Chapter 16- Like Fine Wine R-18*

'I need her to want this. To want me. And if she agreed to be mine, there was no damn way in hell I was letting her go.'

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Pov- Dominic

At the mention of ruining her, of making her mine, I felt her lower lips clench on the shaft pressed up against them as if it were a living organism desperate for company. With my rod grinding against her, the shaft and head were already well-lubricated in her fluids. Yet, just as I said, I was leaving the option to her, my only persuasions being my hands that tenderly caressed her silky thighs and the long, slow thrusts that slid my rod along her lips and over her clit.

With her lips covered by her hands as she fought off a groan I could almost pre-empt, her silence was booming. "Are you seeing someone else?" I asked, wondering what could be holding her back. Emma's body tensed, but she shook her head still covering her mouth. "So it's complicated," I asked. Leaning down with my hands on both sides of her head, my face looked down at hers. "It doesn't have to be. Whatever you think you're holding back for, let go." Kissing into her neck again, her hands freed themselves from her mouth, reaching up to take my head in their embrace, pulling my body flush against hers.

"We can't be in a relationship Dom, I'm your ah fmm, teacher."

I pulled back my head to stare directly into her chestnut brown eyes that radiated kindness and warmth. "Emma, if you make up another stupid excuse I'm going to be really annoyed, just be honest. Do you want me?" For once, there was no guilt or second-guessing, though flickers of shame and embarrassment held as she kissed me almost violently.

"I do." Reengaging our kiss, I push my hips forward, the head breaching her lips before being halted by the tightness. Drawing back and gently pushing a little deeper, I gradually inserted myself inside her quivering cave and just as I bottomed out, pressed firmly against her back wall, I held it, leaving her feelings of fullness drag as she moaned into my mouth and flooded my shaft.

Patience had never been a big thing of mine, so rather than wait for her to come down, I gently sawed back and forth, each time completely stuffing her. Moving my hands that had been casually stroking her soft breasts and brushing over her sensitive breasts down to her womanly hips, I speed up from the exceptionally slow pace I had used to help her relax and better feel her pussy expanding as I pushed. Her breaths became heavy again, sometimes huffed as I massaged her thighs and hips, making sure each thrust ground my pelvic bone against her clit.

"Fuck, mmm. Dom, just like that," she huffed in her tantalisingly sexy accent. "Don't speed up yet, just uuhh. Just like that."

Taking the mature woman through a slow and gentle session, peppering her body with kisses and caresses that left her trembling before release, I waited until her third cock-given climax before I grew bored.

"Honey," I cooed in her ear while she panted with closed eyes. "Did you enjoy the love-making?" When I saw her goofy smile and vigorous nodding despite her mumbled words, I continued, desperate to see just how much pleasure the delicious teacher could take. "I'm going to fuck you now. Hold out as long as you can for me Emma." Her eyes snapped open as the realisation set in, but by then I'd already pulled myself from her box and begun to flip her over.

With her hefty ass, firmer than it looked, before me, I couldn't help but get a taste. Placing a gentle kiss on her cheeks, I pulled them apart, my elongated tongue slithering between the cheeks until it found her rosebud. Flickering over and circling the hole, my tongue tensed, and with a stabbing motion, pierced inside her, letting her slightly sour but nonetheless appealing taste coat my tongue. Emma's loud moans had become slightly panicked as she felt me push in but returned to loud panting and moans as my tongue resumed its exploration inside her hole, providing her with an experience unlike any she'd ever had, both embarrassing, shameful, scary and arousing.

Drawing my tongue from her hole, I traced the newly tongue-punched asshole with my thumb, inserting my cock into her pussy as her head snapped back at the sudden intrusion and feeling of fullness. Gripping onto her hip with one hand, I thrust into her far faster than I had before, not needing to worry about stamina, as my cock slid through her wildly lubricated cunt and slammed into her cervix with every thrust, the tip piercing slightly into her womb.

"Shit, Dom. You're too big, it's… oh my god." Her words again started to lose meaning as they blended into each other and she lost control of her tongue. Thrusting into her from behind, my balls slapped against her with every pump, slapping against her clit like a flourish. Gone was the sweet and seductive sex she had been bathed in, instead replaced with something entirely bestial. "Dom, fill me," I manage to make out and I can't help but feel incredibly turned on by the idea, as if some primal part of me was thriving on her words. "Breed me with that big cock, Dom. Give me your kids," she grunted with a husky voice. Giving her a firm slap on her ass, I continued burying myself inside my teacher like a pornstar trying to get an easy A.

With a low grunt, she showered the sheets again, and I rolled her onto her back, looking into her cock-drunk face as I did. "You want me to gift you one of my children?" she shakily moans in affirmation. "Are you going to bear my children." Emma lets out a small squeal as I slide my hands under her thighs, pushing them up until her feet are over my shoulders. "Are you going to be my personal cumdump?" I ask and with an excited purr, she starts bucking her hips, bringing her cunt against my hard rod. Entering myself back into her minge, I pick up the pace I'd been using for doggy, rough and hard, leaving her unable to say a word as she takes the full force of my cock directly into her womb, screaming and gurgling what I'm sure were expletives or promises to have my kids. "I'm gonna fuck a baby into you, and I'm going to keep fucking you until you give birth," I said with a growl, pushing my body flat against hers along with her legs, positioning her in a full mating press. "Then I'm going to put another one inside you, then another and another." As I continued to talk, promising her as many children as she wanted, Emma grew desperate, clawing at me and holding me in position by dragging her nails across my skin with surprising strength.

"So, do you want to be mine," I growled, the timbre in my throat making it far more husky than I expected. Her words were garbled, but the absolute assurity that flickered in her gaze seemed to translate, causing a shifting and swirling tattoo to appear over her pussy as my tail slid between us. By now, after the mini-orgasms she'd been having with my words, the two of us were soaked and she was building up to another one, completely oblivious to her new branding. "Well then I should give you a baby shouldn't I honey?" Picking up the speed to the highest her fragile witch body would allow, she screamed again, showering me in her ejaculate, this time however she wasn't alone. Between the promise of her love, the desire to breed her and the heavenly sensation of her tightly clenched walls milking along my cock, I dove in deep, pouring my seed directly inside her womb. With the amount of cum I had just dumped inside her, there was little doubt she was pregnant and I couldn't help but give off a small smile.

I moved to ask Emma about the branding but noticed she was unconscious, the final and possibly the strongest of her climaxes taking her out while I filled her with my seminal fluids. Lifting her gently with my cock still trapped inside her, I place a few blankets down over the sheets, before putting us both to bed, sliding myself out once I felt her womb had absorbed enough of what I dumped inside to not gush out like a jam doughnut.

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I woke to the feeling of Emma trying to sneak out of my arms.

"You in a hurry or something," I asked, not even opening my eyes. Though the next words made them open with a snap.

"I think she's just embarrassed getting caught with a student," Liz's voice sounded out. "And getting spotted with a womb stamp. So outdated."

Emma's gaze shifted to her pelvis, letting out a small panicked yip as she spotted the branding. "It's not a tattoo Liz, but a brand. People willing to become mine completely can receive the mark, which is useful because it means I can trust them completely. A few other benefits too."

My naked companion relaxed a little, almost melting back into me as I explained what it meant, though she still seemed apprehensive about Liz, one of her counselling patients being in the room while she was naked with a student. Particularly Lizzy who was known to have a thing for me like her sister and my girlfriends.

Between the amusement, lust and anger of Liz and the embarrassment, shame and enjoyment emanating from my older woman, I knew this was going to be a nightmare.

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POV- Liz

I'd thought about what happened in the dining hall today. Hearing that Dom was in a relationship with not only the attention-stealing Hope but the wicked bitch Penelope send a chill down my spine. What made it worse was the genuine looks of affection between them. 'Why the fuck did he have to date her? He literally dragged her off by her hair and somehow, she ended up winning him and Hope over. I'd left to go talk to Josie last night with a stupid grin seeing the stuck-up-bitch dragged by her hair, but now I'm left wondering whether I should have somehow followed him.'

There were several things I realised reflecting on it. Firstly, I wanted Dom, regardless of the polygamy thing. Second, was that Penelope was a masochist. And third, was that I was going to be his favourite, no matter what. 'Which is why I'm sneaking out at night to go slip into his bed for real. Stupid dreamworld sex. Why did our first time have to be a dream…Pseudo dream, whatever.'

Knowing that knocking would possibly wake my handsome devil up if he was already sleeping, I, in my infinite wisdom, unlocked the door and slipped inside, using 100% of my focus on the hallway where the teachers' dorms were. Stepping inside the dimly lit room, I turned to look at the enhanced bed Josie and I had made for him, strengthened and enlarged, ready for any kind of frisky business I'm sure Hope and Penelope have enjoyed. A sudden desire to strip the enchantments washed over me but I ignored it, focusing on the naked beauty of black hair and artistically carved muscles. 'God I just want to run my tongue all over him. Maybe I should wake him up to a blowjob, show him I'm willing to give him pleasure without him asking?'

Sneaking to his side of the bed, I spot a bundle on the bed, covered in the doona that was missing from Dom's side of the bed. 'Seriously, which selfish tart is in his bed right now?' It cant be Josie, so it must be one of the annoying girlfriends that won't stop rubbing it in our faces. Like 90% of the girls in the school want a piece of Dom's yummy body, and the rest are gay, so why do they have to rub it in OUR faces that Josie and I hadn't won him yet?'

As the torrent of thoughts moved through my mind, I changed plans, deciding to take a photo of the sleeping face of whichever slag was in his bed and laugh at it for my own amusement whenever they annoyed me. Taking a pic of Dom's sleeping statuesque body, though with the size of his cock you'd think he was erect, I moved to the bitch's side, peeling the doona and blanket off carefully as I realised Dom's arms were holding her in his sleep. 'Fucking bitch is getting spooned to sleep.' But it was then that I realised the person wasn't Penelope like I'd first thought, but my counsellor.

"What the fuck?" I muttered, astounded by the situation. Not only was the old bitch older than my dad, but she was lying naked next to one of her students with dried sperm trailing down her legs and a bloody pelvic tattoo. "What…the fuck?"

This time, Emma heard me, and with her bleary eyes turning alarmed in an instant, she wriggled to cover herself, which of course woke Dom.

"You in a hurry or something," Dom's husky half-asleep voice sounded out, but his eyes remained closed shut, with no idea I was even in the room.

Looking at the frantic, yet trapped slut in front of me, I decided to answer him for her. "I think she's just embarrassed getting caught with a student…And getting spotted with a womb stamp. So outdated." His eyes looked over at me, but unlike the teacher in his arms, he had none of the panic or embarrassment one might expect.

He then went on to explain the branding as he called it, and to be honest, I'd never heard of anything like it. 'It's perfect for someone in his situation. And obviously an inherited ability of incubi.'

Unfortunately, that meant that I had another gir- old woman to deal with. I wanted to get in bed with him, even if it was only to cuddle up to him, but the idea of doing it on a bed that so clearly smelt like sex, and had one of my teachers in it, was not what I had in mind. And not how I was going to spend my first night in bed with him.

"I guess I'll see you both tomorrow then. Good night, Dom," I called, ignoring the smug-looking Emma still wrapped in his arms. As I leaned over to pull the blanket back over, I saw why she was acting smug; His long, fat cock was wedged in her ass cheeks. "And Dom," I said sweetly, still leaning over Emma so my face was in front of his. "If I find out you've fucked another random girl before me, I'm going to absolutely freak." Planting a small kiss on his slightly salty, yet impossibly soft lips, I turned and left, knowing I had possibly the juiciest bit of gossip in the school. 'Not that I can tell anyone…besides Josie of course.'

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POV- Dominic

Being called in to see Dorian and Alaric shortly after breakfast was not ideal, but then again, neither was the scandalous looks the twins were shooting me as they hushedly whispered promises to explain to my girlfriends about my recent lover.

Kicking my feet up on the empty chair beside me I ask, "So what's this about?"

"This is about SEVERAL things, Dominic." 'Wow, he's genuinely annoyed. He never calls me Dominic anymore.' "Firstly, as a teacher, I need to ask that you keep any sexual happenings to a more private environment. I've heard rumours of you making out with your fellow students…and more, in public areas. Secondly, as a father, I need to know what your intentions are for my daughters."

I had nodded to the first topic, realising he only meant the kissing of Penelope and maybe the oral sex with Josie or the time with Hope in Emma's office if she complained when they first happened. While I enjoyed spontaneity, I understood it was a school, with children…even if they are incredibly old children.

The second topic almost made me giggle like a child as I watched his serious face. "Well, I plan to date them, marry them and have a family with them." While neither was completely surprised, the bluntness and perhaps the extent of the relationship I wanted shocked them a little.

"This…will take some time getting used to, particularly with the multiple partner relationship you seem to have." His face conjured a smirk as he looked at me, "Yes, even the headmaster has heard about your relationship. Quite the hot piece of gossip around the school. As long as you can keep them safe and happy, that's more than I could ask for in this messed up world." As he said it, his eyes veered to the shelves behind me, specifically, to a photo of him and the twins' birth mother, who was killed on their wedding day. "If you hurt either one of them, I will hunt you down, and kill you as many times as it takes. I'll bury you alive in an enchanted coffin if I have to." The idea sent shivers through me. Being trapped alone in a small box for hundreds if not thousands of years, slowly losing my sanity. Giving him a small nod, he continued.

"Lastly is the thing you discussed with Dorian yesterday. When we heard about the possibility of an Archdemon, which according to the Dryad, you are, Dorian and I learnt as much as we could. Like how archangels were the strongest and highest of the angels, the opposite is also true. Demon princes, dukes, etcetera. It seems, however, that your powers are growing as you adjust to them and embrace the aspects of what you are. Can you tell me, roughly, how strong you are physically?"

I thought about it, tensing my arm and trying to make a best estimate. "Right now…I'm probably around vamp level, maybe a little higher. But I feel like physicality isn't the main focus of…whatever this is, my incubus nature. The flames are absolute, as the Dryad said, but I think the use of sleep and emotional manipulation could be my biggest weapons, or greatest tools depending on how they're used."

While I hadn't received any new powers after sleeping with Emma, I did receive the physical boost and a number of ideas sprung to mind on potential uses for dream manipulation. I could create nightmares within combat, or give loved ones their fondest memories again. I could trap an immortal in their own dreams, or use them for training. Best of all, my control over dream states became massively improved, making the dreams more like reality than a photo in a sense. It was like everything was now…real within them.

"That's a rather large improvement," Dorian said in thought. "When you first arrived, you were only at the level of a human athlete for strength and speed."

I nodded, but explained, "That's a hundred percent true, but my stamina was ridiculous even then. I could run at the level of an Olympic sprinter for hours. And to be fair, that is after 'embracing my nature,' as you so poetically described, with three people. Considering I can drain life force like a vamp and probably won't age much more than this, I can understand how archdemons or whatever became feared." Dorian's eyes snapped to Alaric when I described banging three people already, ready to tackle the older man to prevent him from snapping. Alaric however, was surprised at the control displayed, having assumed that an incubus would be something of a danger to keep inside an environment with women.

"Right, well the last thing I wanted to bring up, as the potential boyfriend of my daughters, is their birthday. That's in 2 days." His hands rubbed his face with frustration that seemed to have built from handling their birthdays for years. "So, have fun with that," he said with a knowing tone. One Dom couldn't have missed due to the wince on Dorian's features.

'Well… fuck. Hopefully, the party's not dead.'