Chapter 845 - 844- EHHHHH?!!
Her eyes rolled. The whites, showing at the top, were the sign. Her body, impaled and used, was responding. The walls, clenching around my cock, gripped. The fluid, her arousal mixing with my earlier cum, leaked from around my shaft.
Her belly bulged. The outline, visible through her dress, was the outline of my cock. The shaft, thick and veined, was pressing against her lower belly. The skin, dark and smooth, was stretched by the internal pressure.
Her pussy, which had begun to recover from the hours of carriage fucking, was being destroyed again. The walls, loosening, were being stretched anew. The entrance, widening, was being reshaped. The cum, leaking from around my shaft, was being replaced by fresh seed.
Pah Pah Pah Pah Pah Pah PAAAH!
"MMM...!! ... MMMF...!! ... GLMM...!! ... MMM...!!"
I pounded. The students, walking past, were feet away. The sound, the wet slapping, was masked by the noise. The smell, the musk of sex, was diluted by the crowd. But the risk, the danger, the possibility of discovery, was there.
My cock twitched. The sensation, the tightness and the wetness and the risk, was driving me toward the edge. The incubus hunger, insatiable and demanding, was pushing.
I slammed. Final thrust. Deep. All ten inches. The head, hitting her cervix, pushed through. Into her womb. She screamed. The sound, muffled by my hand, was a vibration against my palm.
I came.
The cum, thick and hot, pumped into her. Rope after rope. The heat, spreading through her core, was the incubus seed. The energy, flowing into her, healed and transformed and claimed. Her body, absorbing the mana, glowed faintly.
I pulled out. The cock, slick and wet, emerged. The cum, white and thick, leaked from her pussy. The fluid, running down her thighs, was visible. I tucked myself away. Zipped. Adjusted.
"Good girl," I said. The words, whispered into her ear, were accompanied by a pat on her ass. The cheek, firm and dark, was warm under my palm.
She trembled. Her body, impaled and filled, was a mess. Her dress, wrinkled. Her panties, around one ankle. Her pussy, leaking. Her face, flushed and wet.
A gasp.
The sound, sharp and sudden, came from behind me. Not from the students passing by. From somewhere else. Closer. From the direction of the women’s section.
I halted. My hand, which had been adjusting my coat, stopped. I turned.
And there she was.
The horns. The first thing I noticed. Curved, polished, catching the light from the windows. The half-cow, half-human features. The ears, large and expressive. The tail, long and tufted, hanging behind her. The legs, digitigrade and furred from the knee down.
Sofia.
I recognized her instantly. The mirror world, the ability that Iliantara had used to communicate with Elena through the academy, had shown me this woman. When I had fucked Elena’s mother in front of her daughter, the connection had been routed through the academy’s magical network. And in that network, I had seen Sofia. Had seen her face. Had seen her horns. Had seen the way she moved and spoke and existed in the space between human and beast.
I recalled the plot. The commoner. The side character. The girl who, despite being a nobody, was one of the most helpful characters in the story. The one who, despite being bullied and used and discarded, kept helping. Kept being kind. Kept being useful.
I smirked.
Sofia’s eyes, which had been sweeping the hallway, found me. Then found the dark elf. Then found the scene. The dark elf, in the corner, with her panties around her ankle and her pussy leaking cum. Me, standing in front of her, with my hand on her ass and my cock tucked away and my expression calm.
Her eyes, which had been wide with shock, narrowed. The recognition, sudden and total, hit her. The purple eyes. The face. The mask. The man who had been in the mirror world. The man who had fucked Elena’s mother while Elena watched. The man whose face she had seen through the connection.
She remembered me.
Her gaze, dropping from my face, found the dark elf’s pussy. The cum, white and thick, was leaking. The fluid, running down the dark elf’s thighs, was visible. The evidence, undeniable and obscene, was right there.
Her books fell. The stack, which she had been carrying, slipped from her fingers. The sound, loud in the sudden silence, was the sound of a woman whose world had just shifted.
"Sofia!" Her friends, who had been walking beside her, turned. "What happened? Sofia?"
They tried to see. To look past her. To see what she was seeing. To find the source of her shock.
I moved. Swiftly. My body, shifting to block the corner, concealed the dark elf. My coat, spread wide, hid the scene. The dark elf, behind me, was invisible.
"No, no, no," Sofia said. Her voice, which had been a gasp, was now a rush. "You all should leave. Go away now. Go."
Her friends, confused and annoyed, looked at each other.
"What?" one of them said. "What happened to you? Come on, Sofia. We will be late."
"Just leave," Sofia repeated. Her voice, firmer, was the voice of a woman who was trying to protect something. "Please."
They looked at each other. The exchange, silent and meaningful, was the exchange of a group that had made a decision.
One of them, a tall girl with red hair, sighed. The sound, loud and deliberate, was a statement.
"Shit," she said. "If not for her being a genius, why would I attach with this half-bred commoner? Damn it. How dare she tell me to go?"
The words, spoken without care, were meant to be heard. By Sofia. By me. By anyone who was listening. The contempt, casual and practiced, was the contempt of a woman who had been using Sofia for her intelligence and felt no shame about it.
Sofia flinched. The motion, small and involuntary, was the flinch of a woman who had heard this before. Many times. From many people. The knowledge, that her friends were not her friends, that her value was her utility, that her presence was tolerated only for her usefulness, was not new. But it still hurt.
They left. The group, walking away, merged with the crowd. Their voices, fading, were lost in the noise.
Sofia stood. Alone. In the hallway. Her books, on the floor, were scattered. Her eyes, which had been on her departing friends, shifted. To me. To the dark elf, hidden behind me. To the scene that she had witnessed.
I looked at her. At the horns. At the eyes, which were wet with a pain that she was trying to hide. At the body, which was thick and full in the way that beast-folk women were. At the expression, which was the expression of a woman who had just been reminded of her place in the world.
I knew. The eyes, the violet glow, told her. I knew everything. How she was treated. How she was used. How she was discarded. The knowledge, the understanding, the recognition. All of it was in my gaze.
She trembled. The recognition, the understanding that I saw through her, was terrifying. The exposure, the vulnerability of being seen by a stranger who knew her pain, was worse than the pain itself.
"What are you doing here?" she said. Her voice, which she tried to make sharp, was soft. The voice of a woman who was fighting tears.
I groped the dark elf’s boob. My hand, behind me, found the breast. Squeezed. The dark elf, who was still recovering, moaned. The sound, soft and muffled, was audible.
I leaned down. Toward Sofia. My face, behind the mask, was close to hers. The violet eyes, glowing, found her brown ones.
"Just came here to stuff all of the sluts in the academy," I said. The words, quiet and deliberate, were a statement. "Starting with you."
I pulled out. My cock, which I had tucked away, was freed again. The shaft, still semi-hard, hung between my legs. The head, slick with the dark elf’s cum and my own, was wet.
"Do you want my cock?" I said.
Sofia blinked. The question, the crude and direct and impossible question, hit her like a physical blow. Her face, which had been pale, flushed. The color, red and violent, spread from her cheeks to her neck to her chest.
"Eh?" she said. The sound, barely a word, was the sound of a woman whose brain had stopped working. "EHHHHH?!"