100x Rebate Sharing System: Retired Incubus Wants to Marry & Have Kids

Chapter 844: Chapter 843- The Clapping of the Woman too Hard

My cock, positioned at her entrance, pressed. The head, pushing against the wet lips, was millimeters from entering. The heat, the wetness, the tightness. All of it was there. All of it was waiting.

Her eyes, which had been locked on mine, drifted down. To my cock. To the head, dark and thick, that was about to enter her. The size, the girth, the length. Ten inches. She was small. Tight. A virgin. The cock, which was about to take her virginity, was too big. Too thick. Too much.

She trembled. The fear, the arousal, the anticipation. All of it mixed together, creating a cocktail of sensation that was driving her insane. Her body, which had been ready, was now tense. Her pussy, which had been wet, was now clenching. The walls, preparing for the invasion, tightened.

I leaned. My weight, pressing forward, pushed the head in. The lips, spreading, parted. The entrance, yielding, opened. The tip, entering, was met with resistance. The hymen. The barrier. The last defense.

I pushed. The hymen, thin and fragile, stretched. The pain, sharp and immediate, made her gasp. Her hands, which had been limp, flew to my chest. Her fingers, gripping my coat, tightened.

”Wait,” she said. The word, barely a sound, was a whisper. ”Wait. I...”

The bell rang.

The sound, loud and piercing, cut through the hallway like a blade. The academy bell. The signal for the start of classes. The sound that meant the hallways, which had been empty, were about to be filled with students.

We both jolted. The sound, shattering the bubble of desire that had enveloped us, was a cold splash of water. The reality, the hallway, the academy, the students. All of it came rushing back.

She covered her breasts. Her hands, flying to her chest, grabbed the uniform. The fabric, pulled up, concealed the flesh. Her face, which had been flushed with desire, went white with panic.

”Wait,” she said. ”I...”

I stood. The motion, smooth and fast, separated us. My cock, which had been millimeters from taking her virginity, was returned to my trousers. The zipper, pulled up, concealed the shaft. The bulge, however, remained. The outline, visible through the fabric, was a reminder.

”Do not forget to arrive in my dormitory tonight,” I said. The words, delivered while adjusting my coat, were casual. The tone of a man confirming a dinner reservation. ”Let us continue where we left off.”

I turned. Walked. My hand, in my pocket, was relaxed. My cock, which was still hard, was uncomfortable. The bulge, visible, was a distraction. But I couldn’t fuck her. Not now. Not here. The bell had seen to that.

I reached the dark elf. She was standing where I had left her. Against the wall. Her green eyes, which had been watching the entire scene, were wide. Her face, dark and smooth, was flushed.

I grabbed her ass. My hand, lifting her skirt, found the cheek. The flesh, thick and firm, was bare. The panties, which I had pulled down earlier, were still around one ankle. I squeezed. She moaned.

”Get up and follow,” I said. The words, warm and casual, were the words of a man calling his pet.

We walked. Away from the checking room. Away from Seraphina. Away from the scene that had been interrupted by a bell.

Behind us, in the hallway, Seraphina stood. Her body, against the wall, was still. Her uniform, disheveled, was half-open. Her skirt, bunched, was wrinkled. Her panties, on the floor, were forgotten.

She looked at her body. At the traces of her own arousal, leaking down her thigh. At the red marks on her breasts, where my fingers had gripped. At the wet spot on the floor, where she had squirted.

She bit her lip. The gesture, unconscious, was the gesture of a woman who was thinking. Processing. Deciding.

’Professor Victor,’ she thought. The name, which had been an accusation minutes ago, was now something else. Something softer. Something that made her thighs clench and her breath catch.

’Should I complain?’

The question, which should have had an obvious answer, did not. Because the answer, the one that rose from the part of her body that was still wet and aching and empty, was not the answer that her mind wanted to give.

She closed her eyes. Leaned against the wall. Let the breath she had been holding escape.

’Tonight. His chamber. He said tonight.’

She opened her eyes. Looked at the hallway. At the students, who were beginning to appear at the far end. At the world, which was about to come rushing back.

She pulled her uniform straight. Buttoned the collar. Smoothed the skirt. Picked up her panties. Folded them. Tucked them into her pocket.

She walked. Toward her class. Toward her duties. Toward the life that she had been living before a man with violet eyes had walked into it and torn it apart with a kiss and a finger and a promise.

’Damn him.’

The hallway filled with students.

They moved in streams, flowing toward their respective classrooms. The sound, the chatter and the footsteps and the laughter of youth, filled the corridor. The air, which had been thick with the scent of sex and desire, was diluted by the crowd.

I pulled the dark elf into a corner. The space, narrow and shadowed, was between two pillars. Hidden from the main flow of students. Not invisible. But hidden enough.

She trembled. Her body, which had been relaxing in my presence, tensed. The collar, around her neck, was a reminder. The conditioning, hours old, was still fresh.

”Master?” she said. Her voice, soft and uncertain, was the voice of a woman who did not know what was coming.

I took out my cock. The zipper, pulled down, was loud in the narrow space. The shaft, hard and thick, emerged. The head, dark and swollen, was ready. The pre-cum, leaking from the tip, was visible.

I pulled down her panties. The fabric, thin and simple, slid down her thighs. Her pussy, hairy and swollen, was exposed. The lips, still reddened from the carriage ride, were wet. The cum, which I had pumped into her earlier, was leaking. The white fluid, thick and visible, ran from her entrance.

I slammed.

Pah!

”MMM...!!”

The sound, muffled by my hand, was a moan. My palm, covering her mouth, sealed the noise. Her body, impaled on my cock, seized. Her eyes, green and wide, rolled.

I fucked her. In the corner. While students, walking past, chatted and laughed and complained about classes. The sound, the wet slapping of flesh on flesh, was hidden by the noise of the crowd. The moans, muffled by my hand, were swallowed by the hallway.

Pah Pah Pah!

”MMM...!! ... MMMF...!! ... MMM...!!”

My free hand, on her breast, groped. The flesh, small and firm, was a contrast to the mother-in-law’s heavy softness. I squeezed. The nipple, dark and stiff, was hard between my fingers.

”Let me empty myself,” I said. The words, whispered into her ear, were a statement of intent. Not a request. Not a question. A plan.

I humped. My hips, driving forward, pounded her. The pace, fast and brutal, was the pace of a man who needed to finish quickly. The corner, the students, the risk of discovery. All of it added urgency.

Pah Pah Pah Pah PAAAH!

”MMM...!! ... MMMF...!! ... GLMM...!!”