CHAPTER 8
The complication of mixing two potions had made finding the cure for the professor’s... condition... a lot more difficult.
Obviously, none of the other professors were successful in coming up with a cure. They all had copies of the two spells now, and were hard at work trying to untangle the mess that Emma had made.
She was back in her room, on academic probation, and had to keep her grades up or else she’d be sent home.
I rolled over in bed, grateful that I got a full night’s sleep, and stretched.
Aiden reached out for me, dragging me across the mattress and ruffling the undersheet until I was pressed against him. “Need you,” he rasped hoarsely, his voice rough from sleep.
My body flared to life at his words. “A quickie before the professor wakes up?” I whispered.
His teeth bit lightly at my neck, sending sparks through my nerves. “Put up a sound barrier,” he murmured. “I want to make you scream .”
“Oh God,” I muttered, quickly sketching out the symbols of the sound shield, and tying the spell to the bedpost so I wouldn’t have to keep track of it whilst in the throes of ecstasy.
“Your God can’t help you now,” Aiden said darkly, rising onto his knees and ripping his sleep shirt off over his head.
I half-fell, half-rolled into the warm spot his body had left, now on my back.
Aiden snapped his fingers and my sleep clothes vanished. “Gorgeous,” he said, his eyes skating over my curves. “Look how hard you make me.”
His pajama pants disappeared, his cock hard and pressed against his belly.
I reached for it, but he brushed my hands away.
“I said look ,” he said, a tiny smirk at the corner of his lips.
“Sorry,” I said.
“No, you’re not. But you will be.”
My breath caught in my throat at the promise in his words. “How are you going to punish me?”
“I haven’t decided yet,” he said thoughtfully. “I think I’ll edge you.”
I whined deep in my throat. “That’s the opposite of a quickie. I might not get to come at all!”
“Hence the word punishment.” Aiden’s eyes twinkled. “On your knees. Give me your ass.”
I tried to be quick, the sheets tangling around my legs as I got into position.
“Very nice,” Aiden purred, rubbing his hands over my flesh, gripping and pulling. “Stretch out, face down.”
I reached forward, gripping the bars on the headboard that Aiden provided for me with a quick spell, and pressed my face into the mattress.
He slid two fingers into my pussy, testing me. “You’re so turned on by this,” he groaned. “ Fuck , Siobhan, you get me so hot.”
I felt heat at my back, but it was quickly quenched.
“You can shift if you want,” I said, turning my head to the side so my voice wouldn’t be muffled.
“We don’t have time for him ,” Aiden said. “We’ll schedule something this weekend and I’ll knot you for hours.”
I shivered. “Can I grab your horns while you rail me?”
“Definitely.” It came out as a growl.
Aiden pushed his cock into my pussy, a spell for lube easing his way. This position made him feel even bigger than he actually was, reaching deep within me to hit the perfect spot on my front walls with his spongy head.
I whimpered and clenched my fists on the spindles.
“You like that?” He cupped my breasts in his hands, tweaking my nipples with thumbs and forefingers, and sending bolts of electricity straight to my clit. He ground against my ass, tucked snug within me. “You feel so fucking amazing. Every single time. How do you do it?” He sounded tortured, his breath coming in sharp pants.
I loved that I provoked this intense a reaction from him. We had just started and it sounded like he was barely holding onto his control.
“ Aiden ,” I whimpered.
That seemed to snap him out of it. He released my breasts only to grab my hips and pull me impossibly closer to his pelvis. “I’m going to take my pleasure from you, and then you’re going to beg me for the privilege of coming. Do you hear me? You’re not allowed to come until I grant you permission.”
I nodded.
Aiden pulled almost all the way out and I whined at the loss. He slapped his hand down on my ass. “Use your words, pet.”
I swallowed hard. “Yes, I hear you. No coming without your permission.”
“Good girl.”
His movements spoke truth to his words, pounding into me with hard, deep thrusts that had me seeing stars in seconds. I held onto my control with every last shred of my sanity.
The sounds of slick skin slapping together filled the room, fractured only by Aiden’s sharp pants and my broken breaths. His balls were swinging against my clit, providing just enough stimulation that kept me right on the edge, but it was the unerring aim deep within me on my G-spot that was going to drive me over it.
Tears leaked from my eyes as I continued to be used, my body bursting from the pleasure that was filling every cell.
“Aiden,” I mouthed, not even able to speak his name. Any sound from my throat would overflow the dam holding my orgasm back.
“You’re doing so good for me,” Aiden panted. “I’m going to fill you up with my cum, and you’re going to take it all like the good little pet you are. You’re not going to come.”
More tears streamed down my cheeks. My thighs, every muscle in my body, was shaking with the effort of holding back. I wasn’t sure I could take much more.
His fingers gripped my hips even tighter and he buried himself in me to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he groaned his release.
I could barely think, I was so close to falling off the edge.
“Come for me,” Aiden whispered, pressing his finger over the hood of my clit.
I shattered with a scream, arching my back as every pore released the energy that had been building up within me.
“Fuck,” Aiden groaned into my sweat-slick back, still fully seated within me. “I can feel you milking my cock. I didn’t think I had more to give you, but you’re drawing it from my body with every pulse of your heart.”
I felt boneless, only tethered to this reality by the connective points with him; his hands on my hips and his cock in my cunt. I collapsed, as much as I was able, onto the bed.
Aiden slowly pulled out and I whimpered at the loss.
“Oh, pet,” he said softly, stroking my back. “I can get you a plug if you like? A nice fat one that will keep you stretched and begging to have me inside you by lunch?”
“Oh God,” I whined. My hands twitched, knuckles sore, as I released the bars overhead.
He played with my pussy with his fingers, stuffing his cum back inside when it was trying to escape.
“Do you think you could hold a plug inside you all morning? Sit through Nexuses, answering questions, knowing that I’m going to rip it out of you only to fill you with my knot?”
His filthy words washed over my already sensitive skin, the slow torture of his fingers driving me higher.
“I need it,” I gasped.
“I’ll always give you what you need,” Aiden promised.
“Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” cried the professor from the next room, startling us.
“Shit,” Aiden cursed.
I quickly checked the silence spell, relieved to find it securely in place. “He probably just woke up and thinks he’s alone,” I reassured him.
“I’ll go to him,” Aiden said reluctantly. “But what about you?”
I rolled onto my back, trying to ignore the loud cries from the attached room. “I’ll be fine. It was just a bit of roleplay, right? Something we can try later, when we don’t have an infant to look after.”
“At least let me clean you up,” Aiden said, snapping his fingers.
The tingle of magic as he got rid of the evidence of our morning activities sent a small orgasm rushing through me, and I let out an involuntary moan, drawing my knees in tight.
Aiden grinned. “Hot.” He rolled off the bed and grabbed clothes, hopping on one leg and then the other as he pulled on his boxers. “Coming, Professor. Hold on.”
I wanted to lie in bed, luxuriating in the glorious orgasmic bliss, but I had to get dressed, too. I removed the spell, drawing the power back inside myself, and got up, grabbing clothes to bring into the bathroom.
“Uh, Siobhan?” Aiden called from the nursery.
“Not dressed yet,” I called back.
“It’s important.”
What could be so urgent that he can’t clean up with magic? Did the professor hurt himself?
I scrambled into my clothes as quickly as possible and ran to the nursery, only to find Aiden staring in shock at the crib and the toddler sitting within.
“Is that?—”
“Unless there’s another baby that got swapped, it is,” Aiden replied.
“Professor?” I asked tentatively, and the toddler looked up at me, clapping his hands. “I think this is a good thing,” I said, thinking hard. “Maybe the spell is wearing off! We won’t need to find a cure and can just wait for him to return to normal!”
“We’d better find Headmistress Blackthorn,” Aiden said. “Are you ready to go?”
I looked down at myself. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”
“All right, let’s go, bud.” He hefted the professor out of the crib. “We need to change your bed situation. This isn’t safe for you. You could easily climb out and hurt yourself.”
“No problem.” I transfigured the crib into a low toddler bed, adding bed sheets with a cartoony witch brewing a potion on them.
“Nice,” Aiden approved. “It’s missing...” He added a flourish and a stuffed cat appeared next to the pillow.
“Love it.” It really felt like we were meshing well on taking care of a kid.
“Hang on, where’d he go?” Aiden asked suddenly, and we raced to our door, which was open.
Professor Reynolds had made it halfway down the hall before we caught up to him.
“You are a rascal, aren’t you?” Aiden asked, grabbing his hand.
I remembered one of the spells that the headmistress had given us; a baby tracker. It was similar to the one I had put on Bruce when I suspected him of kidnapping students, but would last longer. I cast it and pressed it to the back of the professor’s neck. “There. Now we won’t worry so much when you get away from us.”
“Good thinking,” Aiden said approvingly. “Breakfast, and then we’ll go get you checked out,” he said to the toddler.
The professor babbled nonsensically the whole way down the stairs, which he had to do himself or else he screamed. I was close to losing my patience, but watching Aiden calmly handling the situation helped me rein in my temper.
We were greeted with enthusiastic amazement by our friends. We left him with them while we grabbed all three meals together.
“We’ve got this,” Aiden murmured while we were standing in line. He pressed a kiss to my temple. “Together, we can handle anything that rascal throws at us.”