Black Gratification Part 8

I must once again pat myself on the back for having the idea to ‘hire’ Velvet Scarlatina as my teaching assistant. Firstly because it helps my motivation to do deal with the drudgery of teaching when I have a cute girl around me even in the most dull parts. There will be a time in future when I can simply call on one of the many female students of this school and have them crawl under my desk while I do paperwork. That time is not now. But also thankfully there isn’t much paperwork to do now, meaning I can focus all of my attention on making sure Velvet will be ready to do her job. And to also be my teaching assistant.

I’ve had Velvet spend her spare time in my company. Partially to prepare her for what we’ll actually be doing during classes. partially so she can bask in my faunus-taming presence as much as possible. Thanks to An my scent is mildly euphoric. Thanks to Kali it can inspire need and arousal directed towards me, not better demonstrated than on Kali herself. I wonder how she’s faring, back home in Menagerie with her husband and yet constantly thinking of the man who makes her pussy throb from just the memory.

Ah, but I digress. I shouldn’t think of another woman while in this presence of this adorable creature. Chewing on a pen as she looks nervously at the classroom doors in anticipation of our first class together. The Beacon uniform hugs her curves, the tartan skirt coming not quite all the way down to her thigh-high stockings, revealing just a sliver of creamy thighs beneath. An academy for adults that has the students dress like slutty schoolgirls. Ozpin’s predecessor must have been the best kind of deviant. In other words, he must have been rather like me.

Walking over, I gently put an arm around her shoulders. “Are you alright, my dear?” I ask, smiling inwardly as she naturally leans into my embrace to get closer to the comforting prsence I exude. “You seem a touch uneasy.”

“I was just, a bit nervous, professor,” she admits with a shy smile.

“Not to worry,” i assure her, bringing her head to lean against me as I stroke her hair. Near instantly she almost completely relaxes. All of the tension flowing out of her as she’s brought into such close proximity. “Everything will go just fine.”

“Yes.” She takes a deep breath in through her nose and sighs dreamily. “Everything will be fine as long as I’m with you.” She nuzzles my chest for a couple of seconds before her whole body stiffens. “D-Did I just say that out loud?”

“You did,” I answer with an amused but understanding smile, kissing her on the forehead which does nothing at all to abate her violently red blush. “There’s nothing wrong with thinking that way. While you’re under my care I promise to take good care of you.”

Her embarrassment is strong, but not strong enough to outlast the calming effect of my pheromones. Before long she relaxes again, nodding against my chest. “Yes professor.”

“There’s a good girl,” I praise her as I gently push her away to hold her at arms’ length. She mewls quietly in disappointment. “You remember the lesson plan?”

“Of course” she answers, “It’s quite a bit different from how Professor Tanner did things but I’m sure it’ll go brilliantly!”

“That’s the spirit. Come on then, best thing for nerves is preparation.”  And mildly addictive airborne relaxants. “Let’s double check we’re not forgetting anything, hm?”

-(-)-

“So what’s this teacher like?” the leader of Team RWBY, a bright and cheerful girl by the name of Ruby Rose asked her sister.

Yang Xiao-Long had been the team’s best source on what the different classes were like before attending them. A social butterfly, she had befriended a couple of students from the year above them and gotten the scoop. It was how they knew to really pay attention during Oobleck’s class because he did not slow down for anything. And to never piss off the teacher for combat class, Professor Goodwitch.

And yes, it was imperative to refer to her as Professor Goodwitch at all times. Even in their own heads. This was also learned.

But when it came to this class, all she could do was shrug. “Sorry. This class has a new teacher. From what I heard, the old procedures professor bit the big one on a mission.”

“Oh. That’s sad,” said Ruby with sympathy, despite none of them knowing him at all.

“Yeah. Coco said she met the new guy, Professor Moriarty. Said he seemed pretty nice.” The blond brawler shrugged.

“Moriarty?” Blake asked, suddenly paying more attention.

“Yeah, you heard of him?”

“No, I met him too,” Blake corrected. “He’s the one who convinced me to attend Beacon.”

“Really?” the team’s fourth member, the pale SDC heiress Weiss Schnee asked. “He must be quite the charismatic figure convincing you to take on such a dangerous and noble profession as being a huntress.”

Blake frowned, stiffened as she detected what she thought was a veiled insult. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh,” the pale skinned, pale haired heiress started, realising she had caused offense. “I wasn’t talking about you specifically. To convince anyone to become a huntress seems like it would be a challenge if they aren’t already interested.”

“Oh,” the golden eyed girl relaxed. “Right. Well I was in a place where I wasn’t sure what to do. He came along and made a suggestion.” Left unsaid was the massive favour he did for her by bringing her and her mother together again. Even if she never would have asked for that, she couldn’t deny she was far better off for having had the chance to reconnect. “But I think he’s a very good person. Probably what I’d think of as the ideal huntsman.” Not judgemental, caring, considerate, capable, willing to put himself in harm’s way to do the right thing.

Yang pushed open the door to the classroom, leading the team inside, only to fall back a bit and let Ruby take the lead as she moved to the back with Blake. “I guess you forgot to mention the DILF energy,” she whispered.

“Uhh, what?”

The blonde rolled her eyes. She had forgotten Blake wasn’t big on... Well, people in general, let alone slang. “I mean he’s kind of hot for an older guy.” She looked again, examining the professor’s trim figure, neat hair and healthy skin. Barely any wrinkles so must have been prematurely grey. Weirdly that only made it better. “It’s like if Professor Pork lost two hundred pounds, forty years and stopped being a disgusting creep.”

“I’ll... Take your word for it?” The hidden faunus didn’t really get the appeal but that only made sense. Still, she could admit to herself as the team took their seats that she could maybe see the professor had a bit of an appeal to him? She hadn’t spent much time around him but he made her feel safe. Kind of like her dad made her– Wait, was that what DILF meant? Oh, that was kind of gross. Even if... Yeah, maybe she kind of got it now.

The four girls waited for class to start as the other teams filed into the classroom. Team JNPR led by the kind of dense Jaune Arc. Team CRDL led by the wall of a woman, Cardina Winchester. Three teams entirely comprised of women. It almost felt like a movement, how many girls, how many future huntresses were in their year. It didn’t hurt that those teams had more or less secured their places as the best performing students. Though CRDL being among that list said very unfortunate things about the quality of the rest of the students.

As the last team filed in, the professor took position at the middle of the floor. For some reason, Velvet Scarlatina was down there too. The students weren’t surprised to see her. She had been in their other classes after all. But they were surprised to see her there.

“Ladies and gentlemen, future huntresses and huntsmen, welcome to your first year of law and procedure. My name is Professor James Moriarty,” he sketched a slight bow as he introduced himself. “I have a masters in law and in economics. Mind you, I don’t say this to brag, I say it so you know for certain I know more about the relevant subjects to this class than you as huntsman and huntresses will ever need to know. While this class has law in the name, I am not here to teach you the ins and outs of the legal code cover to cover. Feel free to breathe a sigh of relief. It wasn’t exactly fun when I did it. I don’t recommend it.”

He waited a half second for the couple of awkward chuckles to pass. “No, what this class will cover over the next four years are the proper ways in which to conduct yourselves while acting in defense of humanity and faunus. Detention.”

Cardina’s derisive snort was only half out before the professor was pointing at her. “Wha–!”

“What this means in practical terms,” Professor Moriarty continued without missing a beat, “You will learn what laws will not apply to you as licensed huntsmen and huntresses. You will learn why. You will learn how to apply that added legal wiggle room responsibly for the sake of doing your jobs. You will learn how to conduct yourselves in various emergency situations, whether they be caused by Grimm or sapient life. In simple terms, I aim to teach you how to act like huntsmen and huntresses. On the board behind me are the modules we will cover as part of this first year course. In this first year we will be covering each in a rather broad sense, coming back to them in later years for a deeper analysis on proper conduct. Any questions so far?”

“Yeah, why am I getting detention?!” Cardina demanded, slamming her hands on the desk in front of her.

“You intend to be a huntress?” the professor asked with a raised eyebrow, “Then you treat all sapient life with respect. The Grimm are a threat to all. If you want to arbitrarily treat some as lesser you can quit Beacon and join the Humanity Defense League or some other organisation that spreads the hate and despair the Grimm delight in. There is no room for meaningless divisiveness or assumed superiority in this classroom. Am I clear, Miss Winchester?”

“Tch, whatever.” She went right back to lounging, putting her feet up on the desk. Not paying attention as a means to show how little she cared for him being a faunus lover proved a mistake when she felt something hard strike her face. “What the–!” She tracked the board eraser that had just hit her as it sailed through the air, right back into the teacher’s hand.

The professor’s expression reminded many of Professor Goodwitch in that moment. “I’ll not tolerate disrespect for me either.”

“Damn, he just threw that thing like a bullet!” Yang whispered.

“So uncouth, but impressive to have it bounce right back to him,” Weiss agreed quietly. “How did he do that so accurately? He didn’t even have to move to catch it.”

“So cool!” Ruby squeaked with stars in her eyes.

“Now, with no more interruptions,” the silver haired huntsman continued easily, “It seemed appropriate that we have a little demonstration of what exactly I mean by how you are expected to conduct yourselves.” He gestured to the rabbit faunus to his left. “Some of you may be familiar with Miss Scarlatina. You may also be aware this is my first year teaching at this fine academy. As such, Miss Scarlatina has generously consented to donating her time to become my teaching assistant for this first year class. After all, best to make most certain I give you all a good basis for understanding this subject. Now, she and I will be doing a little role-play to show you what I mean by proper conduct.”

“The scenario is thus: A migration of Grimm is expected to cross the path of a settlement and so an evacuation is taking place. The aircraft are waiting. It’s Miss Scarlatina’s job as a huntress to clear the village of civilians and get them to the aircraft. The Grimm are expected to be in range to sense and come down on the village in force in less than a day. I shall be taking the role of a civilian. Miss Scarlatina, if you would.”

Confidently, the rabbit faunus carried herself with the air of an experienced huntress as she moved from the centre of the room up the stairs into the seating. The professor followed her partway, then turned his back to her. With one hand, she heavily rapped her knuckles on the desk next to her, getting the teacher, now in his role as a civilian to pay attention to her. “Yes? What do you want?” he asked, looking at her with suspicion.

“Hello! I’m here to evacuate you to safety–”

“Not interested! Go away!” The formerly serious teacher dropped his fist on the desk to simulate a slamming door, then turned around again with arms folded. This time the laughter was a little less forced. He stepped away from Velvet, breaking from his character for a moment. “So! Miss Scarlatina is trying to do her job, getting people out of a dangerous situation but someone is being uncooperative. What should she do? Hm?” He waited and watched for hands. “Yes!” he pointed, “Miss Arc!”

“Try again, but explain why first? So they know how much danger they’re in?”

“That was a question, not an answer Miss Arc. Confidence please. But alright, we’ll go with that.” Once again, the professor took his position. Once again a rap at the ‘door’. “Go away!”

“Sir!” Velvet called out, knocking on the door again, “Please, it’s very important!” He turned around again. “Please, there’s a lot of Grimm coming this way. I just want to get you and everyone else to safety before they get here. You’re in grave danger!”

“Then kill the Grimm!” the civilian snapped. “That’s your job isn’t it?! Some huntress you are, uprooting the lives of honest folk just living their lives all so you don’t have to earn your living like the rest of us! I’m not going anywhere! If there’s a threat go deal with it like a real huntress!” Once again, a simulated door slam.

“Alright,” once again breaking character, “So... Not exactly an ideal response I’m afraid.”

“People wouldn’t really be like that would they?” Ruby asked with a frown. “She’s a huntress and she’s just trying to help.”

“Huntresses are largely respected, Miss Rose,” Moriarty answered, “But not universally. And no one likes to be told they have to abandon everything they have.” He returned his attention to the full class. “So! Any more suggest– Oh!” his eyes returned to the youngest in the room. “Miss Rose?”

“Just go kill the Grimm then!” She frowned as she could hear titters of laughter from behind her. “What?”

“Okay, fair question,” the teacher allowed, “After all, the civilian isn’t entirely wrong, though he is ignorant of how bad the situation truly is. A Grimm migration means hundreds of Grimm, Miss Rose. Often involving much larger and older variants. How confident would you feel in the face of such numbers?” The girl flushed slightly. “More importantly, what if you fail? Certainly you would die, but also the person you left in the village, so confident of your victory against the horde, they would die too. Because they weren’t evacuated.” Once again, his attention turned back to the rest of the class. “Other ideas?”

“Just knock ‘em out and drag ‘em to the airship,” Cardina spoke up without being prompted.

The professor inclined his head and got back in position. Another rap on the ‘door’. “What is it this– Ack!” The rabbit faunus grabbed the man by the midsection and threw him over her shoulder. The auraless civilian pounded on her back uselessly, struggling to get away. “Hey! What is this?! Let me go, dammit! I’ll sue! Heeeeeeeeelp!” he screamed as he was carried bodily out of the classroom, the entire class laughing at the display. Velvet kicked the door shut behind her.

Seconds later, the door was thrown open again, the professor striding in confidently with a smile on his face. “Miss Winchester!” he pointed at the stocky girl as she blinked at him. “Well said! Well, save for the knocking them out part, that was a bit much. But yes, other than that you hit the nail on the head.”

“I did?” she asked, but shook off her confusion to portray confidence again. “I mean, yeah, of course I did.”

“Wait, so it’s okay to just abduct people?” Jaune asked, looking distinctly uncomfortable with the idea.

“Miss Scarlatina?” the professor prompted his assistant.

“In the scenario, the Grimm were a day out. That was an estimate. It’s always an estimate. It could have taken more or less time than that. The situation was urgent and taking the time to be nice would have only put more people in danger, including myself and the civilian I was trying to evacuate,” Velvet explained.

“Exactly so! The priority for huntsmen and huntresses ladies and gentlemen. The number one priority at all times is keeping people safe.” He stared several students down, making sure the message sunk in. “That civilian will be spitting mad, they’ll threaten to sue, rail against huntresses. That is what I mean by acting appropriately for huntsmen and huntresses. Sometimes, drastic measures need to be taken to protect the lives of people under your care.” He showed a wry grin. “That said, just for fun, let’s go over the legal codes you’ll want to know if you’re ever in just such a situation. You know, so they can’t actually sue.”

-(-)-

“I can’t believe you let me carry you out of the classroom like that!” Velvet giggles.

The lesson has been over for a little while. The students long gone to wherever else they need to be right now. I believe I made a good impression. Well, with Summer’s perk I made a good impression even if I made a bad impression. But with it and my performance I think I made myself the favourite teacher of the first year class, not that it’s a particularly high bar to clear.

I’ve shifted the balance of my pheromones’ effects. Velvet has had a couple of days to grow enamoured with my presence. In private she can’t seem to bring herself to keep distance from me, constantly finding ways to get closer, growing bolder every time. To the point where right now she’s sitting in my lap as I sit in my desk chair. I don’t think she even notices that such a thing is strange. She just needs to be close to me, so she gets as close as she can.

So naturally, I switched to encouraging arousal. Time to push my little bunny toward the life she was born for. I can feel her unconsciously shifting, grinding her backside against me.

“Of course I did,” I answer pretending to be shocked that she’s shocked. “Do I seem the type who can’t have a little fun once in a while?”

“Apparently not!” she giggles again, her eyes sparkling as she looks across her shoulder at me. “This was a lot more fun than I thought it would be. Thank you for the opportunity, professor.”

“You don’t need to thank me, my dear,” I assure her, stroking her thigh. Once again, just like with Kali I’m surprised at just how effective animal magnetism can be after just a couple of days of interaction. Just from a light brush of my hand against her thigh, her legs part as if to give me easier access to somewhere else. But I don’t take the invitation. “I’m happy to do what I can for my students.” She sits just a bit further up on my legs and there’s no way she can’t feel my reaction to what she’s been doing. My clothes are tailored to make sure it isn’t visibly obvious but she has to feel my girth pressing between her cheeks.

“P-Professor,” she breathes, “I can f-feel your...” she trails off. She doesn’t stiffen, doesn’t move away. She’s too relaxed to react with any kind of severe alarm.

“Yes, I imagine you can,” I nod, stroking her thighs, fingers just slightly hooking her skirt with every pass, pulling it up bit by bit. “You’ve been grinding against me for quite a while. It’s only natural I would react. What would you like to do about it?” She doesn’t answer, unable to put voice to words, or vice-versa. “Would you like me to do something about it?” Hesitantly, she nods. “What would you like me to do?”

Her tongue flashes over her lips. “T... Take it out?”

“Was that a question? Or a request?” I ask with a smirk.

Her throat undulates as she swallows. “Please take it out, sir.”

Hm. The sir was entirely unnecessary but she really is that good of a slutty little assistant, isn’t she? My fingers undo the buckle of my belt, the fasten of my pants. I rise just enough to bring them down enough to pull my gargantuan erection out of its snug confines. It’s angrily hard, desperate to get inside the adorable little bunny girl only inches away.

She sits back again. “Oh!” she half-groans. “I-It’s... warm. It’s so warm.” She barely notices as I find the fasten on her skirt and undo it, pulling the tartan fabric away to reveal her dark and damp panties beneath. That hand doesn’t waste any time before slipping under the soaked fabric, toying with her drenched pussy lips. “Sir!” My other hand unbuttons her blouse and her waistcoat. “W-We shouldn’t–! I-Is this okay?” She’s so aroused she doesn’t even have the will to protest anymore.

“Of course it’s okay,” I reassure in soft, soothing tones as I finger her slit, fondle one of her breasts over her bra. “I think we both need this, don’t you?”

“Yes...” she groans, “I need it! I need it, sir!”

“What is it you need, Miss Scarlatina?”

“I need you inside me, professor!”

“There’s a good girl.” Pushing her forward I bend her over my desk as I rise from my chair, positioning myself behind her. Her panties roll down over her backside to fully reveal her pucker and her soaking, soft, pink slit to my eyes. “It’s good to be honest with what you want, Miss Scarlatina.”

She nods, supporting herself by her arms as she feels my shaft sliding against her pussy lips. “Yes sir.”

“Are you ready?”

“Ye-Nnnnngh!” her answer morphs into a groan of pained pleasure as my cock penetrates her folds for the first time. “It’s huge! Too big! Ah!” a short squeal as I feel something give.

I frown. “Miss Scarlatina, were you a virgin?” Shakily, she nods. “I’m honoured,” is all I say as I get back to feeding inch after inch of cock inside my cute little bunny slut.

“Ffffffuh!” she makes a sound as though she’s about to curse, her fingernails digging gouges in the wood of my desk. “So full!”

“Not yet, just a little more,” I keep pushing until I’m balls deep inside her. “There we are. How does it feel?” I notice she’s shaking, more importantly not breathing. “Miss Scarlatina?”

“Guh!” she gasps, taking a lungful of air as her arms give out. “So good!”

Just to be sure, I activate my semblance and, ah. Getting her bunny cunt stuffed so completely made her cum on the spot. See, this is the joy of faunus that James never really understood before. Yes they’re easy prey but I can also make them cum like sprinklers, to make them lose their minds, watch their thoughts dribble out of their ears to be replaced with dreams of my cock. That’s its own kind of satisfying. To see it happen with little more effort than a snap of my fingers.

My hips draw back and poor Velvet gurgles in overwhelmed pleasure, only to grunt and groan and giggle as I slide back in. She’s barely even aware, a barely conscious fuckhole only concerned with the impossible levels of pleasure my cock can give her. All the while still being affected by the scent that drives her absolutely wild with lust and need for me. She’ll never be the same again. Completely fallen to me as I start slamming her pussy, rocking the desk with the power of my thrusts into her tight little body.

With regret, I remember what Glynda asked of me. I rather want to put a litter inside this bunny slut, but it can wait for now. But that’s no reason I can’t make a mess of her. I make sure to pump her womb full of hot cum as I finally finish inside her, before pulling out and flipping her over to spray white streaks over her tits, then pull her up to put her lips around my cockhead so she can drink down the last dregs.

No question. No objection. She doesn’t even think about it before gulping down my seed. Looking up at me with a mad devotion in her eyes.

“You’re a good girl, aren’t you Miss Scarlatina.”

“Yesh shir,” she slurs, kissing my cock lovingly, “I’m a good girl.”