The Conqueror's Rise
Copyright© 2025 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 28
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 28 - 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
The next morning, while sliding back into my shirt, I walked towards the aroma of brewing coffee. At my footfalls, Ruby glanced from the kitchen. Drawn tight across those pendulous tits, a very short crimson kimono-style robe displayed the lower curves of her shapely derriere.
“I, uh, thought you might be hungry, sir,” she said before clearing her throat.
“Sore?” I gestured to her neck while stepping in beside her.
“A little. I need more practice ... Oh, mmm.” Her voice ended in a moan as my hands slid under the hem to mash and pull on her asscheeks. “Oh, God, Jesus, sir. I’m so ... Mmm, fuck, I’m still tingling inside. W-Way up inside.”
“Still questioning whether I desire you, my gorgeous cunt?” I murmured, while tugging the robe from her and tossing it to a chair.
As my widespread fingers played over her massive chest, I thrust the hardening flesh trapped in my jeans, against her butt. With moan after moan leaving her, she shoved back into me.
“Nuh-uh. Um, n-no, sir.” As she tried to spin to find my lips, I pulled away with a chuckle and filled a mug. “Mmm, no. Oh, God, no.”
“Next time you have those thoughts”—I took a piece of bacon into my mouth and crunched while holding her gaze—”beg. I enjoy your pleading, Ruby.”
After a soft gulp, she nodded before glancing past me. “Is Maddie still asleep?”
“Oh, yeah.” I chortled while digging into the plate of eggs she’d placed before me. “Had to pry my cock from her lips. I’m thinking that’s how she’s gonna fall asleep whenever I stay the night.”
“I-I, uh, don’t mind that, sir.” She flashed a slim smile at me while pushing thick hair behind an ear and lifting a fork before another plate. “You ... Uh, with my daughter. She really enjoys being with you. Not just the, um, physical stuff. But the way you treat her.”
While we both ate standing beside each other, I let the silence continue. Once again, Maddie had proven, like her mother, to be insatiable. As with my loyal worshipper, I’d kept her snuggled close. Each gentle caress of her slender curves had drawn her tighter to me.
However, as my mind focused and pulse slowed, the dragon remained hesitant. With Ruby, it was necessary to be honest. Secrets, both mine and theirs, might’ve swirled around Amy and my teacher, but she was different. Everything had to be out in the open.
But I was in no rush. With a spreading smile, I ran a fingertip around her stiff nipple, pulling a long moan from the shaking woman. While playing with my shuddering addict, I continued eating. Soon, she was swaying with every languid move of my finger. As I downed the last of the coffee, and my finger pressed the rubbery stem, her whimpering intensified. The loud tink of the fork dropping to her plate was like a signal bell.
Okay, the time had arrived.
“I’m keeping her, Ruby. Maddie’s an investment. Somebody special to me.” When I took my digit away, her eyes tracked it as I ran it down the center of her trembling frame. “But of course, you knew that from the very beginning, right?”
“Yes,” she hissed as I found her heated little clit.
Each gentle tap drew a shudder and a louder whimper. After a brief glance at the clock, I sighed. Just enough time. While pushing from the counter, I flashed her a smile.
“But don’t forget, I want her sexy-as-fuck mother as well. Nobody serves me as well as you, my beautiful cunt. Not even your daughter.”
Before she could react, I surged forward to engulf her mouth with mine. As my hands once more groped her butt, she clawed at my back while thrusting into me. The night before in the parking lot, I hadn’t been kidding. If it’d been possible, I would’ve taken her home and used her every night. But I’d yet to gain my castle. So, with a heavy sigh, I pulled from her grip, and, leaving her gasping, I stepped from the house.
To get to school on time, I had to push the speed limit. And, dashing into the building just as the bell rang, there were no panties for me from Mrs. Goodman. Also, that meant only the briefest glimpse of Amy met me as I shoved through the crowd.
So, plus two women, minus two women for the day. Well, it was early. But as the dragon growled, I joined in; that castle was becoming a necessity.
While she didn’t appear at lunch, in class later that afternoon, Mrs. Goodman again followed my every motion. With the same focused glimmer in her eyes that she’d had in the parking lot the previous day, it took even more to keep my view averted.
However, something else flickered within those glimmering emeralds. Indecision, perhaps. But she was also riding the razor’s edge. As in, when I dropped my pencil by accident, she jerked.
“Columbus Day?” I murmured. “Where the fuck had that even come from?”
Talk about risky. Not even the classroom was that dangerous. Plus, she still had the suite key. To do anything in front of her husband, or with him nearby, made no sense.
But that’d flown from me, and damned if she hadn’t agreed. So, were we now involved in some greater scheme? At the end of class, she moved closer once more, but I dodged out amid a crowd of classmates. Whatever would happen, she was no longer fearful. Nope, she remained on the prowl.
Dark eyes inscrutable, the dragon only snorted.
The next day, we had a substitute, and my chest tightened. Okay, maybe she’d come to her senses. Or the fear had returned to grip her. Perhaps the upcoming visit to her home was too much. Was she at the cops? Again, anxiety crept into my chilling heart.
Which doused the flames Amy had stoked with another brief morning flash. That time she’d tugged aside a thin white blouse to give me a lingering view of both perfect little cones. The black pleated skirt was no more than a slender strip around her waist, so it was easy to slip my hands beneath to find her firm rear. Plus, her kiss had been a lot longer.
Later, when the slinky blonde intercepted me on the way to practice, like a rubber ball, my pulse rate skyrocketed.
“Bear.”
At her whispered call, I spotted her gesturing to me from a custodial alcove. Between the bathrooms, the darker, short corridor provided access to a storeroom. As I moved into the shadows, her grin widened.
“Wassup, baby?” I said.
“Mmm, say that again, bear.” Eyes twinkling, she bit into her lower lip.
“What?”
“Call me ‘baby,’” she murmured while easing the blouse’s neckline wider.
With a smile, I slid my hands to her waist. “Baby.”
At her lips trembling as the material cleared both spiky nipples, I laughed. When she rose on her toes to press her mouth to mine, I swept my fingers under the skirt. As they mauled the cotton panties taut to her little rear, she thrust her quivering frame into me. Our tongues danced until, at the sound of approaching voices, she eased from my grip and covered herself. But not without a hitching breath as her rubbery nipples slipped inside.
“Mmm, fuck, bear.” She smacked her lips while we watched the students wander past. “I want to see you again, but...”
“But what?”
“This weekend dad’s taking me and my little sister camping.” She pushed the hair from a reddened cheek and sighed. “It’s a holiday. So, all three days.”
As the dragon perked, so did I. Dad. Her. And little sister. But not her mother?
“Aww, baby.” I ran a finger along the warm skin of her chin. “The following weekend, then?”
“Sure, bear.” After a swift lick of her tongue over my fingertip, she lowered her voice as another group of classmates passed us. “Or, um, perhaps one evening during the week?”
“On a school night?” I shook my head. “And I’ve got work.” And Ruby and Maddie. Of course, I left the latter unsaid, but once more returned to what she’d uttered. “Your mom’s not going?”
“Nope. Hates camping. Glamping is the best she’ll do, and dad told her not this time. Besides, he wants quote, some quality time with his daughters.”
At her sigh, I forced a sad face, but the wheels were already spinning.
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