#extra credit

[khorneschosen]

Why the claim like that of extra credits that fantasy races have a good/evil alignment being wrong, so wrong that it can't be applied in media, is itself wrong, is what I am going to argue here.

I think what is necessary to fundamentally express why their opinion is wrong, is the background of why they made it. They made it aligned with the academic view that man is purely a blank slate, with no rationality, no genetics shaping him in anyway, and are ultimately a product of their nurture rather than nature.

One aspect I want to point out is they often claim, "this is morally flawed" only because they try and relate them to real kinds of people. Or that "this is boring" or "this is lazy writing" or some other claim.

It isn't because they believe these things are argued on that basis, because they don't as they don't argue on that basis, it's because claiming its boring changes the debate from them applying their ideology directly to an issue as in "my ideology, which you don't practice says this is wrong" to "this is boring" which is an aesthetic debate rather than the naked policing of other people.

I am not adding what they are policing people on. Which you gain the police someone on their hobbies you do it on the rest of their life as well.

Fantasy races, are not just some endless variations on human. Whether defined by evolution, science fiction, magic and etc, they are different from humans, in both form and/or nature in some way.

This is why you make a fantasy race to show, create and strain the contrast that comes in comparing the fantastical to what is human.

It's why humans are often the everyman of every setting because while human nature can be complex, the fantasy race is the contrasting element, the nature of the contrast can change by degrees but not that it is a contrast.

They fundamentally must be of a different nature to us, even if we are blank slates which we aren't, that fact alone provides the contrast. You could do culture differences but then you have to constantly deal with the fact that contrast when it erodes the very second that race is separated or living in shared space. The inherent to the species implies the constant application of that contrast and how the human deals with it.

In short, their series of videos on the topic are just wrong. Races of evil or good nature are not boring, lazy, or whatever aesthetical judgement they are pretending it is, and the view of humanity in regards to the blank slate is fundamentally wrong.

#extra credit #extra credits #extra history #fantasy writing #fantasy #fantasy race #philosophy #politics

[dimension20official]

Fantasy High: Extra Credit

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #extra credit #fantasy high extra credit #d20 fantasy high #brennan lee mulligan #quotes

[kissmyfeet0417]

🏫 XXXtra Credit 🏫

DM and tell me how these feet can earn extra credit 🤪👣💋

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[hurdy-girly]

Drew this for five extra credit points in my German class. It took an hour :’)

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[anawkwardgalnamedtarazan]

Epic is so haunting and I love it!!!

🔥⚔️🚢

Cannot wait for the Ocean Saga this Xmas!!!

🌊🎅🔱

Thanks for the masterpiece, Mr. Jorge Riviera Herrans!!!💕💞💕

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[raewritesfiction]

Extra Credit [Gustaf Skarsgard]

A/N: getting out of my writer’s block with a quickie. I want to also implicitly state that the female!reader is an adult student! Everyone here is an adult.

Plot: AU - Gustaf is your professor and you’ve been failing his class. You need to do something special to get that extra credit from him.

Pairing: Female!Reader X Gustaf Skarsgard

Warnings: Smut. Teacher/student. Strong language. Oral (male receiving). P-in-V sex with ass play.

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The semester had barely begun and yet you were already failing one of your classes. It could be the complexity of the subject or it could just be the professor who was distracting you; the professor who you thought about most nights while you touched yourself before you fell asleep, wishing it was his hand instead.

Regardless of anything he has called you to his office for a meeting about your failing grades so early in the semester and now as you sit waiting for him to enter the room you look around nervously at his books and personal items.

“Hello… I’m sorry about being late.” He opens the door making you jump a little.

“It’s… it’s fine, I was probably early.” You try and joke.

“You’re always early to class, yet somehow you’re failing.” He continues. “I wonder why that is? Especially as you’re so enthusiastic in class… you always know the answers and can articulate yourself very well…” he sits on the edge of his desk facing you. “So it bothers me that your tests and papers have been below parr.”

You sigh and run a hand through your loose hair “I… I really don’t know.” You lie and shuffle in the chair. “It’s like I draw a blank when it comes to testing or writing papers. No matter how many notes I make.” You half laugh and keep your eyes averted, stealing glances at his crotch when you look around.

“Well I know that can’t be it because your other studies aren’t affected the same way.” A wry smile playing across his lips as he folds his arms in front of him. “What you need is some extra credit so I don’t have to fail you… I’d hate to do that anyway but so early on….” He shakes his head.

“What… kind of extra credit?” You finally look up to his face and realise he’s been looking down your top, probably the entire time. A top that had you dress coded earlier in the day and that you had refused to change.

“Well…” he stands up and heads over to the door, locking it and pulling down the blind. “I do have an idea that may work for you.”

You lick your lips, a small surge of confidence running through you and making you sit up a little straighter in the chair; your breasts becoming the main focus of your seated stance “oh?”

“I think you have the right idea.” He nods and looks over you as he resumes his position against the edge of his desk, his crotch barely a foot away from your face and his suit pants not hiding his growing bulge. “I do see you watching me in glass. I’ve caught your art work on hidden pages under your notes. They’re very good by the way… maybe you want to get a better look…?”

You run your hands up the sides of your neck and into your hair, pulling it back into a rough and messy bun.

“Good girl.” He says quietly and watches intently “we’ll have to keep the noise down of course, people are studying nearby.”

“Of course…” you nod and slip yourself down off the chair and onto your knees in front of him, slowly stripping your top down to sit around your waist with your bra.

“Now there’s a view..” he swallows thickly and places his hands either side of him on the desk edge when you reach up and slowly undo his pants, helping them down his legs and gliding your hands down the same path then back up again to the waist of his underwear; You pull them down his legs to sit with his pants and wrap your hand around his cock making him gasp.

You had often thought about what he had looked like, his size and girth and you had to admit to yourself you were impressed with what you saw; he would definitely make you gag.

The professor lets out a shaky breath as you jerk him slowly; your hand working along his shaft in a smooth rhythm. He has to hold back a moan when your glossed lips touch the head of his cock and begin to suck lightly. His skin was soft against your lips but equally hard as a rock when you took him further into your mouth until he hit the back of your throat.

You hear panting from above you and feel his hand go into your hair and grip lightly when you start to bob your head. His hips move in opposition to your movements, pushing himself into your mouth with just enough force to make you gag around his cock, make you drool over your tits and make you quietly moan at the taste of his pre cum on your tongue.

“Oh god… on your feet…” he whispers through a groan “I need more from you…”

You pull away slowly and look up under your lashes at your professor “yes, sir.”

“Ooh I like that..” he licks his lips and helps you stand, his hands moving to your jeans and unbuttoning them. He pushes them down with your thong and makes sure they’re down around your ankles for you to step out of. “Hands on the desk..” it’s an order, a command and most definitely not a suggestion alone.

Placing your hands on the desk as directed you push your ass back to him and spread your legs wide to give him a good view; he runs a hand over you from behind and hums “you usually get that wet from sucking dick?” He asks close to your ear and you shake your head “I don’t usually like it but… yours tastes so good.”

“Very good girl. You ever tasted yourself?” He pushes two fingers into your pussy and curls them, thrusting slowly.

You shake your head again “no, sir…” gasping quietly and rocking your hips to his fingers; he scissors them and stretches you out before slowly slipping them out of you and moving them to your lips “open..” you do so and take his fingers into your mouth, tasting your juices on them and moaning quietly.

The professor guides his cock into your pussy and rocks his hips a little deeper on each thrust until he’s fully seated inside you. He lets out a shaky breath against your neck and starts moving his hips; keeping his thrusts slow and deep, making sure his entire cock fills you on each thrust.

He removes his fingers and uses your spit to coat his thumb too; moving to tease over your ass, adding just a little pressure over your hole to test the waters.

“Oh god yes..” you whisper and nod enthusiastically at the sensations, having to cover your mouth and hold back a moan when he pushes his thumb into you and alternates the thrusts of his thumb with his cock in your pussy.

Your mouth hangs open in pleasure and drool falls onto the desk below you as your professor speeds up his thrusts, slamming into you on every movement and panting heavily “that’s a good girl… just go with it.” You bite your lip to stop any noise and push back to his hips, you can feel him hitting every spot perfectly and you know it won’t take you long; you can’t last much more of this onslaught.

“Cum for me… I know you want too..” he breathes out and grinds his hips making you shake, you cover your mouth as you tighten and pulse along his length.

He pulls out of you and turns you around, pushing you down to your knees and jerking himself until he explodes over your tits with a choked off grunt. He stands with a heaving chest and licks his lips “god fucking damn…”

You look up at him and wipe some of his cum from your chest, licking it from your fingers seductively.

He swallows hard and smiles “if you uh… need more extra credit I’m sure we can organise something…”

“Maybe a regular study date?” You put forward.

“Most definitely.” He nods in agreement. “Because that extra credit work was exemplary.”

— fin —

#Gustaf Skarsgard #Gustaf Skarsgard Smut #female reader #reader x Gustaf Skarsgard #Extra Credit #Professor #It’s all fake #story #fan fic #imagine #one shot #Skarsmut

[vecnawrites]

Patreon Reward: Extra Credit Chapter 8: Schnee Sisters I

Jaune Arc had taught both the Schnee sisters to fight, inspiring Winter to enlist in the military and Weiss to become a Huntress. He was very proud of both, but unknowingly caused both to develop attraction to him, that only grew stronger as they grew older.

With Winter informing Weiss of his arrival to the Vytal Festival, both sisters plot to get the man of their desires...

“I…I’m sorry, Winter…but what?” Weiss stuttered slightly, her heart thumping loudly in her chest, the beat pounding in her ears as she heard her sister’s voice through her scroll.

“I said, Jaune Arc is coming to Beacon for the Vytal Festival, Weiss. Headmaster Ozpin and General Ironwood managed to track him down and get him to come for the event.” despite how her firm sister’s tone was, Weiss knew that Winter wasn’t upset with her. She could hear the longing in her older sister’s voice, much like how she was feeling.

Jaune Arc was someone that was very special to both of them; he had been the one to train both of them, starting with Winter back when she was desiring to enter Atlas Academy. She herself had initially just been an observer of the training, until she had managed to wheedle her way in, wanting to learn how to fight in order to become a huntress and become strong enough, good enough, to lead the Schnee Dust Company out of the hole that their father had put it in.

He was an incredible Huntsman, despite being only a few years Winter’s senior, having being one of the ones who had helped save all those who had escaped Mountain Glenn before they had sealed off the tunnels to prevent the Grimm from making their way towards Vale.

But those achievements weren’t why they both desired him. He was kind, fair, never treated them as if they were objects to be won or owned, and he was…Weiss blushed…he was incredibly good looking, with hair the color of the sun and eyes the color of the ocean waters.

He wasn’t a muscle bound gorm like some of the people Weiss could name (four people making a team named after a bird flashed through her mind) but a more lean, runner/swimmer’s build, the perfect ratio of muscle to frame.

His hands were gentle yet firm, callused yet soft. How did she know this? Both she and Winter had received massages from Jaune after their training so they didn’t cramp up. And her most shameful secret was the fact that she still touched herself thinking of him…

She shook herself as she focused back on her call with Winter. “Do you know when he is set to arrive?” she asked, her mind running frantically through what she would have to do to be ready. Cleaning the dorm, hiding Blake’s porn, making sure she was properly groomed everywhere-

“He will be arriving with me later today, Weiss. We are both on the General’s ship as I speak.” Winter’s words sent her into overdrive, making her inwardly shriek as she realized that there wasn’t time to do all that needed to be done, all that she wanted to do-even grooming properly would take at least an hour in the bathroom!

“Weiss, calm.” Winter’s voice steadied her, making her relax and slump back into her bed. “You know as someone with seven sisters, he doesn’t mind some clutter. He’s used to it. Tend to yourself, if you feel the need to; I have already done the same in preparation. Hopefully soon, we will have the man we desire. Now, our estimated time of arrival is thirteen-thirty, so best go start to get ready, okay?” Winter firm tone calmed her and helped her steady herself. Weiss nodded, taking a deep breath to make sure her voice didn’t crack.

“Okay, thank you Winter. I shall see you later when you arrive proper.” hearing her sister’s “Goodbye”, Weiss hung up and paused for a moment, allowing for things to sink in, before she released a squeal to rival Ruby and jumped off her bunk and rushed into the restroom.

She had to be perfect for tonight!

~

Winter hummed as she plucked an errant hair from her eyebrow in her cabin bathroom. She had been meticulous, no hair whatsoever below her neck remained on her body, save a finely trimmed and groomed ‘landing strip’ of white curls on her pubis. She was going to be perfect for when she and her sister worked together to seduce their future husband.

Yes, their future husband. The man they had both fallen for, and spoken about loving, and agreed to share.

Both of the Schnee sisters loved the idea of romance, but were incredibly progressive (as proven by having worked together with their mother to wrestle control of their grandfather’s company from their sperm donor) and were willing to do the romancing, especially since Jaune was the type of man who flirting went over the head of. But they knew that they could do it. They could get his attention and then become his lovers and eventually, wives.

…okay, both of them already had the rings picked out. Was that jumping ahead of things? Neither of them thought so, since they wanted him for so long. They just needed him to see that he loved them back…

~

Jaune Arc was many things. Huntsman, Personal Trainer, Tactician, Defender of Mountain Glenn. But what few people realized was that Jaune had always been a family man. He had been there for every one of his sisters as they took their steps in life, walked Saphron down the isle when she got married, and had endured an endless amount of teasing due to his lack of dating.

Well, that honestly was only partially due to the constantly traveling lifestyle of being a Huntsman. Honestly, he was actually thinking of taking Ozpin’s offer and settling down as a teacher and only going out on the higher tier missions that honestly required him, let the newly minted Hunters handle the lower level missions. ‘Pass the Torch’, as it were, while teaching the newer generations to come how to handle what they found outside the walls and safety of the kingdom.

He would admit, settling down did sound nice…and the fact that he would be able to finally court the two women who had caught his eye only made things better.

Yes, two. Two of his ex-student, or partially still students, he supposed. Winter and Weiss Schnee, both the daughters of Willow, an old friend of his back from their childhood. He supposed he should feel slightly awkward, feeling these emotions to two young women the age of some of his younger sisters (Willow was several years older than him, so their ages weren’t too far off), but he had fallen for both of them as he had trained them; he had just said nothing because of legality and morality issues.

However, neither of them were his students anymore and any sort of morality issues weren’t going to be a problem, since as long as he didn’t show favoritism, teacher-student relationships weren’t seen as being exploitative, especially since the world needed all the happiness they could get.

That was why he had been more willing than normal to come to a Vytal Festival. This was Weiss’s first one, and with Winter being there as well, he could confess…and take this wherever it would go.

~

Weiss was surprised, her heart skipping several beats. Not only had they managed to meet Jaune again, he had actually invited them to dinner, springing it on them. Oh, he said it was to congratulate Winter on her promotion and for her own joining Beacon and being part of the Vytal Festival, but considering where they were, the Nevermore’s Crest, it held more romantic overtures than just friendly. And a private room at that? Yes, she couldn’t be blamed for thinking of that!

A glance to the side at Winter, she could see that her older sister felt the same.

Jaune took a sip of his drink, before setting it down. “Now, I’m sure both of you have actually wondered why I asked you both to dinner.” he started, making both of their heartbeats pick up, both of them hoping that what they wanted was to come…

~

“Mmm~♥!” Weiss released a small whimper as Jaune’s hand rubbed her lower back tenderly, moving dangerously low as Winter kissed him fiercely, her hair coming out of its bun as she gripped his hand rightly, their fingers laced together as they moved back towards the hotel bed that they had gotten for the night.

Well, the hotel room that she had Winter had gotten for the night, with Jaune following in twenty minutes later and making his way to their room, and being pulled in by both of them.

As the trio crashed onto the bed, both Schnee sisters hovered over their lover, their hands moving and opening and removing his clothes, one piece after another, until he was naked beneath them, both of the sisters marveling at his body, seeing how fit he was, their fingers trailing over the few scars that he had, seeing all that he had survived.

Their hands drifted down below the waist, both of their slim hands grasping around his shaft and working in tandem to pump it as they stared down at his awed face tenderly, both of them taking turns pressing kisses to his lips.

“Just relax, beloved~” she heard Winter purr, making her smile and continue, “We are going to enjoy this night, just the three of us~”

The room was filled with gasps, moans, and the occasional cry of pleasure as the three began the most ancient, intimate dance known to mankind, unseen and unknown to all but the three of them.

~

“Weeeeiiiiiiiissssss~!” Ruby dove at her partner, capturing her in a hug, “Where were you last night~!?” Weiss gently pat her partner on the back and pushed her off as Blake and Yang walked over to them.

“Hey, Weiss-Cream, where ya been? Ruby was worried when you didn’t show up at all last night?” Yang’s voice was teasing, but her eyes held concern for her teammate.

Weiss huffed softly. “I apologize, but I was spending time with my sister last night, as well as someone else of importance to both of us.” she folded her arms over her chest, the bright morning light glinting off the band of metal that was placed on her ring finger, making Ruby’s, Blake’s, and Yang’s eyes all widen as she began to walk off. “Now, let’s get some breakfast, shall we?” she asked with a smirk on her face, knowing that they were going to be rushing after her and demanding to know what was happening…

~

Winter smiled at the ring on her finger before she pulled her glove up. She’d have to hide it for a little bit, but when she called the few female friends she had tonight, there was going to be a lot of squealing between them…

~

Both sisters smiled as they went about their day, happy beyond words.

Despite the limping that they did.

#Patreon Reward #Extra Credit #Jaune Arc #Winter Schnee #Weiss Schnee #Seduction #No Smut #For Once

[dragooooon]

Hey does anyone wanna see my new Little Guy

#i made a minecraft skin for him too #extra credit

[undergradhist]

Professorial Coping Strategies: Extra Challenging Extra-Credit Assignments

According to FB Memories, ten years ago I promised students reading Machiavelli for our Western Civ survey that I'd give them extra credit if they managed to take over Rhode Island. But I don't think anyone tried, even though practically speaking they'd have needed to hold onto power only for two months until final grades were in.

#machiavelli #extra credit #academia #little rhody #rhode island #rhode island is for conquerors

[7salty7]

I’ve been writing the next chapter of Extra Credit all day but I also have Covid and am on lots of cold medicine. So I may have to wait to post this one until I can verify it’s coherent lol.

#ao3 #fanfic #extra credit #i’m so sick

[weirdperson-com]

Lebron James zebra mussel

LMAO I got extra credit for this

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[jaybrd-webtoons]

My French teacher has a son who loves Connor McDavid. I am also a huge hockey lover overall so I drew him and she gave me extra credit on a quiz because I gave her the drawing.

Also I got new inking pens and I'm in love.

#jaybrd #jaybrd webtoons #art #drawings #hockey #connor mcdavid #edmonton oilers #97 #extra credit #ink drawing

[unsympatheticchemprof]

#college #teaching #professor problems #extra credit

[dragonmuse]

Hello, I love the college au! I have the mental image of this jack and this Eddy meeting and like, across town Izzy getting a sudden chill like something terrible has happened (or at least something that will result in a bunch of property damage)

ahahah I would guess they first encounter each other partially because of Izzy, maybe at his graduation because Eddy would show up as of show of trying to do better (they have an awkward exes trying to be friends thing going on by that point). The Bastards are all there, naturally. Jack, more on Izzy's side of things for obvious reasons, would probably not be on his best behavior with her and yeah...I imagine it ends with them having a rock throwing competition, hopefully not at each other while Lucius makes sure Izzy sees none of it by getting him to over explain his BBQ process.

#extra credit

[sherfofng]

#extra credit

[desertarchaeo]

Prompt 18: What’s needed (extra credit)

Tags: NSFW, M/F, FemaleWoL/Haurchefaunt, late ARR/Heavensward spoilers kinda, D/S, somewhat explicit

Haurchefant had once told her, late one night as they shared warm mugs of something sweet and rich, that he enjoyed giving others what they needed. A quick little throw away line in their conversation as the winds howled through Camp Dragonhead that night oh so long ago. Once forgotten in the weeks that followed, the frantic scramble of Scion’s tasks and Garlean machinations and the terrifying experiences with Thancred and the Ascian Lahabrea. 

Forgotten still in the grueling exodus from Ul’dah to sanctuary in Ishgard.

It was only as she paced in his office, her entire being vibrating with unrestrained energy while he sat at his desk, watching, listening to her ranting and rambling in a mix of the Xaela dialect and Common, that those words and their meaning would come back to her.

“You need to stop.” His voice broke through her ramblings, the tone of it vibrating in the air and she stopped briefly, not sure why. Then her pacing resumed. 

She had too much to do. She couldn’t stop, couldn’t rest. The Ishgardians didn’t trust her, saw her scales as a mark of heresy even though she was told the Knights had determined her kind were not. Nothing more was said but whispers and murmurs followed her when she moved through the city under the protection of the Fortemps family. She was the warrior of light, she had to help them, needed to…

“Enough! Kneel.” The voice was harsh and firm and without thinking she sank to her knees on the thick plush of the office carpet. A sense of calm began to settle around her as she curled her tail around herself and laid her hands on her thighs. She still shook, just a touch, more of a low tremble.

There was a creak of wood and leather when he stood and his footsteps on the carpet were muted as he moved over to where she knelt. “Close your eyes. Breath. In, count to three, out count to three.” His voice was low but commanding and she followed his instructions, closing her eyes to block the light from the lamps and the fire. “Good. Repeat.”

Her focus narrows, the air drawing in her nose and passing out her lips. The sound of his steps as he circles her. The scent of smoke from the fire, herbs from the tea she had abandoned on the table, and an earthy spicy scent she couldn’t quite place. Her trembling stopped as did his footsteps. Eyes still closed she felt the minute vibrations in her horns as he moved to cup her cheek with his palm, still wearing his leather gloves. The scent of them filled her nose as he stroked two fingers along her cheek scales.

“Better.” His voice rumbled low, and he continued stroking her scales in soft movements, mapping them with his fingers. Her face tilted up, baring her throat as he continued his movements. “Keep your eyes closed.” He tsked when she moved to open them. A hand trailed over her forehead, down her nose and her lips parted with a soft puff of air as his thumb brushed over them.

“Hmm, is this what you needed, pretty little dragon. Someone to take you in hand properly.” He slid his thumb past her open lips and she tasted leather as he pressed on her tongue, stroking it, leaving her to close her mouth and suckle unconsciously. “I cannot imagine too many are willing to take the mighty warrior of light to task. And not too many more who are capable.”

She whimpered softly when he removed his hand, chasing it, eyes still closed.

There is a chuckle, low and rumbling and a glove free hand now rests on her head. “I can think of much better things to occupy your mouth if that is what you want.” He reaches down to find her hands and raises her to her feet. She feels just at the edge of floating and stumbles forward a little into him, burying her face into the soft cloth of his tunic, the earthy spicy smell she had scented earlier flooding her nose and senses until she feels drunk with it.

Within moments he has her clothes a puddle at her feet, leaving her in nothing but scales and skin in the soft golden light. “Stay.” His voice is a command that breaks her fog and she wavers a little as he moves away, taking his heat and the scents with him. There is a murmur of voices through the door and the click of a lock turning before he returns to where she stands, eyes still closed, tail swaying lightly back and forth.

“You are a vision there, all blue and gold in the light but I have a better place for you.” He curls an arm around her waist and leads her across the small space, urging her to her knees again, tucked neatly under his desk. There is a cushion and she is not sure when or how he did that but it feels good to kneel in this small space, safe and cozy. 

She feels calmer somehow, more settled. Earlier worries hidden in her mind behind a soft sweet fog that settles supported and enforced by his scent and his heat and his voice. He’s speaking things to her that she cannot parse but she knows she likes what he is saying.

There is the creak of leather as he sits and suddenly she finds herself surrounded by him. She opens her eyes to look up, lids heavy and his smiling face meets hers as a hand pets over her head. The other is picking apart the laces of his breeches.

“There we go, pretty dragon. You are going to keep me nice and warm and let all those thoughts vanish.” Her lips fall open at his words and he guides her to the cock held heavy in his palm. It covers her tongue and fills her mouth with silken heat as she settles her head on his thigh, eyes fluttering closed.

Both his hands disappear and she is left to sink and drift, her only thought on her task.

Time passes, sometimes the scratching of a pen breaks through her fog and she’ll adjust herself, sucking lightly, letting the salty musky taste coat her tongue. Periodically a hand will pet over her hair and she’ll feel herself sink into the floating fog even more.

The pen stops scratching and the shush of paper over wood signals that whatever he was working on is being piled neatly to the side. The cock in her mouth is hard, filling it and she pulls herself back, tasting the tip with her tongue before wrapping her lips back around and bringing it deep into her mouth.

There is a groan above her and a hand settles on her head, hips thrusting gently in time to her motions. The fingers in her hair curling hard is her only warning and she is pulled roughly to him until she is having to frantically swallow to avoid choking, her hands grasping at his thighs, not to push him away but to steady herself as he begins to fuck harshly into her mouth.

The fog on her mind thickens as he uses her mouth and all she can do is eagerly let it happen until with a grunt, he’s spilling down her throat, thick and heavy.

***

He pulls back enough to look down at her, her mouth wet and swollen, her eyes heavy lidded and far seeing. Her fingers cling to him and she leans in to lap at his tip, catching a remaining drop. Her head drops to his leg with a sleepy sigh and he can smell arousal coming from under the desk, thick and heady. 

“Come pretty, we are not done yet.” He runs a thumb over her lips, feeding it to her and stroking her tongue. The chair is slid back and he urges her forward, noting the wet spot on the light blue of the cushion as he does so. She pushes herself to her feet and he tucks himself away before leading her to a small settee and pulling her down to straddle his lap. 

Pulling her to him for a kiss, he tastes himself on her lips. He explores her body, stroking hands harshly over scale and skin alike, pinching and soothing as his mouth trails a path down her throat to suck hard until a purple mark blooms. All the while she panting above him, soft please  falling from her lips, her hips rolling, grinding against him as he began to fill again.

It’s a heady thing, knowing the power her small body holds, that she’s given herself wholly over to him. He sinks a hand between her thighs, finding wet heat and she keens above him as his fingers tease and torment in turn. It takes nothing to lift her and line himself to pull her down upon him. Her hands scramble at his shoulders, fingers curling into claws that he knows would leave marks through his shirt.

They move in tandem now and his hands on her hips are bruising as he keeps strict control over her motions. He can feel her tail flicking against his legs and her body is clenching around him, pulling him deep.

“Fury take me.” He slows her motions just as she was about to crest and her sounds of dismay are lovely; soft little pants of want and need. He takes her up this way several times, each time shorter than the last until she is trembling with need, begging and clinging to him.

He snakes a hand between them, finding her clit with his fingers and with a cry she breaks apart around him, tight heat clenching, her whole body shaking as he wrung lovely sounds from her lips. Her body falls limp over him, and he holds her in place, chasing his own release.

He holds her tucked in his lap, a hand running up and down her back soothingly as her heart rate slows. He would have to get them both up and cleaned off soon. He can feel she is beginning to come back to herself as she shifts to let him slide out and then settles back into place with a soft sigh, curling her body around his, careful of her horns as always.

“Thank you.” The voice is soft and almost hoarse and very sleepy sounding.

He continued his soft slow strokes from her nape to her tail as the lamps burned low and the night carried on.

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