The Academy's NTR Villain

For a long minute neither of us moved.

Elara lay on her side facing the wall, white hair stuck to her sweaty neck, legs still weakly open. Thick cum slowly leaked from her used hole and ran down the inside of her thigh onto the ruined sheets. My cock stayed hard and wet against my stomach. The denser pulse under my ribs felt warmer than it had all night. Still early-stage. Still locked. But clearer.

She tried to push herself up once. Her arms shook. She got halfway and stopped.

"I should go," she whispered. Voice rough. "Before someone notices."

I didn’t answer. I just watched her.

She stayed there on her elbows for another few seconds, breathing hard. Then she looked back over her shoulder. Golden eyes dropped to my cock. Her lips parted. The cold Duke’s daughter face was completely gone. Only heat and shame and something that looked almost like surrender stayed.

She didn’t leave.

I sat up, reached for her hip, and pulled her closer across the messy sheets.

"You said you needed it," I told her. "So you’re going to take more."

I rubbed the thick head of my cock up and down her dripping, used hole. She didn’t close her legs. She didn’t push me away. Her pink pussy looked swollen and open, still twitching a little from everything before. Cum and her own clear fluid already coated the inside of her thighs in sticky lines.

I pushed the head back inside her. Her used pussy stretched open around me with almost no resistance this time. Hot. Wet. Soft. I kept pushing slowly until every thick inch was buried again and my hips pressed tight against her soft ass.

She let out a long broken moan. Her walls fluttered around me right away.

I didn’t give her time to adjust. I started fucking her hard and deep from the start. The wet filthy sound of her creamy cunt taking me filled the small room again. Clear fluid and leftover cum leaked out around my cock with every thrust and soaked the sheets under us even more. I grabbed her ankles, pushed her legs wide and high, and drove in deep enough to make her cry out.

"Still so greedy," I said. "Even after I already filled you once your cunt is sucking me back in like it never got enough."

"Leo... ah... it’s too much..."

"It’s not enough yet."

I kept slamming into her. The bed creaked loud under us. Her white hair spread across the pillow. Soft broken cries spilled out of her every time I bottomed out. Her full breasts bounced hard with every impact. I leaned down, took one pink nipple into my mouth, and sucked hard while I fucked her without slowing down. Then I switched to the other breast and bit the nipple just enough to make her jolt.

Something shifted in her.

Her hands grabbed the sheets tighter. Her golden eyes stayed open even while her body shook. The rough grip on her ankles, the way I forced her legs wider, the sharp bite on her nipple — all of it made her walls squeeze harder around me.

(Why does this feel good?)

The thought hit her hard and dirty. She hated it. She was the Duke’s daughter. Rank 1. Perfect posture. Cold eyes in every class. Caelum’s fiancée. She should hate being forced open like this. She should push him off and leave.

But every time he held her down and used her without asking, the heat between her legs got worse. The shame burned. And under the shame something else burned hotter. Something she had never let herself feel before tonight.

I pulled her up onto her hands and knees without taking my cock out. I grabbed both of her full breasts from behind, squeezed them hard, and used them as handles while I pounded her. Her heavy tits filled my hands completely. I pinched the nipples and pulled them while my hips slammed against her soft ass over and over.

"Your proud Duke’s daughter pussy was made to take cock like this," I said against her ear. "Look how wet you stay even after coming so many times already."

I reached down with one hand and rubbed her swollen clit in fast tight circles while I kept fucking her deep. The wet sound grew louder and filthier. Clear fluid ran down the inside of her thighs and dripped onto the sheets.

She came hard again. Her whole body locked up. Her pussy clamped down and pulsed around my cock while more fluid gushed out and soaked my balls. I didn’t stop. I fucked her straight through the orgasm, holding her hips in place when she tried to pull forward, until she was shaking and her arms almost gave out under her.

"Leo—please—I can’t—"

"You can. And you will."

I pulled out, stood up beside the bed, and grabbed a handful of her white hair.

"On your knees."

She slid off the bed onto the floor. Golden eyes looked up at me, glassy and wet. Her face was red. Spit and earlier tears already marked her cheeks. I rubbed the head of my cock—still wet with her juices and my earlier cum—against her soft lips, smearing the mess across them.

"Open."

She opened her mouth. I pushed in deep. Her warm tongue pressed against the underside of my cock as I slid toward the back of her throat. I held her head with both hands and started fucking her mouth with steady deep strokes. Wet gagging sounds filled the room. Spit ran down her chin in thick lines and dripped onto her full breasts, making them shine.

"Look at me while you suck it," I said.

Her golden eyes stayed locked on mine even while fresh tears gathered at the corners. I pushed deeper until her nose pressed against my stomach, held it there for several long seconds while her throat squeezed around me, then pulled back just enough for her to gasp a breath before pushing in again. She took it. Her hands rested on my thighs, fingers digging in a little, but she never pushed me away.

(Why does it feel this good when he forces on me?)

The question kept circling in her head while spit ran down her chin. When he pulled her hair and used her mouth like it belonged to him, the shame should have killed the heat. Instead the heat got stronger. Every time he held her still and made her take it, something deep in her chest cracked open wider. She hated the feeling. She also needed it. The proud part of her wanted to fight. The new part wanted him to keep going until she could not think about being Duke’s daughter or Rank 1 or Caelum’s fiancée anymore.

I fucked her mouth for a long time. Spit covered my cock completely and ran down her chest in shiny trails. Her lips stayed stretched wide around the thick shaft. Every time I pushed deep she made a choked wet sound that made my cock throb harder inside her throat. I pulled almost all the way out, let her tongue swirl around the head, then slammed back in to the root again and again.

When I finally pulled out, a thick string of spit connected her swollen lips to the head of my cock. She was breathing hard, face completely red, eyes watery, spit dripping from her chin onto her tits.

I pulled her up by the hair, turned her around, and bent her over the edge of the bed. I spread her soft ass cheeks with both hands and stared at her used, dripping hole. Pink. Swollen. Still leaking my earlier cum in slow sticky strands.

I pushed back inside her in one long hard thrust.

She cried out loud. I started fucking her hard from behind, one hand on the back of her neck, holding her face down against the sheets. The wet slap of skin on skin was loud and filthy. Her full breasts were pressed flat against the bed and bounced with every deep thrust. Clear fluid and cum leaked out around my cock and ran down her thighs onto the floor in small puddles.

"This is what you came back for," I said. "Not soft words. Not your perfect fiancé waiting in his own room. Just a thick cock stretching your greedy cunt open until you can’t think about anything else."

"Yes—ah—fuck—yes—"

I reached under her and rubbed her swollen clit hard while I pounded her without mercy. She came again almost immediately, body shaking hard, pussy squeezing tight around me. I kept going. Her legs trembled. More clear fluid ran down the inside of her thighs and dripped onto the floor in steady drops. I slapped her ass once, hard enough to leave a red mark, then grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto every thrust.

The slap made her jolt. A broken sound left her throat that was half moan and half something else.

She twisted her head enough to look back at me. Golden eyes wet and wide. Face red. White hair stuck to her cheeks.

"Harder," she said. Voice rough and shaky. "Do it harder. Pull my hair. Force me. Treat me like that again."

I stopped for half a second.

She didn’t look away.

"I hate that it feels good," she whispered, still looking at me. "When you hold me down. When you make me take it. When you talk like I am just a hole for you. It should feel wrong. It does feel wrong. But my body... it gets so wet when you force me. Why does it feel good? Why do I want you to keep doing it?"

The words came out messy and angry and honest at the same time. The proud mask was gone. The Duke’s daughter was still there, but something under it had cracked open and she could not close it again.

I grabbed a thick handful of her white hair, pulled her head back hard, and slammed into her deeper than before.

"Because this is what your body really wants," I said against her ear. "Not soft. Not careful. Just used until you can’t pretend anymore."

She moaned loud. Her walls clamped down around me so tight it almost hurt. I kept fucking her hard, hair pulled tight, one hand still on the back of her neck, forcing her face down into the sheets every time she tried to lift up. The wet sound of her creamy cunt taking me filled the whole room.

She came again, harder than any time before. Her whole body shook. Clear fluid gushed out around my cock and ran down her thighs in thick streams. I didn’t stop. I fucked her straight through it, pulling her hair and holding her down, until her arms gave out completely and she collapsed flat against the bed.

I followed her down, still buried deep, and kept thrusting into her from above while my weight pressed her into the mattress. Her face was turned to the side, mouth open, soft broken moans spilling out with every impact.

When her body started going soft again I pulled out, sat on the edge of the bed, and dragged her onto my lap so her back was against my chest. I spread her legs wide open with my hands on her inner thighs and pushed my cock back up into her from below in one smooth motion.

This position let me go deep while I could see everything. Her full breasts rising and falling fast. Her open pink pussy stretched wide around my thick shaft. The wet mess of cum and juices coating both of us and dripping down onto the floor.

I started thrusting up into her hard and steady. One hand stayed on her thigh, keeping her legs spread as wide as they would go. The other hand reached around and rubbed her swollen clit in tight fast circles.

"Watch," I said against her ear. "Watch how your proud cunt swallows every inch. Watch how wet and messy you get when I use you like this."

She looked down. Her golden eyes stayed on the place where my cock disappeared inside her over and over. Soft broken moans spilled out of her with every upward thrust. Her walls squeezed tighter around me. Clear fluid kept leaking out around the base of my shaft and running down onto my balls in sticky lines.

I fucked her like that for a long time. Deep. Steady. Filthy. Her body bounced on my cock. Her breasts swayed and jiggled with every thrust. I pinched one nipple hard while I kept rubbing her clit and driving up into her. The wet sound of her creamy pussy taking me filled the whole room.

She came again, harder than before. Her head fell back against my shoulder. A long helpless cry left her throat. Her pussy pulsed and milked me hard while more fluid gushed out and soaked both of us. I kept thrusting through it, not giving her a single second of rest, until she was shaking so hard I had to hold her up with both arms.

When her body finally started to go soft and heavy against me, I lifted her off my cock, turned her around so she faced me on my lap, and pushed back inside her while she straddled me. Her arms wrapped weakly around my neck. I grabbed her soft ass with both hands and bounced her on my cock hard and fast. Her full breasts pressed against my chest. Her face stayed close to mine. Golden eyes half-closed and glassy.

"You’re going to take every drop again," I said. "And this time you’re going to look at me the whole time I fill you."

I fucked her deep and hard from below. Her golden eyes stayed locked on mine. Tears of pleasure and shame ran from the corners. Her mouth stayed open. Soft cries came out with every thrust. Her walls fluttered and squeezed around me without stopping.

"Who does this cunt belong to right now?"

"You—" she gasped.

"Louder."

"You! It belongs to you!"

I buried myself as deep as possible and came hard. Thick hot ropes of cum flooded her already full womb in strong pulses. I kept grinding through every spurt, forcing every drop deep while she moaned and clenched around me. Her eyes never left mine. Her arms stayed wrapped around my neck even while her body shook.

When the last pulse finished I stayed buried inside her, breathing hard. Her pussy lightly squeezed and fluttered around my cock as if it still wanted more even after everything.

I slowly pulled out.

A thick river of mixed cum immediately spilled from her used red hole and ran down onto my lap and the ruined sheets in long sticky strands. Her legs stayed open. Her whole body twitched with small aftershocks. She collapsed forward against my chest, face buried against my neck, breathing hard and uneven.

I wrapped one arm around her back and held her there for a while. The room smelled heavy with sex. Outside the window the academy night was still quiet. No footsteps. No voices. Just the two of us and the mess we made.

Elara didn’t move for a long time. Her breathing slowly calmed. Cum kept slowly leaking out of her onto me. After a while her fingers shifted against my shoulder. She didn’t pull away.

"I still hate how much I need this," she whispered against my neck. Voice quiet. Rough. Almost soft. "When you force me... when you pull my hair and talk like that... it feels better than anything I ever let myself want. But I can’t stop coming back."

I didn’t answer right away. The denser pulse under my ribs felt warmer and clearer than it had all night. Still early-stage. Still locked. But stronger after everything we did.

She didn’t get up. She stayed on my lap with my cum leaking out of her, white hair stuck to her sweaty neck and back, golden eyes half-closed. The cold Duke’s daughter face from the practice field was completely gone. The crack in the wall stayed open longer this time. Longer than any night before.

Outside, the formal dinner talk and the Emperor’s health and the residual list all waited for morning.

Inside the small dorm room, Elara Snowveil stayed.