Academy's Pervert in the D Class

Silvia's voice was velvet over steel, unapologetic, even as she moaned when his cock bottomed out hard.

"You're not the teacher I thought," he growled, his fingers digging bruises into her hips as he slammed into her again, her tits bouncing against his chest, her auburn hair sticking to her sweaty skin.

"No," she said simply, her voice steady despite the shudder running through her.

"I never was. The academy, the teacher act—it's all a mask. But you…" She gasped as he thrust deeper, her glow flickering. "…you were delicious. Too much lust. Too much energy to waste."

He slammed her down onto his cock again, her body arching, her moan betraying her smugness. "So you fed on me," he said, his voice thick with anger and arousal. "Like a parasite."

Her smirk deepened, even as sweat rolled down her flushed skin. "Like Kiara. Don't pretend she's different. The only difference is I don't hide behind love while I take what I need."

The words cut, but Lor's smirk grew darker.

He leaned close, his breath hot against her ear. "At least Kiara doesn't sneak into my bed like a ghost. At least she doesn't hide."

Silvia's nails clawed his shoulders, her body shuddering with every thrust.

"You don't understand—" she started, but her words broke into a gasp as he fucked her harder, the chair creaking beneath them.

"I understand perfectly," Lor growled, his anger mixing with perverse excitement, his cock throbbing inside her impossibly tight ass. "You've been haunting me. And now I've caught you."

She tried to push off again, her glow flaring, but his enhanced strength forced her back down, impaling her fully.

Her eyes rolled back, a gasp tearing from her throat. "Gods—you're—ahhh—"

"Say it," Lor demanded, gripping her ass, slamming her down onto his cock again. "Say you're the spirit. Admit it."

Her glow flickered, her smirk cracking as her body quivered under the relentless pounding.

Finally, breathless, her voice broke.

"Fine! It was me. I drained you. Just like Kiara. Just like all witches."

Lor's teeth bared in a triumphant grin, his hips snapping up into her, her body jolting against his. "Good. Now say thank you."

Her hazel eyes flashed with defiance, but her moan betrayed her as he fucked her harder, her glow faltering.

"You should thank me," she gasped, her voice both mocking and desperate. "For every release, every drop of lust I took. You loved it."

Lor's cock twitched inside her, his anger and arousal blurring into something raw, unstoppable.

He slammed into her deeper, making her scream muffled into his shoulder.

"You're mine now," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "Not as a spirit. Not as a teacher. Just a witch caught on my cock."

Her body convulsed, her glow shattering as her orgasm tore through her, unwilling, her ass spasming violently around him, milking him with every clench.

Lor grunted, holding her hips down, fucking her through it, his own need throbbing as he claimed her completely.

This time, he wasn't letting her slip away into pink mist.

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Miss Silvia was still trembling in his lap, her body glowing faintly pink, a soft, ethereal shimmer that pulsed erratically with her ragged breaths.

Her hazel eyes were wild, a storm of anger, disbelief, and raw lust swirling behind her crooked, fogged-up glasses.

Her hands clawed at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as if to anchor herself against the overwhelming pleasure, her breath hitching with every shudder of her body as Lor's cock throbbed deep inside her tight, spasming ass.

Then Lor smirked, a wicked glint in his hazel eyes.

"No more masks."

He stood abruptly, lifting her with him, his cock still buried inside her, the sudden movement making her gasp sharply.

Her hands scrambled for balance, fingers clutching at his arms as her glasses slid further down her nose, teetering on the edge of falling.

But before she could adjust, Lor shoved her forward with a rough, commanding push.

Her knees hit the floor hard, palms slapping against the wooden boards with a sharp thwack.

She gasped, auburn hair flying wild, sweat dripping down her flushed face, her body trembling as she caught herself on all fours.

"Lor—ahhh—" Her voice cracked, a mix of shock and need.

"Doggy," Lor growled, his voice low and feral as he yanked her by the hair, pulling until her back arched sharply, her heavy breasts swinging beneath her half-open jacket, nipples straining against the fabric.

His hips snapped forward, driving his cock into her ass with brutal force, the wet, obscene slap of skin echoing in the room.

Her cry broke, a jagged sound of half pain, half pleasure, muffled as her glasses flew off, clattering across the floor.

Her body jolted forward with the force of his thrust, her tits bouncing wildly, her nails scraping the wood as she fought to steady herself.

"Lor—ahhh—"

He bent low over her, teeth gritted, one hand gripping her hip so tightly his fingers left red marks on her pale skin, the other tugging her hair back to keep her arched and vulnerable.

"Don't act surprised," he hissed, his voice dark with lust. "You wanted my cock. You wanted my lust. Now you've got it."

His pace was merciless, his cock slamming deep into her tight ass, each thrust stretching her impossibly, the wet, rhythmic slaps filling the room like a primal drumbeat.

Silvia's body rocked with every brutal thrust, her breasts swinging freely, her auburn hair plastered to her sweat-soaked face.

Her pink glow flickered erratically, pulsing with her ragged moans, her body betraying her with every shudder of pleasure.

"What… the fuck is happening to me—" she gasped, her voice cracking as her nails clawed at the floor, leaving faint scratches in the wood.

Her glow sputtered, a sign of her control slipping.

"You want to know?" Lor sneered, yanking her hair harder until her head tilted back, forcing her to meet his furious, lust-glazed eyes.

Her lips trembled, her hazel eyes wide and desperate, caught between fear and need.