The Conqueror's Rise
Copyright© 2025 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 22
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 22 - Although young, Damon Porter is driven. Focused and gifted with an incisive understanding of human frailties, he has a simple goal. Have his teacher re-enact a sexy scene from her younger years. But she has secrets. And as life’s grander schemes for him unfold, others also become ensnared.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Blackmail Consensual Reluctant Fiction Incest Mother Son Daughter Rough Harem Anal Sex Oral Sex
“What the hell was I thinking?” A snarl escaped me as I slapped at the buzzing alarm.
After tumbling from bed bathed in cold sweat, I rubbed my eyes and sought my phone. Call Ruby and have Maddie shower before school. That was the right answer. The safe answer. Nobody was aware of my involvement with Ruby. Let alone her daughter. Well, okay, at the diner they knew she had a crush on some young black guy.
But, just as my fingers scrambled for the device, sending it skittering across my bedside table, my chest froze. With head cocked, I looked at the dark computer monitor.
“No. It’s worth it,” I muttered. “She’ll...”
After falling silent, I nodded and dressed for school. Because Maddie had become a lynchpin in my grand scheme. The dungeon was only an image. Simply a fantasy, if you will. But just as the dragon was merging with me, she had the potential to become something so much more. If I gave her the chance.
And later, as I drove, my heart raced. With the world wobbling, clarity once more developed from the mists of the mundane world around me.
“No. Not a lynchpin, Damon, you fool.” My fist punched the steering wheel. “An investment.”
Wearing a nervous grin, I continued onwards. It was earlier than normal, and the roads were still dark. Last night’s activities had given me an idea. It was time to play with Mrs. Goodman. If Maddie and Ruby had gone that far for me, how far could my teacher be pushed?
“She’s not an investment, simply fun,” I mumbled, but then pursed my lips as I pulled into the lot. “Then again...”
In addition to the early hour, thickening, low black clouds made it even darker than usual. After parking near Mrs. Goodman’s usual spot, I reclined in the cab and turned up my tunes.
As “You Gotta Dirty Little Secret” thundered from the speakers, that weird glimmer in my teacher’s eyes flickered into my mind. The one that had always been hovering behind the faded fear and her bullshit “hate.” After a sigh, I shrugged. Eventually, that little secret would also be revealed.
At the chirp of my phone, I jumped.
“Who’s calling this early?” I muttered while fishing it from my backpack. Ruby. “Oh shit. Maddie bailed.” With brows tight, I thumped my free fist onto the wheel. Oh, well, there’d be another. Maybe. I took the call.
“Cunt?”
“Sh-She, Maddie, did it. She, uh, left for the bus. Just like you ordered, sir.” When I remained silent, she cleared her throat. “Maddie wanted to ensure you knew. She asked me to phone.”
“Okay, thanks,” I replied in as neutral a voice as I could manage. But everything inside me wanted to yell for joy. Cry out to the heavens that I’d been right about her daughter. “Anything else, cunt?”
“Um, I missed you last night, sir.” She gulped, then a rush of words tumbled from her. “Maddie did too. What you had us do. That was so ... How do you do that? I’d never driven like that before. Naked. Then with Maddie. We both trembled most of the night. And talked. Um, a lot. It was just so ... We both—”
“—have a serious Damon addiction, huh?”
“God, yes! I mean, sir.” She huffed. “The things you devise. Wow!”
At Mrs. Goodman’s car lurching through spattering heavy raindrops towards me, I inhaled. “Gotta go, sexy cunt. Next time, I’ll stay.”
“Thank—”
I ended the call right as the vehicle parked in the next row. Although her face wasn’t visible, Mrs. Goodman must’ve recognized my truck. She’d still chosen to park beside me. Yep, there was much more in play with her.
And as a grin crossed my face, I killed the music and slipped from the cab. A dozen swift steps through large spattering raindrops and my smile widened. Her passenger door was unlocked. After giving it a quick tug, I yanked it wide and dropped into the seat.
“Good morning, Kitten.” When I smiled at her, she only glared. “Yeah, let me save you the trouble. You hate me. Got it. Anyway, today at lunch, be in your classroom. I have a gift for you.”
Before she could do more than open those perfect glossy lips, I was shoving open the door and marching through heavier rain towards the entrance. My whistling carried through the loud splashes as I slogged into the school.
After everything, she deserved a gift. A deep laugh escaped me. Oh, but that also was part of the new scheme.
“Sorta,” I muttered while slipping into the hall to wait for Amy.
After a shrug, I leaned against the wall to peruse my phone. But I was unable to focus. The latest plan was one thing; however, I was still taking unnecessary risks. Plus, Mrs. Goodman should be coming to me at the motel. Then again, although far safer, it was only another month before the tourist season hit. Grandma would want the key returned. Yet, I wanted to keep my very intriguing teacher for far longer than that.
With a chuckle, I lifted from the phone to scan a pair of cute girls. Although their eyes widened at being spotted inspecting me, they gave me a wide berth while splashing in from the storm. Yeah, word was out about me. But neither could compete with Amy.
And boom, after finding me, she moved past a crowd of slower moving students. Rain-spattered denim jeans and a white blouse clung to her slender curves. With a tight smile, she halted before sweeping damp hair from her reddening face and rising to her toes to kiss me.
“Mmm, missed you, bear,” she said before her squeaky sneakers sank back to the wet tile. “I called but—”
“Yeah, sorry. It was a long shift, and I crashed hard.” The lie came far easier than I’d expected.
“Aww, you poor thing.” She leaned closer and whispered, “I don’t play with myself unless you’re there.”
“So not too naughty, then?” I laughed while running my fingers along her warming cheek.
When she looked around before rising once more to press her lips against mine, I jolted as her tongue shot forward. As she moaned, her arms wrapped tight, pressing her taut frame into me.
And damned if I didn’t get hard; fearful or not, she was delectable. With her hazel pools glimmering, full of pure need, the dragon unfurled within me. At the forceful thrust of her hips, I crushed her little butt in my hands, mashing her pelvis to me.
However, right as a growl was building that would’ve seen me pull her into the bathroom again, the bell rang. After I let her drop to her feet, she turned away. But when I landed a brief swat on her denim-covered butt, she spun with a yip and flashed a smile.
How those pretty eyes blazed.
As my brows knitted at her darkening cheeks, the dragon also noticed.
And yes, everybody was watching. So, sure, mission accomplished. But that hunger, mine and well, the dragon’s swelled.
“Not part of the fucking scheme,” I murmured.
With a low snarl that sent a skinny freshman kid clattering back into the lockers, I headed for Kennedy’s emporium of yawn-inspiring algebraic wonders.
As time meandered backwards and thunder rumbled the building, the rest of the morning was a blur. But at lunch, I was sitting on the corner of her desk when Mrs. Goodman walked into the classroom. In her car, I hadn’t paid attention, but she was wearing another simple dress. Navy blue and with a deeper V-neckline that provided a good view of those pale inner swells, it was also short enough to display most of her toned thighs. At my gesture, she locked the door before coming closer.
So, yeah, one more not-hate motivated outfit.
When she halted before me, all the expected emotions flooded her irises. At my grip on her waist, nervousness rocketed to the top. But not fear. Which no longer captivated me, anyway. Not with her. As I lifted from the desk and spun her until I’d backed her against it, she gasped.
“Damon, I, uh—”
“Shh, Kitten.”
As she struggled for air, I pushed on her chest, bending her backwards over the desktop. Once gripping her hips again, I eased her further along the surface. After raising the dress’s hem, I was met by a glimmering darkness bisecting taut pale blue silk.
“Been looking forward to seeing me, huh?” I grinned.
“I hate—”
Her lie became a moan when I pushed a fingertip into the top of the dampness, pressing her heated little spike. When her skull dropped backward to thump on the desk, I chuckled. Yep, I’d found her “off” button.
And having dragged the sodden panties free, I folded them away in my pocket and spread her legs. Both clawed hands flew outwards to clutch at the edge of the desk above her rolling head. With my fingers massaging her inner thighs, whimper after shaky whimper left the writhing woman.
“It’s a beautiful pussy, Kitten.”
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