The lecture on the Convergence War concluded, leaving a profound silence in its wake. My mind, however, was buzzing. So that's why Grandpa Harald always said I look like King Sigurd, I thought, a slow smile spreading across my face. Even an Iskiran queen fell for him! What a true man! The thought of King Sigurd, a fellow Void-bearer, commanding such a presence that even enraged queens stopped their war efforts and seemingly pined for his return, filled me with a strange sense of pride and awe.
With the class dismissed, the other first-years began to pack up, chattering about the epic history we'd just learned. I turned to my Dolorian dorm mates, who were slowly gathering their things. "I'll be heading back alone," I told them, trying to sound casual. "Professor Dianna wants to meet with me."
Jove's jaw dropped, then he let out a low, theatrical whistle. "Ooh-la-la, Ven! Already getting private audiences with the beautiful professors? You work fast!" Henry merely rolled his eyes, a faint, exasperated groan escaping him. Gianna, however, gave me a knowing, almost concerned look, her soft smile tinged with a hint of mischief. "Be careful, Venator," she murmured, a playful warning in her voice. Yor, as always, simply watched, her dark eyes unreadable, but a subtle, almost imperceptible curve touched her lips.
My heart, already doing a frantic jig, lurched even faster. Be careful? Oh, I know, Gianna, I thought, a wave of nervous anticipation mixed with sheer bewilderment washing over me. It's not enough that I've got Selyra practically living in my room, now a professor wants a 'private audience.' Is this about the Void Bind, or is it... something else entirely? The thought of Professor Dianna's elegant figure, her pale blue eyes behind those glasses, and that alluring mole, sent a fresh jolt through me. This academy is going to be the death of me, or at least my reputation. Selyra's going to find out, and then I'll be annihilated for real. With a final, slightly panicked nod, I set off, making my way through the now emptying corridors, each step echoing with the tumultuous mix of excitement and dread in my chest. Only one way to find out.
A few exchanged curious glances, but no one pressed further. With a final nod, I set off, making my way through the now emptying corridors. My heart beat a little faster with each step, a mix of anticipation and nervousness. What could Professor Dianna want to discuss privately? Was it about the Void Bind? Or something else entirely? Only one way to find out. I walked towards her room.
knocked lightly on Professor Dianna's door. "Come in," her calm voice replied from within.
Stepping inside, I found her standing by a desk, bathed in the soft, natural light filtering through her window. She gestured to a plush chair positioned directly in front of her. As I sat, a surprising shift in her demeanor occurred. Dianna, with a slow, deliberate grace, began to shed her professor's robe, letting it fall silently to the floor, revealing the full, captivating elegance of her blue dress. My eyes widened, tracing the fabric as it clung to her tall, slender frame, a perfect fit that highlighted every curve. Her shoulders were bare, smooth and inviting, and her small, firm breasts pressed subtly against the taut material, a vision of understated allure. As she walked directly towards me, her movements were a mesmerizing dance; her sturdy, rounded butt—almost a bubble butt—jiggled gently with each step in the tight dress, a captivating rhythm. Her belly was perfectly flat, drawing the eye to the exquisite sweep of her hips, creating that classic, alluring hourglass figure. She reached the desk, and then, with a deliberate slowness, took off her glasses, her pale blue eyes, now unmasked, holding a direct, piercing gaze that promised untold depths. Her gentle smile was gone, replaced by an unreadable expression that held a potent mix of invitation and mystery. Next, she untied her flowing white hair, letting it cascade around her shoulders like a silken waterfall before, with a fluid movement, she sat down directly on my lap. The moment her firm, rounded butt settled onto my thighs, a j jolt of pure, undeniable arousal shot through me, hot and immediate.
Her arms circled my neck, pulling me closer until we were eye to eye, so close I could feel the warmth of her skin, smell the faint, clean scent of her, and the subtle, intoxicating perfume that now seemed to emanate from her. Her lips, parted slightly, curved into a slow, knowing smile, and she whispered, her voice a low, husky murmur that sent shivers down my spine, "So, you came, Void Prince." My mind raced, utterly bewildered by the sudden intimacy, a jolt of pure arousal shooting through me. This is not happening, I thought, a frantic, exhilarating panic bubbling up. What do I do? What do I do?! I had no idea.
"So, you're the Void Prince, huh?" she murmured again, her voice soft, barely a whisper, yet resonating with an undercurrent I couldn't quite decipher. I could feel her warm breath on my lips as she spoke, her gaze never leaving mine. "You know how our great Queen Yvonne had sleepless nights writing about your ancestor? I wonder... if you possess the same captivating allure."
"Yes, I am Sigurd's descendant," I managed, my voice surprisingly steady despite the overwhelming proximity, my body already responding to her presence. "And yes, I came. What do you really want to talk to me about, Professor?" I asked, my directness a habit, even in this absurd situation.
A soft, genuine laugh bubbled up from her throat, a delightful sound that made her chest, pressed against mine, rise and fall. Her pale blue eyes sparkled with renewed amusement, a hint of genuine excitement now dancing in their depths. "Oh, straight to the point, aren't you, my Void Prince? Most men, in this... position, wouldn't be thinking so clearly, you know."
"Yes, I know," I admitted, my gaze locked with hers, a wry smile touching my lips. "A beautiful woman so close, her body pressing against mine like this... most wouldn't think straight. But I truly am curious about what you wanted to tell me. That's all. I wouldn't have come otherwise."
Her smile widened, her eyes gleaming with an almost predatory delight. "If I said I called you here just to see you, just to feel you like this, what would you think?" she challenged, her voice dropping to an even lower, more intimate tone.
"I'd think it's perfectly alright," I replied, feeling a surprising ease, even a bold confidence, bloom within me. "I'm happy such a beautiful lady wants to see me. I respect women, Professor, and I love them all. You are no exception."
A vibrant blush, deep and noticeable, bloomed across her cheeks, reaching the tips of her ears. Her eyes, now wide and sparkling with unbridled excitement, seemed to devour me. "You... you truly are something else, Void Boy," she whispered, her breath hitching slightly, her hand reaching up to cup my cheek. "I can't take any more of your words." And then, with a surprising burst of force, she pulled my head to hers, her lips crashing against mine. Her kiss was demanding, devouring, a hungry exploration that left me breathless. Her tongue, aggressive and insistent, plunged into my mouth, forcing mine to meet its rhythm, a dizzying, passionate dance where she clearly led. Her hips began to move, subtly at first, then more deliberately, grinding back and forth against my lap, a slow, intoxicating rhythm that intensified my arousal with every friction. I found myself almost dominated, struggling to keep pace, yet the feeling only intensified my arousal, a thrilling surrender to her experienced hunger. Her breath came faster now, ragged and shallow, and her face, flushed a deep crimson, burned against mine like she was in a fever, her eyes sparkling wildly with unbridled passion. She giggled softly between gasps, a low, throaty sound of pure delight, and her fingers, surprisingly strong, tangled in my hair, pulling gently as she deepened the kiss, her smile still visible even through the blur of passion. This was different from Selyra's kisses. While Selyra's were passionate and loving, Dianna's held a deeper, more experienced intensity, a raw, almost primal pull that sent shivers of heightened arousal through me. Perhaps it was her age, the wisdom and confidence that came with it, but every press of her lips, every subtle shift of her body, felt exquisitely more potent. Her firm, small breasts pressed deliciously against my chest, her rounded butt a warm, solid curve against my lap, and I felt myself hardening instantly. Selyra, a fleeting, almost guilty thought flashed through my mind, I'm so sorry. But then, Dianna's intensity consumed me, and bit by bit, I found myself responding, keeping pace with her unexpected, thrilling hunger, my hands instinctively finding her waist, pulling her even closer.
Professor Dianna's kiss deepened, a forceful, demanding pressure that left me breathless. Her pale blue eyes, wide and almost manic with desire, stared into mine, a wild, aggressive glint in their depths. Her breath, hot and ragged, hitched in her throat, escaping in soft, desperate gasps that vibrated against my lips. As my body began to grow hot in response, her hand, surprisingly bold, found its way to my pants. With a practiced ease, she undid the button and slid the zipper down, her fingers deftly parting the fabric. Still locked in the kiss, her face flushed crimson, she reached inside, her hand closing around me with a possessive grip.
I gasped into her mouth, a jolt of shock and pleasure coursing through me, my own breath catching. Her hand, now moving with a frantic, almost wild rhythm, began a slow, deliberate up and down, each stroke sending fire through my veins. Her other hand, equally insistent, navigated mine, guiding it to her breast. It was beautiful, a soft mound that, while not as full as Selyra's, felt exquisitely tender beneath my palm, firm and responsive. Her nipple, small and hard, brushed against my thumb, sending another wave of intense pleasure. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, a whirlwind of unexpected sensations from the very person who had just lectured on the ancient history of our world, and I found myself struggling to keep up with her escalating passion, almost overwhelmed by her aggressive pursuit.