Breakfast wrapped up, the dining hall slowly emptying as the Dolorians dispersed. My mind, however, was far from my dorm mates. Images of Professor Dianna's body consumed my thoughts: her soft, small breasts, her lips, the tight warmth of her. Just thinking about her made me excited all over again. Lost in these vivid memories, I reached my room and pushed open the perpetually damaged door. The moment it swung inward, I felt arms wrap around me from behind. A pair of large, soft breasts pressed firmly against my back. I turned, already knowing who it was. There she stood, her eyes gleaming with playful mischief: Selyra. "You're mine today, aren't you, Void Prince?" Selyra purred, her voice a low, throaty rumble, her eyes alight with fierce possession as she gently, but firmly, pushed me further into my room, her body pressing flush against mine. Her hips subtly ground against my backside, a silent, insistent demand. "And every day after this, too. I've been waiting for you, and I expect to be thoroughly spoiled." The door, naturally, remained broken. Before I could fully respond, her lips were on mine, a deep, hungry kiss that left no room for thought. Her hands worked deftly, eagerly undoing my pants. A soft moan escaped her lips, betraying the heat that surged through her body. Quickly, she stripped herself of her own clothes, her white hair already beginning to tangle from the anticipation. She then pushed me onto the bed. My desire, still rocking hard from thoughts of Dianna, was immediately and thoroughly claimed. With a soft gasp of pleasure, Selyra guided me into herself, her movements eager and self-possessed. She began to ride me, her moans growing in intensity, her eyes locking with mine even as her body moved. Her hand found mine, guiding it to her breast. It felt different from Dianna's—larger, certainly, but also soft and exquisitely firm. I cupped her, then leaned down, taking one nipple, then the other, into my mouth, sucking gently. Selyra responded instantly, her movements quickening, her moans growing louder, a symphony of pleasure filling the room. Her beautiful white Iskiran hair, usually so pristine, was now a delightful mess around her face, clinging to her flushed skin. Finally, Selyra reached her peak, her body trembling with satisfaction. She collapsed onto me, her heavy, contented weight settling on my chest. "That was just the beginning, my love," she whispered against my skin, her voice thick with contentment, yet a hint of demanding expectation. She nuzzled closer, a soft, insistent whine escaping her lips. "There's so much more I want from you, every single day. You'll give it to me, won't you? Please?" Usually, I'd have the energy for more, but today, I was utterly exhausted. The countless rounds with Professor Dianna, from evening until midnight, had completely drained me. So, as Selyra lay soft and sated on top of me, I simply gave in to the overwhelming fatigue. I closed my eyes and drifted into a deep, much-needed sleep. I woke up near midnight, the room dark save for the faint moonlight filtering through the broken door. Selyra was still on top of me, sleeping soundly, her naked body a warm, comforting weight. I reached out and gently touched her hair, inhaling its scent, which somehow calmed me. She slept like a child, so innocent and cute. Then, her eyes fluttered open. She looked up at me and smiled, her lips parting to whisper, "I love you." "I love you too," I replied, my voice raspy with sleep. Her hand, warm and soft, found me, beginning to arouse me with gentle, rhythmic strokes. She smiled up at me as she continued, her breasts pressing against my chest, their soft weight a familiar comfort. The sensation was too much to bear. My mind, still hazy with sleep but now keenly aware, drifted to the dream of my aunts—Allana's powerful, naked form, Valerie's quiet sensuality—and the pleasure they had given me. That dream, combined with Selyra's skilled touch, sent a fresh, potent surge of arousal through me, making my body rock hard once more. It seems I'm truly insatiable, I thought, a mix of amusement and disbelief. And Selyra, for all her sweetness and clinginess, is just as demanding as Dianna, just in a different way. Dianna commands, Selyra expects to be spoiled with endless pleasure, pouting like a child if she doesn't get her way. Both get what they want. I couldn't hold back and simply came, shuddering against her.
She kissed me then, pulling me up. "Let's shower," she murmured, her voice soft and inviting, already guiding me towards the bathroom. I hesitated, my body still heavy with the lingering exhaustion from Dianna's relentless passion. "Selyra, I'm really, really tired," I mumbled, trying to pull back, my voice thick with fatigue, but her grip was firm, her eyes already beginning to form that familiar, adorable pout. "You're tired? You don't love me anymore, do you?" she whined, her lower lip trembling just slightly, her pale blue eyes welling up with a hint of manufactured sadness that was impossible to resist. Oh, for the love of the Void, I thought, a resigned sigh escaping me. She's going to guilt-trip me into it. And I'm too exhausted to fight her cute manipulations. I had no choice. With a final, defeated sigh, I let her pull me along. Her pout immediately vanished, replaced by a triumphant, childlike grin, a bright, innocent smile that seemed to say, I won! She practically skipped into the bathroom, pulling me after her.
Inside the shower, the warm water instantly enveloped us, steaming up the glass enclosure. Selyra turned, her body pressing flush against mine, her hands already reaching for the soap. "Now, my Void Prince," she purred, her voice a low, playful whisper, "let me make you feel amazing. You know you want to be spoiled by me." She took the washcloth, her movements tender and deliberate, gently washing my back and chest, her hands lingering over me, tracing patterns on my skin that sent shivers through me. She knelt, her back to me, and tied her hair up, her slender neck exposed. My body, which had just been sated, was now rocking hard once more, standing prominently before her, a testament to her seductive power. She turned, a surprised smile on her face as she saw my renewed state, her eyes sparkling with playful triumph. She reached out and took me into her mouth, her tongue working wonders, the sensation overwhelming, making my knees weak. I could barely stand, leaning against the cool tiles as she continued, her soft moans muffled against me. Then, she pulled away, guiding me between her breasts, the softness exquisite, her nipples brushing against me, sending fresh jolts of pleasure. She smiled at me, her eyes sparkling, a silent command in their depths.
Unable to resist any longer, I lifted her. My body, fully aroused now, thrust into her. She moaned, a raw, passionate sound. "Oh, ah, ah! More, Ven, more, Ven!" she cried, gripping my head, pulling me closer in her desperate plea for more. I kissed her then, like I was devouring a forbidden feast, my own arousal swelling with every breath. My movements grew more raw, more uninhibited. I lifted her, carrying her to the bed, and there, I pinned her hands above her head, locking them firmly. Then, I thrust myself inside her.
She moaned, a low, guttural sound, but she couldn't move, held captive by my grip. My own arousal surged, fueling my relentless rhythm. "Ven, stop! Ven, stop it!" she gasped, her voice laced with a playful protest that barely masked the rising pleasure. Her face, even through her protests, was contorted in pure pleasure, her eyes half-lidded. Then, with a shudder, her resistance melted away, and she gave in, her body arching into mine. "Yes! Yes! More!" she cried, her voice rising in a desperate, eager plea. I leaned down, sucking on her nipples, as I continued my relentless pace from above her, my other hand tangling in her white Iskiran hair, holding her head in place. She couldn't move, her body completely at my mercy, yet I knew she liked it. She resisted, a fleeting, half-hearted push against my chest, her strength fading quickly, her protests dissolving into soft whimpers of pleasure, her body growing heavier and more pliant under my touch. Then, I shifted, rolling her onto her back, and I entered her from behind. I gripped her hair, pulling her head back slightly as I thrust, her beautiful Iskiran hair tangling in my fingers. Sometimes, I'd pull her head towards me by her hair, making her look at me, her face flushed and moaning, utterly lost in sensation. She tried to kiss me, her lips parting, but I held her there for a moment longer, drawing out the anticipation before finally relenting and giving her the kiss she craved. "You're on top, okay?" I whispered against her lips. She shifted, straddling me, her hands finding purchase on my chest. I grabbed her waist, guiding her, moving her up and down. She was already overwhelmed, unable to sustain the intense pleasure for long. "Ah, Ven, more!" she screamed, her voice echoing, undoubtedly loud enough for the entire dorm to hear. She came with a final, shuddering cry, her body trembling. Exhausted, Selyra collapsed onto the bed beside me. I, however, was far from finished. I pulled her closer, whispering against her hair, "I'm not finished, Selyra." "Let's do it tomorrow," she mumbled, her voice faint with fatigue. "I'm exhausted." "No chance of that tomorrow," I countered, my voice firm, already lifting her legs, thrusting into her again, faster than before. She couldn't even moan anymore, only a soft gasp escaping her lips as she simply gave in, her body now completely pliant and obedient under my touch. I devoured her with kisses, moving her body around, sucking on her nipples, and she offered no resistance, completely yielding to my relentless pace, her earlier demands replaced by a sweet, almost childlike submission. Finally, I came, a powerful release. Exhausted, I collapsed beside her, holding her close as she buried herself deep in my embrace, her breathing soft and even against my side. "You're the best, Void Prince," she murmured, her voice a sleepy, contented purr, her body snuggling even closer, like a happy kitten. "My favorite toy. You always give me what I want. Always. And you're so good at making me listen. I love it when you make me listen." And with that, she drifted off to sleep, a soft, innocent smile on her face, utterly adorable in her sated bliss.