The next morning, the sun rose over the spires of Aethelgard with a deceptive sense of order and tranquility. For Elizabeth, however, the day felt heavy with the weight of her secret.
Every ti she caught Alexander’s eye in the hallway or heard his gentle, unsuspecting voice, a jolt of adrenaline and a shaful, pulsing heat shot through her. She was playing a part, the perfect scholar, the poised fiancée, all while the mory of Rex’s cock in her mouth and the scent of him on her skin lingered like a ghost.
The teaching session with the reincarnators had been long and ntally taxing. Elizabeth had stood at the front of the lecture hall, her voice steady as she navigated the complex taphysical theories required for their training, but her mind was a traitor.
Every ti a student shifted in their seat or a heavy book closed, her heart leaped into her throat, fearing the world was about to find out what she truly was.
As the session finally concluded and the students filed out, leaving the hall in a dusty, quiet hush, Elizabeth let out a long, weary sigh. She began to gather her parchnts, her hands still trembling slightly from the effort of maintaining her "professor" persona.
"A masterful lecture as usual, sugarplum. Truly," Alexander said, walking up to her with a bright, proud smile.
He leaned in to give her a kiss but changed his mind and opted for a hug instead, as he felt so resistance when attempting to kiss her, which was a gesture of pure, innocent affection. "You have a way of making even the most complex concepts seem... accessible."
"The students are lucky to have you."
"Thank you, Alexander," she replied, forcing a soft, graceful smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "It was... a productive session."
"Well, don’t work too hard now. I have a few administrative etings to attend to," he said, squeezing her hand before turning to head toward the faculty wing.
Elizabeth watched him go, feeling a strange sense of emptiness. ’Alexander...’
She needed to breathe. She needed to step away from the expectations, the titles, and the constant, terrifying performance.
She stepped out of the lecture hall and into the sun-drenched corridor, intending to head toward the gardens for a mont of solitude. But as she turned the corner, her breath hitched.
Standing there, leaning casually against a stone pillar with a look of predatory patience, was Rex. He wasn’t dressed in the formal attire of an assistant; he looked rugged, his presence a stark, masculine contrast to the refined elegance of the academy halls.
"Yo." His eyes locked onto hers instantly, dark and brimming with a silent, knowing hunger.
"Rex!" she whispered, her voice a frantic mix of surprise and a sudden, desperate longing.
She looked around the corridor, terrified that soone might see her standing so close. "What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in the archives?"
Rex didn’t answer imdiately. He simply stepped closer, invading her personal space until she could feel the heat radiating from his muscular fra. He leaned down, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that sent a shiver straight down her spine.
"The archives are too quiet today," he murmured, his gaze dropping to her lips. "And I’ve been thinking about you since yesterday..."
"About how much you liked being a ’ss’ on that desk."
Elizabeth felt her face flush a deep crimson. "Rex, please... not here... Soone will see."
"That’s the point, isn’t it?" He grinned, a slow, dangerous expression.
He leaned in even closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Tell , Professor... is there an unused classroom nearby?"
"Sowhere we can go where the doors lock and where no one, not even your precious Alexander, will interrupt us while we fuck?"
’He’s doing it again. He’s pushing the boundaries, testing the very limits of my sanity.’
’He wants to take right here, in the heart of the academy, where the very walls seem to listen to our sins.’
’And the most terrifying part... the most shaful, wonderful part... is that the thought of it makes my knees weak.’
’I want to say no... I should say no...’
’But all my body wants to do is find a key, lock a door, and let him ruin all over again.’
She looked into his eyes, seeing the raw, unadulterated lust there, and she knew she was lost. "Uh... mmmhh..."
"The old West Wing," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "The lecture hall for the junior acolytes is empty this hour."
"Follow ... and please, Rex... be quiet."
Rex’s grin widened, a triumphant, predatory glint in his eyes. "Quiet? For you, Elizabeth? We’ll see about that."
...
The heavy, oak door of the junior acolytes’ classroom had barely clicked shut before Rex had her pinned against it. There was no slow buildup, no gentle teasing; there was only the frantic, starving need that had been building between them since the mont they locked eyes in the corridor.
Minutes later, the rhythmic, wet slapping of skin on skin shattered the quiet of the dusty room.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Rex had hoisted Elizabeth up, her legs wrapped tightly around his thick waist and her back pressed against the hard wood of the door. He held her weight with effortless, muscular strength, his large hands gripping her thighs to keep her anchored as he drove into her with punishing, relentless force.
They were locked in a feverish kiss, their tongues tangling with a desperate hunger, as if they were trying to breathe each other in. Every ti he thrust deep, Elizabeth’s head tossed back, her muffled moans lost against his lips, her entire body vibrating with the sheer intensity of the friction.
"Mppphhhh~! Nrrrgghhhh! Slurrrppppp~!"
But just as the sensation began to peak, just as Elizabeth felt the familiar, overwhelming wave of a climax beginning to crest, Rex pulled back slightly. He didn’t slow down, but he shifted the angle, turning the pleasure into sothing more teasing, more agonizingly intense.
"Look at you," Rex growled against her neck, his voice a low, vibrating rasp that made her toes curl.
He didn’t let her find her rhythm; he kept her on the edge, hovering just above the precipice. "The prestigious Professor Elizabeth, the jewel of the academy... and here you are, getting fucked like a common slut in a dusty, unused classroom."
"Rex... nngh!... please..." she whimpered, her fingers digging into his broad shoulders, her eyes clouded with a desperate, pleading lust. "Don’t... ah!... Don’t tease ... just... just finish!"
"Finish? Why would I finish so soon?" Rex chuckled, a dark, mocking sound.
PLAP!
He delivered a particularly deep, jarring thrust that made her vision swim. "You love this, don’t you?"
"You love the filth of it... You love knowing that just a few hallways away, your students are studying ancient history, while you’re here, being used by a man who doesn’t give a damn about your titles."
"You’re nothing but a hole for in this room, Elizabeth... A beautiful, lewd, desperate little hole."
’He’s so cruel! He’s holding right on the edge, letting the pleasure build until it feels like my heart might explode, and then he uses those filthy words to pull back!’
’He’s calling a slut... he’s mocking my position... and god, it’s making it so much harder to hold on!’
’Every insult is like a spark to a fuse... He’s right... I am a ss.’
’I’m a slut in a classroom, and the sheer, terrifying risk of it is making crave him even more.’
’Please, Rex... don’t stop... but don’t let go...’
"You’re so fucking shaless," Rex continued, his pace increasing, though he kept his movents calculated to keep her hovering in that exquisite state of near orgasm. "You didn’t even wait for a private chamber."
"You just wanted to be taken right here, where the shadows can hide your sha."
"You’re a glutton for this, aren’t you? A hungry, unrefined bitch who can’t wait to get her legs wrapped around a real man."
"Yes! Haaa... yes!" Elizabeth cried out, her voice a broken, lodic sob of pleasure.
She buried her face in the crook of his neck, her breath hot and ragged. "I am! Ngh!... Call whatever you want! Just... ah!... Please don’t stop... Keep fucking like that! Mmmgh!"
Rex grinned, feeling the frantic pulse of her internal muscles gripping him, sensing how close she was to breaking. He leaned in, his teeth grazing her earlobe.
"Not yet, Elizabeth. We’re just getting started."
"You’re going to take every bit of this, and you’re going to thank for the disrespect."
The friction was becoming unbearable, a delicious torture that had Elizabeth teetering on the razor’s edge of a screaming climax. Her head was thrown back, her eyes rolled into her head, and her entire being was focused on the rhythmic, heavy pounding of Rex’s hips against hers. She was lost in the sensation, a primal, unthinking creature of pure lust.
Suddenly, Rex’s eyes sharpened. His gaze drifted toward the high, narrow window of the classroom, and a flash of his uncanny foresight flickered through his mind: a vision of a familiar, steady gait approaching the corridor.
Alexander.
"Shit," Rex hissed under his breath, his voice a sharp contrast to the heavy, wet sounds of their union. "Wait..."
’This is fucking good, actually...!’
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