"This is not what I meant! This wouldn't be love either!" she quickly denied, her hands raised in a protective gesture.
"But you are worrying about me, you felt sorry for me, and you want the best for me... Isn't that love? If we had sex now, wouldn't that be the 'real sex' as you call it? If all I know is a lie, then I want, for once, to learn what true love is... I want you to teach me!"
Without waiting for another response, Tom advanced again with sudden force. He pushed her onto the bed and, taking advantage of McGonagall's momentary disorientation, pinned her down with his weight, forcing her into a rough and desperate kiss.
Minerva's mind fought fiercely to resist, but her body, heavy with inertia and weakened by the atmosphere, did not cooperate. Hearing Tom's words, so pure and desperate despite the corruption he had suffered since childhood, only triggered a wave of paralyzing compassion. She felt she couldn't be rough or violent with someone who was not to blame for his actions... for what he had been taught to do.
"No, Tomas, stop..." she tried to say, but noticed a strange tingling or numbness inside that made her voice lose all stability. "I am not the person you should be discovering love with."
"But I want it to be you! I want you to fulfill my dream of doing it with a professor... I want you to teach me what that true love you talk about is," he declared, with a pitiful gaze that pierced her. "I am a prostitute, and I came here to please you, whether you want it or not... but if I can choose, I want to do it with you! I want to repay you for all the concern you have for me..."
"But this isn't..."(Minerva)
"If it's not you, I will have to please another woman who pays enough... I don't have a choice," Tom interrupted. His voice dropped to an urgent, broken whisper. "But if I can, I wish I could do it with you, just once. I want to have sex with someone because I genuinely want to. Can you grant me that wish?"
McGonagall was completely lost in those pleading eyes, which seemed to belong to a small, wounded creature in need of affection. Tom, despite his physical insistence, seemed to genuinely want it and, worse, was willing to withdraw at her slightest refusal. She felt, with a painful certainty, that if that happened, the already fragile heart of that young man would wither forever.
The drugs in the air, combined with Andra's emotional manipulation before her arrival, seemed to have eaten away too much of her consciousness. Now, she felt that depriving this poor boy of the opportunity he so longed for would be her biggest mistake in a decade.
In her mind, the idea that even if she rejected him, Tom would still have to sell his body to someone else was the final blow that broke her will to resist.
'If he's going to do it anyway... at least I could give him what he wants... make him happy for once...'
These hypnotic and poisonous thoughts drilled into her head, violently suppressing the part of her mind that screamed at her that this act was fundamentally wrong.
McGonagall had already accepted without realizing it. The distance between them, their gazes, the breathing... the sheer tension in the air was an inevitable prelude to what was about to happen. Perhaps there was still a part of her that resisted, telling her that she would regret this later, but Tom would not let that stop him.
"You know? The reason I'm so highly valued and so good at this is because I'm a Metamorphmagus, and I can be exactly what my clients desire... young, adult, tall, short, European, Latino, Asian..." Tom said with a mischievous and seductive look. "I can be whatever you want. Is there anything in particular you want? Anyone you want to think of? I can change for you... satisfy any desire you have..."
He slid his finger softly down Minerva's exposed thigh.
She froze at that information, at that touch. Her mind was so stunned that she couldn't stop thinking about that idea: the power to have anyone she wanted.
In her artificially aroused state, the first thing that came to mind was the blurred image of that red-haired boy who had caused all this, his face with a lustful expression, wanting to take her body. Then, her subconscious began to go deeper: the image of her late husband became present, then that Muggle she fell in love with once... Thus, every man she had ever liked or found attractive presented itself as a myriad of infinite possibilities.
In the end, she couldn't choose any of them. She simply looked at the young man in front of her and, with her hand, gently stroked his chin.
"You don't need to be anyone but yourself today..." Minerva said with teary eyes, almost completely consumed by the effect of the aphrodisiac and the atmosphere.
Tom was slightly perplexed by that reply, which seemed strangely maternal, but he quickly recovered, drawing a wicked smile, very similar to the one McGonagall had imagined. Then, he lunged at the defenseless professor to kiss her with passion.
On the bed, the kiss intensified. Tom's hands invaded Minerva's body, tearing away her rigid robes in the process. McGonagall's mind was so confused by the heat she felt that she didn't even have the chance to realize her situation, or feel modesty about being in only her underwear... or, worse yet, a few seconds later, with her underwear completely destroyed and her body exposed to the young man's gaze.
The next thing she remembered was Tom's head reaching between her legs, the sensation of a tongue touching a long-forgotten place, savoring her. Her thighs involuntarily squeezed against his head as she let out an irrepressible moan.
Tom seemed to savor McGonagall's intimacy, and every movement he made triggered an electrifying sensation that consumed her. Even if he had licked clumsily, in that moment, McGonagall would have felt he was the world's greatest expert at giving her such sensations.
The professor forgot everything: her morals, her dignity, the age difference, and any other restriction. She moved her hands to grip Tom's hair tightly and push him against her crotch while letting out a powerful cry of release. She felt like she was flying, forgetting all her problems.
But this orgasm that made her bones vibrate also woke her from her state of perverse reverie for an instant. Clarity burst into her eyes when she knew what had happened. She tried to get up, wanting to say something to the young man, wanting to stop this before it progressed further...
It was then that another tongue invaded her mouth, silencing any protest or regret.
Tom did not hesitate at this point; his tongue dominated McGonagall's as their bodies closed in on each other without ceasing. Minerva's eyes snapped open when she felt something warm and firm enter her, a sensation long forgotten.
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Moments later, Tom was thrusting into Minerva without any compassion, filling the room with the wet sounds of impacts and the forced moans of a woman who, at the same time, desired and hated what was happening.
Neither the professor's appearance nor her age seemed to halt the intensity to which Tom exposed her. He took his time to nibble and suck her nipples while their hips continued to powerfully collide. At the same time, he used his power to minimally heal, restore, and rejuvenate Minerva, ensuring she could endure all his... "love."
"No... stop... we can't..." were the few words of supplication she managed to articulate between kisses and moans.
Then, he came inside her for the first time, filling her. He didn't just do it physically with his semen, but mentally flooded her with deep anguish... for what she so feared had already happened.
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Moments later, the action resumed. In the doggy style position, Minerva seemed lost as her body continued to be subdued, compelled to this guilty pleasure.
"That's... enough... let's stop... here," she said through clenched teeth, until she rolled her eyes back.
Then, this time, she came first, and Tom immediately followed, causing a disaster of fluids on the sheets.
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Moments later, Tom was standing, holding Minerva in the air, lifting and dropping her onto his penis. She clung to the vigorous body of the insatiable young man, letting out moans she could no longer hold back.
"More... no...! More...! Almost there...!" her words were now completely contradictory.
Tom came inside her one more time, and as he did, she followed suit, as if that final stimulation had driven her mad.
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And a moment later, again...
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And another...
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Hours had passed, and the dynamic had completely changed. Minerva no longer considered herself a professor, an older woman, or a decent person; in that moment, she was, simply, a woman having sex... on her own terms.
"Harder! You think that's enough? Lift your hips higher!" she commanded while riding atop Tom.
Losing all trace of decency, Minerva revealed her true bedroom demeanor. She was now mounting Tom, falling over and over onto his penis, while simultaneously demanding his cooperation. Her hands held Tom's above his head, while with the other, she fondled his young, defined pectorals. Every now and then, she lowered the intensity to kiss Tom, this time being the one in control.
Minerva proved to be a rough and demanding person during sex. Although she demanded that the other party increase the intensity, in reality, she enjoyed being the dominant one and having the young man beneath her be weaker and submissive, unlike how the night had begun.
Tom looked with curiosity at the professor, who seemed very excited to dominate him and direct the action as she pleased. She had been rejuvenated to the point of looking like a completely uninhibited "MILF." The major rejuvenation was internal and in the parts covered by her clothes, while in the exposed areas it was subtle, to avoid suspicion. It was this internal change that allowed Minerva to let go and try what she had suppressed for so long.
This would be something Minerva would regret, but at this moment, after having fornicated non-stop with the young man, she had reached the point of: "future me's problem."
Now, she just wanted to savor this intoxicating sensation that she craved and didn't know she needed. She pushed her thumb into Tom's mouth while holding his face, forcing him to look into her eyes. The internal walls of her vagina squeezed with surprising intensity, as if warning that she could break him if she wished.
"I'm going to show you what a real woman is, not those little girls you usually please," she said with a fierce tone, regardless of whether her words made sense. She just wanted to feel the power over that young man who was pleasing her... or rather, 'who she was using to please herself'... that boy who needed a strict professor to teach him he was wrong... that he needed to be punished and educated.
And so, forcing Tom to ejaculate inside her, she reached climax once more, but not the last of this unstoppable session, as they continued for much longer... until the next day without stopping.