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As much as you loved Professor Calderu’s class, today's lesson was rather boring, not to mention how distracted you were by your professor. The biggest thing you could focus on today though was the essay for Professor Harkness’ class. Sure it wasn’t due for a whole month but you were eager to start your research and plan everything out. You’d already asked a few other students some of your questions and even managed to snag an interview with Professor Vidal and Professor Kale, both of whom had given very interesting answers that you were excited to use in the paper. Once your class was over you made your way to the front of the room where Professor Calderu was packing up her notes from the lesson.
“Y/n,” she greeted, looking over at you, “how can I help you?”
“Hi Professor, I’m writing a paper for Professor Harkness’ class and I was wondering if I could interview you for it?” You asked, giving your teacher a warm smile.
Lilia hummed and went back to placing the papers away.
“What’s it about?” She asked, looking over at you for a brief moment.
“Witchcraft, obviously, it’s Harkness,” you chuckled, “but it’s looking into the promise of um, sexual liberation,” you had a faint blush on your cheeks as you spoke.
Talking to the other professors was one thing, sure they were beautiful but there was always something about Calderu that had you weak in the knees.
“Ah yes, Professor Vidal mentioned something about that,” Lilia said, now pulling out more pages, “I have a class in a few minutes, are you free sometime tonight?”
“Yes,” you said, a bit too eagerly, “where can I meet you?”
Lilia thought for a moment before she pulled out a blank piece of paper and wrote something down, handing it to you.
“Here, let’s say around 8?”
You nodded your head and took the paper, reading the address and trying to think of where it was.
“Perfect, and do you have a list of the questions? Just so I’m not completely off guard tonight,” she asked with a smile.
You nodded again and dug through your bag in search of the list. You handed the sheet of paper to her with a smile and thanked her again for agreeing. You said your goodbyes and made your way to the library, eager to begin writing the introduction for your paper.
You sat at one of the tables in the library and pulled out your laptop and notebook as well as the list of the more X-rated questions. You read over the list and with horror, you realised that you gave your professor the wrong list. In your hands were the very tame questions and sitting in Lilia’s bag were the not-so-tame ones, the ones that looked at kinks and sexual identity within witchcraft and their social acceptance. You cursed yourself for being so stupid and also for waiting so long to start writing, it meant that you had no chance of catching Lilia before she left for the day. It also meant that you were now meeting her at a random place and having to change the questions at the last minute. You decided your best option was to prepare for tonight, you pulled up Google Maps and typed in the address she had given you. Surely there was a mistake, it looked like a residential street, was it her house? You screamed internally, not only were you asking her straight questions about sex, you were doing it at her house. You contemplated just not showing up, it would mean that she might yell at you tomorrow, or maybe she’d read the questions and not talk about it. Or worse, she’d read them and want to answer them. You didn’t think you could handle that. You slammed the laptop shut and began packing up your things, you were doing it. You were going to go, wear something nice and pretend you didn’t know it was her house, apologise and give her the correct list, and if she insisted on the other list? She wouldn’t so you didn’t even let yourself think about it. It was already 6 pm and according to maps, it took 30 minutes to get there, you were going to need the whole hour and a half to get ready. You raced out of the library and back to your dorm so you could start.
You had a shower, a light dinner, did some nice but simple makeup and then spent 20 minutes trying to pick something to wear. You couldn’t go with a clubbing outfit, or even a fancy dress and most skirts you owned only came up to the middle of your thighs, not to mention it was hot so you couldn’t really wear jeans. You cursed yourself for thinking so hard about it, you were just interviewing her for a paper, about sex in witchcraft, at her house, at night…you were so fucked. You finally settled on a nice floral skirt that, while still on the shorter side, was the longest one you owned and a nice plain white tank top. You should have paid more attention to how thin the shirt was though because when you stepped out of your dorm and into a well-lit area, your lacy white bra was on full display. You looked at your phone and saw it was already 7:35 and you really had no time to get changed. You took a deep breath and made your way to your car, punched in the address and drove to your teacher's house, the one you had a massive crush on, at night, in a practically see-through shirt.
You arrived right on 8 and took a great many deep breaths before stepping out of the car and walking to the front door. The house was nice, the outside looked semi-new and modern but the ornate vintage door knocker solidified that you were definitely at the right place. You couldn’t see a doorbell anywhere so you used the knocker, the deep thudding resonating in your bones. A few moments later the door swung open and you were met with Lilia’s big smile.
“Y/n, darling, come in,” she said, gently pulling you by the wrist.
You looked around you and silently cursed the fact that she had bright lights and could definitely see your bra. Despite that, the house seemed nice, the foundations were modern but there were niknaks spread around the place that made it distinctively hers. Lilia led you further into the house, her hand resting on your upper back as she did so. You rounded a corner and were met with a small living area with a two-seater couch and an armchair facing a TV. Your eyes were instantly drawn to a furry black mass that came and brushed against your leg. Two yellow-y green eyes stared back at you. You smiled and bent down, offering your hand for the cat to smell.
“Hello little one, what’s your name?” You asked, giving it a scratch on the chin.
“That’s Dolce,” Lilia laughed, watching the interaction with a smile.
You giggled and gave the cat more pats and it made the cutest purr as you scratched at its chin. You stood back up and apologised for dropping to the floor.
“Don’t worry,” Lilia chuckled, leading you to the lounge room, “she’s very cute, I don’t blame you,”
The both of you laughed as you sat down, Lilia in the armchair and you on the couch.
“Have you had dinner?” She asked, crossing one leg over the other.
You looked at her, really looked at her for the first time tonight and you felt your breath catch. She was in a colourful robe with a plush velvety jumpsuit underneath that matched the colours of the robe. She had the same chunky necklace she always had that she somehow made stylish and her hands, like usual, were covered in rings. The jumpsuit had a lower neckline than you were used to seeing her in and it made your throat go dry, your mind wondering what it would feel like to bury your face in between her breasts.
“Y/n?” Lilia said, waving her hand to get your attention.
“Oh, sorry,” you said, almost stumbling over your words, “y-yes, I already ate,”
Lilia smiled and leaned back in the chair, her hand reaching for a folded piece of paper. Oh, the paper.
“I was reading the qu-”
“I’m so sorry, Professor, I gave you the wrong list,” you said, cutting her off and going slightly red in the face, “I meant to give you this one,”
You began digging through your bag, pulling your laptop out and then your notebook and then… that was it, your bag was empty. Fuck fuck fuck. Lilia watched you with a raised brow and a smirk, thoroughly enjoying the deep blush that rose up your neck and onto your cheeks, it was nice to know she still had that effect on women.
“That’s quite alr-”
“No no, I can run back and get the list or maybe I have a copy on my-”
“Y/n,”
The way she said your name, so sternly, like she was scolding you and you silently cursed yourself for wishing she’d use that tone in a completely different context. You also chose to ignore the fact that it sent a wave of heat through your body and began a pool of wetness in your underwear as you looked at her with wide eyes.
“I think the questions are incredibly interesting,” Lilia said, making her way towards where you sat on the couch, “and I’d be delighted to answer them,”
Lilia sat down next to you and you felt your body freeze at the contact of her thigh against yours. You didn’t see the way she smiled at your stiffness and then she patted the back of the chair, telling you to lean back. You very tentatively did, turning slightly to look at her.
“But I have one condition,” Lilia said and you nodded, “for every question you ask me, I ask you one,”
She held the list out to you and you reached for it but when you didn’t respond she flicked her wrist back, leaving it just out of reach. She gave you a stern look and you felt your mouth go dry and your flush spread down your shirt.
“O-okay, a q-question for a question,” you said and Lilia smiled, letting you grab the piece of paper.
You swallowed thickly and unfolded the paper, your hand shaking as you read the first question.
“W-witchcraft promises, or is seen to promise, a certain level of um, s-sexual freedom, do you feel this is accurate?” You asked, trying to force a smile on your nervous face.
“Hmm, I believe there was more to that question,” Lilia said with a grin.
“Y-yeah, uh, d-do you have any p-personal experience w-with that p-promise?” You asked, your hands visibly shaking.
Lilia smiled and stood up, walking towards the kitchen and pulling out a beer.
“Do you want one?”
You nodded, some alcohol will definitely help you calm down right now. Lilia walked back over to where you were sitting and before she sat back down, she took one of the bottles into her mouth and pulled the cap off with her teeth. You stared at her, mouth wide, as she handed the bottle to you.
“Well,” she began before opening the other bottle the same way, “I think that witchcraft is seen as a freedom from men, and with that freedom comes a natural desire to explore sexuality,” she said, sitting back down next to you and then taking a sip, “as for personal experience, my studies in witchcraft are one of the main reasons I realised I was a lesbian,”
You were still staring at her with wide eyes, your arm frozen in place from when she handed you the beer. Lilia laughed at your stunned reaction and leaned forward, her finger hooking under your chin and forcing your mouth shut.
“S-sorry,” you said, trying to collect your thoughts from where they had floated down to, “r-right, and so wha-”
“Uh uh, baby, my question,” Lilia said, leaning back again.
You visibly swallowed and blinked at her, confused for a moment about what she meant before you realised. Then your brain processed everything that had just been said, number one, she was gay, number two, she literally picked your jaw off the floor and number three, she just called you baby…? You shook yourself out of your thoughts and looked at her with a smile and a small nod before you took your first sip, the cool beer doing little to calm down your heated skin.
“Do I make you nervous, darling?” Lilia asked, leaning forward slightly.
You opened your mouth to answer before closing it again, how were you meant to answer that? Yes, she made you nervous, but only because every time you looked at her, you wished she would pin you against the nearest surface and kiss you. But no, she didn’t make you nervous because she was intimidating or scary, sure she could be, but you just wanted her to be intimidating while you were laying horizontally in her bed.
“Um, well, y-yes, but not in like a bad way or anything,” you admitted, deciding to go with a semi-truth instead of admitting you wanted to bury your face between her legs or chest.
Lilia hummed, seemingly happy with your answer and she took another sip of her beer. You looked down at your list and almost threw up in your mouth, you couldn’t ask her that, if she gave you an even half-honest answer you think you might just pass away. You decided to skip it and go to the next one.
“Would you say that witchcraft is something only for wom-”
“No, you skipped a question there, sweetheart,” Lilia smiled, placing her beer on her leg and wiping her thumb over the rim of it.
The sight made your brain short-circuit for a moment, this felt deliberate, like each action and move was intentionally done to make you squirm.
“R-right, I just, I don’t know if it’s-” Lilia gave you a stern look and you resigned, “w-why do you think that um, kinks have become heavily associated with witchcraft?” Lilia raised an eyebrow at you and you bit the inside of your cheek before continuing the question, “A-and do you have any k-kinks that m-might be associated with witchcraft?”
You wanted to curl up in a hole and die, your face was redder than a tomato and you could feel the heat of your flush on your arms. Lilia’s face curled into a wicked smile and she hummed.
“I think that still has to do with the freedom from men,” she said, taking another sip, “and as for kinks, well, the abundance of pretty little things like yourself certainly hasn’t stopped my exploration,”
You could feel her eyes on you, particularly on your chest in the thin shirt. Wait…did she call you pretty? You hated how bad you were with social cues, had she been flirting with you the whole time?
“And I suppose almost everyone, witchy or not, has their fair share of kinks, like you for example. What are your kinks, sweetheart?” Lilia asked, placing her hand on your knee.
You froze again, both at her question and her hand on your bare knee. Your brain tried to process everything she had just said and you were sure she could hear how loud your heart was beating.
“I-uh, I don’t really have any, I don’t think,” you mumbled, not really able to look her in the eyes.
“Mhm, well there’s the name-calling,” Lilia said with a smile.
Your eyes went wide, you weren’t really sure what she meant but if she was going further you would love to find out.
“For example,” Lilia said, her hand leaving your thigh to grip your jaw and force you to look at her, “do you want to be my dirty little slut, y/n?”
Your eyes were wide and your mouth was hung open as you let out a shaky breath, that’s what she meant by name-calling. Yes, you did, you would be anything for her if she asked, and fucking hell, she just did. You nodded your head as best as you could and Lilia gave you a small pout.
“Words, baby,” she said, her nails digging into the skin of your jaw.
“Yes, please,” you whimpered, your voice shaky.
Lilia smiled at you and pulled your face closer to hers and she closed the distance, pressing her lips against yours. You whimpered against her lips, letting her take full control as her tongue swiped against your bottom lip. You eagerly let her in and she pulled you onto her lap. Your legs straddled hers and you rested your hands against her shoulders, never once letting her break the kiss as you continued to slot your lips against hers. Lilia let go of your jaw and slid her hands up under your tank top.
“When you gave me that list, I really thought it was a mistake,” she said, barely pulling away from your lips, “and then you showed up here, in this fucking top,” her words were almost a growl now, “and I knew you were just a needy little slut who needs to be taught her place,”
You whimpered under her touch, her hands sliding over your bra and fingers running over your nipples. You pulled away for a breath and Lilia was looking at you with pure hunger in her eyes.
“P-please,” you gasped, leaning into her touch.
Lilia let out a low groan and trailed her lips along your jaw. Her teeth nipped at your skin, dark marks beginning to form under her kisses. She scraped her nails down the side of your body, the sensation setting your body aflame. The hand slipped under your skirt and you could feel the way she had to restrain herself from flipping you on your back and taking you as she felt the wetness that had pooled in your underwear.
“Fucking hell,” Lilia growled, her eyes fluttering shut as she lost herself for a moment in the feel of your hips pushing against her hand.
You reached for her cheeks and pulled her back to your lips, biting at her bottom lip before kissing her again. Your hands slid up to Lilia’s hair, your nails scraping over her scalp as you took out the hair tie that was holding up the salt and pepper curls. You both had your eyes closed now, getting lost in the feeling of each other. Her finger ran up your covered slit and you gasped against her lips.
“Bedroom,” Lilia growled, “now,”
You didn’t want to get off her, to stop kissing her but the feeling of her hands pushing you off made you reluctantly stand, your legs shaky. Lilia chuckled at your reaction, taking you by the hand and leading you to the bedroom. You could hardly believe this was happening, something that you had dreamed about all year and it was finally happening.
The second you were past the door to her room Lilia had you pushed against it, her mouth back on yours in an instant. You didn’t have a chance to even glance at your surroundings before Lilia lifted your shirt up and threw it onto the floor, her lips finding your neck. You threw your head back against the wall, a soft whine leaving your lips as she bit at the skin on your neck.
“L-Lilia, please,” you gasped, your hands finding her hair again, “I-fuck, I need…”
“Shh, I know baby,” Lilia muttered against your skin, “you’re just a needy little thing aren’t you?”
You moaned in response, pushing your chest forward and into her hands. Lilia squeezed at the skin of your chest and pulled at your nipples, forcing a cry from your throat, before she pulled you by the waist and forced you onto the bed. You looked up at her with wide eyes as you bit your lip, you wanted her clothes off as well but resigned to the simple fact that she was in charge and you would take whatever she gave you. Lilia watched the way your eyes raked over her body and she smiled, slipping the robe off her shoulders. You watched with rapt attention the way the robe fell off her shoulders and you were partly disappointed to find that the jumpsuit had short sleeves. You couldn’t take your eyes off of her, and when you met her eyes they were dark and lust-filled.
“What do you want, baby?” Lilia asked, stepping between your legs, “you gotta ask for what you want,”
Her chest was right in your eyeline and you swallowed thickly, bunching your hands into fists to stop yourself from reaching up to her. The smile on her face made your cheeks burn, her intense stare and the way she ran her fingers up and down your shoulder made you want to play the game that she had set.
“I thought it was my turn to ask a question,” you said, the shake in your voice betraying you.
Lilia’s smile widened and she nodded, letting you have your moment.
“Why?” Was all you said, biting the inside of your cheek nervously.
Lilia furrowed her brows, looking at you confused.
“Why are you doing this?” You clarified, fiddling with your fingers.
“Because every time I see you, I want to bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you until you scream my name,” Lilia said, gripping your jaw and forcing you to look at her.
Your eyes flicked down for a second before you met her gaze again, the air in your lungs coming in short and shallow breaths.
“How long h-” Lilia raised an eyebrow at you and caught on, “sorry, your turn,” you said sheepishly.
Lilia hummed in response, her thumb stroking gently over your cheek and you leaned into the touch.
“Are you okay with this?” Lilia asked the concern written clearly on her face.
Somehow you knew, if you weren’t, she would stop and it would have no effect on the way she treated you as a student. But you also knew if you stopped now you would forever be stuck dreaming about the feel of her lips on yours, wondering what could have been.
“I have never been more okay with anything in my life,” you said, your hand reaching for the one that rested on your face.
You pressed a soft kiss against her palm before moving her hand down and pressing it against your throat. Lilia took the hint and with a smile, wrapped her hand around your throat, not squeezing but just sitting there.
“Can I take off your clothes?” You asked, your voice soft and breathy as you refused to break eye contact with her.
Lilia nodded and let go of your throat, turning around so you could undo the button that sat on the back of her neck. You pulled the sleeves down her arms and pressed kisses along her back, delighting in the soft gasps the action elicited. Lilia turned back around and your eyes were instantly drawn to her chest.
“You can touch them if you want,” Lilia laughed, slipping her bra off her shoulders.
Your hands shot up faster than you expected and Lilia chucked at your eagerness. You squeezed at the flesh and wrapped your legs around her, forcing the older woman closer to you so you could bring a dusty nipple to your mouth. Lilia let out a low groan as your teeth scraped across the hardening bud. Your hand rolled her other nipple between two fingers and Lilia held your head closer to her, her nails scraping against your scalp. You moaned against her nipple and swapped to the other one, giving it the same treatment.
“Mhm, what else can you do with your tongue, baby?” Lilia asked, the slight quivering of her voice giving away how much she was enjoying it.
You very reluctantly pulled away from her chest and smiled.
“Well I played flute for ten years so I’m pretty good at tonguing,” you giggled, “and fingering,”
Lilia laughed at the double meaning of your words and leaned down to kiss you again.
“Why don’t you show me then,” Lilia teased, pushing you onto your back.
You pushed yourself further back on the bed, it wasn’t big but it also wasn’t small, the perfect size for one person comfortably or two people wrapped up in each other. Lilia slid her underwear down her legs and you bit your lip as you watched. Lilia crawled up your body, pulling your skirt down your legs and pressing kisses along the skin.
“L-Lilia, wait,” you said, her mouth close to your neck.
Her eyes flashed to yours, looking for anything that might have made you uncomfortable.
“I’m fine,” you reassured her, “I just wanted you to know that I’m not doing this for a grade or anything, I really like you,”
Lilia smiled and pressed a kiss to your lips, her fingers soft against your cheek.
“I know, baby, I can see the way you stare at me,” she chuckled, her lips finding yours again.
“Okay, great, then come up here and sit on my face please,” you said with a wide smile and Lilia laughed.
She continued to climb up your body and you eagerly patted the sheets on either side of your head making the older woman laugh.
“Give an old bat a chance,” Lilia said, batting your hands away.
You giggled and when she was finally over your face you pulled her by her thighs down onto your face, your tongue eagerly licking up her slit. Lilia cried out, her hands reaching for the headboard in an effort to try and stabilise herself against your tongue.
“Fuck baby, you weren’t kidding,” Lilia cried out, pushing herself down on you harder.
Breathing was getting harder to do but you didn’t care, you would die happy between her legs, the taste of her the best thing you’d ever had. You could feel yourself getting lost in her, barely even registering the way Lilia’s moans increased in pitch, her thighs squeezing harder around your head. Your nails dug into her thighs, pulling her and holding her as close to you as possible. Your mouth wrapped around her clit, sucking on the sensitive bud and making her cry out. Lilia’s hand found your hair and her nails dug into your scalp, holding you in place as she chased her own pleasure. You easily slid your tongue into her, curling the muscle and tasting her as much as you could.
“Fucking hell,” Lilia moaned, her head thrown back, “how long is your tongue?”
You pushed your tongue in as deep as it would go and Lilia’s moans turned breathy and high-pitched. You could feel her walls tightening around your tongue and you curled it again. It was when you moaned against her that Lilia tumbled over the edge, your name falling from her lips like a prayer. You continued to lick at her, cleaning up the mess with small licks, determined not to waste a single drop of her. The older woman pulled herself off your face and you licked your lips, cleaning up only a small amount of her arousal from your face.
“If you thought that was good, you should see what I can do with my fingers,” you giggled, resting yourself on your elbows as Lilia caught her breath.
Lilia just chuckled, her fingers reaching forward and smearing her arousal around your lips, undoing the work you just did to clean them.
“My dirty little slut, so eager to please,” Lilia hummed, pressing kisses along your chest.
You opened your mouth to respond but all that came out was a strangled moan as her fingers deftly entered you, two of them sliding in with no resistance. When she curled them you saw stars, the pads of her fingers hitting the right spot inside you and you cried out, your hips bucking against her hand.
“Are you gonna be a good girl and cum on my fingers?” Lilia asked, her nose brushing against your cheek.
You couldn't think, couldn't talk with the way her fingers were curling inside you just right. All you could do was moan and nod, a string of incoherent pleas falling from your lips. You could hardly believe how fast this woman had made you lose your mind but the thought was instantly thrown from you when she added a third finger and curled. All you could do was cry out again, your whole body feeling like it was about to explode as your orgasm crashed over you. You called out her name, your hands scratching at her shoulders in an effort to hold something. The older woman hissed in pain at the feeling of your nails but didn't say anything but praise in your ear as your walls squeezed around her fingers.
“That's my needy little slut,” Lilia groaned, her lips grazing your ear as she spoke.
You mewled into her ear and continued to rock your hips against her hand as you rode the waves of pleasure. You had no words to say, you had never expected the night to end like this and you honestly couldn't have asked for anything better. The way Lilia slowly slid her fingers from you had you whimpering and you watched as she brought her fingers to her lips and sucked your arousal off them. You moaned at the sight as Lilia closed her eyes, enjoying the taste of you on her fingers.
“Mhm, just as sweet as you look,” Lilia said with a wink and you blushed.
Lilia chuckled and you pulled her on top of you, letting your lips meet softly. You let her move you around so that your bodies were pressed together and you nuzzled your face into her neck, pressing soft and open mouthed kisses as you felt sleep tug at your eyes. Lilia’s hands wrapped around you and began to play with the ends of your hair.
“Any other questions you wanted to ask?” Lilia asked, a smile playing on her lips.
“Maybe…in the morning,” you said with a yawn, looking up at her with heavy eyes.
Lilia hummed and twirled a strand of your hair as you drifted off to sleep, your body wrapped snugly against her.