Guest: Bang and Litchi will come eventually.

Youmomagon: At least you got something out of it.

RedRat8: I'm not the biggest fan of RagXTsu, RagXLitchi is fairly simple, Nine'll be a little tricky considering her being Nine, and RagsXKajun... how would this one work?

Guest 2: She's, um...also a robot.

Antonio Wolfe: Thank you, I'm glad you're enjoying this. RagsXLitchi is fine but I'm a bit iffy for Tsubaki.

Guest 3: Ragna always pulls the short straw, and I'd love any of the Murakumo's.

Been a while since I updated this story, and the follow up for the Nu story posted yesterday will be posted either tomorrow or Saturday. Not much after so many months but here's a RagXRach I would hope you readers will enjoy. Beta-read by Wild Blue Sonder.

Chapter 13: Taboo

Could she truly call herself a teacher?

Rachel's heartbeat quickened anytime Ragna walked into her classroom. His "I don't wanna be here" persona contradicted the hours he spent after school ensuring he grasped the material, and the way he smiled so big whenever he finally got something, it...did things to her. Pride in the time and commitment he made to his schoolwork, even if he was stubborn, devolved into infatuation at some point during the year and Rachel could do nothing about it. As he sat there, hard at work, nodding his head each time he progressed down the review sheet, those lovely heterochromatic eyes darted up to her with a small smile once he finished, her heart rejoicing.

Filthy.

"Well done." Rachel nodded along with him, every answer right on the money.

"About time. Damn." He slumped and sighed in excruciating relief. "Thought I'd never get this done."

Rachel giggled. "Yes. I feared I might have to put you into some remedial classes."

His face went pale. "For my senior year?!"

Even as she exchanged typical banter with him, her eyes focused on his fingers tapping the desk. How they would feel, what they would do to her. She wanted to run her hands through his hair, feel those brawny arms hold her against his frame and melt into his embrace, breathe in his scent. Rachel would miss these talks of theirs once he graduated, his whole life ahead of him, and she doubted he would swing by to see her.

Rachel took his review sheet and gave him permission to leave, startled when he yanked her back to him and kissed her down onto his desk. She pulled in air through her nose as her eyes widened dramatically. It played out like a scene in a movie, the evening sun's golden rays adding to the notion that this was just a dream. She was sleeping at home and would wake up any moment now, but she didn't and refused to believe that this kiss, his touch, his warmth, were some fabrication. "Ragna, you cannot…" were the first words to automatically come from her mouth when he pulled away. Rachel wanted to slap herself for it.

"Tell me to stop and I will. Until then, I'll keep goin'." Ragna returned to her lips, which parted immediately to his press, his tongue meticulous in its exploration and jovial when it finally met its eager partner. His hands ran along her nylon-clad thighs, the firmness of them everything he fantasized and more. "I can't tell you how long I've wanted to do this." Ragna took her hand and guided it down to stroke the outline of his hard, aching cock. She blushed harder as butterflies filled her stomach.

Deplorable.

"I can't hold back anymore." Ragna used her fingers to pull his zipper down, slowly, waiting for her to recoil and reject him, but she just watched.

Embarrassing.

"I'm gonna lose my fucking mind." Ragna wrapped her docile hand around his stiff cock and stroked, precum seeping into her palm. He felt so warm, so hard, twitching in her grasp. He looked so cute, breathing labored and cheeks flushed a deep, dark red.

Utterly shameful.

"I need you."

The sound of her pantyhose ripping reverberated throughout the empty room and unleashed the arousal she'd kept bottled up. Ragna dropped to his knees and shoved his mouth against Rachel's slick center, her heady scent and soft moans causing his prick to pang with painful need. Immediately his tongue went to work pleasuring the woman he craved for so long. Moans he stayed up at night thinking about escaped her lips while he licked each sensitive petal, lashed her clit and slit, and dipped his tongue into her sex. Ragna stopped right before she peaked and she sat up on her elbows to watch him pull a condom from his book bag. Her heart ticked a few beats faster at the sight and how his fist pumped his erection.

Pathetic.

Rachel took the condom once he unwrapped it, then went to her knees and slipped his cock between her lips in the same motion. His breath hitched at the inviting warmth of her mouth as he sighed her name. Something about the wet suction being the only sound in the room resonated within him, as did her muffled moans. Rachel languidly withdrew to slide the condom on his dick, positioned herself astride his lap, and ground herself against him until he couldn't take it anymore.

He lifted Rachel up by her hips, then lowered her onto him carefully and relished in the tight captivity. She bit her lip to control her voice, but a loud moan escaped and she threw her arms around his neck when he fully sheathed himself with a sharp thrust. Rachel kissed him, her fingers diving into his soft, spiky hair as they gradually found a rhythm. Her skin was on fire and her mind raced with nothing but thoughts of Ragna, moaning and keening to his ministrations.

Ragna kept her locked against his body and cradled her waist to slam her down onto him, hearing her cry and moan when she ripped her mouth away for air. In the throes of passion, overwhelmed by the orgasm he set in motion to consume her, she forgot her place momentarily and he had to hush her. Though he wished to hear more of that needy, raucous voice of hers, if any teacher still lurking the school were to hear, it would be catastrophic. He gorged himself on the unabashed noise Rachel made, his own climax ready to spill forth. And as his semen filled the latex, Ragna embraced her while they both trembled. It took a minute to catch their breath and Rachel spoke first with a small grin. "May I ask why you have a condom in your bag?"

Disgusting for a teacher.

Ragna flushed. "I got it in case… y'know… Well, why does it matter now? It came in handy."

"That it did." Rachel claimed his willing mouth, relishing in his sensual warmth.

But to hell with it.