Page 120 of Every Shade of Shadow

Truthfully, I don’t know what I am feeling any more. There’s too much sensation, too much contradiction.

I knew nothing of sex before I came to the Academy. I was a virgin. Now, here I am…too far gone. The Professor’s whore.

He gives another order, and I drop suddenly, his giant member gliding deep into my slit and filling me in one giant, gulping thrust.

My eyes pop wide and I buck in the restraints at the feeling of being filled.

Darkwood squeezes my ass cheeks and buries his face between my breasts as he slides out and thrusts forward again, cock slick with my need.

My wet muscles grip his cock tight, massage him as his chest rides up against the top of my cleft to bring a strange and wonderful friction that turns my head and body wild. Whatever the pyramid had been doing to me, it’s nothing compared to this wild ride of arousal.

He is breathing harder on my skin, claiming my body, his every move designed to send me one step closer to the edge.

“Oh,” leaves my mouth as I sink lower, taking more of his cock into my sex until the base of it presses against my pubis and there is finally no daylight between us as I have expanded to take him.

His lips are at my ear, his tongue curling around the shell of cartilage inside. His chin brushes into the side of my neck, the tip of his tongue stroking my earlobe as it slides across my inner ear. “You take my cock so well, my pet. Never have I encountered one so wet and eager.”

Jealousy burns again, but I force it away. My need is too great.

“Please,” I whisper back, as his body slams against mine. I try to swing forward to meet his thrusts, thinking only of finding the summit of this mountain I am scaling, to offer him some small token of the pleasure he’s provided so freely.

The shadows rise and coil. They build and bubble, his cock pumping hard upwards into my body like a piston, forever pumping, squelching, driving deeper and deeper, finding new zones of pleasure in the darkest pockets of my body until I cannot help but beg “please” over and over as I am fucked for everything I’m worth.

I stay put, crying out in ecstasy as liquid lust threatens to overwhelm me.

The shadows writhe in a frenzy, colliding and pulling away from one another. Power—raw and untapped—is channeling through me.

I don’t know what I’m pleading for, do not expect a climax until it strikes me with the force of a battering ram, blasting through my body as I thrash and scream in my restraints, mind ablaze and cunt clamping down in quickening contractions over the Professor’s fat cock.

His voice is deep in my ear again as the climax fades. He pauses, purring to enjoy the warmth and slick juices oozing out of my pussy. “Let them in, my pet. Allow them to fill you.”

I do.

Of course I do.

I let the shadows pour into my abused body, let them take over. Earlier, this would have been too much, but I have grown accustomed to this feeling now. I welcome the cold touch of these shadows as one by one they slide through my glistening folds.

Tears begin to roll down my face again as the shame returns and I realize what I have done, but still my sex craves more as the Professor resumes his fucking, my pussy so slick and wet it swallows him each time with ease. He squeezes my buttocks together to increase the friction, moaning softly.

I close my eyes and let the sensation carry me away, enjoy the silken head of his cock rising up inside me.

I curse as another climax starts to grow in intensity, the Professor grunting with the effort of reaming me out, the sounds of our union echoing off the dungeon walls. His gaze is on me. He details every expression.

His lips return to my ear. “I am going to fill you now, little lamb. I am going to fill you ’til you overflow.”

At this promise, I climax again, my sex and ass squeezing together and the Professor letting out a guttural groan as he finds his release, cock pumping me full in violent contractions.

I’m so spent I barely notice as he pulls out, sperm gushing to the floor. But still my poor cunt continues to tremble and twitch.

The restraints ease as I’m lowered, gasping and panting there on the stone like an infant as the Professor looms over me, smiling.

“That will do, my pet,” he smiles. “That will do.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

The next morning, my aching muscles serve as a reminder of the night before. It’s close to unbelievable what I allow him to do to me.

But that orgasm?

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