Chapter 855 - 854- Yuki Tanabe... New Target

Chapter 855: Chapter 854- Yuki Tanabe... New Target

The dim light of the single lantern painted the room in amber and shadow.

Seraphina lay beneath me, her blonde hair fanned across the pillow like spilled gold. Her hands, both of them, were pinned above her head by my left fist. Her wrists, pressed together, were small enough that I could hold both with one hand. The nightdress, which had been removed hours ago, was a crumpled heap on the floor. Her body, naked and marked, was a canvas of red fingerprints and bite marks and hickeys that traced from her neck to her thighs.

I was fucking her.

Not making love. Not the gentle, measured pace of the first time. Fucking. The kind of pace that turned beds into wreckages and women into wrecks.

Pah! Pah! Pah!

"OUNGH...!! ... professor...!! ... AH...!! ... HAAANGH...!!"

Her ass, thick and round, clapped against my thighs with each downward stroke. The flesh, soft and pale, ripened with the impact. The sound, wet and sharp, filled the room like a drumbeat. Her body, which had been rigid with inexperience hours ago, was now loose. Pliant. Broken in. The walls of her pussy, which had been impossibly tight, now gripped me with the hungry desperation of a woman who had learned what cock felt like and could not get enough.

She was crying. Not from pain. The tears, which ran from the corners of her eyes and into her hair, were the tears of a woman whose body was being overwhelmed. Whose mind, which had been raised on propriety and nobility and the dignity of the Voss name, was drowning in a pleasure that it could not process.

"Professor...!! ... I cannot... HIEEENGH...!! ... it is too much...!! ... AAANGH...!!"

I held her hands tighter. The grip, which was not painful but firm, kept her in place. Her body, which was trying to writhe, was anchored. The position, submissive and exposed, made her breasts rise and fall with each thrust. The flesh, heavy and full, moved with the rhythm. Her nipples, dark and stiff, pointed at the ceiling with each impact.

"Tell me about the students," I said. The words, which were delivered mid-thrust, were conversational. The tone, which was calm and curious, was absurd given the context. A man, balls-deep in a woman, asking about her classmates.

She blinked. The tears, which had been continuous, stuttered. Her mouth, which had been open and moaning, tried to form words.

"What?" she gasped. The word, which came out between thrusts, was broken.

"Your classmates," I repeated. My hips, which had been pounding, maintained their rhythm. The pace, which was brutal, did not slow. "Tell me about them. The women. The ones in Class A."

She trembled. The request, which was not a request but an interrogation disguised as pillow talk, was a violation. Not of her body. Of her trust. Of the unspoken code that students did not discuss each other with professors.

"I... I cannot... professor... this is... AH...!! ... this is wrong... I should not..."

Pah! Pah! Pah! PAAAH!

"OUNGH...!! ... HAAANGH...!!"

I slammed. The thrust, which was deeper than the previous ones, hit her cervix. She screamed. The sound, which was raw and primal, echoed off the stone walls. Her body, which had been trying to resist, surrendered. The resistance, which had been verbal, dissolved into moans.

"Tell me," I said. The words, which were whispered into her ear, were a command. Not a request. Not a suggestion. An order delivered by a man who was inside her and had the right to ask anything.

"Yuki," she gasped. The name, which came out as a moan, was the first piece of information. "Tanabe. The... the eastern girl. The one who... who answered your question about... about the reverse rune..."

"The quiet one," I said. My hips, which had been still for the moment, resumed. The pace, which was slower now, was a reward. Information earned comfort. "The one with the notebook."

"Yes," Seraphina gasped. "She... she is in a relationship. A secret one. With a boy in the class."

I raised an eyebrow. The expression, which was invisible in the dark, was a thought. A secret relationship in Class A. Between students. The kind of thing that the academy’s rules prohibited and the nobility’s traditions forbade.

"Which boy?" I said. My hips, which had been slow, picked up speed. The pace, which was a reward, was also a prod. Faster answers earned faster pleasure. Slower answers earned harder pounding.

Pah! Pah! Pah!

"OUNGH...!! ... his name... his name is... AH...!! ... Aldric. Aldric Brennan. He is... he is the son of... of Duke Brennan. The... the northern territory..."

Duke Brennan. The name, which I filed in my mind, was a connection. The northern dukes, whose territory bordered the dark elf lands and the beast-folk territories, were a political faction. Their power, which was military and agricultural, was a counterweight to the southern nobles. The son, who was fucking a merchant’s daughter in secret, was a thread. A thread that I could pull.

I pounded harder. The pace, which had been a reward, became a celebration. My cock, which had been hard, went harder. The twitch, which was involuntary, was a sign of excitement. The information, which was useful, was a turn-on.

Pah Pah Pah Pah PAAAH!

"AAANGH...!! ... professor...!! ... slow... slow down...!! ... HIEEENGH...!!"

I pulled her boob. My free hand, which had been holding her wrists, released one. Found her breast. Grabbed. The flesh, heavy and soft, overflowed my palm. I squeezed. The nipple, which was stiff, pressed against my fingers. I pulled. The flesh, stretching, followed. She gasped. The sound, which was mixed with a moan, was the sound of a woman whose body was being played.

I kissed her. My mouth, which had been asking questions, found hers. The kiss, which was deep and wet, swallowed her moans. My tongue, pushing in, found hers. The taste, which was salt and mint and surrender, filled my mouth.

"What does she like?" I said against her lips. The question, which was about Yuki, was the next step. The girl, who was a prodigy and a secret lover, was a target. A candidate. A piece on the board that I intended to claim.

"She... she likes... AH...!! ... she likes intelligence. Men who... who know things. Who can... who can teach her. She reads... she reads everything. She is always... always studying. If you... if you show her something she does not know... she will... she will..."

’Follow you. The way a student follows a teacher who knows more than the textbook. The way a mind follows a greater mind. The way a woman follows a man who can give her what she needs.’

I sped up. The pace, which had been building, reached its peak. The thrusts, which had been deep, went deeper. The sound, which had been loud, became louder.

Pah Pah Pah Pah Pah Pah PAAAH!

"OUNGH...!! ... AH...!! ... HAAANGH...!! ... professor...!! ... I am going to... I am going to... HIEEENGH...!!"

I slammed. The final thrust, which was total and complete, buried me to the hilt. My cock, which had been twitching, erupted. The cum, thick and hot, pumped into her. Rope after rope. The heat, spreading through her core, triggered her orgasm. Her body, which had been building, crested. Her pussy, clenching around my shaft, milked. The walls, which had been gripping, convulsed.

"AAANGH...!! ... professor...!! ... I love you...!! ... I love you...!! ... HAAANGH...!!"