Isaac slowly raised his hands, his fingers brushing her cheek as he moved a stray lock of her hair. He leaned in closer, the space between them charged with impossible heat.
"Ma'am," he murmured, his voice a low, hypnotic thrum, "I know this is something you want, too. I can feel it. And even if it feels wrong, you being my father's wife, I can't control myself. Not after my first time with you." His eyes held hers, a dizzying mix of feigned innocence and raw confidence. "And you can't tell me you didn't enjoy it. I can still remember how loud you were."
Victoria raised her head to look at him, but her mind was clouding with lust. His words washed over her without fully registering, like trying to grasp smoke. The logical part of her brain, the part that was wife and woman in control, was screaming, but its voice was distant, muffled by a thick, sedative fog. Seeing her dazed response, Isaac grew bolder. His hands slid beneath the hem of her nightgown, the contact sending a jolt straight through her.
Victoria's eyes went wide. She hadn't truly believed he would be bold enough to do that. What was really going on? She tried to stop him. "Don't—"
"Relax," Isaac whispered, his voice a soothing command that somehow disarmed her protest. "Just leave everything to me. You might despise me, you might even hate me for everything that's happened, but I hold nothing against you. In fact, I appreciate you being there for me. So just relax, Victoria. Leave your body to me."
His words were a twisted comfort, a permission slip to surrender. She didn't even realize he'd stopped calling her "ma'am," that he'd gone straight to using her name. His hands moved to her back, his fingers fumbling slightly but finding the single button of her gown. With a soft release, the silk slipped downward, pooling at her feet. Isaac took a moment to admire the beauty before him, his gaze so intense she felt it would burn a hole through her body. Her nipples were erect and pointy, blatant testament to the arousal she refused to voice.
She couldn't understand how things had come to this. One moment she had arrived to confront a crisis; the next, she stood naked before it. What confused her more was his touch, so gentle, so practiced, as if he had done this countless times. It made her wonder if he was truly a virgin before losing it to her, as he claimed. The truth was, Isaac was indeed a virgin before her; his technique was a poor imitation, borrowed from countless movies. He remembered a line from one of them: *To make a woman feel wanted, you must treat her with such care that she feels completely safe *. That was his script, and he was following it perfectly.
He knew he couldn't force the issue, not when she was still capable of rational thought. Pushing too hard could make the honeyed whisper ability backfire. He still didn't fully understand its limits, how it could bend a mind to make even the most absurd logic sound reasonable. Everything he was doing was a gamble, and it was paying off.
When he pulled her nightgown away, he was surprised to find she was naked underneath. *No logical reason for a woman to come to a man's room like this,* he thought, *unless she was expecting something.* He used this discovery to tease her, to break down her final wall of denial. "I see," he said, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face. "You were expecting this, too. Coming to my room with nothing on underneath."
"No, that's not true," she replied, her voice a weak, breathy protest.
"And you expect me to believe that?" he murmured, his hand sliding down her stomach, inching toward her core. "You're basically dripping like a fountain down here."
He slid a finger into her slick pussy, then out, then in again, setting a slow, deliberate rhythm. Victoria's breath caught. The access was effortless; she wore no panties, having just come from the shower, never expecting to stay in his room more than a minute. How? How could a simple touch from his finger make her feel like this? It was like her body was acting on its own, a traitor to her mind. She started to rock her hips, chasing the thrust of his finger, silently begging for more.
Isaac felt her response and slid his finger faster, feeling how fucking wet she was becoming. She clutched his body for balance as her orgasm built, her eyes widening in shock. *No way.* How could she be cumming from just this? The truth was, she had been aroused all along, ever since entering the room, her willpower the only thing holding the tide back. Her body knew what it needed, and with the Serpent Gift ability still clouding her mind with his image, the dam broke.
Seeing her shudder against him, Isaac knew she had come. He raised his head to meet her dazed eyes. He brought his glistening finger straight to his lips, licking her pussy juice from it. The act was so possessive, so brazen, it sent a fresh hot flush across her face. He bent down, effortlessly lifting her and moving her toward the bed, placing her gently upon the sheets. Somehow, she felt she couldn't speak. Or maybe she didn't want to. She wanted to see what would happen next.
He moved up her body, his lips aiming for her neck. But in that moment, Victoria noticed the flaws in his movement, the slight hesitation, the awkward angle. For all his movie experience, he was still an amateur. And in that flicker of clumsiness, a spark of her old self returned. She was not a passive participant in this mystery.
She stirred, then sat up, pushing him back down onto the bed. She looked him in the eye, her gaze tracing the hard lines of his body downward. Whatever change had happened to him was beyond her wildest expectations. The build of him, the sheer power he now exuded, was tempting, a primal call she could no longer ignore. She moved slowly, positioning herself over his face, her hands beside his head. Then she began to move downward, her tongue tracing a path against his chest. She didn't care what would happen again. Lust had clouded her mind so much she didn't even see him as the Isaac she once knew. Instead she saw a man she was willing to please.
Isaac himself was surprised she was taking control. He didn't know the Serpent Gift had this much effect on her, or it might not even be the Serpent Gift and she was just acting on her own free will. Either way, he was not about to spoil the fun.
Victoria looked at him seductively. Since he had made her cum, she figured, it was only fair she return the favor.
She kept going downward, a slow, deliberate trail of fire against his skin, until she reached one particular spot. His cock. She held it in her hands, the sheer size alone frightening, and it was already getting hard, thickening in her grasp. She didn't even know what to measure it against anymore, but she was absolutely sure this was a monster. She gave it a few experimental strokes, her hand barely able to close around the girth, then looked him in the eye, a slow, predatory smile gracing her lips. She leaned down and slowly licked around the tip, a teasing flick of her tongue.
Isaac's eyes rolled back, a strangled gasp escaping his lips. The simple touch of her tongue on his cock sent a jolt straight through his entire body. Seeing his reaction, she could tell he had never been given a blow job before. She licked around it slowly, sliding her lips up and down the shaft in slow, deliberate exploration to understand its sheer scale. Isaac was already groaning, a raw, helpless sound torn from his throat. "Oh, fuck..."
Victoria smiled, then took him in her mouth in one smooth, swooping motion. Isaac's eyes widened, his back arching off the bed. This was the first time he had felt this kind of sensation. It was nothing like his first time; it was like his dick was enveloped in a wet, impossibly warm, velvet space. What overwhelmed him even more was the feeling of her tongue, swirling and moving in circles even as she sucked him off, creating a pressure that was almost unbearable.
Victoria took a moment to get used to the size, then started moving her head up and down. She began slowly, a languid, teasing rhythm, her tongue working the underside of his shaft. Then she picked up the pace, faster and faster, until she could feel his body trembling and heard him moaning uncontrollably.
"Mmmph... fuck... Victoria..."
Isaac tried to be quiet, pressing his hands over his mouth to muffle the sounds, but he had never felt anything like this before. It was impossible. Victoria kept bobbing her head, unable to take the whole thing in, stopping halfway, her hand working the rest of his length in a twisting motion that matched her mouth.
Isaac could already feel it; he was close. The pressure was building at the base of his spine. He used his hands to press gently on her head, a silent plea, and it felt like she understood his intentions, burying her head even deeper, trying to take more of him. Isaac felt like all his nerves were screaming, every fiber of his being focused on the wet heat of her mouth. He held her head there, on the brink, and then he was coming with a guttural groan he couldn't contain. This was nothing new to Victoria, but he was by far the biggest she had ever taken. Feeling his hot cum shooting directly down her throat, she swallowed it all, then licked her lips clean, looking up at him.
Isaac, seeing all of this, felt his brain short-circuit. He could now clearly see why his father was willing to go to such lengths for this she-devil of a woman. A woman who knew how to suck cock like this existed in a league of her own.
Victoria stood and was surprised he was still hard, even after coming. This gave her a quiet, satisfied smile. "At least you aren't like your father in this aspect," she murmured, more to herself than to him. She slowly got on the bed, climbing over his body until she was positioned above him, staring down. All Isaac could see in her eyes was pure, unadulterated lust.
She positioned herself over him, rubbing her slick pussy along the length of his dick, feeling it slide against her clit. The friction was delicious. Then she positioned it against her entrance, still staring at him. She didn't know how she should feel about taking this monster, but her mind was too clouded with lust to care. She slowly slid herself down onto it.
Holy fuck. It was so huge she could feel it stretching her pussy walls to their limit, filling her up in a way she had never felt before in her entire life. This made her question if she had ever truly taken this monster in before, but the familiar, aching sensation of being completely and utterly full was proof that she had. When she finally settled around his size, she started moving her hips slowly, a gentle rocking motion, getting used to it until she was fully acquainted. Then she started bouncing on it, a soft moan escaping her lips.
"Oh god..."
Isaac tried to tell her to keep quiet. "Shhh... Victoria, they'll hear," but she would stop for only a moment before the moans started again, louder this time. He had to cover her mouth with his hand, but it was no use, since it was basically impossible for him to stop his own sounds. He was glad this room was at the end of the hall, away from the others. Her muffled moans against his palm only drove him crazier.
Victoria couldn't control herself. She just kept going, feeling her head go empty as her mind was consumed by the peak of pleasure. She didn't know when she had last enjoyed sex like this; it was so much she didn't want it to stop. She kept moving her hips, riding him harder, faster, sure she was close to coming any moment. Even Isaac could feel he was close as well, the tight, wet heat of her pussy milking his cock.
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" Victoria screamed against his hand, and Isaac followed right after her with a loud groan. He expected her to react like she had before, to stop him, but it felt like that didn't matter anymore. She didn't even bring it up and just kept going and going, milking him for everything he had. When her orgasm finally crashed through her, her body jerked and she trembled violently. Isaac followed soon after, coming directly inside her. Then she collapsed onto his chest, both of them breathing heavily, the room silent except for the sound of their racing hearts.
But the silence didn't last. For Victoria, the fog of lust was lifting as fast as it had descended, leaving behind a cold, sharp clarity. The weight of what she had done, the sheer insanity of it, crashed down on her. She was about to push herself away, to say something, anything, when her eyes caught it.
A shadow.
It moved across the thin line of light at the bottom of his door. A quick blotting out of the hall light, then it was gone. Like someone had been standing there, listening, and had just walked away. If she hadn't been staring at the floor, or hadn't been so attuned to every detail in that moment, she would have missed it completely.
Panic, cold and absolute, seized her. She tapped Isaac's chest, a sharp, insistent gesture. Her eyes were wide, fixed on the door. She didn't dare speak since she wasn't sure who it was or if there was even someone there; she just nodded toward it, a silent, frantic command.
Isaac understood instantly. He didn't question it. He was already moving, sliding out from under her, his body surprisingly agile. He was in far better shape than she was; he was glad he had made a last-minute decision to pump his Stamina stat by two more points, a choice that was paying off now.
He had planned on going another round, maybe two, but this was a problem. A big one. It would be so messed up if it was one of the girls who heard them. Worst of all, Emily. And from what he could tell of Victoria right now, the horny, dazed look she had earlier was gone. It was more like she was back. Back to her normal self.