As a witchcraft history student you had been doing your internship at the Academy of Unseen Arts, teaching some classes, after which you would go to the library and research for your thesis. The days were long and tiring, but in the midst of it all you had found company.
The day you arrived at the Academy you were given a tiny office inside the teachers lounge. While your chaperone was showing it to you, that’s when you noticed her; Zelda Spellman. Her long red hair always cascaded in perfect waves, her flawless ivory skin ever so alluring and her piercing green eyes seemed to look deep into your mind whenever you were lucky enough to get her attention.
You’d started dating after the third month of your practice. You were keeping it a secret, not because a witch dating another one was frowned upon -it was more than accepted-, but because you were colleagues. It wouldn’t be until her position and or yours was more definitive that you would tell people.
For now you were enjoying the secrecy; the rendezvous, going to her office at ungodly hours, or her visiting you in the library some nights, even going to your cabin.
Today you had met in her office after-hours, mentioning how tired you were and how you would love for her to accompany you home as she had done other times. You didn’t have anything planned, just being near her was enough to calm you down; she was always so sweet to you. She agreed and you swiftly teleported to your place, not wanting to walk
As soon as you arrive, you pace over to your room and lay face down on the bed.
You hear Zelda follow and enter the room right after you.
“I just want to finish that stupid thesis,” you mumble against the pillow. “but Father Blackwood keeps finding things wrong and I am so fed up. When are the next elections for High Priest?”
The mattress sinks under the older witch's weight as she sits next to you and starts gently rubbing your back.
“You know as well as I do that the High Priest is succeeded only when he dies. Faustus will likely be in that position for a couple centuries,” she explains calmly and you just groan.
“Darling, you mentioned wanting to relax back in the office…”
“Yes. You being here helps a lot.”
“What do you say if we play for a while, hmm?”
You tense under her touch at her suggestion. You slowly turn around to meet her gaze, your heart hammering against your chest.
“Don’t you need to be home soon? I wouldn’t want to keep you from-”
“What?” She interrupts. Her hand cups and caresses your cheek softly. “I can stay for as long as you need. Especially if it is to help you unwind.”
Her deep voice leads your thoughts to lovely unholy places. The times you had played before were just… precise. You could disconnect and let her guide you.
“Okay,” you barely whisper.
She smiles and lowers herself to kiss you. She’s tender and sweet, but just before breaking the kiss she nibs at your lower lip; a promise of what’s to come.
You sit up and face her.
“Do you remember our safe word, pet?”
“Maroon.” The answer comes with certainty.
“Let us begin, then. Come stand in front of me,” she commands.
You get up and walk around the bed until she’s in front of you, still sitting on the edge, but now leaning back on her hands.
“Strip.”
Gulping, you start to take off your clothes under her predatory gaze, remaining only in your underwear. She beacons you forward with her finger and you oblige, standing mere centimeters away from her body. Her cold hands grab your waist, causing you to gasp, and so she starts gently kissing your stomach. You close your eyes while her lips graze your skin. Your own hands move to rest on her shoulders, but she clicks her tongue making you look back at her.
“None of that. I haven’t given you permission, have I?” she asks.
“No, mistress.”
Her nails dig into your flesh and she drags her hands to your front nearing your panties, leaving welts in their wake.
“Kneel.”
You obey, always maintaining eye contact as you know she likes. Your breathing is hitched and your skin prickled. Although Zelda doesn’t tower much above you in your current position, it feels like she is much taller. The confidence she exudes just by the way she carries herself is impressive and draws you in even more.
One of her hands cups your face again, this time her thumb caresses your lips until she presses lightly, stirring you to open them. It comes into your mouth, grazing the teeth and slowly pushing down on your tongue. You couldn't help the latter twitching against her finger, feeling it.
“Such a beautiful pet,” the woman praises, making you blush and press your thighs with need. “Do you want to make your mistress happy?”
You nod in response and see her grin widen.
“Always so eager to please.”
She takes her thumb out of your mouth and grabs your face, making you keep your mouth open as she applies pressure on either side with her fingers. You can feel her thumb wet with your saliva on your cheek. She tilts your head so that you look up and then she leans forward, her hair falling and brushing your skin.
“Keep looking at me,” is what she whispers just before producing enough saliva and letting it fall into your mouth.
You sense it on your tongue, but you don’t swallow. Not without her saying.
Zelda releases your face, now grabbing you by the neck.
“Swallow, sweetheart."
Happily obeying her order you swallow and open your mouth again, sticking out your tongue.
Her pupils are blown wide and just when you think she’s going to spit again, instead she lowers her face so close to yours that your cheeks brush.
“Such a needy little thing,” she whispers in your ear low enough to make you tremble. “You’ll be satisfied soon enough.”
She pulls herself back and stands up. You almost complain while you watch the older witch circle the bed and sit in a chair on the far corner of the room, arranging it to face the bed directly.
“I want you to lie down on the bed and touch yourself.”
Her words make your thighs clench.
“But I want you to touch me.” You whine in protest.
The change in her demeanour is instant. The redhead smirks and lays back on the chair, resting her head on her hand.
“And since when do we do what you want, pet? You should be more careful with that tongue of yours, it won’t take you far if you keep on like this.”
The power of her threat being enough for you to bite your tongue and head to the bed. After organising the pillows to properly prop your back so you could also face her, you lay there with your legs open.
“Go on.”
Eager fingers start to trace gentle paths all over your belly, lighting your senses. They trail down to your thighs and then back up to your breasts, circling your areolas. Minutes pass where you only tease yourself with featherlike touches until your restraint starts to fade. Feeling her gaze on you is like an aphrodisiac. You place some fingers from your right hand in your mouth and then some from your left, covering them with saliva, and then start pinching your nipples, letting out a satisfied sigh. You alternate between pinching and squeezing your breasts.
“Come on, darling, don’t be shy now.”
Blushing, you look into her sharp eyes as you guide your dominant hand past your mound directly to your core, finding a considerate amount of fluid. Gathering some, you start teasing your cl*t and can’t help but moan. Slow and broad circles keep you on the edge while you feel her stare. Your other hand keeps massaging your breast while you pleasure yourself. You pick up the pace, now with slow circles and more pressure, but it’s not nearly enough.
“Please…?”
The question comes out as a pathetic whine, but you do not care how you sound, you just know you need her.
“Please, what?” Her tone almost feigning ignorance.
“Please, mistress, I need you to touch me.”
You don’t stop your ministrations as she approaches you. She places herself between your legs, spreading them wider. You follow mesmerised as she takes the hand that was entertaining your cl*t and leads two of your fingers into her mouth. She hums and it sends electric waves all through your body. You feel her tongue rasping your digits while sucking them and finally, when she pulls them out, she tries to coat them with saliva.
“You were doing so well. Keep it up for me, okay?” She praises while guiding your hand with hers to your cl*t.
You resume the teasing and feel her own hand slipping further down, fingers taunting your entrance.With an evil glint in her green eyes you watch as she, once again, let's spit fall from her mouth to her fingers and adding that to your own moisture she thrusts two of her fingers into you with no resistance. Zelda smiles as she leans in and hovers over you. Your eyes meet and she starts fingering you, making you fall into a pool of pure pleasure whilst lewd sounds fill the room.
The older witch finally leans down to your neglected breast and starts licking, nibbing and then sucking your nipple. A desperate whine is heard while you focus on holding onto the sheets. She quickens her movements and you do the same, getting closer to your release.
“Can I come? Please, mistress, I’m gonna-”
“Yes.”
Accompanied with her response, she curves her fingers to your front wall. That’s when you arch your back, crying out her name and cumming on her fingers.
You’re left with trembling legs, still feeling the waves of your climax. Zelda kisses you softly and she slowly pulls out from you. You stare at her through your post-org*smic haze and see her licking your pleasure off of her fingers.
“Need another one, pet? Or are you relaxed enough?” Her question causes you to chuckle.
Once more, the mattress caves under her weight right next to you as she sits down. Turning your head to the side, green eyes meet yours and you sigh with contempt.
“I think that was it. But I do have a request.”
“Well?”
“I’d love for you to stay the night.”
She’d never slept in your cabin. Until this moment, she always went back to her house for the night and you had never really asked her to stay. But today you needed her. Zelda Spellman is your partner for hell’s sake.
“Then that’s what I will do.”
She leans in to kiss your forehead and your heart flutters.
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