Academy's Pervert in the D Class

Her eyes shot daggers at him.

But despite all that anger—

"Release me," she said. Her voice was composed despite the situation.

Slightly rougher than before.

"Release me and I’ll let you walk out of here. No pursuit. No consequence. You have my word as—"

"No," Lor said.

She looked at him.

He met her gaze with an expression of mild, genuine regret.

"Did you forget, Princess? That you tried to kill me," he said, and groped her breasts.

Both hands came up and filled themselves with the soft, heavy weight of her breasts, squeezing, lifting, feeling the way the flesh overflowed his palms.

His thumbs brushed the stiffened nipples through the wet sheer fabric, circling them slowly, watching them harden further under the attention.

"Lor—"

"I don’t think I’ll be releasing you just yet."

She held his gaze for a long moment. The warmth in her expression had a different quality now — less assured, more careful. She was recalculating.

He stepped closer.

His shadow fell on her.

"Now," he said, "it’s my turn to play."

He reached out and gave her ass cheeks a gentle rub, the soft undersides where they met her thighs, the flesh warm and yielding under his palms.

"Don’t—" she started.

He stepped back, grinning.

Then he brought his palm down in a sharp spank against the exposed curve of her hip and the soft side of her ass.

The sound cracked through the dungeon.

"Lor." Her voice dropped a full register. The warmth was entirely gone. "I am Aurora."

"So what."

"I am the Princess of this kingdom. I will have you—"

Spank

Another spank, same spot, same force. The soft flesh jiggled under the impact, a faint pink already blooming.

"—executed—"

Another.

Harder. Her heavy breasts swayed with the jolt of her body against the stone restraints.

"—I will have every member of your—"

He spanked the other side, watching the full cheek ripple.

"—FAMILY—"

He waited.

"—hunted," she finished, breathing harder, her silver braid completely loose now, hair falling around her shoulders.

Her eyes were blazing. It was the most expression he had seen on her face since she’d walked into the room.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, the sheer bra doing nothing to hide the way her nipples had tightened into hard peaks.

"You have a very good threat voice," Lor said admiringly. "Very commanding. Very princess-y."

She stared at him.

"You filthy, low-born scum," she spat, voice low and venomous, the polished court diction cracking under raw fury.

Lor didn’t care. He only grinned wider, the expression lazy and almost fond as he reached down and freed himself.

His cock sprang out thick and hard, the heavy shaft already flushed dark, veins standing stark along the length.

The head was swollen, glistening faintly at the tip, and it pointed straight toward the soft, lace-covered mound between her forced-open thighs.

The size of it made the distance between them feel smaller than it was.

Aurora’s eyes widened. The color drained from her face for half a second before the anger returned twice as fierce.

"Don’t you dare bring that disgusting thing near me," she snarled. "I will chop it off myself. I will cut that filthy cock from your body and make you watch while I—"

Lor ignored the rest.

He reached out with two fingers and rubbed her once, firmly, right over the stretched lace of her panties. The fabric was already warm.

Slightly damp.

He pressed the pads of his fingers against the soft lips beneath, tracing the outline of her pussy through the thin material, feeling the delicate seam and the way it yielded under even that light pressure.

A single stroke from the base of her mound up to where her clit hid, then back down again.

Aurora’s breath hitched hard.

Then he stepped in closer, one hand wrapping around the base of his cock, and began to slide the thick head slowly along the same path his fingers had just taken.

"You disgusting, common trash. I will have your cock cut off and fed to the palace dogs. I will have your entire worthless bloodline erased. You worm. You insect. You—"

The hot, heavy glans dragged over the lace.

Up. Down. Slow.

He pressed just enough that the soft lips parted slightly under the fabric, letting the head nestle into the warm cleft for a moment before he dragged it away again.

The friction was gentle, the kind that made the lace cling and shift with every pass.

Pre cume smeared across the dark material in a glossy streak, making it stick tighter to her folds.

"Stop," she said, voice already less steady. "Stop that. Take it away. I order you—"

He kept sliding.

The broad head of his cock rubbed over her clit through the panties, circling once, twice, then dragged lower again so the entire shaft could press flat against her covered pussy.

He rocked his hips in a slow, shallow grind, letting the thick length drag from base to tip along her softest place.

Her heavy breasts swayed with the slight motion of her restrained body.

He reached up with his free hand and cupped one, squeezing the soft weight, thumb circling the stiff nipple through the sheer, wet bra until it peaked harder.

"Pig," she hissed, but the word came out thinner. "You low-born scum—stop—don’t—"

He pinched the nipple between finger and thumb, rolling it while his cock kept rubbing, kept grinding, the lace growing darker and wetter with every slow stroke.

Her thighs trembled in the stone restraints.

A soft, involuntary sound escaped her throat when the head of his cock caught just right against her clit and stayed there for a long, deliberate press.

He played with both breasts now—squeezing, lifting, letting the heavy flesh spill between his fingers, pinching the nipples until they stood out dark and tight against the translucent fabric.

All the while his cock never stopped its slow, filthy slide over her panties, coating the lace in a shiny mess of pre cum, making the material cling obscenely to every soft fold.

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