Minerva

Minerva awoke to the feeling of bindings on her wrists and ankles.she was in a darkened, abandoned classroom and the last thing she could remember Gillian, one of her Ravenclaw friends, had said she wanted to show her something. Then everything had gone black.

She carefully began to test the bonds; they were some kind of fabric. Though securely tied they were clearly not intended to hurt her.

"Jillian" she said in her strictest 'I am A Prefect' voice "if this is some kind of joke..." her voice trailed off to the sound of deep chuckling.

"No joke, Minerva" a smooth very recognizable was cut through the 7th year's thoughts.

The head girl's felt her lips curl into a snarl "Riddle" she all but hissed "what's the meaning of this? I get you expelled for this."

Finally the admittably handsome boy stepped into the light, his eyes practically danced with amusement. "Oh but you won't." The surety in his voice send shivers up her spine. In what looked like a single movement he glided to kneel between her spread legs. Instinctively she tried to close her legs, forgetting for a moment how she was tied. "By the time we're through" he all but purred, sending a ver different and just as instinctive shiver up her spine. "You will swear this was all you're idea."

"Don't do this" she found her voice and tried very hard not to envision what was going to happen to her "it will get you arrested."

But Riddle was no longer listening; instead he was allowing his nose to drift up her thigh toward her most protected center. "So much power" he murmured.

Long thin fingers pushed aside her skirt to show that her under things had already been removed. As his face drifted closer, almost in a trance Minerva knew she had too get free somehow. She had to stop this...

"Oh"
She had been do busy struggling that she hadn't noticed Tom reach his target but she more than noticed his tongue as it slipped between her folds. She panted breathily, her squirming was now to get closer rather than away, as that delicious tongue traveled higher to find her clit. Then the vibrations began.

She came three times almost immediately in the wake of that tongue vibrating against her pleasure center. In her mind all other thoughts had been take over by Tom, Tom, Tom.
Her mind was delirious with pleasure and she whined slightly when the sensation stopped long enough for her to return to reason, sort of.

She tingled as she felt those clever fingers undo her bonds. Her vision returned to see her master standing before her.

"You want to be fucked by Dumbledore don't you Minnie." He spoke casually as if talking about the weather. For a moment she felt horrified, sure she had failed her master and was about to deny it when the sense and tone sunk in. She did want to beer fucked by her Transfiguation teacher. To have him plow into her while her master watched so he could take pleasure too.

"Yes please" she breathed feeling herself heat despite how many times she had come not to long ago.

"Bend over the desk and face the door" her master commanded. "And make sure to be as loud as you can. We want to attract attention. "