The Conqueror's Rise
Copyright© 2025 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 24
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 24 - 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
While outside the Warren house, gazing at the front window from my pickup’s cab, I held in a grin. Although they hadn’t opened, the curtains had shifted several times. The dragon caught every glimpse of that shadow; her turn would come.
After Maddie, I’d reassessed Mrs. Warren. Not that I had any different data, but it was more of a growing niggle at the back of my mind. Or maybe even deeper. Somehow, although not with quite as much clarity, I sensed much more potential within her. Far beyond simply permitting Amy and me to move forward, spending more time together.
Then again, did I need a distraction anymore? Mrs. Goodman was ... Dunno, docile? Certainly far beyond my plan’s meager sketch. Even with the fancy spreadsheet.
But at the front door opening, my chest tightened.
“Focus on the goal,” I murmured.
Because, although perhaps not so important, Amy still had value as my cover. Nothing more. Except, when she stepped into the evening sun, my pulse staggered. Despite agreeing to a casual dinner at a local sports bar and grill, she was wearing a dress.
And what a dress. Bright red, it was so short I caught flashes of stocking tops as she click-clacked closer. And yes, she wore stockings. Plus, shiny matching heels. With blonde hair up and refined makeup, she looked even more like Mrs. Goodman. The plunging neckline drew my eyes. As did the sharp points atop her swaying little cones. Oh, and the grin on her face as she watched me inspecting her perky chest; she knew what I enjoyed.
The dragon chuckled. Fun for fun’s sake was never a problem. I mean, I could’ve chosen an ugly girl, right? Sure, I was using Amy. Hell, she’d already proven useful, keeping momma and the busybodies guessing. Our classmates had made all the correct assumptions. But as those perfect legs clicked closer, I gulped.
She was—amazing.
And all that scheming faded. What had I mumbled while building the damn computer spreadsheet? I wanted them all. Right then, both the dragon and I craved every luscious inch of her.
“So, more than a chess piece?” I mumbled while stumbling from the truck to open her door.
“Hi, bear.”
At first, I tensed when Amy flung herself into my arms and pressed her waxy lips against mine. But then I caught the drapes moving and gazed into her twinkling eyes. The little vixen. She was taunting her mom.
And as her tongue sought mine, I slid my hands downward to crush her firm butt, pushing her into me. The curtains shivered. Sure, let’s tease the woman. With her moans filling our mouths, Amy’s brilliant hazel pools flared. Despite not a flicker of fear, I also moaned. At the throb of my achy shaft, the dragon’s soft laughter filled my mind.
After pulling away and lowering her to her pumps, I helped her into the cab. When she caught me scanning her stocking tops, she lifted the hem with a giggle.
“My, um”—she glanced at my swollen crotch—”enormous bear looks awfully hungry.”
Another chuckle joined my laugh as I closed her door and clambered into the driver’s seat. But her laughter ended with a groan when I dropped a hand onto a silk-covered thigh while pulling from the curb. One squeeze brought that moan up an octave.
“Somebody else is hungry.” I glanced at her reddening face. “And not for food. Such a naughty thing.”
“Mm-hmm. I am, aren’t I, bear?” she murmured while pressing a palm atop mine. “Missed you again last night. They’re working you too much.”
“Uh-huh,” I replied, keeping my eyes on the road while massaging her stockinged leg.
A flash. Not about Amy. No, it was Maddie swaying in nothing but white stockings and snowy pumps. Bigger tits. Longer hair. Grinning. Outside. In a yard. No, an expansive lush garden, surrounded by thick, dark hedges. High-spurting fountains. Gleaming white stone. Laughter. Clinking of glasses. Clapping as she danced.
“ ... you okay?” At Amy’s voice, I shook my head, losing the image, and faced her. “You really need more rest, bear. I’m worried about you.”
“Well, I’ve got a nice evening with you.” I flashed her a smile. “So that should calm me right down.”
“Calm you?” With teeth sinking into her lower lip, she moved my hand upward, crumpling the dress’s already short hem. “Oh, bear. Mmm, I don’t want to calm you.”
“Better be careful.” My fingertips roamed along the lace tops of her stocking, near the pulsing heat of her need. “Or we’ll never make it to dinner.”
“Why?” Although she giggled, it was shaky. “Little old me got that big bad old bear all riled up?”
When she flashed an impish grin, I couldn’t help but chuckle. But timing was important, and I wanted her for dessert.
“Yeah, something like that.” I lifted my hand from hers to grip the wheel.
As she threw me a pout, not unlike Maddie’s, arms crossed and everything, I drove onward. But after a few seconds, she snorted, which became a quiet giggle. Soon I was laughing as well.
And we were still chuckling while stepping into the restaurant from the chilly darkness. Friday night meant it was packed and noisy. On large flat panels suspended from the ceiling, sports of every kind played.
Somehow, we managed to score a two-person booth at the rear of the bar area. After leaning closer so I could hear her over the crowd and loud music, she took my hands in hers. As her hazel pools absorbed my soul, the universe wobbled. Despite my heart pounding, a strange curtain of calmness swept over me.
“There, that’s better, bear.” Her glimmering red lips smacked. “I love the way you look at me.”
At last, something snapped within me. The plan. The goal. All that crap. No, she’d become much more than that. Even the dragon jolted as my wrists spun to grip hers. As she gasped in surprise, I tugged her closer.
“I want you, Amy Warren.” My voice was one of a ravenous chilled boulder on a snowy glacier. Heat and ice in a rumble of words. “All of you. Every last sleek, warm piece of you.”
As she gulped, her pretty eyelashes flew wide. When my fingers tightened, there it was—fear. Oh, about what had her mother warned her? And deeper behind them swirled curiosity, desire, and a profound hunger. But just as she swallowed once more, the server arrived to take our order, and I released her. But as we made our selections, my mind whirled.
The dragon’s eyes became shadowed, flaming points. No, not crap. Amy had a line in the spreadsheet, a firm spot in the larger scheme. Except I’d left it blank. Her mother was important, but Amy herself? What could she offer me beyond being a distraction to the distraction? With a growl, I clenched my jaw. Despite all the damn planning, my life had become far too complex.
“ ... lost you again?”
At her quiet voice, I blinked and focused on her face. Beneath narrowed, slim brows, her eyes were hooded. But her chest was heaving. When she caught me glancing at the sharp-tipped cones, she froze. That devilish grin appeared.
“You really like my little titties that much, Damon?”
“Yes,” I replied before sipping water.
That simple reply had her trembling. Not my tone, it’d been even, but that I’d focused my gaze on her face, not the perfect pert tits. Yeah, I was challenging her. Because, as the blank entry in that spreadsheet indicated, I’d no idea what she could offer. It was time to push.
When she scanned the neighboring tables, all crowded with talking patrons, my pulse slowed. After returning to me, she slipped a finger into her neckline. With her eyes locked on mine, she eased the dress sideways, baring paler untanned flesh until pink and then a dark pink spike popped into view.
“Naughty little thing,” I said before taking another sip.
At the approach of a diner, she snapped the material back into place and hid behind her glass of water. But God, did her eyes sparkle.
“My mother was a dancer,” she murmured. “Did I tell you that?”
“Huh? What?” My mind spun. Wait a second. In the vision. In those gardens. Had that been little Maddie dancing? Or Amy’s mother? Or Amy? “Um, no, you, uh, never mentioned it.”
“Well, she was. A long time ago. Before she met dad, I think.”
“Cool.” I took another sip as images continued to flood my brain.
“‘Cool.’ That’s it?” she said with eyebrows knitting tighter. “A nude dancer, Damon.”
“Oh.”
Again, the vision formed. Then reformed. Amy dancing? Her mother? I shook my head. No. Dark hair flashed in the bright sunlight. So Maddie. At the snapping of fingers in front of my face, I willed the images away to find Amy’s puzzled expression.
“Jesus, Damon. You are out of it.” She took a deep breath, which again did not draw my gaze to her tits. “Maybe this was a bad idea. We can—”
“No. I’m sorry. It’s just ... Well, I’ve had a lot on my mind. Games and stuff. Plus, some big tests are coming up.” So many lies slipped from my lips as I remained focused on those bottomless eyes. Yeah, I sought that calmness again.
“Alright. Sorry to snap. I’ve also been on edge.” She gnawed at her glossy lips. “Really missing you.”
“So, um, horny?” I chuckled.
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