Forbidden Fucktoys: a Son's Reign
Copyright© 2025 by Depraved_Angel
Chapter 15
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 15 - Dane Carver, a sixteen-year-old teenage stud with a chiseled physique and an eleven-inch cock, dominates the pussies in his world with steroid-fueled lust and brutal aggression, beginning with his gorgeous but ditzy mother and extending to his mother's friends, his teachers, and girls at his school.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Coercion Consensual Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction School Cheating Incest Mother Son Rough Group Sex Anal Sex Oral Sex Tit-Fucking Teacher/Student
Dane Carver prowled the empty halls of Westview High, his heavy footsteps echoing off the lockers like a predator stalking prey. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting his six-foot-three, 265-pound frame in stark relief, his chiseled muscles straining against a tight black t-shirt, his eleven-inch cock a heavy bulge in his jeans. Suspension from the football team had left him caged, his steroid-fueled rage simmering with no outlet—no bone-crushing tackles, no cheering crowd, no chance to unleash his pent-up aggression on the field.
His balls ached, his libido a roaring furnace after days without pussy. Lacey was grinding her Double-E tits at Club Elysium for an early shift, Gina was off in some fancy spa town with her clueless husband Charles, and Lisa Satkowski was busy coaching her cheerleader sluts, leaving Dane’s favorite holes—Kayla, Sofia, Aaliyah, not to mention Lisa herself—out of reach. He needed to fuck, and he needed it now.
His green eyes scanned the halls, predatory and restless, searching for any slut to bend over and pound. The school was mostly deserted after hours, just the faint hum of a janitor’s mop somewhere distant. Dane’s frustration spiked, his fists clenching as he considered smashing a locker just to feel something break. Then he heard it—nerdy laughter and the clatter of dice from a classroom down the hall. He sneered, his lip curling. Fucking losers. Probably jerking off to their stupid little games. He strode toward the door, ready to kick it open and beat the shit out of some pencil-necked geeks just for the hell of it, when he froze. Through the classroom’s window, he saw her.
She was the only girl in the room, a brunette buried in a baggy gray sweater and loose jeans, her stunning looks half-hidden but screaming to Dane’s trained eye. Her thick glasses couldn’t mask her high cheekbones or the full, pouty lips that begged to be wrapped around his cock. Her hair, a cascade of glossy chestnut, spilled over her shoulders, and even that shapeless sweater couldn’t hide the swell of what had to be at least C-cup tits, her curvy hips shifting as she leaned over a game board.
Dane’s cock throbbed painfully, straining against his zipper. The bitch was a fucking diamond in this nerdy shithole, and he was going to nail her. He didn’t know her name yet, but he’d already decided she’d be screaming his by the time he left. Let these pathetic dorks roll their dice—he’d roll her over a desk and fuck her raw.
Dane shoved the door open, his massive frame filling the doorway as the laughter died instantly. Four pairs of eyes snapped to him, the three guys at the table freezing like deer caught in headlights. The girl glanced up, her hazel eyes wide behind those nerdy glasses, a flush creeping up her pale neck as she took in his towering presence. The room reeked of cheap pizza and Mountain Dew, a folding table cluttered with dice, character sheets, and a grid map covered in little miniature figures of warriors and wizards and shit. Fucking Dungeons and Dragons. Dane’s sneer deepened. What a waste of a hot piece of ass like her, stuck with these virgin losers.
“Well, well,” Dane drawled, his voice dripping with arrogant dismissal as he swaggered in, hands in his pockets, his bulge impossible to miss. “What’s this shit? You nerds playing with your little dolls or what?”
The three guys flinched, their faces a mix of fear and embarrassment. The first, a lanky kid with greasy black hair and acne dotting his cheeks, stammered, “Uh, it’s Dungeons and Dragons. We’re, um, just playing a campaign.” Dane knew his name was Trevor Mills, a seventeen-year-old junior whose Adam’s apple bobbed nervously as he avoided Dane’s gaze, his eyes flickering to the girl with a pathetic, puppy-dog longing. Trevor’s baggy Star Wars t-shirt and fidgety hands screamed virgin. Dane would have been Trevor been jerking off to for months to the gorgeous girl without making a move.
The second guy, shorter and pudgier with a mop of curly brown hair and a patchy attempt at a beard, piped up, “It’s a role-playing game. You know, like, with stories and stuff.” This was Ryan Kessler, also seventeen, his round face flushed as he tried to sound casual, but his darting glances at the girl betrayed his simping. Ryan’s faded hoodie and cargo shorts did nothing to hide his soft gut, and the way he leaned toward her, offering her a shy smile, made Dane want to laugh. Another loser who thought he had a shot.
The third, a wiry kid with pale blonde hair and a nervous tic in his jaw, adjusted his glasses and mumbled, “We’re in the middle of a session, but, uh, you can watch if you want.” Ethan Caldwell, sixteen, was the youngest, his voice cracking as he spoke, his eyes glued to the girl’s cleavage whenever she leaned forward. His Iron Man t-shirt was too tight, his scrawny arms trembling slightly as Dane’s shadow loomed over the table. All three were clearly obsessed with the gorgeous nerdette, their pathetic attempts at chivalry screaming they’d do anything to impress her. Dane’s cock twitched at the thought of humiliating them while he took her.
“Watch?” Dane snorted, kicking a chair out and dropping into it right next to her, his thigh brushing hers deliberately. She stiffened, her breath catching, but didn’t pull away. “Nah, I’m playin’. Make room, nerds. What do I gotta do?”
The guys exchanged nervous glances, their hesitation palpable. Trevor cleared his throat, pushing up his glasses. “Uh, you need a character. We can help you make one. It’s, like, a fighter or a wizard or—”
“Make it quick,” Dane snapped, leaning closer to the babe in hiding, his arm brushing her sweater, feeling the heat of her body. “And make me the strongest fuckin’ guy in this game. I ain’t playin’ some weak-ass bitch.”
Her cheeks flushed deeper, her fingers tightening on her pencil as she stared at her character sheet, avoiding his gaze. Ryan, trying to play peacemaker, slid a blank sheet toward Dane. “Okay, uh, we can make you a barbarian. High strength, lots of hit points. You’ll be, like, super powerful.”
Ethan nodded eagerly, his voice high with nerves. “Yeah, yeah, we’ll set you up. It’s no problem, Dane.” Ethan’s eyes flicked to the girl, clearly desperate for her approval, but she kept her head down, her lips parted slightly as Dane’s knee pressed against hers under the table.
Trevor, the de facto leader, started explaining the basics—numbers, dice rolls, some bullshit about a quest—but Dane barely listened, his eyes locked on his prey. Her baggy clothes couldn’t hide her tight little body, and he imagined ripping that sweater off, her perky tits bouncing as he fucked her over the table while these losers watched. “What’s your name, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice low and suggestive, cutting through Trevor’s droning.
She looked up, startled, her hazel eyes meeting his for a split second before dropping. “Ellie,” she mumbled, tucking a strand of chestnut hair behind her ear. “Ellie Harper.”
“Ellie,” Dane repeated, letting the name roll off his tongue like a promise, his grin wolfish. “Cute. You gonna show me how to play this game, or what?”
The guys bristled, their simping obvious in their tightened jaws and sidelong glances, but none dared challenge him. Trevor coughed, sliding dice toward Dane. “Here, you roll these for your stats. We’ll, uh, make sure it’s good.”
“Damn right it’s gonna be good,” Dane said, his hand brushing Ellie’s as he grabbed the dice, his cock throbbing at her soft gasp. He leaned back, smirking, already planning how he’d turn this nerdy game into his own playground, with Ellie as the prize. His cock throbbed in his pants as she looked nervously at him. He could practically smell her virgin pussy.
Dane snatched the three six-sided dice, rolling them across the table with a flick of his wrist. The numbers came up low—a fucking twelve. “Bullshit,” he growled, scooping the die back up. “I said I want the strongest guy. I’m rolling again.” Trevor opened his mouth, but Dane’s glare shut him up fast. Dane picked up the diace and rolled again—fifteen. Still not enough. “Fuck, this is such bullshit,” he barked, his voice low and dangerous, his eyes daring anyone to argue. Ryan shifted uncomfortably, his chubby fingers twitching, while Ethan’s nervous tic went into overdrive, his jaw clicking as he stared at the table.
Ellie’s breath hitched, her pencil frozen over her sheet, her character’s name—Liora, an elven priestess—scrawled in neat cursive. Dane glanced at her sheet, smirking at the description: a willowy elf with shimmering silver hair, emerald eyes, and a lithe, graceful body draped in flowing robes. Fucking perfect. He could already picture her character bent over, those robes hiked up as his barbarian ravaged her. “Liora, huh?” he said, his voice dripping with suggestion. “Sounds like a hot little priestess who needs a real man to protect her.”
Ellie’s face burned crimson, her glasses slipping down her nose as she mumbled, “She’s, um, a healer. She’s really powerful with h-healing magic.” Her voice was soft, but Dane caught the tremor, his cock twitching at her nervousness.
“Healing magic, huh?” Dane leaned closer, his shoulder brushing hers, his voice a low purr. “Bet she’d look good on her knees, healing while she prays to my barbarian’s sword.” He grinned, watching her squirm, her thighs pressing together under the table.
Ryan finally found his voice, his tone hesitant. “Uh, Dane, you’re only supposed to roll once for stats. It’s, like, the rules—”
Dane’s head snapped toward him, his green eyes narrowing to slits. “You sure about that, fat boy?” he said, his voice a cold blade, his massive frame leaning forward just enough to make Ryan shrink back.
The room went silent, the air thick with tension. Ryan’s mouth opened, then closed, his face paling as he muttered, “Uh, never mind. Roll as many times as you want.”
“That’s what I thought,” Dane said, smirking as he rolled several more times. “Fuck, this is dumb. Just make it the highest it can be. What’s that, eighteen? Yeah. That’s more like it.” He shoved the sheet at Trevor. “Write that down. My guy’s a fucking beast. Call him Krag, strongest barbarian in this shitty game.”
Trevor scribbled frantically, his hands shaking as he jotted down Krag’s stats, boosting strength to superhuman levels at Dane’s insistence. Ethan and Ryan exchanged nervous glances but kept quiet, their eyes darting to Ellie, who was staring at her sheet like it could save her. Dane leaned back, his arm brushing hers again, his thigh pressing harder against her leg. “Alright, let’s play this dumb game. What’s the deal, Ellie? Your sexy little elf gonna team up with Krag or what?”
Ellie swallowed, pushing up her glasses. “Um, well, when you came in we were in a forest, fighting goblins. Liora’s casting spells to heal the party.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but Dane caught every word, his mind already twisting the scenario.
“Goblins, huh?” Dane chuckled, his tone suggestive. “Bet Krag could show Liora a better time than some shitty monsters. Maybe she needs a big, strong barbarian to ... you know, take care of her.” He winked, his hand grazing her wrist as he reached for a die, making her flinch. The guys tensed, Trevor’s pencil snapping in his grip, but none dared speak up, their simping for Ellie outweighed by their fear of Dane.
Trevor cleared his throat, trying to regain control. “Okay, uh, the goblins attack. Dane—er, Krag—you’re up. What do you do?”
Dane grinned, his eyes locked on Ellie. “Krag charges in, swings his huge-ass axe, and splits a goblin in half. Then he grabs Liora, throws her over his shoulder, and tells her she’s his now.” He leaned closer, his voice a husky whisper. “How’s that sound, Ellie? Your elf ready to ride with a real man?”
Ellie’s breath caught, her hazel eyes wide as she stammered, “I—I mean, Liora would, um, cast a spell to escape. She’s not ... like that.” But her flushed cheeks, the way her thighs shifted betrayed her, and Dane’s smirk widened. He’d have her screaming his name soon enough, game or no game.
The game lurched forward, Trevor narrating the goblin ambush with a shaky voice. “The goblins swarm, claws slashing. Liora casts a healing spell, saving the rogue—uh, that’s Ryan’s character, Skar.” Ryan’s rogue, a wiry sneak with a pathetic dagger, barely scratched a goblin before Dane cut in. “Krag doesn’t need your weak-ass rogue,” he sneered, rolling a twenty-sided die. It came up a three, but Dane didn’t give a shit. “Krag smashes two more goblins, blood everywhere. Then he pins Liora against a tree, telling her she’s too pretty to be wasting her magic on these losers.”
Ellie’s fingers trembled as she rolled for Liora’s spell, her voice faltering. “Liora ... heals Krag, I guess.” Her cheeks were scarlet, her breath uneven, and Dane caught the way her thighs clenched under the table, her body betraying her arousal at his proximity.
His cock throbbed, straining against his jeans as he leaned closer, his breath hot on her neck. “Good girl,” he murmured, loud enough for the others to hear. “Krag likes a priestess who knows her place.”
Ethan’s wizard, a scrawny spellcaster named Valthor, tried to cast a fireball, but Dane laughed, cutting him off. “Your little sparkler’s useless, kid. Krag’s already killed half the goblins. Maybe Valthor should stick to reading books instead of pretending to fight.” Ethan’s face burned, his glasses fogging as he mumbled an apology, his eyes flicking to Ellie for approval she didn’t give. Trevor’s fighter, a clunky knight named Gorrim, managed a single hit before Dane dismissed him too. “Gorrim’s swinging like a bitch. Krag’s doing all the work, carrying Liora’s fine ass through this fight.”
The goblins fell quickly under Krag’s overpowered stats and Dane’s domineering presence, Trevor rushing the narration to avoid Dane’s wrath. “Okay, uh, the goblins are dead. The party finds a path to a crowded inn in the forest to rest for the night.”
Dane’s grin widened. “An inn, huh? Like with bedrooms and shit?” He winked at Ellie, who blushed and looked away from him.
As Trevor described the inn—bustling with drunken mercenaries, buxom barmaids, and roaring laughter—Dane leaned back, his arm draped behind Ellie’s chair. “Krag kicks the door open, struts in like he owns the place, and pulls Liora into his lap, right in front of everyone. His big hands grip her tight, letting her feel his massive ... axe.” He winked at Ellie, his voice thick with innuendo. “What’s Liora think of that, huh? How does she feel about sitting on a real man’s lap?”
Ellie’s eyes widened, her lips parting as she stammered, “I ... I guess it’s okay. Liora’s, um, surprised, but she doesn’t ... fight it.” Her voice was a whisper, her hands shaking as she clutched her character sheet, her pulse visible in her throat. Dane’s cock twitched, sensing her arousal, her body screaming what her words wouldn’t.
“Fuck yeah,” Dane said, his voice low and commanding. “Let’s see what it’s like, then.” Before Ellie could react, he gripped her hips with his massive hands, lifting her out of her chair like she weighed nothing. She gasped, her glasses slipping slightly as he pulled her into his lap, her ass pressed hard against his raging cock, the thick bulge grinding into her through her jeans. His hands stayed firm on her hips, holding her in place, her curvy body trembling against his chiseled frame.
Dane could feel Ellie’s heart pounding, her breath shallow, her hazel eyes darting nervously but unable to hide the heat pooling between her thighs. The guys froze, their jaws slack. Trevor’s pencil dropped, Ryan’s face paled, and Ethan’s tic went wild, his eyes locked on Ellie’s ass in Dane’s lap. “What the fuck are you staring at?” Dane growled, his green eyes blazing. “Get this shitty game going again, or I’ll break your fucking necks.”
Trevor scrambled to pick up the narration, his voice cracking. “Uh, okay, so, at the inn, a bar brawl breaks out. Some drunk mercenaries start throwing punches, and—”
“Krag handles it,” Dane cut in, his hands tightening on Ellie’s hips, grinding her subtly against his cock as she bit her lip, stifling a whimper. “He stands up, Liora still in his arms, and beats the shit out of every last one of those fuckers. One swing, all down.” He rolled a die without looking and glared at Trevor. “That’s how it goes, right? Krag’s too strong for this bullshit. Make it quick.”
Trevor hesitated, then nodded frantically. “Y-yeah, Krag takes them all out. The brawl’s over in one turn.” Ryan and Ethan muttered agreement, their characters’ feeble attempts at joining the fight ignored as Dane dominated the scene.
“Good,” Dane said, smirking as he shifted Ellie in his lap, his cock pressing harder against her ass. “Now Krag scoops Liora up, tosses her over his shoulder again, and heads upstairs to a room. Time for her to thank her barbarian properly.” He leaned into Ellie’s ear, his voice a husky growl. “You ready for that, sweetheart? Gonna show me how Liora thanks a real man?” Ellie’s breath hitched, her body trembling as his hands slid up her waist, his dominance overwhelming as he prepared to claim his prize.
Dane’s lips crashed against Ellie’s, his kiss rough and possessive, his tongue thrusting into her mouth with relentless hunger. Her hands pressed feebly against his chiseled chest, a weak protest that melted as her body trembled, her arousal betraying her. Ellie’s soft moan vibrated against his tongue, her own tongue writhing back, sloppy and desperate, as she surrendered to his aggressive dominance.
The classroom air thickened, the three nerds frozen at the table, their eyes wide, jaws slack, staring at the spectacle of Dane claiming their crush. His cock swelled harder against Ellie’s ass, the thick bulge grinding into her jeans as she squirmed in his lap, her heart hammering under his grip.
He broke the kiss, his green eyes gleaming with predatory glee as he groped Ellie’s pert C-cup tits through her baggy sweater, his massive hands kneading the soft flesh until she groaned, her back arching instinctively. Her nipples hardened under his rough touch, poking through the fabric, and Dane’s smirk widened at the sight. “Liora liked it when Krag does this, huh?” he growled, his voice low and taunting, pinching her tits just hard enough to make her gasp. Ellie’s hazel eyes, half-lidded behind her glasses, met his with a longing that screamed submission, her lips parted as she nodded meekly, too overwhelmed to speak.
Dane’s head snapped toward the group, his glare cutting through the stunned silence. “What the fuck are you assholes staring at?” he snarled, his voice a whip-crack that made Trevor flinch, Ryan shrink, and Ethan’s tic go wild, his jaw twitching like a broken toy. “Keep playing this shitty game, or I’ll beat the shit out of you nerds.” His hands stayed on Ellie’s hips, grinding her ass against his throbbing cock, her whimpers fueling his lust as the nerds scrambled to obey, their hands shaking over dice and character sheets.
Trevor stammered, his voice barely audible, “Uh, r-right, so ... Krag and Liora are in the inn’s upstairs room. The, uh, brawl’s over, and the innkeeper offers the party a free room for the night for stopping the fight.” His eyes darted to Ellie, still perched in Dane’s lap, her sweater stretched tight over her heaving tits, but he quickly looked away under Dane’s murderous stare.
Dane chuckled, his fingers sliding under Ellie’s sweater, brushing the bare skin of her waist, making her shiver. “Krag isn’t here for free drinks,” he said, his voice dripping with suggestion. “He’s got Liora over his shoulder, carrying her fine ass to that room. And none of you fuckers are going to follow us, either. That room is for Krag and Liora, not some pussy-ass wizard or rogue or whatever.”
“Krag throws her on the bed, rips those fancy robes off, and shows her what a real barbarian does to a tight little priestess.” He leaned into Ellie’s ear, his breath hot. “How’s that sound, sweetheart? Liora ready to get fucked by a real man?”
Ellie’s breath hitched, her thighs clenching as she squirmed, her ass grinding harder against his cock, her arousal soaking through her jeans. “I ... Liora would, um, try to ... cast a spell to calm him,” she mumbled, her voice trembling with want, her eyes locked on Dane’s, pleading for more even as she tried to play along.
“Calm him?” Dane laughed, his hand sliding higher under her sweater, grazing the underside of her bra, her skin burning under his touch. “Krag doesn’t calm down. He’s pinning Liora down, spreading her legs, making her scream his name.” His fingers dug into her hips, pulling her tighter against his bulge, her soft moan echoing in the room. The nerds fidgeted, Trevor’s pencil scratching nervously, Ryan’s face red as he pretended to study his sheet, Ethan’s glasses fogging as he stole glances at Ellie’s writhing body.
“Keep going,” Dane barked at Trevor, his voice a low growl as he groped Ellie’s tit again, drawing another groan from her lips. “What’s next in this dumb-ass game? And don’t make me wait, fuckers.”
Trevor’s voice trembled as he pushed the game forward, his eyes darting nervously between his notes and Ellie, still perched in Dane’s lap, her body quivering under his grip. “The, uh, party leaves the inn the next morning and follows a winding path to a dungeon carved into a mountain. Inside, you hear a deep roar—a dragon guards a hoard of treasure.” His Adam’s apple bobbed, his Star Wars t-shirt clinging to his sweaty frame as he tried to ignore Dane’s hands on Ellie, her soft whimpers filling the classroom.
Dane smirked, his massive frame dwarfing Ellie as he kept her pinned against his throbbing eleven-inch cock, her ass grinding into him through her unzipped jeans. His hands roamed under her baggy sweater, one squeezing her pert C-cup tits, the other unsnapping the top of her jeans, slowly pulling the zipper down and sliding his fingers under the waistband of her panties, fingers brushing her soaking pussy. She gasped, her hazel eyes flicking over her shoulder at him, fawning and nervous, her glasses slipping as she bit her lip.
“Krag’s ready to fuck up that dragon,” Dane growled, his voice thick with lust, pinching her nipple hard enough to make her moan. “But you’d better heal me first, sweetheart. Liora shouldn’t waste her magic on these losers.” He nodded at the nerds, their faces flushed with a mix of shame and envy as they stared at Ellie’s trembling form.
Ellie nodded quickly, her voice a breathless whisper. “Y-yeah, Liora casts a healing spell on Krag. M-maximum power.” Her eyes locked on Dane’s, her cheeks scarlet as she leaned forward slightly, pressing her tits into his hand, her pussy clenching against his probing fingers under the table. The nerds shifted uncomfortably, Ryan’s chubby hands fumbling with dice, Ethan’s tic twitching wildly, Trevor’s pencil scratching erratic notes, all too scared to challenge Dane’s dominance.
Trevor cleared his throat, his voice cracking. “Okay, uh, before reaching the dragon’s cavern, you enter a smaller chamber where you face a group of skeleton warriors. They’re fast, wielding rusted swords.”
Dane didn’t even roll. “Krag smashes ‘em all. One swing, bones everywhere,” he said, his finger curling inside Ellie’s pussy, making her squirm and whimper, her thighs spreading wider under the table. “Liora’s watching, getting wet seeing Krag’s power,” he added. Ellie’s breath hitched, her fawning glance confirming her arousal as Dane’s thumb grazed her clit, her jeans gaping open.
Ryan mumbled, “Uh, my rogue, Skar, tries to sneak attack—”
“Shut it,” Dane snapped, his eyes blazing. “Your pussy rogue’s useless. Krag’s doing the heavy lifting.” Ryan shrank back, his hoodie sagging as he muttered an apology, his eyes darting to Ellie’s heaving tits.
The game pushed on, Trevor narrating waves of tougher monsters—goblin shamans, then a stone golem. Each time, Dane declared Krag’s dominance, barely rolling dice, his superhuman barbarian slaughtering enemies at his whim while he molested Ellie openly. His hand kneaded her tits, twisting her nipples until she groaned, her pussy dripping onto his fingers as he worked her clit with slow, deliberate strokes. “Krag’s unstoppable,” he said, smirking at Ellie. “Just like me, huh, sweetheart?” She nodded meekly, her eyes glassy with lust, casting desperate looks over her shoulder at Dane as she clung to her character sheet.
When Trevor described a spectral wraith, immune to physical attacks, Ethan piped up, his voice shaky. “Uh, my wizard, Valthor, should handle this. It’s resistant to Krag’s weapons, so—”
Dane’s glare cut him off, his hand tightening on Ellie’s tit, making her gasp. “Krag doesn’t give a fuck. He grabs that ghost bullshit and rips it apart with his bare hands. Roll for it if you want, but I’m winning.” His other hand thrust deeper into Ellie’s pussy, two fingers pumping as she bit back a moan, her hips bucking slightly. Trevor hesitated, then nodded, scribbling notes to let Krag’s impossible strength prevail, the group too intimidated to argue.
“Krag always gets what he wants,” Dane growled into Ellie’s ear, his fingers speeding up, her pussy clenching as she trembled on the edge of climax. “Just like me when I want pussy,” he added with a chuckle.
Ellie’s eyes fluttered, her breath ragged, her fawning glances turning to pleading as his crude words and rough touch overwhelmed her. The nerds stared, their simping evident in their clenched jaws and averted eyes, powerless as Dane’s hands claimed Ellie under the table, her unzipped jeans leaving her vulnerable to his relentless molestation.
Trevor’s voice quavered as he pushed the game toward its climax, his sweaty hands clutching the dungeon master’s notes. “The party reaches the heart of the dungeon, a cavern lit by glowing crystals. The dragon rears up, scales black as night, its roar shaking the walls.”
His eyes flicked nervously to Ellie, still trembling in Dane’s lap, her unzipped jeans gaping, her sweater hiked up to expose the creamy skin of her waist. Ryan and Ethan sat rigid, their faces flushed, their simping gazes locked on Ellie’s heaving C-cup tits through the sweater, but too terrified of Dane’s glare to do anything but stare.
Dane’s smirk was pure predator, his massive frame pinning Ellie against his throbbing eleven-inch cock, her ass grinding helplessly against the hard bulge in his jeans. His fingers worked her soaking pussy with ruthless precision, two thick digits pumping deep, his thumb circling her clit as she whimpered, her hazel eyes glassy with lust behind her slipping glasses.
“Liora better heal Krag again,” he growled, his voice low and commanding, his other hand squeezing her pert tit, twisting her nipple until she gasped. “Don’t waste your magic on these pathetic fuckers, sweetheart. Krag’s the only one worth saving.”
Ellie nodded frantically, her breath ragged, casting fawning glances over her shoulder at Dane, her body betraying her with every squirm. “L-Liora casts ... another healing spell on Krag,” she stammered, her voice breaking as his fingers thrust harder, her pussy clenching around them. “She ... oh-h-h-h-h ... she makes him stronger ... b-bigger.” Her thighs trembled, spreading wider under the table, her arousal dripping onto Dane’s hand as the nerds fidgeted, Trevor’s pencil shaking, Ryan’s chubby hands clutching his sheet, Ethan’s tic twitching like a metronome.
“Oh yeah? Liora likes it big, huh? No wonder she’s soaked for Krag,” Dane purred, his fingers speeding up, curling inside her tight cunt, stroking the girl’s g-spot, her moans growing louder, more desperate. “Now Krag’s running in, swinging his huge-ass axe, fucking up that dragon big-time. He’s ripping through scales, tearing it apart, blood and fire everywhere.” He rolled a die without looking and shot Trevor a look that dared him to argue. “Krag’s killing this bitch in one hit, right?”
Trevor swallowed hard, nodding like his life depended on it. “Y-yeah, Krag ... Krag lands the killing blow. The dragon’s dead.” His voice was barely a whisper, his eyes darting to Ellie’s writhing body, her groans filling the room as Dane’s fingers pushed her to the edge.
Dane timed it perfectly, his fingers pumping faster, his thumb grinding her clit as he leaned into her ear, his voice a husky taunt. “Krag’s victorious, sweetheart. Feel that?” His fingers slammed deep, and Ellie’s body shuddered, her shriek of ecstasy piercing the classroom as her pussy gushed over his hand, her orgasm crashing through her like a tidal wave. Her hips bucked, her tits heaving under her sweater, her thick glasses nearly falling off as she clutched Dane’s arm, her nails digging into his skin. The nerds stared, jaws slack, their simping useless against Dane’s dominance.