Victor, Aggressively (dub/)

Dominique stiffened as her professor's hands ran down her shoulders to her biceps, massaging her arms gently. “Professor?”

“As I’m sure you can understand, this law will need some time to settle and ‘fix’ itself. While here, as one of your instructors, it will be my job to ensure that it doesn’t go too far. In the meantime there will be those that the instructors have trouble protecting.” He explained, putting himself directly behind Dominique. He wasn’t sure he’d realized the difference in size between the two of them before - now it was plain to see given how it took some care to not simply wrap his hands around her arms. “That is, unless the law is actively used to protect them. The law specifies women who aren’t currently being courted after all.”

Victor brought his hands back up to her shoulders. It would be too easy to simply take hold of her and pick her up, to bend her over his desk and have his way with her without interruptions thanks to the locked door. He was certain she could feel his length hardening in his pants, separated by his trousers and her blouse. Her magic was chaotic at best, and as a result he’d gotten well versed in countering her spells when they went out of control, she’d be defenseless.

“Professor… please let go…” A meek voice drew his attention to Dominique, she was shivering in his grasp, refusing to look up from her desk. Perhaps that’s what he needed to do.

His grip shifted as he grabbed her by her shoulders and arms - a short squeak of surprise escaping Dominique’s lips as he did - then lifted her out of her seat and onto her feet. “W-Wait! Professor stop!” She cried out as he moved his hands down and **** her arms behind her back. She started to squirm but the difference in size did the work for him, he got his left hand around both of her wrists and put his right around her waist. He dragged her over to his desk and with a shove of one hand and the other staying still, he had her bent over his desk, her chest pressed against the wood and her backside pressed against him.

He bent over her in turn, letting his weight press down on her - getting a grunt from her as the air was pushed out of her lungs. “So, here is my offer. You just have to be a good girl for me, a nice little teacher's pet - and as far as anyone will know, I’ll have sent some money to your family and won the right to court you. You’ll be safe from everyone, you’ll live with me in my mansion, and all you’ll have to do is enjoy a good, sensual fuck and suck my cock whenever I want either from you. Or, I can tie you down, open that door, and we’ll see how long until you’re stuffed full of young idiots that just want to please themselves rather than help you.”

He felt her squirming underneath him - his heart raced in his chest, was he really doing this to one of his students? There was a rush to it, a certain excitement that had his nerves dancing. A choked sound spilled from her lips as she seemed to realize she couldn’t get out from under him - that or the realization she was only turning him on from the feeling of his now fully erect cock.

“Please let me go…” She pleaded from underneath him as his right hand slid out from under her and he hiked up her skirt. Her leggings went up her legs and even up to her hips like thin pants, covering everything underneath her skirt in the event her magic caused her to fly. He gripped them by the waistband and pulled them down to her thighs, exposing her ass and sex. “Please stop! I - I’ll be good, I’ll suck your cock o-or use my breasts, or my thighs just please don’t-!”

Her pleading gave him pause as he lined up with her slit - at the moment she was at his mercy, his whim, and she knew it. She was willing to bargain, and between her background and how panicked she was getting meant something very special…

Dominique was most likely a virgin. There was something powerful in virginity, and the act of taking or giving it - power this school made sure to teach its students about. For the average person, it was all about the meaning they gave it but for people with magic, people who trained and steeped themselves in it, someone’s virginity had power.

With the right words, the right magic, he could claim her very soul by conquest. He could literally fuck her into a subservient doll thanks to his own knowledge of runic and ritual magic, essential pieces of magitech. Whether Dominique knew the extent of what he could do to her or not, her pleading told him enough - the question was now should he relent and take her up on her offers, or should he simply take her...