Chapter Thirty Three

Millard? As in Levi “Mill-tard” Millard?!

The resemblance was there now Britney knew what to look for. If that spineless doormat ever had a distant ancestor who was a dashing, swashbuckling corsair–that would have been them standing before her. A fresh sense of burgeoning dread bubbled up from her fluttering stomach as this new studlier version of Levi Millard settled onto the bench beside her and straightened his cuffs with a sigh.

Miss Fanning, the crimson-haired teacher crawled over to wrap her arms around his bulging calf with a contented mewl, leaning into it and rubbing her lovely face against his knee like a besotted **** girl at the feet of a storybook barbarian.

“You did all this… somehow” Britney whimpered, trembling at the realization. “To all these people, just to get back at me?”

Her pristine pussy throbbed at the thought. Britney had one very specific kink which she would never divulge under the harshest examination.

Influence.

It was what drove her to excel, to put down those around her who might threaten her lofty social position. It was why she stayed in this podunk college town, terrorizing the local yokels instead of swimming and competing with the big fish in cities like New York or Los Angeles.

The insidious sway she held over other people’s actions and lives was what got Britney off in the late hours. Small wonder that a campus-worth of students and faculty frozen solid with arousal–all for the sake of her–would fall squarely into the glamorous InstaStar’s prurient wheelhouse.

“There you go again, making it all about you.” Levi said with a disappointed shake of his head. He smelled like oiled leather, cedar smoke and salty sex. Britney couldn’t help but inhale his animal musk.

“But no, Britney. You probably deserve judgment in one form or another, but if I have learnt anything in the last few days it is this; people are flawed, fractured by our cruel society. Even the best of us, the kindest and most loving…” His bright amber eyes fell upon the ethereal winged beauty swooning melodramatically upon the center stage, “...Are broken in some fundamental way and I can’t simply click my fingers or wave some magical doodad around to fix that.”

As he spoke Miss Theodorou slid, unbidden, from her seat to crawl over Britney’s ankle-booted feet. Pulling off her rumpled turtleneck, the busty professor slipped free of her satiny bra and mashed her fat olive tits around Levi’s other leg, starting to kiss her way up the inseam of his pants towards a prominent bulge that was growing towards his knee.

Britney unconsciously licked her cherry lips when she spotted the thickening protrusion.

“So… you forgive me, Levi?” She asked, a gleam of hope finally spilling into her quavering voice. “Is that what all this is about? A display of what you can do to finally put me in my place and let bygones be bygones?”

“Forgive you? Of course not.” Levi chortled with another shake of his handsome head. “You’re awful Britney and made my first year of college a living hell. I’m certain that one of Alina’s little gimmicks could turn you into a happily subservient sex-kittten like Carmen, or a brainless fuck-doll like Kimmy but I’m beyond the point of caring anymore…”

Carmen? Kimmy?

Britney’s alarmed gaze shot between the slutty Latina maid watching the operatic superstar on stage with a beatific smile on her face and the over-inflated Asian bimbo who was laughing as she tossed rainbows of candy into the crowd from her bucket. Her frazzled mind finally connected the missing dots.

“Oh no…”

“Look at that, you can see past your own reflection after all. Well, I’m going to count that as a win.” Levi quipped wryly, clapping her on the shoulder as the two half-naked academics at his feet started pawing at his belt and zipper. “We’re done here, Britney. You don't matter anymore, never really did in the first place. You’re ultimately unimportant in the grander scheme of things I want to accomplish now and I just wanted to make sure you knew that before I left.”

“Wait, What?!” Britney shrilled, grabbing onto his arm with both hands before his words could floor her. She could feel dense cords of muscle shifting under the Egyptian cotton sleeve. “That’s it? You came here and did all this freaky shit to the school, only to take the moral high ground and leave? If not for me, then WHY?!”

She hung onto Levi like a drowning woman to a drifting scrap of flotsam. Nothing was making a lick of sense anymore. Was he mocking her? Showing her a glimpse of real influence–of the total control that lived at the heart of her deepest, darkest fantasies–only to bait her by walking away? Because if that was the case Britney was ready to swallow it wholesale.

Hook, line and fucking sinker.

“Aaaand~ we’re back to square one.” Levi huffed irritably, turning his attention back to the performance with a wave of his hand. “Do you think yourself some sort of grand prize? Look upon my Lioness, Britney. You can’t hold a firefly’s fart next to her blazing brilliance. She is everything to me and you are utterly insignificant for all your petty threats and pretentious posturing.”

Miss Fanning and Miss Theodorou let out thrilled squeals down below as they finally wrestled his awesome length free of his slacks. It smacked loudly against the delighted red-head’s chin as it sprang skywards and knocked her stunned head back.

The inky-haired Chair of Feminist Studies seized her advantage–and Levi’s meaty girth–to begin slobbering inexpertly all over the jaw-cracking crown with unhinged enthusiasm.

“Sure, I could have come here today with a bag full of cheap tricks and turned you into… I dunno, a whorish OnlyFans knobgoblin, but that would have meant you were someone of relevance to me but you aren’t. You won’t even be a footnote in the legend I intend to carve onto the face of this wicked world, Britney.” Levi growled, getting heated again and looming over her as his slitted amber eyes began to glow. Britney quailed under his focused ferocity and a bolt of molten arousal pierced her shuddering core at Levi’s implied power as he whipped out a pointed finger towards the stage. “I came here for HER. I mindfucked an entire college campus because I love my Lioness more than anything and she had a lifelong dream of singing in front of a crowd!”

His other hand snapped lightning-fast around Britney’s neck, his claw-like nails pricking her tender flesh and she found herself leaning into it with wide, eager eyes. Somewhere down below decks Miss Fanning had recovered enough to start running her thirsty tongue up and down the length of Levi’s veiny shaft not currently lodged in the, now literally, man-eating Greek lesbian’s **** throat.

On the women’s sideline, the Prairie Stars cheer squad had turned to face the female crowd with red embers burning impishly in their smoldering gazes. Their small feet were planted squarely, slender legs spread wide, shoulders back on the polished wooden floor, firm youthful asses thrusting upwards and perky coed tits swaying as they blurred fingers across their exposed hairless slits to squirt an obscene ten pussy salute towards Levi and the moaning stands.

“Vivat! Vivat!”

The dazzled crowd chorused in an orgasmic refrain as the resounding orchestral score crested and Alina approached her big finish.

“You may not understand the words she is singing but I do.” Levi hissed down at Britney as he shook her free of his arm and stood. “It is from the final act of a Russian opera titled ‘Boris Godunov’ and it doesn’t end well for the villain of the piece. Be thankful for your insignificance, Britney, this could well have been your swan song.”

With those parting words he released her from his throttling hold, pushed aside the suckling faces of the two cock-worshiping educators, and waded through the gasping, grasping mob of possessed cheerleaders to reach the winged angel poised beautifully on the center-stage with his rigid, swinging manhood leading the way.

Jeesuz, but it was girthy and enormous. Slick with the two teachers saliva and leaking a line of piquant precum that a few of her squad mates began to greedily lick up.

"Wait, where are you going?!" Britney cried, shooting to her feet and almost tripping over the forlorn form of Miss Fanning. “You can’t do that. Don’t you know who I am? You can’t just dismiss me like I’m nothing!”

Levi just ignored her, striding over the open distance of the basketball court towards the singing Aphrodite who’s eyes were closing in symphonic elation as she belted out her climactic grand finale with her elegant hands clasped tightly beneath her perfect creamy breasts.

He was undressing as he went, first stepping out of his brown leather oxfords and dropping his waistcoat to the ground, leaving a trail of shedded clothing on the way to meet his lover at the end of her showstopping performance.

“Vivat! Vivat!”

The audience chorused again in approval as Carman and Kimmy–no… they were Kitten and Dolly now. Two completely different people, Levi had changed them and that realization made Britney’s pussy throb even harder–were arranging a golden throne on the stage behind the enchanting coloratura soprano. It was a simple painted prop, likely nicked from the theater department but under the bright spotlight and in the angel’s staggering presence it sparkled like twenty four carats of the genuine article.

By the time Levi reached his so-called Lioness, he was stark and gloriously naked. His body could have been hewn from finest marble–hard and smooth with ridges of cut muscle defining his Olympian physique–as he paused at the foot of the stage, beaming with fierce pride and patiently waiting for his beloved to bring the show home for the inevitable standing ovation.

“No, wait a goddamn second!” Britney pleaded, scrambling through the mass of mutually masturbating coed hussies her championship cheer team had become at the appearance of Levi’s bare magnificence. “Just give me a moment to speak my piece, pleeeease~!”

Somehow, she had stumbled into the impossible. An insane, critical moment in her short-lived, privileged existence where her every fantasy was within arms reach and about to slip away like sand through her clutching fingers as the last few exotically accented chords crooned from the statuesque Prima Donna’s ruby lips winding down from the crashing orchestral crescendo.

Suddenly it was over. The stadium speakers crackled with the quiet hiss of a record needle over blank vinyl and the entire athletic center went deathly silent, holding its collective breath.

“Brava!” Levi roared, smashing his palms together in rapid-fire applause.

The crowd erupted in cheers and rose to their wobbly feet in the preordained ovation.

“Brava! Brava!”

“Czarina!”

“Encore!”

Even the male stands–who had remained motionless and erect as sexshop mannequins throughout–began to clap in a mechanical fashion as the women’s side went wild with jubilant shouts of admiration and whoops of nearly-orgasmic exuberance.

“Czarina! Czarina! Czarina!”

The onlookers began to chant unanimously as Britney broke from their frenetic huddle to almost take a tumble over Levi’s discarded trousers in her haste to catch up to the one-time pushover.

“It was a phenomenal performance, Alina.” He said with heartfelt sincerity, stepping up to embrace his breathless angel in strong, loving arms. “You are a brilliant supernova deserving of far richer venues than this humble stage.”

“Thank you, Darling” She purred, snuggling deep into his manly chest with a happy sigh of contentment. “I wanted so badly to live out my foolish girlhood dreams and gift that final song to you in front of everyone… my Levi, my Love, my mighty Lion.”

Kitten stood to one side weeping tears of joy, holding a large bouquet of vibrant red roses and baby's breath clutched deep in her momentous cleavage while Dolly set off a celebratory confetti cannon directly into the floor as she held it the wrong way down.

“Oopsie!” She giggled, then shoved a thumb between her pillowy purple lips.

“But the show isn’t quite over yet, Darling.” Alina grinned wickedly as she traced her painted fingernails down Levi’s ripped torso to tease luxuriantly at his huge jutting hardness. “The opera only ends after Dmitri is crowned as the new Czar with Marina by his side…”

She began to sashay backwards in her tall boots–her lush hips swinging in the scanty bikini bottoms–coyly tugging him by the girthy root towards the throne under the boisterous cries and elated demands for more blaring from the women’s stands.

The only sound coming from the men's side was a low, guttural groan of united envy.

“Shall I perform Marina’s Aria as my encore, Darling?” Alina husked, pressing Levi back into the throne with her bare heavy tits and sliding sinuously onto his naked lap with a pleased purr as she trapped his slick stiffness between her supple thighs. “I know it is your favorite. A foreign princess seeking a man worthy of her loyalty and devotion, who could rule all of Russia with her by his side?”

“I will always crave the sound of your sweet voice, Love.” Levi answered, brushing one of her feathered wings aside to cup her rosy cheek in a large paw. The intimate touch made her moan throatily and begin stroking his protruding enormity. “But we should probably go. We're on a schedule–”

Britney staggered up and hung onto the edge of the stage with a white knuckled grip.

“Wa–Wait!”