A good meeting with a Good Witch

You're not sure how long it was until Emerald and Neo finally passed out from exhaustion. Honestly, you could say those two rivaled your own sexual drive. You kept replaying in your head each scene in crystal clear detail as you contentedly dressed yourself in some casual business slacks and button down t-shirt. After all, you had some more professional business to take care with your favorite Professor. As you busy yourself buckling your trousers, you glance at your girls and smile. Emerald has fallen into a deep slumber on your pillow with Neo cuddled into her chest, both with small, peaceful smiles gracing their features and long streams of liquid lust running down their legs. It was hard to believe that only yesterday they were at each other's throats, well... at least Emerald wished **** bodily harm on her diminutive counterpart. And now here they were after a mind-numbing session of raucous sex, the best of friends... relatively speaking.

Cleaned and freshly shaven, you make your way out the front door, exiting the dorms and head with a sense of purpose to Beacon's Central Tower when your scroll begins ringing. You smile as you swipe to answer over Glynda's lovely, stoic visage.

"Good to hear from you, hun," you answer cheerily. "Would you like to meet in your office or someplace else more... intimate?"

"M-Mr. Hazelton!" comes her exasperated reply. "This is an important matter. At least try to keep your lustful tendencies under control while we conduct business. My office will suffice. I'm expecting you."

"I'll be there in a few moments. Looking forward to it."

A heavy sigh answers you followed by a cutting of the line. She was simply too easy to tease, but you adored her anyway. That secret side of her beneath her uptight and no-nonsense exterior, the real Glynda Goodwitch that only you had the privilege of experiencing. Hanging a left at the tower, you march your way down familiar paths between classrooms and training ranges before coming up to a regal, mahogany door. Knuckles lifted to rap upon the polished panels, a voice calls out from within.

"Enter!"

Her intuition knew no bounds. Smirking, you place your hand on the handle and swing the door open.

"Hello there, Michael," Glynda greets you from behind her desk. "Please... have a seat."

"Of course, ma'am," you answer with a smile.

Shutting the door behind you with a soft click, you follow her direction and seat yourself in front of her. Making yourself comfortable, Glynda finally relaxes and lets her shoulders drop. Her weariness was clearly visible.

"Not much sleep last night I take it?" you ask.

"That would be putting it mildly," she gripes, pressing her fingers into her temples. "Not only was I awake helping Professor Ozpin and Ironwood investigating the attack on the CCT, I also had to quarantine the area so we could focus on repair before the students woke up to come around snooping. It doesn't help matters that I'm carrying your child on top of it all. I can't even blow this steam off with my favorite wine..."

"I'm sure one glass wouldn't hurt," you suggest.

"Don't be a fool," she harshly rebukes you. "The **** will hurt the child."

With a shake of her head, she busies herself with some paperwork on her desk and readopts that professional demeanor.

"At any rate, we have business to discuss. Aside from two select teams, Team RWBY followed closely by Team JNPR, our freshman class appears to be markedly lagging behind in physical fitness. I already have a few ideas on how to correct the issue but Professor Ozpin wishes to include your input due to your performance in class."

"Then let's start with your proposals and I'll provide feedback as required."

"Very well then," Glynda agrees as she adjusts her spectacles. "To begin, I would like to implement fitness standards for basic athletic performance, as in target number of repetitions for specific exercises such as push ups, pull ups, crunches and the like. This baseline, if successful, I would like to implement across all grades. Secondly, height and weight standards. I've noticed some students growing a bit... how should I say it... portly in physique."

"That's not a jab towards Professor Port, is it my dear?" you tease with a smile.

She fixes you with an even gaze.

"To be frank with you, Professor Port is a professional body builder and works as a civilian fitness instructor after school hours. Also he's not that bad looking in a speedo..."

"You've made your point," you interject, trying to will away that mental image to no avail.

She smiles knowingly, pleased with having caught you off guard.

"At any rate, to address these health concerns I would like to review our cafeteria menu and stock, and make nutrition adjustments as needed. In **** cases, I would also recommend a restriction on certain foods for select individuals struggling with their weight."

"That may not be necessary," you advise. "An overhauled fitness curriculum should sort that issue out on its own. More activity means more calories being burned, and thus the students will need an increased intake to keep up with their needs. The fitness standards, will this be with or without aura assistance?"

"Without," she clarifies. "It would be unwise to measure with auras at this time since aura naturally enhances all physical feats in an individual. I need our students to be able to pass these tests with their natural strength. Moreover, a stronger baseline in fitness will help strengthen the aura as well."

"That's a sound suggestion. Might I propose a fitness course then?"

Glynda leans forward on desk with her elbows, hands folded beneath her chin.

"I'm listening."

"This idea I'll be borrowing from a standing military like Ironwood's Defense ****. Each morning at around say... 6:00 am we will start with fitness drills. Sprinting, calisthenics, obstacle course runs, strength training and the like. Not only would it give me an opportunity to gauge each individual's strength but we can also expand the exercises into team building events as well. The log-run in particular is especially revered and reviled by Atlesian soldiers."

"Log... run?" Glynda questions uncertainly.

"A squad of sixteen or so soldiers will collectively run with an oak log hoisted upon their shoulders. They will then run with this log for increasingly longer distances per session. For example, one mile then two and so forth. The idea is to strengthen the weakest link in each team and encourage new teams to overcome challenges together."

"It seems crude but the concept is sound. I'm sure Professor Port would especially approve of such a method. You mentioned obstacle courses?"

"In later stages when we being training with aura, something I can put together down in the Emerald Forest. These sessions will be supervised of course, but any approaching Grimm within reason are to be dispatched by the students. We are after all training Huntsmen and Huntresses, not sports athletes."

"I will need Professor Ozpin's approval to authorize training in Grimm territory, but this could be put into consideration for second years and above," Glynda agrees. "I take it then you're volunteering to personally train your peers?"

"I have no other responsibilities beyond my own grades," you say with a shrug. "It would be a good opportunity for me to learn leadership as well."

"We shall see. I can make no promises," she states diplomatically. "At any rate, I appreciate your input. You're free to go."

"So soon?" you ask. "C'mon now. It's the weekend. You can spare an hour or three."

"Doing what exactly, Mr. Hazelton?" she asks, cocking her eyebrow.

You lean back in your chair and cross a leg over your knee, patting your hands on your lap.

"Blowing off steam."

Her sharp, emerald-green eyes bore into yours as if challenging you to continue your solicitation but you knew better than to back down. Glynda, for all her elegance and grace, was still a woman with needs, needs that you've more than proven you could fulfill in past encounters. Proof of such prowess was growing right now within her, your first born, and oh how you could hardly wait to see how powerful they would become. You incline your head towards her to egg her onto the obvious decision and with casual decorum, she rises from her seat.

"I suppose your remedial education is due for another session," she says smoothly. "You're past due more than a few weeks after all."

Her heels click with every step as she circles around her desk, her hips swaying splendidly beneath that irresistible pencil skirt. You could feel your pulse quicken as she stalks you much like a cougar with its prey, your prick rapidly growing in your pants with anticipation. Her eyes dart down to your crotch as she approaches and the barest hint of a smile tugs at her lips.

"I would've come by more often though I distinctly remember you wanted to take it easy after you realized you were two months along."

"Yes that is true," she admits as she stops in front of you, her hands fiddling with the hem of her skirt. "I still can't believe I let you talk me into..."

She trails off and bites down upon her bottom lip, flushing prettily along her cheeks.

"... talk me into letting you... impregnate me."

You smirk playfully and reach forward, running your hands up her stocking-clad legs.

"It's what we both wanted, isn't it?" you answer, a suave vibration in your tone.

"Yes indeed," she agrees in kind. "You'd better keep your promise to me. Take responsibility as the father."

As she says this, she spreads her legs just enough for her to straddle your lap properly, her skirt riding up to her waist as your hands follow to cup her firm, peach-shaped rear. Wasting no time, her hands busy at your belt and trousers, fingers working dexterously on the offending garments to fish out your ready-to-go erection, and when bare skin meets bare skin, you suck in a hiss of breath at the gratifying sensation of her languorous handjob.

"Quick and quiet," she breathes out enticingly. "I still have a lot of w-"

You cut her off as you wrap your arms around her and plunder her mouth with a passionate kiss. Her squeak of surprise morphs into erotic moans as your tongues twine together, her hips now grinding imperceptibly into yours as she plants her panty-clad mound upon your rigid member.

"You talk too much," you manage to say in between kisses.

"Oh my!" comes her gasping reply as you hump against her.

The steamy make-out session continues as you reach up to her tightly-wound bun in her hair and pull loose the various bobby pins holding it all together. A sigh of relief follows as her cascading tresses fall loose and relieve pressure on her scalp. As much as you loved the authoritarian teacher look she pulled off so well, there was a far stronger allure in Glynda Goodwitch when she literally lets her hair down. Threading your fingers into those lustrous, white-gold locks you lovingly cradle her against you in a lustful embrace, the growing wet spot in her panties becoming all the more prominent against your eager dick with every passing second.

"Michael..." she groans against your lips. "This is not... an extended... session...! Hurry up before I have to discipline you!"

"Touchy touchy," you chide as you scrape your cockhead against the hidden nub that is her clit. "It's so much more fun though getting you all worked up first. Just imagine what kind of release you'll get when I finally... penetrate you."

An aggressive snarl answers you as she grips viciously at your own hair and yanks your head backwards, exposing the delicate flesh of your neck.

"No games," she commands. "I've had a stressful night. Either fuck me or get out."

"Bite me," you playfully growl back at her.

"With pleasure."

You hiss in pain and pleasure as she leans forward and sinks her teeth into your neck, not nearly hard enough to rip your throat out but certainly enough to leave noticeable marks and hickeys along your esophagus. This is what you wanted today; not just prim and proper Professor Goodwitch but the hidden Glynda you came to discover the second week into your "detention" sessions. This Glynda was aggressive, this Glynda made demands, this Glynda knew what she wanted and took it. In a sense, she mirrored you when you went into one of your rutting moods. Best of all, however, was that she fed off of your own aggression when she fell into this lecherous state of affairs.

Rumbling with your own lust, you seize her by the ass and stand from your seat, a wild grin exploding upon her face as you took charge of her, her legs wrapping instinctively around your waist as you carried her over to her desk and unceremoniously dropped her amongst her piles of documents. Prim and proper Professor Goodwitch would scold you for such recklessness, but wanton Glynda didn't give a damn. She cackles gleefully as you shove the papers aside and onto the floor, giving you plenty of room to rail your teacher properly. Those cackles only strengthened as you dragged your hands up her thighs to grasp at her violet, floral-lace panties and impatiently yanked them down her long, regal legs, revealing glistening womanhood for your viewing pleasure.

"That's it pervert," she says spurring you on. "Give your shameless teacher those top marks I taught you."

"Yes ma'am."

She was so soaked, so utterly drenched by the time you slid inside that it felt like a hot knife through butter. A keening wail of fulfillment was shared between you as you got to work fucking her in earnest. If she wanted quick, you could give her quick but to Hell with being quiet. Wet slaps intermingled with improper grunts and cries of sensual fervor as the two of you sated your lusts in each other.

"Spirits it's been too long since this perfect cock has speared me!" she wails. "Fuck me, Michael! Look at what you've turned me into! Such a shameless... perverse woman I've become for you!"

"Yes, my woman," you rumble possessively. "And in one month, the whole school will see. They'll see your baby bump and they'll know you've been conquered."

"Yes Michael!" she cries out, reaching up and cling to you in a tight hug. "Conquer me! I need you to conquer me again and again, over and over until I see stars! That's it you spry, young thing. Faster... faster...! Yes, right there! Oh Gods, I'm cumming already!"

Your hips speed up into a blur as you chase after her mounting orgasm, spritzing pussy juices splattering against your stomach and chest to soil your clothes. Perfectly manicured nails dig sharply into your back as a guttural scream of ecstasy erupts from her throat and into your shoulder. With it came a clenching vice of tightness surrounding your pistoning cock, forcing you over the edge as you bottom out and grind against her cervix with the first volley of potent sperm. You join her in explosive ecstasy, pumping violently with each spewing shot into her occupied womb.

The pleasure eventually subsides and you collapse upon her, the both of you panting with exertion at such a **** quickie. Normally she would release you by now like she always did in the past, but this time she remains tightly attached. Even her pussy seemed to grip tighter than normal, refusing even the blood in your engorged cock to retreat.

"Only you can see me like this..." she murmurs into your ear. "You're the only man who can do this to me."

You pull up from the embrace to gaze into her wondrous eyes to find a single, solitary tear slipping down her cheek.

"Glynda?" you ask with concern.

She hushes you by pressing a single finger to your lips.

"I changed my mind about quick and quiet," she continues. "Just let me enjoy this a bit longer..."

Your mouth falls open as she takes the lead, grinding her hips into yours in a silent command for round two. After taking a moment to overcome your surprise, you fall back into rhythm with her, this time your thrusting far more sensual and deliberate in a much gentler pace. Once more your lips met in impassioned sensuality, your tongues coiling around each other in ways that sent shivers up your spine. That was when you felt the connection being forged, that spiritual link between your auras that always preceded a transfer of power. Glynda Goodwitch, despite all the more casual sessions between classes, despite long nights of passionate love making before Emerald's arrival, and even despite carrying your unborn child, had never before let herself become so ****, never allowed such tender sincerity in any of your interactions until now. She was becoming devoted to you entirely.

"Was this your plan all along?" she whispers to you. "To expose a part of me I swore never to show to anyone again?"

"Does this anger you?" you ask, pressing insistently into her body.

"Not in the slightest," she admits with a smile. "I wanted this too, even though I denied it in my head. You took me Michael... right here... in this very office."

"In that very chair," you add, gesturing behind her.

"And you made me feel sexy... wanted... dare I say it... young again. My own student... I never even fantasized... yet here you are. Gods... you made me cum over... and over again. This cock... this dirty, shameless, wonderful cock of yours... it feels like you were made for me."

Her words send fire through your veins and by instinct, you start picking up the pace once more but she chides you and firmly places her hands upon your hips.

"Not this time. Slow... just go slow. As much I like being pounded like I'm in high school, this mature pussy wants some tender loving too."

She was doing it again, wrestling away control from you but this time you didn't care. You even gave it away freely as you follow her instruction, pulling out and pushing in with long, languid strokes. She coos in appreciation and affectionately cradles your head against her breasts, breasts which remained criminally hidden. Resisting just a bit against her embrace, you manage to begin unsnapping the buttons of her blouse, prompting her to help you by propping herself up by her elbows. The dark purple lace of her bra is revealed along with the creamy skin of her cleavage. Tossing her blouse aside, she sits up and reaches behind her back to unsnap and discard the final garment, revealing her large and full breasts to you in all of their glory.

"Go on," she hums encouragingly. "They need some practice before the baby comes and starts nursing."

You happily oblige, latching onto an enticing nipple just like a newborn and begin to suckle. Of course nothing came of it since colostrum for breast milk wouldn't begin producing until her second trimester, but that didn't make the practice of nursing any less fun. You draw upon her heavenly breast lovingly whilst your hands give them a tender massage. She sighs with pleasure under your affections and rewards you by firmly milking you towards a second orgasm.

"You made me a mother," she whispers into your ear. "This salacious and lewd young dick... has turned me into a mommy."

"Yes..." came your shuddering answer as the witch weaved her spell over you.

Your dick gives an involuntary twitch at the word which makes it swell even harder, a detail that doesn't go unnoticed by the mature sorceress clutching you in her grasp.

"What's this...?" she asks as she feels you with her cunt. "Oh dear... you're even more obscene than I thought... aren't you?"

Caught. Just like the day you met, she had caught you red-handed. It's your turn for a burning blush to rise to your cheeks as you enter a territory even you haven't dared to explore just yet.

"Pervert," she chides. "Such a pervert. Does it actually turn you on when I say it? When I say... mommy?"