The effect on Elizabeth was instantaneous and catastrophic. The "Professor" returned in a flash of pure, unadulterated terror.
Her eyes bulged, her breath hitching into a silent, panicked gasp. She scrambled to sit up, her naked, sweat-slicked body trembling so violently that the inkwells on the desk began to rattle.
"Oh god... ngh... It’s Alexander..." she mouthed, her face pale with the fear of total social annihilation.
"And she’s back to reality..." Rex laughed with a low tone. "I thought you didn’t mind being seen as a slut."
"But I—"
"Shh!" Rex hissed. "Tone it down now."
He moved with the predatory speed of a man used to taking what he wanted and hiding the evidence. Before she could let out a single sob of panic, he lunged forward, his large, warm hand clamping firmly over her mouth, muffling her frantic breathing.
"Go under the desk..." he commanded in a low, urgent whisper. "You don’t have enough ti to put on your clothes or clean all of those things that made you look like my slut.
With a strength that brooked no argunt, he guided her trembling, naked form down to the floor. Elizabeth scrambled into the cramped, dark space beneath the massive mahogany desk, her knees knocking against the wood, her heart hamring against her ribs like a trapped bird.
’W-why did he co at the bad ti...?!’ She huddled there in the shadows, her skin still buzzing from the climax, her mind a whirlwind of sha and adrenaline.
Rex, anwhile, moved with terrifying composure. He pulled his trousers up just enough to hide his nakedness, though he left his zipper undone, his massive, dark cock still partially exposed, glistening and heavy.
He pulled the heavy leather chair to the desk and sat down, leaning back with an air of casual, scholarly nonchalance, as if he had been sitting there for hours contemplating ancient texts.
’I’m under the desk... the Great Professor of Aethelgard is crouching in the dust like a thief, naked and dripping with his seed!’
’If he opens the door, if he looks down... oh gods, the humiliation!’
’My heart is going to burst through my chest! And Rex... he’s so calm... How can he be so fucking calm?!’
The door creaked open.
"Elizabeth?" Alexander stepped into the room, his footsteps echoing on the stone floor. He looked around, his brow furrowed in slight confusion. "Ohh—I thought I heard... well, never mind."
Elizabeth froze. From her position on the floor, her face was re inches away from the desk’s edge.
Her eyes widened in a silent scream as she looked up. Because Rex had left his zipper undone, she was staring directly at his massive, dark cock. It was still twitching slightly, a testant to the intensity of his release, and a thick, pearly string of sen was slowly oozing from the tip, dripping onto the dark wood of the desk just inches from her nose.
’O-oh no... he’s still... hard... and this...’ The scent of him, the heavy, musky aroma of their recent debauchery, was overwhelming in the small space.
"Rex? You’re here too?" Alexander asked, walking closer to the desk. "I didn’t realize you were assisting with the archival organization today."
Rex leaned forward, resting his arms on the desk, his eyes eting Alexander’s with perfect, calm sincerity. "Just helping her sort through so of the more..."
"..plex docunts, Alexander," Rex said, his voice smooth and entirely steady, although he was sitting re inches above a naked, trembling woman. "It’s a bit of a heavy task."
"Ah, of course," Alexander said, nodding appreciatively. "Well, don’t let interrupt the work."
’I just wanted to check the registry."
Elizabeth stared up at the underside of the desk, her eyes fixed on the pulsing, dripping monunt of Rex’s virility. She was paralyzed by a cocktail of terror and a new, even more intense brand of arousal.
The danger of being caught, the proximity of the man who had just ruined her, and the sheer, filthy audacity of the situation were driving her to the brink of madness. She watched a single drop of Rex’s sen fall from his cock and land on the desk with a tiny, silent tap, and she had to bite her own hand to keep from moaning aloud.
The tension in the room was thick enough to choke on. Alexander was standing just a few feet away, flipping through a ledger, completely oblivious to the fact that the woman he was discussing was crouching in the shadows beneath his nose, naked and trembling.
Rex, however, was feeling a surge of dark, sadistic mischief. He looked down, his eyes eting Elizabeth’s wide, terrified gaze in the dim light under the desk.
He saw the way her eyes were fixed on his dripping cock, the way her lips were parted in a silent plea for rcy. Slowly, deliberately, he reached down.
He didn’t grab her hair or her shoulder; instead, he hooked his fingers under her chin, forcing her head up so she was looking directly at the heavy, pulsing length of him. With his other hand, he pointed a single finger at the tip, where a bead of sen was still glistening.
’He’s insane... He’s absolutely fucking insane!’
’Alexander is right there! He’s talking about the registry; he’s standing right there, and Rex is... he’s commanding to... to perform for him like a common street walker!’
’If I move too fast, if the sound of my lips against his skin is too loud... oh gods, the sha is delicious.’
’But still... I have to do it. I have to obey him, or he’ll make a sound that gives us away.’
’I’ll be his silent, hidden slut right under my fiancé’s feet.’
Rex gave her a subtle, commanding nod. Submitting completely to the silent order, Elizabeth leaned forward.
She opened her mouth, her lips trembling, and began to slowly, delicately take him into her mouth. She was incredibly careful, using her tongue to swirl around the head, cleaning away the stray droplets of his release with a rhythmic, quiet suction.
"Mpphhh..." She worked with the precision of a scholar but the hunger of a woman possessed, her eyes watering slightly from the depth of him.
"Say, Rex," Alexander said, his voice casual as he leaned against the edge of the desk just inches from Elizabeth’s head. "Have you seen Elizabeth?"
"She was supposed to et here a mont ago."
Rex didn’t even flinch. He leaned back in the chair, his expression a mask of perfect, relaxed composure, even as he felt the warm, wet glide of Elizabeth’s mouth working on him.
"She stepped away for a mont," Rex said, his voice remarkably steady, though a slight, primal tension tightened his jaw as she sucked a particularly deep mouthful. "She went to the washroom to freshen up."
"You know how she is always wanting everything to be perfect."
"Ah, of course," Alexander nodded, turning his attention back to Rex.
His expression softened, becoming more earnest. "Actually, Rex, since we’re alone for a mont..."
"I wanted to thank you properly for what happened with Valentina, even though it’s been days, but still..."
Elizabeth froze mid-swallow, her eyes bulging. ’Valentina.’ The na sent a jolt of adrenaline through her.
"I’m glad that everything can go well because of you," Alexander continued, oblivious to the woman cleaning his friend’s cock beneath the wood. "She didn’t push us for anything, but I know that she tells not to do it again next ti."
"I can’t imagine if you hadn’t stepped in with that perfectly tid discussion; she might have cornered us for the entire day or even months!"
"You really saved a great deal of trouble, and you saved her from a very awkward social blunder as well." Alexander grinned. "You have a knack for reading the room."
Rex let out a breath that was almost a groan, but he masked it as a chuckle. "It was nothing, Alexander. Just a lucky discussion and so excellent mood from her."
"Nonsense," Alexander insisted. "You’ve been a godsend since you arrived."
"And... well, even after the incident with the underlayer key... I feel like a debtor to you."
"Truly, Rex, if there is anything at all you need, please don’t hesitate to ask. You’ve more than earned it."
’He’s thanking him... he’s thanking the man who is currently being licked clean by his fiancée!’
’He thinks Rex is a hero, a savior... while Rex is using like a living napkin!’
’The irony is so heavy it’s making my head spin. And the way he’s moving... oh, god, Rex, don’t push it so deep, he’ll hear the gulping!’
’But... yes... yes, keep going.’
’Suck him, Elizabeth. Be the good, silent, filthy girl he wants you to be.’
As Alexander spoke of gratitude and debt, Rex looked down at the top of Elizabeth’s head, a triumphant, predatory glint in his eyes. He felt the warmth of her mouth, the incredible skill of her tongue, and the delicious thrill of the secret they shared.
He was a hero to the man above and a master to the woman below.
Alexander let out a long, contented sigh, leaning his weight against the mahogany desk. The vibration of his movent traveled through the wood, sending a subtle tremor through Elizabeth’s jaw as she continued her rhythmic, silent service.
"But truly," Alexander continued, his voice brimming with genuine pride, "the Academy is incredibly fortunate to have her."
"Elizabeth isn’t just a scholar; she’s a force of nature. Her dedication to the archives, her intellect... it’s unparalleled."
"And on a personal note, Rex, you are a lucky man to be working so closely with her this week. Her grace and her beauty... they bring a certain light to even the most tedious tasks."
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