Lustria Academy Student

In the single-room boys’ dormitory of Lustria Academy, two men were lost in the raw heat of passion. The large, buff Black guide had the slender, feminine young student pinned beneath him in a deep mating press, their bodies slick with sweat and the heavy scent of lust filling the air.

Only minutes earlier, the hallway outside had been crowded and noisy. It was move-in day for first-year students arriving from every corner of the kingdom. The academy had no rigid daily schedule—students could study at their own pace and simply needed to pass the end-of-year exams. Those who felt they had learned enough could even attempt an early graduation under faculty supervision.

Max, the delicate young man now gasping under the guide’s weight, could have easily spent the entire year as a NEET inside this very room, getting fucked senseless by anyone who entered. It wasn’t uncommon; many magic-track students eventually surrendered to that lifestyle. Knight-track students, by contrast, tended to remain outgoing and social. Such differences were simply the natural way of the world.

The moment Max and his guide stepped into the room and shut the door, the outside clamor vanished instantly. Sound-dampening magic sealed every dormitory chamber in perfect privacy.

The guide wasted no time. Pressing close behind Max, he boldly squeezed the student’s round, plump ass through the thin academy robe. Servants were strictly forbidden from touching students without consent—doing so could mean severe punishment, even ****—but Max only shivered with pleasure and leaned into the touch, silently encouraging the harassment.

Emboldened, the guide kneaded the soft flesh harder, groping and spreading the cheeks as he pleased. Max’s breathing grew ragged, his body trembling with building arousal.

“I knew you were a cockslut the second I laid eyes on you,” the guide whispered hotly against Max’s ear. “Fighting for the chance to be your personal guide was more than worth it.”

He spun Max around, gripped his chin, and tilted the boy’s flushed face upward. Lust burned openly in Max’s eyes. Without another word, the guide crushed their mouths together in a fierce, dominating kiss—tongue thrusting deep, claiming Max completely.

His large, rough hands slipped under the light-grey-and-gold academy robe, impatient with the fabric. He untied the sash with a quick tug, letting the robe puddle at Max’s feet. Beneath it, Max’s tight dark pants clung obscenely to his feminine curves, especially the full, juicy globes of his ass that strained against the material.

The guide broke the kiss to drink in the sight, eyes dark with hunger. He couldn’t wait any longer. Gripping the waistband, he ripped the pants open in one powerful motion, tearing the underwear away as well. Max’s bare ass jiggled freely at the sudden release, pale skin glowing in the soft lamplight.

The guide groaned, kneading the exposed flesh and delivering a sharp slap that sent ripples across the plump cheeks. Then he pushed Max down into a low squat, legs spread wide in the perfect position for worship.

“Look what your body did to me, boy,” he growled, voice thick with need. “Now you’re going to fix it.”

Max’s eyes widened at the massive bulge throbbing in the guide’s loose pants. He swallowed hard, anticipation making his mouth water. Eager hands rubbed the thick outline, trying to gauge its impressive size. Finally he tugged the pants down, and the guide’s heavy black cock sprang free—girthy, veined, and pulsing with raw power.

Max couldn’t even see the full length at first; the thick shaft filled his entire field of vision. He wrapped both hands around it, barely able to encircle the girth, and began stroking with slow, reverent pumps.

The guide groaned in pure bliss. He had fucked countless whores in the capital’s brothels, but none had ever made him feel like this. Max looked like a living embodiment of lust itself—pretty face flushed, soft lips parted, delicate hands working his massive cock with innocent hunger.

Soon Max’s mind fogged with desire. Leaning forward, he dragged his tongue slowly across the swollen, musky tip, savoring the salty taste. The guide’s hips jerked at the first wet contact. Growing bolder, Max licked and kissed along the thick veins, circling the head like a teasing snake before finally taking the fat crown into his warm, eager mouth.

Obscene, wet sucking sounds quickly filled the room. Outside the closed door, other students and guides continued moving into their own quarters, completely unaware of the depraved scene unfolding just a few feet away. The thrill of possible discovery only made Max suck harder, hollowing his cheeks and bobbing deeper.

The guide had wisely flipped the “Occupied” sign on the door, but academy teachers could still override the privacy wards in emergencies. That faint risk only heightened the excitement.

Max worked the enormous cock like a man possessed—sloppy, enthusiastic, and utterly shameless. His tongue swirled, his throat relaxed, and his hands pumped the thick base in perfect rhythm. The guide’s balls drew up tight, and with a deep, guttural roar he exploded, flooding Max’s pretty face and upper body with thick, rope after rope of hot cum.

By the time the last spurt landed, Max was a beautiful mess—academy shirt soaked and clinging to his skin, torn pants hanging in shreds around his thighs, bare ass still jiggling slightly from the **** of the guide’s earlier slaps. The scent of fresh seed hung heavy in the air, and Max’s half-lidded eyes sparkled with satisfied lust.
The school year had only just begun, and already Max’s new life at Lustria Academy was off to a very promising start.

Krekkov is the inspiration for characters in my work. [Larger than life, buff ass fuck people aplenty.]