Professor Potter Ch. 26 (Harry Potter)

A/N: A little bit of telepathy makes everything better~

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After considering it a moment, Harry gives Jean a smile and a nod.

“Go ahead.”

He feels her reach out a moment later, tentative and hesitant. Not because she needs to wait for him to bring down his Occlumency defenses, but for the exact opposite reason. His Occlumency remains as strong as ever, but Jean’s monstrous talent with natural Legilimency, and her specific ability to bypass all such defenses, means that it doesn’t matter.

One moment, she’s not in his head, the next she is, and there’s frankly nothing Harry can do about it. He could attack her, of course, but he wouldn’t. And he could tell, she wasn’t going to go any deeper. Just like she’d said, she stays on the surface of his thoughts, the primal part of him that’s enjoying the feel of her hands on his shaft and a beautiful red head submissively kneeling between his legs.

Picking up on this, Jean blushes and a small, appreciative smile flickers across her face. Then, looking up into his eyes, she opens her mouth wide and proceeds to take him past her lips. Harry groans, as the young witch swallows him whole. Her tongue immediately begins swishing and flicking this way and that.

It’s nothing like the experience he’d had with Professor Emma Frost, to be fair. The Astronomy Instructor had been so very assured of herself, incredibly confident in her own sexuality, and hadn’t even hesitated to try and pleasure him in her own way. That way had involved her tits, but from the look of things, Jean didn’t have the same faith in her own bust as Emma had in hers.

To be fair, the blonde was a bit more buxom than Jean was… but Jean’s breasts were nothing to scoff at, in Harry’s opinion.

Flushing a bit more at that, Jean’s eyes flicker from his face down to her bust. After a moment, she pops back off of his cock and gives him a hopeful smile… as she promptly shucks her shirt over her head, letting her breasts, completely naked and bra-free, bounce and jiggle a little bit.

There’s not enough there for her to wrap around his cock, not enough there for her to stuff his shaft down her cleavage like Emma had. But they’re still a spectacular pair of titties and watching Jean grope and squeeze at them as she goes back to sucking him off definitely does a lot for Harry. But then, that’s rather the point, isn’t it?”

The slight bob of her head as he thinks that may have been a nod of acknowledgment, or just her slurping up and down his cock. Still, the proof is in the pudding, as they like to say. Jean Grey is utilizing her limited access to the surface level of his mind to very much enhance this experience, just as she’d promised she would. She’s following along with his every whim and desire, eager to serve, eager to submit, eager to please.

Pulling off of his cock for a moment, Jean’s tongue wiggles along Harry’s glans for a moment, before she gives him a coy smile that’s at least half-feigned.

“A-Are you enjoying my submissive mouth, Master?”

Harry startles at that, and Jean blushes furiously a moment later, quickly backpedaling.

“S-Sorry! U-Um, I must have misunderstood!”

She quickly goes back to sucking him off, as if to make him forget the interaction even happened. But of course, that’s not happening. Still, Harry doesn’t mind, he finds after a moment. And in response to that thought, Jean bobs up and down on his knob a bit faster. Obviously, she’d catch some glimpse that he was into that sort of thing from his surface level thoughts and tried to make him happier with her.

It was just… well, Harry had never really viewed himself in that way, but there was some truth to it, wasn’t there? This might have been the first time any woman outright called him ‘Master’, but he did get off a bit on respect, control, and domination, didn’t he?

Pulling back off of his cock again, Jean strokes it up and down as she gives him a serious, heartfelt look.

“There’s nothing wrong with that, sir. You’re not a bad man, my Lord. Trust me… I know bad men.”

Harry flushes, which in turn makes Jean flush and again return her mouth to his cock out of embarrassment. They’re the same age, but there’s no denying that he’s got a leg up on her. A Professor already, while she’s just an Assistant Professor. Still, that doesn’t necessarily mean he should be in charge of her. But… this is bedroom play. So, it was fine to lean into it, right?

Jean’s eyes twinkle with excitement and agreement, as Harry reaches out and places a hand upon her head.

“Don’t stop. I’m getting close.”

His voice, gruff and hoarse with need, spurs Jean on further. The natural Legilimens bobs up and down his cock, having no intentions of pulling away as he closes in on an orgasm. But then, she can see exactly what he’s thinking… an image of her, in his mind’s eye.

A groan leaves Harry’s lips. He doesn’t have to warn her further about his impending release, not when she can read it from his surface thoughts. Jean times it perfectly, and at the last second pulls back and angles her face up, allowing him to cum all over her face and her naked young tits, right there on the spot. He coats her pretty, nubile front in his seed, and she takes every last drop.

By the time he’s done, she’s a sticky mess, but it doesn’t stop there. Moaning throatily, Jean makes a show of rubbing her hands across her messy front, her tongue trailing out to lick his cum off from around her mouth. She looks up at him from beneath cum-glazed lashes.

“Do I have Master’s permission to clean myself up?”

Harry soaks in the view for a moment longer, before finally giving a wordless nod. With a bit of magic, Jean is as pristine as she was moments before. But the memory of her, covered from her forehead to her tits in his cum, would be with Harry forever. Especially because magic allowed for wizards and witches to perfectly preserve their memories via pensieves as well.

Regardless, once she’s cleaned off, Jean stands up and reaches for the waistband of her pants, before freezing in place and blushing at the errant thought that comes to Harry’s mind.

“O-Oh. I’m sorry sir. Um… would you like to fuck me now, Master? Should I strip for you?”

His cock twitches at her questions. Yeah, they’re going to fuck. But it’s also nice that she asks, submissively and needily and all that. Standing up, Harry considers Jean Grey for a moment. The natural Legilimens is still in his mind, still restricting herself to just the surface level. At least he would know, if she weren’t. And she’s standing in front of him, wearing a pair of muggle jeans and nothing else.

Grabbing her by the waist, Harry acts mostly on instinct. He pulls Jean into a kiss, tongue pushing into her mouth. She tenses for a moment, before moaning and melting against him. Together, they work open her pants and pull them down, along with her panties. They kick them off of her legs, before moving over to Harry’s body, where they work off his clothes as well.

Soon enough, the two of them are both naked, clad in nothing but their birthday suits. His cock is hard again, because how can it not be when there’s a sexy, hot red head like Jean right in front of him? Of course, hearing his constant internal compliments on the surface level of his mind only turns Jean on more, encouraging her to go further as they kiss and make out and molest one another.

Finally, Harry yanks Jean by the hips over to the bed. She lands with an ‘oomph!’ as the air is expelled from her lungs, blushing as he climbs on after her. She knows precisely what he intends to do to her and offers up no resistance as he spreads her legs wide, as his cock presses down into her drooling wet quim. Instead, she just cries out and wraps her limbs around Harry’s torso, as he fucks her right there on the bed in a mating press.

“Fuck… Jean…”

“Mm, Master~”

Part of him wonders if this is really alright. Wasn’t the whole problem that brought Jean and Emma across the pond in the first place that Sebastian Shaw wanted to ‘own’ Jean, wanted to ‘use’ her. But Jean just tightens her grip around him at that thought, holding him to her, leaving him no choice but to continue fucking her.

“You’re not like him, Harry. You’re nothing like him…”

Well, that was a nice vote of confidence, Harry supposed. Emerald eyes glittering, he looks down into Jean’s eyes for a moment, smiling crookedly at her as his cock continues to plunge in and out of her sex.

“You’ll let me know if I start heading down that path, alright? I’ll be relying on your experience here.”

Jean’s own wide eyes stare back at him as she nods rapidly. Then, they rejoin one another in a lover’s embrace, Harry burying his face in Jean’s hair, and her in turn breathing in his scent as she buries her own face in the crook of his neck.

Heh, it was rather funny, to go from Stunning her and knocking her out to asking her to be his Moral Compass in the course of a day. But after hearing her story, Harry felt like he had a pretty good read on Jean Grey. More than that, there was something about burying himself ball’s deep in the girl that definitely helped improve their relationship, perhaps a dozen fold.

Harry needed allies, there was no denying that. Hogwarts might have been a safe haven for Emma and Jean, but that didn’t mean it was a safe haven for him. But at the same time… he needed friends, more than anything. He and Ron’s paths had diverged, as regrettable as that might be. Meanwhile, he and Hermione were… fucking on the regular, but even she wasn’t exactly operating on his level at the moment.

When Harry looked back over the course of the last several years of his life, he had to admit, he’d kept his social circle unfortunately limited. He had plenty of acquaintances, but actual, close personal friends? He could count them on one hand, in truth. And that… that wasn’t right.

He wasn’t going to beat the Lodge of Sorceresses with the Power of Friendship or anything as inane or asinine as all that, but that didn’t mean he should ignore the potential of creating deeper, more meaningful bonds with the people he was currently recruiting as his allies, now, did it?

He’s getting close again. Pistoning in and out of Jean all the harder, all the faster, as the red-haired witch moans underneath him. He’s uncertain of whether to cum inside or not, but when he meets her eyes, the natural Legilimens is quick to answer the unspoken question.

“I-It’s fine… fill me up, M-Master~”

Hearing that from those lips is more than enough to send Harry right over the edge. He lets out a loud groan and spills his seed inside of her right then and there. Filling her to the brim and then some, he grunts as he eventually finishes and slumps off to the side. When Jean curls into his side a moment later, cuddling close, Harry doesn’t hesitate to wrap an arm around her and pull her further in. And when her hand comes up and brushes across his heaving chest, he finds his other hand moving to meet it, their fingers lacing together as they slowly fall to sleep in one another’s arms.

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Jean is gone in the morning, though not before leaving a note thanking him for giving her a chance to properly apologize. She doesn’t call him ‘Master’ in the note, thankfully, but she does use ‘sir’ more than once. As Harry stares down at it, he finds himself thinking over the past little while. He’s been going to an awful lot of trouble to look for allies and friends in odd places, recently.

But maybe it’s time he turn his sights to those a bit closer to home? Specifically, there are a few witches on the much-changed Hogwarts Faculty who Harry knows from before all of this. Women who had been part of his world for a little while longer. Going over what he knows, Harry frowns as he considers his options.

The Ancient Runes Professor… is Narcissa Malfoy. Now, if not for the help of Draco’s mother, they might not have beaten Voldemort. In that regard, Harry supposed he had no reason to distrust or dislike Narcissa Malfoy. On the other hand, she was a Pureblood Lady who had profited off of Lucius Malfoy’s fuckery for decades.

Harry could stomach a little redemption for Draco. He could perhaps even bring himself to forgive Narcissa. But having her as an ally? Well, he supposed she DID owe him.

On the other hand, Penelope Clearwater, the Muggle Studies Professor, was the opposite problem. Not objectionable in the least, she was a muggleborn witch who had survived the horrors of Voldemort’s Second Rise and comported herself well enough to land the job here at Hogwarts. But at the same time, Harry didn’t really know her. He had absolutely no personal connection with her.

Then… there were the Vixens. The Flying Vixens, to be exact. Angelina Johnson was the Hogwarts’ Flying Instructor now and had Katie and Alicia supporting her. Harry had a LOT of history with those three girls, given he’d spent years on the same Quidditch Team as the trio. But was too much history potentially a bad thing here? He’d only been Team Captain after the three were graduated and gone. Could he expect them to respect him, or would he always be young Harry to them?

He'd established in roads with some of the Americans, but now Harry felt like it was definitely time to reach out in a direction closer to home. The only question left to answer was which of his three options were best.