Cassia Accepts

Cassia's heart hammered against her ribs. The city lay just beyond the gate, and she really wanted to pass. She could feel the guard's eyes on her, hungry and patient.

"Where do you want to go?" Cassia decided, her voice steadier than she felt. "To do this?"

The guard threw back her head and laughed. "Oh, sweetheart. I can't leave my post." She spread her arms wide, indicating the empty road and gate. "If you do this, you'll do it right here, on your knees."

Cassia's stomach dropped. "Out in the open?"

"Don't worry. Hardly anyone passes through this hour." The guard's smirked. "Be quick about it and you might just get away with it."

Mortification flooded through Cassia, hot, shameful, and maddeningly arousing. Her pussy had already grown slick at the mere suggestion of what was being asked of her. Her traitorous Unus cock twitched inside her tunic, responding to an alpha’s presence.

The city was right there. Twenty paces. And no one was watching. No one at all.

Cassia dropped to her knees.

The well-trodden gravel felt rough against her knees. The guard's hands moved with practiced efficiency, slipping aside her uniform to reveal her Duotis cock, seven inches of thick, veined alpha meat, already half-hard and glistening at the tip. The scent of her hit Cassia like a wall.

"Open up, little omega."

Cassia opened her mouth.

The guard fed her cock inch by inch, not roughly but with an inexorable patience that felt worse than ****. Cassia's lips stretched around the girth. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside. She began to suck, working her mouth in a steady rhythm.

It’s all right Cass. This is just a means to an end. No one is watching.

But she couldn't see that anymore. The guard now held her head in place, only giving her enough slack to move up and down her length. Her vision only encapsulated the base of the guard's cock and peripherally a few feet in either direction. Beyond that, she was blind.

Anyone could approach and see what she was doing.

Cassia sucked faster, desperation replacing technique. The guard groaned, her fingers curling through Cassia’s blonde hair. The alpha’s scent intensified, flooding Cassia's nostrils, making her light-headed.

The road behind her. Anyone could be walking down it. Any of her instructors, or fellow students. They would see her, Cassia Longwood, Senator Demetria's daughter, on her knees like a common whore, mouth stuffed with a guard’s cock.

Someone could be approaching from the city, perhaps a merchant delivering their wares, or a group of academy servants coming to work in the kitchens; every one watching Cassia bob her head, watching her as the guard's hips rolled forward and her futa balls slapped against Cassia's chin.

What would they think?

Cassia's paranoia sharpened her hearing to an almost painful degree. Every rustle of wind became footsteps. Every distant birdcall became a voice. She waited for the sound that would mean discovery, waiting for the laugh that would expose her humiliation forever.

The guard's breathing grew heavier above her. Her hips moved faster, fucking Cassia's throat with increasing urgency. Cassia's jaw ached. Spit ran down her chin. Her own cock strained painfully against her tunic, and her pussy wept with each thrust.

The wet sounds of her own mouth and the guard's soft groans, echoed beneath the archway.

What if someone hears us?

The guard's cock swelled, the shaft thickening, the head pressing against the back of Cassia's throat. "Get ready omega." the guard commanded.

Cassia braced herself.

The guard came with a grunt, hot spurts flooding Cassia's mouth. She had **** but to swallow, gag, and then swallow again. But the guard wasn't finished. She pulled out, stroking herself once, twice, three times, painting Cassia's face, across her lips, her cheek, her closed eyelids.

Cassia knelt there, trembling, covered in alpha cum, frantically looking around through her dripping lashes to see if anyone had seen.

There was no one else.

She had gotten away with it. Phew. She collapsed onto her backside.

"Not bad, omega," the guard said, tucking herself away with a satisfied smirk. "For an academy futa. You've got some skill in using that mouth."

Cassia wiped the cum out of her eyes with the collar of her tunic, shame and defiance warring in her chest. "Can I pass now?"

The guard laughed.

Actually laughed.

"Pass?" The guard shook her head, still chuckling. "Oh, sweetheart. I said I might let you pass. And I've decided not today." She leaned against the archway again, crossing her arms. "Rules are rules, after all."

Cassia stared at her, the meaning slowly penetrating through the haze of arousal and degradation. "You... you tricked me."

The guard's grin widened. "You're not the first, sweetheart. You won't be the last. Consider this one of your first lessons at the Academy." She gestured back toward the path. "Now, run along back to your precious school. Unless… you’d like to stay here and let me fuck you. I’d definitely let you into the city if you let me fuck you.”