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Today was Valentine's day. Claudius always thought of the day as just another holiday for licentious commoners, but now his view was completely altered thanks to the most beautiful man to ever grace the campus of Night Raven College. Vil Schoenheit was his latest obsession and once Claudius asked for his hand there was no way he could be turned down. Surely Vil would see what made Claudius a great husband.
Claudius is a righteous man, more righteous than anyone else at the college. How he wished to whisk away his beloved Vil to some secluded cottage and they would live Happily Ever After, but he knew even attempting would earn him a slap to the face. Regardless, he could profess his undying love for Vil and begin the courting process afterwards. A sinfully beautiful man deserved to be at the side of a virtuous man like himself.
Strangely enough, Vil’s room door was open a crack. From Claudius’ notes, the door was usually completely open or closed, never in between. Perhaps Vil knew he was coming? Could this be part of a scheme that ended in their Happily Ever After? With bated breath Claudius crept to the door, hoping for a peek at what his beloved could have in store for him.
The sounds reached his ears before he could fully register what he was seeing. The creaks of a bed were nearly drowned out by wet slapping sounds and familiar moans, moans that went straight to Claudius’ cock. And then he saw it.
Vil, his gorgeous Vil, slamming his hips up and down in a wild rhythm onto a massive cock covered in slick. His hair was messy and bouncing, Claudius' keen eyes noticed a fist full of blonde locks helping pull Vil up and down.
He stood there frozen in shock, anger, and lust. His blood felt icy, a stark contrast to how hot his face was becoming. A whirlwind of emotions bubbled up within Claudius, rage and arousal fighting for dominance over what he would do next. He should not stoop to the vulgarity of the common man, of the /beast/ defiling his love. No, barging in would be too embarrassing, but what was he supposed to do, just stand at the door and jerk off like some street bum?
Actually, that idea didn't seem half bad, and it just became more and more appealing as Claudius watched the acts playing out before him. Gasps and groans beckoned him, almost taunting that he wouldn’t dare stick around. Quietly, Claudius unzipped his pants just enough to pop his dick out and clearly assess the situation.
The fist and dick belonged to none other than Leona Kingscholar, that uncouth brute Claudius loved to loathe. He was good for nothing besides his cock, evidently. Vil sure seemed to be enjoying its size and girth. It certainly looked nice Claudius had to admit, the way it was forced in and out of Vil’s tight pussy hypnotizing. Gods, how he wished to be in Leona’s place and feel Vil being split on his cock, moaning his name. Claudius thumbed at the head of his dick at the thought and struggled to suppress a groan. He couldn’t tear his eyes off the pair, nor could he move except to stroke himself off.
Leona muttered something Claudius couldn’t hear and Vil immediately got onto his knees to bow before the cock that was just inside his deepest parts, small tongue leaving shiny streaks before engulfing his monstrous dick. Vil’s thin neck stretched with a large bulge crammed down it, yet Vil seemed unphased like he was used to this. Claudius shivered. No scoffs, no backtalk or comments, it was as if Vil were a slave to pleasure, Leona’s /bitch/ even. How many times had this romp played out before?
Claudius was torn from his soul-crushing thoughts by a loud cry. He looked back to the scene and watched as Leona’s fat balls slapped against Vil’s pussy furiously and Leona’s hand seemingly rubbing at Vil’s clit. Entranced, Claudius stroked his cock at a similar pace, imitating Vil's velvety and wet walls with his hand.
Vil was babbling, incoherent and drunk on cock that was hitting all the right spots. Leona smirked as he somehow went faster than before, brutally attacking Vil's weakpoints with each thrust. Claudius watched as his love's back bowed so beautifully, his pussy squirting juices in an arch before going limp, Leona still not yet letting up his efforts. The beast kept thrusting until he stilled with a grunt. Claudius could practically /hear/ the sound of Leona’s cock cumming inside Vil’s pussy. He wondered if Vil could feel the cum seeping into his cervix and womb. Claudius’ hand kept going all the while, he could feel himself teetering on the edge.
Still panting, Leona pushed himself off the bed and made a beeline to the adjoining bathroom, presumably to take a whizz and a quick shower. Claudius paused to make sure he was gone and slowly pushed the door open. The smell hit him, semen heavy and a tinge of spit, bodily fluids tinged with /lust/ that only served to make his dick harder. He approached the bed and observed its occupant, Vil Schoenheit full of cum and passed out. His beauty was accentuated with pink and red bites scattered on his body like rose petals.
Claudius knelt as if to pray, coming face to face with Vil’s exquisite pussy. Such a magnificent view, Claudius wished he could take a mental photo and keep the image in his mind forever. He shuffled closer, peeling Vil’s legs a bit further and licked up a stray strip of cum. Finally abandoning all remaining morals and embarrassment, Claudius cleaned up Vil’s pussy, first starting with the mess around his lips. Once satisfied, he held his cunt open in order to clean out Leona’s jizz. Vil’s scent was intoxicating and just enough to tip Claudius over the edge, semen staining the disheveled bed sheets he knelt on. He stayed between Vil’s legs, not caring that his legs were falling asleep already. The shower suddenly stopped, reminding Claudius of how little time he had left. To Hell with it, he didn’t care if Leona came out and found him or if Vil woke up then. Maybe then they could set up another day like this.