The Academy's NTR Villain

The silver engagement ring rested cold and solitary on the dark granite altar.

Celestia didn’t look back at it. Her bare hand stayed locked in mine. Her pulse hammered wildly against my palm. The faint green moss-light cast long, soft shadows across the ancient stone chamber. Fine dust floated in the quiet, heavy air.

She stepped closer until her chest pressed against my black blazer.

"My hands are shaking," she whispered. Her voice was low and breathless in the vast cavern.

"That’s adrenaline," I told her softly. I took her other hand and pulled off her second white leather glove. I dropped it onto the dust beside the first. "And choice."

She let out a small, trembling breath that sounded like a quiet surrender.

I reached up and cupped her face with my bare hands. Her skin was warm. Soft. Slightly damp from the dungeon humidity. I rubbed my thumbs over her high cheekbones, wiping away the faint streak of grey stone dust near her left ear.

Celestia leaned into my touch. Her eyes closed for a long second. A shudder ran through her shoulders.

"No one has ever touched my face like this," she murmured. Her eyelids fluttered open slowly. "Not my father. Not Lucien. They only touch my hand when bowing at formal receptions."

I didn’t offer a speech. I leaned down and brought my lips against hers.

The kiss started slow. Deep. Dominant.

Celestia shivered from her head to her heels. Her lips parted instantly under mine. Soft and warm. Welcoming me without a second of hesitation. Her hands came up. Her fingers slid over my shoulders and gripped the collar of my blazer like she was anchoring herself in a storm.

I deepened the kiss. Taking full possession of her mouth. A low, needy hum vibrated deep in her throat.

When I pulled back slightly, her breath came out in short, ragged hitches. Her violet-blue eyes were dark. Dilated. Filled with complete vulnerability.

I reached for the brass buttons of her dark blue wool blazer.

One by one, I unfastened them with steady fingers. Celestia stayed completely still. Her eyes locked onto mine as I slid the heavy blazer off her shoulders and let it drop onto the stone altar behind her.

Next came her white linen blouse.

I unfastened the collar. Revealing the pale line of her throat and her delicate collarbones. Her porcelain skin flushed with a deep, rising pink heat as the cool dungeon air touched her bare shoulders.

"Are you cold?" I asked. My voice stayed low and steady.

"No," she whispered. Her hands reached out to unbutton my black blazer in return. Her fingers trembled against the cloth. But she didn’t stop until my blazer was open. "I’m burning up."

I slid my hands around her slender waist. Feeling the soft curve of her hips through her pleated skirt. I unlatched the silver side buckle of her skirt and let the heavy navy fabric fall to her ankles. She stepped out of her leather boots one by one. Leaving her standing in the dim moss-light in her soft inner garments.

She looked breathtaking. Pure. Refined. Entirely exposed to the dark room.

I lifted her by her waist and set her down onto the edge of the smooth granite altar. Right beside her discarded engagement ring.

Celestia let out a soft gasp as her bare thighs touched the cool stone. She leaned back against her hands. Her pastel-blue hair spreading across the dark granite like a silk curtain.

I stepped between her knees. Looking down at her in the faint green light.

"Look at me," I commanded. My voice dark and firm.

She raised her violet-blue eyes to mine. Her breathing heavy and uneven.

"You chose this," I told her plainly. "Once we cross this line, House Raine’s perfect trophy disappears."

"I chose you," she whispered back. Her voice trembling with absolute conviction. "I don’t want to be a trophy anymore."

I reached out. Cupped her neck. And pulled her body against mine.

I kissed her hard again while my hands moved. I unhooked her thin silk bra and pulled it off. Her full, pale breasts spilled free. Soft. Firm. Pink nipples already tight from the cool air and her rising heat.

I pushed her down onto her back on the altar. Her head rested only inches from the silver ring.

I yanked her last silk undergarment down her legs and tossed it aside.

Her pink virgin pussy was bare. Swollen. Glistening with thick wetness that already coated her inner thighs.

I freed my cock. Thick. Hard. Dark. And pressed the broad head right against her wet folds.

Celestia’s body jolted.

"Leo..."

"Keep looking at me," I said.

I held her hips and pushed forward in one long, steady drive.

Her tight virgin walls stretched open around me. Resistance gave way with a wet, tearing feel. I sank deeper. And deeper. Until my entire cock was buried inside her.

AHHHH!

Celestia’s sharp cry of pain and pleasure ripped through the chamber.

A thin line of maiden blood mixed with her juices and ran down her thigh onto the cold granite.

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Up in the high, dark archway alcove twenty paces above the chamber floor, Prince Lucien Ardent stood in the shadows.

He had found the narrow secondary maintenance passage leading around the rockfall. Expecting to scout the room below and call out to his fiancée.

Instead, his eyes fell upon the stone altar below.

Lucien froze.

His golden sword slipped an inch in his gloved hand. His breath caught in his throat as his eyes widened in absolute, catastrophic horror.

Down on the chamber floor, his pure, promised fiancée lay completely naked on the altar next to her discarded silver engagement ring. Her pale legs were spread wide around Leo Vance’s hips.

Lucien watched as Leo’s thick cock forced its way through Celestia’s maiden barrier in one continuous push.

AHHHH!

Her sharp cry echoed off the ancient stone walls. Bouncing right up into the dark archway where Lucien stood hidden.

Lucien’s jaw trembled. Color drained from his face until he looked like a corpse.

He couldn’t move. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t draw his sword.

Everything he had believed about his future shattered in a single instant.

He stood frozen in the high dark archway. His gloved hand clutching the cold iron gallery rail. Watching the total defilement of his promised wife with wide, devastated eyes.

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Down below, I stayed buried deep inside her.

Celestia’s virgin cunt clamped around my cock like a fist. Fluttering. Pulsing. Trying to adjust to the thick size that had just broken her open.

"Ah... Leo... it’s so big..." she sobbed. Her fingers dug hard into my arms. "It hurts... but it feels so full..."

"Breathe," I told her. My voice stayed low. "Your cunt is stretching for me. Feel it."

I stayed still for several long seconds. Letting her tight walls soften around the full length of my cock. Her high-tier Arcane mana flared hard. Pure. Concentrated. Ancient. It bled straight into my core through the place where we were joined. Mixing with the Ice mana from Elara. Creating a heavy, surging pressure under my ribs.

Then I pulled back until only the head stayed inside her. And slammed forward hard.

PLAP!

"AHH!" Celestia cried out. Her back arched off the stone.

I did it again.

PLAP!

And again.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

The wet, filthy sound of her freshly broken pussy taking my cock filled the entire chamber. Her juices and the thin trail of blood made every thrust slick and loud.

I gripped her hips and started fucking her in steady, heavy strokes. Deep. Hard. Unrelenting.

"Leo! Ah... Leo!" she moaned. Her pastel-blue hair spread wild across the dark granite. Her full breasts bounced with every impact.

"This is what you chose," I said. "Lucien’s perfect fiancée. Getting her virgin cunt stretched open on a dungeon altar."

"Yes," she sobbed. Tears of pure feeling gathered at the corners of her eyes. "I chose this. I chose you. Fuck me. Take it all."

I fucked her harder.

The wet slap of skin on skin grew louder. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Her tight walls gripped and dragged along my shaft with every thrust. Clear fluid leaked out around my cock and ran down the side of the altar.

High above, Lucien’s breathing turned ragged and silent. His knuckles turned white on the iron rail. He watched every single deep thrust. He watched his fiancée’s body rock on the stone. He watched the place where my thick cock disappeared into the girl who was supposed to be his.

I pulled out completely.

Celestia whimpered at the sudden empty feeling. A thick string of her juices and blood stretched from her stretched pink hole to the tip of my cock before it snapped.

I flipped her onto her stomach. Her cheek pressed against the cold granite. Right next to the forgotten silver ring. I yanked her hips up high until her ass was in the air. Her used, dripping cunt faced me completely open.

I lined up and drove back in hard.

PLAP!

"Leo!" she screamed into the stone.

I grabbed her waist and started pounding her from behind. Hard. Deep. Fast.

Every thrust pushed her body forward on the altar. Her soft breasts dragged against the rough granite. Her broken moans turned into loud, continuous cries that filled the cavern.

"Your pussy is so fucking tight," I growled. "Still gripping me like it doesn’t want to let go. Even after I broke it open."

"Don’t stop," she cried. "Please don’t stop. It hurts so good. Your cock is so deep inside me..."

I reached under her and rubbed her swollen clit roughly while I kept fucking her.

Celestia’s whole body jerked hard.

"Ah! Leo! That’s... that’s too much... I’m going to..."

"Cum," I ordered. "Cum on the cock that claimed you."

She came hard.

Her walls locked down tight around my shaft and pulsed in strong, wet waves. Clear fluid gushed out around my cock and soaked my balls. She screamed my name into the stone while her body shook and twitched on the altar.

I didn’t stop.

I fucked her straight through the orgasm. Harder. Deeper. The wet, filthy sounds got even louder.

I pulled out again. Turned her onto her back once more. Pushed her knees up high against her chest. And slammed my cock back into her dripping hole in one heavy thrust.

"Look at me while I fuck you," I said.

Her violet-blue eyes locked onto mine. Glazed. Lost. Completely open.

I started moving again. Long. Deep. Relentless strokes that made her whole body rock on the cold stone.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"This cunt belongs to me now," I told her. "Not Lucien. Not House Raine. Not the empire. Me."

"Yes," she sobbed. "Yours. Only yours. Fuck me. Fill me. Please..."

I leaned down and kissed her hard while I kept thrusting. Her tongue met mine desperately. Her moans poured straight into my mouth.

The altar shook under us. Her juices made everything wet and loud. The smell of sex filled the moss-lit chamber.

"I’m going to cum inside you," I said against her lips. "I’m going to pump your virgin womb full while your fiancé watches from the dark."

Celestia’s eyes widened. Then her pussy clenched hard around me.

"Do it," she whispered. "Do it. Breed me. Make me yours completely."

I slammed in as deep as I could go and unloaded.

Thick ropes of cum flooded her tight channel. I kept thrusting through it. Forcing every drop deeper into her. Her walls milked me greedily. Pulling more out of me with every strong pulse.

Celestia came again at the same time. A long, broken scream tore from her throat as her body arched hard off the stone. Her cunt squeezed and spasmed around my cock. Sucking the last of my seed into her.

When it finally stopped, I stayed buried inside her.

Her body kept twitching under me. Thick white cum mixed with her juices and the last traces of maiden blood and slowly leaked out around my shaft. Running down the curve of her ass and onto the cold granite.

Celestia looked up into my face. Her violet-blue eyes shining with tears of relief and deep, unshakeable devotion. She reached up with both hands. Cupped the back of my neck. And pulled me down into another long, desperate kiss.

"Take everything," she whispered against my lips. Her voice trembling with complete surrender. "I am yours now, Leo. Only yours."

High above in the dark archway, Prince Lucien Ardent still stood frozen.

His golden sword hung forgotten at his side. His face was the color of ash. His eyes stayed locked on the scene below. Watching the thick white cum slowly drip from the used, claimed pussy of the girl who was supposed to be his wife.

He couldn’t move.

He couldn’t look away.

He could only watch.

The engagement ring sat forgotten behind her head on the cold stone. Reflecting the dim green moss-light of Floor Twelve as the last walls between us dissolved completely into the dark.