Page 11 of Lessons with the Mothman (Monster Smash Agency)
CHAPTER 11
Elias
She'd been so close! I wanted to shout. Closer perhaps than even she realized. And then she'd started to tense and shrink.
She relaxed now, a broad smile stretching over her lips, that rare glitter of laughter teasing me in her gaze. "Oh, Professor, anything to get my grade back up," she said, tilting her head coquettishly.
She didn't need to be coy. I'd been hard ever since I'd had her bowed in my grasp, crying out in the pleasure of being possessed with a brutal grip on her pussy. I wasn't normally interested in rough sex, but this was something different, something I wanted to study and dissect. But to do so, I needed Victoria's trust, and we weren't there yet.
She slid off the desk, shrugging the shoulders of her shirt back up but leaving the buttons undone, just the edge of one dark peach nipple visible.
"What's the grading criteria for this exam exactly?" she asked, still smiling.
This was what Khell and Sunny referred to as "playing." Their sexual escapades, regardless of intensity or tone, always seemed to have an element of joy to them, according to the orc. Victoria had entered this staged classroom, nervous and reserved. It had been backing out of touching her that had opened this new ease. Which meant it had been the right choice, no matter how badly I'd wanted to take her apart, unraveling her tension and proving her wrong. She could orgasm. She would .
I could be patient.
"Just do as I say, Miss Dempsey. You want to please me, don't you?"
Victoria's eyes lit up, cheeks flushing. "Of course, Professor." Her hand covered mine as she lowered to her knees, pressing down as if she were bracing herself against my hard cock. I grunted, bucking into the touch.
Apparently, I liked pressure too. Or I was simply triumphant in the moment. Her hand studied me through the fabric of my trousers, gaze bouncing between my eyes and my lap as she mapped my cock in gentle squeezes and strokes.
"Have you ever seen a moth fae's cock before, Miss Dempsey?" I asked, knowing perfectly well she wouldn't have. I was the only one of my kind in the city. Chicago's endless winters didn't suit our wings, but I liked the challenge.
"No, Professor," she murmured, leaning in and breathing deeply. I held my breath, eyes wide as Victoria's lashes fluttered shut, her cheek landing next to her hand, rubbing over my crotch, face turning to nuzzle. A low sound thrummed in my chest as she scooted closer. Was this part of this story we were weaving, or was it a revelation about the reserved and cool woman I'd be learning? I lifted my hips once more, and her lips curled and then parted. Her breath sank through the fabric, moist and hot against the base of my cock, making it twitch in protest against the zipper.
"Don't stop," I rasped, reaching for my belt.
"Let me," she said, the tease of her mouth muffled through fabric until she opened wider and stretched her teeth over my balls, faintly scraping, firm and perfectly dulled.
I cursed, and her hands raised, batting mine away, deft and practiced with the belt. She was heating my skin through the wool, pressing her nose side to side, stroking me, all too dull, all wonderfully dense. Riotous red curls framed pale hands, deft and quick as they pulled a button loose, teasing and scratching over the zipper. A damp touch, fiercely hot, burned through my pants and against my length, and I realized she was tonguing me through the fabric.
"Don't waste your tongue on wool, Miss Dempsey," I hissed, shifting, trying to climb my way out of my trousers, to get closer to her.
"Are you grading for efficiency or effect?" Victoria asked, her voice bright and clear, her head lifting enough to share a glance glittering with humor.
No one had ever accused me of being an efficient lover, and outside of mating cycles, I'd never felt much urgency to get off. I was impatient now. Not for the end, just…for more.
"Obedience," I rumbled, my own smile appearing as Victoria's pupils dilated in answer, and she leaned closer, one hand gripping around my shaft. "Take me out, Miss Dempsey."
The zipper was loud as she tugged it down, our breaths both stuttering as I lifted my hips and she helped pull fabric out of the way. I groaned as I was released, falling back into my seat, head tilting and eyes shutting.
Victoria's breath was abrupt, and I shuddered as my coremata unfurled from around the base of my cock. There was a pause of quiet, and I gathered myself to explain my anatomy to her, when something brushed against the fine strands extending from the sensitive tendrils.
"They look like the antenna on your head," Victoria murmured, and I grunted as she stroked the back of her knuckles through the threads. "They…smell good?"
I lifted my head and stared down, a strange warmth unfurling through me at the sight of her, partially obscured by the feather-like structures of my groin.
"They sense and emit pheromones," I said, my voice uneven and thick with arousal.
"Are they as fragile as they look?" she asked, one fingertip running up the thicker tendril at the heart of one corema. It twitched and fluttered against her touch, and her smile was dazzling, distracting.
"Not quite so fragile, but they like to touch more than they require handling. That feels wonderful," I added quickly, not wanting to discourage her from her delicate exploring. "Should I have warned you?"
Her shrug and the shake of her head was easy, relaxed—she was more focused on playing with the three swaying lengths in front of her. I felt somewhat sorry for my cock, as a matter of fact, eagerly extended towards her throat, waiting for its own gentle petting. Victoria's eyes slid to the right as one corema waved its strands, searching the air until it found her curls, brushing over them. She laughed softly, turning her face, eyes falling shut as fine threads found her skin and mapped her face. I shuddered, closing my own eyes, wondering if I ought to better explain their purpose, what they shared with me. Victoria's scent, her arousal, the added pleasure and heat provided to my body as my coremata approved of this partner.
"Touch me, Vic—Miss Dempsey," I rasped.
She hummed, and then her hand enclosed my shaft, my body jumping into the touch briefly before surrendering back into the chair, legs spreading wider for her.
Her fingers were firm and confident around my cock, and I gasped as she tugged, drawing me down in my seat, bringing me close enough to her lips for me to feel the breaths puffing from her nose. Soft curls tickled against my inner thighs and the crease of my hips, the ends of her hair combing into my fur. I could taste her at the back of my throat as my coremata had time to explore her, grazing over her hair, but also her forehead, her cheeks, one playing at the lobe of her ear.
Salt and sweet musk, a hint of the chemicals in her hair products, and something deliciously like evening primrose. And then all my focus snapped tight as the tip of a hot tongue lapped against the long seam at the tip of my cock.
"Mm. You taste good too," Victoria murmured.
I opened my mouth to tell her that the flavor would get richer and more potent as I neared my mating cycles, partly just to keep my head present and away from the shockingly sharp arousal that threatened a too soon finish. But before I could speak, Victoria's hand cradled my length against her cheek, and her mouth opened along my base, tongue swirling and stealing every coherent thought I might have managed.
Her skin is soft , my coremata informed me as they brushed over her face and throat, drawing out a chuckle against my aching cock.
Her tongue is like fire , my cock declared, more directly.
Jealous, my fingers dove into her curls, tangling and greedily gathering thick locks into my fist. The underside was cool and heavy silk, soothing my palms. I groaned, staring down at Victoria through slitted eyes as she stroked the flat of her tongue up the ridges of my cock. Her eyes crossed slightly as she reached the tip, and I was sure I had a ridiculous smile on my face as she glanced up, leaning her head back into the cup of my palms.
"Guide me, Professor. Show me how you like it."
It was strange to think I might be a novice at anything sexual, but I wasn't usually the one receiving attention. Of course I'd had my cock sucked before, but generally at the bequest of my partner.
How do I make my pleasure about her in a way she will accept? It was the puzzle I'd been working over the entire week, as I built this room and planned the encounter.
"Trying to wheedle answers out of me when you're the one earning the grade?" I asked, arching an eyebrow. Victoria's cheeks flushed. "You don't fool me, Miss Dempsey. I believe you know your way around this particular problem."
For a moment I wondered if the words had offended her, the open, girlish expression vanishing. But what replaced it was wicked determination and a promise of retribution. Victoria faced my arousal once more, all innocent exploration and teasing at an end.
She dove forward, mouth open and tongue laving voraciously up and around my length, slick and swirling. It was a struggle to keep my focus on her rather than arch into the starving welcome of her lips. It was useless to keep from crying out, and her cheeks brightened further, as if I'd paid her a compliment.
"Very good," I hissed out, bucking as her hands went to work, squeezing and pulling at my base and sac. "I knew you would excel at this."
Victoria's breath hitched, caressing against my painfully stiff length and then she rose up on her knees, wrapping her lips around the head of my cock, nuzzling her tongue into my slit, tension snapping up my spine as she hummed a soft, pleading sound. My fingers tightened, fisting ropes of red silk, and my hips lifted, begging her mouth to make a home for my need.
"Fuck. Victoria!"
She sucked precum from the source, filthy sounds echoing in my ears, and then opened wider, stroking slowly down my shaft with wet lips and a greedy tongue.
"What a…a gifted mouth you have," I rasped, struggling to find words to offer her, rewarded for them with a moan that vibrated down to my balls. "If I had-had known the effort you'd apply to extra credit…uhhhhnn…"
Was I…using her face? Fuck, I was. Not roughly, but with gentle nudges that she followed so eagerly, hungry sucking and soft whimpers wrapped around my cock. And then she shifted, rising up slightly, the hand on my balls disappearing between us. She returned to licking me, gasping to catch her breath, eyes flicking up to glance at me through her lashes.
"A for effort?" she teased, her hand dipping under the hem of her skirt.
I slid one hand free of her hair, grasping around her arm, stopping her from touching herself, staring down at the shadows between us.
I wet my lips, and her eyes tracked the movement. Would she let me kiss her? She wanted to be kissed, but that didn't mean the same thing. I would wait, make her crave it. "Oh, Miss Dempsey, I think you know what I require for you to get your A."
"I told you I would do whatever it took," she murmured, just a hint of a plea in her voice.
I wanted to take us both down to the floor, strip bare, and slide into her. I wanted to sit on my heels with her spread around my hips and watch her fall over the edge, wetting my cock. I could have that later, when she was ready. For now…
"Face down on my desk, Miss Dempsey."
Victoria's eyes lit up, and I consoled myself with the knowledge that I was getting this right in one way. I could always give my clients what they wanted. Generally, I gave them what they didn't even realize they wanted.
Victoria isn't a client , I reminded myself as she rose on wobbling legs and then turned immediately around, bending and draping herself over the desk, ass high and fiery curls spilling like ink over the far edge. Her skirt was just short enough to offer the scantest glimpse of slick red lips and wisps of bright gold and orange curls. Her breaths were harsh, anticipating, fingers white knuckled around the edge of the desk. I rose from my chair, stepping closer, pausing before my cock could prod at the hem of her skirt.
Her thighs were full, soft, pliable under my grip, a tiny whimper crying as I touched her, stroked up. Her ass was generous, pleated skirt rucking up around my wrists, and then higher, up to her waist and over her back as I revealed her, like raising the curtain on a stage.
"Elias."
It was a whisper, a break in our roles, and her face turned away, hidden by her mass of hair. I swatted at her ass, a bright clap of sound and an appealing bounce of flesh, and she cried out.
"Professor!" she corrected, and then moaned as my thumbs slid down, stroking over the lips of her sex. Her voice choked as I spread her open, a glossy hole, a trickle of arousal. "Oh, god. Please, I—" Her head shook, unable to continue.
I rummaged in the right-hand drawer, pulling out the condoms I'd tucked away.
"Thank you," Victoria whispered as I tore open the packet and sheathed myself.
I grunted an answer. She didn't owe me thanks. This was a selfish act, just as she wanted. She didn't even realize how much.
She was the perfect height.
Victoria lifted her head from the edge of the desk as I poised myself at her entrance, a small, expectant sound rising in her throat. It turned into another whimper as I sleeved myself in her and then a long, low moan, body shuddering as I pressed forward and never stopped.
My own breath was short. The condom may have dulled the feel of her, all her lovely, wet, welcoming flesh, but it couldn't hide her heat, the way she squeezed tighter and tighter with every inch. And there was no hiding the view of her aroused, swollen flesh swallowing me down, my coremata greedily stroking and petting over her ass where a pale imprint of where I'd gripped her marked into her skin.
"A perfect fit. I knew you would be" I breathed, my eyes falling shut. I shook my head and tried to recall my role. "Such a lovely, eager cunt. Exactly what I would expect from my star pupil."
Victoria's laugh was husky and uneven, and I should've expected her retaliation, but I was too busy snuggling my hips to her ass. I liked to be inside a lover, close and deep, liked to wait there until?—
She began to move, and my eyes flashed open. She was up on her elbows now, whining slightly as she rocked back into me, fucking herself on my cock.
"Ohhh, very good, Miss Dempsey," I murmured, wishing I had thought to put a mirror at the other end of the room. "Yes, that's it, that's—" I couldn't finish the thought as she arched her back and rose up onto her toes, taking me deeper, moving into the impact.
"Ahh, yes, yes," she hissed, bouncing herself against me, head bowing forward, rougher and more demanding than the pace I would've set.
I leaned forward, bracing my hands on either side of her waist, and her breath hitched but she didn't stop. "Determined to prove yourself, aren't you?"
She whimpered and nodded.
"You want to be the best?"
"Yes!" she gasped, and the desk shook slightly with the force of her movements. I slid one hand to cup around her hips, to keep her from bruising herself.
"Work harder," I breathed.
And Victoria shook and moaned, arms sagging and body falling back into me, the fur of my skin softening the sound of our collision, a muffled wet slap against my groin.
"That's it, very good," I said, more as a throwaway for her obedience, a slip of the tongue. Victoria whined and shivered right down to her core, fluttering around me. My eyebrows rose and I licked my lips, watching her. "What a pretty little cunt, taking me so well."
She clenched, stiffened, and then doubled her efforts.
"Oh, yes, Miss Dempsey, I like when you squeeze me tight. Such a good little slut for her grade," I murmured, marveling as she nearly collapsed with a sob of pleasure.
"Please," she whispered, so faint I almost didn't hear the word.
I reached my hand at her hip down to her sex, and she tensed until I spoke again. "So wonderfully wet, just the way I like."
And like magic, she was lost again, moaning and thrashing, fucking herself on my cock, fucking me with a desperation that made me want to gather her up in my arms.
And I would one day. When she was ready. For now…
"Perfect wet, tight cunt. What an eager little slut, working so hard for me. Fuck, Miss Dempsey, you are exactly what I needed today."
Victoria's cries were soft, begging, a tender contrast to the hunger of her body. She was so open, revealing secrets—secret needs .
"Yes, I needed your mouth and your tongue, but most of all I needed this pussy, all snug and slick and clutching on my cock…"
I poured filth out for her, bending slowly over her body until she could barely move, whispering the words into her ear. I brushed her hair back over her shoulder, found her eyes wild and searching, and then they squeezed shut, blocking me out. She was fluttering and then frowning, dragged toward climax and then spooking herself away again.
I knew what she needed.
I clasped my hand over the back of her neck, and she gasped, eyes flashing over me—a skittish creature glancing back in my direction. I rose up, bracing against her, pinning her in place, rewarded with a tight clench around my length. She was so close, and so confused, and so frightened of herself.
"You take me so well, but now it's time to earn your A," I purred, the sound ragged.
"Yes," she sighed out, body relaxing into surrender.
I rarely fucked for my own relief. It came, easily enough, but only when I'd satisfied my partner. It was not selfish of me to hold Victoria to the desk and fuck her hard, not when what I wanted was to torture her slowly for hours, watching her flash closer to the edge and back again, over and over, until her body could no longer withstand the battle.
My hips clapped against her ass, snapping in a quick, rough, greedy rhythm she would recognize. She relaxed, eyes going soft, hips lifting to take me, and I grunted in appreciation.
My own preferences aside, she was delicious and I was close.
I would give her what she wanted.
"Fuck yes. Oh, you good little slut, perfect cunt, yes, take it?—"
She moaned, suddenly languid, arching into me, and I came with a snarl, not stopping, not slowing, only pushing harder against her, pressing her into the desk, growling my release into her ear and purging myself into the condom. She hummed, a faint shuddering around my cock, but remained limp over the desk as the release caught up to me and my body faltered, my grip easing.
"How did I do, Professor?"
I leaned forward, resting my head against her back, catching my breath. "A plus Miss Dempsey," I said. But you'll do better next time.