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wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure

To say Jade is displeased would be an understatement. It's not that he cares about this detention tarnishing his record, no. He doesn't really care about his record. What he does care about is how it cuts into his studying time. He had just come across a particularly fascinating snippet on the nature of death and the soul...

(And besides, those Hufflepuffs had started it with their incessant chattering. They're like a less annoying version of Saphir, and nobody had ever really objected when he hexed Saphir. And it's not like he used a serious hex; he just sealed and removed their mouths. Easily reversible, if they knew what they were doing - and knew how to use nonverbal spells.

After all, what kind of first-year doesn't know how to use nonverbal spells?)

But someone had taken offense to his hex, and now he finds himself trudging to Professor Rammsteiner's office, growing increasingly irritated at the loss of his study time. From what he's heard of detentions, they usually entail doing useless, mundane tasks easily accomplished with a little creative wandwork. He's thought about ignoring Professor Rammsteiner's orders more than once, but he's also been told that it would just lead to more detentions and thus a bigger waste of time.

Oh well. He's here now. With one last irritated sigh, he raises his hand to the door and knocks.

"Professor Rammsteiner? This is Jade Curtiss."

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Jade watches, wishing he is the one under Professor Eichel instead, but knowing better than to demand Professor Eichel tend to him. He tries to make himself comfortable, but as the seconds drag past, he's more and more aware of the ache between his legs, the wetness soaking through his robe and into the bed. He wants to be fucked, with an urgency that leaves him tense and breathless.

But there's nothing he can do except watch. It's probably a form of punishment. Professor Rammsteiner seems so eager, willingly presenting himself, and Professor Eichel seems to reward that eagerness. He doesn't waste any time in thrusting into Professor Rammsteiner, and Jade's breath leaves him in a low hiss as he watches Professor Eichel sink into his former student.

His fingers curl into the bedsheets as his hips shift, unconsciously searching for friction, for something to fill him up. In the end, he decides to satisfy himself - although perhaps it's less a decision than an act of instinct. His slips one hand under his robe, fingers teasing at the rim of his own hole. Even that much is enough to make his breath catch.

Heine stays quiet while Eichel eases into him, his cock easily fitting inside his body after he'd been reamed so fully by the tentacles. His mouth falls open. He gasps softly, staying in the same position even as Eichel begins to fuck him. The movement and impact makes the clutch of eggs in his belly shift, the moving weight stretching and putting further strain on his body. But it's good. It's all good and he's doing what he's meant to.

Eichel speeds up for a few seconds, fucking him hard before slowing down and luxuriating in the feeling of Heine loose and wet around him. He looks up at the sound of Jade's gasp. For a second he stops, hilted completely in Heine and feeling the slick all over Heine's ass and thighs touching his skin, just watching.

"What is it, Jade?" he asks after a moment. He's smiling as he pulls back and then fucks into Heine again, keeping eye contact with Jade over his bent over body even through the filthy noise of his cock moving in and out of Heine's ass.

He shakes his head wordlessly, not wanting to give voice to his desires. Not that he has to. His back bows as he slides his own fingers into himself, starting with three, and it's enough to drive another low gasp from him. Immediately, he can feel the slick coating his walls, his fingers, the top of his thighs...

But it's not enough. Frustration darkens his eyes as he looks at Professor Eichel. He's fucking himself with his fingers in slow, firm thrusts, curling his digits to get in deep.

It's good, but it's nothing compared to actually being fucked. Still, it's the best he's going to get for the moment.

Eichel watches—he can't not. Beneath him Heine is moaning softly into the sheets, but the sight of Jade simply thrusting his fingers into himself over and over, clearly desperate and yet unwilling to say it in so many words arouses him even further. Eichel groans.

"Have you been practicing?" he asks. His smile is less certain now, giving way to an expression of almost hunger as he shifts his weight to get almost on top of Heine. In the changed position he's pounding Heine into the bed when he begins moving again. And still, he looks at Jade, only shutting his eyes in the moments as he comes deep inside Heine. Climax crests over him all too soon. Eichel digs his fingers into Heine's hip and side to hold him in place as his come fills Heine further and seeps in, coating the eggs.

He pulls out to finish himself off, careful to leave as much come as he can inside Heine. When he's done he simply falls back to sit on the surface of the bed, catching his breath.

Jade doesn't respond, except to stretch and flex his fingers, spreading his legs further open. His hips can't as he starts to ride his own fingers. It's not the most comfortable of positions, and he thinks about moving to hands and knees instead, but that would mean taking his eyes off his teachers.

He matches the rhythm of his movements to Professor Eichel's thrusts, trying to imagine that it's the older man fucking into him instead, but that only sends a fresh wave of frustration coursing through him. He's so, so close to getting what he wants, only for it to be denied to him.

When Professor Eichel finishes and slumps back, Jade pauses for a moment. His thighs are starting to tremble with strain, slick covering the back of them in a glistening layer. His head is spinning.

With a hoarse noise, he shifts forwards on his knees to get to Professor Eichel's side. It doesn't even matter if Professor Eichel can't - or won't - fuck him yet; right now, he just wants someone's hands on him.

Heine's been aware the entire time, but not moving. His mind is a blur of carnal satisfaction and a pleasure even deeper, utterly fulfilling. He's done well. He's been bred. Bent over with his stomach full and heavy of eggs, soaking wet between his legs and so hard that he's dripping on his old professor's bed, Heine breathes slowly and has to think about nothing.

Eichel laughs again, but it's indulgent. "Come here," he urges, opening his arms to Jade. He reaches out and ruffles his hair before running his hand over his shoulder and back once he gets close, down to his ass.

Cupping the curve of his ass, Eichel squeezes once and lets his hand slip in the slick over to his ass. Even though his whole body is still tired out, he can at least do this for Jade. He circles just his fingertips around the rim of his hole, increasing pressure but not penetrating him just yet.

Professor Eichel's hand ruffling through his hair is such an affectionate gesture, especially when compared to everything else; Jade isn't sure what to make of it. So he simply ignores it, pressing himself close, still on hands and knees as he climbs into Professor Eichel's lap.

The first touch of Professor Eichel's hand against his skin is enough to draw a shaky moan from Jade. His hand fists at the bedsheets as he tries to hold himself still, trying to resist the all-consuming urge to press his hips backwards and force Professor Eichel's fingers to sink into him. He can be patient. Disciplined. This is just another of Professor Eichel's games - or lessons, it's hard to tell the difference between them - he just has to bear with it until Professor Eichel decides to indulge him properly.

He's vaguely aware of Professor Rammsteiner's presence, hovering at the periphery of his vision. Every fiber of his body aches to join him, to be fucked and bred until every single egg inside him is properly tended to.

For the moment Eichel is gentle. He rubs the flat of his fingers over his hole, the motion even and measured. He can easily feel how wet Jade is, even without him pushing his hips back instinctively. Every time he does, Eichel lets his fingers slide in an inch or so, pretending he doesn't notice, before drawing his hand back again.

"Just a few minutes," he says. For a moment he's quiet, before he laughs briefly and adds, "Next time, don't let him pull you into the water as well, hm?"

As entertaining as this is, he would prefer Jade in better shape. But for now he'll just take advantage of it. Lying back, he tugs Jade by the hips to straddle him. Even if he isn't hard yet, he supposes he can let Jade just grind against him for now.

The first time Professor Eichel's fingers slip into him with nonchalant ease, Jade feels his spine grow rigid, pleasure shocking through him.

The next time it happens, he moans out loud, his hips lifting instinctively in a (fruitless) attempt to get those fingers deeper into him.

But absorbed in the moment as he is, he still hasn't entirely lost his grip on rational thought. At Professor Eichel's words, Jade's eyes snap up to meet his, a small frown creasing his face.

"How did you - " - know what happened back there, he's about to say, but he interrupts himself in a low gasp as he's pulled down.

He's still wearing his school robes, even if they're a dishevelled mess, half-open and parts of them soaked through with the slick that drips from him. But the voluminous fabric still presents an obstacle between his body and Professor Eichel's. Impatiently, Jade tries to pull his robes off, grinding against Professor Eichel as he does.

Eichel doesn't reply. (Jade had wanted so much from him, it hadn't been difficult to slop in more and more suggestion every time without his notice.) Instead he touches Jade's face and pulls him down for a kiss, open-mouthed and hot, sure that it will distract him. He takes off his own clothes and leaves Jade to struggle in his own damp ones, simply stroking his hands over his body.

"Make me hard again," he says. It won't take much. Though he isn't affected the way Jade and Heine are, there's a faint sweet smell he can just detect from the slick. The simple sight of Jade's eagerness, too, encourages him.

His mind is whiting out with pleasure again, as he gives himself over entirely to Professor Eichel's touch, opening up to him without hesitation. Finally, he gets his robes over his head and off his body, leaving them carelessly to one side, somewhere out of the way.

(But even as he immerses himself in the moment, his mind latches onto that little moment of suspicion, tucking it away to be studied later.)

He doesn't want to leave Professor Eichel, but he also knows Professor Eichel enjoys it when he uses his mouth. Reluctantly, he leaves Professor Eichel's lap, staying on hands and knees with his hips raised in a silent plea. He huffs a soft breath over Professor Eichel's cock and nuzzles at the base, trying to gauge how sensitive he still is.

He's close to getting hard again. Eichel's hips twitch upwards even at a breath. Running his hand over Jade's hair, Eichel takes a moment before taking a gentle grip to keep him in place as he grinds up against his cheek.

Heine's slick is still all over him, along with a few traces of his own come. Eichel sighs out at the sensation as his cock begins to fill out and harden again.

"Just a little more," he murmurs, gaze tracing over Jade's expression, down his back to his raised hips. "When did you go down to the pool?" he asks, almost idly.

"Just - before we came here," Jade mutters, shifting restlessly. With his face this close to the leftover traces of slick and come, it's a struggle to focus on speaking. Greedily, he runs his tongue up along the shaft of his teacher's cock, trying to coax it to full hardness again.

"What was that thing anyway?" He asks absently, his natural sense of curiosity managing to shine through the haze of lust.

"A relative of the kraken." Eichel makes no move to help Jade, but he doesn't really need to. Nor does he elaborate further on the underground pool where they'd been keeping the creature. Once he's ready to go again, he nudges Jade to lift his head and turn around on his hands and knees. At the same time he finally takes pity and tells Heine to move; his former student's legs are starting to shake.

As Eichel settles between Jade's legs, hands roaming all over his skin to feel him, palm grazing over his cock, Heine lies down on his side. He curls around his stomach, one arm wrapped around it as if to protect, his eyes still glazed over. He doesn't look over. Even as Eichel takes up a similar position as before and pushes into Jade with a low groan of pleasure, Heine doesn't stir at all.

For the moment the pace Eichel sets is slow and measured. He pulls back, thrusts forward. Despite the easy pace the slap of his hips against Jade's ass is loud, amplified by his wetness.

Getting on his hands and knees feels right. Being under Professor Eichel feels even more right, and Jade barely notices the light touch against his leaking cock, too busy thinking about being fucked and filled.

There's just the briefest of pauses before Professor Eichel thrusts into him, but that moment is enough to wind Jade up, and he's tense and trembling when he's finally filled. A quiet noise escapes him, half pleasure and half desperation, and he buries his face into the bedsheets to muffle any further noises. Professor Eichel's sent surrounds him in a dizzying haze, and he pushes his hips even further up, hoping to get more than this easy, measured pace.

Despite Jade's obvious eagerness, Eichel doesn't indulge him. At least not at first. He holds on tightly to Jade's hips as he rocks against him, simply enjoying. His insides feel so warm and wet. There's certainly not enough tightness to get much friction, but the sensation of his walls struggling to tense is good too.

"You did well," Eichel remarks. "Thank you for bringing yourself to me. You and Heine. I was... worried." Even as he speaks he keeps fucking into Jade. Eichel begins to pull Jade back into his every thrust, encouraging him to move his hips on his own.

It's a struggle to focus, but it's always worth listening when Professor Eichel has something to say. Groggily, Jade lifts his head. "Worried...?"

Professor Eichel's next thrust forces a soft gasp from him. Jade's fingers dig into the bedsheets, not needing any encouragement to push his hips back in and try meet every one of Professor Eichel's thrusts.

"Yes," Eichel confirms, and then is quiet for a few minutes as he focuses on driving himself as deep as he can into Jade. The creature must have fucked him so wide. The thought of it has Eichel groaning deep in his chest before he reins himself back in and lets Jade do most of the work.

"You come back here next time too. It's the easiest way."

"N-next time..." He doesn't want a 'next time', he thinks hazily. Does he? But he had felt so good - had he? - ever since that first egg had settled into his belly, and now he feels better still, as he kneels on the bed and grinds back against Professor Eichel the best he can, thoughts of riding him swimming hazily through his mind.

He buries his face in the sheets again, back arching, stomach aching and swollen. Professor Eichel is forcing him to work for his own pleasure, and while Jade can't say he's pleased about that, he doesn't protest beyond a frustrated little noise. Demands don't tend to work well when it comes to Professor Eichel. Instead, he draws in a slow breath (shifting a little when that just fills his head with Professor Eichel's scent again), trying to calm himself.

"Please, more - " He mutters, just shy of inaudible. His hips lift again, and he tenses, trying to squeeze around Professor Eichel's cock.

"Next time," Eichel repeats. He rests a hand on the small of Jade's back as he arches. "Isn't it good?"

He supposes it must, with the way Jade is reacting. No matter how hard Jade tries, he can't get much tighter than he is currently. It doesn't bother Eichel, though. After a moment of just enjoying the sight of Jade trying to work his cock, he takes action again, moving up over him and bracing his weight with his arms before he begins to thrust into Jade once more. He doesn't bother being gentle, and there's an animalistic quality to the sex; he's half-crouched over Jade as he fucks into him, each thrust unstoppable.

He muffles another noise into the bedsheets when he feels a sudden shift, Professor Eichel still inside him, but on top of him now as well, his solid weight pressing down on Jade's smaller frame.

This is how it should be. He's biting at the sheets now, rumpling them as his fingers claw at the fabric, needing some release for the pleasure that floods through his whole body, setting his nerves alight. Being used properly is satisfying like nothing else is; his cock is hard and aching between his legs, and it feels like it's growing harder still, with each thrust that jostles him forward despite his best attempts to meet Professor Eichel's thrusts, so he can be bred properly.

Even if Jade tries to rock back against him or respond, Eichel just fucks him, focusing on nothing but the pleasure for himself. It's markedly odd to have someone be so loose, but it isn't unpleasant. There's a strange sort of enjoyment in it, even, the fact that Jade is so open he takes every thrust with ease.

Eichel comes without much more effort, spilling inside Jade and seeding the eggs that are buried within him. After he pulls out, Eichel shakes himself off inside Jade's gaping entrance. He pats him on the back.

"Stay like that for a minute," he directs. He glances over at Heine, but Heine is still sunk into some odd stupor, breathing shallowly and blinking from time to time. He doesn't have to worry about the Imperius Curse keeping hold, it seems

He barely has the presence of mind to register Professor Eichel's words, but he stays anyway, an odd sort of satisfaction creeping over him. It doesn't matter that he feels loose and sore, that his cock is still hard; he has no reason to move now that he's been properly fucked. No, more than that, he has no reason to move when Professor Eichel had explicitly directed him not to. Jade closes his eyes and feels the tension seep out of his body, his mind going pleasantly blank.

The semen inside Jade, inside Heine, is sinking through the soft shells of the eggs, permeating deep through the multiple clutches. Heine can feel it instinctively. The eggs have been fertilized. He's completed his duty, and his eyes are closed in satisfaction.

Eichel slips off the bed to clean himself up. When he returns, he passes a hand over Heine's stomach, pressing lightly to feel that the eggs have grown slightly larger inside his body. The ones Jade is carrying have a while yet, but Heine's must be about ready to be laid.

But he can still wait. Eichel sits back down and pats Jade unceremoniously on the behind. "You can lie down," he says. "Tell me when you feel ready."

He'll know when he is.

Ready. He doesn't even have to ask what he'll be ready for - he knows already.

Obediently, he moves to lie on his side, his mind still drifting, preoccupied by the feeling of slick of his skin and the fullness of his stomach rather than his usual plots and calculations. But he does end up asking a question: "You want to watch when that happens?"

He tilts his head up a little, watching Professor Eichel from where he's lying on the bed. He doesn't really understand he appeal, but that's just one more thing he doesn't understand about Professor Eichel. He has a long list, and it grows all the time.

Professor Rammsteiner is so much simpler.

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