Forbidden - Lady Lesso X Female Reader

Chapter 3

I can't help but moan in delight as I feel lesso's tongue on my clit, circling and flicking it. Her nails run up and down my legs, scratching me in the most pleasurable way. Bringing me even closer to pure ecstasy. I can feel her red hair brushing over my bare stomach, tickling me slightly. Her pace starts to quicken as her tongue starts to circle my core even faster then before. As she does, I moan louder, almost making me scream. Unable to stop the waves of pleasure crashing into me, I start to grind my body into her, trying to gain even more friction then she's giving me. Much to my dismay her hand suddenly grasps my hip and forces me to stop moving. She then pushes two fingers into my dripping hole, curling them slightly as she thrusts them further into me. Every time she enters me, the knott inside my stomach tightens, so much so that I scream. Just as I'm about to cum and finally have my sweet realise, I hear someone call my name. It was muffled at first due to my flustered state, but then it started to get louder. I soon realized that they were not calling my name but rather shouting it. "Y/N!"

Aggressively I jolt myself awake to hear the loud banging at my door.
"BREAKFAST STARTS IN 5 MINUTES!" A female voice shouts at me through the large piece of wood. As I hear the sound of shoes walking away, I notice the very distinct noise of a cane hitting the floor. Lady Lesso cane to be precise. A wave of panic rushes through me. She couldn't of heard me. Could she? I start to question every possible cenario as I quickly get changed, ignoring the heat between my legs. Just then my face turns red In realization. God I just dreamt about someone fucking me that I have only known for a day. The woman that is littartly in the room opposite me. How am I already imagining her doing the most ungodly things between my legs??? Get it together Y/n! I scold  myself, trying to push the thought out of my head. I make my way down the endless flights of stairs and corridors and finally make my way into the grand food hall.

When I walk in I notice that lady lesso is staring at me with her alluring grey eyes. Quickly I avert mine and go to get my food, feeling her gaze burning into the back of my head. I walk over to the teachers table thankful students wouldn't be arriving for couple of days. Meaning I have enough time to plan my lessons and get myself mentally prepared to teach a bunch of crazy teenagers. As I sit down, I notice that lady lesso's eyes are still on me. But what confuses me the most is the fact that she is smirking. I try to ignore it but then she starts talking.
"So Y/n how did you sleep? I hope your nightmare was unpleasant." Nightmare? I didn't have a nightmare.
"I sorry what do you mean?" I ask curiously, wanting for her to elaborate on her statement.
"Well I could hear you shouting and moaning when I went to wake you up this morning. I must say it was quite amusing." She says as her smirk grows. After hearing that, I practically choke on my food, gaining the attention of an ever teacher that was talking to a professor.
"My dear are you alright?" She asks patting my back in a concerned voice.
"Yes she is fine Dovey. why don't you go back to your little ever conversation and stop pestering her?" Lesso rudely states.
"I was merely trying to help YOUR faculty not kill themselves before the term starts." The woman that I now know as Dovey argues back at lesso. Luckily I managed to regain my manner and thank the woman before lesso could insult her anymore. The rest of the meal I had a red colouring to my face, knowing that lesso did in fact hear me making those sinful noises.

After breakfast I went to clear my head and Re-familiarised myself with the schools grounds. Thankfully I can remember where the special tallents classroom is, so I don't need to look around there. Slowly I make my way around the school, just as I turn a corner I found myself outside in the Nevers gardens. Nevers typically don't find the beauty in nature so they rarely go into the gardens, meaning that they weren't destroyed. The black roses were always my favourite when I was at school. They would always remind me of the Evers garden full of bright and colourful ones. Unlike the Evers, the Nevers had large vines crawling up any and every wall in the garden, creating dark and sinister shadows over the grass. The cool breeze swept through my hair as I walked through the rows of dark and dangerous flowers and plants. Most of them were poisonous if you were to prick yourself on one, I leant that the hard way. That very 'distinct' memory of being rushed to the infirmary after a thorn pierced through my skin, still lingers in my head. The feeling of uncontrollable shaking and throwing up to the point where you can't stand, is not something I want to re-live. So just to be on the safe side I stayed away from the flowers, even if they were beautiful. Only to admire them from afar. Much like I did with women.

After a while I made my way back up to my room and sat down at my desk thought about starting a drawing. I have always had a passion for the art. Even as a child I would spend all my free time drawing and painting to my heart desire. It gave my a sense of freedom and joy. Or well it used to. The last time I remember drawing was in the last day before I left the school for evil. It was a picture of a red rose with a black stem and grey thorns sticking out of it. Coating one of the thorns were droplets of blood. It was dripping down the rest of the stem and pooling at the bottom crating a puddle. It was a very 'Never' thing to draw, with the obsession with blood that the Nevers had. It was a reminder of the rose that cut me causing my little trip the the infirmary. I would always draw something that symbolises or reminds me of something important that has happened to me. A reminder of what has happened to me in my life. So like I used to do back as a student, I started to draw something important that has happened to me, or maybe someone that has awoken something inside me. I grab a pencil out of my still unpacked suitcase and start to draw the outline of a person. That person was no other then lady lesso herself. She was constantly on my mind like a broken record, stuck to repeat the same tune over and over. Her body soon started to take shape. I made sure to capture every detail of her, the way her coat hugged her waist, the way her trousers clung to her thighs as she walked, the way her wild hair rested elegantly on her shoulders. After about an hour or so the drawing was finished. I looked at it and exhaled, feeling a little better about the situation I have have been put into.

Dinner was soon to start. I learnt from the aggressive thump at my door from a wolf guard telling me it was time to eat. I just ignored it. I didn't feel like making a fool of myself infront of the dean again. I had missed lunch but that never bothered me, the thing that did bothered me tho was not the fact that I nearly died infront of her. Maybe a little bit. But was instead that she heard what I was dreaming about. Luckily I had something to occupy my self with, and that was the 'lovely' job of unpacking my suitcase that had been thrown on the floor from this morning's panic.

After a the sun had set and dark clouds had started to cover the once clear sky, I had fineshed my unpacking. This time I go to put on my nightwear and climb Into bed, letting my body sink into the mattress. Properly this time, not like last night, where I had unintentionally gone to sleep in the clothes I had worn whilst arriving here. And to make the matter worse I had awoken sprawled out on top of the covers creasing them. As my eyelids start to feel tired, I drift of to sleep listening to the soft tapping of rain hitting the window. One again dreaming of the red head that has plagued my mind.