That was all Neil needed.

He pulled his hips back and thrust forward hard, pinning her against the wall with the force.

"AHHNN~!!" Cynthia screamed, her nails raking down his back.

He set a relentless pace, pulling out and slamming back in over and over. Each thrust was deep and powerful, his cock

plunging into her womb without mercy.

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP

The wet sounds echoed off the walls of the small room, mixing with Cynthia’s uncontrollable moans.

"AHHN~ AHHN~ AHHN~ haa haa haa W- Walker!! HNNN~!!" She couldn’t even form sentences anymore, just screaming his name

between moans.

Her breasts bounced wildly with each impact, her entire body jolting up the wall before gravity brought her back down

onto his cock.

The position was completely submissive, she was pinned, held up, being used by her own student, and some deep part of

her loved it.

’More.’ The thought came unbidden. ’Harder. Don’t stop.’

"Haa teacher, your insides are squeezing so tight..." Neil groaned, her velvet walls gripping him like a vice, hot and

wet and suffocating.

"S- Shut up haa don’t say embarrassing—AHHNNNN~!!" A particularly deep thrust cut her off as the head punched past her

cervix and into her womb directly.

Her eyes went wide, mouth open in a silent scream as the sensation overwhelmed her.

"HNNNNG~ y- you went inside haa inside my womb haa directly..." She gasped, tears forming at the corners of her eyes

from the intensity.

Neil could feel it too, the tight ring of her cervix gripping his shaft while the head was surrounded by the even

softer, hotter flesh of her womb. It was indescribable.

He continued thrusting at that depth, each stroke going directly into her most sacred place.

Cynthia lost all sense of reason. Her mind went blank, filled with nothing but the sensation of her student’s cock

ravaging her womb.

"AHHN~ AHHN~ AHHN~ cumming haa I’m cumming again haa I can’t—AHHHNNN~!!" She came again, harder than before, her body

convulsing violently against the wall.

Her pussy clamped down in rhythmic contractions, her juices spraying out around his cock, running down both their

legs.

But Neil didn’t stop. He fucked her through the orgasm, the spasming of her walls only making it feel better, tighter,

wetter.

"HNNN~ haa haa no more haa I just came you can’t keep—AHHN~!!" Cynthia sobbed, the overstimulation pushing her into

another orgasm before the previous one even finished.

She was cumming continuously now, her body locked in a state of never-ending pleasure, wave after wave crashing over

her as Neil refused to let up.

Her mind was completely empty except for one repeating thought.

’He’s going to break me. He’s going to break me and I don’t want him to stop.’

Neil could feel his own climax approaching. The non-stop clenching of her insides, the wet heat, the sight of his

usually composed teacher reduced to a moaning mess in his arms, it was too much.

"Teacher haa I’m going to—" He started.

Cynthia grabbed his face with both hands, looking at him with desperate, lust-filled eyes.

"Inside." She gasped. "Do it inside haa fill me up haa I want all of it..."

The prideful snake queen was begging her student to cum inside her womb. If anyone from her kingdom saw her like this,

she would die of shame. But right now she didn’t care about any of that.

She just wanted to feel him, all of him, the deepest way possible.

Neil thrust one final time, as deep as he could go, the head lodged firmly inside her womb.

Then he came.

"AHHHNNNN~!!" Cynthia screamed as the hot semen erupted directly into her womb, thick ropes of cum painting her

innermost walls white.

The heat was incredible, spreading through her belly like fire, filling her womb in seconds. But he kept cumming, more

and more, stretching her womb as the volume became too much.

She could feel her lower belly swell slightly from the sheer amount, the fullness making her feel complete in a way

nothing else could.

Cynthia came one final time from the sensation, the hardest orgasm yet. Her entire body went taut, then completely

limp, her head falling against his shoulder.

"Haa haa haa haa..." She could only breathe, her body completely spent.

Neil held her against the wall, both of them trembling from the intensity, his cock still buried inside her, still

twitching out the last few spurts.

For a long moment, neither of them moved or spoke. Just the sound of their heavy breathing filling the small dark

room.

Cynthia could feel his warm seed inside her womb, so much of it, thick and hot, not leaking out because his cock was

still plugging her entrance.

It felt strangely possessive, like he was marking her from the inside, and the thought made her heart race all over

again.

’What has this student done to me...’ she thought, burying her face deeper into his neck.

After what felt like an eternity, Neil gently lowered her down, his softening cock finally sliding out of her body.

A flood of thick white semen poured out the moment he pulled out, running down her thighs.

"Hnn~" Cynthia shivered at the sensation, her legs wobbling as they touched the ground. She could barely stand.

She leaned against the wall for support, trying to catch her breath, her body still trembling from the aftershocks.

Neil stood beside her, equally out of breath, watching his teacher try to compose herself.

Cynthia looked down at the mess between her legs, the semen still flowing out of her, and her face turned completely

red.

’So much came out... he let out this much inside me...’ The thought made her squeeze her thighs together involuntarily.

"W- Walker." She said, her voice hoarse and shaky.

"Yes, teacher?"

She wanted to scold him. She wanted to tell him that he went too far, that a student shouldn’t treat his teacher like

that, that she was the one who was supposed to lead.

But what came out was something entirely different.

"...You pass today’s lesson." She murmured, looking away.

Neil let out a small laugh. "Thank you, teacher."

"D- Don’t laugh! I’m being serious!" She snapped, but there was no real bite to it.

Cynthia slowly slid down the wall until she was sitting on the floor, her legs too weak to support her any longer. She

hugged her knees to her chest, trying to hide her naked body and the evidence of what they had just done.

Neil sat down beside her.

For a while, they just sat there in silence, shoulder to shoulder in the small dark room.

Cynthia’s mind was a storm of emotions. Shame, satisfaction, guilt, longing, pride, and something else she wasn’t

ready to name yet.

’This is the second time now...’ she thought. ’And it was even more intense than the first. At this rate I’ll become

completely addicted to him.’

She glanced at Neil from the corner of her eye.

He was sitting there calmly, as if they hadn’t just done something incredibly scandalous. His composure annoyed her a

little, when she was such a mess both physically and emotionally.

"Walker." She said quietly.

"Hm?"

"This... this was just a lesson. You understand that, right?"

Neil looked at her. "Of course, teacher."

Cynthia nodded, satisfied with the answer even though it stung a little.

’Just a lesson.’ She repeated to herself. ’Nothing more.’

But even as she thought that, she leaned slightly to the side, her shoulder pressing against his, seeking his warmth.

And she didn’t pull away.

Cynthia straightened her coat and fixed her hair with the practiced efficiency of someone who had long learned to restore composure quickly. Neil rolled his shoulder once, checked that nothing looked out of place, and looked at the Eye of the Future sitting in her palm before she stored it away.

"You should use it now." She said. "Before we go back."

Neil took it from her.

It was lighter than it looked, the golden surface warm against his fingers, the iris pattern across it catching the dim light of the corridor and shifting slightly, like something behind it was paying attention. He held it for a moment, then brought it to his mouth and bit into it.

The taste was nothing remarkable. Faintly sweet, like fruit that had been sitting in sunlight too long. But the effect was immediate and quiet, settling through his body from the inside out, not dramatic, not painful, just a warmth spreading through his chest and down into his bones like something that had been wound too tight was releasing a few turns.

He felt it in his lifespan the way you feel the difference between standing in the cold and stepping indoors. Not fixed, not resolved, but marginally better than it had been thirty minutes ago.

’Better.’ He thought. ’But not enough.’

He would still need something stronger eventually. This had bought him time, not a solution.

"How do you feel?" Cynthia asked, watching him.

"Better. Not fixed." He said honestly.

She nodded, unsurprised. "It was always going to be a partial answer. But partial is still something."

Neil looked at the remainder of the fruit, now gone, nothing left in his hand. He closed his fingers once and let it go.

"I’ll go back first." He said.

"Give it five minutes before I follow." She replied.

He nodded and turned down the corridor, hands in his pockets, pace unhurried.

The event hall was exactly as he had left it, loud and warm and full of people performing various versions of themselves for each other’s benefit.

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