael, do it if you have the spine for it. Fuck me like you mean it!"

You let your hips fly as she used the very same profanity she just scolded you over, all thoughts of restraint torn apart. All that mattered was drilling this criminally sexy teacher bowlegged like she desired. Glynda's moans turned into howls of pleasure, her nails cutting into your back through the thin material of your shirt and as her rhythmic cunt squeezed wantonly on your shaft, edging so much closer to completion, so did the churning in your balls. You quickly realized now, on the cusp of orgasm, that your powers had eliminated your refractory period.

"Ohohohohhh... Michael," she groaned. "Michael... Michael Michael Michael Michael! That's it! Keep going! You're making your teacher cum!"

She chanted your name in ecstasy, driving you past the point of no return.

"Glynda! It's so good, you're gonna make me cum too!" you cry out your warning.

"Pull out Michael! Please pull out! Oh I won't be able to stop you if you cum in me!" she wailed as her body began to shudder.

You were too caught up in your lust though to fully comprehend her meaning. Thoughts of Glynda Goodwitch walking around during her lectures with a belly swollen with your child filled your mind. With Yang you knew you should wait. She was young with her entire career as a Huntress ahead of her, but Glynda... Glynda was a tenured Professor who was unlikely to see the field again anytime soon. She was established, she was responsible, and a quick check with your powers told you she was still very ready for child bearing. Time to take back that control she stole from you.

"Are you sure Glynda?" you ask as you slow your pounding to a grind. "Are you sure you want me to pull out?"

"Oh spirits Michael! Don't ask me that," she begged.

"Why not? Does the thought of me filling you turn you on?"

"That... ooh fuck! That doesn't matter!" she groaned back at you. "I'm... I'm currently fertile! If you cum inside me now.... oh spirits!"

She shuddered as you ground against her g-spot.

"What is it Glynda?" you ask, wanting to hear the answer directly from her. "What happens if I cum inside you right... now...?"

You punctuate those last two words with deep thrusts.

"Ah! Michael! If you do it now I'll... I'll have a... 90% chance I'll become pregnant with your child!"

"And how is that a bad thing?"

She looks up at you incredulously.

"That's too naughty... oh spirits that's far too naughty!" she whined as she struggled to get you to fuck her to completion. "You can't... knock up... your own teacher!"

You scan her mind once more, and among the lusty haze that you put her through, yet another fantasy rose out of the depths; motherhood. Glynda had long accepted that her chances of becoming a mother were null after her last breakup; that thickheaded fool Ironwood. This was too good! You were going to give her exactly what she wanted, consequences be damned.

"Why not?" you press further. "I kissed you, I licked you, and now I've fucked you into a quivering mess right here in your office. What's one more step?"

You couldn't possibly comprehend right now what kind of powers your children would have, especially if born by a Huntress, but right now you couldn't care less. You wanted to breed Glynda's pussy, and you wanted her to say yes.

"I'll take care of you," you tell her as you whisper into her ear. "I'll take care of you and the baby, and you'll be a great mother."

Her qualms were falling apart on her yet again, just like they did when you were massaging her and just like they did when you were licking her.

"You mean that...?" she asked, not believing her own voice. "You really mean to make your teacher the mother of your child?"

You answer her with a deep, voracious kiss, one she eagerly returns.

"Take my cum, Glynda," you beg her. "Let me fuck a baby into you."

"Oh spirits Michael!" she cried as she wraps you in close. "Fine! Do it! Make your shameless, naughty teacher cum and knock her up!"

You resume your drilling thrusts and this time, you rub violently at her clit to push her over the edge.

"Michael!"

"Glynda!"

The both of you roar your climaxes, Glynda's squirt spraying your thighs as you violently fire glob after virile glob of sperm deep into her womb. The head of your swollen prick bangs against her cervix with every thrust, packing as much cum as possible into her most fertile place. This was better than any other orgasm so far. This was they type of orgasm God had designed, the kind that created new life! You were new to this world so she wasn't actually your teacher, but the sheer depravity of the idea sent your testicles into overdrive. You were cumming even harder than you did with Yang!

"Oh fuck Glynda!" you cry in ecstasy. "Oh fuck I'm cumming! I'm cumming in you, so deep inside you!"

"Yes Michael! Give me all of it! Give me all of your seed and make me a mother!"

You make a silent wish at this moment, another small wish but no less important; you wish to extend your orgasm and hers. You want the both of you to shudder until you were completely dry and there was absolutely no doubt in your mind she would bear your child. The effect is almost instant as you feel your dick lurch deep inside her with a fresh load of cum. At the same time, a powerful stream of squirt drenches the both of you. Her eyes go wide as she feels you continue to fire off inside her, the extra jizz spilling out around your dick with nowhere else to go.

"How?!" she gasps. "How are you still cumming?! How am I still cumming?!"

"It's my Semblance," you tell her between shuddering gasps.

"What Semblance?!" she begs her question as another orgasm shakes her core.

"I can... amplify... the lust of the woman I lay with," you struggle to explain. "But sometimes, it rebounds on me if it's... oh fuck! If it's too intense! And right now... right now this... is really intense!"

Now caught in a seemingly endless orgasm, the both of you could do nothing else but ride out the waves until your "Semblance" spends itself. Locked together in a tangled mess of sweaty limbs, bodily secretions, ruined clothes and a puddling pool of spunk between your feet, you lose all track of time in the heat that was Glynda Goodwitch.