Al-Haitham (smut)
You often talked with Al-Haitham, the Scribe.
His general knowledge was really known amongst the students, and even amongst simple citizens and rangers, like you.
At first you were skeptical.
Why a person of high status like him would bother talking with a nuisance like you?
Then it became clear.
Attraction.
The man felt an incredible interest towards you.
It started with small chats, and casual encounters, but then the two of you began to see each other more, until the Scribe himself offered you to go at his house for research purposes.
And how you could possibly refuse?
Well sure, things went out of control the moment you stepped into his house.
With his roommate absent who would stop him anyways?
His erection stood up right in front of you. He was big, too big. The tip was of an angry red, and precum was slowly dripping off. Al-Haitham stroked his cock slowly, a groan left his lips.
You were starting to grow impatient, heat pooling into your stomach, as you grinded yourself on the floor.
"So desperate". He mocked.
Al-Haitham's rough hands reached your hair, grabbing a handful of them and dragging you in front of his dick.
You looked at him from below, and heavens, what a sight he was.
Red cheeks, half-lidded eyes and messy hair greeted you, as his breath became heavier.
You slowly kissed the tip of his cock for then licking the twitching organ.. A groan from the man made you continue your work.
You took him into the wet walls that were your mouth, sucking his lenght.
A low groan came from Al-Haitham mouth.
A jolt of satisfaction made your whole body tremble with excitement. The thought of having the man under your complete control, of controlling him only by your own 'work', only made you more eager to suck on him.
You began to bob your head faster, hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue on the organ that stuffed your mouth.
Loud moans could be heard from above you, more and more as you took him all. You thought that the only sounds he made could make you cum on the spot.
Al-Haitham hands pushed your head against his crotch, his cock hitting the back of your throat.
A low moan came from you. You could feel him twitching, he was oh so close.
It would be a pity if his pleasure suddenly stopped, right?
In a rush of adrenaline you suddenly backed away from his dick, the tip leaving your mouth with a 'pop'.
Groaning in irritation the man pulled your hair again.
"Who told you to stop?"
His tone was commanding, and strangely overwhelming.
"I-"
You didn't even got the time to reply that Al-Haitham dragged you on his lap.
"You will pay back for this then" his cock was still hard "Sit".
You slowly got up. Your legs were shaking after kneeling for so long.Standing between his tights, you slowly sat on his dick.
His hands were gripping your hips as you placed your hands on his chest. The lenght of his member slowly entered you. A loud moan left your lips.
You could hear half-curses and praises whispered in your ear, while your walls were being stretched out by the large girth of the Scribe.
"H-haitham!" You screamed "T-too much!" Pain overwhelmed you. You felt your lower parts splitting in two.
The man slowed down, just in time for you to adjust to his side, then he shoved his entire cock into your cunt.
Pleasure started to build up in your stomach. The man rocked his hips against yours, the friction oh so deliciously electrifying. A waterfall of gasps and moans dropped out of your mouth. The Scribe grabbed your waist roughly, pressing his chest against your own. You could feel how hard he was inside you, and how his liquids were dripping inside you.
Your lips met Al-Haitham's, and your tongues danced. "C-close". The man groaned. A hot feeling spreaded through your body, as you bounced closer to him.
Minutes passed, and soon the Scribe thrusts became more slow and irregular.
You too were about to snap, the knot in your stomach more tight the more the man moaned.
"I'm gonna cum!"
The tension in your body disappeared, as your legs shook and trembled. Liquids covered Al-Haitham's legs, as he pounded into you ome last time.
Hot sticky seed filled you up, dripping down your tights and onto the Scribe legs. The man panted, chest rising and falling rapidly. Sweat covered his handsome body, his arms wrapped around your waist.
A few minutes passed and the two of you stayed in silence, breathing heavily.
"Are you able to walk?" The deep voice of the man had a note of concern.
"I am fine. I'll leave if you want."
"No!" You turned towards Al-Haitham, surprised. "Stay, I'll run us a bath."