The Lust Machine Diaries👅

Chapter 7: Carnal Quartet

The lecture hall’s fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like a swarm of angry hornets, the air thick with the scent of s*x and something far more dangerous—power. Evelyn’s lips were still swollen from my c**k, her mascara smudged just enough to make her look like the perfect slutty professor, the kind men jerked off to in their darkest fantasies. She stumbled off the stage, her heels clicking unsteadily against the linoleum, her blazer hanging open to reveal the damp stain on her blouse where her n*****s had pressed against the fabric. I followed, my c**k already half-hard again, the fairy’s voice a silken whisper in my skull—"Oh, this is only the beginning, darling."

She didn’t look back at me, but her hips swayed just a little too deliberately as she stormed toward the double doors at the back of the hall. The students were still frozen in their seats, some gawking, others pretending not to have seen a thing. Security had arrived, but Clara—f*****g Clara—stood in the doorway, her arms crossed, her lips curled into that same smug little smirk she’d worn when she’d humiliated me months ago. The fairy’s magic thrummed through my veins, hot and electric, and I knew exactly what I had to do.

Evelyn’s office was two floors up, a corner suite with floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the campus quad. She slammed the door behind us so hard the framed diplomas rattled on the walls. The second the lock clicked, she whirled on me, her chest heaving, her fingers trembling as she tried to button her blazer. "You insufferable little—"

I didn’t let her finish. One step forward, my hand fisting in her hair, yanking her head back so her throat was exposed, her pulse fluttering wildly beneath my lips. She gasped, her nails digging into my wrist, but she didn’t push me away. "Careful, Doctor," I murmured, dragging my tongue up the column of her neck, tasting salt and the faintest hint of her perfume—something expensive, something that smelled like sin. "You’re still dripping for me."

Her breath hitched. "I—I’m going to have you expelled."

"Try it." My free hand slid between her thighs, pressing hard against the soaked fabric of her panties. She moaned, her knees buckling, and I caught her, spinning her around and shoving her against the edge of her desk. Papers scattered as I lifted her onto it, my fingers working at the zipper of her skirt. "You’re going to be a good girl and take what I give you. Again."

She should’ve fought. She should’ve screamed. But the second I tore her panties aside and drove two fingers into her tight, drenched cunt, her back arched, her nails raking down my arms as she whimpered, "f**k—Lucas, please—"

The door burst open.

Evelyn’s assistant—what was her name?—stood there, her mouth falling open, her gaze flicking between Evelyn’s spread legs and my hand buried between them. She was younger than Evelyn, early twenties maybe, with a heart-shaped face and a blouse unbuttoned just enough to tease the lace of her bra. Her skirt was so short it barely covered her ass, and the way her thighs pressed together told me she’d been listening at the door. "D-Dr. Cross, I—I heard—"

Evelyn tried to shove me off, but I didn’t move. Instead, I crooked my fingers inside her, making her gasp, her hips jerking helplessly against my palm. "Close the door, sweetheart," I said, my voice rough with command. The assistant hesitated, but the fairy’s magic hummed in the air, thick and intoxicating, and after a second, she obeyed, the click of the lock echoing like a gunshot.

I pulled my fingers free of Evelyn’s p***y with a wet squelch, then brought them to my lips, licking them clean as I held the assistant’s gaze. "What’s your name?"

"M-Mira," she stammered, her cheeks flushing pink.

"Mira." I stepped toward her, my c**k straining against my jeans. "You like watching, don’t you?" She didn’t answer, but her breath came faster, her t**s rising and falling with every shallow pant. I reached out, brushing my knuckles over her n****e through the thin fabric of her blouse. She whimpered. "Get on your knees."

She dropped like a stone.

Evelyn made a choked sound, but before she could protest, I grabbed her by the throat and forced her down beside Mira. Two women on their knees in front of me, their lips parted, their eyes glazed with need. The fairy’s laughter skittered through my mind, "Oh, you’re learning so fast." I unzipped my jeans, my c**k springing free, already slick with pre-c*m. "Open up."

Mira didn’t hesitate. Her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue swirling around the head as she took me deep, gagging a little before pulling back to catch her breath. Evelyn watched, her fingers twisting in her skirt, her thighs trembling. "You too," I ordered, tangling my hand in her hair again. "Or do I need to remind you who’s in charge?"

She let out a shuddering breath, then leaned in, her lips brushing against Mira’s as they both took me between them. The sight of their tongues tangling around my shaft, their mouths working in tandem, had my balls drawing up tight. I thrust shallowly, f*****g their faces in slow, deliberate strokes, my grip tightening in their hair. "That’s it. Just like that. Good girls."

The door handle jiggled.

Clara’s voice cut through the haze of pleasure like a knife. "Evelyn? Open the damn door. We need to—" It swung open before she could finish, her words dying in her throat as she took in the scene: me, pants around my thighs, two women on their knees worshipping my c**k, Evelyn’s desk a wreck of scattered papers and her own discarded dignity.

Clara’s face twisted—disgust, jealousy, something darker. "You filthy—"

I grabbed her wrist before she could turn away, yanking her into the office and slamming the door shut behind her. "Miss me?" I purred, pressing her against the wall, my body pinning hers. She struggled, but the second my thigh slid between hers, her breath hitched. I could smell how wet she was.

The fairy’s voice was a purr in my ear. "Take her. Take them all."

Clara’s eyes burned with hatred, but when I crushed my mouth to hers, she kissed me back, her nails digging into my shoulders as she ground herself against my leg. Behind me, Evelyn and Mira moaned in unison, their hands roaming each other’s bodies, their mouths still wrapped around my c**k.

I broke the kiss, my lips brushing Clara’s ear. "Get naked. Now."

She hesitated—just for a second. Then her fingers flew to the buttons of her blouse.

The office was about to get very crowded.