"Latin Lesson" (MF, mild s/m) by Althalus

Author's Note: Some of the Latin makes sense, but
some of it is simply jibberish I threw together because 
I was too lazy to write something meaningful in there.  
If you actually know Latin, just skip over those bits.  
They might be humorous, but I doubt it.  Probably just 
nonsense. 

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   The classroom was emptying rather quickly.

   Jenna carefully placed her new set of notes in her notebook, over the
rings, and snapped them shut with the papers trapped inside.  She inspected
her desk for loose note cards, forgotten papers, and her bus pass. 
Nothing. She then checked her fingernails for whatever could be found
there, and fidgeted in her bag for a moment, noting the time on her cell
phone and checking to see if she did in fact have a pink highlighter in her
possession.  She did not.

   There were two people waiting to speak with the instructor.  The buzz of
irritation that flitted through her head was like a bee in the room; she
could hear it, but she wasn't quite sure where it was or why it was there.
Her next class started in ten minutes, but she didn't want to leave just
yet.  There was something she had to ask, but she didn't feel like asking a
dumb question in front of half a dozen other students.  Okay, so it was
only two.  It was still annoying.  She restacked the books in her backpack
and reordered the notebooks so that the larger ones were on the bottom of
the stack.

   There was only one person left, and it was a guy.  `Safe enough,' Jenna
thought.  `He cant be that much smarter than I am.' She vaulted her bookbag
up onto her back with a barely audible grunt and walked up to the front of
the room.  The guy ahead of her thanked the professor and turned for the
door.  She was suddenly, inexplicably nervous.  The smell drifting towards
her from behind the front desk was distracting; it was something like a
cross between sandalwood and clean linen.

   Jenna stared at the paper in her hand, sweating under her sweater and
wishing she'd worn something a bit cooler.  Of course, the temperature
outside was in the forties and she was lucky to get away without a coat -
but that was the furthest thing from her mind.  She risked a glance at his
face, but he wasn't looking at her.  He was filing papers away in his
briefcase.  After a moment or two of tense silence on her part, he spoke
up.

   "Jenna?  Was there something you needed?" His eyes were driving into her
like steel spikes, and that made thinking most difficult.  The question
wasn't meant to be suggestive, but it carried a hint of unspoken meaning to
Jenna`s ears.

   "I uh...  the homework...  I just had a question," she managed to blurt
out.  She held up her paper like a sacrificial offering, hoping to redirect
his penetrating gaze.  It worked, temporarily.

   "Looks to me like you got most of it correct," he mumbled, reaching out
for the paper.  For just a second, their fingers touched.  Jenna's hand
tingled and goosebumps went up her arm to her breast.  She could feel her
nipple pressing against the fabric of her bra.  What the hell was that
about?  Her Latin instructor was horribly neurotic and possibly the most
uptight guy she'd ever encountered.  So why was she so shivery all of a
sudden?  Why was her body responding to his every gesture?  She licked her
lips and pointed at one of the irregular verbs she'd had trouble with.

   "What's the fourth principle part of sum?" She gritted her teeth, hoping
she didn't sound like a total moron.

   "Futurum." A little flutter went down to Jenna's stomach as the word
floated by her ears.

   "Can you read this to me?  I'm not sure if I'm pronouncing it right,"
she said, not daring to hope that he would.

   "Pauci viri avari multas formas periculi in pecunia vident." Jenna had
unknowingly closed her eyes, and parted her lips.  The words...  they were
doing things to her.  He went on to the next sentence.  It wasn't a
come-on, just homework review.  Mostly.  "Fortunam et vitam antiquae
patriae saepe laudas sed recusas." His voice trailed off to a whisper, and
when he stopped speaking, Jenna's eyes slowly opened.  He was staring her
down again.  "Do you have any other classes today?" he asked, shoving her
homework into his briefcase without another glance.

   "Calculus."

   "Can you skip it?" His voice was low, almost inaudible.  She could feel
the heat emanating from him.  She nodded.

   He led the way down the hall and up the stairs to his office.  When the
door closed behind her, Jenna eyed his back and shoulders as he put his
briefcase to the side of his desk.  Then she reached back to lock the door
and dropped her bag to the floor in one fluid motion.  He moved in close,
drinking up her smell like a philandering butterfly, but not touching her
yet.  He was reserved and almost shy, exercising the utmost restraint... 
But she was quivering with excitement.  Each beat of her heart was a
nerve-racking experience.  She wanted to tear him apart with her teeth and
fuck every piece of him.

   "Dare illius beatus ceciderunt," he whispered.

   Jenna reached out and removed his glasses, tossing them over to his
desk. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him towards her.  She jerked at his
buttons until they popped open (they were snaps).  The skin on his chest
and throat was bone-white, but that didn't matter.  Jenna buried her face
in his neck and inhaled that warm, sweet, delicious smell that was all over
him.  She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, licking and sucking
his neck hungrily.  She nipped him with her teeth, but not enough to hurt.

   Jenna loved pulling hair, but she wasn't too sure if he was the type;
she clutched a handful at the back of his head, just in case.  It was dark
and soft, and he closed his eyes as she massaged his scalp.  She reached
around his waist and pulled him closer, wanting to touch him, wanting to
feel everything at once.  He slid one of his legs between hers and pressed
against her as they leaned on the door.  His skin was flushed and hot; he
was ready for action, but not the kind that Jenna supposed.

   She arched her back, pressing her breasts against him, exposing her
throat - and he lowered his head to her neck, much the same as she had
done. He licked her collarbone and then up along her jaw.  His damp little
breaths were next to her ear, and he was rubbing her in all the right
places.  She whimpered as he moved against her, pushing at her, licking,
sucking, nibbling...  BITING.  Her whimper didn't have time to turn to a
cry of pain; he clamped his left hand down over her mouth too quickly.

   He uncovered Jenna's mouth only after his right hand found its target.
He fondled her cunt gently through her skirt, massaging her clit so that
she wouldn't notice the blood trickling down her chest.  He was busy with
her neck for a while, but she didn't mind as long as his hand stayed busy
too.  As he sucked, Jenna started to get dizzy.  He finally finished
nursing at her jugular, and kneeled before her.  She was too confused and
light-headed to protest when he reached up under her skirt to pull down her
panties.

   He stood up again and looked at her with lust-laden eyes.  His mouth was
rimmed with red, but she didn't turn away when he bent down to kiss her. 
He sucked her lip gently, and then slipped his tongue inside her mouth to
dance with hers.  The taste was unexpected, but not revolting.  As Jenna
classified the flavor of her own blood into the category
not-yummy-but-not-pukey, her Latin instructor unfastened his pants and
lifted her skirt.  He ran a trembling hand under her thigh and raised her
leg; she wrapped that leg around his and he slid into her without a second
thought.

   She could feel his pulse inside her.  They were twined together like two
trees, struggling toward the light.  Jenna shuddered in his arms as he
slipped through her like a wet dream, a steel rod tempered in molten lava.
Flesh on flesh, pleasure with pain.  The two were indistinguishable and
somehow inseparable.  It was as though he was born for this express
purpose. His hands were under her shirt and tugging at her clothes as their
hips moved together, and then she was naked from the waist up.  The blood
was starting to dry a bit and it stuck to his chest as he pressed his body
flat against hers.  His mouth was closed, but when she squeezed him just
so...  He opened his mouth in sudden pleasure, and she saw his elongated
incisors.  `Amazing,' she thought.

   Jenna held his face in her hands and licked his lips slowly, enticingly,
and then she ran her tongue over the pointed teeth that had so recently
pierced her virginal skin.  With a single sharp breath, he was cumming.  As
he spurted up inside her, she felt herself contracting and throbbing with
him.  She couldn't have stopped the orgasm if she wanted to - it was coming
too hard and too fast.  She threw her head back as ecstasy took over.  She
wanted to scream, but a whimper was all she could manage.  He had stolen
her breath as well as her blood.

   Almost as an afterthought, he started to lick her neck clean.  He traced
the trail of blood down to her breasts where he lingered for quite some
time, much to Jenna's delight.

   Her nipples tasted salty, like her life-essence.  But how could she ever
know just how sweet she was to him?

   "Me nomen es Daniel," he murmured, praying she would never know.

  
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