Sirius’ desires erupted forth.
He was no longer the same meek research assistant as before.
He had transformed into a completely different beast, one that was constantly drowning in Herta’s most special affection.
No longer satisfied on her neck, he found his way to her shoulder.
It maintained the same suppleness as her neck, along with the faint scent of lavender.
His rod pressed onto Herta’s thick dress.
He bypassed the pair of black cloth extending to her ankles, pressing it onto her pale purple skirt drawn with vertical parallel lines.
Their close distance made her heavy breathing obvious to Sirius’ sharp ears.
There were times when she occasionally let out a startled yelp, though that only made him more… beastly.
He looked at her shoulder, and a thought came to his mind:
‘Hickeys.’
Sirius had seen it on the materials of his past life.
It was a ‘sign’ of exclusivity often used by couples to tell others that they have someone.
“Can I… can I bite you?” Afraid of her misunderstanding, he swiftly added, “Y-you can bite me too…”
Herta paused for a moment, her breathing hitching.
Sirius saw her look at him with scrutiny, and then satisfaction.
“I have your word.” She then nodded before saying, “Go. Do what you will.”
To his ears, it felt no less than that of a heavenly symphony.
He looked at her flawless shoulder again, somewhat hesitant on making it ‘imperfect’, but Herta’s words kept ringing to his mind.
That form of validation was something his past self would have never received, at all!
Sirius no longer hesitated and gently sunk his front teeth onto it.
He did not stop until her white skin turned slightly red.
When he looked at it with his eyes, he saw the evident bite mark sitting between her neck and shoulder.
It stimulated him once more, making his girthy rod twitch.
Only then did Sirius notice its ‘plight’.
His eyes traveled beneath Herta, locking onto her pair of translucent black stockings.
“Can I…”
“Do you want me to repeat my words?”
Her somewhat stern tone laced with a bit of sarcasm completely flicked on a switch inside him.
Sirius was still afraid Herta might find his behavior displeasing, but now that she had insisted for him to do as he ‘wills’, he no longer held back.
‘Domination loss… and Herta…’
Fueled by such thoughts, he grasped the root of his dick and put it down beneath Herta’s light purple skirt.
He did not press it onto her buttocks, but on her thighs.
It wasn’t thick, yet it felt so heavenly.
The texture of the black stockings was world-class, transmitting the sensation of touching her bare skin.
The faint, rough touch was the sole proof of the stockings’ existence.
The sides of his rod sank onto Herta’s thighs as she actively clamped them together.
His heart skipped, surprised by both her actions and attitude.
He dazedly thrust his hips back and forth, the soft and rough sensation assaulting his brain.
Sirius inadvertently tightened his hug over her waist, bringing her closer to him.
Their gazes soon met with tacit understanding.
Her back touched his chest.
Herta leaned upwards as she met his lips with another kiss.
Their tongues intertwined, transforming into their ‘playful’ banter.
Whenever Sirius struck a sensitive spot, it caused her entire body to jolt.
His dick, still sandwiched between her thighs, felt it too.
“Hm…”
Every now and then, soft moans escaped her lips.
Sirius saw her eyes clouded with pure satisfaction, all the while her face turned redder.
In the end, he lost first.
The extreme sensitivity developed by his dick made it easier to climax.
He could not control it at all, for it is Madam Herta who is with him!
Splurt-!
The momentum of his thick white fluids made an arc to the fluffy carpet below, weakening until it only spilled out of the tip of his glans.
Her thighs were now soiled with his cum.
The second climax did not kill off Sirius’ dick, still.
All it took was ten seconds for it to become rock hard again.
This time, Sirius’ post-nut clarity allowed him to pay attention to Herta’s current state.
Her purple eyes seemed to have let out tears, a hint of dissatisfaction within.
Only now did he realize—
‘I only took care of myself!’
He knew how uncomfortable it was to feel like exploding, yet he could not.
With all the things he had done to Herta, it would be strange if she didn’t feel the slightest bit aroused.
His right hand let go of her waist, while his left arm hooked her abdomen, hugging her.
He deftly lifted the top of Herta’s skirt and went straight to the forbidden zone.
His fingers were met with damp, wet stockings.
It wasn’t as viscous as his own, something similar to a slightly sticky water.
“Mn…”
A weak moan came out of her lips.
It sent arcs of electricity running down Sirius’ spine.
He dazedly began rubbing his middle finger against the damp area.
He immediately felt a membrane-like sensation.
His fingertip traced it upward.
Due to her back touching his chest, he felt Herta tremble several times.
Just by looking at her reaction, Sirius felt that flame burning stronger.
He was seeing new sides of her.
His brain almost turned numb at this information, however.
After a sharp, silent gasp, he carried on what he did.
It was no longer his middle finger that rubbed against it alone.
Both his pointy and ring finger touched the outline of that ‘slit’, feeling the texture of the stockings, the damp cloth, and its general outline.
Before long, a massive ‘waterfall’ came upon his fingers as well as his flesh rod sandwiched between her thighs.
The liquid spilled on her thighs, traveling along her stockings.
A vast majority of it spilled down, wetting the fluffy white carpet below.
Herta’s body stiffened, her eyes closed shut.
The blush on her cheeks became more evident, and so was her pursed lips.
Her back straightened until the spraying had ended.
“Kuh..!”
Sirius felt both of her hands holding his.
Upon seeing her ‘panicked’ expression, he could not help but reach out for a kiss.
The moment their lips touched each other, her eyes opened, staring at him in surprise.
Rationality slowly faded from them, replaced by anticipation.
Her eyes narrowed slightly as the tip of her tongue intruded upon Sirius’ lips—to which he welcomed.
This time, Herta could not hold out for long.
She was forced to let go of him to catch her breath.
“L-let me go to the bathroom. I couldn’t properly…”
She looked at her soiled hat, and then on her right hand.
Herta wasn’t a clean freak, but it was uncomfortable proceeding like this.
Sirius did not bother her this time, knowing the ‘atmosphere’ was already there.
He let go of her waist as he watched her stroll to the bathroom.
He, on the other hand, sat on the corner of the bed, his eyes inadvertently heading towards his erect dick.
It was covered with his and her cum.
A portion of his slacks caught onto them, too.
Sirius was even messier than Herta.
‘That serum…’
He knew full well the virility that he possessed now was thanks to the ‘super soldier serum’.
It did not change his dick size, though.
It was something Sirius found somewhat troublesome, especially during times he wore jeans.
Now…
He doesn’t find it troublesome anymore.
In the end, he could not stand the ‘stickiness’ of his pants.
He unbuckled his belt and stripped it down.
Not even his underwear was spared.
Only his long-sleeved top remained, barely hiding his sculpted body.
By the time Herta returned, her eyes scrutinized him, falling onto below his waist.
“How hygienic.”
“Kuk…”
Sirius choked on his own saliva.
Her words gave off the same feeling as ‘So you shave’ or something along those lines.
He couldn’t even find to himself the will to explain properly.
While he was still in a daze, Herta stood in front of him.
Several droplets of water crawled on her hands, slightly wetting the hem of her skirt.
She held its ends and lifted it up, revealing her pair of stockings that reached as far as her lower abdomen.
Beneath it was a laced black panty.
It was noticeably wet because of the mess he made.
The sight of it made his vision spin.
“Let’s continue.”
Herta’s words awakened him from his daze.
Her face returned to her former calm and composed look, though her cheeks betrayed her true thoughts.
Sirius nodded blankly as his hands went beneath her skirt.
He first traced the same area he teased before his attention went to her stockings.
There was an option of pulling it down, but he chose the other option.
To tear it down.
Psshk-!
The thin film of the stockings were torn apart by his fingers.
It extended until it reached below her laced black underwear.
The moment he put the bottom part of the underwear aside, he felt her skin… and her faintly throbbing vulva.
The pink flaps were extremely clear to his eyes.
Oftentimes, there were signs of its darkening, perhaps due to genetic or physiological causes.
They would never look as beautiful as the one in front of his eyes!
He traced its outline, causing her to let out a high-pitched moan.
Sirius went straight to her most sensitive spot, to the small pink nub present at the slit’s end—her clitoris.
“Hee..!”
A small pinch caused Herta’s calm facade to collapse.
Her legs trembled as her back bent forward slightly.
Her eyes narrowed in pleasure, her teeth gritting against each other.
Unsurprisingly, what came next was another waterfall.
Clear liquid spurted out of her pink slit, first falling like a wide waterfall, before being reduced into tinier squirts.
Only then did Sirius realize—
‘I am not the only sensitive one.’
His dick stood erect at her vulnerable sight.
The faint, musky scent of their cum drifted onto his nose.
He was as turned on as he could be.
Sirius’ emotions boiled.
They can no longer be held back, and as such, he pulled Herta to sit on his lap, her eyes facing his.
Her heavy dress instantly bore on his hips along with her weight.
Her heavy breaths brushed Sirius’ cheek as her hands tremblingly held onto his shoulder.
She briefly stood up, lining up the rock-hard rod to her drenched pink entrance.
It was clear she could no longer hold back too!
Squelch-!
His glans touched her entrance before being drawn inside.
Almost instantly, her inner folds clung onto it, drawing his shaft inside.
The blissful, numbing sensation caused Sirius to tremble.
Halfway through, it was stopped by a thin membrane.
At this moment, Herta’s hands, which were placed on his shoulder, shook more intensely.
From her face alone, Sirius could tell she was feeling that good too!
“I’ll help.”
Sensing the inner membrane blocking his glans, he felt regretful.
He never thought twice about this position—on how it made it more difficult for their first time.
He first grinded the membrane with his glans, placing both his hands on her waist.
In a single, swift motion, he thrust his hips hard.
“Aang…”
The unimpeded sheathing of Herta’s insides brought them satisfaction.
Her inner folds vibrated ever-so-slightly as they wrapped around his flesh rod tightly.
Sirius felt her body’s temperature rise as he saw beads of sweat forming on her neckline.
Her face momentarily froze due to the lingering pain.
Her hands made it way behind his neck, locking behind it.
Sirius never rushed her, nor did Herta say another word.
Their eyes remained glued at each other.
Her brimmed hat cast a shadow beneath their faces, making Herta’s eyes become more beautiful on Sirius’ sight.
It was the same as before, but this time, he no longer looked down on himself.
He could now confidently look at Herta’s eyes!
“Are we to stay like this forever?”
A hint of grievance was mixed on her voice, startling Sirius.
It was the first time he had heard something like it.
“No. I was thinking about contraceptives. Unless…”
“I took one in the bathroom.”
“…Oh.”
Hearing these words, he no longer held back, and so did Herta.
She moved her hips slightly upward before bringing it back down.
Every iteration allowed his glans to kiss on the entrance of her womb, all the while stretching her insides wide due to its girth.
Surprisingly, she had taken it all, barely falling short to Sirius’ root.
He felt the force behind his neck grow stronger as she started moving up and down.
Simultaneously, he felt her insides grind against his shaft.
Every movement created a squeezing sensation that made him inadvertently groan out of pure pleasure.
Herta’s movements caused Sirius’ shaft to scrape against her pussy’s front part, which happened to be the area where her clitoris was located.
It made the sensations feel a lot stronger on both sides, especially Herta’s.
His hands did not sit still as he reached out for her chest.
His throat ran dry at the thought of what he was about to do, but the numbing sensation on his spine forced him to stop thinking.
Just like her, Sirius’ rationality slowly faded, leaving behind his curiosities.
Unlike what he had expected, the dress’ top came off easily.
Then he saw one of its pearl-like parts hanging loosely.
It was the one responsible for holding it without any transparent plastic straps on her shoulder.
‘That was it…’
What he saw with his sight was her slightly perky breasts.
It wasn’t big, about the B-cup in his eyes.
Atop her white mounds lay a pair of erect pink buds.
He could not resist the urge to grope them both, feeling the softness in his palm.
Herta looked down on his hands.
Moments later, Sirius was startled by her insides becoming tighter.
He looked between her breasts and her face, an astounding realization striking him.
‘Her being turned on… means like this?’
Sirius’ inhibitors were already ripped off.
His hands massaged her breasts, giving it a squeeze every now and then.
When he had enough, his pointy fingers traced the area around her pink buds.
“Mn… That… Hn..!”
Pinching it gave a similar sensation as that of her pink slit’s bud, just that her nipples were ‘tougher’ and ‘larger’.
Then came her body’s pause, followed by her inner folds tightening to a crazy scale.
Herta climaxed right at this moment, her eyes slipping into a daze.
Sirius fell completely to these sensations.
His sticky fluids shot out of his glans, shooting them inside her womb.
Herta instinctively pulled his neck closer, burying Sirius’ face on her chest.
Faint tremors were mixed on her breathing, making her loss of composure more evident.
He did not do anything at this moment, only enjoying her embrace.
Her body warmth had risen higher than before, causing droplets of sweat to appear on her cleavage.
It made her unique bodily scent drift on his nose.
‘Lavender… I smell lavender…’
After some time, Herta slowly let go of his neck.
Their gazes met once more, but this time, there was a visible trace of affection within them both.
“Hm…”
She took the initiative for a kiss, sealing Sirius’ lips.
The kiss wasn’t a deep, passionate one, but he could feel the same ‘sweetness’ he had tasted from the beginning.
Only now did he understand what it represented.
‘Love.
This is what it tastes like.’
The brain attempts to create favorable impressions to the memories a person truly likes, even if that means erasing all their negative aspects.
The ‘kiss’ was tasteless, but it gained ‘flavor’ once tainted with ’emotions’.
Such was the fitting conclusion for the ‘study’ Herta held with him.
Inevitably…
“Let’s hold another study, assistant.”
…they were bound to start another round of ‘research’.