Professor Dianna's kiss remained fierce, her mouth devouring mine as the sensations intensified. Her hips continued their relentless grind against my lap, a dizzying, intoxicating rhythm. With a sudden, aggressive shift, she arched her back, her fingers deftly slipping her underwear aside with a soft, almost imperceptible rustle of fabric. Her hand, which had been expertly stroking me inside my pants, now withdrew, her fingers curling around my hips, pulling me even closer. "Now, Void Prince," she growled, a low, guttural sound of pure command that vibrated deep in her throat, her eyes flashing wildly with unbridled hunger as she guided me inside her. The sudden, warm, wet embrace of her body was electrifying, a shockwave of pleasure that made my breath hitch. She continued to kiss me, her lips never leaving mine, her tongue still aggressively battling mine, as she began to move, a slow, deliberate up and down motion, drawing me deeper within her, taking control of the rhythm.
Her body grew hotter, a fierce internal heat that radiated outward, making my own skin prickle. Through the kiss, I felt her whisper, a desperate, raw sound that was almost a growl: "Faster, Ven! More, more! I need you to move, now!" Her teeth sank into my lower lip, a sharp, thrilling bite that drew a faint taste of copper, then moved to my neck, biting and sucking with a hunger that left a burning trail. I felt her nails, sharp and insistent, lightly scratch my shoulders, urging me on.
With a sudden, violent pull, her hands clenched into fists, tearing at the fabric of her blue dress bodice with a furious, desperate energy. The material shrieked as it ripped, buttons flying, revealing her bare breasts in a raw, uninhibited display. They were exquisite, rising and falling wildly with her quickened, ragged breaths, framed by her flowing white hair, almost a halo around her flushed face. She tore her lips from mine, her eyes wide and glazed with desire, a wild, almost manic glint in their pale blue depths, and then, without hesitation, she pulled my head down to her chest.
I felt the soft, warm skin of her breast against my cheek, and then her nipple, hard and demanding, pressed against my mouth. She gasped, a deep, guttural moan escaping her lips, her hips grinding even more aggressively on my lap, forcing me deeper still. Her face, a mask of pure, uninhibited ecstasy, was flushed a vivid crimson, her brow furrowed in fierce pleasure, and her eyes, wide and sparkling, seemed to hold the entire universe of desire. "Ah, it's good," she whispered fiercely, almost a command, her voice ragged with a raw, unbridled passion. "More, more, more, Void Prince! Don't you dare hold back!" Her hand, now free from my pants and clutching my hip, grew even wilder, her fingers a blur of motion, demanding my full response. This isn't the calm, elegant professor from class, I realized, a dazed, thrilling thought cutting through the haze of pleasure. This is a wild, demanding force, utterly consuming. She's completely in charge, and I'm... I'm letting her. I have no choice but to follow her every command. Her breath came in sharp, desperate pants, and her face, flushed a deep crimson, burned against my cheek like she was in a fever, her eyes sparkling with a fierce, dominating fire.
For a minute or so, she continued her wild movements on my lap, until she finally drowned in pleasure, her body trembling before she stilled, laying her head on my chest, breathing heavily.
"Up," she commanded, her voice still husky with recent passion, a soft, insistent whisper against my ear, even as her body relaxed. It wasn't a question. I obeyed instantly, gently picking her up, my body still humming with residual arousal, and moved her to her desk. As I spread her legs, she looked up at me, a languid, almost lazy smile gracing her lips, her eyes still half-lidded with passion. "You want more, don't you, Void Prince?" she purred, her fingers tracing a slow line up my thigh. "Come and take it. And pull my hair, Ven. I want to feel your grip."
I didn't say anything, I just thrust inside her, a deep, satisfying connection. She gasped, a loud moan escaping her lips, and I kissed her passionately, drinking in her pleasure. "Harder, Ven! Faster! Don't stop!" she demanded, her nails digging lightly into my shoulders, urging me on. Her moans grew louder, a desperate, almost animalistic sound that filled the room. "Change position, Void Prince! Now!" she screamed, her voice raw, and I instantly shifted, pivoting her body, pushing her against the wall, my hands gripping her hips, forcing her to meet my rhythm. Her head fell back against the cool stone, her long white hair a tangled mess around her, and her eyes rolled back in her head, a pure, unadulterated scream of pleasure tearing from her throat. "Kiss me, Ven! Kiss me!" she yelled, her voice hoarse with desire, and I pulled her face to mine, devouring her lips. I then lifted her, moving us in a rhythmic up and down motion, the warmth inside her enveloping me. I lost track of time, lost in the raw sensation. She moaned louder, a desperate plea. "More!" she cried, pulling me closer. We kissed again, her hands tearing at my shirt, undressing me completely. I, in turn, stripped her of the last remnants of her dress.
I gripped her hair, guiding her as I thrust, turning her face to the wall, pushing deeper, harder. A moment later, she cried out, her body tensing as she reached her peak. She turned her face back to me, a radiant smile illuminating her features, and she kissed me deeply.
"I love you," I heard myself say, the words escaping my lips without thought, raw and honest in the aftermath of our shared intensity.
I then picked her up and carried her to a nearby sofa, my desire still burning strong. She slid to her knees before me, taking me into her mouth. Her eyes, still holding that wild glint, met mine, and she whispered, "Show me, Void Prince. Show me everything. Don't hold back. Bite me, Ven. Leave your mark." I felt the wet warmth of her tongue, skillfully working its magic.
Suddenly, I pulled her up, placing her back onto my lap. She gasped, a surprised "Ah!" escaping her. "As expected from youthful energy," she murmured, a hint of a tired smile playing on her lips. I wrapped my hands around her waist, moving her gently, matching her now dwindling energy, as we kissed and held each other close.
At last, exhausted but profoundly content, I cuddled her on the sofa. We lay there for a long while, her body still naked against mine, the sweet scent of her hair and skin enveloping me in a cloud of shared intimacy. The room around us, once so pristine, was now a testament to our passion: Professor Dianna's elegant blue dress lay in a torn heap on the floor, buttons scattered like fallen stars, her hair a wild, beautiful mess around her flushed face. The chair was slightly askew, and the air still hummed with the faint, sweet scent of our combined exertions.