Chapter 45 - 43: The Temptations and Desires(r18)
Victor stood frozen for a heartbeat, his gaze locked on the glistening trail of arousal sliding down Aria’s trembling thighs. The sight of her in his oversized white shirt,the fabric smelling of his own scent and clinging to her curves ,ignited a predatory hunger in his chest. She looked fragile, broken, and utterly desperate, a combination that fueled his need for total dominance.
"What is this, Aria?" he asked, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated through the small room.
Aria’s head dropped instantly, her chin pressing against her chest as she trembled. She couldn’t meet his eyes, her face burning a deep, burning crimson. She was a mess of contradictions: the purity of the white shirt contrasted against the filth of her own lust dripping onto the hardwood floor. Without a word, Victor stepped back and closed the door with a firm thud, the click of the brass lock echoing like a gavel in a courtroom. He had her trapped.
He walked toward her with slow, deliberate strides, the sound of his boots heavy on the floor. Reaching her, he gripped her waist firmly, his fingers digging into her soft skin with a bruising intensity, and crashed his lips against hers. The kiss wasn’t an invitation; it was a claim. He devoured her mouth, his tongue forcing its way past her lips to dominate her senses. As they kissed, his hand slid down the fabric of the shirt, gliding over her stomach and diving straight between her legs.
His fingers hit a soaking wet, sloppy pussy. She was drenched, her heat radiating through his skin. He didn’t hesitate, sliding two fingers deep into her pulsing heat. Aria gasped into the kiss, her body arching, her hips instinctively grinding against his hand. Victor pulled back slightly, his eyes cold and calculating, caressing her ruffled hair while his fingers continued to stir and stretch her inside.
"What is this mess?" he murmured, his voice thick with dominance.
"It’s... it’s your fault, Master..." she whimpered, her voice shaking with a mixture of shame and longing. "I was lonely... I couldn’t stop thinking about you..."
Victor’s eyes darkened. The admission of her longing only made him want to break her further. "It seems I haven’t been paying you enough attention. Do you want to be loved, Aria? Or do you want to be used?"
"Yes... Master, please... please fuck me," she sobbed, the desperation clear in her eyes as she looked up at him, pleading for the release only he could provide.
"On your knees. Now," he commanded.
Aria dropped instantly, her knees hitting the hardwood with a dull thud. She didn’t hesitate for a second, her submission absolute. Victor reached down, grabbing her head by the hair and pulling her face flush against the heavy, throbbing bulge in his trousers. He rubbed the hard length of his cock against her cheek and lips, letting her feel the sheer size of what was about to claim her. "Do you want this?"
Aria nodded frantically, leaning in to kiss the fabric, inhaling his scent deeply, her nostrils flaring. She worshipped the very cloth that contained him.
"Take them off. Make my dick ready to fuck your holes," he ordered.
"Yes, Master," she whispered. With trembling fingers, she undid his trousers and freed his thick, pulsing cock. It sprang out, hot and rigid, the head already weeping a bead of pre-cum. Aria let out a soft moan, running her tongue along the underside of the shaft and swirling it around his balls. The scent of him acted like a drug, making her head swim with lust. She opened her mouth wide and took the entire head, then the shaft, sucking him deeply, her throat tightening around him.
As she worked on him, her own hand drifted down, her fingers finding her dripping pussy and beginning to rub herself in a frantic, messy rhythm, her clit peaking under her own touch.
Suddenly, Victor’s hand clamped onto the back of her head. He shoved himself deep into her throat, gagging her, forcing her to take every inch of his length. "Did you ask my permission to masturbate?" he growled, his voice echoing in her skull.
Aria’s eyes teared up, her face flushed and smeared with saliva. She let out a muffled, apologetic sound, her body shaking. She immediately pulled her hand away from her crotch, leaving her pussy aching and unfulfilled, to focus entirely on worshipping his cock, her tongue swirling around the head in a desperate plea for forgiveness.
"That’s enough," Victor declared. He gripped her by the neck, pulling her up with effortless strength and slamming her back against the wall. The impact knocked the breath out of her, leaving her gasping.
In one swift, powerful motion, he aligned his cock and drove it deep into her pussy.
"Oh? How did it get in so easily?" Victor noted, his voice cold yet aroused. He reached up and pinched her nipple hard through the thin shirt, twisting the flesh.
"Ough! Ouch!" Aria squeaked, her body jolting, her toes curling.
"Have you been stretching your hole without my cock?" he demanded, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. "How dare you think you can do as you please with what I own? Tell me, who owns you?"
"You... Master Victor!" she squeaked, her voice breaking into a moan as he began to pump into her. He didn’t use a gentle rhythm; he hammered into her, his hips slapping against her buttocks. She was pinned between the hard wall and his unrelenting cock, lost in total ecstasy, her mind turning to mush.
Victor didn’t let her settle. He gripped her thighs and hoisted her up into his arms, carrying her like a living fleshlight toy. He bounced her body up and down on his shaft, the wet, slapping sound of their skin meeting filling the room as he walked toward the bed. He threw her onto the mattress with a heavy thud, the white shirt riding up to her neck.
He grabbed one of her legs, hiking it high over her shoulder to open her up completely, exposing her gaping, wet entrance to the dim light of the mana lamp. He began thrusting with merciless power, his fat cock stretching her tiny hole to its absolute limit. Aria’s head tossed back, her eyes rolling upward as he pounded her deeply, hitting her cervix with every brutal stroke.
Aria’s legs shook violently, her muscles spasming. The intensity peaked, and she let out a piercing scream as she came, a powerful stream of squirt shooting across Victor’s abs, soaking him in her release. Her whole body convulsed in the throes of an intense orgasm, but Victor didn’t stop. He kept fucking her, digging his fingers into her soft hips, leaving red marks, driving himself deeper and deeper into her core.
With a final, guttural groan, Victor surged forward, burying himself to the hilt and cumming deep inside her. He felt his seed erupting in hot, thick pulses, filling her womb. Aria felt the warmth flooding her insides, the sensation overwhelming her senses. Her eyes fluttered shut in absolute comfort and exhaustion, her body finally going limp as she passed out in the afterglow.
Victor stayed there for a moment, breathing heavily, looking down at the broken, beautiful creature he had just claimed. He slowly pulled his cock out with a wet pop, leaving her pussy gaping and dripping with a mixture of her juices and his cum. He sighed, stripped off his remaining clothes, and lay beside her, pulling her unconscious body against his chest, marking her as his own.
Victor looked up at the wooden ceiling beams of the room, his mind briefly attempting to anchor itself back to logic and strategy. He had come here with a clear, cold checklist: order Aria to investigate Garrick’s whereabouts, uncover the Church’s movements, and parse out the shifting timeline of the academy.
Yet, looking down at Aria,her cheeks flushed a burning crimson, her chest heaving, and her absolute, desperate craving for him laid bare in the dim lamplight,the pragmatic calculations in his head completely evaporated.
He was human, after all. The grueling descent into the dungeon, the close brushes with fatal collapse, and the sheer mental exhaustion of managing fractured timelines had drained him to his absolute limit. He was exhausted.
Without uttering a single word about Garrick or the Church, Victor reached out, grabbed Aria by her waist, and pulled her forcefully onto the bed beside him. A soft gasp escaped her lips as he stripped away the loose shirt, gathering her bare, trembling form flush against his chest. Wrapped in her warmth and scent, Victor closed his eyes, letting the heavy, suffocating weight of sleep finally claim him.
The golden light of the morning sun broke over the spires of Oakhaven, filtering softly through the high windows of the upper suite.
In the primary room, Lyra’s silver eyes snapped open.
Instantly, her hand shot out toward the side of the bed, searching for the familiar, cold presence of her master. Her fingers met only empty, cooled bedsheets.
Lyra sat up in a flash, her heart plummeting into a sudden spike of sheer panic. Her mana was still terribly depleted, her body aching from exhaustion, but adrenaline flooded her veins like ice water. He was gone.
Ignoring her lingering weakness, she swung her legs over the bed, drew her silver rapier in a single fluid motion, and yanked open the door to the hallway. Her icy gaze darted wildly across the silent corridor, her breathing short and ragged as she rushed down the hall to find Victor.