Caelomiran Imperium Third District Sepra Academy 1st Annexe
The morning was clear, much like any other in a world such as this. A warm breeze carried the tender breath of spring, the sun gentle yet bright upon the streets. The air still held the freshness of the season, while patterns and ornaments from the festival that had been happening lingered above and around the streets, buildings and roads as they swayed softly.
"Maia... don't be so fast... Please slow down… please"
In a room on the sixth floor of the Faculty Residence, Tamar, the homeroom teacher of the Valedictorian set of that year, couldn't help but gasp for breath as she tried pushing Maia away; her cheeks flushed while he pounded her, and as she tried to cover her mouth to prevent the moaning, she urged him to slow down his pace.
They were in her dorm room, in the teacher's residence of the campus, also known as the faculty quarters and sitting on her desk with a sturdy arm, half of her black lingerie and Lace Robe had been taken off, revealing her tender, plump chest, with the black panties that had also been pulled down to her thighs.
Under the guidance of Maia, Tamar's curvy body kept rising and falling, and her full and soft chest rhythmically jumped. Despite trying to suppress it, she still couldn't help but let out tempting moans from her mouth.
And under the first rays of the morning sun, her light copper-toned skin glimmered with the grime of her skin pre-morning wash. Maia, behind Tamar, smiled and joked,
"Didn't you say I could come to you anytime?" he teased, his voice low and taunting, each word punctuated by a deep, deliberate thrust that drew a sharp cry from Tamar's lips.
"I… I didn't mean during the morning hours…" Tamar's voice faltered, her eyes caught between shame, frustration, and confusion. Maia's teasing pressed in too close, leaving her breath uneven, her composure slipping further with each heartbeat.
She had been wearing a black lingerie with a linen robe of the same colour, but now the robe was on the bed, her panties were on the floor beneath them, and her bra was half-loosened, hanging over her right and under her left breast.
She couldn't understand how Maia, having turned eighteen only a few months ago, could still have such vigour without having awakened or why, on this of all days, the day of his Awakening, he would come to her so brazenly this early.
They had been going at it for an hour already, their bodies slick with sweat, the desk creaking under their weight. Tamar's mind raced with the fear that someone might have heard her unrestrained moans echoing through the thin walls of the Faculty Residence.
But Maia, on the other hand, was unfazed; he didn't bother if they were heard or not, for in a few days he would graduate, free from the Academy's strictures, and the thought of consequences was far in the back of his mind, but right now he was going to relieve himself and might even get her pregnant.
His hands roamed her body, one gripping her hip, the other tracing the soft curve of her breast, and his thumb brushing the hardened nipple as she shuddered beneath him. The intensity shifted as Tamar, in the end, yielded to the inevitable, as they slid from the desk and onto the bed, continuing for another hour till she began giving him oral sex.
The velvet coverlet was cool against her fevered skin as Maia reclined, pulling her atop him. They settled into a 69 position, their bodies aligning with his face to her vagina and hers to his crotch.
Tamar's lips parted, enveloping the throbbing heat of his erection, her tongue swirling against his skin as she drew him deeper. He felt his penis wrapped in a warm lump, and as it began moving across the wetness, he couldn't help but shiver under the vacuum force. The warmth of her mouth, slick and tight, sent a wave through Maia, his body tensing as he groaned, the sound muffled against her pussy.
He replicated on her as he buried his face between her thighs, inhaling the rich, musky scent of her arousal, the coarse curls brushing against his cheeks. With a slow and deliberate touch, he parted her thighs to reach her glistening folds, revealing the pink, silken warmth within. His tongue traced the delicate folds of her inner labia, savouring the sweet-tangy essence that coated his lips, each slow lick eliciting a muffled moan from Tamar above him.
Her hips twitched, pressing closer as he teased the sensitive bud of her clit, swirling with a rhythm that matched the pulsing need in her core. The vacuum of her mouth around him tightened in response, a delicious feedback loop of pleasure that drove them both to the edge.
Tamar's moans grew louder, her restraint crumbling as Maia's tongue delved deeper, exploring every slick contour, coaxing her toward a trembling climax. Her copper skin glistened, her breasts swaying with each shudder, the half-loosened bra slipping further as she lost herself in the moment. Maia, unrelenting, felt the coil of his own release tightening, his hips bucking slightly as Tamar's lips worked him with desperate fervour.
"Oh Yeah…"
The warm touch made Maia couldn't help but take a breath. His body slowly relaxed as he comfortably gazed out the window at the scenery, where the bleeding purple sky and festival banners painted a serene backdrop.
The floral scent of Tamar's earlier release lingered as it was straight on his face and on his tongue while giving her cunnilingus; it was a curious blend of strange flowers. For a moment, it disillusioned him, forcing Tamar to use her lips to give him head with desperate fervour while he thought.
'I guess I made her tense up,' he thought, a smirk tugging at his lips as the scent and sensation anchored him back to the moment.
Below the lighter purple sky and white clouds, the campus began to get traffic from the event that was happening today.
The festival prior was the founding of the imperium celebration, and on the last day of the celebration, most students aged 16-18 would undergo the awakening ceremony.
Outside, the campus life began to stir. Teachers passed by with armfuls of books, their robes billowing in the spring breeze. Groups of students, aged 16 to 18, lounged on the grass of the field, their laughter and chat mingling with the hum of anticipation for the Awakening ceremony.
The media networks, the government officials, the orders of the church, the guilds and even the imperium branch and main family would come to the academy where the awakening would be held to scout for talent and Maia, who had forced his regression, couldn't be happier.