Hot for Teacher

Warnings: Lemon, student punishment, kink, semi-NC, AU, PWP.
This story contains explicit sexual material and also involves non-
consentuality. Please do not read on if you are offended by such
material, or are too young to view such content.

Pairing: Sylphiel (Slayers) / Kurama (Yu Yu Hakusho)

Disclaimer: Sylphiel Nels Lahda is the property of Hajime Kanzaka,
Rui Araizumi, and Kadokawa Shoten and Kurama is the property of
Togashi Yoshihiro.


AN: This is a crossover pairing between Sylphiel and Kurama set into
an alternate universe outside of their canon worlds. In this world,
Kurama is the biology teacher of a Tokyo high school where he has a
not-so healthy attraction to a particular female student by the name
of Sylphiel. This was derived from a role-play between Kit and myself
because we love pairing Sylphiel and Kurama together, so we thought
to do a side story. It\'s very OOC as this is something the characters
would not do in a normal canon atmosphere and should not be taken
seriously, especially on Kurama\'s part for he would never force
someone into having sex with him (he doesn\'t need to use force anyway
*grin*).


Word Key:
-sensei: suffix used to denote one\'s teacher
-senpai: suffix used to denote one\'s senior or older graduate
onegai: please
matte: stop
hai: yes
iie: no

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-Hot for Teacher-

By: Tara-hime and Petite Kitsune

She gazed up at the door to the classroom with wariness. Why was she
being summoned after school? Were her grades slipping? Sylphiel shook
her head, causing her two ponytails to caress her face. That couldn\'t
be it, this was biology and it was her best subject. \'Maybe he needs
me to tutor someone?\' she thought, though her face heated up
slightly. Why would he need to see her alone to tell her that then?
Smoothing the creases in her skirt, which she always thought was far
too short, she softly knocked on the door, \"Minamino-sensei?\" she
called, looking inside the classroom, \"You wished to see me?\"

Inside the classroom he had been sitting silently, the majority of
the lights off so that only the dying, blood-hued rays of the
afternoon sun illuminated him from the window behind his desk,
turning his already-crimson hair to a fiery tangle of silk, though
its style was subdued, tied back at the nape of his neck in a shining
tail. He\'d loosened his tie a bit, but that didn\'t detract from the
proper, elegant look he bore in his every nuance. \"Come in,\" he said,
though he did not look up from the papers on his desk. \"And close the
doohindhind you.\"

\"Yes sir,\" came the meek response as she did what she was told and
shut the door. Her heart fluttered a little against her prominent
breast, it and its twin enhanced by her tight fitting jacket. \'Must
it be so dim?\' she wondered, though choosing not to say anything on
it. movemoved to stand in front of his desk, with her hands clasped
in front of her, and waited patiently for him to acknowledge her
presence.

Under cover of his bangs hanging down over his eyes, he looked up at
her surreptitiously, though his hand kept inscribing, in its neat and
unfailingly proper script, on the paper before him. An appreciative
little smile curved his lips as his gaze followed her curves,
intrigued with the shortness of the skirt and the clinging tightness
of her jacket. Finally he capped his pen and gathered the papers,
stacking them neatly and putting them away into a drawer, leaving the
desk bare. Only then did he look up at her properly. Kurama\'s eyes
practically glowed, though his expression was politely
unreadable. \"So you came, as you were told, did you? I must say I\'m
not surprised,\" he said silkily, planting his palms on his desk.

Sylphiel felt the tips of her ears burn from the intense gaze he gave
her from beneath his glasses, \"I\ot sot sure I understand Minamino-
sensei?\" she said, her hands becoming a bit nervous and she smoothed
her skirt again to occupy them. \"What do you mean?\"

\"The top student in this class, and in most of your others as well,
if I\'m not mistaken,\" he continued on, his stare heating, green eyes
elegantly narrowed nd tnd the silver-rimmed glasses he wore. \"I\'m not
so sure you aren\'t getting a bit complacent over your rank in this
school.\"

\"Begging your pardon sensei, but I am content with it.\" Sylphiel
softly protested, trying not to look directly at him, \"My father
wishes for me to do well enough in high school to enter college so
that I may study medicine.\"

Kurama waved his hand dismissively. \"If that is all, then you will be
well-equipped for it. But that\'s not what I meant. It seems to be
that either we are not challenging you enough, or...\" he smirked
slowly, \"you haven\'t a great enough respect for authority. You will
not even meet my eyes willingly, will you?\"

\"I do not want to seem disrespectful sir,\" she shyly responded,
bowing her head. In truth, it hurt to look at him, his looks were
above and beyond attractive. He had this sexual prowess that made her
heart race. \"But I have the utmost respect for you sensei.\" she
added, gazing at her Mary Jane-styled shoes.

Planting one hand on the desk, Kurama leaned over its width and
cupped her chin in his palm, which was strong and warm and eminently
capable, then lifted her face so he could study it. \"Really...? Then
we shall see if you can follow simple instructions,\" he said
softly. \"Now look at me.\"

From beneath her bangs and lashes, she slowly lifted her shy sea-
green eyes to meet his emerald ones. \"Hai sensei...\"

\"Good girl!\" said Kurama approvingly, though a bit distracted. His
prim, proper attire was beginning to feel a bit tight, a bit
constricting. The pad of his thumb idly brushed against her cheek in
circling motions. \"Now this isn\'t so hard, is it?\"

Sylphiel felt her cheeks begin to color, \"N-no sensei...\" she
whispered.

\"Such a pretty face... I think it\'s a pity you don\'t blush more,\"
Kurama commented with a little smile, relishing this little
game. \"Let us see... another simple request...\" His thumb lightly
wandered along the curve of her lower lip, brushing at the
softness. \"We\'ll start easy... kiss my hand, first,\" he decided,
voice elegantly musical, though stentorian.

Sylphiel\'s breath caught a little as she gasped, \"Sensei? I... I
don\'t think that would be very proper...\" she said.

\"I don\'t think it was a question I asked of you, was it now?\" purred
Kurama quietly, his voice laced with amusement. \"Now, do as you were
told.\"

She shook her head slightly to remove his hand from his face, \"No! I
will not!\" she softly protested, her delicate features forming a
frown.

\"I think,\" said Kurama, rounding the desk to eliminate the space
between them, \"that you will. I am your superior and you will do as I
say, when I say it -- or you will face punishment! Besides... it will
not be so very unpleasant for you, will it?\" His presence brought
with it the fragrant scent of roses and something more, a low,
intoxicating hint of masculinity and spice, giving the sensual rose a
bit of an edge.

Sylphiel took a few hesitant steps back, looking to the side, \"I
can\'t sensei, it would be improper,\" she said, secretly inhaling his
scent and chided herself for the small wave of heat she felt from it.

\"Propriety be damned,\" purred Kurama, his voice dropping an
octave. \"In case you haven\'t noticed, dear student, we are... quite
alone, or did that slip your mind? Now, you\'re looking away again.
Must I punish you?\"

\"Y-yan\'an\'t do this...\" Sylphiel said, \"I am a good student, I
haven\'t done anything that deserves this!\" she said, though she
trembled slightly.

\"You\'ve been quite naughty,\" chided Kurama in a velvety
tone. \"Tempting the teacher that way... it simply isn\'t kind! Should
I simply let you go?\" He took another step toward her, in that
graceful, spare way he had, not a single shift wasted.

\"I don\'t know what you\'re talking about!\" Sylphiel protested, moving
backwards in an attempt to get to the door, \"I haven\'t been tempting
you.\" she said, her voice showing her nervousness.

\"Oh, really?\" murmured Kurama, eyes sparkling before he looked away,
down at his shoes, studying the glossy polished shine of them. A
moment later, he said silkily, \"You\'re an honor Biology student,
right? Then tell me -- what do you do when you\'ve made a hypothesis
about a question...?\"

\"You perform an experiment...\" Sylphiel said, her voice no more than
a whisper as she answered his question.

\"Good girl... so, I have a proposal to make to you,\" he said
calmly. \"Based on my observations, I believe that you are not as
afraid as you would have me see. Now, to prove this, I would like to
carry out a little experiment. Do you understand?\"

Sylphiel hesitated, \"What kind of experiment?\" she asked.

\"A simple kiss,\" promised Kurama, eyes gleaming with mischief behind
his glasses, his lean body silhouetted against the dying sun in the
window. \"If you find me repulsive and cannot respond to me, then I
will leave well enough alone and you will be free to go. If not...\"
He left it open, either a promise or a threat.

Sylphiel shook her head, \"I cannot sensei, it would be improper and
just wrong. I\'m going out with Gourry-senpai!\" she said, turning
around to head out the door.

With a quiet swearword, Kurama strode after her. Seizing her by her
arm, he turned her, brooking no argument, and with his free hand he
lifted her chin, and bent to take by tender force her mouth, his own
chaste at first.

Sylphiel struggled against his hold on her, trying to break free. She
wasn\'t going to admit how nice his lips felt, this was wrong! She had
a boyfriend and couldn\'t betray him. Breaking the kiss, she tried to
free herself, \"Minamino-sensei, let me go! Onegai!\"

\"I\'m afraid I can\'t do that, pet,\" said Kurama softly, almost
apologetically. Without any effort at all, it seemed, he lifted her
off the floor, and was making his way to his desk and his chair, a
quiet resolve on his face. \"You must be punished.\"

Her green eyes grew wide with shock, \"No Minamino-sensei! I won\'t do
it again! I... there\'s no need for it!\" she begged, squirming in his
hold.

\"A disobedient student,\" he murmured in response, his voice as polite
and soft as ever, \"must be punished. I am sorry, pet.\" Kurama easily
handled her negligible weight, even squirming.

Sylphiel\'s face flushed with e ane and she sighed in defeat,
accepting her fate. When he set her down on her feet, she innocently
held out her hands, palms facing upward, waiting for the strike of a
ruler to hit them.

Instead, Kurama pulled his chair out, then picked her back up as he
sat down, then turned her over his knees, all without saying a word.

The creamy complexion of Sylphiel\'s cheeks grew from red to instant
pale, \'Oh Gods no...\' she thought, then squirmed to break free from
his lap.

Kurama held her pinned there, eyes lookinwn awn at her shapely
backside, studying it for a moment before he skillfully flipped the
thin material of her uniform skirt up. His lips curved impishly, and
his free hand curved against her bottom for a moment, before it rose,
then came down with a muffled -smack-.

Sylphiel let out a sudden squeal as her body moved forward, the crack
making heat flood onto her sensitive skin. She whimpered slightly,
shame flooding her face. She tensed her body and squeezed her eyes
shut.

Kurama repeated his motions, though between blows he let his hand
lightly caress, linger for a moment longer than it should have. \"A
good student,\" he said persuasively, \"obeys her teacher... do you
understand me...?\"

Sylphiel continued to squirm and whimper, \"Onegai Minamino-sensei,
I\'ll be good!\" she said, pleading more to stop the humiliation than
the pain, which she realized there wasn\'t much of, and she eyes
widened slightly as he rubbed the curve of her shapely bottom beneath
her virginal white panties before smacking her again.

\"There\'s a good girl,\" said Kurama in a pleasant, almost affectionate
tone. \"Only a moment now, to ensure you do not think of disobeying me
again...\"

\"W-why are you doing this sensei? I\'m always on time for class, I
turn in all my assignments and make good grades...\" she asked,
needing to know why this was happening. Unbidden though, she began to
moan from the spreading warmth in her backside and she gasped when
one particular smack hit against the covered lips of her womanhood.

Kurama purred softly, impishly amused. \"I\'ve already told you, pet,
and I do not intend to repeat myself, so listen closely. Tempting the
teacher is not at all acceptable.\" Had she been able to see him, she
might have found some justice in the fact that his own cheeks were
flushed, and a few strands of his gleaming crimson hair were
fluttering around his face, and that his eyes were widened with
vibrant pleasure.

Keeping her eyes closed to hold back any tears, Sylphiel\'s body
continued to jerk forward with his smacks, though instead of making
moans of discomfort, she was making moans of a different
nature. \'I... I can\'t be aroused by this can I?\' she thought, her
cheeks growing redder as the pleasant heat in her bottom flowed to
other areas of her body. Another smack caused her to moan lowly as
she felt the cotton material of her panties start to become damp.

Brilliant amusement came to Kurama\'s face as a wisp of fragrance
reached his senses. Then and there his blows ceased, subsided into a
slight caressing motion. \"Have you learned your lesson, my errant
little pet?\" he asked, his voice a teasing caress. \"Or must I
continue to punish you, though I suspect it is no longer much of a
punishment...?\"

Sylphiel whimpered in embarrassment, \"Iie... I\'ll be good sensei...\"
she said, her face blushing furiously as she felt a rather different
kind of throbbing forming in her body.

\"They say that he who spares discipline does not love,\" mused Kurama,
smiling. \"I am beginning to wonder if that is true. In any case, I am
certain you recall my previous proposition, pet?\" He was giving her
an option again. \"I am certain you will have... reconsidered by now.\"

Sylphiel nodded beneath her curtain of hair, \"Hai sensei...\" she
whispered.

\"Ah, good girl,\" he murmured approvingly as he gently replaced her
uniform skirtoothoothing it down himself as he allowed her to get up
from her position splayed across his lap. \"I want to kiss you,\" he
said persuasively, using the same tone he had but moments ago, soft
and almost affectionately. \"Will you run from me?\"

Sylphiel winced slightly from properly sitting on his lap due to her
sore bottom, but she meekly noddedIie Iie Minamino-sensei,\" she said
softly.

Without another word, Kurama gently placed his hand beneath her chin
and guided their lips together, his own soft and giving at first,
then growing a bit more demanding.

Sylphiel shyly returned his kiss, whimpering beneath his lips, though
she showed no reluctance or wish to stop.

That pleased Kurama greatly, and a dark sense of pleasure was
bubbling within him. This beautiful, delicate girl was his -- and
that pitiful -child- she was dating would be no obstacle to him, he
thought. When he was certain he would not be refused, he gently
sought entry into her mouth, almost pleading.

Sylphiel trembled as her lips softly parted to allow him inside her
warm mouth. Her tongue shyly caressed his own and she moaned softly
into the kiss as it caused her throbbing to increase. \'Gourry-senpai
never kissed me like this before\' she thought, letting him memorize
her mouth.

Purring a tiny bit, Kurama explored her sweet, giving mouth, the hand
he still had under her chin wandering up to lightly caress her cheek,
as though in reward. He found an odd sort of thrill in knowing she
had likely never known attentions of this kind. She seemed so
innocent, so shy, so untouched... he, in this as in public, would be
her teacher, it would seem.

Her body shivered pleasantly as she continued to kiss him, but
Sylphiel made a noise of innocent confusion when she felt his other
hand travel up her inner thigh with surprising gentleness.

Kurama gently broke their kiss to give a soft, \'ssshhh...\' of
reassurance, his gentle fingers caressing as they sought out the
center of her femininity. He whispered quiet words as if to distract
her. \"I won\'t hurt you anymore... hold still, pet... ah, there you
are.\" His fingers had enterntered the soft barrier of her pretty
little white-cotton panties, and pressed against her lightly, wanting
her to speak his name.

Sylphiel moaned, closing her eyes, but shook her head, \"Iie Minamino-
sensei, you shouldn\'t touch me there... I-I... ohhhh.\" she pleaded,
but she couldn\'t help but want his fingers to stroke her, her cheeks
crimson with need.

Kurama knew he shouldn\'t, but he was anyway -- and he didn\'t intend
to stop for anything short of an impending natural disaster. His
forefinger delicately delved under the dampened cotton, and was just
as soon gone, teasing with its caprice. \"Sshh. Don\'t think... just
feel, pet,\" he soothed.

A needy whimper came from her throat, but she nodded, \"Hai sensei...\"
she gasped.

In reward, he returned to the careful, slow invasion, first caressing
lightly, to learn her and get her used to him there, for he was
certain no other had taught her this particular pleasure.

Sylphiel worried her lip between her teeth, feeling embarrassed as he
touched the wet heat between her legs. But that didn\'t stop her from
enjoying his careful, nimble fingers. \"Ohhh sensei....\" she breathed,
resting her forehead on his shoulder, bucking her hips lightly to
gain more of his touch.

\"That\'s it, my little pet,\" encouraged Kurama softly. His
ministrations were pleasing her, it would seem -- he was enjoying
hearing her breathy sighs and feeling her respond to him, though it
crossed his mind she probably didn\'t want to be enjoying his
attentions, even as vibrantly and sweetly as she was urging him on
with her actions.

Feeling the pressure that had gathered burst all at once, Sylphiel
arched her back, making a keening cry in her throat as her womanhood
spasmed around his fingers. She shuddered violently in the aftow ow
and leaned against him again, less she topple over.

\"Splendid,\" he murmured softly, withdrawing his hand and gently
holding her up, lightly stroking her back with his other hand as he
waited for her coherence to return to her.

Sylphiel\'s breathing calmed, only a few panty breaths were made every
so often, \"T-thank you Minamino-sensei,\" she said softly.

\"You were quite welcome to it,\" murmured Kurama, amusement still
lingering in his voice, sparkling is eys eyes. \"But... I am afraid
I\'m not finished.\"

\"Sensei?\" Sylphiel softly questioned, not knowing what he meant and
pulled back slightly to look at him. Her eyes grew a bit wide as she
watched him lick his fingers clean and it caused her to blush
prettily.

\"As sweet as the rest of you,\" he proclaimed, smiling his usual mild-
mannered, half-amused smile. \"You see, since I have taken care of
you, pet, I don\'t quite think it\'s quite fair if you do not help me,
do you?\"

Shyly, Sylphiel licked her lips to moisten them, \"And how shall I
take care of you sensei?\" she asked, shivering a little.

\"I would like to see you, pet, for starters,\" purred Kurama softly,
as he let his eyes wander from the top of her head with its silky
little ponytails to her face, with the lips he had just discovered
were so kissable it should have been a sin, and further, those green
eyes that were normally so placid now practically ablaze. \"Will you
let me?\"

Feeling herself throb again, Sylphiel slowly nodded her consent, \"H-
hai sensei...\" she said, trying not to become excited and failing.

That smile returned to his lips. \"Good girl,\" he said softly. \"Now
then... what should be the first to go?... as much as I love it, I
think that precious little jacket needs to go...\" His fingers sought
the top button and slipped it from its hole. \"... I\'d like for you to
undo the rest now, for me...\"

Flushing, Sylphiel nodded to his command and slowly undid each golden
button, showing off a teasing bit of skin as each one went and she
slipped the jacket off her shoulders to reveal her lacy white bra
that clasped in the front, barely covering her well-endowed breasts.

Her nipples poked through the fabric, fully erect as if they were
begging to be released and suckled upon. She tilted her face to the
side, the redness growing on her cheeks.

\"Beautiful,\" murmured Kurama absently, in a tone that seemed to
suggest a purring cat, as he lifted his hands to gently cup the soft
fullness through the soft lacy fabric, his thumbs lightly brushing
across the delicate thrust of her nipples. \"Very, very beautiful... I
bet they are as perfect as the rest of you, when they are free.\" His
fingers sought and carefully worked the clasp, eyes afire with a
quiet, almost dangerous lust.

Sylphiel whimpered in her throat as he brushed that nipple and then
she felt the clasp loosen, her plump breasts popping free from their
restricting confines. Their nipples\' normal rosy color had grown
darker and they started to ache slightly in time with her lower
regions throbbing.

\"I was right,\" he murmured triumphantly, bending to place a careful
open-mouthed kiss on the full, elegant upper curve. \"You may be
shy... but they certainly are not.\"

Stiffening as tightly as her nipples were, Sylphiel gasped at the
contact as it sent sparks go through her. She lowered her head and
watched him through heavily lidded green eyes, whimpering.

Kurama\'s tongue delicately traced that precious full curve, before
working its way down to her nipple, which he gently kissed before
taking it into his mouth. There he teased and nibbled, his hand
paying its attentions to the other.

\"AhhhhAhhhhh.....\" Sylphiel moaned, actually enjoying his hot mouth
on the soft fullness of her breasts, how he lingered on one nipple to
lightly tug at it with his teeth while he pinched the other. \"S-s-s-
sensei...\" she stuttered out.

He purred softly, keeping himself under a careful watch. He was her
first, he was sure, and as much as he would have -loved- to sweep her
off her feet and ravish her with his own brand of loving violence, he
knew he must be gentle with her, to proceed at this maddeningly slow
pace until she told him otherwise, either with words or actions.
Kurama would ensure that she was as eager as he was when the time
came -- and he had been waiting for weeks on end, ever unfulfilled.

\"Sensei...\" Sylphiel whimpered as he switched his attentions, his
thumb and forefinger closing on the moistened nipple his mouth just
left, squeezing it. She wasn\'t aware that she was slowly rocking her
hips in time to her sensei\'s teasing fondling of her nipples, nor of
the noises of pleasure that formed within her milky white throat.

A moment later, when he was certain he had equally divided his
attentions, Kurama lifted his head and gazed up at her, his glasses
slightly askew and his eyes blazing with need behind them as he
watched her. \"My pretty little pet,\" he murmured, his voice husky and
rich, \"you tempt me... more than you can know. And I think... that it
is nearly time to alleviate this delightful tension, for both of us,
do you not agree...?\"

Sylphiel made a low moan that vibrated softly against her lips as she
nodded. She needed to relieve the burning heat that was deep inside
her. Eagerly, she parted her lips, inviting him to plunder her mouth
with his own. She was slowly becoming more aware of the tingling
sensation from her warm backside and feminine center, as the rocking
of her hips became sensual and wanton.

Ah chh chuckle escaped Kurama as he leaned forward to capture her
mouth with his own. A little more time... just a little, he thought
to himself, to keep the part of him howling for release at bay for
just a few more moments. With her seated on his lap, Kurama could
feel her movements becoming more urgent. Shy? Never that, not once
he\'d uncovered this inborn, precious sensuality she seemed to
possess. It allured, drew him in, and drove him to a delicious
insanity.

Moaning, she gently forced his tongue into her own hot mouth, her
tongue stroking his eagerly before sucking on it gently. She made a
soft noise as his hand cupped her sex again through her damp panties;
gently kneading her tender flesh that felt like it was on fire. With
abandon, she rocked her hips more urgently now from the stimulation.

That elicited a sound of pleasure from Kurama, the first he\'d made
yet. He couldn\'t go much longer without practically exploding; his
well-fitted, tailored pants were growing overly tight over his
straining body. He couldn\'t help but imagine what it would be like...

Sylphiel swiftly found another release and her cry of passion
reverberated throughout the classroom. She trembled, her breasts
heaving from her panting and when he removed his hand, she felt a
peculiar hard bulge in his lap that pressed intimately against her
and she looked at him questioningly. For a biy sty student, she sure
had a lot to learn.

\"You did that to me,\" he whispered softly, his eyes afire. \"Seeing
you in your pleasure, tasting you, all of it... that is what I want
help relieving, pet... But... what do -you- want?\"

\"I ache sensei...\" she whispered, her eyes misting with tears, \"I
want relief... but I\'ve never...\" her voice trailed as embarrassment
took over.

\"I know,\" Kurama soothed softly, his hand coming up to gently caress
the flush-warmed silky softness of her cheek. \"I can relieve you...
Sylphiel.\" He said her name for the first time that afternoon,
lingering over it as if it were honey, sweet on his tongue.

Sylphiel made a shuddering sigh from the way he said her name. She
didn\'t think this would be the way she\'d loose her virginity, but
right now she saw him as a master of seduction and it only made her
warmer. \"Onegai... sensei...\" she pleaded.

\"Such a sweet sound,\" he sighed softly, smiling. \"I promise I will be
gentle.\" Kurama\'s eyes flashed emerald fire as his hands, ever
tender, slid back down to the hem of her skirt, sliding beneath it
and upward to find the waistband of her panties, hooking his
fingertips beneath it.

Sylphiel moaned, her face flushed with passion and her eyes clouding
with renewed desire. \"Onegai... onegai...\" she said, her voice no
more than a breathless whisper.

Gently downward he pulled them, lifting her easily to slip them down
over her bottom, and replacing her on his lap then, bare-
bottomed. \"Ah, beautiful...\" he murmured, fascinated.

Her flush grew brighter as her soft pink folds felt the slight chill
in the air from the air conditioner in the classroom. No one had ever
seen her like this, not even Gourry-senpai, she was very wet and
ready to accept him. Part of her was ashamed and the other
anticipated his next move.

\"Up you go,\" said Kurama with a velvety purr as he lifted her onto
the edge of the desk, now cleared of all papers and pens. He would
have to bare himself now, and it would be difficult to do that both
sitting down and with her on his lap. He stood, and his hands went to
his belt quickly.

She shivered from the cool wood against her sore bottom and watched
avidly as he unbuckled and unzipped his trousers. Sylphiel\'s eyes
widened as he brought out his erection, the first she had ever seen
in her life. Her heart sped up as she stared at the well-endowed
member nestled among soft red curls. It had to be at least eight
inches long, the head glistening with a droplet of clear liquid.
Curious, Sylphiel reached out and touched the slit at the top, and
brought the drop on her finger to her lips, enjoying the bittersweet
taste. She wanted more and she felt herself throb almost painfully at
the thought of his member being inside her soon.

A delighted shudder ran through Kurama as he watched her, eyes avid
and eager, his body straining to find the place his fingers already
knew so very well. He stepped forward, as though offering himself to
her exploration, going slowly in case she was in the least bit
nervous.

She pulled him up to her and let her hand reach down to gently caress
him with tender slowness and started to stroke the aching shaft, awed
by how warm his flesh felt in her hand. Her eyes lifted up to look at
his face with innocent eyes to see if she was doing it right.

\"Mmm...\" sighed Kurama, eyes slipping closed as his breathing caught
in his throat, harsh and needy. C swe swept over his cheeks in a riot
of blossoming roses, and he gave a deep and heartfelt groan.

Sylphiel watched his face with awe and wonderment. Touching a man
like this was better than she had ever imagined. She let go of him a
moment later to reach up and undo the buttons to his white pressed
shirt, not wanting it on him a moment longer.

To aid her, after Kurama had regained his composure, he quickly undid
his tie, tossing it onto the desk as he waited impatiently for her to
undo his shirt, in the meantime removing his glasses.

Smiling slightly, Sylphiel managed to undo the buttons with his
assistance and helped him shrug out of the stiff white material to
land in a heap on the floor. Her hands smoothed over the hard planes
of his chest, memorizing every line and trace. His chest and stomach
were hairless and well defined; he didn\'t look much like one of her
elders. A part of her wondered how it would feel to be pressed
against him when she gave a small start, feeling the blunt head of
his member rubbing up and down her moist folds.

\"I cannot wait, pet,\" explained Kurama quietly, in a voice that was
husky and heavy with need. \"Not a minute longer.\" He was in the
perfect position, but he gave her a moment to decide whether she
would accept him just then.

Slowly, Sylphiel moved herself to lie down on his desk, her ponytails
feathering around her face. She shamelessly spread her legs wider to
allow better access and didn\'t protest when he hooked them on his
arms. Although she was irritated by the fact that her panties were
hanging off one white sock-covered ankle but there wasn\'t anything
she could do to correct it.

Kurama lifted himself onto the desk also, thankful that it was sturdy
and unusually wide, and could handle their combined weights. He
resumed his position, and then murmured, \"There might be a little
pain, but I do not know.\" His voice was husky. \"I will be gentle.\" He
lowered his mouth to hers as he pushed carefully into her, shuddering
delightedly.

Sylphiel moaned into his mouth as she felt the head begin to pierce
her softness, unable to comprehend the feeling of that hard, thick
length easing into her with delightfully torturous slowness. She
moved her hips up, taking about an inch more of him inside her when
he met the resistance of her barrier and with one push it was gone.
The pain was sharp and Sylphiel cried out, though his mouth muffled
it, with tears involuntarily rolling out of her closed eyes.

\"Shh, shh,\" Kurama soothed, lifting his lips from her, holding still
as he propped himself up with one hand, stroking her hair with the
other as he scattered soothing kisses over her face. \"Only that once
and never again,\" he murmured, reassuring her.

Whimpering, Sylphiel nodded, whispering apologies to Gourry-senpai in
her mind for what had just happened. She moaned as the pain faded
into that now-familiar throbbing ache, tossing her head with tresses
of indigo fluttering around her face. \"Oooooohhhh....\"

Satisfied that she was alright, Kurama continued his slow invasion,
until he had nearly sheathed himself to the hilt, then he began to
withdraw, only to plunge back in, wringing a velvety groan from his
own throat as his silky red hair began to slip free of its proper
ponytail and fall around his elegant, slightly flushed face.

A pulse of pleasure went through her body as he thrusted within her
tight sheath and it made Sylphiel moan with delight, her body moving
against the desk in time with his slow thrusts. She arched her hips
slightly to take him all in and she moaned over the feeling of being
filled completely.

A triumphant smile curved Kurama\'s lips as he listened to her soft
sounds of pleasure, drinking them in. While he wasn\'t by any stretch
of the imagination jaded, he though that her innocent whimpers and
moans were far, far more intriguing than those of grown women, who
had experienced this before and no longer really appreciated it.

Sylphiel tossed her head to the side and lightly clamped onto one of
her fingers to restrain any loud cries she wanted to make, not
wanting to alert the rest of the people still in the school of what
was happening. But that didn\'t last very long, \"Oh yes...\" Sylphiel
gasped out, now clutching at the desk with her fingers tightly, \"So
good....\"

Kurama growled possessively. His eyes flashed as he said
quietly, \"You belong to me now, pet... you\'re... all mine.\" His voice
was a husky, velvet caress. \"Aren\'t you...?\" He punctuated his
sentence with a particularly deep thrust, his eyes glowing down at
her.

Sylphiel\'s body jerked forward, her breasts swaying heavily on her
chest from the deep thrust and her legs swung back and forth while
they rested on his arms, though her panties still stayed hooked on
her ankle. She writhed beneath him, \"S-s-sensei...\" she breathed, her
moaning picking up as her hands idly played with his chest.

\"Say it,\" he demanded hoarsely. \"Tell me that you\'re mine...!\"
Kurama\'s eyes were lit with possession, a smile on his face that was
very nearly violent.

\"I-I can\'t!\" Sylphiel protested, shaking her head. She already
betrayed Gourry-senpai once by agreeing to this, but she couldn\'t do
what he asked of her now. Could she? Her lithe body was aroused to a
fevered pitch but was begging for more.

\"Yes, you can,\" Kurama said softly, persuasively. \"It isn\'t that
hard, pet... just say it...\" The hand that wasn\'t holding him up on
the slippery chilled surface of the desk came to gently cup the
fullness of one breast in his palm, and his red head bent to gently
nibble and tease, coaxing her.

Sylphiel bit her lip, shaking her head back and forth wildly, intent
on not giving him that satisfaction but she caved, loving the
delicious torture her breasts received. \"Ahhh... oh yes... yes... I\'m
yours! All of me is yours!!!\" she cried out.

\"Good girl,\" purred Kurama. \"Now... let\'s see if I can\'t give you
that relief I promised you...\" He gently lifted her hips, adjusting
his position to gain a better angle before he moved again, this time
more insistently.

Her eyes, which had previously been closed, popped wide open when she
felt her hips and backside being lifted off the desk. Her internal
muscles massaged his length as he probed ever deeper inside her and
he hit something that made her nearly scream. Desperate, she tried
thrusting against him, moaning and crying out in wanton, unrestrained
delight, \"Unh........ nice... more... more... YES!!!! Sensei there!!!
Right there!!! Oh Gods, it\'s so soo delicious.......Ahhhh\" she cried
out as he stabbed fiercely into her wet softness.

Biting his lips to master himself, Kurama continued his thrusts,
settling into a sweet rhythm that had him moaning softly, murmuring
his need to her as his lean, well-made body began to gleam with
perspiration in the final crimson rays of day filtering up over the
edge of the buildings outside.

Sylphiel\'s body continued to move under his command, legs swinging
wiland and her breasts moving in circles. All she did was what he
told her, to just feel and feel she did, loving his dominating rhythm
as he repeatedly hit that sweet spot deep inside. Crying out
incoherently, she wrapped herself around him, stroking his long
beautiful hair and grabbing at his back to bring him down with her so
that his weight would press her into the desk. \"Sensei....\" she
panted, feeling her end draw close, \"I\'m coming sensei...\" she said
into his ear, feeling the return of the pressure, though much
stronger, as it burst throughout her entire body, \"Yes, yes, oh Gods
YES!!!!!\" she cried, arching her back and tossing her head.

At that moment Kurama felt as though he might explode, and he
embraced the feeling, though upon his pausing to allow her a moment,
he felt that feeling of impending release fade. He growled in
frustration as he carried on, needy and groaning, trembling.

She lay limply beneath him, basking in the afterglow, lazily turning
her head to the side as her eyes glazed over along with a small smile
of satisfaction forming, lips parting softly. Sylphiel could feel her
body still moving to his rhythm and she sighed as she concentrated on
it, knowing she could probably climax again in a minute or so. But
something nagged at her in the back of her mind and she gasped when
she realized he was not wearing a condom. Not being on birth control,
she could easily become pregnant and that just couldn\'t happen.
Looking at him with desperate eyes, she pleaded, \"Onegai sensei!
Please do not come inside me!!! Matte!! Onegai!\"

Kurama\'s eyes opened from where they had slid closed in blissful
desperation, and now they blazed with forceful need. His voice, when
he spoke, was so deep it might almost have implied he was in serious
pain, achingly precise. \"You admitted... to me that you are mine,
pet,\" he said slowly, the words coming in the painful pants of air he
managed to get dragged into his lungs, \"and now you will accept all I
have to give!\"

Whimpering, Sylphiel silently obeyed, but it was difficult for her,
realizing how this may seem, being taken like a naughty girl on her
teacher\'s desk with just her skirt on. But the surprise of the matter
was, she liked it, writhing in passion as she felt herself peak
again. \"Oh Minamino-sensei!!!\" she moaned, climaxing again and softly
milking his length as it continued to move.

Kurama\'s hand found one of her silky ponytails, fingers tangling in
it as he was blinded by his own passion, and a moment later his lean
body stiffened and he cried out her name, softening his stentorian
voice. \"Sylphiel...!\" he groaned as pleasure crested over him,
bringing with it blessed relief.

Sylphiel whimpered as he pulled on her hair but gasped softly as she
felt his seed shooting deeply into her, flowing down into her
awaiting womb and she shuddered from the pleasure she derived from
it. \"Ooooooohhhh..........\" she moaned, her cheeks flushed from her
satiation while the sweat on her trembling body cooled her off.

Kurama fell into a warm, sated, fragrant heap atop her, his head
pillowed against her breasts as he tried to catch his breath, his
eyes half-closed.

Mewling slightly, her hands petted his hair while her breathing
calmed down, \"Oh sensei...\" Sylphiel breathed, her own eyes half-
lidded as well.

\"You did splendidly, pet,\" murmured Kurama softly, looking up at her
with those dark, gentle, narrowed eyes. \"Quite a lesson in biology,
hmm? Or perhaps chemistry,\" he quipped.

Sylphiel\'s cheeks flushed with pleasure over the compliment but she
turned her head, \"Hai...\" she said softly.

With a velvety purr, Kurama raised himself up a little bit to look
down at her, smirking. \"I will see you again this way,\" he said in a
tone that was more commanding than ever.

Her embarrassment faded as she blinked and she turned to stare at him
wide-eyed. \"Sensei?\" she questioned softly.

Kurama\'s eyes were narrowed as he looked down at her, his lips curved
in a lazy smirk, though he tried to soften the question for her
sake. \"I would very much like to be with you like this again, pet...
to give you this pleasure again,\" he said, trying to keep the command
from his voice. \"Knowing this... you would come again, if I told you
to...?\"

Sighing as she felt his softened member slip out of her, Sylphiel
closed her eyes and imagined what it would be like. Random pictures
filled her mind, her bent over his desk as he took her from behind,
him pinning her against the wall while he ravished her, and her
sitting on his lap in his chair as he bounced her body up and down,
thrusting into her. Needless to say, that helped decide her
answer. \"Hai Minamino-sensei...\" she whispered.

\"Good girl, my little pet,\" Kurama purred hungrily, gazing down at
her face with possessive pleasure in his expression, though he was
rising slowly, finding his feet again. \"As much as I would like to
see you stay undressed...\" he said, his eyes still smoldering
brightly as he picked up her jacket and laid it on the desk beside
her, taking one last long look at her.

\"Hai sensei...\" Sylphiel murmured, mechanically clasping her bra
before she slipped her jacket back on, working the buttons into their
holes.

Kurama set about dressing himself as well. First, though, he pulled
the tie out of his hair, shaking his head. The crimson profusion
sprang free in glorious fiery riots, only to be raked back and
imprisoned again within its prim, proper tail before he bent to pick
up his shirt and glasses, giving her a considerable -- if accidental -
- view of his strong, well-muscled back.

Sylphiel\'s eyes wandered over his body, taking a good look of his the
same way he did with her own and couldn\'t hide the appreciation she
felt at seeing the strong muscles of his back, his lean thighs and
the firmness of his backside. One of her hands was actually bold
enough to reach out and caress it, awed by the smoothness of his skin.

Kurama nearly started, but then he relaxed a little, smirking. He
looked back up at her, arching an elegant, winged scarlet
brow. \"Enjoying the view, pet?\"

Realizing she had been caught-- as if she could actually get away
with such a thing unnoticed --Sylphiel shyly brought her hand back
down, chewing on her lower lip in embarrassment, though the look in
her eyes confirmed that she -really- enjoyed it.

A smirk crossed Kurama\'s lips. \"It\'s alright, pet,\" he soothed with a
delicate little purr. \"I enjoy it -- very much, as a matter of fact.\"
He slipped into his shirt first, which was a bit wrinkled but
otherwise none the worse for its abandonment on the floor.

\"I\'m glad sensei enjoyed " Sy" Sylphiel said shyly, trying not to look
at the member between his thighs that had some still-wet blood on it.

Among other things. Kurama knew it, and he only calmly bent to the
desk drawer to take out a towel, with which he cleaned himself up a
bit, only to carefully refold the towel and put it back into the
drawer. He would take care of that later. \"You needn\'t ever worry
about -that-, pet,\" he purred. \"I\'m sure you couldn\'t displease me...
that is, unless you disobeyed me...\"

She made a tiny whimper, \"What will you do?\" she asked.

\"If you disobey me, you mean?\" Kurama said silkily, looking back up
to her as he buttoned his shirt neatly. \"Why, I\'ll punish you just as
I did before.\"

Her body shivered as she let out an unbidden moan, \"H-hai sensei...\"
she said softly, a part of her liking to be punished by him.

Kurama\'s eyes rose to meet hers, mischief and pleasure lingering in
their green depths. \"My, but you are a responsive little thing,
aren\'t you?\" he said softly. \"I can see you enjoyed that... I\'ll have
to make a habit of disciplining you, then,\" he decided.

Trying to ignore the excitement that grew in the pit of her stomach,
Sylphiel looked at him with pleading eyes, \"Why are you doing this
sensei?\" she asked.

Kurama met her gaze, studying her impishly for a long moment, before
he purred, \"Animal instincts, I suppose,\" in an amused tone as he
bent to retrieve his pants. That came fairly close to the truth.

Sylphiel blinked, befuddled by his response, it didn\'t answer
anything. \"Ohh...\" she said, rather pathetically.

\"I don\'t expect you to understand,\" Kurama said softly,
persuasively. \"Just believe me and don\'t question.\"

Although intrigued, Sylphiel nodded, keeping her questions to
herself, \"Hai sensei.\" she said.

\"Good girl,\" he said approvingly, smiling at her as he carefully
tucked his shirt into the waistband of his trousers, nearly restored
to his former cool, almost untouched splendor, except for the flush
of exhilaration that was lingering on his pale cheeks.

\"I think I will go now,\" Sylphiel said, hopping down off the
desk, \"That is if sensei doesn\'t need anything else of me?\" she
asked, reaching up to tighten one of her ponytails that was coming
undone.

\"Ah, it was rude of me to keep you so long,\" replied Kurama
pleasantly. \"Go on, pet, and enjoy what is left of your afternoon.\"
He smiled down at her and reached out to lightly smooth a stray hair
out of her eyes, but that was all as he turned back to his desk
calmly.

Sylphiel nodded, bowing deeply, \"Hai sensei... I will see you
tomorrow then.\" she said, her cheeks heating up slightly at the
double meaning of her statement as she made her way out of the
classroom. It was only until she was halfway on the other side of the
school campus when she realized that she had forgotten to put her
panties back on, meaning they were still in the classroom. Squeaking,
she hurried on home, hoping there would be no fierce winds that would
blow her skirt up.

Meanwhile, Kurama picked the forgotten garment up from the floor and
smiled victoriously as he folded them carefully, slipped them inside
his briefcase along with a stack of staff memos, and headed out of
the room, smirking as he switched off the light.


-Fin-


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