The Twin Teachers Drawn In II (Ilien & Idrien Ksakru) (9)
He pinched and stretched the perky, twitching nipples, pondering how best to break this proud elf so her submission would be even more delicious. Twisting the pink buds between his fingers, he watched them react.
“Aah! Ngh, uuuht…!! Kuh, s-stop… Hiiiik!”
“Such wonderful sensitivity. How often did you play with these breasts while masturbating? You’re already dripping just from me pulling on them.”
Every time he squeezed her nipples hard, her body jolted as if struck by electricity. Her inner walls writhed and clenched, silently begging Marei for even greater pleasure. Yet she still cried out sharply, shaking her head desperately while panting with arousal.
Marei savored her adorable resistance and continued tormenting the quivering peaks.
“Do you like it, Idrien?”
Instead of answering, Idrien thrashed her head from side to side, struggling to endure the onslaught. Each time his fingers kneaded and pinched her nipples, her body shook like a bitch in heat. Marei drank in the sight and drove his cock deeper.
“Ugh… W-wait… Just a second…! Uaa… Aaaah… Heut…!”
The instant his shaft plunged into her soaking folds, Idrien’s back arched violently. Her chin tilted toward the ceiling as her entire body shuddered.
“You came. Why didn’t you tell me? This is part of our pact, remember? You must announce it every single time. Understood?”
“Haa… Haa… Haa… I came… I came…”
A massive gush of fluid surged out around the embedded cock, strong enough to push it outward. When Marei immediately thrust back in, even more clear nectar sprayed from their joined flesh. The liquid spilled across the desk in long, glistening trails before dripping onto the floor.
Her sweat-drenched body, the messy union of their sexes, and the pubic hair matted with juices all sparkled under the thin rays of sunlight slipping through the window.
“Don’t look…! Don’t look at me…! Uht, aaaaaah…”
Even as waves of pleasure crashed over her like a storm, Idrien refused to break. The harder she panted and spat out those humiliated protests, the more fiercely she struggled, the more it stoked Marei’s dark, possessive hunger.
How should I ruin this beauty? How can I make her willingly call herself my pet, just like Ilien?
“…Now it’s your turn to move, Idrien.”
“Kuh… Uung… I-I’ll move… Just… just a moment… Hiiiit!!”
Seeing his naughty lover try to catch her breath after he had ordered her to move, Marei punished her depths once more with his massive length. Idrien let out a trembling sigh and slowly began rolling her hips.
Squelch… Squelch… Squelch… Squelch…
“Uht, uut, huuung… Aah, guuuht…!”
With every roll of her waist, sticky fluids churned and overflowed from their union.
“Harder. I want to watch you shake your hips when I fill you with my first creampie.”
“Kkh… Inside… inside…”
“Didn’t I tell you to keep moving?”
He gently stroked the slight bulge in her lower belly. Feeling his own hand through her skin, Marei let out a pleased groan.
“…Heut… Uht, uht, aaaaah, aaah, inside… inside… Uung…!”
Following his commands, her movements grew fiercer. After a while, the lewd sound of slapping flesh—her ass and thighs colliding with his smaller frame—filled the room.
“Swing your hips more. Huu… Draw circles with them… Yes, just like that…”
“Aah, I’m… I’m going to… Huuuut… Aaaaaah, aaah! Khuuuht…!”
The last wall of resistance had already crumbled. Idrien slammed her hips down until her cervix kissed his tip, then pulled back by gripping her own thighs before thrusting forward again, swallowing him to the root.
“You’d be excellent in cowgirl position too. I’m looking forward to it. Put more strength in your core. Yes, like that… Ah, wonderful…”
“Huuuu… Yes… Yes… Uht, uht… Aaat, I’m really… really going to…”
Every demand Marei made, Idrien obeyed faithfully. Their sexes ground together violently, feeding fresh waves of ecstasy. Having already come lightly while impaled on him, her body—now freed from pain—grew even more sensitive, squeezing his cock with rhythmic hunger.
“I’m cuuuumming…! Kuhuhut… No, if you move…! If you move… Aaaaat!! I’m losing it, I’m going insane…!”
“When you get home and think of me, you’ll have no choice but to masturbate. I’ll make you feel so good you’ll never forget it—like Ren.”
Marei seized her trembling waist and began thrusting wildly. Unlike before, when only one of them moved, Idrien’s hips now jerked awkwardly in response to his savage rhythm. Like a beast in rut, he ravaged her insides.
“Does it feel good? Tell me the truth. That’s an order.”
“Aat, ahng… Aut… It f-feels good… I like… sex… Huuuuht… Hiit…!”
With Marei’s violent movements, not only her plump ass but her thick thighs slammed against his childish frame, producing wet, obscene sounds of flesh merging. Like a male marking his territory, his fierce thrusts pumped pleasure into her without pause. Her heavy breasts bounced in opposing rhythms, jiggling up and down and teasing his senses.
“I’ll make it even better. I’ll ruin you so you can’t live without my cock. Think of me as your lover. Masturbate while remembering me instead of Ren. Call my name while you cum…!”
Squelch, squelch, squish, squelch, squelch, squish, smack, smack, smack…!
With hip movements impossible for a child, Marei brutally drove his enormous shaft into her, completely conquering Idrien’s body. Seeing the older woman wrap her legs around his small waist and pull him in tight, Marei grinned wickedly.
Thrust, squelch, thrust, schluurp, plunge, squelch, thrust, squish, thrust…!
The thick, rigid cock speared her deepest parts like a lance, then twisted in circles to scrape her walls before dragging back out.
“Uung, aah, ahng… U… Uht… Uhuuuu… Ung…!”
“If you submit to me and become my pet instead of my lover, I’ll call Ren over too. I’ll raise both of you.”
“Guuuht…! What… what are you… Heut…!”
Her womb was slowly descending, pressing tightly against his glans as if begging to be pierced. Marei slammed his hips even harder toward that greedy cervix while cheerfully recounting the scheme Ilien and Labella had cooked up.
“Wasn’t that the condition? If you want to protect your sister, you’d better try hard. I don’t know if it’ll mean anything, but aren’t you curious? I’m dying to know how long you can hold out. Ah, that’s good… Come with me to the festival in the duchy next time. I need a new meat toilet to use in Ren’s place.”
“Hu… Huuuut…! You filthy… Hiiit…!”
As she tried to deny him, Marei’s cock drove deep once more. Idrien let out a broken moan and shuddered violently.
“Huu… I’m satisfied for now.”
With a wet schluurp, Marei pulled his cock free. Her stretched folds snapped shut immediately, but not before a thick stream of cloudy semen poured out and soaked the desk again.
“I’d like to keep going, but… there’s always tomorrow. I have an appointment, so I should go.”
Slap!
He gave her upturned ass a light smack as she lay half-sprawled across the desk. Her body convulsed, and another spurt of semen leaked from her clenched pussy.
“You should thank me, shouldn’t you?”
“Huu… Huu… Huu…”
After countless orgasms and the strange, heavy feeling of semen filling her belly, Idrien was in no state to respond. Her body, so overheated that even breathing made her tremble, refused to cool down. It kept begging her fading reason for even harsher pleasure.
“Idrien?”
Every time Marei’s breath brushed her skin, her body shuddered and pushed out more of his seed. That slender, pre-pubescent voice seemed to melt her ears.
“Idrien. Where are your manners?”
“Uuu… Tha… nk… you… Thank… you…”
Just once more. Her body tried to speak on its own. Idrien barely clung to her sanity as it threatened to fly away and suppressed the carnal instinct that had gone mad with lust. If she hesitated even a second longer, she knew she would beg him to fuck her again. So she had no choice but to give the answer he wanted without resistance.
“Black underwear is fine, but tomorrow wear something that can seduce a man even better. If I like it, I’ll spoil you in all the positions you want and treat you like the cutest little thing.”
Marei patted the waist of the sweat-drenched teacher who lay there panting, then repeated the exact words Ilien had told him to say. He straightened his clothes and left the laboratory.
Creeeeak.
“Huuuk…!”
The moment the door shut, Idrien’s body trembled again. Her still-burning flesh begged for more pleasure, and she could no longer hold back the sobs of shame and humiliation leaking from her throat.
While Idrien broke down in tears, defeated by pleasure once more as her hand crept shamefully toward her dripping sex, Marei hurried down the corridor.
“Marei~ Over here~ Here~”
At the familiar voice he looked around. Ilien was waving from one side of the hallway, calling his name. Every time students passing by greeted her, she answered them warmly by name, but her eyes never left Marei.
“Sorry~ I have plans with one of my students!”
A group of girls tried to coax her into eating lunch with them, but Ilien made an apologetic face and gently turned them down. After a brief, cheerful exchange—clearly not the first time they had asked her to join them—she watched the chattering group leave and finally stood before Marei.
“Sniff… Hmm… Shall we head to the lab first?”
Her expression darkened briefly at the familiar scent, but Ilien quickly beamed at him again. When they reached the building that housed the labs, the halls were empty despite it being lunchtime. Before he knew it she had slipped her fingers between his, lacing them together. Marei accepted her affectionate gesture with open delight.
“I told you that if you don’t have morning classes you can rest at home. Then I received a call from Lady Labella saying you’d come to school. I was so excited wondering if you might come find me, but uuuu…”
Once inside the lab, Ilien pulled Marei into a tight hug and complained in a sulky voice.
“I was hoping you’d train that fully heated bitch for me… but you only pampered Idrien the whole time…”
She buried her nose in his hair, sniffing and rubbing her face against him. Marei looked up at her in surprise. There wasn’t the slightest trace of anger in her eyes—only warm, tender affection.
“I thought you’d be furious because of your little sister…”
“Hmm… Honestly, I am a little angry with you, and I do feel sorry for Idrien. But it’s all right.”
Still holding his waist, Ilien sat down on the bed. The awkward atmosphere left Marei unsure what to say. Ilien pressed her nose against his neck, inhaling his scent, then spoke carefully.
“Idrien was the disciple of my former master.”
Having opened the topic, Ilien continued.
“The closer elves are to high-elf blood, the lower their birth rate becomes. When Mother gave birth to me and Idrien, the queen herself came to bestow a blessing. Well, that part isn’t important right now… Anyway, Father went to great lengths to invite our ‘former’ master and have him teach us magic.”
Her voice was thick with old emotions—sorrow, longing, and a calm, bittersweet smile. Marei gently stroked her cheek. Ilien smiled softly and kept speaking.
“Idrien was a real tomboy when we were little. She skipped classes constantly and never studied. So in the end, it became something like private lessons between that person, me, and her. I was genuinely interested in magic and found it fun, so I studied hard.”
Ilien continued with light, nostalgic stories: how she had first mistaken their master for a man because he had no breasts, or the sensation she felt when she first cast a spell. The content itself wasn’t particularly fascinating, yet the tender tone of her voice held Marei completely captive.
“Around the time I began to be called an apprentice mage, Idrien finally started showing interest. I taught her a few basic spells and she picked them up right away. I didn’t think much of it at the time. But when our master saw Idrien—who had never attended a single class—using magic, he asked me what had happened. I simply told him the truth: that I had taught her the previous week.”
Ilien let out a long, heavy sigh.