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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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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.

Eichel is leaning back against the headboard, hands clasped loosely in his lap, and tilts his head slightly at the question. "I have to." To make sure that it goes well. The way things are, with both Heine and Jade carrying, he'll have enough for the task and more to spare. Half will go back down into the dungeon, and the rest... well, he has a bathtub, even though it seems rather filthy to do this in his own bathroom. He'll figure that out later.

"Just rest for now."

Jade will need the energy later. In the meantime, Eichel rests too, idly reading a paper. Even when Heine begins to shift uncomfortably, both physically and in a way that Eichel senses through his control and tamps down, he doesn't pay that much attention until he sees that Heine is slicking down his thighs again. At that point he has to get up and start guiding Heine, too, wrapping him in a freshly dried robe.

Distasteful as it is to do it in his own bathroom, it's easier this way, when he has both Jade and Heine to watch over. Firmly, he steers Heine across his room, into the bathroom, where he Conjures some salt water into the tub.

"Come here," he says, motioning for Heine to move closer. He can hear soft footsteps behind the two of them; as expected, Jade had decided to follow them into the bathroom, driven by his insatiable urge to know.

Eichel doesn't mind. Better to have an inquisitive student than a dull one.

Even a few feet away and with only a small pool of saltwater, Heine can smell it. His body responds, the eggs eager to be laid. He gets into the tub without much urging. Eichel helps him sit down, careful of the imbalance caused by the new curve of his belly.

Almost before he sits down Heine can feel the eggs move downwards. He makes a low noise and puts his knees as far apart as he can in the tub, lying back in the water instinctively. The ovipositor had done all the work to push the eggs into him, but with the Imperius Curse on his mind and the mind-altering effects of the creature's slick, he stays relaxed. Quiet, he passes a hand over his stomach, feeling out the movement of the first egg right against his entrance from the inside. It takes an extended moment of pushing, but the egg is still malleable, and it comes out with just a little effort and sits at the bottom of the tub.

Eichel watches. At this point it's all he can do. It's not safe to try and extract the eggs by unnatural means, but he can at least try to prevent things from going wrong.

There's something clinical about the way Professor Eichel is watching Professor Rammsteiner, Jade decides. Like a scientist studying his subject - but not quite. More like a businessman assessing the value of goods.

But, more and more, Jade finds his gaze drawn towards Professor Rammsteiner, feeling an odd mix of curiosity and something strangely unpleasant. In a few minutes, he'll be the one in the tub, trying to squeeze the eggs out of his body as Professor Eichel looks on with that cool gaze of his. It's not a good thought. He wonders if he'll be like Professor Rammsteiner, his stare vacant as his body struggles to relieve itself of its burden.

Jade watches, mouth twisted in a grim slash across his face, tension radiating from his shoulders.

Several more eggs follow in quick succession as Heine pushes. He holds on to the edges of the tub, head tipping down towards his chest. He's watching, too, but little registers beyond the fact that he's fulfilling his duty. The eggs he's carried are strong and healthy. They'll be safe in this water.

When he's about halfway done, his body is exhausted. Heine takes a moment to breathe and rest his head against the wall, worn out. Eichel crouches down by the tub to gently touch his still rounded-out stomach, encouraging, until Heine works up the energy again (believes he has the strength in him, with a voice that tells him just a little more, you're doing well) and pushes once more. Egg after egg is expelled from him, each one stretching his hole just as wide as before as they're forced out. As he's emptied, he begins to feel as if something's missing. He feels husked out, drained, but still half-hard from the stimulation. He pays his erection no mind. Eichel doesn't, either, just uses a hand to pull his thighs further apart and push the growing mound of eggs further away to make room for the last few.

Heine has to really push for the remaining eggs. After he's done Eichel presses firmly on his stomach to make sure that he's empty. When satisfied, he helps Heine up out of the tub and into a towel, which Heine wraps around himself before stumbling to sit in the corner. (He's done it. It's all over, he did well. Next week, he can do it again and be even better. Then he won't feel so empty...)

Eichel clears his throat slightly and tilts his head at Jade, only then noticing the expression on his face. "What is it?"

"Nothing," he replies automatically, the response he uses when there's something bothering him, but he isn't ready to disclose what it is. In this case, he's not exactly sure what is bothering him or why he even feels bothered in the first place. His eyes track Professor Rammsteiner's progress across the room, only looking away once his teacher slumps to the floor and doesn't seem inclined to move for awhile. He finds himself looking at the bathtub once again, and the eggs that float there, knowing that more of the same are inside him. In a matter of minutes, the eggs inside him will be ready to be expelled.

"You've done this before," he says instead, sounding sure of his guess. The way Professor Eichel had handled Professor Rammsteiner had simply been too practiced; hee must have done this with someone else before. "Why?"

Eichel doesn't reply for a moment, busying himself with replacing and cleaning some of the water. He could answer truthfully—that the eggs are useful for more than just the rarely occurring Triwizard Tournament—but he doesn't see the need to. He comes to stand by Jade once more, resting a hand on his shoulder with a smile before moving it lower.

Almost casually, he pushes his fingers between Jade's legs and into him as he speaks. "I like to take care of people," he replies. "How are you feeling?"

He's lying, Jade thinks, and raises an eyebrow, but doesn't challenge Professor Eichel out loud.

Then, suddenly, Professor Eichel's hand is on him again, stealing between his legs, fingers sliding into his hole without any difficulty at all. Jade gasps and tenses.

"Not yet," he mutters. He's still slick, but that's simply the slick from before.

But he'll be ready soon, he's sure of that. His hole twitches, instinctively trying to clench around Professor Eichel's fingers, a lazy spark of pleasure fluttering through his body.

He wants this. He doesn't want this. Jade has no idea what is running through his mind any more, but the longer he stands there, the less it seems to matter.

"Soon," Eichel says, accidentally agreeing. He circles his fingers inside Jade, rubbing the tips against the rim of his hole and then deeper.

He fucks Jade with the length of his fingers, slowly, partially to distract him but also just because. He keeps it up until Jade is ready, at which point he helps him into the tub even if Jade tries to push him away.

He doesn't try to push Professor Eichel away, quietly compliant thanks to the mind-altering slick and the spells Professor Eichel had placed over him, subtle threads that wind through every bit of his being, so skillfully placed that Jade is blind to their existence. He steps into the tub willingly, not at all perturbed by the way Professor Eichel's eyes linger on him, one hand smoothing over his back.

The eggs inside him are smaller than the ones inside Professor Rammsteiner. But there are more of them, and he's exhausted even before reaching the halfway point. His stomach looks as heavy and full as ever when Jade glances down, even if he knows, logically, that there should be less eggs inside him now.

It just doesn't feel that way. His legs are aching from the strain of having been spread open for so long. He blinks tiredly, his mind far away, thinking about Professor Eichel's skilled fingers instead.

Eichel stands back, letting Jade work on his own. It's only when he stops that he steps forward, crouching next to the tub so he doesn't have to bend down as much and press his hand between Jade's legs.

"Not too many left," he promises. Eichel pulls Jade's legs and then his entrance a little further open. Slowly he works his fingers in and out of his body, trying to encourage the passage of the remaining eggs. They have time yet, but he knows he needs to get both Jade and Heine back before morning breaks.

Professor Eichel always seems to know just what he wants, sometimes even better than Jade himself does. Despite himself, Jade lets out a pleased noise as the finger works into him, cock twitching at the feeling of his entrance being stretched.

The next egg presses against his prostate as it slowly slides out of him, helped along by Professor Eichel's fingers. Jade's cock hardens. For a moment, he feels uneasy, somewhat perturbed, but Professor Eichel's fingers thrust into him again and he forgets about that feeling entirely.

He's entirely worn out when he's done, one hand absently stroking at his (flat) stomach as he tries to work through the confused mix of empty sated tired aroused, half wanting to sleep and half wanting to feel Professor Eichel — or anyone, really — pinning him to the bed and breeding him again. Tiredly, his gaze drops to the eggs. There are so many of them, all round and large — had they really been inside his body just moments earlier?

There. All done. Eichel pats Jade's shoulder lightly and lets him sit for a few minutes before he reaches down to help him up.

"Good. You'll have to be back in your room by morning," he says. And he'd prefer to keep Jade in the dark about what's going to happen to the eggs, so it's best if he leaves. Well, he decides, worst comes to worst he can use a Memory Charm.

Professor Eichel's voice is enough to jolt him out of his dazed state (although not entirely). He has to take a second to go through Professor Eichel's words before they sink in properly.

"Why?" He ends up asking. There's a part of him that's strangely reluctant to leave the eggs. He could almost call it a protective instinct but...it's not a true protective instinct, is it? It's likely something artificial, just another way the creature in the pool had tampered with his mind.

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