An...office?

The transition from black to a regularly lit room is eye-watering; I dry the tears slyly.

"...and the grounds are open during mealtimes. I was under the impression you volunteered for the first watch?"

"Huh?" It just now strikes me that I'm in a peculiar location. A high location, with a certain man. Silver hair, clockwork cane, spectacles so small I doubt they're for anything aside from show.

So this is Ozpin. Why is he the first thing I see, and not a juicy ass? "Y-yes, sir?"

"Good man!" He escapes the confines of his desk to come around and give a good pat, then ushers me out the door, without giving me time to ask anything or look around further. "I'll have an assistant accompany you to help get your groove for the first year. She's a friend, I'm told."

"Wait, sir, why--"

"See you at the--"

The elevator cuts him off, slamming shut with all the etiquette of...an elevator, I guess. Not nearly as surprising as 'groove' being a word in a thousand-year-old man's vocabulary, though.

This contemplative topic sticks with me as I travel a path I already know, somehow. Away from the tower, past the study halls, and right into the lecture stadiums. I insert a code into the pad by the door, then push it open, entering into a magnificent room, dozens of rows of empty seats piling back and up.

I sit at the desk, wondering what to do with myself. The plaque says 'Professor John Doe, Sex Ed.'. So I'm a teacher. And for the record, let it be known that I'm a wretched public speaker!

I figure I may as well bury myself in the mountain of folders that have already found their way to me (even though classes hadn't started yet; go figure), picking up a few. Oh, they're mainly profiles of students. Do all the teachers here get stuff like this?

I'm in the middle of skimming the file of Nora, admiring how the mug shot provides ample view of her blossom when there's a knock at the door. More of a crunch, really.

"There you are." I know that voice! I lower the file to see Coco Adel descending the steps, her cashmere in neat spirals and her briefcase slung over a shoulder with a strap I did not realize she had either the practicality or the humility to make use of.

What caught my attention, though, was the way her collared sweater clung to her curves like a second skin. She stepped around a chair I moved on the way in, and those globes...

Heaven. I was already in heaven.

"Didn't you read the itinerary? Or whatever you were given before your sorry ass made its way here?"

I lean closer over the desk, observing her pout. "That's no way to talk to a professor, now is it?"

It's weird. She should be a stranger to me. I only know this girl through the media I've consumed of the RWBY universe, but every second or so, I get flashes. Little memories. Things I don't remember doing, or places that I've never been to. And she's in nearly all of them."

"Student professor, mind you. And don't let the title get to your head. I've got no problems sorting you straight."

"So, when are you going to stop pretending to be mad and just hug me?" I stand up and move to her side, resting on the table. I try a teasing smile. Another memory. "You can't stay mad at me for the panty incident forever."

"Fuck you." She pulls me into a hug--headlock?--anyway. "I guess nice work? I didn't know teaching was your ambition."

"Neither did I." She's petting my hair now, my mind making every sensation lewd. Wilt and Blush should be ready to go in a bit. Just have to keep her talking. "But things happen, so here I am. You should be grateful. I doubt we'd be able to see each other so frequently otherwise."

"Yeah, yeah." She sets down two more folders, nodding at the rest. "How's your reconnaissance doing?"

"For what?"

"Suitable candidates? You know, the demonstrations?"

"Ah. Right. The demonstrations." Ah. Sex Ed. Demonstrations. Right. Ah. Cool, but ah. "Still working on it. I don't want to come off as weird by going to the wrong people, you know?"

"You're probably the only male teacher Beacon's ever had for this class. Too late to worry about that."

"Touche. You're mean, you know that?" I hip-bump her while adding the two new folders, realizing I've got lighter skin than before. I'm going to need to consult a mirror later.

"Calling them as I see them. That's all, John."

Staring at her figure should've given enough charge by now. I disguise the action as a scoff and a playful shove, palm against her jaw. Then, I feel colder, and my loins settle a little. Coco stiffens, already crossed arms squeezing tighter.

"I thought the weather would be milder today," she says, tugging at the collar. I was expecting her to be more shaken or expressive, but it's mostly cut and dry. Like my poor buddy.

I suppose I can always go back for a retry later; I've got all the time in the world, after all. The desk chair welcomes the return of my butt warmly. With the desk between us once more, she leans on it, providing another great view. Okay, maybe I won't have to wait.

"Did you compile a semester plan yet?" She pushes the glasses back up her nose, forehead crinkling just enough to make it appear she's still pouting. Another memory pops to the forefront, of a stressful series of nights running through various papers. "Or do I need to take care of that too? You--"

"That's okay," I stop her, "I've already dealt with that."

At my feet is a briefcase, near to bursting with who knows what. More paper, probably. If mine was an overweight, middle-aged man, hers is a fit, firm teen body wrapped in stylish leather.

On instinct, I pull free a few sheaths and pass them over. To my surprise, while leafing through them and skimming the contents, she roams around and makes herself comfy in my lap. She wriggles a bit before finding a position she finds pleasing, then leans back into me. "Not half bad, prof. Not half bad."

"My work? Or my legs?"

"The work and the chair." She gives me a reassuring stink eye. "I know you wouldn't let atrophy get to you; I was referring to the astounding quality of this proposition."

"What's that supposed to mean?" My arms come around to settle on her thighs. It is with displeasure/pleasure that I notice my buddy is returning to full form with stimulating friction.

"I'm still used to the time when your vocabulary was limited to body anatomy and profanity. Can't blame me for expecting the same as then."

"It's been quite some time, no? You're not as flat-chested as you were back then."

"Irrelevant argument, and you know it. I was good-looking even back then." Her confidence is rendered moot when she shivers as my hands drift. "Say, don't you find it weird the professor's chairs are so wide?"

"Nope. This is the perfect size for two people." My pleasure, aided by a bum providing consistent friction to my dick, slowly creeps along. I'm not sure how to save the orgasm yet, so I prematurely let it go, rubbing Coco's legs more firmly as she stiffens again. This time, she moans out loud. "What, is my lap that nice?"

"What the hell was that?" Her chest is heaving now, and she twists around to face me, straddling pelvises and revealing crimson behind the glasses.

"It looks like you almost came in my arms. Quite the proposition, don't you think?"

Circling her back and feeling both hard, corded muscle and unparalleled supple skin, I pull her closer to me, our chests mashing. She bites her lip, wriggling a little.

"Look, if you wanted me this badly, all you had to do was ask."

She attempts a weak shake of the head, then aborts it. "I'm not that kind of girl. I wouldn't...oh, forget it."

Seizing the initiative and the sides of my head, she pulls me in for a long kiss. My _first _kiss. How incredible! Her lips are just plump enough to massage my own without feeling unpleasant, and this close, I get hints of woodsmoke and pumpkin spice. I breathe in, then push my tongue out and part her lips. She obliges without much thought.

Inside is even better. Her tongue is like a roping snake, curling around mine to assert dominance, yet ceding ground whenever I explore further inside. We create a perfect seal, sharing each other's oxygen, perfumed by saliva.

She has to break the kiss to avoid passing out, but my lungs are yet to start burning. While she heaves, I bury myself in her chest, eliciting a groan.

"Hands...off the merchandise...oh my god!"

Her head is thrown back when I go back up to nibble her neck. I sneak a peak past her toward the door, and seeing it's closed, go to town.

She helps me pull off the sweater, the pants, and most of her accessories. She stands shakily, striking a sexy pose. A cocoa bra holds back her straining assets, while the plump lines of her ass are accentuated by lace. "Like what you see?"

"I hope you don't like damaged goods, because that's all you'll be once I'm done with you." I'm in a similarly undressed position, marveling at the sudden Asgardian body I've gained before my attention is ripped back to her like a magnet.

"Trust me, I can handle whatever you dish out. You'd better last longer than ten."

Actions speak louder than words, so I pull her in for another kiss while undoing her bra. She steps out her her panties while chucking away her scarf and my boxers.

Under my questioning gaze, she leans back against the desk, devilishly grinning over the rim of her glasses. "These stay on. I feel lewder."

Wondering if I should prepare her first, I wriggle a finger around inside the gorgeous, quivering slit she has snuggled between her legs, confirming she is lacking neither in wetness nor in internal volume.

She humps it for the short time it's in, whimpering when I withdraw it. Then, the main attraction lines up. Thick throbbing flesh, almost three inches across, is ready to tear her asunder. I look for confirmation and find it when her thighs lock me into place.

One thrust. That's all it takes to send us over the edge. We cry out in unison, her vacant filled, and my length squeezed. Oh, how it's squeezed! I savor the sensations as we gyrate against each other.

She explodes, coating her walls with quim juice. I can feel my tip penetrating her womb, and feel the flow of semen through my balls into the tip and beyond. Then, before she recovers, I'm already thrusting again, back in my prime. She gasps each time I pound into her, fondling her breasts. Wanting in on the action, I reach and tweak a nipple, sending her into a long moan. She arches, bumping her clit against my pelvis.

I piston in and out, driving my prick home again and again. The constant introduction and retraction create a suction that pulls on her walls with greater and greater ****. Eventually, when I pop out to shove the entire thing in in a single go, she cums again, gurgling happily as saliva drools over her breasts. I lean in and lap a little up, carrying it back up for a shared kiss.

That's the last thing I can clearly remember. I'm fucking her. Then she's fucking me. Then I'm on top. Then she's straddling me, bouncing like there's no tomorrow. My dick enters a tight hole, her vagina still feeling fresh despite all the work I've put into it. Then it enters an even tighter hole, my first forays into anal glorious.

I recall clutching the hard corners of my desk, shoving Coco's ravaged body against the wall, and licking every inch of her labia while she was pinned to one of the lecture tables. Her moans are the only sound in the world, and her naked form is all I have eyes for.

Near the end, clarity returns, and I find a strange sensation in my chest while I have her bent over a chair, breasts flopping while I attack her anus with my thumb and her pussy with my cock, parting her folds time and time again.

Again acting on instinct, I release it, then feel the accumulated pleasure of the past...55 orgasms rushing through my dick like another spout of spunk! Coco loses her grip and would've fallen if I hadn't turned her around and hauled her against my pelvis, cupping her tensed ass while penetrating her womb again. She barely has the strength to wrap her legs around me, stuck in jittery animation as each of those 55 orgasms racks her from top to bottom, and then back again.

One final time, my balls clench and empty, and I achieve clarity of mind so pure it's like the world slows down. Everything seems a little brighter, and every sensation is heightened.

With a suction noise so impressive I wish I recorded it, I slide Coco free. The accumulated sea of love material splatters free, draining out of her like a waterfall, covering her legs in sticky white.

I place her down on one of the benches and pat her while she's still mid-orgasm. I'm not sure how long this one will last, but she'll be fine. I sit next to her, one hand prolonging her **** by petting her clit, and analyze my performance.

Wilt & Blush is a perfect ability. I can't believe I ever considered getting anything else. And Coco's Energy Boost has effects far beyond what I expected. I'm probably good on sleep for the next three days. Coco, though? She'll need to sleep for four before she recovers. Those two and Ravage made things far more enjoyable than they had any right to be.

But who said I've got a problem with that? I reach for my scroll and request a visit from the janitorial staff.