The Conqueror's Rise
Copyright© 2025 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 34
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 34 - 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
With the delicious taste of Amy’s hungry tongue still in my mouth, I pulled from the curb at the Warren house. At the twinge in my drained shaft, I smiled. But it disappeared when I found the dragon.
“Why?” I whispered while passing beneath streetlight after streetlight. “Why not yet? What am I missing?”
But of course, it lay curled tight, already asleep. After getting home, a lengthy deep breath slid from me. To make things worse, after finishing a shower, I peeked at the phone when it chirped. An image appeared.
Amy, nude, and sprawled across her bed with limbs spread wide. The hungriest, broadest smile lit her face.
Okay, I’d won over her mother. At another pulse in my dangling shaft, I chuckled and ran a fist under my towel to give myself a single languid stroke. Nah, that wasn’t even close. I’d more than won her over. And Amy’s father liked me.
God, how I wanted their daughter. Plus, it was more than obvious how much she desired me. But even as I stiffened beneath my gliding fingers, the dragon refused to rouse.
“Fine, not yet,” I mumbled while walking into the kitchen.
Since momma was supposed to be working, I draped the towel over my scalp to keep warm while pouring a glass of juice. But at the clanking of the front lock, I froze, and looked up just as she appeared. When she caught my head tilting, she grinned before closing the door.
“Promotion.” As she walked closer, the smile widened. “They gave me a surprise party. I’m back on days. Oh—”
As soon as her gaze dropped, her grin vaporized. A forceful tremor shook her entire frame. But even while struggling for air, she continued staring at my crotch.
Utter silence filled the house as my roaring pulse kept my aching rod full for her inspection. When she lifted her eyes to meet mine, I braced. She’d scream. Dash forward to slap me. Do something. Instead, she only quivered.
Right then, the dragon’s eyelids eased open. No chuckle, nor did any other part of the creature move. Nope, I’d get no further hints from it about momma. Then again, I needed none.
“Am I still handsome, mom?” I flashed her my best church-going smile.
And after setting the glass on the counter, I removed the towel from my head. But instead of wrapping my pelvis, I draped it over my shoulders. Gaze fixed on my pulsing tower, she still hadn’t moved.
When I walked closer, my heartbeat remained steady. But that profound calm remained elusive. Was I tempting fate? Yes. Did I want my mother? Not really. Not like the others. More for the amusement. And curiosity. What would she let me do? How far would she go?
Only once I towered over her did she shake her head. As she stepped away, her long eyelashes fluttered. But without a single word, she dashed into her bedroom and slammed the door shut behind her.
“So, about that far,” I muttered before chuckling.
Well, like I said, curiosity. After a shrug at the closed door, I drained the juice and sauntered to bed. But as I lay in the darkness, I laughed a little louder; mom’s shower wasn’t running. Nothing but silence filled the house. Okay, that was good enough.
And when Ruby called, I ignored her. Soon after Maddie texted, but I also left that unanswered. No, I shifted my attention to the next mystery. As I let my eyelids close, my brain focused.
On Mrs. Goodman.
No, not her specifically. That wonderful prize was already well within my grip. Rather, that she’d become the key to a much grander scheme. When I focused on the dragon, it curled tighter. No further hints. Then again, did I require more?
Saturday was a blur. After only a quick peck on the cheek, momma made herself scarce. And yes, there was fear in those black irises. An added bonus, if you will.
But once alone, I worked on my finances. Then I did some more digging into Mr. Goodman’s employer, Early and Schuster.
“Interesting,” I murmured while saving several documents.
When I leaned back to stretch, the dragon slid next to me. As it read over my shoulder, its hot breath sliced into my core. To be honest, I’m unsure who spotted it first, but my fingers shot to the keyboard. Opportunity. As it rolled its scaly head to stare at me, I laughed.
“Okay. Now I understand.”
And as the sun set with me parking in the Goodman driveway, I was still smiling. While “Got an Evil Eye” echoed in my mind, I walked to the front door and tapped the doorbell. At the calm, measured click-clacks of approaching heels on the tile inside, I let out a long, soothing exhale. How times had changed since that first night. With her, utter serenity swept over me. When Mrs. Goodman pulled the door open, I met her grin with one of my own.
“Good evening, Damon.” Despite her gesture to enter, I remained on the threshold, inspecting her frame. “I, uh, hope, um, you’re hungry.”
A crimson micro-dress was painted on her sleek figure. Although similar to the one she’d worn at the motel, lace trim adorned the hem high on her thighs. Its top was only a pair of under-sized halter straps connected behind her neck. With blonde tresses done up and sultry make-up, well, she...
“You look so incredibly fuckable, Kitten,” I whispered while stepping inside.
As her cheeks darkened, her gleaming emerald eyes flashed past me into the house. After pushing the door closed, she swept me with her gaze while running trembling hands along both flanks.
“Thank you, Damon.” Her teeth sank into the corner of her lower lip. “So do you.”
When she pushed into me, I swept an arm around her to cup one firm ass cheek. As we headed deeper into the house, with every step, I squeezed. Each forceful grasp pulled a tiny whimper from her. By the time we’d halted in their dining room, she was pressing into my ribs as heated puffs of air blasted across my chest.
The rectangular table was set with three places. One at the head and the others flanking it. Each setting had a wine glass, and the bottle stood beside the place at the far end. In the table’s center, a large black crock shone under the lights of a more elaborate chandelier than the one at Amy’s house.
“Mmm, the b-boys ... Um, they’re at, uh, my folks.” With long eyelashes fluttering under my fondling of her butt, her eyes struggled to focus as she looked at me. “For the, um, weekend.”
Even as I contemplated what she’d just said, her husband stepped into the room. The dragon snapped to attention. So did I. But, just as quickly, I relaxed. Because, as expected, the vibe was one hundred and eighty degrees from that of the Warrens.
With his hands holding another large serving bowl, the slender man flicked me a nervous grin before locking onto the table. After placing the dish on a trivet, he straightened. But other than a tremor at her moan when I pressed his wife tighter, Dave did nothing.
I was the Alpha in that house.
The dragon nodded.
Which only made me curious as I scanned Mrs. Goodman. Why’d she stay with him? Then again, not my problem. Her forceful pushes into my squeezing hand said I had what I wanted. And—while inspecting him, I swallowed a chuckle—I’d get so much more soon enough. Although, as I stared at the silent dragon, my mind whirled. How? At my quick inhale, she moaned and shoved her rear into my palm. As she gazed up at me, the hunger in her eyes blazed.
First things first. She was mine, but there was a reason she’d invited me.
And when her husband started to move towards the head of the table, I surged. Not walked. Not dashed. Surged. At my full height, I was beside the chair before he’d taken a further step.
“Thanks for having me over,” I said, holding out my hand. “Dave.”
Time wobbled. Only the sounds of Mrs. Goodman settling into a chair and my slow heartbeat filled the room. After inspecting my outstretched palm, her husband looked up at me. With his face becoming more pallid by the second, I waited. Oh, I could see it in his demeanor. He, or they, had already made the decision about me. He simply had to admit it to himself.
At the slide of sweaty, thin fingers into mine, I clenched. Not too hard, but firm enough. After a quick shake, I released him. At the dragon’s sudden sharp laughter, I grinned. That’d been far too much fun.
“Y-You’re, uh, welcome, um, Damon.” As he rubbed his hand, his voice was so low I strained to hear.
Even as he stood quivering beside the table, I sat at its head and smiled at his wife. Yeah, that was utter perfection. How things needed to be. Oh, no idea when I’d cooked up the original plan. But right then, at their dinner table, all was right with the universe. No sooner had Dave crumpled into the remaining seat than I gestured at Mrs. Goodman.
“Scoot closer”—I locked my gaze on her husband—”Kitten.”
At the soft scraping of her chair and the place setting, his eyes widened. Whatever they’d planned, I was pushing it faster and further. Good. She could love him all she wanted, but...
At the wafting of exquisite French perfume, my mind calmed. When I turned to her, she smiled before lifting my plate. Nobody spoke as she filled my bowl with the most aromatic chili. Next, she filled hers. Once she was done, she replaced the ladle.
“Thank you, Kitten,” I said while pouring us wine and watching her husband fill his own bowl.
Okay, she was on the fast-track with me. But how fast? The dragon tensed as I took a lengthy sip and slid my other hand towards her. As he poured wine into his glass, Dave’s gaze tracked my fingers sliding beneath the closest halter strap. His soft groan matched her whimper when she shoved a warm, sharp-tipped globe into my palm.
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