Title: Catseye
Author: Princess Alexandria
Fandom: Xmen
Claim: Emma Frost
Prompt: Oral
Rating: R
Word count: 472
Story Arc: Schoolhouse Rock (my Teacher/Student set of smutlets)
Summary: Catseye spends a quiet evening with the headmistress
Warning: Teacher/Student, semi-bestiality, soft R

Emma sat back in her chair and stared at the fire, her wine glass slowly moved from side to side as she thought about her day. Her silk white robe was leaving enough of her legs free to feel the couch under her, and her cool wet hair was air drying after her shower. The training session with the children had been a bit of a workout this time.

The Hellions were doing well, and she was proud of the progress they’d made. Sadly when the simulations ended they were at each others throats. It was common and the way of things, working to develop a pecking order, but with so many strong young mutants on the team the noise of the exchanges wore Emma down.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t have rather gone shopping with the girls Sharon?” Emma asked as she felt someone enter the room. Turning she noticed the young mutant was in her panther form, moving with slow lazy movements towards Emma.

When Sharon moved her head to caress Emma’s hand Emma moved to pet the girl. Sharon needed affection and often came to Emma in this form so that she could get it. No one petted a teenage girl like this, Emma thought with a little amusement as she caressed hair on the girl’s back.

Emma continued her distracted petting as she sipped at her wine, the last glass she’d be getting from the expensive bottle.

Movement pulled Emma out of her thoughts and she looked down to see Sharon staring up at her with large expressive eyes. “Momma Frost.” The girl could speak, it was hard for her, but a slight shift to a more human face gave her the ability. A tongue reached out and licked Emma’s leg. Emma just watched as she felt the wet caress.

Emma felt her heart start to pound just a little faster as she saw the images in Sharon’s mind. Emma shifted her position just a little and put both feet on the ground, her robe falling partially open between her legs. Emma could feel the arousal in the girl and it sparked her own. Emma separated her legs in clear permission and felt the soft fur of the girl on her inner thighs as she got closer. “No one hears about this.” Emma’s voice was a command and the feline head nodded once, before moving to sniff at Emma’s sex.

There were some lingering moments of conscience, but Emma squashed the little voice and waited for that large feline tongue to caress her.

It was rough and slow as it moved over her sex and Emma clamped her mouth closed so she didn’t whimper.

Sharon was always an enthusiastic student, and Emma gripped the cushion of the couch as she found out that enthusiasm extended to other things.