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The afternoon had gone so slowly that Wise almost did not trust it.
Random Play was open, technically, but the store had settled into that lazy middle-of-the-day lull where the shelves looked more awake than the customers. Sunlight filtered through the front windows in soft rectangular bars, warming the floor between the rental aisles and catching on the plastic covers of old tapes. The air conditioner hummed quietly overhead. Somewhere near the counter, Bangboo 18 stood at its post with the solemn dedication of an employee who could not be distracted by boredom, while Bangboo 6 shuffled near one of the display racks as if reorganizing the same row for the third time counted as meaningful labor. Eous sat nearby, occasionally turning its round little head with that blank, watchful face that somehow managed to look both adorable and judgmental.
Wise leaned against the upstairs railing for a moment and looked down at the empty shop.
No customers. No urgent commissions. No phone calls from clients pretending that a “small favor” did not mean “life-threatening Hollow nonsense.” Most of the recent work had already been cleared, the rental returns were logged, and even Fairy had been quiet for long enough that Wise briefly considered checking whether she had crashed or was merely planning something. It was one of those rare days when the world had stopped grabbing him by the collar and dragging him toward a problem.
He did not know what to do with that.
Belle would have known immediately. Belle had a supernatural gift for filling empty time with noise, snacks, questionable movies, and at least one idea that began with “hear me out” and ended with Wise regretting that he had, in fact, heard her out. But Belle was out with Ellen and her friends, so that she wouldn't be back until later, and Random Play felt unusually quiet without her voice echoing through the building.
Wise considered watching something.
He even glanced toward the shelf downstairs where a few new tapes had come in, but the thought barely lasted five seconds before memory stepped in. The last time he had watched a tape without Belle around, she had given him an earful for “betraying the sacred sibling viewing order,” then complained for nearly an hour. However, she had fallen asleep halfway through the movie the next day anyway.
Wise chuckled under his breath.
“Nope,” he murmured to himself. “Not doing that again.”
He shifted away from the railing, but his mind did not immediately find another task. That was the problem with quiet days. Once the chores were finished and business stayed slow, all the things he usually kept packed beneath schedules and commissions began to stretch inside him. He had slept enough. He had eaten. He had already checked messages twice. Belle was not around. Nobody needed him for anything urgent.
And his body, very inconveniently, remembered that he had not had a private moment in a while.
The thought came softly at first, almost practical, then landed with enough heat that Wise cleared his throat despite being alone upstairs. He had been busy. Too busy. Between Random Play, Hollow work, Belle’s schedule, and the constant rotation of people passing through their lives, the simple act of getting a little time alone had somehow become complicated.
His mind, unhelpful as always, drifted toward Nicole.
That memory came with pink hair, a sly smile, a confident little tilt of her head, and the particular way Nicole could act as if everything she did were part of a negotiation, even when her face had flushed, and her voice had started to slip. Wise stopped that thought before it could get too vivid, but not before warmth rose across his cheeks.
He rubbed a hand over his face and exhaled.
“Great,” he muttered. “That’s where my brain went.”
He checked downstairs again.
The shop remained empty except for the Bangboo staff. Bangboo 18 faced the counter. Bangboo 6 was still busy with the shelves. Eous looked in his general direction, but He always did eventually, and Wise refused to feel judged by a Bangboo for having normal adult needs.
Still, he waited another few seconds.
No footsteps outside. No bell at the door. No Belle barreling in with a drink in one hand and a story in the other. No customer wandering in to ask whether they had a movie whose title they could not remember, starring an actor whose name they also could not remember, with a cover that was “kind of blue maybe.”
Wise turned and headed for his room.
His room was quieter than the store below, cleaner in the way Belle’s side of any shared living space never managed to be. The bed was made, not perfectly, but close enough. His desk held a neat computer setup, a few small personal items, and the kind of controlled clutter that came from someone who actually knew where everything was. The afternoon light reached in through the window and softened across the floor, brushing over his chair, the edge of the bed, and the sneakers lined with more care than Belle had ever understood.
Wise closed the door behind him.
He did not lock it.
That would matter later.
At the time, it did not even occur to him. Belle was out. The store was empty. The Bangboo could handle the front for a few minutes, and if anyone actually came in, the bell downstairs would announce them loudly enough. Wise crossed to the bed, sat down near the edge, and pulled his phone from his pocket. A little hesitation caught in his thumb before he opened the message folder.
Astra Yao’s name sat near the top.
That alone made him pause.
Astra had sent it privately, just to him, with no Belle attached to the thread, which made the whole thing feel more dangerous than it probably should have. The newest image loaded first. Wise stared at it for a long second, then immediately looked away as if that would somehow make him less guilty.
It did not.
The picture was unmistakably from some summer-prep fitting: Astra in a white-and-black frilled swimsuit that barely pretended to be innocent, hat tilted over dark hair, phone lifted in one hand, her smile bright and teasing enough that Wise could almost hear the laugh behind it. The swimsuit clung to her curves in a way that made the word “vacation” feel like a threat, with thin straps, ruffled edges, and enough exposed skin glistening as if she had already stepped out of pool water. It was playful. It was glamorous. It was very Astra, which somehow made it worse.
The caption beneath it was simple.
For the trip. What do you think, Wise?
Wise swallowed.
He put on his headphones.
The voice memo started with a soft little hum from Astra, close to the mic, warm enough to immediately curl down his spine. She did not say anything too direct at first. That was part of the problem. Astra had a performer’s instinct for pacing, and even in a private message, her voice moved like a song, deciding whether it wanted to become a confession. She teased him about being too serious, about needing to relax before summer, about wondering whether he would look away or keep looking if she wore that swimsuit in front of him.
Wise’s hand tightened around the phone.
The sound of her voice slid through the headphones, low and intimate, threaded with soft laughter and pauses that felt deliberately placed. She said his name once, gently, and the way it brushed his ear made heat rise quickly beneath his skin. He leaned back against the bed, breathing out through his nose, eyes flicking back to the picture despite himself.
His free hand moved to his pants.
The zipper sounded too loud in the quiet room.
Wise paused, glanced once toward the door, then let the nervousness pass. He shifted on the bed, pushed his jeans and underwear down just enough to free himself, and wrapped his hand around his half-hard cock. The first slow stroke pulled a quiet breath out of him. He looked back at the image, Astra’s glossy smile and bare, swimsuit-framed body filling the screen while her voice kept pouring into his ears with that soft, teasing warmth.
His cock thickened in his grip.
Wise’s shoulders relaxed by degrees as he stroked himself slowly, palm sliding from base to head, pressure steady but unhurried. The room seemed to narrow around the sensation: the warmth of his hand, the soft rasp of fabric around his thighs, the weight of the phone in his other hand, Astra’s voice brushing close through the headphones. He tried not to rush it. He had time. That was the point. For once, no one needed him, no crisis was waiting, and no customer was downstairs asking for the impossible.
He stroked again, a little firmer.
Astra laughed softly in the memo, her voice dropping into something breathier as she asked whether he was still listening carefully. Wise’s jaw tensed. His thumb brushed along the slick bead gathering at the tip, spreading it down with the next glide of his hand. Heat pulsed low in his stomach. His hips shifted slightly into his own grip, not enough to lose control, just enough for the pleasure to build with a slow, mounting pressure.
Downstairs, the bell over Random Play’s front door chimed.
Wise did not hear it.
A few minutes earlier, Vivian Banshee had stepped onto Sixth Street with the kind of purpose usually reserved for religious pilgrimages, emergency rescues, or deeply unstable romantic decisions.
In her mind, this was all three.
She moved toward Random Play, her parasol held elegantly at her side, pale lavender hair flowing behind her in soft, shining waves. The afternoon light caught the curled pieces near her chest and the dark bow ornaments framing her head, making her look almost too delicate for the intensity in her red eyes. Her pointed ears tilted forward with anticipation, and every step carried the refined grace of a Mockingbird agent trying very hard not to look like she had been rehearsing this visit for days.
She had heard Lord Phaethon was back on Sixth Street.
How long had it been since she had seen him properly? Too long. An unforgivable span of time, really. A tragedy. A personal failing. How could she, Vivian Banshee, devoted admirer and absolutely normal supporter of Lord Phaethon, allow herself to remain away when the great man himself had returned to Random Play? What if he needed assistance? What if he required moral support? What if he looked at her and said her name with that calm voice of his?
Vivian’s cheeks turned pink before she even reached the door.
She cleared her throat, straightened, and tried to recover her dignity.
Her outfit did not make dignity difficult; it made restraint difficult. The white ruffled bodice hugged her chest elegantly, but the side cutouts left warm skin exposed along the outer curve of her breasts, framed by black trim and straps that made the reveal look intentional in the most dangerous way. A black ribbon with a purple gem sat at her throat, neat and refined above the fitted bodice. Her wide, black, corset-like belt cinched her waist, silver diamond ornaments hanging from its layered structure, while her short white-and-black skirt shifted with each step, flashing purple lining beneath the panels. Dark sheer thigh-highs clung to her legs with patterned trim, and her glossy black nails curled around the handle of her parasol.
She looked composed.
Inside, she was not.
“Today,” Vivian murmured to herself, eyes shining, “I will greet Lord Phaethon properly. Calmly. Elegantly. Without embarrassing myself.”
She entered Random Play.
The store bell chimed above her head.
Vivian lifted her chin, ready to offer the kind of graceful greeting she had absolutely not practiced in front of a mirror.
“Good afternoon, Lord Phae—”
She stopped.
The counter was empty.
No Wise. No Belle. Lord Phaethon was standing there in his dark jacket with that calm, unassuming expression that made Vivian’s heart behave like a malfunctioning Bangboo. Only Bangboo 18 stood at the front, looking up at her with its round face and staff uniform, while Bangboo 6 shuffled quietly near the shelves. Eous was nearby as well, still and observant.
Vivian blinked.
“Oh,” she said softly. “Pardon me.”
She bowed to Bangboo 18.
Bangboo 18 started.
Vivian took that as permission.
“If Lord Phaethon is occupied, I shall wait. Or perhaps announce myself. Or perhaps confirm his well-being, as any loyal supporter should.” Her lips curved with reverent seriousness. “Yes. That is perfectly reasonable.”
The Bangboo did not stop her.
That was also permission, clearly.
Vivian slipped past the counter area and made her way toward the stairs, parasol held close so it would not bump the shelves. Her heart quickened with every step upward. Random Play’s public warmth faded behind her, replaced by the more private quiet of the living space above. The air felt different up here. More intimate. More dangerous. This was not just the store. This was where Lord Phaethon lived, breathed, rested, perhaps even allowed himself to be tired when no one else could see.
Vivian pressed one hand lightly to her chest.
“Calmly,” she whispered.
Then she heard something.
A low sound. Muffled. Human.
Vivian paused at the top of the stairs.
Her pointed ears angled toward the hallway, catching another quiet breath, then the faintest creak from a room nearby. Her brows drew together with concern first, because her devotion might have been intense, but it was not careless. If Lord Phaethon was hurt, exhausted, or in trouble, then she needed to know. She stepped closer, carefully, silently, following the sound until she reached Wise’s door.
Another muffled sound came from inside.
Vivian’s fingers tightened around her parasol.
“Lord Phaethon?” she called softly. “Is everything okay?”
No answer.
The sound inside continued, quiet and rhythmic beneath the closed door.
Vivian’s concern sharpened.
“Lord Phaethon?” she repeated, a little louder.
Still nothing.
She opened the door.
“Lord Phaethon, I—”
The words died.
Wise was on the bed.
For one frozen second, the room held perfectly still except for the soft voice leaking through his headphones and the small movement of his hand wrapped around himself. His jeans were pushed down, his jacket rumpled open, his face flushed in a way Vivian had never seen before. His phone rested in his other hand, screen bright with the swimsuit image he had been staring at, and his headphones kept him sealed away from the world for half a heartbeat longer.
Vivian’s red eyes went wide.
Her mouth parted.
The parasol slipped from her hand and hit the floor with a dull, elegant clatter that felt impossibly loud.
Wise finally heard that.
His hand stopped.
He pulled one side of the headphones off and turned his head.
Their eyes met.
For another second, neither of them moved.
Vivian stood in the doorway with both hands rising toward her mouth, fingers trembling near her lips, glossy black nails catching the afternoon light. Her face had gone scarlet from cheeks to ears, the blush spreading so fast it looked almost painful. Her gaze flicked down once before snapping back up to his face, but that single glance had been enough. Her whole body seemed to lock in place, shoulders drawn tight, parasol abandoned at her feet, lips shaking around words that refused to come out properly.
“L-Lord Phaethon...” she stuttered.
Wise’s entire body went hot with panic.
“Vivian?”
He scrambled upright too quickly, nearly dropping his phone in the process. The voice memo kept playing faintly through the displaced headphones, Astra’s warm, teasing murmur spilling into the room as a soft, damning whisper before Wise fumbled to pause it. His other hand moved instinctively to cover himself. At the same time, he twisted away, jeans still around his thighs, composure shattering so completely that even Fairy would have needed a second to calculate the damage.
“What are you—” His voice cracked slightly, and he cleared his throat hard. “Why are you upstairs?”
Vivian did not answer immediately.
She looked like she had walked into a sacred chamber and found the idol breathing.
Her fingers pressed lightly over her mouth now, but they did nothing to hide her expression. Shock, embarrassment, reverence, and something much more dangerous tangled across her face until she looked almost dizzy with it. Her red eyes kept trying to stay respectfully on Wise’s face and failing by tiny, humiliating degrees. Every time they dipped, her blush deepened, and every time she forced them back up, she looked even more shaken.
“I-I heard a sound,” she whispered. “I thought something was wrong with you, Lord Phaethon.”
Wise stared at her, breathing hard, still flushed to the tips of his ears.
“Something is very wrong now,” he muttered.
Vivian made a tiny, strangled noise behind her fingers.
Wise realized what he had said and immediately looked as if he wanted the floor to open beneath him.
“That’s not what I meant.” He squeezed his eyes shut for half a second, then opened them again, trying desperately to rebuild one usable piece of dignity. “The shop is closed—well, not closed, but slow—and Belle isn’t here, and I thought no one was coming upstairs.”
“I knocked,” Vivian said weakly.
“You opened the door.”
“You did not answer.”
“I had headphones on.”
“Yes,” she breathed, her eyes flicking once toward them. “I see that now.”
The silence after that stretched unbearably.
Downstairs, a Bangboo made a distant mechanical chirp.
Wise’s phone screen dimmed in his hand, but not before Vivian’s eyes caught the image on it again. The swimsuit. Astra’s smile. The private message. Vivian’s lips parted behind her fingers, and something in her expression shifted. Not anger. Not disgust. Something closer to wounded awe, like she had discovered Lord Phaethon possessed normal human desire and was now trying to decide whether that made him less divine or far, far worse for her sanity.
Vivian swallowed.
Her fingers hovered near her mouth, glossy black nails trembling just slightly beneath the pressure of her own embarrassment. Her red eyes flicked from Wise’s face to the phone, then down again before she snapped them away with a sharp little inhale. The motion was fast, but not fast enough for either of them to pretend she had not seen everything. Wise sat frozen on the bed, headphones crooked around his neck, jacket loose around his shoulders, jeans pushed down enough to make the situation impossible to soften. His hand had stopped moving, but the heat in his face only spread worse the longer the silence lasted.
“I...” Vivian’s voice came out smaller than usual, stripped of all the elegant confidence she had clearly brought into Random Play with her. “I am so sorry, Lord Phaethon. I should have knocked louder.”
Wise blinked once, still too stunned to form a good answer.
Vivian’s gaze slipped again before she could stop it.
Her blush deepened instantly. She turned her face to the side, eyes landing somewhere near the floor beside the door rather than on him, though the awareness in her expression made it obvious that the image of him was burned into her mind now. Her lips trembled around the next words, and when she finally forced them out, they sounded as if she was trying to stay respectful while every thought she owned fell down a flight of stairs.
“I did not mean to interrupt you while you were, um...” She inhaled, shoulders rising under the tension. “P-pleasing yourself.”
Wise’s face went red all over again.
He dragged one hand up to the back of his head, fingers slipping into silver-gray hair as if he could physically scratch his way back into a normal afternoon. It did not work. His cock remained exposed, still half-hard and twitching faintly from the ruined momentum of Astra’s voice memo, while Vivian stood in his doorway with her parasol at her feet and her entire body locked in flustered reverence.
“It’s okay,” Wise managed, voice strained but not angry. “I should have closed the door properly. Or locked it. Or, you know, remembered that Random Play is technically still open.”
Vivian nodded quickly, but the movement only made the curled lavender pieces of her hair sway against her chest. The black ribbon at her throat shifted over the white ruffles of her bodice, and the purple gem caught a blink of afternoon light. She looked away so hard that Wise almost felt bad for her, except he was the one sitting there with his pants down, which made feeling bad for anyone else extremely difficult.
The silence stretched.
Neither of them moved.
Vivian stood just inside the doorway, one hand still near her mouth, the other stiff at her side. Wise sat on the edge of his bed with his phone locked in one hand, headphones around his neck, and the most humiliating kind of clarity settling over him in slow, awful layers. He needed to fix this. The reasonable thing was obvious: put himself away, pull his pants up, clear his throat, and have whatever deeply awkward conversation Vivian had accidentally forced into existence.
His hand shifted toward his jeans.
Vivian noticed.
Her mouth opened before her courage seemed ready.
“W-Would you like some help with that?”
Wise’s eyes snapped open wider.
His hand froze halfway to his waistband.
For one full second, he stared at her, because the words had reached him perfectly clearly and still made no sense in the room. Vivian’s face was scarlet, her eyes not quite meeting his, one foot angled as if part of her wanted to retreat while the rest of her had planted itself there through the sheer power of devotion. Her gaze kept dropping toward him and then skittering away again, landing on the floorboards beside her parasol, the wall near his desk, the corner of his bed, anywhere that was not directly his face or directly his cock for more than a heartbeat.
“What did you just ask?” Wise said.
Vivian’s lips pressed together.
The embarrassment in her expression shook for a moment, then something firmer rose under it. It was not confidence exactly. It was devotion pretending to be confidence and doing a worryingly effective job.
“I asked,” she said, still not quite looking him in the eyes, “whether you would like some help, Lord Phaethon.”
Wise stared at her.
The room was too quiet. The soft afternoon light coming through the window made everything look painfully ordinary, which somehow made Vivian’s offer feel even more unreal. His desk was still neat. His bed was still half-made. The faint sounds of Bangboo's movement downstairs still carried up through the building. Nothing about the world had changed except Vivian Banshee had just walked in on him jerking off and, apparently, volunteered.
“You don’t need to do that,” Wise said quickly. “It’s okay. Really. This is awkward, but it’s not a big deal. I’ll just—”
“It is a big deal.”
He stopped.
Vivian lifted her head.
Her cheeks were still bright red, but her eyes had sharpened with that same overwhelming sincerity she always had when Phaethon was involved. That was the dangerous thing about Vivian. She could look delicate, almost doll-like, with her pale lavender hair, red eyes, ruffled white sleeves, and elegant black-and-purple outfit, but the second her devotion found a target, she became immovable. Wise had seen her fight with that intensity. He had not expected to see it aimed at this.
“You were clearly pent up,” Vivian said, voice soft but increasingly determined. “And alone. And trying to tend to yourself in private because you did not wish to trouble anyone. That is noble, Lord Phaethon, but it is not healthy to let your burdens build without relief.”
Wise’s mouth opened.
Nothing came out.
Vivian took half a step into the room, then stopped herself as if trying to remain respectful. Her fingers curled against her palm. The large side cutouts of her white bodice framed the exposed skin along the outer curves of her breasts as she moved, the black trim and straps drawing attention to the warmth of her body despite the outfit's stiff elegance. She seemed completely unaware of how much worse she was making things just by standing there and talking about his “relief” like it was a sacred duty.
“I have no problem helping you,” she continued, blush trembling at the edges of her composure. “Truly. If Lord Phaethon needs release, then it is only natural that someone devoted to him would offer assistance.”
Wise rubbed the back of his head harder, a bead of sweat sliding near his temple.
“Vivian,” he said carefully, “you understand why that sounds like a lot, right?”
She nodded with grave seriousness.
“Yes. Your needs deserve to be treated with proper reverence.”
“That is not what I meant.”
Her face flushed deeper, but she did not back down. “Then I will answer what you are actually worried about. You are not forcing me. You did not ask me. You did not command me. I am offering because I want to.”
Wise looked away for a second, jaw working as he tried to make sense of the situation without letting his eyes keep catching on her. It was hard. Vivian was standing in his room in that elegant, provocative outfit, looking embarrassed and earnest and catastrophically down bad all at once. Her parasol lay forgotten on the floor beside her. Her hands trembled with nerves, but her voice had the terrifying steadiness of someone who had already decided that pleasing him would be an honor.
“Sometimes,” Wise muttered, almost to himself, “I forget how willing you are to do... a lot of things.”
Vivian’s eyes brightened.
“For Lord Phaethon, yes.”
“That was not supposed to encourage you.”
“I know,” she said, and somehow looked even happier.
Wise inhaled slowly, then exhaled through his nose. He forced his shoulders to settle, trying to pull himself back into some version of calm because Vivian deserved more than him just stammering in panic while half-dressed on his own bed. The situation was absurd, yes, but she was still looking at him with trust under all that worship, and that mattered.
He met her eyes.
“Are you sure?” Wise asked, voice lower now, steadier. “I need you actually to be sure, Vivian. Not because you think you owe me anything. Not because of Phaethon. Not because you think this is some service you’re supposed to provide. If you’re uncomfortable at all, we stop here, I get dressed, and we pretend this was just an incredibly awkward accident.”
Vivian listened without interrupting.
The blush on her cheeks softened, but it did not disappear. If anything, the care in his voice made her look more affected than the sight of him had. Her expression shifted from flustered shock into something almost tender, red eyes warm and shining as she clasped her hands near her chest.
“I am sure,” she said. “I want to help you. I want to please you. And I would be honored if you allowed me to be the one who does.”
Wise’s throat moved with a swallow.
Vivian’s gaze lowered again, but this time she did not jerk it away immediately. Her eyes lingered for one trembling second before she forced them back to his face, lips parted, breath unsteady. “You have my full permission to use me however you see fit to please yourself, Lord Phaethon.”
Wise choked slightly on his own breath.
“We won’t have to go that far,” he said, too fast. Then, because that sounded worse, he added, “Hopefully. I mean—no, not hopefully like that. I mean, I want you to feel good too. This isn’t just about me.”
Vivian’s mouth parted.
For a moment, she looked almost overwhelmed.
Then she smiled.
It was small and shy at first, but the devotion behind it made it glow. “Even now, you are thinking of me.”
Wise sighed, but it came with a faint, helpless warmth.
“I’m trying.”
“That is why you are Lord Phaethon.”
“I’m pretty sure that isn’t why.”
“To me, it is.”
He looked at her for a long second. Then his shoulders dropped in surrender, not defeated exactly, but accepting that the afternoon had already gone so far off course that trying to steer it back onto normal rails was pointless.
“Okay,” Wise said quietly. “If you’re sure.”
Vivian’s breath caught.
“I am.”
The next few minutes passed in a strange, heated blur of movement and hesitation.
Wise had enough dignity left to pull himself together slightly, though not enough to pretend the situation was normal. Vivian closed the door properly this time, her hand lingering on the handle for one shaky second before she turned back toward him. Her parasol was picked up and set carefully against the wall near his desk, folded neatly as if she needed at least one part of the room to remain composed while the rest of her quietly unraveled. Wise shifted back on the bed until his shoulders rested near the wall and the headboard area, his jeans pushed lower and his jacket hanging open, his face still flushed but his breathing more controlled.
Vivian undressed in the middle of that transition.
Not all at once. Not with practiced seduction. That almost would have been easier for Wise. Instead, she did it with reverent nervousness, fingers slipping over buttons, straps, and fastenings while she kept glancing at him as if every second of his attention was something precious. The black bow and purple gem at her throat shifted as she worked the upper layers loose. The white ruffled bodice came apart in stages, revealing more of the pale, warm skin that the outfit usually teased at through its cutouts. Her detached sleeves slid down her arms. The wide black corset belt loosened from her waist, and the layered white-and-black skirt followed, leaving fabric folded carefully beside the bed.
By the time she climbed onto the mattress with him, Vivian wore only dark sheer pantyhose over her underwear and a black bra that framed her breasts far more plainly than her elaborate outfit had.
Wise tried not to stare.
He failed.
Vivian was beautiful in a way that hit differently without all the gothic layers arranging her into elegance. The pale lavender fall of her hair looked softer now, spilling over her shoulders and down her back in loose waves, curled pieces brushing against her chest. Her red eyes were still bright with embarrassment, but there was excitement under it too, barely contained and getting worse every time she caught him looking. Her pointed ears were flushed at the tips. The black bra contrasted sharply against her pale skin, lifting and holding her chest in a way that made Wise’s gaze catch before he could stop it. Her waist curved inward beautifully, soft and slim above the line of her underwear beneath the sheer pantyhose, and the dark fabric clung to her hips and thighs with a glossy, delicate tension that made every shift of her body look intentional.
She was, Wise admitted silently, a very attractive adult woman.
That thought felt almost painfully inadequate.
Vivian was not just attractive. She was hot in a way that made him feel newly aware of the locked door, the empty store downstairs, the bed under him, and the fact that she had stripped down because she wanted to help him finish. Her body looked soft where it should be soft and elegant where her posture tried to remain composed, the swell of her breasts held in black fabric, her thighs framed by sheer dark pantyhose, her cheeks glowing pink as she crawled closer on the bed with careful, trembling movements.
His cock twitched.
Vivian saw it.
Her eyes widened slightly, then her lips parted around a tiny, delighted inhale. She tried to hide the reaction and failed completely. Her gaze flicked to him, then to his face, then away as her blush deepened, but the happiness in her expression was impossible to miss.
Inside her head, Vivian felt something dangerously close to triumph bloom through the embarrassment.
'Lord Phaethon finds me attractive.'
The thought nearly made her shiver.
Her fingers curled against the bedding as she settled closer to him, knees pressing into the mattress, pantyhose sliding softly over the sheets. She lowered her eyes for a second, smiling to herself with a private, giddy devotion that would have been funny if it had not been so intense.
'I will make him happy, she thought, heart pounding. No matter what, I will make Lord Phaethon happy.'
Wise leaned back against the wall near the head of the bed, still flushed, still visibly trying to act like he had not just watched her undress with far too much interest. Vivian knelt before him on the mattress in her black bra and sheer pantyhose, hands resting delicately on her thighs, red eyes shining with reverence, nerves, and open desire.
The room had gone quiet again.
This time, neither of them mistook it for calm.
The room had gone quiet again.
This time, neither of them mistook it for calm.
Vivian knelt between Wise’s legs on the bed, hands resting delicately over her thighs, her sheer dark pantyhose stretched smooth over her knees where they pressed into the mattress. The afternoon light spilling through his window made the black bra and pale lavender curtain of her hair stand out even more sharply, turning every breath she took into a small movement Wise could not stop noticing. Her chest rose and fell quickly, not quite steady, and the blush across her cheeks deepened every time her gaze drifted down from his face.
Wise leaned back against the wall near the head of the bed, one hand half-curled against the sheet beside him, the other resting uncertainly near his thigh. His jacket was loose around his shoulders, his jeans pushed low, and his cock stood hard between them now, flushed and twitching faintly under Vivian’s attention. He tried to keep his breathing even and act like this was somehow manageable, but the way Vivian looked at him made that nearly impossible.
She looked reverent.
Not merely interested. Not merely embarrassed. Reverent.
Vivian lowered herself slowly, palms sliding from her own thighs to the mattress as she leaned closer. Her long hair slipped forward over one shoulder, lavender strands brushing near Wise’s leg. The movement brought her face closer to his cock, and her red eyes widened with a soft, stunned kind of wonder that made his stomach tighten before she even touched him.
‘This is Lord Phaethon’s...’
Her thought broke apart before it could finish cleanly.
She had imagined it before. Of course she had. Vivian Banshee had many dignified qualities, and none of them had survived being privately devoted to Phaethon for very long. She owned certain items, hidden with extreme care, purchased with an expression of perfect composure and a heart that had nearly exploded from shame at the register. She had told herself those toys were only a substitute for a fantasy she would never dare speak aloud. Something private. Something harmless. Something she would absolutely, definitely, certainly never confess to Lord Phaethon.
But none of them had prepared her for seeing the real thing.
Wise was bigger than she had expected.
The thought hit her so hard her fingers curled into the bedding. Her eyes traced him with helpless fascination: the heavy length, the flushed head, the faint shine of precum at the tip, the way he twitched under nothing but her gaze. Her mouth parted slightly, and the warm breath that slipped out of her brushed against him.
Wise’s cock twitched again.
Vivian’s eyes lifted briefly to his face.
Wise inhaled sharply, jaw tightening, a faint red flush spreading higher across his cheeks. He did not tell her to stop. He did not move away. He only watched her with that strained, careful expression of his, like he was still trying to be considerate while every part of his body betrayed how much he wanted this.
Vivian’s heart fluttered wildly.
‘He is letting me.’
She leaned closer.
Her lips hovered just beneath the head of his cock for a trembling second. Another warm breath left her, washing over him, and Wise’s fingers flexed harder into the sheets. Vivian’s tongue slipped out, small and tentative, and she gave the underside of the tip one soft lick.
Wise gasped.
The sound was not loud, but it went straight through her. His breath caught in his throat, shoulders pressing back against the wall, eyes narrowing with the sudden pull of sensation. Vivian froze for half a heartbeat, red eyes wide, tongue still just barely touching him. Then she saw the way his chest rose, the way his thigh tensed beside her hand, the way his cock pulsed faintly from that single touch.
It was a good sign.
She had permission.
Vivian licked him again.
This time she was slower, dragging her tongue over the sensitive head with a delicate, testing pressure before pulling back just enough to watch the shine she left behind. Wise’s breath shuddered. Her confidence gathered in tiny pieces, one reaction at a time. She licked him once more, then again, each stroke a little fuller, a little warmer, her tongue sliding from the tip down the upper curve of his shaft before returning to circle the head. The taste of him spread over her tongue, salt and heat and him, and her eyes fluttered for a second as if she had been allowed to taste something sacred.
Wise’s hips shifted minutely under her.
Vivian smiled around a breath.
‘Lord Phaethon likes it.’
She opened her mouth and took the tip between her lips.
Wise’s hand clenched hard in the sheet.
Vivian sucked gently at first, lips sealing around the head with soft pressure while her tongue cradled him beneath. One hand wrapped around the rest of his shaft, fingers careful but eager, and began to stroke him in a slow glide that met the motion of her mouth. Her other hand settled over his inner thigh, palm warm against him through the slight tremor of his muscle. The contact made Wise tense again, and Vivian felt it under her fingers with a rush of private delight.
His moan slipped out before he could stop it.
Wise turned his head slightly and pressed the back of his fist near his mouth, trying to muffle himself. The sound still came through, low and rough, broken around the strain of holding back. Vivian’s eyes flicked upward for just a moment while her lips stayed around him. Seeing him like that, flushed and tense, trying to contain his voice because of her, made heat bloom through her own body so sharply that her thighs pressed together beneath the sheer pantyhose.
She continued sucking him, hand sliding in a steady rhythm from base to just below her lips. Her mouth worked over the tip with warmer suction now, tongue circling, lips tightening, then easing, learning the pressure that made Wise’s breathing snag. His cock pulsed in her hand, heavier with every stroke, and Vivian’s fingers curled with devotion around him.
She wanted more.
After another slow pull of her mouth, she removed her hand from his shaft and braced both hands on his thighs. Wise’s eyes lowered toward her, breath uneven, and Vivian met his gaze for one quick look before she started to take him deeper.
Her head began to bob.
At first, the motion was careful. She lowered herself slowly, lips sliding down over more of his length, then lifted back toward the tip with a wet suck that made Wise’s stomach tense. She repeated it, taking another inch, then another, letting her mouth stretch around him while her hands held his thighs for balance. The sounds grew louder in the quiet room, slick and intimate: soft slurps, wet pulls of suction, the faint, messy drag of her lips moving around him.
Wise panted, trying and failing to keep completely quiet.
Vivian’s hair brushed over his thighs with each bob of her head. Her black nails pressed lightly into him whenever she took him deeper, fingers tightening in small reflexive grips. The more she relaxed her mouth, the farther she managed to take him, and each deeper slide drew another rough breath from Wise. The head of his cock pressed near the back of her mouth once, making her throat work around a small gag-like sound. She pulled up quickly, eyes watering slightly, then immediately went back down with more determination.
The sound that followed was wetter.
A glurp caught low in her throat before turning into a thick slurp as she lifted again, lips dragging along him with glossy suction. Wise’s head tipped back against the wall, his fist pressed harder near his mouth, and his other hand grabbed the sheet beside him. The fabric bunched under his grip, knuckles whitening as Vivian found a steadier rhythm.
Her mouth slid down and up with increasing confidence, every bob making slick sounds spill into the room. She sucked on the rise, relaxed on the descent, then tightened around the head whenever she pulled back far enough to tease it. Spit gathered at the corners of her lips, shining against him, and each glide of her mouth left him wetter. Her cheeks flushed deeper, eyes half-lidded and bright whenever she glanced up to see how he was reacting.
Wise’s breathing turned ragged.
“Vivian,” he groaned, voice muffled partly behind his fist. “You’re... really good at this.”
Vivian stopped.
Not because something was wrong.
Because praise from Lord Phaethon hit her like a physical blow.
Her eyes widened around him, then fluttered. She pulled off with a wet pop, lips parting from the head of his cock in a glossy string that broke against her lower lip. Wise’s shaft remained in her hand as she wrapped her fingers around him again and began to jerk him slowly, using the slickness her mouth had left behind. The motion made him twitch against her palm, and Vivian turned her face toward him, bringing his cock beside her cheek like she was admiring something precious.
She kissed the side of his shaft.
Softly.
Then again, lingering this time, lips warm against him while her hand stroked from base to head in smooth, wet pulls. When she looked up at him, her mouth curved into a small, proud smirk, blush still bright across her face.
“Of course,” Vivian said, voice breathy but pleased. “I practiced for moments like this.”
Wise’s eyes opened wider.
“You what?”
Vivian’s smile became sweeter, which somehow made it worse.
“For Lord Phaethon,” she added, as if that explained everything.
Wise gave a strained, helpless sound that was halfway between a groan and disbelief, but Vivian did not let him stay there long enough to recover. She lowered her mouth again, not to the head this time, but lower. Her hand kept stroking his cock steadily while her lips brushed down toward his balls.
Wise’s body went rigid.
“Vivian—”
She took one of his balls into her mouth.
The sensation hit him so abruptly that his head knocked back against the wall, eyes squeezing shut as a sharper moan punched out of him before his fist could fully catch it. Vivian sucked gently, then with a little more pressure, tongue moving softly while her hand continued jerking his cock in long, slick strokes. The new wave of pleasure rolled through him differently, deeper and heavier, making his thighs tense beneath her hands and his hips jerk once despite his attempt to stay still.
Vivian hummed.
The vibration made Wise swear under his breath.
She tended to him there with careful, almost worshipful attention, lips and tongue warm and wet while her fingers pumped his shaft with increasing confidence. Her other hand returned to his thigh, nails pressing lightly into his skin through each tremor that passed through him. Wise’s face was flushed hard now, eyes closed, jaw clenched, chest rising in rough pulls as he fought to keep from getting too loud. His grip on the sheets tightened with every stroke.
Vivian loved that.
She loved the way he reacted when she did something right. Loved the way his body betrayed him, the way his voice slipped despite his restraint, the way Lord Phaethon’s composure shook because of her mouth and her hands. Her own body throbbed with heat beneath the pantyhose, but she ignored it for now. This was about him. This was about making him feel good enough to forget embarrassment, forget restraint, forget everything except her.
After giving that lower attention a little longer, she kissed her way back up his shaft.
Her tongue dragged along the underside in one slow, messy line, following the vein up to the tip. Wise’s breath caught hard. Vivian opened her mouth and took him in again, lips sealing around the head with a wet suck before she lowered herself farther, sliding back into the blowjob with renewed hunger.
This time, she did not hesitate as much.
Her head bobbed in a smoother rhythm, lavender hair swaying over his thighs, hands braced against him while her mouth worked him with slick, devoted pressure. Wet slurps and soft gagging sounds filled the space between his ragged breaths. Wise’s hips jerked once, then stilled when he caught himself, but Vivian only moaned around him as if even that small loss of control thrilled her. The vibration wrapped around his cock, and his fingers twisted harder in the bedding.
“Vivian,” he panted, voice strained and low.
She looked up through damp lashes without stopping.
Her red eyes were glossy, cheeks flushed, lips stretched around him, and the sight nearly made Wise lose whatever remained of his control. Vivian’s gaze held his for one burning second, worshipful and hungry, before she sank again with a thick, wet slide that made his breath break.
In her head, the thought repeated with dizzy devotion.
‘I will make Lord Phaethon feel good.’
Her throat tightened around a small gag as she took him deeper, then eased as she pulled back, suction dragging hard around the head.
‘I will make him praise me again.’
Wise’s body trembled under her hands, and Vivian continued with steady, eager rhythm, mouth wet, hands firm, every motion devoted to pulling more of those ragged, beautiful sounds out of him.
Vivian continued with both hands braced on Wise’s thighs, her mouth doing all the work now.
She no longer treated him with the same shy caution as the first few touches. The praise had changed something in her. Wise could feel it in the way her lips sealed tighter around him, in the way her tongue pressed more deliberately beneath the head, in the way she sank without stopping as quickly as before. Her lavender hair spilled over his legs in soft waves, brushing against his skin and the rumpled fabric of his jeans as her head moved, and each slow descent dragged another slick, wet sound into the room.
Wise’s fingers curled in the sheets.
Vivian took him deeper.
Her lips slid lower around his shaft, stretching around his thickness while her throat worked in small, visible swallows. The first time the head of his cock pressed against the back of her mouth, she gave a tiny muffled sound, lashes fluttering, but she did not pull away. She breathed through her nose, steadying herself, then pressed down a little more until Wise felt that tight, wet pressure begin to wrap around him in a way his hand never could.
His breath caught hard.
“Vivian—”
She pushed farther.
The rest of his warning broke into a moan.
Vivian’s mouth sank until his length was buried deep, her lips pressed close, her throat tightening and fluttering around him as she paused there. She held herself still, letting him feel every small involuntary motion: the gulp of her throat, the warm clench around the shaft, the little tremble that ran through her jaw as she forced herself to relax for him. Wise’s head tipped back against the wall, eyes squeezing shut, his mouth opening around a sound he could not contain.
It came out low, rough, and helpless.
The sound made Vivian’s thighs press together under her pantyhose.
‘That was because of me.’
Her fingers tightened against his thighs.
‘Lord Phaethon moaned like that because of my mouth.’
She slowly lifted, dragging her lips up his shaft with thick suction, spit shining along him as she came off only halfway before sinking back down again. This time, the wet sound was louder, a messy glk catching in her throat before smoothing into a slick, hungry slurp. Wise’s hips jerked faintly, not thrusting, just reacting, and Vivian’s eyes fluttered with pleasure at the movement.
She changed the angle next.
Instead of bobbing straight down, she turned her head slightly while keeping him in her mouth, letting his cock press into one cheek until the outline pushed visibly against the soft curve of her face. Wise’s eyes opened just in time to see it, and the sight nearly ruined him. Vivian’s cheeks were flushed bright pink, lips stretched around him, red eyes half-lidded and watery from effort, and the side of her mouth bulged subtly where he pushed against her from inside. She held the angle for a second, then pulled up with a wet drag and turned the other way, letting him press into the opposite cheek with the same obscene, deliberate pressure.
Wise clenched his jaw.
“Fuck,” he breathed before he could stop himself.
Vivian’s eyes flicked up.
A tiny, pleased hum vibrated around him.
Then she returned to bobbing.
Her pace became smoother and more practiced with every movement, lips sliding down, throat accepting him, then pulling back with a slick suction that made the head of his cock throb each time it slipped past her tongue. She barely came up for air. When she did, it was only for a few quick, panting breaths, lips parted and glossy, a thin string of saliva connecting her mouth to him before she swallowed it down and lowered herself again. Her cheeks hollowed faintly on the rise, then relaxed on the descent, and every return to the back of her throat came with a muffled gagging sound that she pushed through with devoted focus.
Wise’s hand moved before he fully thought about it.
His fingers settled on the top of her head, sinking into the soft lavender hair. He did not grab hard. He did not force her down without warning. His hand only followed the rhythm at first, feeling the sway of her head under his palm, the silky strands slipping between his fingers as she worked. Vivian’s eyes lifted to him through damp lashes, red and shining, and the look she gave him carried no fear at all.
Only permission.
Only hunger.
Wise’s fingers tightened a little.
He guided her down with the next motion, adding a subtle push that matched the bob of her head. Vivian took it without hesitation. Her eyes fluttered shut, and a deep, muffled moan rolled around his cock as he helped her sink lower. The vibration hit him like a pulse of electricity. His stomach clenched, his thighs tensed beneath her hands, and his grip in her hair grew just firm enough to move, feel shared.
Vivian loved it.
She loved the way he was finally touching her head, finally letting himself guide her, finally showing through action what he kept trying to soften with words. He still did not thrust into her mouth. He still held himself back. But his hand in her hair, the way his fingers flexed when she took him deep, the way his breathing broke every time her throat tightened around him, told her everything she wanted to know.
‘He likes it.’
She sank again, accepting the gentle pressure of his hand.
‘He really likes it.’
Her mouth grew wetter, messier, more eager. The sounds filled Wise’s room in shameless layers: wet slurps as her lips dragged upward, thick glks when she swallowed him deep, soft choking noises when the head pressed into her throat, and the shaky hums she kept giving around him whenever Wise’s fingers tightened in her hair. Each noise made the afternoon feel hotter, heavier, as if the room had narrowed to the bed, the wall against Wise’s back, and Vivian’s mouth moving with devoted rhythm between his legs.
Wise’s fist finally left his mouth.
He needed both hands now. One remained in Vivian’s hair, guiding only lightly, while the other gripped the sheet beside him with enough force to wrinkle it beneath his knuckles. His face was flushed hard, eyes half-shut, silver-gray hair messy against the wall as he tried to keep his breathing from falling apart completely. It was not working. Every deeper swallow pulled another sound out of him, low and rough, sometimes her name, sometimes nothing more than a broken breath.
Vivian pulled off him suddenly.
The wet pop made Wise shudder.
She wrapped one hand around his spit-slick cock immediately, stroking him in smooth, wet pulls while she caught her breath. Her lips were swollen and glossy, saliva shining along her lower lip and at the corners of her mouth. A faint flush reached all the way to the tips of her pointed ears, and her red eyes were bright with effort and pride. She leaned her face closer to his shaft, letting it rest beside her cheek as her hand continued to pump him steadily.
Then she kissed him.
Not on the mouth. Not yet.
She planted small, affectionate kisses along the side of his cock, lips pressing warmly against the wet skin while her hand stroked from base to head. Each kiss was soft and reverent, almost tender, but the smirk tugging at her lips made the gesture feel filthier than innocence could explain.
“Lord Phaethon,” Vivian murmured, voice breathless and sweet, “are you enjoying my blowjob?”
Wise stared at her.
His brain took half a second too long to restart.
“Yeah,” he said, voice rougher than he expected. He swallowed and tried again, but it came out just as strained. “Yeah, Vivian. You’re really good at this.”
Vivian giggled.
The sound was soft, delighted, and embarrassingly pleased. She pressed another kiss near the side of his shaft, then nuzzled her cheek against him for one second as if his praise had made her body too warm to hold still.
“I am happy,” she whispered. “So happy.”
Wise’s chest rose with an uneven breath.
Vivian’s hand slowed, then paused. She looked up at him, expression still flushed and worshipful, but more serious beneath the desire.
“You do not have to hold back,” she said.
Wise blinked, still panting. “It’s okay.”
Vivian shook her head gently, lavender curls shifting over her shoulders. “No. I want you to enjoy this properly. I want you to feel good without worrying so much.”
“I am enjoying it,” Wise said, and the honesty in his voice made her cheeks deepen. “Trust me.”
“But you are still being careful,” Vivian said softly. “Still restraining yourself.”
Wise opened his mouth.
Vivian leaned down before he could answer and took him back into her mouth, swallowing most of his cock in one smooth, wet slide that made his words collapse into a groan. Her lips stretched around him, cheeks flushed and hollowing faintly with suction as she settled him deep against her tongue. Then, without pulling off, she reached for his hands.
Wise looked down in surprise as her fingers wrapped around his wrists.
Vivian guided both of his hands to her head.
His palms settled over her lavender hair, one near the crown and the other a little lower, fingers spreading uncertainly as if he did not fully trust himself to hold her there. Vivian’s eyes lifted to him while his cock remained in her mouth. Her voice came muffled, thick around him, but the meaning was clear enough to make heat punch through his stomach.
“Use my mouth, Lord Phaethon.”
Wise went still.
Vivian’s hands left his wrists and returned to his thighs, bracing herself. She began to suck again, slow at first, lips sliding upward with wet pressure before lowering back down. His hands moved with her because she had placed them there, but at first he barely guided her, still stunned by the permission she had just given him.
She moaned around him again.
The vibration trembled through his shaft, and Wise’s fingers tightened in her hair by reflex.
Vivian’s eyes fluttered.
She sank lower, encouraging the pressure.
Wise took a deep breath.
His chest expanded, then slowly emptied as he looked down at her: Vivian kneeling between his legs in only a black bra and dark pantyhose, red eyes glossy, lips stretched around him, her expression devoted and eager even while her mouth was full. She had asked for this. She had repeated it. She had put his hands there herself and told him exactly what she wanted to give him.
He did not have to feel guilty for accepting.
His hands steadied in her hair.
“Okay,” Wise breathed, voice low and strained. “Tap my thigh if it’s too much.”
Vivian’s eyes softened around him, and her fingers gave his thigh a gentle squeeze in answer.
Then Wise began to move with her.
He did not force her at first. He guided. His hands set a firmer rhythm, helping her head rise and sink with controlled pressure while Vivian matched him eagerly, relaxing her jaw and letting him lead her mouth into a deeper, smoother pace. The wet sounds sharpened almost immediately, slick suction and muffled throat noises spilling through the room as he brought her down a little farther each time.
Vivian closed her eyes, moaning around him with open delight.
Wise’s breathing turned rougher.
His fingers tangled deeper into her hair, guiding her head down until she swallowed him to the back of her throat again. Her throat clenched around him in a tight, wet flutter, and Wise’s hips jerked despite himself. Vivian did not pull away. Her nails pressed into his thighs, not in warning, but in encouragement, and she sucked harder on the way back up.
The rhythm grew warmer, messier, more honest.
Wise stopped pretending he was unaffected. His hands guided Vivian’s mouth with increasing confidence, still controlled, still attentive, but no longer timid. Vivian took every motion like an offering, her lips sliding, throat working, cheeks flushing, eyes closed in blissful concentration while muffled moans vibrated around him. Each downward press made him feel the heat of her mouth and the squeeze of her throat; each upward pull dragged slick pressure around the head until his stomach tightened and his grip nearly faltered.
Vivian’s thoughts dissolved into worshipful heat.
‘Yes.’
Her mouth stretched around him again as Wise guided her down.
‘Use me like this.’
A thick, wet gag caught in her throat, followed by a hungry swallow.
‘Let me please you.’
Wise groaned openly now, one hand firm at the back of her head, the other buried in lavender hair near her crown, his body trembling with the effort of keeping control while Vivian’s mouth worked exactly the way she had begged him to use it.
Wise’s hands steadied in Vivian’s hair.
For a few seconds, he still held back out of habit. His fingers stayed tangled in the pale lavender strands near her crown and the back of her head, guiding her mouth down in measured motions while his breath came rough and uneven above her. Vivian could feel the restraint in him even with her lips sealed around his cock, could feel how carefully he kept checking the pressure, how every downward push stopped just before becoming truly selfish.
That would not do.
Vivian moaned around him and squeezed his thighs again, firmer this time, the pressure of her black nails against his skin reminding him she was still there, still willing, still urging him on. Her red eyes lifted through damp lashes, glossy and devoted, and when Wise looked down, she held his gaze as best she could with her mouth full.
‘Please.’ She could not say it properly, but the look in her eyes did enough.
Wise’s fingers tightened.
His next push was harder.
Vivian’s head lowered with the pressure, lips sliding down his shaft in one slick, wet pull until the head of his cock pressed deep against the back of her throat. A muffled gag caught around him, thick and helpless, but she did not tap. She did not pull away. Her eyes squeezed shut, her throat working around him in a tight flutter as she forced herself to relax and take more. The feeling punched a hiss through Wise’s teeth, his head tipping back against the wall while his hips gave a short, involuntary jerk.
“Vivian,” he breathed, strained and low.
She moaned again.
The vibration wrapped around him, and that finally cracked the last careful layer of him.
Wise began to use her mouth properly.
His hands moved her head in a rougher rhythm, pulling her up until only the tip remained between her lips, then pressing her back down with enough force to make her throat catch around him each time. Vivian’s mouth opened wider for him, jaw stretching, cheeks flushed, spit gathering glossy at the corners of her lips as he guided her up and down. The wet sounds grew louder immediately, no longer soft and tentative but messy and shameless, every thrust of her head filling the room with slick slurps, thick glks, and muffled gagging noises as his cock hit the back of her throat again and again.
Wise panted openly now.
His composure had fallen apart into heat, tension, and the harsh drag of breath through clenched teeth. His fingers sank deeper into her hair, not yanking at random, but holding her with firm control as he made her mouth follow the pace he needed. Vivian took it beautifully. Her hands clutched his thighs, her shoulders trembling, her eyes squeezed shut while her brows pinched in effort. Every time he pushed her down, her throat clenched around him; every time he pulled her up, her lips sucked tight around the head before he drove her back into the next descent.
The sound of it was obscene.
Wet suction dragged along him with every lift. Her throat gave tight, helpless little contractions when he pressed too deep. Saliva slicked his cock until it shone each time he pulled her mouth back toward the tip, only for him to push her down again and bury himself in the hot, gagging squeeze of her throat. Vivian’s body trembled, but the tremors were not a refusal. They were effort, arousal, devotion, and the overwhelming rush of finally being used the way she had asked.
‘Yes, Lord Phaethon.’ Her nails pressed harder into his thighs. ‘Use my mouth.’
Wise’s breathing grew harsher.
The pressure was building too fast now, climbing in hot, brutal pulses through his lower stomach and tightening deep behind every thrust of her mouth. Vivian’s throat squeezed him with every downward push, warm and slick and impossibly tight, and the little muffled moans she kept making around him turned the pleasure sharper. His head tipped back fully, silver-gray hair brushing the wall, eyes squeezed shut, jaw clenched so hard the muscles jumped.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
Vivian’s cheeks hollowed as he pulled her up, then puffed faintly when he drove her back down. Her lips stretched around him, glossy and swollen, her throat taking him with small wet choking sounds that only made his grip tighten. The room had narrowed to that rhythm: Wise’s hands moving her head, Vivian’s mouth sliding over him, the sticky pull of suction, the gagging flutter of her throat, the rough sound of his panting as he got closer and closer to the edge.
Vivian felt the change in him.
His thighs tightened beneath her hands. His hips jerked more often. His grip in her hair grew less measured, still controlled enough not to hurt her, but no longer gentle enough to hide what he wanted. The air above her filled with his broken breathing, and every time his cock throbbed against her tongue, her own body answered with a hot pulse between her thighs.
‘He is close.’ The thought made her moan around him again.
Wise’s eyes squeezed shut.
That vibration sent him over the last line. His only warning was her name.
“Vivian—”. His hands pushed her down all the way.
Vivian’s mouth was forced to the base of his cock, lips pressed close, nose brushing against him as her throat locked around the full length. Her eyes snapped open wide for half a second, red and shining with shock, and then Wise came hard. His whole body seized, hips pressing up as the first thick wave shot into her mouth and throat with enough force to make her cheeks puff outward around him.
Vivian squeezed her eyes shut.
The load kept coming.
Hot cum flooded her mouth in heavy pulses, spilling over her tongue and striking the back of her throat while Wise groaned above her, rough and helpless. His fingers stayed buried in her hair as his body emptied into her, not moving her now, only holding her there while wave after wave poured out. Vivian’s cheeks stayed swollen with the volume, her throat working frantically around him as she tried to swallow as much as she could without pulling off. The taste filled her—warm, salty, and overwhelming—and every new pulse made her body shake harder.
Wise’s release did not stop quickly.
His balls tightened through another heavy spurt, then another, each pulse making his cock throb deep in Vivian’s mouth while her throat clenched and swallowed around him. She gagged softly once, not enough to reject it, but enough for the sound to vibrate through him and drag a broken groan from his chest. Her hands gripped his thighs as she forced herself to take it, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes from the pressure, cheeks still puffed, lips sealed tightly so nothing spilled if she could help it.
‘Lord Phaethon’s cum.’ Her body trembled under the thought. ‘He is filling my mouth.’
She swallowed again, throat rippling around his cock, and Wise’s head fell back with a harsh, shaking breath.
The pulses finally began to slow.
Wise’s grip loosened first. His fingers slid through Vivian’s hair, releasing the firm hold as his body sagged back against the wall, chest rising and falling in ragged pulls. His cock still twitched in her mouth, giving a few smaller spurts that Vivian caught obediently. She slowly drew herself upward, lips dragging along him with a slick, wet slurp, but she paused around the head instead of pulling off completely.
Her hand wrapped around his shaft.
Eyes still closed, cheeks flushed, Vivian stroked him while keeping the tip between her lips, milking the last little pulses out with slow, careful pulls. Wise shuddered at the oversensitive drag, fingers curling weakly against the sheets as she coaxed the final drops onto her tongue. Each small spurt made her hum softly, reverent and pleased, until she seemed satisfied there was nothing left for the moment.
Only then did she pull off.
His cock slipped free from her mouth with a wet pop.
Vivian immediately covered her mouth with one hand, cheeks still rounded slightly as she swallowed the last of his sticky load. Her throat worked once, then again, lashes fluttering as she made sure nothing escaped. A tiny smear of white clung near the corner of her lower lip, and she caught it with her tongue before pressing her fingers more firmly to her mouth. When she finally lowered her hand, her lips were swollen, glossy, and curved into the softest smile Wise had ever seen on her.
She looked proud.
Ruined, flushed, breathless, and proud.
Wise stared at her through the haze of his afterglow.
His chest heaved. His thighs still trembled from the release. His cock, wet with her saliva and still shining from her mouth, twitched against his stomach as if his body had not fully understood that it was supposed to be done. Vivian noticed immediately. Her red eyes dipped, widened, and warmed with delighted realization.
Before she could say anything, Wise moved.
His hand caught her arm.
Vivian gasped as he pulled her closer, the sudden motion making her lavender hair spill forward and her body shift off balance. In the next breath, Wise turned them, guiding her down onto the bed with a firm, decisive strength that surprised her so much she only managed a small, breathless sound before her back met the sheets. The mattress dipped beneath her. Her hair fanned over Wise’s pillow in pale waves. Her black bra lifted with the quick rise of her chest, and her sheer pantyhose-clad legs bent instinctively as he moved between them.
Vivian blinked up at him.
Wise was above her now, flushed, panting, eyes darker than before. He did not look composed. Not fully. The release had taken the edge off one kind of hunger only to leave another burning underneath it. He reached for her legs and opened them, not roughly enough to hurt, but with a certainty that made Vivian’s face go bright red all over again.
“L-Lord P-Phaethon…,” she stuttered.
Wise did not answer immediately.
His gaze lowered to the place between her thighs, where the dark sheer pantyhose covered her underwear and clung to the shape of her body with delicate, obscene tension. Vivian’s hands flew to her face, but her fingers parted almost instantly, leaving little gaps so she could still watch him through them. Her pointed ears burned pink. Her thighs trembled under his hands, half from nerves and half from the pulse of heat that had been building in her since the first sound he made because of her mouth.
Wise hooked his fingers into the pantyhose near the center.
Vivian’s breath caught.
He tore a hole through the sheer fabric.
The rip sounded sharp in the quiet room, and Vivian let out a cute, startled cry from behind her hands. Her knees jerked inward for a second, but Wise kept them open, his fingers sliding over the ruined edges of the pantyhose to widen the tear enough for him to reach her. The underwear beneath was shifted aside next, exposing the wet heat she had been trying so hard not to think about while she focused on him.
Vivian’s whole body shivered; she was soaked. Wise saw it.
The look on his face changed just enough to make her stomach twist. Not mocking. Not surprised cruelly. A little stunned, yes, but mostly heated, intent, and almost tender in the way that made Vivian’s heart kick harder than his roughness had.
He lowered himself between her legs.
Vivian peeked through her fingers, breathing fast. Her thighs framed his shoulders, pantyhose torn open around her pussy, underwear pulled aside, black bra rising and falling with every nervous breath. Wise’s face came closer until his breath brushed warm over her slick folds, and Vivian’s entire body tensed at the sensation.
“You’re not the only one making me feel good,” Wise said, voice low and still rough from climax. “And I’m not going to be the only one who gets to.”
Vivian’s lips parted behind her hands.
“Lord Phaethon, I—” Wise licked her.
It was quick, only one firm stroke of his tongue through her wet pussy, but it shattered whatever she had been about to say. Vivian gasped hard, the sound breaking immediately into a moan as her hips twitched upward toward his mouth. Her hands pressed tighter over her face, but the gaps between her fingers remained, red eyes wide and stunned as she watched him from beneath trembling lashes.
Wise’s tongue left her for only a second.
Vivian’s thighs quivered around his shoulders.
He looked up at her from between her legs, breathing hot against her, one hand holding her thigh open while the other rested near the torn edge of her pantyhose.
Vivian swallowed, chest heaving, body already trembling from that single lick.
Wise lowered his mouth again, slowly this time, preparing to give Vivian the same devoted attention she had just given him.
Wise lowered his mouth fully between Vivian’s legs, and this time he did not stop at a single teasing lick.
His tongue pressed slowly through her slick folds, dragging up from the torn edge of her pantyhose to the sensitive peak hidden beneath the shifted fabric of her underwear. Vivian’s entire body tensed under the stroke. Her thighs lifted on instinct, settling loosely over his shoulders without locking, trembling against the sides of his head as if she wanted to hold him there and was too overwhelmed to decide whether that would be improper. Wise felt the shiver run through her and answered by spreading one hand over the outside of her thigh, rubbing in a slow, grounding motion that contrasted sharply with the wet pressure of his tongue.
Vivian sucked in a breath through her teeth.
“L-Lord Phaethon...” she stuttered, voice already shaking.
Wise did not answer her with words. He answered by closing his lips around her clit and sucking gently.
The effect was immediate. Vivian’s back arched off the bed, black bra shifting against her chest as her hands flew down toward his head. Her fingers tangled in his silver-gray hair, not pushing him away, not exactly pulling him closer either, but clutching desperately because the sudden suction sent pleasure snapping through her too fast to process. Her head tipped back against the pillow, pale lavender hair spilling around her face in disordered waves, and a moan slipped out of her before she could muffle it.
Wise kept his mouth on her, lips sealed in a slow pull before easing off and tracing tight circles with the tip of his tongue. The slick sound of it filled the space beneath her panting, soft and wet against the afternoon quiet of his room. Vivian’s thighs trembled over his shoulders, the sheer pantyhose stretched and torn around her hips, dark fabric framing the exposed heat of her. At the same time, her underwear remained tugged aside in a messy, humiliating angle. Every time Wise circled her clit, her hips twitched upward. Every time he flattened his tongue and dragged it lower, her fingers clenched harder in his hair.
“Ahh—Lord Phaethon, please—”
He pressed his tongue inside her.
Vivian’s voice broke into a louder moan as he pushed in with a slow, firm stroke, tongue slipping past her entrance and dragging through the fluttering heat of her inner walls. Her body clenched around the intrusion, tight little pulses squeezing against his tongue as if she was trying to pull him deeper. Wise groaned softly against her, the vibration rolling straight through her pussy and making her hips jerk under his hands. Her legs shifted over his shoulders, ankles hovering near his back, not fully wrapped around him but close enough that each tremor brushed her calves against him.
He alternated his pace carefully, refusing to let her settle into one sensation for too long. A slow lick inside her became a broad drag upward. A teasing circle around her clit became a firmer suck that made her gasp. Then his tongue dipped back down, pressing into her again, tasting the slick heat that kept gathering faster than he could lick it away. Vivian’s body reacted to every change, back arching, stomach tightening, thighs quivering as her breath came in short, broken bursts. Her face had gone beautifully red, lips parted, eyes squeezed shut, brows pinched with pleasure so intense it looked almost painful.
Her hands tightened in his hair.
Wise’s hand rubbed the outside of her thigh, thumb moving in a slow stroke over the dark pantyhose while his mouth worked her with patient hunger. He liked the way she shook when he slowed down. He liked the way her moans climbed when he pressed harder. Most of all, he liked the way Vivian, who had been so eager to worship him, now sounded like she was the one being undone by every touch he gave her.
Vivian tried to speak again.
“Lord Phae—ahh—Lord Phaethon, I can’t—”
Wise sucked her clit again, deeper this time, lips drawing around the sensitive flesh while his tongue flicked against it in quick, wet strokes.
Vivian’s head snapped back against the pillow, and her hands pulled at his hair hard enough to make his scalp sting. Her back arched beautifully, chest lifting, black bra straining over her breasts as her body bowed under the pleasure. A sharp moan escaped her, followed by a shaky, embarrassed whimper when she realized how loud she had been. She clamped one hand over her own mouth for half a second, but the other stayed buried in Wise’s hair, fingers trembling as he refused to stop.
Wise shifted one hand higher.
His palm slid up from her thigh to her hip, then over the soft curve of her waist, following the trembling line of her body until he reached the lower edge of her black bra. Vivian’s eyes fluttered open in surprise when she felt his fingers there. She looked down through the haze, face burning, and saw him watching her from between her legs while his mouth still moved against her. The sight alone made her pussy clench under his tongue.
His hand slipped beneath the bra and lifted it.
Vivian’s breath caught as the fabric pushed up over one breast, exposing flushed skin and a hardened nipple to the warm air of the room. Wise’s hand closed around her breast with a firm, slow squeeze, massaging the soft weight in his palm while his thumb brushed over the peak. Vivian’s whole body jolted at the double sensation: his mouth between her thighs, his hand on her chest, his fingers kneading and stroking while his tongue circled her clit again in tight, wet pressure.
“Ahh, Lord Phaethon—!”
She grabbed at his hair with both hands again, losing the ability to care about muffling herself. Her fingers twisted in silver strands as her hips rocked upward into his mouth, trembling through the movement, seeking more even as every touch seemed to overload her. Wise’s hand worked her breast steadily, squeezing, rubbing, rolling his thumb over her nipple until her chest rose into his grip. His other hand returned to her thigh, keeping her open, palm pressing over the pantyhose as her legs shook on his shoulders.
Vivian’s thoughts were falling apart into heat and worship.
‘He is touching me.’
Wise dragged his tongue down and pushed inside her again, deeper and slower, making her gasp so sharply her nails scratched lightly against his scalp.
‘Lord Phaethon is touching me everywhere.’
He groaned against her pussy, tongue pressing into the slick squeeze of her walls while his thumb pinched and rubbed her nipple with careful pressure.
‘I am going to lose my mind.’
Her body seemed determined to prove the thought right. Her hips rolled into his face with more need now, not enough to take control, but enough to make the movement obvious. She rocked against his mouth, small, helpless motions that dragged her clit over his tongue whenever he lifted back to it. The wetness between her thighs grew messier, coating his lips and chin, slicking the torn edges of the pantyhose and the shifted fabric of her underwear. Every suck made her thighs flutter tighter around his shoulders. Every lick inside her made her stomach clench and her back arch higher off the bed.
Wise did not speak because there was no need. His mouth told her everything: slow when she got too close too quickly, firm when she started begging, teasing when her hips chased him, and hungry when her moans turned broken enough to make his cock twitch again. His hand on her breast tightened, kneading with more confidence as her reactions grew louder. The nipple between his fingers stiffened under each rub, and Vivian’s cheeks glowed darker whenever he squeezed her there while licking her below.
The room sounded different now from when she had been the one on her knees. Her moans replaced his grunts, her panting filled the quiet, and her voice kept breaking around the title she could not stop saying. The wet, messy sounds of Wise eating her out mixed with the rustle of torn pantyhose against the sheets and the faint creak of the bed beneath her arching body. Afternoon light still spilled calmly across the room, but nothing about Vivian looked calm anymore. Her hair stuck to her flushed face in pale strands, her lips trembled open, and her red eyes kept fluttering between squeezed shut and half-open whenever she tried to look down at him.
“L-Lord Phaethon,” she moaned, voice pitching higher. “Your mouth feels so—ahh—so good.”
Wise’s only response was to suck her clit until her words dissolved.
Vivian’s body snapped tight. Her legs nearly wrapped around his head, thighs closing a little before he rubbed the outside of one in a slow, soothing stroke that made her relax them open again. Her hands remained in his hair, clutching and shaking, while her back arched hard enough that her breast pressed more fully into his palm. Wise massaged her through it, thumb rolling over her nipple as his tongue flicked faster between pulls of his lips.
She was getting close, but he did not rush her there yet.
Instead, Wise shifted the rhythm again, letting the suction soften into long, slow licks that dragged through her entire slit before circling back up to the swollen peak. Vivian whimpered at the change, hypersensitive and desperate, hips twitching in needy little movements because the slower pace made every nerve feel exposed. His tongue dipped inside her once more, pressing into the fluttering entrance, and she clenched around him so sharply that her own moan turned into a trembling sob.
Her fingers tightened in his hair.
“Please,” she breathed, barely coherent. “Please, Lord Phaethon, please...”
Wise looked up at her while his mouth stayed against her.
Vivian saw his eyes from between her thighs and almost came from the sight alone. He looked flushed, focused, and too composed, most unfairly, as if he had decided that making her fall apart was simply the next task in front of him. His hand squeezed her breast again, slow and firm, and his tongue moved back to her clit with enough deliberate pressure to make her entire body ripple beneath him.
Vivian threw her head back, mouth open, voice breaking into another moan as the pleasure mounted higher. Her thighs shook against his shoulders, her chest heaved under his hand, and the torn pantyhose stretched around her trembling hips while Wise kept eating her out with steady, relentless attention. She could not think beyond the heat of his mouth, the wet glide of his tongue, the pressure of his fingers on her breast, and the overwhelming realization that Lord Phaethon was not merely accepting her devotion anymore.
He was giving it back with his mouth, his hands, and every slow, devastating lick.
Wise’s hands slid down from Vivian’s trembling thighs to the softer curve beneath her hips, and the change in grip made her whole body tense.
His palms settled over her ass, fingers spreading into the plush warmth through the torn pantyhose, kneading once as his mouth stayed buried between her legs. Vivian gasped at the double sensation, hips bucking helplessly against his tongue while his hands squeezed and pulled her closer. The pressure of his grip made her feel held open, exposed, and wanted all at once, and that sent another hot tremor through her stomach before she could even catch her breath.
Wise did not speak. He kept working her with his mouth.
His tongue dragged through her slick folds in slow, wet strokes, then circled back up to her clit with steady pressure. When Vivian’s hips jerked too sharply, his hands on her ass tightened and guided her right back down against his lips. He sucked her there with controlled hunger, then eased off just long enough to push his tongue lower, licking into her fluttering entrance while her body clenched around the sensation. The wet sounds were softer than her moans but no less filthy, each lick and suck blending with her ragged breathing until the room felt too warm around them.
Vivian’s back arched higher.
Her hands tangled in his hair again, fingers slipping into silver strands and tightening as the pressure inside her climbed. The pleasure had been building for too long now, slow and sharp and overwhelming, and Wise’s mouth refused to let it fade. His tongue flicked over her clit, then flattened, dragging a broad stroke that made her thighs shake around his shoulders. His fingers sank into her ass as he pulled her closer, and Vivian’s voice broke around a hard gasp.
“Lord Phaethon—!”
Her legs wrapped around his head.
Not carefully this time. Her thighs locked closer around him as her body snapped tight, ankles crossing loosely behind his shoulders while her hips bucked into his mouth. Wise kept eating her through it, lips sealed over her clit again, sucking while his tongue moved in quick, wet strokes. Vivian’s head flew back against the pillow, lavender hair spilling everywhere, mouth open as her tongue slipped out with a breathless moan. Her red eyes went wide and glassy, pupils dilating as the orgasm hit her full force.
Her whole body quaked.
The climax ripped through her in hot, pulsing waves, making her back arch off the bed and her fingers pull hard at Wise’s hair. Her thighs trembled around his head, squeezing and loosening in helpless pulses while her pussy clenched against his tongue. She panted through the rush, voice breaking into high, breathless sounds that she could not shape into words. Every muscle seemed to lock and then melt, tension snapping apart in her stomach and spilling outward until her hands shook, her hips jerked, and her toes curled hard beneath the sheer dark fabric.
Wise did not stop immediately.
He softened the pressure but kept his mouth on her, licking through the aftershocks while his hands massaged her ass in slow, grounding squeezes. Vivian whined at the oversensitivity, hips twitching away and then pressing back without control, unable to decide whether it was too much or exactly what she wanted. His tongue dragged one more slow stroke over her clit, and a shudder passed through her so violently that her legs nearly closed around him again.
Only after the trembling began to ease did Wise lift his mouth away.
Vivian collapsed into the bed beneath him, her legs slipping loose from his shoulders and falling open in weak, shaking angles. Her chest rose and fell quickly under the black bra, one cup still slightly shifted from earlier, her skin flushed deep pink from throat to stomach. One arm came up over her face, covering her eyes and most of her blush, though her parted lips and uneven breathing still gave her away completely. The torn pantyhose framed her hips in dark, ruined lines, and the underwear pushed aside left her wet and exposed in the warm afternoon light.
Wise swallowed as he looked at her.
Vivian was beautiful like this in a way that made his chest tighten: messy, trembling, completely undone, yet still trying to hide behind one arm as if modesty had not already been destroyed several times. His cock twitched between his legs, hard again despite the heavy release she had already pulled from him, and the sight of her lying beneath him only made the ache sharper.
He moved closer.
Vivian’s arm still covered her face when Wise settled between her legs again, this time higher, aligning his body with hers. He took his cock in one hand and rubbed the slick head slowly along her pussy, dragging it up through the wetness until it brushed her clit. Vivian jolted as if struck, arm dropping from her face while her eyes snapped open. Her lips parted around a startled sound, and her hips twitched beneath the teasing pressure.
Wise paused, breathing hard.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
Vivian looked up at him, flushed and still trembling, but the answer came clearly in her face before she said anything. Her expression softened into a shy, dazed, and deeply happy smile.
“Yes,” she whispered. “I would be happy to do it with you.”
Wise’s eyes softened at that.
He leaned down and kissed her.
Vivian made a tiny surprised sound against his mouth, stiffening for only a heartbeat before melting into it. Her hands lifted uncertainly, then rested against his shoulders as she kissed him back, tasting herself faintly on his lips. The intimacy of that seemed to hit her all at once. Her fingers curled against him, and her breath trembled into the kiss as Wise held there for a few slow seconds, letting the heat settle into something gentler before he pulled away.
When he leaned back, he reached for his shirt.
Vivian watched as he stripped it off and tossed it aside, leaving him completely naked above her. Her face went scarlet. Both hands flew back up to cover her eyes, but her fingers parted almost immediately, leaving obvious gaps that she used to stare through. Wise’s body was lean and toned in the afternoon light, not bulky, but shaped by quiet strength and constant movement, his stomach drawn tight with arousal, his chest rising with controlled breaths, his skin still flushed from everything she had already done to him.
Vivian’s eyes moved over him through her fingers.
Her throat worked with a swallow.
‘He is even more beautiful like this.’
Wise noticed the gaps between her fingers and gave her a look that was almost amused despite the heat in his face.
“You’re not hiding very well.”
Vivian made a small, mortified noise but did not close the gaps.
Wise, let it go. His hand returned to his cock, and he rubbed himself along her again, slower now, coating the head in her slickness. Vivian’s body reacted to every pass. Her hips trembled when he dragged over her clit, her thighs spreading a little wider when he pressed lower, and her fingers curled near her own cheeks as she watched him prepare himself against her.
He shifted his position.
One hand braced in the sheet beside her hip, gripping the fabric for balance, while the other held his cock steady at her entrance. Vivian’s breathing grew shallow. Her hands dropped from her face to the sheets, fingers spreading and clutching at the bedding as the blunt pressure of him began to push against her. Wise watched her carefully, eyes moving between her face and where their bodies met, making sure she was still with him.
He eased in slowly.
Vivian gasped.
The first stretch made her whole body stiffen. Her pussy opened around the head of his cock with a slick, tight pressure that forced Wise to grit his teeth almost immediately. Vivian’s brows pinched, lips parting around a shaky moan as he pushed another inch inside. Her fingers grabbed the sheet hard, knuckles tightening, and her thighs trembled on either side of his hips. Wise stopped as soon as he saw the strain cross her face.
“Are you okay?” he asked, voice tight with restraint. “Do you need me to pull out?”
He started to shift back.
Vivian reacted instantly.
“No!”
The word came out sharper than either of them expected. Wise froze. Vivian sucked in a breath, cheeks burning brighter, then forced herself to relax her grip on the sheets a little. Her eyes lifted to his, embarrassed but firm, and she shook her head quickly.
“No,” she repeated, softer this time. “It is okay. I was only surprised by the size. Please continue.”
Wise searched her face for another second.
Then he leaned down and kissed her forehead.
The gentleness of it undid her almost as much as the stretch. Vivian gave a tiny, helpless eep, one hand flying toward her mouth while her eyes widened. Her face flushed so deeply that even her pointed ears turned pink, and the sweetness of her reaction made Wise’s expression warm before the pressure between them pulled his focus back down.
He eased forward again.
This time, Vivian breathed through it, trembling but accepting him. Wise pushed in by slow degrees, inch after inch, sinking into her wet heat while her body stretched around him. The tightness was unreal, slick and clenching, every tiny movement dragging a hiss through his teeth. His hand remained fisted in the sheet beside her hip, the other guiding himself carefully until he no longer needed to hold his cock steady. Vivian’s back arched slightly, mouth open, eyes fluttering as the pressure filled her more and more.
She was so tight that Wise had to stop twice to breathe.
Vivian whimpered each time he paused, not from wanting him gone, but from being stuck on the edge of feeling too full and not full enough. Her legs shifted around his hips, pantyhose rustling against the bedding, the torn fabric at her center stretched around where he entered her. She stared up at him with wet, dazed eyes, lips trembling, chest rising quickly beneath the black bra.
Wise pushed the last bit in.
His hips settled flush against her.
Vivian let out a deep, gusty moan as her head tipped back and her body arched beneath him. The sound came from low in her throat, almost shocked out of her by the sensation of taking him completely. Her hands gripped the sheets hard, her thighs shaking open around his hips while her pussy clamped down around his entire length in a sudden, rippling squeeze.
Wise hissed.
His teeth clenched, eyes narrowing as the tight flutter of her walls gripped him like she was trying to pull another load out of him immediately. The mini orgasm hit Vivian in sharp little waves, not as explosive as the one his mouth had given her, but overwhelming in its own way because he was inside her now, filling her, stretching her, making every pulse of pleasure clamp around him. Her body twitched beneath him, back lifting and falling, mouth open as she struggled to breathe through the sensation.
Wise stayed still.
He had to.
Her walls kept squeezing around him in hot, fluttering pulses, slick and tight enough to make his arms tense. The hand beside her hip twisted harder in the sheet, and his other palm came down near her waist, grounding himself without moving. He lowered his head for one breath, jaw clenched, fighting the instinct to thrust into that gripping heat while Vivian shook through the last small spasms of her orgasm.
Vivian’s eyes fluttered open.
She looked utterly overwhelmed, face flushed, lips parted, lashes damp, one hand still clutching the sheet while the other hovered near his chest as if she wanted to touch him but could not yet make her arm obey. Wise held himself deep inside her and did not move, letting her adjust to every inch.
“You’re okay,” he murmured, voice rough but controlled. “Take your time.”
Vivian swallowed, chest heaving beneath him.
Her pussy pulsed around him again, softer this time, and Wise’s breath hitched despite himself. She noticed. Even through the haze, she noticed, and a small, trembling smile touched her lips.
He stayed still, buried completely inside her, letting the stretch settle and the aftershocks fade while both of them breathed through the fragile pause before the next rhythm began.
Wise stayed still inside Vivian until the last of her small, helpless spasms faded into trembling breaths beneath him.
Her body slowly adjusted around him, but the tightness remained. It only changed shape, going from that first shocked clench into a softer, pulsing grip that still made his jaw tense every time she shifted. Vivian lay under him with her black bra slightly askew, torn pantyhose stretched around her hips, and her legs spread around his waist, her thighs still quivering from the aftershocks of taking him fully. Her eyes were closed softly, lashes trembling against flushed cheeks, lips parted as she tried to breathe through the fullness.
Wise drew in a slow breath.
Then he moved.
The first pull was careful, almost painfully slow. His cock dragged out of her inch by inch, slicked by her wetness, every bit of movement making Vivian’s brows pinch and her fingers curl into the sheets. He did not pull out all the way. He stopped just before the head could leave her, then pressed back in with one long, deep thrust that filled her all over again.
Vivian moaned.
Her breasts bounced beneath the black bra from the impact, the soft flesh lifting and settling as the thrust pushed through her body. Her head tipped back slightly, mouth opening wider, and the sound that slipped out of her was breathy, surprised, and sweet enough to make Wise’s fingers tighten in the sheets beside her hips.
He repeated the motion.
Slow withdrawal. Deep return. Another long push inside her that made her body stretch and tighten around him. The pace was not fast yet, but the depth made every thrust feel heavy. Vivian’s pussy hugged him with slick, fluttering pressure, still adjusting to his size, still clenching each time he sank back in as if her body could not decide whether to resist him or pull him deeper. Wise kept both hands braced on the sheets beside her hips, arms tense, shoulders slightly hunched as he watched the way her body accepted him.
Her legs shifted against his sides.
The torn pantyhose rubbed softly along his skin as her thighs trembled around his waist. Each inward stroke made her hips roll upward in tiny, involuntary motions, and each retreat made her breath catch like she already missed the fullness before he had even left. Her hands stayed near her head, fingers twisting into the bedding, knuckles tightening whenever his hips pressed flush again.
Wise exhaled through his teeth.
She was getting wetter around him.
He could feel it clearly now. The slow, careful rhythm became easier with each thrust, her body opening little by little, heat and slickness wrapping around him until the drag turned smoother. The tightness remained, but now it pulled at him differently, less resistance and more invitation, a wet clutch that made the glide in and out feel dangerously natural.
Vivian’s mouth trembled around another moan.
“Ahh...”
Wise’s hips pushed in again, deeper, and her chest arched up from the bed. The black bra strained over her breasts, each bounce growing more visible as the rhythm settled into her body. Her face was flushed crimson now, but her eyes stayed closed, expression soft and overwhelmed, as if she was trying to concentrate on the feeling of every inch moving inside her.
Wise watched her for another few strokes, then shifted his weight forward.
His elbows came down beside her head, caging her in without pressing all of his weight onto her. The movement brought his face close to hers, only inches separating them now. Vivian’s eyes fluttered open when she felt him above her, and the look they shared made the rhythm falter for half a heartbeat.
Her red eyes were half-dazed, glossy and unfocused with pleasure, but they sharpened just enough when she saw how close he was. Wise’s own breathing had gone rough, his face flushed, silver-gray hair falling slightly over his brow as he hovered over her. Their breaths mixed in the narrow space between them, hot and uneven, each exhale brushing against lips already parted for sound.
Vivian swallowed.
“Lord Phaethon...” she whispered.
Wise leaned down and kissed her.
Her eyes closed instantly, and his did the same as their mouths met. The kiss was not neat. It was warm, panting, and slightly messy from the rhythm still moving through their bodies. Wise kept thrusting slowly at first, each push rocking Vivian under him while her lips trembled against his. She kissed him back with shy hunger, hands lifting from the sheets to touch his arms, then his shoulders, as if she needed to feel him above her to believe it was real.
The kiss deepened as his pace changed.
Wise began thrusting faster.
Now that Vivian’s body had adjusted, he could move with less resistance, and the slow, heavy strokes sharpened into a steadier rhythm. His hips rolled forward with more force, driving into her wet heat again and again while his elbows stayed beside her head. Vivian moaned into his mouth, the sound muffled and broken, her fingers digging into his shoulders as her body bounced beneath him. Her breasts shifted with every thrust, the bra barely holding them in place as the impacts grew quicker.
The wet sound between them became louder.
Each thrust slid in with a slick, full push, then pulled back through the tight grip of her pussy before driving home again. The bed creaked under the motion, sheets wrinkling beneath Vivian’s hips, and Wise’s breath turned into low, rough grunts against her mouth. Vivian tried to keep kissing him, but the pace made it difficult. Her lips kept slipping from his in little gasps before finding him again, her tongue brushing his between moans that she could no longer hold back.
When they finally broke for air, both of them were panting.
Wise lifted his head, eyes dark and focused, then shifted back upright.
Vivian looked dazed from the loss of his mouth, lips swollen and wet, eyes fluttering open as he leaned away. The separation only lasted long enough for him to change the angle. His hands moved from the sheets to her hips, fingers spreading over her slim waist and the soft curve beneath it. He gripped her there firmly, then lifted her lower body slightly off the bed, tilting her hips upward while her back remained against the mattress.
The new angle hit deeper immediately.
Wise thrust in, and Vivian cried out.
Her nails snapped to his arm, digging lightly into his skin as her eyes squeezed shut. Her head tipped back, throat exposed, lips trembling around a moan that came out louder than before. Wise held her hips in both hands and began fucking her harder, using the grip to pull her into each thrust while his hips drove forward. Her body rocked beneath him, the lower half lifted into his rhythm, legs bouncing against his sides every time he buried himself inside her.
“Lord Phaethon—ahh!”
The title broke in the middle, dissolving into a moan as Wise picked up the pace.
His grip tightened on her hips, fingers pressing into soft skin and the torn edges of pantyhose. Vivian’s body shook with every impact, her breasts bouncing beneath the bra, her stomach tightening as the thrusts started hitting the same deep place over and over. Her nails scraped down his arm, not enough to hurt badly, just enough to leave thin red lines that made Wise grunt through his teeth.
She felt too good.
The thought barely formed before the pressure of her body swallowed it. Vivian’s pussy clamped around him with every inward stroke, hot and slick and tight enough that each pull out felt like she was trying to drag him back. Wise’s grunts grew heavier, his breathing rougher, his jaw clenched as he fought the overwhelming pull of her. The earlier release should have made him steadier, but Vivian’s body kept milking at him with wet, fluttering squeezes that threatened to tear that control away again.
Vivian grabbed the sheets beside her head.
Her hands balled the fabric into tight fists, arms bent, shoulders pressed into the bed while her head tipped so far back that her hair spread behind her in pale lavender waves. Her face angled upward, almost upside down against the pillow, mouth open, eyes closed, flushed cheeks shining with heat. Words came out in pieces now, broken by each thrust, her voice rising and falling helplessly with the rhythm Wise forced through her.
“Lord—ahh—Phae—mmh—thon—!”
Wise’s hips snapped forward harder.
Vivian’s legs bounced against his sides, thighs trembling with each impact, pantyhose sliding and stretching over her skin. The torn opening between her legs grew messier as his cock drove in and out, slickness coating him and smearing along her folds every time he pushed deep. The sound of it filled the room: heavy breaths, wet thrusts, the creak of the bed, Vivian’s broken moans, and Wise’s strained grunts as he held her hips up and fucked her with increasing force.
Her body kept trying to arch higher.
Wise used that, lifting her hips a little more, angling her until every thrust made her shake from her thighs to her chest. Vivian’s grip on the sheets tightened so hard her fingers trembled. Her tongue slipped briefly past her lips as another cry left her, breathless and overwhelmed, and her eyes fluttered beneath closed lids as if she could barely hold onto the room around her.
The pleasure was no longer gentle enough for thought.
Vivian could only feel him moving inside her, the deep stretch, the wet pressure, the repeated drag of his cock through her tight walls. Each thrust sent a spark of heat through her stomach. Each pull left her clenching around emptiness for a fraction of a second before he filled her again. Her body started to meet him in tiny, helpless motions, hips jerking upward whenever he drove down, not coordinated, not controlled, only desperate.
Wise looked down at her and nearly lost his rhythm.
Vivian was wrecked under him already, bra shifted, hair spread everywhere, face flushed and turned back, lips open around his name, thighs shaking against him while her pussy squeezed him like it never wanted him to pull out. His hands flexed on her hips, pulling her into another hard thrust, and the sound she made sent heat rushing straight down his spine.
“Vivian,” he groaned, voice rough with effort.
Her name made her clench.
Wise hissed, teeth gritting as her walls tightened around him in a sudden, hungry pulse. He slowed for only half a second, not stopping, just adjusting to keep control. Vivian whimpered at the change, her fists twisting in the sheets as if even that tiny break in pace was unbearable.
Then Wise thrust again, deep and firm.
Her whole body jolted.
The next strokes came steady and powerful, his hips driving into her lifted body while his hands held her exactly where he wanted her. Vivian’s moans became softer but more frantic, each one breathless, shaking, torn loose by the pressure building inside her again. She was not coming yet, but the edge was forming somewhere deep and hot, gathering with every thrust that rubbed through her slick walls and pushed into that full, overwhelming place.
Wise felt it too.
He felt her tightening in waves, felt the way her body had adjusted only to become more sensitive, felt her pussy grip him harder whenever his angle struck right. Sweat gathered along his neck and chest, his arms flexing as he kept her hips raised, his breath leaving him in harsh pulls. He was not rushing toward release this time. Not yet. He was learning the rhythm of her body around him, how hard he could thrust before her voice broke, how deeply he could push before her nails dug in, how tightly she squeezed when his name came out of her mouth as worship instead of speech.
Vivian’s eyes fluttered open for a second.
Her gaze found him through the haze, red and unfocused, then slipped shut again when he drove into her with another deep stroke. Her lips trembled around a broken, breathless sound, and the sheets twisted tighter in her fists as the pleasure kept climbing.
Wise held her hips and kept going, pounding into her with a rhythm that grew hotter, louder, and more certain with every thrust, while Vivian shook beneath him, legs bouncing against his sides, body arching into the bed, and his title breaking from her mouth in pieces.
Vivian’s body kept rocking beneath him, her hips lifted in Wise’s hands while each thrust drove her deeper into the sheets.
Her eyes stayed closed, lashes trembling against her flushed cheeks, but her hands began moving with purpose even through the haze. Her fingers slipped behind her back, fumbling for the clasp of her black bra as Wise kept fucking into her. The first attempt failed when a harder thrust made her gasp and arch, her breasts bouncing against the tight fabric, but she tried again with a shaky little breath and finally snapped the clasp loose.
The bra slipped free.
Vivian tossed it blindly somewhere across the room, and the moment her breasts were bare, Wise’s rhythm stuttered for half a second. They bounced freely now with every thrust, soft and full, nipples stiff from the air and the earlier teasing, her pale skin flushed all the way down her chest. Wise’s eyes dragged over her before he could stop himself, and the sight of her laid out under him like that—pantyhose torn, face red, breasts moving with each impact, lips parted around helpless moans—made him groan through his teeth.
Vivian heard it.
Even with her eyes closed, she smiled faintly.
Wise leaned down before she could enjoy that too much and claimed her mouth again.
The kiss caught her by surprise. Her eyes fluttered open for a heartbeat, red and dazed, then slipped closed as she melted into him. His body pressed closer over hers, hips still moving, thrusts shorter for the angle but heavier with his weight behind them. Her moan spilled straight into his mouth, and he swallowed it with a rough breath, kissing her through the rhythm while her hands reached up and found his.
Wise’s fingers slid between hers.
He pinned her hands gently but firmly against the sheets on either side of her head, palms upward beneath his, their fingers interlocked tight. Vivian’s body shuddered at the intimacy of it. Not just being fucked, not just being filled, but held down by his hands while he kissed her, while his cock dragged in and out of her slick, clenching pussy with wet, heavy sounds.
Plap, plap, plap, squelch.
Wise moaned into the kiss as Vivian squeezed around him. Her walls had adjusted to his size now, but that only made the pleasure worse, because the tightness had turned smooth and hungry. Every pullback dragged through her with slick pressure, and every thrust in made her pussy flutter as if trying to keep him buried. He could feel precum leaking from him, mixing into the creamy mess between them, and the pressure in his lower body started mounting fast again.
Vivian felt his pace change.
Her legs lifted higher.
Then she locked them around his waist.
Wise grunted into her mouth as her ankles crossed behind him and pulled him closer. The new hold trapped him against her, making his thrusts shorter, faster, and more intense. He could not pull back as far now, but each quick snap of his hips drove him deep enough to make Vivian’s breasts bounce against his chest, and her fingers tightened around his. Her thighs clung to him through the torn pantyhose, squeezing with every little tremor that ran through her body.
Wise broke the kiss with a gasp for air.
His forehead hovered over hers, breath ragged, eyes half-lidded and strained. “Vivian, I’m—”
She did not let him finish.
Vivian freed one hand from his, only long enough to wrap her arm around his neck and pull him back down. Her mouth found his again with sudden hunger, cutting off the warning in a deep, messy kiss. Wise’s eyes widened for a second against hers, surprised by the force of it, then his restraint snapped another thread. He moaned into her mouth, fingers gripping the sheet beside her as his hips began pounding as fast and hard as the locked angle allowed.
Plapplapplap, squelch, clap, plap.
His body tried to tell him to pull out.
For one breath, the thought flashed clear and urgent through the pleasure. He was close, too close, and Vivian had him trapped with her legs, her mouth, her arms, her pussy clenching around him like it refused to let him go. He tried to shift back, just a little, but her legs tightened around his waist and dragged him flush again. Her wet heat sucked him back in with every tiny retreat, slick walls fluttering and gripping until the choice dissolved into raw sensation.
He could not contain it.
The only warning he managed came muffled against her lips.
“Crap—”
Wise thrust balls-deep and came.
His hips slammed flush against Vivian as his cock pulsed hard inside her, firing the first thick wave of cum deep into her pussy. His whole body locked above her, shoulders tense, jaw clenched into the kiss as a guttural groan tore from him and spilled into her mouth. The second pulse followed before he could breathe, hotter and heavier, flooding her with a force that made his fingers claw into the sheets beside her head.
Vivian’s eyes flew open.
Her pupils dilated, red eyes going wide and stunned as the heat burst inside her. A long moan stretched into Wise’s mouth, trembling and helpless, while her nails dug into his back. Her legs stayed locked around his waist, refusing to let him pull away, keeping him buried as wave after wave of his seed poured into her. Her expression loosened into bliss, eyes rolling upward as her own climax broke hard around him.
Her pussy clenched brutally.
Wise hissed into her mouth, the sound almost swallowed by the kiss as her walls gripped him tightly, milking pulses. The squeeze dragged more cum from him, each throb of his cock answering the spasms of her orgasm. Vivian’s back arched off the bed, breasts pressing into his chest, thighs trembling around his waist while her nails raked shallow lines down his back. Her body shook beneath him, caught between taking his load and coming around it, every nerve lit up by the fullness spreading inside her.
Squelch, pulse, gasp, wet little tremors under every locked thrust.
Wise kept firing into her.
He could feel every pulse leave him, feel his balls tightening through the release, feel Vivian’s pussy clamping around his cock as if she was determined to wring him completely dry. Cum filled her in thick, hot bursts, and the pressure of it made Vivian shake harder. Her moan broke against his lips, then became another as her eyes rolled farther back, lashes fluttering, mouth open beneath his, body quaking with aftershocks that kept milking him even when he thought he had nothing left.
The climax lasted long enough to leave both of them breathless.
Finally, Vivian’s legs began to weaken around him. Her ankles slipped apart behind his back, thighs falling open in trembling little drops as the strength went out of her. Wise pulled back from the kiss with a harsh inhale, lips wet, face flushed, chest heaving. He stayed buried for another second, cock twitching inside her, then slowly eased himself out.
Cum leaked after him immediately.
The first thick spill slipped from Vivian’s stretched pussy and pooled against the torn pantyhose beneath her. More followed in slow white lines, sliding down between her folds and onto the sheets as her body gave small, helpless twitches. Wise stared for half a second, panting hard, overwhelmed by the sight of her, filled and dazed under him.
Vivian lay there with her hair spread across the pillow, lips parted, eyes unfocused and glassy. Her chest rose and fell in quick breaths, breasts flushed, and bare, fingers still curled against the sheets as if her body had forgotten how to let go. She looked utterly dazed, floating somewhere beyond embarrassment, her thighs trembling open while his cum continued to leak out of her.
Wise swallowed.
“Vivian,” he said, voice rough with guilt and aftershock. “I’m sorry. I should’ve pulled out.”
That snapped her back.
Vivian pushed herself upright so quickly that her body wobbled, then settled onto her knees in front of him, sitting back on her legs with her hands folded neatly in her lap as if she had not just been fucked into a trembling mess. Her face was blazing red, but her expression carried almost frantic reassurance. She looked down first, then shook her head.
“Oh no,” she said quickly. “It is okay. I actually wanted you to cum inside.”
Wise blinked.
Vivian’s blush somehow deepened further, but she kept going, voice small and earnest. “I will take responsibility anyway. Everything will be okay.”
“Are you sure?” Wise asked, still breathing hard. “I feel like—”
“It is okay,” Vivian cut in, then immediately looked embarrassed at interrupting him. “Really. Today is surely a safe day.”
For them, in that moment, the words sounded reassuring enough.
For anyone watching from the outside, it absolutely was not.
Wise stared at her for another beat, trying to decide how to respond, but Vivian’s eyes had already drifted downward again. His cock was still hard, wet with their mixed slickness, twitching faintly despite the second load he had just emptied into her. Vivian noticed the movement, and the red in her face shifted into something warmer, more playful, and more openly pleased.
She turned around on the bed.
Wise’s breath caught as Vivian placed her hands on the sheets and raised her hips, presenting her ass toward him with an exaggerated little sway. The torn pantyhose framed the curve of her thighs and hips; ruined fabric stretched around the opening he had made earlier, while the slick mess between her legs glistened with their mixed fluids. Cum still leaked from her pussy in slow, creamy drips, catching against the torn dark fabric before slipping lower.
Vivian glanced back over her shoulder.
Her cheeks were still bright red, but her smile had turned flirtatious, proud in a shy, trembling way.
“Lord Phaethon,” she said softly, “your prize is waiting.”
Wise’s cock hardened fully again.
The sight of her like that erased whatever fragile composure he had been trying to rebuild. Vivian’s ass swayed once more, soft and inviting, the torn pantyhose making the whole image filthier than if she had been completely naked. Wise moved toward her almost before he decided to, hands settling on her hips, fingers pressing into the smooth curve where her waist widened beneath his grip.
He rubbed himself against her first.
His cock slid along her soaked pussy, dragging through the creamy mixture leaking from her, bumping her clit with slow, teasing pressure before slipping lower again. Vivian shivered, fingers curling into the sheets, knees spreading slightly beneath her as her body angled back toward him. Wise rocked against her a few more times, coating himself in the mess, feeling the heat of her folds slide against him while she breathed shakily over her shoulder.
He reached down with one hand to steady himself.
His other hand briefly found hers, fingers touching near the sheet as if he needed that final point of connection before taking her again. Vivian’s fingers curled against his for a second, then released when he lined the head of his cock with her entrance. He pushed forward slowly, and the tip slipped inside with a wet, easy glide.
Vivian moaned immediately.
The stretch was still there, but the resistance had softened under all the slickness between them. Wise pressed in another inch, then another, his hand returning to her hip as soon as he no longer needed to guide himself. Both hands settled firmly on her waist and hips, and he pushed the rest of the way inside with one steady, careful motion.
Her body accepted him more easily this time.
The wet sound of re-entry was thick and obscene, a soft schlup followed by Vivian’s breathy moan as his cock filled her again. Their mixed cum and arousal made every inch slide deeper without the same initial sting, though her pussy still clenched around him in hot, fluttering pulses once he was fully buried. Wise paused behind her, fingers tightening on her hips, jaw tensing as he adjusted to the tight, slick heat all over again.
Vivian spread her knees wider.
She angled them outward, opening herself at roughly a forty-five-degree spread so Wise had more access and a smoother line into her. Her upper body lowered slightly toward the bed, hair spilling over one shoulder, while her hips stayed raised in his hands. The position made her ass lift higher, made her back dip, and made Wise’s cock press into her at a deeper angle that drew a slow, shaky moan from her throat.
Wise took a breath.
Then he began moving slowly.
His first thrusts were measured, sliding out halfway before pressing back in with a wet, full glide. Vivian moaned softly with each one, fingers gripping the sheets while her hips rocked back into him by tiny degrees. The pace was gentle compared to the rough rush that had made him cum inside her moments earlier, but the new angle promised something heavier. Wise could feel it in the way her body opened around him, in the smooth pull of her pussy, in the creamy mess coating each stroke, and in the way Vivian’s shoulders trembled as she waited for him to stop being careful.
For now, he kept the rhythm slow.
Vivian lowered her head, panting into the sheets, ass lifted in his hands and knees spread wide enough to give him everything.
Wise held her hips, fully buried behind her, and let the next round begin with a deep, slick thrust that made her moan his title into the room all over again.
Wise’s slow rhythm did not last long.
Vivian’s body was too warm around him, too slick, too eager in the way her hips kept tilting back into each careful thrust as if she was silently begging him to stop treating her gently. Her knees remained spread at that wider angle, opening her lower body for him while her upper half stayed lowered toward the sheets. The torn pantyhose stretched over her thighs and hips, framing the place where his cock kept sliding in and out of her with a wet, creamy drag. Every stroke pushed a small shiver through her back, and every retreat made her pussy clench around him like it was trying to keep him from leaving at all.
Wise’s hands tightened on her hips.
His pace built into a steady doggystyle rhythm, not frantic yet, but firm enough that each thrust made Vivian’s ass push back and ripple against his pelvis. The sound of their bodies meeting grew heavier, a rhythmic clap beneath the slick squelch of him fucking back into the mess he had already made inside her. Vivian’s eyes stayed closed at first, her cheek turned toward the sheets, lips parted as soft pants and helpless moans spilled out of her with every impact. Her fingers gripped the bedding beneath her, wrinkling it into tight folds while her body rocked forward and back under the force of him.
Wise leaned over her just enough to reach around.
One hand slid from her hip to her chest, palm closing around one of her breasts as he continued thrusting behind her. Vivian’s breath caught immediately. Her back arched higher, pressing her breast into his hand while his fingers squeezed the soft weight and his thumb rubbed over the stiff peak. The added stimulation made her pussy flutter around him in tight, hot pulses, and Wise grunted through his teeth as the squeeze dragged along his cock.
He kept fucking her.
His hips snapped forward with more speed now, each thrust pushing deep before pulling back through the creamy heat of her. Vivian’s breast bounced in his hand as much as against the motion of his hips, and when he massaged her harder, her body answered by trembling beneath him. Her moans turned shakier, more breathless, no longer neat sounds but open-mouthed pants broken by the clap of his pelvis against her ass. The bed creaked under their combined movement, sheets sliding beneath her knees as the rhythm quickened and grew rougher.
Wise’s breathing grew harsh behind her.
Sweat gathered along his chest and abdomen, his muscles flexing as he drove into her with increasing force. The tightness inside her had not eased the way he expected. If anything, the more he fucked her, the more her body seemed to grip him, walls clenching with slick, milking pressure every time he buried himself deep. He gritted his teeth, jaw tight, eyes narrowing as he felt her fluttering around him like she was still trying to wring him dry despite already being filled.
Vivian’s hips started to lose steadiness.
Her lower body kept trying to meet his thrusts, but the pace made each motion stagger into the next. Wise caught one of her arms and pulled it back toward him, not hard enough to hurt, but firmly enough to draw her upper body into a sharper arch. The change made her lower half collide faster with his thrusts, her ass clapping back against him each time he drove forward. Vivian’s other hand stayed locked in the sheets beside her head, fingers curled so tight the knuckles paled, while her mouth remained open in a breathless, pleasure-drunk pant.
The angle bent her beautifully beneath him.
Her back arched, her chest pushed forward, one arm held back in his grip while her hips stayed raised and open. Wise used the hold to pull her back into him, increasing the force of every thrust until the sound became louder and wetter. His cock plunged into her with slick, obscene ease, then dragged back through her clenching heat, only for him to snap forward again and make her whole body jerk. The torn pantyhose rubbed against his thighs, the fabric ruined and stretched around their movement, while the creamy mess between them made every impact shine.
Vivian’s eyes fluttered open.
The dazed red had changed. Her pupils had gone soft and heart-shaped with pleasure, unfocused and glossy as she stared downward at nothing, face flushed bright and slack with bliss. Her lips stayed parted, tongue visible behind uneven breaths, and every time Wise pulled her arm tighter to guide her back, her eyes rolled a little higher before settling again into that half-lost, heart-eyed haze. She looked overwhelmed in the prettiest way, still conscious enough to feel everything but too far gone to arrange a single thought into words.
Wise shifted his hand from her breast.
His fingers slid upward along her chest and neck, then came near her mouth as he kept pounding into her from behind. Vivian accepted the touch instantly, lips brushing his fingers as her jaw stayed open around panting moans. One of his fingers slipped partly into her mouth, resting over her tongue while she breathed and whimpered around it. She tasted him in faint traces, salt and skin and the heat of the room, her lips closing weakly for a second before falling open again as another thrust punched a shaky sound out of her.
The feeling of her mouth around his finger and her pussy around his cock nearly broke his rhythm.
Wise hissed under his breath and fucked her harder.
His hips drove forward in short, powerful snaps now, using the grip on her arm to pull her back while his other hand stayed at her face, finger resting in her mouth as she panted around it. Vivian’s cheeks burned hotter, drool gathering lightly around his finger and shining at her lower lip. Her heart-shaped pupils remained unfocused, lids heavy, lashes trembling as her body took the rhythm. Each thrust made her ass clap against him with a sharp, wet impact, and each impact sent a ripple through the soft curve of her backside.
The room filled with sound.
The bed creaked in tight, repeated bursts beneath them. Vivian’s open-mouthed moans came around Wise’s finger in muffled, breathless waves, broken by little wet gasps whenever his hips hit especially deep. Wise’s grunts grew rougher, lower, dragged out of him by the relentless squeeze of her walls. Beneath all of it was the sticky, constant rhythm of sex: slick thrusts, skin slapping skin, creamy squelches each time he buried himself inside her, and the faint rustle of pantyhose against sweat-warmed skin.
Vivian’s body shook harder.
Her thighs trembled at the wider angle, knees pressing into the mattress as her hips were pulled back into every thrust. The grip on her arm kept her arched, her shoulder lifted slightly, her breasts swaying beneath her as her upper body hovered between collapse and being held in place by him. Her free hand twisted tighter in the sheet while her lips worked weakly around his finger, little tastes and broken sucks happening between gasps whenever his cock drove into a place that made her spine bow.
Wise could feel every reaction through her.
Her inner walls clenched when his finger pressed a little farther into her mouth. They fluttered when his hips snapped harder. They pulsed when her ass bounced against him, and the shock traveled through her body. The tightness was maddening, slick enough to let him move but still gripping him so fiercely that every thrust felt like forcing himself through wet heat that wanted to swallow him whole. His teeth stayed gritted, breath coming in rough bursts as his arms worked to hold her exactly where he wanted her.
Vivian’s head dipped, then lifted again as another thrust drove her forward.
Her eyes rolled under half-lowered lids, heart-shaped pupils wobbling in that dazed red gaze before her lashes fluttered nearly shut. Her mouth remained open around his finger, panting and moaning in helpless rhythm. A thin shine of saliva gathered at the corner of her lips, sliding over his skin as she tried to breathe through the overwhelming pace. Her hips twitched back into him in tiny, involuntary motions, unable to stop chasing the fullness even as the roughness made her whole body quiver.
Wise’s grip on her arm tightened just enough to steady her.
He pulled her back into a deeper thrust, and Vivian’s body buckled. Her ass collided with his pelvis in a heavy clap, her pussy clamping around him with a sudden pulse that made his jaw lock. He held the stroke for only a fraction of a second before drawing back and driving in again, repeating the angle until her moans turned into shaky, muffled cries around his finger.
The pace settled into something rougher and more confident.
Wise fucked her with his knees planted behind her, one hand holding her arm back, the other at her mouth, his body driving forward while Vivian stayed arched and trembling beneath him. Her torn pantyhose framed the movement of her hips, her ass bounced with each impact, and her pussy stayed impossibly tight around him, fluttering and squeezing as though each thrust only made her more desperate. He did not speak. She did not either. Their bodies did enough, answering each other through clenching, grinding, panting, and the steady collision of his hips against her.
Vivian’s pleasure kept building.
It showed in the way her legs shook harder, in the way her free hand clawed at the sheet, in the way her heart-shaped pupils glazed until her expression looked almost mindless. She panted around his finger, mouth wet and open, cheeks flushed, hair sticking in pale strands to her face. Wise watched her arch under him and felt his own control strain against the brutal pleasure of her tightness, his hips continuing to snap forward with enough force to keep her ass clapping back against him.
He kept the rhythm hard and relentless, dragging her back into every thrust until Vivian’s whole body trembled beneath him, caught between his grip, his finger in her mouth, his cock pounding into her, and the rough, wet heat rising toward whatever came next.
Wise released her arm first, then eased his finger from her mouth.
The moment his grip disappeared, Vivian’s body lost the last bit of structure it had been pretending to hold. Her upper half folded forward in a trembling collapse, face sinking into the pillow with a muffled, breathless cry while her arms gave out beneath her. One hand slid weakly across the sheets before curling around the pillow under her cheek, clutching it like it was the only thing keeping her anchored. Her other arm tucked near her head, limp and shaking, fingers flexing uselessly against the fabric. Her lower body stayed lifted behind her, knees planted, ass raised, torn pantyhose stretched tight over her hips and thighs while the ruined opening between her legs stayed slick and exposed around Wise’s cock.
Wise paused only because the sudden collapse changed the angle.
His hands hovered at her hips for a heartbeat while he looked down at her. Vivian’s face was buried in the pillow; lavender hair spilled messily over her shoulders and across the bed, her back trembling in a soft arch while her ass remained lifted for him. Her panting came out muffled and hot against the pillow, broken by little whimpers that shivered through her body. Sweat glistened along the curve of her spine and the back of her thighs, catching the afternoon light in thin, damp streaks. The room had turned feverish around them, warm air clinging to skin, sheets damp under her body, every breath thick with heat and sex.
The new position hit Wise hard.
He gripped her ass in both hands.
His fingers sank into the soft, trembling flesh, spreading her slightly as he pulled her back onto him and drove in deep. Vivian moaned into the pillow, the sound coming out muffled and broken, her hips jolting under his palms as his cock buried into her slick heat with a heavy, wet squelch. Wise’s jaw clenched. Her body was still impossibly tight, still gripping him with that hot, fluttering pressure, and with her upper half collapsed beneath him, the angle let him push deeper than before.
He started moving again with a rougher surge of energy.
The first thrust after the pause snapped her forward into the pillow. The next dragged a louder cry out of her, swallowed by the fabric as her fingers clenched around it. Wise’s hands held her ass firmly, squeezing and pulling, using the grip to bring her lower body back into each hard drive of his hips. The room filled with the sound of it immediately, the wet slap of his pelvis against her raised ass mixing with the thick slide of his cock pushing through the creamy mess inside her. PLAP—PLAP—PLAP—SQUELCH echoed against the quiet walls, faster with every breath he lost.
Vivian could not lift her head.
She could only take it.
Her body rocked forward and back under him, upper half crushed into the bedding while her hips stayed raised by the force of his hands. Every thrust made her ass ripple beneath his grip, soft flesh bouncing and jiggling against him before his fingers dug in again and dragged her back. The torn pantyhose rubbed against his palms, ruined fabric damp where slickness and sweat had spread, and each deep impact sent a visible shiver up Vivian’s spine. Her moans kept spilling into the pillow in frantic, muffled waves, each one shaken loose by the pressure of him pounding into her over and over.
Wise gritted his teeth and leaned into the rhythm.
Sweat rolled down his chest and stomach, dripping onto her lower back as his body worked behind hers. His knees pressed hard into the mattress, muscles flexing with every thrust, breath leaving him in low, rough grunts. Vivian’s pussy clamped around him with every inward stroke, hot and slick and still tight enough to make his vision blur at the edges. The angle dragged him deep, pressing hard into that sensitive end of her body again and again, and every time he struck there, Vivian’s whole frame jerked beneath him.
Her pillow-muffled cry rose higher.
Mmph—ahh—hnngh!
Wise’s grip tightened on her ass until the soft flesh spread under his fingers. He pulled her open, watched himself sink into her, then snapped his hips forward hard enough to make her legs shake. A wet, heavy schlk followed the thrust, then another loud clap as their bodies collided. Vivian’s knees slid slightly on the sheets, but she did not fall flat; Wise’s hands and the force of his rhythm kept her hips up, kept her presented, kept her trapped in the deep, brutal angle that made her moans turn ragged into the pillow.
Her body was drenched in reaction.
Her thighs trembled. Her toes curled against the bed. Her ass rippled in Wise’s hands with every impact, bouncing against his pelvis as he pounded her harder. Sweat gathered behind her knees and along the curve of her hips, making the sheer pantyhose cling to her skin. Her back arched in small helpless waves, not because she had the strength to pose, but because every thrust shoved pleasure through her so intensely that her spine kept trying to bow away from it. The pillow under her face was dampened with breath, drool, and muffled cries.
Wise’s breathing grew more ragged.
He could feel his end getting closer again, pressure coiling low and hot with every slick plunge into her. Vivian’s walls were not loosening; they were squeezing him harder the rougher he got, clamping in needy little pulses whenever he pushed deepest. It felt like her body was trying to milk him even before he was ready, dragging at him with every withdrawal, fluttering around the head when he nearly pulled back, then swallowing him tight when he slammed back in.
PLAPPLAPPLAP—SQUELCH—CLAP.
The rhythm turned relentless.
Wise fucked her with both hands full of her ass, thumbs pressing into the plush curve while his fingers held her steady. His hips drove forward in powerful, repeated snaps, each one forcing a muffled cry from Vivian’s throat. Her arm tightened around the pillow, clutching it against her face, and her other hand clawed weakly at the sheets as her body bounced beneath him. She tried to breathe between moans, but the pace kept stealing the air from her, turning every inhale into a shaky gasp and every exhale into another broken sound.
Her face stayed hidden, but the rest of her betrayed everything.
Her hips twitched back into him whenever he pulled away. Her thighs shook wider. Her lower back flexed under the sweat-slick fall of lavender hair sticking to her skin. Her pussy pulsed around him in hot, frantic ripples, each clench making Wise hiss through his teeth. He could feel the slick mess spreading down the inside of her thighs, could feel his earlier cum being pushed and dragged with every thrust, could hear it in the creamy squelch that followed each deep plunge.
Wise groaned low in his throat.
The sound came rough and strained, dragged out of him by the tight grip of her body and the sight of her collapsed beneath him with her ass still lifted. He slapped his hips forward again, deeper, harder, and Vivian’s moan broke into a trembling sob against the pillow. Her legs buckled for a second, knees dipping, but his grip on her ass held her up and pulled her back into the next thrust before she could slip away.
The bed creaked under them.
The sheets bunched around Vivian’s fists. The pillow muffled her cries into hot, frantic vibrations. The room smelled like sweat, skin, torn fabric, and the thick mess of sex. Wise’s body moved with harsher focus now, every muscle in his stomach and thighs tightening as he chased the pressure building inside him. His fingers squeezed Vivian’s ass harder, feeling the flesh ripple and bounce with each collision, feeling her tremble as he drove into her again and again.
Vivian’s moans became less coherent.
They came out as muffled strings of sound, half swallowed by the pillow, half broken by the impact of his hips. Hnngh—mmph—ahh—ahh—! Each cry shook through her body, and each shake made her pussy flutter tighter around him. She was not forming words anymore. Her mouth stayed open against the pillow, panting into it, drooling slightly as pleasure turned her body loose and useless beneath him. Her eyes, hidden by the angle and her hair, fluttered under closed lids as the pressure inside her kept mounting.
Wise felt another hot pulse gather at the base of his spine.
He gritted his teeth harder and forced himself to hold it back.
Not yet.
He kept pounding instead, rough and deep, letting the angle drive him against her most sensitive place until Vivian’s whole body quivered under his hands. Her ass clapped against him in fast, wet impacts, flesh rippling through his grip. Her thighs shook so badly that the mattress trembled beneath her knees. Her pussy clenched and squeezed in a rhythm that threatened to drag him straight over the edge, but Wise held on with harsh breaths and a locked jaw, riding the tight heat without letting himself finish too soon.
The next thrust made Vivian’s back arch sharply.
Her muffled cry rose louder into the pillow, and her hips jerked back against him with a desperate little grind. Wise answered by pulling her ass toward him and burying himself deep, holding there for one heavy second while her walls spasmed around him. The tight, wet clutch made his vision flash white at the edges, but he dragged himself back before the release could break.
Then he started moving again.
Faster.
The sound became a filthy rush of skin and slickness, plapplapplap, squelch, clap, schlk, each impact punching through the steamy room while Vivian shook beneath him. Wise’s hands stayed locked on her ass, his body driving into hers with enough force to make the bed groan and the pillow swallow her cries. The afternoon outside Random Play stayed calm, sunlit, ordinary, while upstairs in his room Vivian Banshee lay folded into the bedding, arms useless, face buried, ass raised, and body trembling through every deep, rough thrust Wise gave her.
His end was close now.
Vivian’s body knew it too.
Her pussy tightened in quick, hungry pulses, clenching around him like it wanted another load, like it had been made to pull him apart. Wise’s breath stuttered, hips snapping harder, fingers digging into the softness of her ass as the pleasure coiled dangerously tight. He did not speak. He did not need to. His grunts, his pace, the force of his grip, and the relentless collision of his hips against her told the whole story.
Vivian clutched the pillow harder and moaned into it, her body quaking beneath him as he kept fucking her toward the next edge.
Wise’s rhythm turned heavier before it turned faster.
Vivian could feel it even with her face buried in the pillow, even with her thoughts reduced to heat, pressure, and the muffled cries shaking out of her throat. His hands stayed buried in the soft curve of her ass for a few more brutal thrusts, fingers digging in, pulling her back into the sharp drive of his hips as her lower body bounced beneath him. Each impact made her rear ripple through his grip, the torn pantyhose stretched and ruined around the slick mess between her thighs while the bed groaned under the force of them.
Then Wise shifted forward.
One hand left her ass and punched into the sheets beside her, fist twisting hard into the bedding for leverage. His body leaned over hers, not fully collapsing yet, but looming close enough that his sweat-damp chest nearly hovered over the arch of her back. The new angle pressed him deeper. His hips drove down and forward instead of only straight in, and Vivian’s entire body jerked beneath him when his cock slammed into that sensitive depth again.
PLAPPLAPPLAP—SQUELCH—CLAP!
Vivian bit the pillow.
The muffled moan that tore out of her came out thick and broken through the fabric, more vibration than voice. Her eyes rolled back beneath fluttering lashes, red disappearing behind a haze of white as her body tried to process the sudden, punishing change in angle. Her arms had already given up. One clutched the pillow weakly beneath her face while the other lay curled near her head, fingers twitching against the sheet each time Wise pounded into her. Her back arched toward him in a trembling curve, not because she had the strength to hold the pose, but because every thrust shoved pleasure through her so hard that her spine kept bowing into it.
Wise was losing control.
His grunts turned rougher, more ragged, each one punched out of him by the tight drag of Vivian’s pussy around his cock. His jaw clenched until the muscles stood out, and a thin shine of drool slipped from the corner of his mouth as he huffed through his teeth. He barely noticed. The world had narrowed to the white-knuckled grip of his fist in the sheets, the hot, slick clutch around him, the bounce of Vivian’s body beneath him, and the obscene rhythm of his hips colliding with her ass hard enough to make the sound crack through the room.
CLAP—SQUELCH—PLAP—PLAP—CLAP!
Her ass rippled with every impact.
Wise could feel the soft flesh jolt under him, could see it bounce back against his pelvis as he drove forward and dragged out only far enough to slam in again. The torn pantyhose clung damply to her skin, dark sheer fabric stretched over trembling thighs, ripped wide at the center where his cock kept disappearing into her. Cum from earlier had already smeared across her folds, down her thighs, and along the curve of her ass, with thin streaks catching near the crease and glistening in the afternoon light. Every new thrust shoved more of the mess out around him before the next plunge fucked it back in.
Vivian’s feet lifted slightly off the bed.
Her knees remained planted, but the force of Wise’s thrusts rocked her so hard that her toes curled and flexed in the air, pantyhose pulled tight over them as her legs shook. The pillow under her face was dampened with breath and saliva while her teeth stayed sunk into the edge of it. Her moans were trapped there, muffled into desperate, broken sounds that rose higher every time Wise’s cock pushed against the deepest part of her.
Wise’s breath hitched.
The pressure at the base of his spine tightened so suddenly that his rhythm stuttered for half a stroke. Vivian’s pussy reacted immediately, clenching around him in a hot, gripping pulse that nearly ripped the climax out of him on the spot. He hissed, eyes squeezing shut for a second, then forced them open again as his fist twisted harder into the sheet.
His hips snapped forward.
Again.
Again.
The last few thrusts came with raw, powerful force, each one driving him into her until Vivian’s body jolted and her muffled cries broke apart against the pillow. Wise’s teeth bared, jaw locked, sweat running down his face as his body chased the edge with no space left for restraint. Vivian’s walls stayed brutally tight around him, slick and clamping, squeezing with such fierce pressure that every withdrawal felt like a fight and every return felt like being swallowed whole.
Then Wise slammed fully into her.
His hips hit flush against her raised ass, balls pressing tight as he buried every inch deep inside.
He came hard.
The first pulse tore through him with enough force to make his whole body lock over hers. His cock throbbed violently inside Vivian, firing a thick, hot wave deep into her womb while a guttural groan ripped out of his chest. His fist crushed the sheets beside her, knuckles white, body trembling from the force of release as the next pulse followed immediately. Then another. Then another, heavy and relentless, each wave dumping into her with a deep, flooding pressure that made Vivian’s entire body seize.
Her eyes flew open wide.
For one stunned second, her pupils dilated through the haze, blown wide and glassy as the heat exploded inside her. Her tongue slipped out against the pillow, breath knocked from her in a sharp, silent gasp before it turned into a long muffled moan. Her body climaxed around him at the same time, pussy clamping down in violent, milking spasms that dragged more from Wise with every squeeze.
Wise nearly buckled.
The tightness was unreal. Vivian’s walls clenched around him like they were trying to wring him empty, fluttering and crushing in waves while his cock kept pulsing. He gritted his teeth hard enough to ache, hips still pressed deep as his balls tightened through another brutal spurt. More cum flooded into her, hot and thick, replacing the last load with the next, filling her again and again until the pressure had nowhere to go but back around him in creamy overflow.
SQUELCH—pulse—CLENCH—pulse—SQUELCH.
Vivian shook beneath him.
Her toes curled hard, feet lifted off the bed as her orgasm ripped through her in full-body tremors. The arch of her back trembled under Wise’s looming body, hips jerking helplessly into him while her ass quivered against his pelvis. Her mouth stayed open against the pillow, tongue out, moans trapped and smeared into the fabric as her eyes rolled back again. Every spasm of her pussy milked him harder, and every pulse of Wise’s cock made her twitch like another shock had gone through her.
Wise pulled back only a little.
The moment his hips retreated, Vivian’s body tried to keep him, her walls dragging tight along his shaft, creamy slickness spilling around the base. He shoved back in before the sensation could fade, burying himself deep again and firing another wave into her with a rough, broken groan. The thrust pushed some of the earlier cum out around him, sending it sliding along her swollen folds and down the inside of her thigh, while more smeared over the curve of her ass and into the crease from the force of his body meeting hers.
He did it again.
Pulled back just enough to feel the slick grip of her around him, then drove forward and came in another hot pulse, his body wracked by the repeated release. Vivian jolted each time, shaking under him, the pillow swallowing her cries while her body accepted every wave. White streaks marked her thigh, her ass, the torn pantyhose, and the sheet beneath them, evidence of how much he had already dumped into her and how much still kept spilling out with each brutal throb.
Wise could not stop right away.
His hips gave short, desperate pushes as the climax kept firing through him, smaller bursts following the heavy waves, each one pulled out by the tight flutter of Vivian’s walls. His body loomed over hers, fist still planted in the sheets, his other hand gripping her ass hard enough to feel the flesh ripple under his palm. Sweat dripped from his chin onto her back. His breath came in harsh, broken huffs, and the sounds of release mixed with the wet, obscene squelch of his cock still buried inside her.
Vivian’s orgasm would not let go either.
Her body quaked in aftershocks, thighs shaking so hard the bed trembled beneath her knees. Her feet curled and flexed, toes scrunching through the pantyhose while her hips twitched back against him in tiny helpless jerks. Her pussy clenched in repeated pulses, each one weaker than the last but still tight enough to make Wise hiss as another small spurt emptied into her. Her eyes stayed rolled, face pressed into the pillow, mouth open and wet against the fabric while her body went slack everywhere except the places pleasure kept seizing.
Finally, Wise’s climax began to fade.
The last heavy wave left him with a deep, shuddering groan. His hips stayed flush for a few seconds, cock twitching inside her as smaller pulses followed, little aftershocks of cum spilling into the already-flooded heat of her. His fist loosened in the sheets. His shoulders shook. The strength in his thighs started to fail now that the edge had finally broken.
Vivian’s body softened beneath him.
Her raised hips sagged slightly, but Wise was still inside her, still over her, still holding her in the position through sheer weight and the last tremors of release. Her moans faded into breathless little sounds against the pillow, each one muffled and weak. The room around them felt soaked in heat. The air was heavy with sweat, sex, and the thick smell of cum. The bed was a wreck beneath them, sheets twisted, pillow damp, pantyhose torn, both bodies glistening from the force of what had just happened.
Wise collapsed forward.
He came down onto Vivian’s back, chest pressing against her sweat-slick skin, careful only in the last second not to crush her with all his weight. His face dipped near her shoulder, breath hot and ragged against her hair. His cock remained buried inside her, still pulsing faintly, giving a few small final spurts that made Vivian twitch under him each time. She could barely react anymore beyond tiny quivers, her body limp beneath his, ass trembling softly against his hips while the last of his release leaked around where they were still joined.
For a while, neither of them moved.
Wise panted against her back, one arm braced weakly beside her while the rest of him lay heavy over her. Vivian clutched the pillow with one loose hand, fingers barely curled, body twitching through fading aftershocks. Her thighs trembled under the ruined pantyhose. Her pussy fluttered around him in small, exhausted squeezes, milking nothing but the last faint pulses from his overspent cock.
At last, Wise pulled out.
The withdrawal was slow and messy, dragging a wet shudder from both of them. His cock slipped free with a thick schlup, and cum immediately spilled from Vivian in a heavy, creamy leak that ran down her folds and onto the already-stained bedding beneath her. More clung to the torn edges of her pantyhose, smeared along her thighs and ass, shining where earlier loads had dried tacky and fresh ones still ran hot.
Wise rolled onto his back beside her.
He landed with a breathless huff, one arm thrown over his face as his chest heaved. His body was spent, sweat-slick, and trembling with the leftover shock of the climax. His cock twitched weakly against his stomach, still wet, still flushed, but finally losing some of its impossible urgency.
Beside him, Vivian remained collapsed on her front, face half-buried in the pillow, lavender hair spread everywhere and stuck to her flushed skin. Her body twitched in little helpless pulses, thighs shaking, hips giving tiny aftershocks as cum leaked slowly from her and pooled beneath her. Her lips were parted against the pillow, eyes half-lidded and dazed, the last traces of her orgasm still flickering through her in soft, visible tremors.
Wise lay there panting with his arm over his eyes, trying to pull air back into his lungs.
Vivian trembled beside him, ruined, flooded, and too blissed out to move.
The only sounds left were their ragged breathing, the faint creak of the bed settling under them, and the quiet, wet drip of everything Wise had poured into her.
Wise’s breathing slowly started to even out, though his body still felt like it had been wrung dry and left steaming in the wreckage of his own bed.
For a while, he only stared up at the ceiling with one arm thrown over his face, chest rising and falling in heavy, uneven pulls. Sweat cooled on his skin in slow patches. The sheets beneath him were twisted, damp, and ruined in more ways than he wanted to think about yet. His legs still felt weak from the last round, and every muscle in his hips, stomach, and thighs carried the dull ache of having pushed himself far past what he had expected out of one quiet afternoon.
Beside him, Vivian was coming down from her own high in soft, visible tremors.
She lay on her front at first, face half-buried in the pillow, lavender hair spread everywhere across the sheets and sticking to the flush on her cheeks. Her torn pantyhose clung to her legs in ruined dark lines, and her body twitched every few seconds from the aftershocks still rolling through her. Little breaths left her lips, warm and shaky, and every so often her thighs tightened weakly as if her body remembered the depth of him inside her and reacted all over again.
Then she turned toward him.
The movement was slow, clumsy, and bliss-heavy. Vivian rolled onto her side with a faint shiver, one hand brushing messy hair away from her face. Her red eyes were half-lidded and hazy, but when she looked at Wise, her mouth curved into a happy, exhausted smile so open and sweet that it made the heat in his chest soften into something much gentler.
Wise looked back at her.
Then, without thinking too much about it, he reached over and brought her closer.
Vivian gave a tiny startled sound when his arm slid around her and pulled her against him. Her body settled along his side, warm and trembling, and her head came to rest against his chest. The second she realized where she was, her face turned violently red.
“L-Lord P-Phaethon?!” she stuttered.
Wise laughed softly, the sound tired and a little breathless. “It’s okay.”
Vivian stayed stiff for half a second longer, as if being held like this had somehow embarrassed her more than everything else they had just done. Then she slowly melted against him, cheek pressing to his chest, one hand resting carefully over his stomach as though she was afraid to move too suddenly and break the moment.
Wise’s fingers brushed through her hair.
“I might have gone overboard with you,” he admitted, voice rough from exertion.
Vivian giggled against him.
The sound was soft, pleased, and far too proud for someone who looked like she had just survived a natural disaster in lingerie and ruined pantyhose. She tilted her head enough to look up at him, red eyes still dazed but bright with devotion.
“Nonsense,” she said warmly. “You were just as wild as I hoped you would be.”
Wise’s face went hot again.
Vivian’s smile widened, dreamy and affectionate. “I am happy I could help you, Lord Phaethon. You were so clearly pent up. It would have been cruel to leave you that way.”
Wise gave a weak chuckle and stared at the ceiling.
‘Right. Vivian.’ His hand paused briefly in her hair. ‘Sometimes I forget exactly how far she’s willing to go for me.’
That thought had barely settled before his eyes widened. Something warm slid around his cock.
Wise’s breath caught hard in his throat. He looked down, and Vivian looked up at him with a smile that had turned far less innocent. Her hand had drifted lower between them, fingers wrapping around him with slow, delicate pressure, stroking him in a lazy rhythm that made his entire body tense despite how exhausted he was.
His cock twitched in her hand.
Vivian’s red eyes glittered.
“Oh, Lord Phaethon,” she murmured, voice soft and flirtatious, “it seems you still have more to release.”
Wise swallowed.
Vivian’s thumb circled him with a slick, teasing stroke.
“We can go again.”
His mouth went dry.
‘Uh oh.’
A few minutes later, Random Play’s front door chimed open downstairs.
Belle stepped inside with the satisfied bounce of someone who had just spent the afternoon with Ellen and the others, won at least one arcade game through questionable levels of confidence, and purchased more snacks than one person could reasonably justify. She hummed to herself as she entered, a bag swinging lightly from one hand while her free hand pushed the door shut behind her.
“Wise?” she called.
No answer.
Belle blinked, glancing toward the counter.
Bangboo 18 was still stationed there like a tiny guardian of retail order. That was normal enough, but the store itself felt strangely unattended for how late in the afternoon it had gotten. The lights were still on. The shelves were untouched. The open sign had not been flipped properly. The shop had clearly been slow, which meant Wise should have closed up early or at least been downstairs pretending not to reorganize tapes for the fourth time.
Belle narrowed her eyes.
“Don’t tell me he watched something without me.”
The thought alone summoned the full force of upset-little-sister energy.
She set her snack bag down near the counter, gave Bangboo 18 a quick look, and pointed toward the stairs. “If he betrays the movie order again, you’re my witness.”
Bangboo 18 stared back.
Belle accepted that as an agreement and headed upstairs.
At first, she only heard the normal quiet of the living space above Random Play: the faint creak of the building, the muffled hum of the air conditioner, the distant street noise softened through the walls. Then she reached the hallway, and another sound slipped through.
A moan.
Belle froze.
Her eyes narrowed again, this time with much more uncertainty.
Another sound followed, lower and rougher, then the unmistakable rhythmic creak of a bed moving too fast to be innocent.
Belle’s face started to redden before she even reached Wise’s door.
“No way,” she whispered.
The door was partly open.
Belle should have turned around immediately. Every reasonable instinct in her body told her to retreat, go downstairs, make tea, file a complaint with reality, and never investigate. Unfortunately, curiosity had always been one of her worst survival traits. She stepped closer with tiny, horrified movements and peered through the crack.
Her entire soul nearly left her body.
Vivian Banshee was on top of Wise.
She was riding him hard, lavender hair bouncing around her flushed face, hands braced against his chest while her body moved with frantic, messy rhythm. Wise lay beneath her, completely wrecked, head tipped back, mouth open as he struggled for breath. Vivian’s voice broke through the room in a shameless, pleasure-drunk cry.
“Lord Phaethon!”
Belle’s face went from pink to blazing red in half a second.
She backed away from the door with the slow, stiff horror of someone trying not to make a single sound while her brain screamed directly into the void. Her heel nearly caught on the floorboard, but she somehow recovered without falling. Then she turned and walked downstairs in a perfectly robotic line, arms stiff at her sides, eyes wide, face burning.
Bangboo 18 looked up as she returned.
Belle stared straight ahead.
“We,” she said faintly, “are going to pretend I did not come home yet.”
Bangboo 18 chirped.
Belle pointed upward without looking. “And he is getting a talk later.”
The “later” took longer than expected.
Much longer.
By the time the noises upstairs finally stopped, evening had already folded into night, and Wise looked less like a man who had enjoyed a relaxing afternoon and more like someone who had crossed a desert without water, fought three Ethereals, and lost a personal argument with his own stamina.
Vivian, on the other hand, looked radiant.
She lay happily against his chest, hair a disaster, face glowing, one arm draped over him as if he were the most precious thing in New Eridu. Wise’s eyes were open but empty, pupils nearly white with exhaustion, mouth parted as if his soul had tried to escape and gotten stuck halfway out.
Vivian nuzzled into him with a blissful sigh.
Wise made a small noise that might once have been language.
Months later, Random Play would welcome a new little member to the family.
Belle would never let Wise live it down.
End of Chapter.
