A quick look back at Kostas

Kostas had just finished going through his notes: Sure, putting the archbishop in her place was tempting, but that would require some preparation. No, for now his sights were set firmly on that mercenary chick who had gotten him captured. He could see it going so differently: On her knees, servicing him so dutifully… Oh, he couldn’t wait! Kostas picked up his pace and rounded the corner onto the back pathway by the training grounds - all students of common birth seemed to have their rooms along this outside pathway. He could now see the Professor’s bedroom at the near-end of the row, and soon, he’d have his way with her…

As he continued down the path he noticed one of the students watching him: the short, shy one… Bernadette? No, Bernadetta. She stared at him as he approached the professor’s door, peeking out from behind one of the trees lining the walkway. If she was trying to go unnoticed, she was doing a shit job at it. He turned to meet her gaze and had barely managed to open his mouth before there was a loud squeak and a startled Bernadetta was fleeing down toward the lower rooms.

He snickered to himself. “Never gets old…”

Kostas knocked on the double doors. He could almost feel it, his cock already straining against his pants. He could see the mercenary… she was in front of him, on her hands and knees, moaning like a whore as he fucked her. She pleaded with him not to cum inside of her, but he could almost feel it now as he saw himself shove in as far as he could, falling upon her as he deposited his special seed within her. He could even see a crimson heart adorning her flesh as his cum trickled out. It was almost a memory more than his own imagination…

I must be getting ****… or maybe it’s this weird crest thing?

Kostas groaned, his cock now pushing against his pants plain enough for anyone walking by to see. “God dammit, woman… you better be in there.” he muttered, now pounding his fist on the door.

A few students looked up as they walked by, curious enough to glance, but either too disinterested or too intimidated by the brute to stop and stare. Kostas tried his best to shield himself with the massive walls that were on either side of the doors, trying his best to hide his erection - he was proud, but having a bunch of pip-squeaks staring at his crotch made even as brash a man as him a bit self-conscious. That damn mercenary better be ready, as this bandit had a score to settle… and urgently.

Kostas craned his neck to glance down the pathway, hoping anyone of import didn’t notice him at the professor’s door. He didn’t think he’d be standing here this long and he’d like to avoid anyone getting too nosy and ruining his fun…