The Academy's NTR Villain

I had already turned the lamp low and stretched out on the bed when the quiet broke.

Three soft taps hit the door.

Not loud. Not hurried. The same rhythm she used before.

I sat up slow, crossed the short space, and opened it.

Elara stood in the hallway with her white hair down and her uniform still neat. Golden eyes met mine. No cold public mask. Just heat and something tighter underneath it that she could not hide.

She stepped past me without waiting. Closed the door. Locked it herself. Then she stood in the middle of the room and looked at the bed like it had already decided for her.

Her voice stayed low and sharp. "I tried. I really tried to stay away."

I leaned against the wall and watched her.

"He told me he is satisfied no need for more video" I said.

"I know what he thinks." She started unbuttoning her blazer with quick angry fingers.

"He still looks at me like nothing changed. He still believes my heart is only his." The blazer hit the floor. Shirt followed. "My body does not care what he believes."

Bra came off next. Her full breasts spilled free, pink nipples already tight from the cool air. She pushed the skirt and panties down together and stepped out of them. Naked in the middle of my room again. White hair. Soft hips. Between her legs her pink pussy already looked wet and swollen.

She glared at me like it was my fault.

"Last chance to send me back," she said.

I walked to her, grabbed a handful of white hair, and pulled her head back so she had to look up.

"You came here on your own again. No order from him. Just your cunt needing to be filled."

Her breath caught. I kissed her hard. She kissed back harder, almost biting. Her tongue pushed against mine. A small wet sound left her throat. My free hand slid straight between her legs.

Soaked.

I pushed two fingers deep into her tight pussy. She moaned into my mouth. Her walls clenched right away. I curled the fingers and rubbed the soft spot inside while my thumb pressed firm circles on her swollen clit. Wet sounds filled the quiet room. Her hips started moving against my hand even while she tried to stay angry.

I pulled my fingers out, turned her around, and pushed her toward the bed. She landed on her back. I climbed over her, pushed her thighs wide, and stared down at her open pink hole.

"Look at you," I said. "Duke’s daughter. Perfect posture in every class. Cold eyes on the practice field. And here you are spreading your legs the second the door closes."

I lowered my head and licked a long slow stripe up her dripping slit. She jerked. I did it again, slower, then sucked her swollen clit into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue. Two fingers slid back inside her and started pumping hard. Wet, filthy sounds. Clear fluid coated my fingers and ran down my wrist. Her hands grabbed the sheets. Her full breasts rose and fell fast.

"Leo—ah—don’t stop—"

I kept licking and sucking and finger-fucking her until her thighs shook hard. Then I stopped just before she could come, wiped my mouth on the inside of her thigh, and stood up. I stripped fast. My cock sprang free, thick and hard, already leaking clear fluid at the tip.

Elara’s golden eyes locked on it. Hungry and angry at the same time.

I climbed back on the bed, knelt between her open legs, and rubbed the fat head up and down her wet slit, coating it until it shone. Then I pushed in.

Slow at first. Her tight pussy stretched around the head, then the thick shaft. Hotter and wetter than the last time. I kept pushing until every inch was buried and my hips pressed tight against her soft ass.

"Full... so full..." she gasped.

I stayed still for a long moment, feeling her walls flutter and squeeze around me like they were trying to milk me already. Then I started moving. Deep, steady thrusts that bottomed out every time. The wet slap of skin filled the room. Her heavy breasts bounced hard with every impact. I leaned down, grabbed both of them, squeezed hard, and pinched the nipples while I fucked her.

"Your perfect fiancé thinks this is over," I said against her ear. "Meanwhile his woman is under me with her legs spread, taking every thick inch like a needy slut who can’t live without cock."

"Shut... up... ah—"

I fucked her harder. The bed creaked. Clear fluid leaked out around my cock and soaked the sheets under her ass. I pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in deep enough to make her cry out. Her mouth stayed open. Soft broken moans spilled out with every thrust.

I flipped her onto her side without pulling out, lifted one of her legs high against my chest, and drove back in from a new angle. Deeper. Her pussy clenched hard around me. I reached around and rubbed her clit in tight fast circles while I pounded her without mercy.

She came the first time with a choked cry. Her whole body locked up. Her pussy pulsed and milked my cock hard while more clear fluid gushed out and ran down her thigh. I kept thrusting through it, not slowing down even a little, until she was shaking and trying to push at my hip with a weak hand.

"Too much—Leo—please—"

I ignored her and kept fucking. The wet sound grew louder and filthier. Her walls stayed tight and fluttering even after the orgasm. I pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, dragged her hips up high, and slammed back into her from behind. New angle. Even deeper. I grabbed a big handful of white hair and pulled her head back hard so her back arched and her full breasts hung heavy under her.

"You stayed away for days," I said, slamming into her. "And the second you walked through that door your cunt was already dripping for me. Say it. Say why you came back."

"I... I couldn’t—ah—stay away—"

"Louder. Say the real reason."

"I needed your cock!" The words came out broken and angry and desperate. "I hated the empty feeling. I hated waking up without you stretching me open. I needed it. I needed you to fill me again until I couldn’t think!"

I fucked her harder for that. The wet slap of my hips against her soft ass filled the whole room. Her full breasts swung under her with every deep thrust. I reached under and pinched both nipples hard while I kept pounding her used hole.

She came a second time, harder than the first. Her arms gave out. She dropped face-first into the pillow, ass still up, pussy twitching wildly around my cock. Clear fluid ran down the inside of her thighs. I held her hips in place and kept going, fucking her through the whole orgasm until her legs started to shake too much to hold her up.

I pulled out, rolled onto my back, and dragged her on top of me by the hips.

"Ride it. Show me how much you need it."

She glared at me through messy white hair and glassy golden eyes, but she straddled me, grabbed my thick cock with both hands, and sank down. Every inch disappeared into her used hole until her soft ass rested against my hips. She started moving, bouncing on my cock, full breasts bouncing hard right in front of my face. I grabbed her hips and controlled the pace, forcing her down harder and deeper every time she tried to go soft or slow.

"Look at yourself," I said. "Duke’s daughter riding a countryside baron’s cock like a cheap whore who can’t get enough. What would Caelum do if he saw how greedy and wet his fiancée’s pussy is right now? How she comes back on her own just to get filled?"

She moaned and kept bouncing. Her walls squeezed tighter. I sat up halfway, wrapped one arm around her waist to hold her down, and sucked one of her bouncing breasts into my mouth. I bit the nipple, sucked hard, then switched to the other while I thrust up into her from below.

She came a third time like that, grinding down hard, body shaking, soft cries spilling out of her open mouth. I kept moving under her through the whole orgasm, not letting her rest, until she collapsed forward against my chest, still full of my cock, breathing hard and twitching.

I wasn’t done.

I rolled us again so she was on her back. I pushed her thighs up high against her chest, almost folding her in half, and drove back in deep. This angle let me hit the soft spot inside her with every single thrust. Her golden eyes stayed locked on mine. I didn’t look away. I fucked her hard and deep, watching every expression on her face.

"You’re going to take every drop," I said. "And when you walk the halls tomorrow with that cold Duke’s daughter face, my cum is still going to be leaking out of this greedy cunt."

I kept pounding her. The bed shook. Her breasts bounced. Her pussy made wet filthy sounds around my cock. She came a fourth time with a long broken moan, eyes rolling, walls clamping down hard.

I still didn’t come.

I pulled out, flipped her onto her hands and knees again, and pushed back in from behind. I reached under and rubbed her swollen clit while I fucked her deep and steady. She was so wet the sheets under us were soaked. Her white hair stuck to her sweaty back and neck.

"Still not enough for you, is it?" I said. "Even after four times your cunt is still squeezing me like it wants more."

"Leo... ah... fuck... I can’t—"

"You can. And you will."

I kept going. Long, deep, hard thrusts. Every time she started to go soft I slapped her ass or pinched her clit and forced another broken moan out of her. The room smelled thick with sex. Her body shook under me. Clear fluid kept leaking out around my cock with every thrust.

Finally I felt my own release building hard. I buried myself as deep as possible, grabbed her hips tight, and came. Thick hot ropes of cum flooded her womb in strong pulses. I kept grinding through every spurt, forcing every drop as deep as it would go while she moaned and clenched around me.

When the last pulse finished I stayed buried inside her, breathing hard, feeling her pussy lightly squeeze and flutter around my still-hard cock.

I slowly pulled out.

A thick mixture of our cum immediately spilled from her used red hole and ran down her thighs onto the sheets in long sticky strands.

Elara collapsed fully onto the bed, legs still weakly open, pussy twitching and leaking, white hair a complete mess, face red and wet with tears and sweat. Golden eyes stared at the wall, glassy and empty.

But I was still hard.

I looked down at my cock, still thick and wet with her juices and my own cum. The denser pulse under my ribs felt warmer. Clearer.

Elara noticed. Her golden eyes dropped to it. Her breath caught again.

"You’re... still..."

"I know."

I reached down and rubbed the head of my cock against her dripping, used hole again. She flinched, but her hips twitched toward me at the same time.

"I’m not finished with you yet," I said.

Her eyes met mine. Shame and heat mixed together. She didn’t tell me to stop. She didn’t try to close her legs.

Outside the window the academy night stayed quiet.

Inside the small dorm room, Duke’s daughter Elara Snowveil lay on ruined sheets with my cum already leaking out of her... and I was still hard and ready to use her again.