Black Gratification Part 7

My final day before the school year officially begins. Today the new first year students arrive via ostentatious airship ride. The second years and above don’t return until tomorrow evening when the first years are assigned to their teams. This evening I move into the staff accommodations, assigned a shift to keep an eye on the first years camping in the school cafeteria. A strange choice for the school’s intake arrangements but after the pit meeting room I pay less attention to the nonsense. I haven’t the influence to alter such things as a new hire, nor do I have the inclination to fix the problems with the school in the first place. My role isn’t to make the school a better place. The role I will be playing is that of the dutiful teacher filling students’ heads with knowledge they will need for their future careers.

Honestly, my true motive isn’t even all that different. That of the lascivious teacher, filling the female students’ bodies with cum and skills they will need for their future as cock-hungry sluts. Salem be damned, I’ll be doing that whether I follow her lead or not.

For now, for my last day that is entirely my own I chose to spend it doting on the future mother of what will probably be my first child. Summer naked, held possessively in my arms. For she is nothing if not mine at this point. I enjoy the little squeaks she makes as I gently toy with her pussy, her little jerks of surprise when I choose to tease the most sensitive parts of her womanhood.  “Master,” she breaths with a voice filled with lament, but she doesn’t say more.

“Come now, pet,” I whisper in her ear, “You can speak. We won’t see each other as much from now on after all.”

She lets out a discontented whine. “Master... Summer doesn’t want you to go. Summer will be alone!”

“Shh, shh, shh!” I hush her gently, “You know I have to go. But I’ll still come see you. Of course I will!” My other hand settles on her lower belly, right above her womb. “I have to look after my child, don’t I? How does it feel to be an expecting mother?”

She’s silent for a handful of seconds. Then hums with a relaxed sort of happiness. “It feels... Warm. All the time. Right. Like... Like this is what Summer is for and everything is right with the world.”

“It is, pet,” I assure her, kissing her shoulder. “You were born to be a mother. I have it on good authority that you’re the best a daughter could ask for. And when I go to Beacon, I’ll show your daughters the same joy you’re feeling right now.”

“Master will bring them home?” Summer asks hopefully. “Summer wants them to meet their half sibling.”

“I will, in due time. Who knows? By the time that happens they might be carrying your grandchildren.” Her head tilts back at that, content to bask in that wonderful potential future. “You know what you have to do while I’m gone?”

“Yes Master, Summer will make all the arrangements.”

“Good girl.”

-(-)-

Watching over the first years during the night was a dull and frustrating affair. As the newest hire I was saddled with the worst shift, taking over from Port in the wee hours of the morning and handing the job off to Oobleck the coffee fiend just before dawn. Hours to myself doing essentially nothing important and with all my other work pushed aside for the sake of being a professor until I settle into my position, I was left with nothing else. Just staring at a few dozen mostly young women sleeping away. It would have been so easy to bend one to my will during those hours. Just pick any of the faunus girls and watch her fall head over heels in lust with me. Spend my shift in a much more enjoyable way.

But, James Moriarty is a patient man. It would have been too risky to do something like that so openly and so early. After my first week of classes every female student in the school is likely to have a certain fondness for me. That is a much better position from which to start my work.

And so the night passed without incident, Oobleck took over and I was allowed a little more rest before watching over the initiation.

So here I am. Sitting on a rock with one leg propped up. Essentially doing nothing. Again. Except instead of watching over beautiful women in repose, I watch a forest. Of which I see trees and grass.

I hear a rustling sound moments before seeing a pair of young women, one blond and build like a tank, the other with blue hair and of a slender build. Hm. The now much more feminine DL of Team CRDL. They look up at me in surprise then confusion. “Now, what might it mean that you found your way to me, someone clearly not a student of this academy?” I ask them.

“That... We... Went the wrong way?” Sky asks me.

“Was that a question or an answer?”

“We went the wrong way.”

I nod, but don’t vocalise the confirmation. “And what should you do now?”

The two girls look at each other. “Go a different-? Go a different way.”

“Atta girl.” I raise one hand and shoo them away. “Better get moving.”

I don’t make an effort to watch them go. What I just did was being nice. Technically speaking if they got this far of course that they found one of the observing professors they should have been failed. But, I’d quite like all of the canon cast to be present if possible even if they aren’t quite the same people as the ones I once knew.

My scroll beeps on my hip, prompting me to tap the answer button on it. “James, we have a pair in need of rescue near your location,” speaks Glynda’s voice. Alright, that requires opening the scroll. On the screen I get a look a live feed of two women getting harassed by a pack of beowulves.

“Aerial view?” I ask. Glynda is quick enough to bring the camera droid up and over the treeline, giving me a more exact location. “On my way.” Well, that’s a shame. These two I’ll definitely have to fail. Rushing through the trees calculation activates, providing me with the most direct and convenient path to get to the hapless would-have-been students. I can hear the sounds of battle and desperate shouts. The ever-odd sound of aura breaking. My rifle comes up, I can’t even see my target yet but I already know I’ll hit before pulling the trigger.

Bang!

Two yelps for two targets hit at once, one fatally, the other only maimed. Three forward leaps puts me in view of the fight, my rifle coming up again to put a hole in one of the still standing Grimm. Three left. One of the students is still standing, taking on another of the monsters, the other student is down and cowering with broken aura if I’m not mistaken. I jump over her and bring the butt of my rifle around to smash a wolf’s head in, turn it back around and blow the Grimm’s brains out from below. Another shot to hobble and then kill the next. I take a moment to watch the other girl try to fight, but shake my head and put down her opponent myself.

The downed girl pats herself down shocked to still be alive, then looks up at me in awe. “You saved me!”

“I’m afraid so,” I offer with sympathy.

“What? I don’t–” Understanding dawns slowly as she really looks at me and realises who I am. What my intervention means. “Oh.”

“Come on,” I offer her a hand and then a shoulder to lean on when I see how unsteady she is. “Let’s get you two back to the school.”

“I don’t understand,” the other girl objects, “We haven’t got the relic yet.”

“Sandra, we failed,” the girl on my shoulder explains, tired and morose. “We weren’t good enough.”

“But... But I went to combat school. I’ve been training for this all my life!”

A pity. If I had empathy her despair my heart would probably go out to her. But at least I can pretend. Though looking at her now, as well as her would-be partner, they both follow the huntress mould of being eights at worst. One with short dark hair and bright blue eyes, short but curvy in all the right places. The other with a curtain of blond hair, green eyes, tall and willowy. “Come now,” I try to soothe as I beckon the blonde into following, “It isn’t the end of the world. You can always train and try again next year. Let’s get back to the school and we can talk about your options. I’m sure there are plenty of options for work for women like yourselves until you’re ready to try again.”

Yes indeed. Plenty of options. But I’m sure they’ll choose the right one. Just have to send a couple of messages first, get things moving.

That’s more or less the last interesting part of initiation for me. No more rescue requests come my way, though I know Port had to deal with a couple. In the end, ten teams. Most are about as interesting as the shadows they were once depicted as, the main teams forming exactly as they did before. Team RWBY, Team JNPR and Team CRDL, three teams of exclusively women. All of them my targets. The next great hope for humanity and all of them will end up begging for my touch.

But for now... I have another opportunity to take advantage of.

The second year dorms are rather busy as one might expect. They were all moving back in today while the first years were dealing with initiation. So now that they’re done with the first assembly and watching the new teams form, the older students have gotten right back to getting reacquainted with their friends after the break. I notice a couple of them quickly hide certain substances as they see me approach, not that I would care to call them on it if they hadn’t. No, my attention is focused solely on the team who, by the look of their locked door, aren’t interested in the festivities.

A quick rap on Team CFVY’s door soon gets me a disapproving look from a girl who appears to wear sunglasses to bed. “Yeah?”

“Coco Adel, I presume?” I ask, hands behind my back. She nods, frowning. “My name is James Moriarty, your new law and procedure professor.”

She blinks as she looks over her sunglasses at me. “What happened to Prof Tanner?”

I make a show of grimacing. “He... Did not return from a mission, I’m afraid.”

“Really?” she asks, appearing genuinely sad to hear the news. “Man, that sucks. He seemed like a pretty stand up guy. So what do you need, Prof Moriarty?” She grimaces at the name. I assume because it defies shortening.

“I was hoping to speak to your teammate, Velvet Scarlatina?”

She nods and raises a finger, “Gimme a minute,” then closes the door.

I can hear muffled voices on the other side. Near a literal minute later a clearly hastily dressed rabbit faunus appears. None of the exertion of intimate moments so I assume she was just already in her pyjamas when I arrived and had to change back. “Y-Yes?”

“Ah, Miss Scarlatina,” I greet her. “My name is Professor Moriarty, your new procedures professor. I just wanted to speak to you about your appearance on the rolls for both my first and second year classes.”

“Oh,” she shrinks a little, rubbing her arm. “I... I had a family emergency about halfway through last year. I missed too much coursework to move on, but they’re letting me stay with my team so long as I complete the work for both years.”

My eyebrows raise. “My word, that is quite commendable dedication to your team I must say. Is this for all of your classes?”

“All but combat class with Professor Goodwitch, and field projects for Professor Peach,” she answers with a nod.

“Hm, that sounds like quite the daunting course load.”

“I’ll do it,” she affirms, not out of being sure of herself but out of determination to succeed.

“Well spoken,” I praise her and enjoy the sight of her flushed face. Old Moriarty was right, with faunus it feels like cheating. “In that case I have a proposition if you’re willing to hear it. I am rather new to teaching as you might imagine. So since you have already done a significant portion of the first year material, how would you like to be my assistant for my first year class?”

“A-Assistant?” she stammers in surprise.

“Yes, it wouldn’t be too taxing. Merely assisting me during classes, grading papers. Ah, naturally I would grade yours myself, mind you,” I joke and appreciate the smile I get for it. “And in those times I would also be able to assist you should you find yourself struggling with the material. Not that I doubt your dedication or aptitude, but I would hate to see a promising young huntress fall behind due to unfortunate circumstances.”

“I... That sounds brilliant!” she beams at me. “Would it really be okay?”

“Of course! I wouldn’t make the offer otherwise.”

“In that case I’d be happy to!” she cheers, bouncing forward to hug me. “Thank you thank you thank you!” She pulls back, only to cling to me one more time. “I’ll make sure to not waste the opportunity professor!”

I smile back at her. Neither will I.

-(-)-

I look at my work, and I see that it is good. Glynda Goodwitch, her arms bound to a horizontal bar I had her fix in place for this specific purpose. She has to bend over to be comfortable because of how low down she fixed it, showing off her luscious backside and thighs. The ball-gag in her mouth keeps her voice down to discontented grunts and murmurs. Meanwhile I stand over her, her riding crop in hand as I trail it down the side of her face. “My word you look beautiful like this.”

Her skin flushes a pretty pink, out of shame or appreciation or both. A slight trickle of saliva runs from her lips and on instinct she catches it with her semblance–

Smack!

“Nnnnh!” the whines at the stinging sensation as the crop strikes across her hanging tits.

“What did we say?” I ask rhetorically, waving the crop in front of her face. “No semblance. Bad witches get punished.” I reach out, slowly caressing her bound breasts, soothing away the sting of her own weapon. It can’t do any real damage but pain is pain. “Are you going to be a good witch?”

“Nn! Nn-hn!” she nods, her head rolling as she tries to lean into my hand on her chest.

“That’s right, you’re my good witch. You don’t have to worry about anything now, no need to be in control. Just let me take over and I’ll make you feel good.”

“Nnnnnn...”

Glynda really is the best. A strong, powerful woman. A woman who takes no shit from anyone, always in perfect control of the room no matter what. Obsessed with being seen with respect, admiration, obeyed no matter what. So of course what she wants deep down is to not carry that burden for a while. To let someone else take control. To give her the chance to submit.

And that’s precisely what she does for me. The man who can let her feel calm, feel safe, all the while needing more of him. Before long, she’ll need me. Crave me. Just a moment in my presence will be a highlight of her day.

But for now? For now I massage her body, working for her pleasure even in her submissive state. Whenever her neuroses act up, when I get a hint of her semblance doing something, fixing some imperfection, I make sure to punish her for it. Swats across her back, on her buttocks, her thighs. Just to get the message across over and over again. She isn’t, doesn’t need to be in control right now. Because I am. And I’ll take care of her. Because I will.

Before long she’s good and soaked, rivulets of her juices running down her thighs which only causes her to act up more. It doesn’t take much for her to start associating her punishment with good feelings, of ceding control like she always wanted. After a while, even when I force her to focus on how much of a mess she is down here, running my finger along her thigh to scoop up her juices, she doesn’t flinch. Her semblance stays quiet. All the response I get is the pleading wiggle of her ass in my faces, begging me.

“You’ve been a good witch, haven’t you?”

“Nn-hnnnn!” she half-moans through her gag.

“Does my witch want her reward?”

“Nnnnn!” she nods, her backside gyrates as much as it can trying to get my attention.

“Alright, you’ve earned it.”

Her folds part around my cock, bullied open by inhuman girth. “Nnnnn!” she squeals in pleasure as more and more thick meat pushes into her absolutely flooded cunt with a wet squelch. Her body shakes, wanting to move more than she can-

Smack!

“NNNN!”

“Only good witches get what they want!” I scold her, the crop coming down on her ass as I pull out of her now gaping, twitching pussy as it tries to squeeze down on the wonderful cock that is no longer there. “Do you want it?!”

“Nnn! Nn-hn!”

“Are you going to be bad again?”

“Nn-nn! Nn-nn!” she shakes her head furiously, trying to look back at me with pleading eyes.

“If you decide to be a bad girl again, there’ll be real punishment,” I warn her, sinking into her folds once again.

“Nnnnn...”

It’s a promise I don’t need to fulfil as I sink deeper and deeper into her cunt, further than should really be possible as my frankly ridiculous cock invades her insides. Her body having to make room inside her for me to fit, her belly swelling as Glynda gets packed overfull with cock. All she can do is take it, bent over and presented like a plaything, used like an object. And her moans and groans of pleasure, the futile attempts of her pussy to squeeze down on my shaft, they prove just how much she loves every second of it.

I fuck her deep. In slow, thorough strokes, rapid thrusts, powerful slams, I use her body as my cocksleeve. Taking what I want from her body. If it weren’t exactly what she wants, it would probably be selfish. But I am giving her something as part of this. Not even just a parade of guilty but intense orgasms. No, as I bury my cock as deep insider her as I can go, as I flood her womb with an absurd amount of cum, enough to bloat her already swelled belly, I make sure I’m leaving her with a little something extra. A joy I’ve given only one other woman so far.

“Nnnnnn...” she moans through her gag as she feels the hot seed pool inside her deepest place. Followed by a sound that might be what laughter sounds like through a ball gag.

Inch by inch I withdraw my cock from her abused hole, watching in fascination as my cum dribbles out of her gaping pussy.

“Nn! Nn nn nn!”

I look to her and by the look in her eyes I think playtime is over for now. I reach forward to unfasten the ball gag. “Untie me please?” she requests. Not demands. And that’s why I comply, unbinding her arms from the bar and letting her stand. Or try to stand but her legs fail her, forcing me to catch her and support her. “M-my weapon?” she asks. I hand it over and she uses it first to clean up the mess of cum staining her bedroom floor, then her leaking pussy, then the bar she was tied to.

Then she gives me back her weapon. And I can’t help but smile as I lead her to her own bed, pulling her into it for a bit of cuddle time. My arms wrapped around my witch. One hand stroking her lower belly just as I did for Summer a couple of days ago.

Even as tired as she is, she still looks back at me crossly. “I get the feeling you’re thinking something you shouldn’t.”

“I was thinking how beautiful you will look while pregnant.”

Her eyes widen for an instant, before she shakes her head laughing. “Thinking something ridiculous then. I would be a nightmare as a mother.”

“Oh, I’m sure with a stabilising influence you would do just fine,” I assure her.

Calculation activates, just so I can make sure I read her reactions right. She very clearly considers it for a moment, then frowns and looks away. Most likely she decided it is far too soon for that sort of conversation.

Not like I need it to be a conversation. She is already bred, she just doesn’t know it yet.

“Oh, come now, I can just imagine your belly growing large with child,” I prod, my hands rising to palm her breasts, “Your breasts swelling with milk-”

She gently swats my hands away as I laugh, “They’re quite large enough, thank you.”

“Fine, fine,” I surrender, settling back into cuddles as she wiggles into a comfortable position against me. “Oh, I should probably mention. I decided to take a student on as a teaching assistant for my first year class. Velvet Scarlatina?”

“Scarla- Oh,” she realises, recognises the name. “Yes, that was a shame that she had to give up on classes. She’s quite talented, but life has a tendency of getting in the way.”

“Yes, I think I’ll be able to keep her abreast of her extra coursework.” I laugh to myself. “She was so grateful for the offer. Utterly adorable.”

Narrowed eyes look up at me. “Are you thinking about something you shouldn’t again?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” The words come out a lie, and while I could lie fantastically, I choose not to. Test the waters. I want to see how far gone she is.

I try not to grin as she sighs. “Hmph. She’s a grown woman, she can make her own choices. Just don’t get caught by the other staff. And don’t get her pregnant. She’s been held back enough as it is.”

How far gone is she?

Very. The answer is very.

This is going to be fun.