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Remus Lupin and a School Full of Bitches Ch.2
🕑 Added 2021-09-17 17:29:52 +0000 UTCThe day greeted Remus with fine tea, better breakfast and what felt like a school’s worth of disgruntled students.
The first couple of lessons passed by in a blur. They came, they listened, they left. Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs, Slytherins and Gryffindors...Honestly, Remus was a tad ashamed that it had taken him this long to realise how meaningless these divisions were.
At the end of the day, one youth with more attitude than sense was just like any other youth, regardless of the colour of their ties. It made all his...let’s just say youthful misadventures seem a lot pettier.
Still, it wasn’t all bland and boring. Remus was more than glad to reciprocate the appreciative glances his female students kept shooting his way. Most were not worth the hassle, as cruel as it was to say, but there were a few gems just waiting for a firm hand.
But that was for later - it was best to give them some time to settle in and get used to his presence. It’s not like Remus didn’t have a lot of DADA to teach them as well.
Honestly, Remus didn’t know what Minerva had been thinking with her choice of his predecessors. Quirrel hadn’t been too bad - as passable a teacher as any other, his stutter notwithstanding, to hear the students speak of it. Not that the students were aware of the man’s allegiance to Voldemort.
Gilderoy Lochart had been a far more ill-thought hire. He could probably understand why the famous man had been considered - his books were quite popular, though mostly among middle-aged witches and young boys too young to know one end of the wand from another. But surely, five minutes in the braggart’s presence was all it took to see him for a fraud?
Remus shook his head as another thought occurred to him. What did it say about him that Minerva chose to hire him after all those unfortunate choices? Then again, she was by no means ignorant of his proclivities, and most people would agree that it was improper for a professor to fuck their students.
There was a reason Remus didn’t get along with a lot of people.
An approach of the next lesson, blessedly the last one for today, snapped Remus out of his musings. He hadn’t planned for it, but it was nice to see the best saved for last.
Considering a nice fat boggart he had Filch locate for him, Remus was looking forward to having Rose Potter and her stalwart companions in his classroom. Not to mention other interesting third-years.
XxXxX
Rose Potter couldn’t help, but feel a sense of trepidation as they approached the door to the DADA classroom. It wasn’t entirely irrational - Rose had little reason to trust the teachers. And yet her concerns about Remus were of an entirely different sort.
Whatever Ginny said, it wasn’t a crush! Just because she wanted to look good on her first day of the year, didn’t mean she had that sort of interest in the new professor.
Truth be told, Rose didn’t know what she felt for the older man. No surprise there - he was utterly unlike any other man Rose had ever known. Uncle Vernon was as unpleasant as he was vile, though his son did grow into an alright sort. As awkward as it had been, Rose and Dudley moved past his childhood bullying.
Young Potter liked her male housemates well enough, but they hardly measured up to the Professor.
As much as Rose didn’t want to think that, Lockhart was the most similar to Professor Lupin. Last year, for just a bit, she had been fooled by the man’s good looks. Not as much as Hermione, yes, but enough to still be embarrassed about it.
Both were objectively attractive. Both were her Professors. Both lusted after her.
But where Lockhart had been a fop and a fool, whereas Professor Lupin was...well...he was strong in a way that made her thighs rub together and her pussy moisten with desire. She definitely didn’t feel dirty like when Lockhart leered at her.
Rose giggled when an image occurred to her.
“What?” Hermione whipped her bushy hair, still smarting from the Divination lesson.
Ginny grabbed Hermione by her waist, drew her closer and whispered still loud enough for Rose to hear.
“Must be imagining some private tutoring from our new defense professor.” Ginny giggled, but then rolled her eyes. “Bit mental if you ask me. The guy’s ancient and a professor too.”
“He is not that old!” Rose came to the professor's defense, but quickly spoke up again when she saw Ginny open her mouth. “And it wasn’t THAT. I just thought that we are lucky we had Professor Lupin with us, and not Lockhart when the dementor came.”
Her friends cracked smiles.
They spent the rest of their way cracking jokes and having a good time. Shame it didn’t last long. Rose should have guessed Malfoy was going to slither out to ruin her perfectly good day.
“Hey Potter!” Amalthea Malfoy jeered from across the classroom. “I heard you fainted when Dementor came to your cabin*.”
Rose liked to think she was a pleasant person - easy to get along with and slow to truly anger. But Merlin, did she loathe Amalthea Malfoy.
Rich and stuck up, Amalthea was a blight upon Rose’s time in Hogwarts since before they’d even left the train. The pureblood bitch could never forget about Rose spurning her offer of friendship. Then it had been a gut feeling and Malfoy’s unpleasant demeanor that drove Rose’s decision, but as time went on, Rose realized just how vile Amalthea was.
The bitch deserved a good curse or two, but unfortunately she was almost always together with her two cronies - Greengrass and Davis.
“Didn’t you call your mommy when You met them?” Ginny snarled as her skin began to match her hair. “Piss off Malfoy.”
Amalthea sneered at the redhead.
“Weasley.” The name dripped with bile. “I did not expect to see you back. Figured your parents had to whore you out to scrape together enough money for that trip of yours.”
Ginny took out her wand, its tip glinting, when someone cleared their throat.
“Am I interrupting?” Professor Lupin asked, looking distinctly unimpressed.
“Sir, Malfoy she-” Hermione started, but the professor shut her up with a raised palm.
Hermione close her mouth with an audible *click*.
“I am well aware, Ms Granger.” Hermione looked horrified at being told off by a professor. “Despite what you seem to think I do have eyes.”
Was it Rose imagining it, or did Professor Lupin’s eyes raked over her chest?
“Now, Ms Malfoy.” Professor said sternly. “For your behaviour towards your fellow classmates,” Lupin paused in thought. “Yes, ten points from Slytherin and a detention with me is a fair punishment.”
Amalthea flushed, and Rose, despite all reason, watched the red spread from her cheeks down her neck to more interesting places. Rose quickly averted her eyes. Damn that bitch had a fine pair on her.
“You can't!” Malfoy shouted. “My father-”
“Is not here.” Remus fixed the blonde with a stern gaze. “Now, unless you wish for more detentions, I suggest you sit down.”
Embarrassed, Amalthea obeyed without any further words.
“Now,” Remus Lupin looked over the gathered class. “Today, you’ll learn how to deal with boggarts…”
XxXxX
The rest of the lesson passed by without incident. Even when boggarts manifested as a dementor in front of Young Potter, Remus was able to handle it without issue. He would even go as far as to call what happened useful - Remus could certainly see a way to grow closer with Rose by offering to teach her Expecto Patronum spell.
Not that Rose Potter was next on his list.
No, this honour would be Malfoy’s.
Young Amalthea Malfoy inherited the best from her parents. Narcissa had left Hogwarts before Remus had started it, but if she had half her daughter’s looks that she must have been one hell of a looker.
Platinum blonde hair, icy blue eyes and regal high cheekbones - Young Malfoy had a nice face. Remus couldn’t quite see her body because of the loose robes, but Remus would turn vegan if she didn’t have a nice figure.
The fact that she had this rivalry going on with Rose Potter was icing on an already appealing cake. The possibilities it opened up were quite interesting. He felt his cock stiffen imagining those two engaged in some hot steamy lesbian hatefucking.
Something for the future.
Tonight he had a pureblood to discipline.
XxXxX
Amalthea fumed as she approached the defense classroom. It was late in the evening and the corridors were blessedly empty of the usual dross infecting Hogwarts.
How dare that...that lowborn trash treat me as if I am another little slattern?
She was far from stupid. If even Daphne noticed how some of the girls were looking at their new professor, then it was blindingly apparent what kind of reactions Professor Lupin inspired.
Amalthea scoffed. The lowborn trash could have him. She was meant for greater things.
Then again, if Professor tried to make a move on her...Well she always wanted a pet teacher
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“Bend over.” Amalthea froze, feeling her heartbeat quicken.
There was still a good deal of distance between her and Professor Lupin, but it still felt like he was towering over her. Amalthea’s legs turned to jelly and if she hadn’t braced against one of the desks, she surely would’ve fallen on her knees.
Malfoy heiress’ eyes flitted to the professor's crotch and her eyes widened when she saw the outline of his slowly rising cock. Her mouth dry, she looked up to stare into the professor’s commanding eyes.
“Well?” He said with a raised eyebrow.
Amalthea took a first reluctant step in the direction of the teacher’s desk but then she somehow found enough defiance in her to stop and raise her head, challenging her professor.
“You’ll regret this! Once the Board hears about the new professor trying to sleep with students….” Amalthea trailed off and sneered. “Though I suppose if you act like a good boy I might-”
Amalthea didn’t finish her ‘offer’. In two fast strides Professor Lupin crossed the distance between them and grabbed her blonde ponytail. A reluctant moan escaped her throat and tension began to pool between her legs.
Not giving her a moment’s respite, Remus Lupin sat on a nearby chair and drew Amalthea across his lap.
Young Malfoy heiress wiggled her ass cutely, trying to escape from the older man’s lap.
“You dirty-” Amalthea’s growl turned into whine as Professor Lupin struck her robe-covered ass.
Amalthea flushed from humiliation and the feel of the professor's hard cock. There were only a few layers of cloth between them and she could clearly feel its size.
Impossible! Amalthea thought, her eyes wide with fear and excitement. They don’t...There is no way there are cocks so big!
Professor’s cock felt long and impossibly thick. Amalthea could just picture it in her mind, the beastly phallus penetrating her small pussy. I-it would tear it apart!
And yet Amalthea couldn’t help but want it.
She felt her pussy moisten and rubbed her thighs together. Amalthea wasn’t the only one to notice - she could almost feel the leering grin on the Professor’s face.
His fingers traced her cherry behind, until they arrived at the edge of her soaked panties. With a painful slowness, Professor Lupin peeled away her silver-green knickers.
“I see someone is enjoying their punishment a tad too much.” Amalthea shivered, whether from her professor’s voice or his probing finger in her pussy, she didn’t know. “Is that right?”
Young Malfoy heiress opened her mouth, desperate to say something, anything to refute the professor's words, but her mouth went dry and all thoughts fled from her pretty little head.
All but the desire to see if the professor's cock was as big as she imagined.
“Aaaay.” Amalthea yelped when Professor Lupin pinched the reddened flesh of her butt.
“You answer when I ask you a question.” He said in a low growl, sending shivers of fear and excitement throughout her body.
“Yes.” Amalthea said and then bit her lip to bit back a moan.
*Smack*
Her ass jiggled as Professor Lupin struck her ass again.
“Yes - What?”
“Sorry, professor, sir. I-I am sorry for being a bad girl.”
Amalthea Malfoy had never been so humiliated in her entire life. Just less than an hour ago she was on top of the world, with a prestigious, rich family name, two pretty, obedient little toys in Davis and Greengrass and a bright future ahead of her.
Now she was bent over an older man’s, a muggleborn one at that, lap, being spanked and molested like some little whore. No, even those Knockturn Alley slatterns probably had more dignity than her.
And the worst part?
Amalthea was loving all of it.
She loved the feeling of his rough calloused hands, loved his casual dominance of her, loved that he was about to sully her pureblood pussy forever with his impossibly fat muggleborn cock.
Just like that, floodgates broke and everything Amalthea was holding inside burst forth.
“Please, please Sir!” She moaned and wriggled her ass against his hand. “I am a bad girl who desperately needs a strong man to discipline her.”
She could feel his cock throb beneath his robes and her nether lips drooled in anticipation of her own ruination.
Remus Lupin smirked and in one rough motion hoisted her up in the air. Amalthea’s legs were held together by her panties, but her cunt was dripping straight down onto his lap. Young Malfoy heiress held onto his neck as he freed his cock.
Amalthea couldn’t see it, but she could just imagine it twitching in the castle’s cool air, dripping precum on the stone floor. Hopefully it wouldn’t be left alone for long.
Professor Lupin was all too happy to oblige.
There was nothing gentle in the way he impaled her poor tight pussy on his cock. Immediately she clenched around the iron hard rod, loving how hot and throbbing it was. Pain and pleasure mixed and mingled as the Professor lowered her down on his cock.
Amalthea moaned, her eyes wide as the head of the sir’s cock pushed against the entrance to her womb. She twitched, her slick folds desperately gripping onto his dick.
“A virgin no longer.” Professor Lupin murmured into her ear, his hot breath caressing her neck and ear. “Now get ready to get fucked.”
Soon his balls were slapping against her ass, as the professor fucked her in the air.
Amalthea screamed as wave after wave of pleasure hit her. Suddenly, the Professor tore her blouse away, freeing her tits. Immediately he began to maul them, grabbing her titflesh, pinching and pulling her nipples and drawing out ragged moans and screams of pleasure and pain.
Amalthea had never felt so powerless and had never felt so alive! ‘
She came again and again, her pureblood pride, her dignity, her virginity - all forgotten in favour of mind numbing pleasure.
Now the only thing on her mind was getting a fresh load of sir’s hot yummy cum.
“Sir, wouldn’t you please paint my insides white?” Amalthea asked in her best little girl voice.
Professor Lupin growled and slammed Amalthea onto the desk. Young Malfoy whimpered, feeling the pleasant contrast between her hot breasts and cool desk. Then suddenly she felt the professor bring his wand to her bum and an instant later her anus was clean and well-lubricated.
“Wait, no, I-”
Remus didn’t let the little tart finish her protes. Without any preamble, he pressed the tip of his dick to her asshole and rammed his cock in.
Amalthea howled as her professor rearranged her insides, turning her into a perfect slave to his whims. She tried to scramble, but all she did was clench her butt, squeezing and milking her professor’s cock for release.
Remus grabbed her by the hair and started to ravage her poor asshole. The whole classroom echoed with the sounds of his hips slamming into her ass. Professor felt his own climax swiftly approaching.
Werewolf grunted and he hilted balls deep into the little slut and let go.
Amalthea felt it as sir flooded her insides with his cum. There was so much of it and with his dick sealing her airtight, there was nowhere for his semen to go. Amalthea groaned as she felt her tummy bulge.
“I must look like a pregnant bitch.” She thought numbly, not quite believing what just happened.
Her no longer quite so tight an asshole twitched slightly, trying to milk every last drop of Remus’ release.
“Good girl.” Remus patted her on her cheek. “We’ll see how your behaviour improves and if you act like a good girl. Well, I just might include when the time comes for our dear Girl-Who-Lived to learn her place.”
To Amalthea, sweaty tired and satisfied, nothing could have sounded better.
