IV · Alec

Walking towards the door of my office, I locked it, not wanting any kind of interruptions while I'm alone.

Back to my leather seat, behind my desk, I undid my belt, pushing my big cock out of the pants, already so hard it hurt and with a fat pearl of cum adorning the head, my balls heavy and painfully desperate for relief. With my left hand I grabbed the artifact that was used to record my Zahra's song, putting it to play on repeat, setting it in front of me.

Closing my eyes, I inhaled sharply, bringing both my two hands to the shaft of my cock, so thick and swollen my fingers can barely close around them, then I began beating my flesh, teeth clenched, letting her song sink into my bones, songs that only I can listen to.

As the piano melody sank in, my imagination took hold and imagined it was Zahra's small hands around my cock, working my flesh to get me ready for her. I saw her perfect tanned naked body kneeling on the ground for me, the lewdest of the looks darkening her eyes as she looked up to me with desire, devotion. Her perfect big round tits were bouncing under my gaze, blushing, the nipples hard, and further down I saw her swollen virgin pussy, soaked and ready for me.

Huffing, I imagined her full pouty lips parting wide as she showed me all of her tongue and leaned closer, licking the bud of cum from the fat head of my cock, before closing around it and sucking the head like a good girl, all with her eyes on mine. Her lips widened insanely and began to descend the shaft of my thick cock, and as she inclined herself, she began taking all of me into her throat, deeper and deeper, until her lips pressed against my balls. The sound of her gagging making me even harder.

Coming up again, she repeated the maddening movement thrice, before taking a deep breath and going down for my balls, sucking each of them in her mouth, the warmth of her entire body swelling my cock. Unable to control it, I imagined myself grabbing her by her hair and twisting it all on my fist, then I was forcing her back in, forcing her to take my cock in her deep throat again, desperate for that feeling. For her warmth.

And when she moaned against me, softening her throat and taking all of me with pleasure, there was no holding back, I exploded in her throat, making her swallow every drop of my cum. But when she was going to lick my cock clean from the cum that still covered it, I held her so she wouldn't do it.

"Leave my cock like that, my Zahra, it'll sooth the penetration," I grinned like a primal male.

She blinked, innocently, "P-penetration?"

Releasing her, I grabbed her by her waist and made her straddle me, my eyes going down to her soaked cunt, to which I brought two of my right fingers and widened her pussy lips, her juices drowning my fingers, "You are mine, Zahara," I barked possessively, "and I shall claim you as such," then, I lifted her up and positioned my cock on her slit, the difference in sizes looking almost monstrous, only making me want her more.

She held onto my shoulders, moaning my name like a prayer, "D-daddy."

Her word made me see red and I couldn't control myself, I grabbed onto her hips hard and forced her body down, impaling her with all of my cock into her to the base, reaping her off of her innocence, her virginity withering in front of my eyes as she arched her back, her tits bouncing in front of my eyes and begging to be tasted, a scream leaving her lips. She was so warm and tight, so painfully tight, that I exploded into her womb in the same instant, cumming aggressively.

But that was far from what I had in storage for her. I tightened my grip on her hips and forced her to move, controlling her movements as she cried louder, her shaky hands going to my thighs, her body arched up, eyes rolling hard. As my eyes went to her flat toned stomach, I could see my cock hitting somewhere between her ribs, too deep, and given how her stomach has no fat, it marked the outline of my huge cock, letting me see as I drove into her.

Licking my lips, I grabbed her left nipple with my teeth, then I took more of her tit in my mouth, sucking it, the skin maddeningly soft, and she moaned at it, a melody I can easily get addicted to, and-

A loud knock came from my office's locked door, snapping me out of my dream, making anger boil inside of me for how the bastard outside, whoever it is, interrupted the best fucking part. Clenching my jaw, I stared down at my lap, finding my cock still hands and my hands heavily smeared white with my cum.

"Fuck," I cursed. "Someone better be dying!" I yelled at whoever was outside, above the sound of the piano that was still playing in a rather low volume.

Cleaning my hands with the handkerchief that Zahra made in one of her past classes, which she doesn't know I have it, I grabbed the artifact and paused the song. My face reddening with anger from the interruption, the desire of killing who ever is outside, growing inside of me.

"Who is it?" I barked.

By how the person on he other side barked a loud infuriating laugh, I knew it was Walter, that fucking bastard, and it only made me want to kill him more. He, one hundred percent, did this on fucking purpose.

"Dinner will be at 9 pm, lover boy," he barked from the outside, which made me know that he was definitely alone out there, or he wouldn't act that way, since he acts stiff even in front of my Knights. "I made the maid be sure to pick a more sensual dress, that shoes her body well, and will slip off easily, in case you get a positive answer and things heat up. If you want to match, dress in midnight blue and black. Dinner will be served 5 minutes before the time agreed, and you will be alone, no staff or Knights around."

That's why he's my right hand, he's more useful to me that the Duke, Marquis, Earl, and Viscount above him, and he's a friend. Despite making me want to murder him too constantly for his own safety.

"And you?"

"Mate, I'm out of here in half an hour, I have a wife to take care, remember? And we plan to have a son soon," he chuckled.

I rolled my eyes, "Thank you, bastard."

"Your welcome, asshole," he chanted. "Oh, and, I gave the staff two days off, except for the kitchen head and the head maid that will take care of cleaning your stuff, and well, the head butler, and the Knights that stay outside. Everyone else will be off while you will be at dinner, so, in case it works, you will have privacy to do what you want to do."

Well, damn, I didn't give him credit enough.

"If it doesn't work, I will murder you, Walter."

"Mhm, I doubt it won't. I'll leave you be to enjoy your... hands and the music," he mocked and before I could bark a curse at him, I heard him running away, the bastard.

My eyes went to the clock, 6:32 pm.

"Fuck," I jumped up, hiding my cock again and closing my pants, "I have to get ready. Should I do my hair messy or to slick back? What will attract her more? What do girls even like? Would that work for her? What," mumbling to myself anxiously, I left my office, leaving it open so they could clean the mess I made, and ran to my chambers.