The Conquerors bloodline

Chapter 242: Bunny fun [2]



Chapter 242: Bunny fun [2]

The moment his fingers touched her ears the skin across Velvets body was set on end. Goosebumps rose and immediately her face flushed red. She unconsciously twitched her ear, a vainful attempt to quell her unreasonable fears that he'd be like Cardin and just tug on it.

She knew he wouldn't, that he was more like Coco in both gentleness and mischievous. The way he touched her ear at the base, just barely pinching it with enough power to let her know he was touching it, it was nothing like the cruel squeezing of her underclassman.

Parc's rolled his thumb in small, circular motions on the inside of her ear, pushing just barely into the opening and close enough to a soft spot that made Velvets entire body twitch.

"I've always wondered about you faunus' with ears," Parc muttered, his circles growing larger and the girls twitching growing with him. "Call me weird but it just seems anatomically confusing. I mean, where do these ears connect? Do you have extra holes in the top of your head? But they still have to connect with the part of your brain that lets you hear. That or your brains have multiple hearing parts."

Velvet squirmed, the tips of her ears struggling not to fall into lopsidedness from his cruel and continuous massaging. She ground her legs together and tried not to whimper in pleasure.

His pressuring press lessened, on one hand, the one Velvet felt was holding her most lopsided of ears, and with his fingers still touching the plush, velvety fur lining her ears stroked upwards, bringing with it a rush of that forced it straight.

At the tip, he released completely and her ear fell limp only for him to return to the base and stroke upwards once more.

Every time she'd bite her lip harder and puffed wet breaths heavily through her nose. It was sexual, she knew it wasn't. It wasn't even striking up her horny parts into action, just the parts of her that was revelling in the constant pleasuring that made her mind melt.

His hand's stroked, twisted, massaging every bit of each of her ears with agonizing skill. Velvet couldn't see it, but she could feel it, his smile so filled with glee that he was making her flutter in euphoria like a bunny in a field of gourmet carrots.

Then, it just stopped. She could feel his fingers on her ears but his movements had stopped and his grip loosened enough that she could shrivel and finally whimper out a moan.

"Haaahn" she didn't mean to sound so perverse but she couldn't help herself, it just happened.

Velvet leaned over the table, her ears dragging between his fingers only further set of more electric sparks inside her. He kept them held, pulling them back then leaned down whispering close to her left bunny ear.

"Sounds like you're enjoying yourself." He hungrily said. She could hear it, starvation, a bestial intonation to his voice. One of desire, one seeking a mate to cure its rut. She gulped but the spit struggled to descend her throat.

"S-sir, w-we can't," She wanted to say more but all she could do was fumble foolishly over herself.

He pulled her right ear close to his mouth, she could feel his breath teasing every follicle of hair. "Why not? Because I'm a teacher?" his other hand trailed down her cheek and grasped her shoulder, pulling her into the backrest of her chair before slowly trickling across her shoulder blades and up her throat. His thumb soon arriving by her lower lip while the rest of his handheld her cheek.

His fingers were rough and calloused but that only proved to make the gesture ever more sensual for her. Parc pulled down her lip and whispered cooley, "Doesn't that just make it more fun? Breaking a taboo like that? A teacher and his students connected nor with their minds, but with their body. Entranced in the pleasure of the other."

He nibbled the side of her ear and her body jerked uncontrollably. "That's-that's wrong sir." Velvet failed to convince even herself from how she was leaning slouching just enough that his digits could drop from her chin and began unbuttoning her blouse one, by, one.

"But you're not stopping me."

He leaned further over and Velvet limply looked up to him. Her nose twitching rapidly like the excited rabbit she was.

Parc's smile widened enough that the sparkling definition of his teeth glinted in the soft torchlit lighting of the classroom. He watched her draw a blank then drew close and before she knew it, his lips were on hers.

For a second her eyelids bolted wide but quickly softened to half-lidded moons. Her inner sensibilities told her to turn away only for her inner animal to force her to keep still and let him steal her lips.

The kiss was sweet, he was skilful but not forceful, his tongue kept place inside his mouth and simply bit and teased both her upper and lower lip. Soon letting her take over as they tasted each other.

His smell, oh it addled her mind so furiously like a freshly baked carrot cake just cool enough to be still warm to the tongue yet not so blisteringly hot to hurt.

In the end, it was her to push out her tongue, to let it snake through her succulent and moistened lips and press into his mouth greedily pleading for him to fulfil her yearnings.

While that happened his hand stopped unbuttoning her blouse and dug beneath it. Unhesistating as she pried even further beneath her bra and gripped her breast with a soft yet simultaneously firm hold.

Her nipple was already engorged and as she began to undulate and massage her tit it only grew harder.

Every second she shivered she felt her panties grow moister and her inner thighs more uncomfortable.

Parc twisted his tongue around hers and pushed back into her mouth about to pull away when Velvet bit downnot with any painful force but enough to keep hold of his squirming tongueand yearningly suckled it hoping for him to bring it back into her moist mouth.

He indulged her but in return gripped her breast tighter.

Velvet didn't moan but she wanted to, badly.

Suddenly he escaped her, his lips parted and his hand was tugged from her breast. She watched him disappointed that it had ended but as he quickly skated around to her side she could see it. The bulge in his pants so large it was terrifying.

She forced herself to look up.

"Stand up." He said excitedly and she shakily complied.

The professor stroked her cheek, her chest puffing for breath as her ears hung slovenly over her deep brunette hair.

"Sit on the table."

For a second she didn't know what to think, certainly not that.

She looked to it then back to him but said nothing in question and simply did what he asked and seated herself with a light bounce and kept facing him. Expression still filled with desire and lewd hungering.

He stood there, appraising her every inch. Her skin reddened with heat, her ears sloppy and hanging, her eyes hazed and horny with mist. He could even see beneath her dress, at least, that's what it felt like. Her skirt hadn't hiked up but when he looked down there it felt like he could see them, her panties wettened with her juices.

Then he did the strangest thing. He didn't touch the buckle of his pants, nor did he touch her. Parc reached for the chair and pulled it a meter away from the table and seated himself down. Arms resting over his opened legs and fingers interwoven.

"Give me a show." He said with such domineering that it trembled her womanly instincts.


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