The Conqueror's Rise
Copyright© 2025 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 29
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 29 - 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
Saturday dawned much warmer than normal, and another of those unseasonably warm breezes slithered through the pickup’s open windows as I sat in the shade. After parking down the street from the Warrens, I stared at the home. Although the plan had been to walk right up and do my “Damon” thing, the jitters had the road blurring. So I’d pulled over beneath the skeletal limbs of a spreading oak tree.
Also, plan was a little grandiose. Once parked, it really hit me. Yes, I needed to learn if I could push myself. As much as I’d been pushing the others. Except the stakes were far higher. If I failed, not only would I make an enemy, but Amy would be lost to me.
Nevertheless, the dice were already rolling.
“And bigger risks bring larger rewards,” I muttered while squeezing the steering wheel.
That little mantra was paying off—literally—in my portfolio. Its earnings were skyrocketing. Then at images of Ruby and, more so, Maddie, I smiled. Both also held immense value.
As well as Mrs. Goodman. Plus, Amy. Although back then, their ties to me remained hazy, there was some reason we’d become linked.
“And her mom could be invaluable, too,” I said, focusing on the quiet home in the middle of a normal suburban street.
When the truck eased forward, the dragon sharpened its talons. A low growl built deep in my chest.
It was the strangest sensation. As I strode up their front walk, my heartbeat slowed. With every step, the world faded, until the only thing in my vision was the door. Utter calm embraced me and when a finger lifted towards the doorbell, it took me a second to realize it was mine.
Deep within the house, melodious chimes rang. Except they sounded as if they were a million miles away.
At squeaking footsteps, I gripped a bouquet tighter and puffed out my chest. First impressions and all. As the lock turned, I let my best smile slide across my face. From the darkness, the grinning dragon slithered closer. By the time the door opened to reveal Mrs. Warren, my entire body was vibrating with energy.
Yeah, it was the same weird power surge as when I’d finally challenged momma. The growl within me wound tighter as I scanned the woman.
From beneath thick wavy hair held back from her face by a yellow and orange-flowered headband, the intensity in her dark eyes sent a tremor along my spine. High cheekbones, narrow nose, and pointed chin all screamed princess, or royalty of some kind.
Tanned and with the lithe, well-proportioned body of a dancer, she wore a pair of frayed denim cut-off shorts. Below an impressive chest, a stained white t-shirt was knotted. Beneath the knot, perfect, well-defined abs glistened in the morning sunlight as they tensed.
“Oh, it’s you.” She sniffed while giving me a quick scan. As her cheeks darkened, both sculpted, slim brows tightened.
“Hello, Mrs. Warren.”
“Amy’s upstate. Camping with her dad.”
“I know.” When I raised the bouquet, her eyes widened. “These are for you. Could we talk?”
“Oh, um, I don’t know.” As her gaze flicked between the flowers and my smile, that strange flicker zipped. Yeah, she feared my proximity. But the blooms were extravagant; I’d spared no expense. “Um, I’m, uh, cleaning house right now, and uh—”
“Please, Mrs. Warren.” While gazing only at her reddening face and not at the tremors rippling through her frame, I widened my grin. “Promise not to take up much of your time. We really should get to know each other better.”
“I don’t like Amy seeing you,” shot from her lips as those brows snapped tight.
“Um-hmm, so I heard.” I nodded. “That’s why I’m here. Please.”
With the smile now aching, I gulped as more shakes wracked the woman. When she swayed, her hand squeaking on the handle, I again rolled those magical bones. While remaining silent, I moved a sneaker across the threshold, blocking the door. When I eased it wider with my knee, her grip tightened for a moment. But at my more forceful shove, she released it and staggered backward.
“Y-You, um, can’t—”
Her voice ended in a whimper as I stepped inside. While pushing the door shut behind me, I held the flowers towards her. Peace offering, if you will. Not that it calmed her much, and she continued to shake.
“Oh, I can.” I kept the cheek-straining grin plastered across my face as she took the bouquet from me. “And did. We need to talk.”
“A-About, um, what?” The paper-wrapped stems rustled in her shaking hand.
“For starters, what exactly is your problem, Mrs. Warren?”
Right as I fell silent, I spotted it. Like Ruby that first time. A glimmer of concern flashed within her widening irises.
“Um, I...” She smacked her lips and glanced past me at the closed door. “Y-You should, uh, leave.”
“No, I don’t think so,” I uttered in my icier tone while taking a step towards her. At my shadow looming closer, she gave ground, stepping backwards. “Amy says you were a dancer once. And successful, correct?”
When she remained silent, I lifted a hand. With another series of tremors slicing through her, she tracked my finger until it settled on her lower lip. At the muffled thud of the bouquet dropping to the floor, I sighed.
“Gorgeous woman like you. Talented, I guess. Did well for yourself.” I ran the digit around her shaking lips. “Then one day, you up and quit.”
“W-What do you want, um, Damon?” she whispered despite my fingertip continuing its languid circling.
“We’ll get to that soon enough, Mrs. Warren.” While broadening my smile, I lifted my finger. At her gentle sway, chasing it, the dragon chuckled. And I nodded. “What happened? What did they do to you?”
“Who? Um, what are you talking about?” When she started to raise her hands to her hips, I narrowed my eyes. After a pause, they dropped to shake against her thighs. Lower, her voice wavered. “Y-You ... You, uh, know nothing about me.”
“Oh. I think I do. Humor me.” After bending to retrieve the bouquet, I slid it into her quivering hand. “What happened, Mrs. Warren?”
“Um, I shouldn’t.” She smacked her glossy lips. “It was a long time ago.”
“Uh-huh,” is all I replied while keeping my gaze on hers.
“Mmm, it was a private gig.” She gulped before looking at the flowers. “Good money”—she chuckled, then caught herself—”um, for back then.”
“Hmm, but lemme guess. They wanted more than dancing, didn’t they?” I whispered as my fingers found the knot beneath her chest.
“Damon! What are you—”
“Shh, go on, Mrs. Warren.” I widened my grin at her while undoing the knot. “What happened next?”
“Mmm, God. Um, yes, they wanted more.” Again, she gulped, but much more loudly. “Okay!”
When she fell silent, her eyes grew watery. At the steady shaking of the bouquet, a heavy sigh slipped from me.
“And they looked like me, correct?”
“Looked—” Once more her dark eyes tried to tighten, but as I lifted her shirt, they widened. A tear slid free to race down her deep-red cheek. “S-Stop—”
At her wail, I released the growl that had been building inside me the whole time. With a whimper, she pursed her trembling lips. While her breathing raced, she dropped her gaze to follow my rising hands.
“Tell me the truth, Mrs. Warren.” I inspected her—amazing—tits. Not a tan line anywhere. Plus, they jutted high. Natural. No franken-tit seams. “You made a lot of money that night.”
“T-Two days. It was, uh, two days,” she hissed through clenched teeth as I let the wrinkled thin white material fall. It didn’t drop far and dangled from the pert tips of her breasts.
“Two days? Hmm, and did they—”
Smack. Despite only a soft swat of her butt, Mrs. Warren jumped, and her entire body vibrated as a moan left her.
“So, they spanked you as well, huh?” I swallowed a chuckle. “When you refused to perform?”
Although all she did was nod, I caught her gaze tracking my hand pulling away from her. It wasn’t full of fear. Mental note: she enjoyed a little pain.
“What else did they do to you?” My fingers went to the shiny golden button on her taut shorts. “For those two whole days, Mrs. Warren.”
“They, uh...” As I unfastened the button, her voice became a sorrowful whimper. And my cock surged. That she noticed and, after a gasp, raised her tear-filled dark eyes to me. “Oh. Oh, God. No, please.”
Smack.
At the more forceful slap on the tight denim over her butt, her body shook. Despite her neck tensing, she only stared at me. But oh, the swirling emotions in those watery dark pools. Yes, there was fear. But amid a hint of rising hunger, sadness appeared. Sadness?
“P-Please,” hissed from her clenched teeth.
Smack. A little harder, that blow had my palm stinging and her swaying to one side. After glancing into the nearby front room, I let my smile widen.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, God,” she whispered with such force her glossy lips fluttered. Tiny bubbles appeared in their corners, as the flowers again tumbled to the tile floor.
Smack. Smack. Both strikes in rapid succession had her huffing for air. With her toned thighs pressed tight, she quivered.
“They fucked me! All six of them. Okay?” shot from her, followed by a curt exhale.
When she shifted to one side, I latched onto the shorts at her hips to hold her in place. If she’d twisted further, she could’ve run away. Yeah, I’d have let her flee. But all she did was stare at me as tears tumbled from her wide eyes. At their clicking, I glanced at her nails shaking on her bare legs.
“So, six men who looked like me fucked you?” I said, while tugging her closer.