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Hosting a business meeting, disguised as a simple dinner, was nothing new to the Pennyworth's household. As head of one of Piltover's most important families, Chrysal Pennyworth constantly sailed through negotiations and deals and many other political and financial matters. He loved to spoil his colleagues, so his house was often used as a meeting place rather than his office. Erzbeth, his spouse, knew of the importance of keeping good relations, so she always orchestrated all servants into perfection —Sometimes she even cooked all by herself, adding to that 'this family is so worth my money' feeling her husband oh so hoped for.
Their children were another layer added for good looks: Five of them, ranking from young adults to 'barely more than a girl', rubbed shoulders with the guests and made them feel at home. The males learned how to strike a good deal like their father, kissing ass if necessary, and keeping the family status as high as possible. The older sister, on the other hand, was more of a… treat. A delight for the eyes, if one may. She was tall, and had furious red hair, and a charming aura that almost overshadowed her mother's. Every man, in an open secret, hoped to make her theirs, either as a spouse or as a daughter-in-law. First because that would forge an unbreakable union with the powerful Pennyworths, and second because, well, she was beautiful. She knew she was seen as a prize, and although discreet, she didn't hide her constant flirtations and how much she enjoyed attention.
Which leads us to the other sister, the youngest of them all: You. A shy little thing, not at all a blooming socialite like the rest of your family. You were quiet, rather poker-faced, and always hiding in the corners or behind Father's skirts —which, side note, made you well-versed in all things relating to the business' world. Even with being very pretty and educated, you didn't get even a fraction of the attention your other siblings did, particularly your sister. That was fine by you, though: The least they noticed you, the better.
All that said, business with Zaunites were much rarer to host.
You hated the name, since Piltover's upper echelons used it as a slur instead of the proper name they chose for themselves. Negotiations with Zaun were somewhat new and kept at Father's office, nothing close to the intimate place his home was. It was the rule, and he respected it for everyone's safety.
But, well, a negotiation with one of Zaun's main pioneers was important enough to break that silly little rule. The Industrialist didn't tend to visit topside, way more comfortable in his own ground, which added weight to the importance of making him feel welcomed. Father had to present the best of the best.
And wherever could be better than his home, his very own family, to take care of the man?
Dinner was more private, more intimate, than usual, you knew. Usually several other men were invited over so they could all arrange a good deal and strut like peacocks to each other; this time, however, it was only your family and him —Well, him and whom you assumed was his bodyguard. A woman, tall as a tree and strong as a horse, attractive in a unique way, and constantly smirking at your sister like any other man before. Surprisingly, your sister had no flirty words nor haughty attitudes. You weren't sure if it was due to fear, nervousness, or something else.
In any case, your attention was much more centred in the other guest. The Industrialist, Silco, was a… peculiar man. He dressed as elegant as any other Piltovian man, and he probably had the best manners that house had ever seen, yet at the same time he had an aura of power and control not even Father had in his own bloody home. Perhaps it was a side effect of the dangerousness that came with being a Zaunite, and their leader as well; perhaps it had something to do with that face stricken by a past that, most likely, had sealed his destiny and forged his nature.
The only certain thing was that, for once, you longed to be seen.
Dinner was pleasant and nice. Father introduced you and your family to him, and then talked about his business and projects and connections, whilst Silco replied with his own. The men, brothers included, discussed politic, and industries, and all those boring ass themes, constantly asking the women for input. Mother had a good understanding of the stuff, whilst your sister didn't know (nor cared) about it, and the woman next to Silco was so deep into his job that she was more of a second brain than a simple bodyguard.
You, being so young and having a reputation about your shyness, were rarely ever acknowledged. The few questions Father threw your way were answered in a curt manner, and judging by his smile, they were accurate to say. You also smiled, and then blushed faintly for the rest of the dinner, your family thinking it was due to Father's approval. Truth was, however, that Silco had glanced at you for the first time, with those beautiful heterochromatic eyes, and he didn't look away for the remaining of the dinner.
When dessert was finished and time to move over to the living room arrived, things were going so good that Father decided to invite more of his acquaintances to meet up with Silco. He seemed delighted by the idea, glad he could strike many deals in one night, and sooner rather than later the Pennyworth's house was as full as ever. Parents came in with sons, servants running from one side of the room to the other to attend the patron's demands, and everyone seemed to be enjoying the time of their lives.
You went to hide to one your favourite corners. From there you stared at Silco's companion, Sevika, chat with your sister, both of them so caught in it they didn't even notice the surrounding guests. That made you smile a little, suddenly feeling your sister's singleness made sense, even when she was so sought after. Your smile didn't vanish as you glanced around the room, everyone in their own world, all of them drinking and dealing and socializing just like Father. He was sitting on his big bad businessman chair, sipping away his Martini, negotiating primarily with—
Your face changed to one of surprise when, through people and shadows and glasses, your eyes met with another pair already staring back. Silco spoke from time to time, more the type of man to listen before opening the mouth —Or perhaps he was just way too focused on you. The mere thought of it felt silly, your loneliness probably playing tricks on you. You squeezed the glass of wine in your fingers, looking down and furiously blushing. Your legs wobble, and some kind of raw emotion you had only ever felt in the privacy and obscurity of your room ran through you. The glass was raised to your lips, eyes uncontrollably searching for someone in front of you.
Silco smiled discreetly, raising his own glass in your direction, nodding, as if you were sharing a toast.
You scurried past the guests and went to hide to the closest hallway —the one leading to Father's home office. Once in its calm, you planted a hand on your chest, the crazed beating of your heart greetings you from below your dress. You closed your eyes, fretful, belly swarmed by butterflies and a ticklish feeling just a bit more downwards. The glass was left in one of the pieces of furniture, deciding you needed some time alone. With that, you walked down the hall, Silco's smile still imprinted in your mind.
Father's office was one of your favourite places. He had one of those swivel chairs, and since you were a little girl you loved to jump on it and gently spin to relax yourself. That you did, sitting on it and pushing with your feet to get in motion. You closed your eyes, sighing, definitely a little more calm, though your heart still beat rapidly. Your belly, on the other hand, felt quite uneasy and… needy.
After a moment, your hand travelled to your intimacy, the other one hastily pulling up your skirts and petticoats. You knew you could take your time: Father never went to his office during meetings, and no sane man would dare sneak into it. You bit your lip, pushing with your feet again, fingertips now caressing your inner thigh closer and closer to your pussy. Never have you fantasized about someone you have actually met, and you surely had never thought you would think about a man. Not a young person, like you, but someone who could easily be taken as your father. Something about it, about how taboo it felt, turned you on.
Would he be gentle or rough? Would he make you scream like in those adult movies? Would he—
“Well, this is certainly unexpected”.
You opened your eyes and stomped your feet on the floor, stopping the chair's momentum. Right in front of you, hands behind his back, was Silco. The door behind him was closed, perhaps even locked, and you felt like fainting from the shock. Quickly, you brushed down your clothes and rested your hands on the desk. They shook uncontrollably, and you were sure your face was as red as your sister's hair.
“Oh no, it wasn't on me to interrupt you”, Silco continued, as if nothing, slowly strutting towards you. You hoped for him to stop at the other side of the desk, yet to your terror he rounded it, walking beyond it and looking at nothing except for you. It felt like being a prey, like you were something about to be devoured, and that far from lowering your desired served as an aphrodisiac.
“I- er- well, no-”
“Do not fret, little bird. I don't plan on doing anything to you”, he interrupted, sitting on the desk corner. You somehow felt smaller, hands moving to your lap and nervously clenching together. Silco noticed, partially smirking. “Anything bad, at least; or perhaps yes. It depends on how you like it”.
You stood up so suddenly the chair skidded backwards a few feet. You were shaking from head to toe, mouth opening to spat you weren't that type of woman… But you knew it was a lie. Sure, you had never been touched, but if the thoughts in your mind were anything to go by, well…
“I-I do not think this is… uh, appropriate?”, you stuttered, more a question than a statement, the tremor in your voice not helping at all. Silco grinned, standing to, and went to stop mere centimetres away from you. You weren't that tall, so you used heels, but not even with those you reached his height. He moved as if he were to touch you, though in reality he had merely placed a hand on the desk to lean on it.
“'Appropriate'?”, he asked back, totally calm. “We're just chatting, Prudence. Yes, I would very much prefer to witness what you were doing a little while ago, but that wouldn't precisely be… Well, appropriate indeed”.
You practically ran to the door, finding it without the lock on but being unable to open it: Silco was behind you, a hand over your head pushing the door closed, lithe frame close to your body yet not touching you. You stood still, trembling, hand grasping the door's handle so hard your knuckles were white. The man's voice whispered right to your ear, goosebumps travelling all over your skin.
"Allow me to indulge you", it said, husky in tone, wetting your sex. "I've noticed the way you look at me, Prudence, and I'm delighted by you —But I'm not forcing you. If you open this door, I promise I'll let you go and that I'll never look in your direction ever again. If you lock it, however..."
Silco didn't end his sentence, pushing back and allowing you to release a breath you didn't even notice you were holding. You sighed heavily, ready to get out of there. Your morals and principles and raising urged you to do so, told you this was wrong, reminded you this was Father's office; yet, everything else pleaded you to stay. No one would know, and you would never have another chance like this. You knew your siblings respected the home oh so little when no one was looking, and although you believed to be more virtuous than them, you had to be real with yourself: Having sex with Silco right there, in your father's own place, whilst the rest of the party continued out of there none the wiser, was tempting.
The lock made a 'clic', and you turned around to look at Silco leaning against the desk, smiling.
"What a good girl", he said, in such a seductive manner poor you almost melted. The man scanned the room, finally picking the sofa near the window to sit down. He looked back at you, patting the space next to him, and you obediently went to him. Silco extended his hand to help you sit, and once by his side, he caressed your arm until he reached your hand, fingers intertwining. He smiled at you. "You're a very pretty girl, Prudence. I'm flattered by your interest".
That felt sincere, not something said to egg you on. You blushed.
"I... well, um, you are also very good-looking. I-if anything, I should be the one flattered", you stuttered, unsure of what to say. You felt the words escaping your mouth before you could stop them and save some face. "I am sorry, I have never... you know..."
"You've never been with a man?", he asked, almost impressed. You suddenly felt so ashamed by something everyone had always praised you couldn't admit it out loud, so you simply nodded. Silco gently squeezed your hand, like offering some comfort. "That's perfectly fine, nothing to be ashamed of. Do you want me to take the lead?".
The question was simple yet mortifying. You wanted him to think of you as a woman, a worthy partner, not just a stupid girl that knew nothing about anything —Although, then again, you really did know nothing. Making a fool of yourself even further was no option, and thus, anxiously, you nodded once more.
Silco smirked.
"Relax", he indicated, voice low and seductive, getting closer to you. He placed a hand on your neck, keeping you in place, and glanced at your lips. "I promise to fulfil each and all of your wants".
And he kissed you. It was slow, soft, almost loving. It was also your first kiss, though you would never say that. You kissed back to the best of your understanding, following your instinct, palms raising to hold his face between them. One side was soft and nice, the other half scarred and rough, somehow adding to your attraction towards him. You pulled him closer, body moving to meet his, lips growing hungry. Silco wrapped his arm around your waist, finally flushing together your bodies, his other hand reaching up to your blonde locks. He caressed your lower lip with his tongue, and you granted him access at once, nothing in your mind but the sweet sensations flooding your flesh.
Soon, still with your tongues dancing, you ended up straddling him. The position felt right, if a little odd due to the petticoats under you. Silco traced your back, placing his hands at your rear, pushing you against him. It made you moan, breaking the kiss and allowing you both to take a breather.
"Thought you wanted me to lead", he joked, caressing you still. Somehow you flushed even deeper, yet still managed to smile.
"Um, it is exciting", you replied, and couldn't add more before Silco took power of your mouth again. He kissed you deeply, lost in you, raising your heat. In a sudden act of bravery, you took his hands and placed them on your chest, the request crystal clear, and Silco obliged.
He did it slowly though, as if he wanted to torture you, see how desperate you could get. You muttered a soft, almost inaudible 'please' between kisses, your small action enough for now: In the blink of an eye, the man undid the buttons and knots of your dress and corset, the top half of your dress now opened. He swiftly threw your underwear aside, forgetting about it. Your freed torso could finally breathe lightly, though the air in your lungs stopped again when you felt Silco's cold hands on your warm skin. He caressed your belly and sides and ribs before, at last, pressing against your breasts.
You moaned once more, this time louder, and Silco opted to nibble your neck. He kissed his way down to your collarbones, the flesh over your chest, and then the valley between your tits. You hold onto his shoulders, his smile against your skin.
"Do you want my mouth on your breasts, my little Prudence?", he taunted. You nodded, squirming when his thumbs brushed over your perked up nipples, teasing them. "Use your words, then".
You frowned, frustrated, feeling your panties utterly ruined. A gasp exited your lips at Silco's slow movements.
You practically ran to the door, finding it without the lock on but being unable to open it: Silco was behind you, a hand over your head pushing the door closed, lithe frame close to your body yet not touching you. You stood still, trembling, hand grasping the door's handle so hard your knuckles were white. The man's voice whispered right to your ear, goosebumps travelling all over your skin.
“Allow me to indulge you”, it said, husky in tone, wetting your sex. “I've noticed the way you look at me, Prudence, and I'm delighted by you —But I'm not forcing you. If you open this door, I promise I'll let you go and that I'll never look in your direction ever again. If you lock it, however…”
Silco didn't end his sentence, pushing back and allowing you to release a breath you didn't even notice you were holding. You sighed heavily, ready to get out of there. Your morals and principles and raising urged you to do so, told you this was wrong, reminded you this was Father's office; yet, everything else pleaded you to stay. No one would know, and you would never have another chance like this. You knew your siblings respected the home oh so little when no one was looking, and although you believed to be more virtuous than them, you had to be real with yourself: Having sex with Silco right there, in your father's own place, whilst the rest of the party continued out of there none the wiser, was tempting.
The lock made a 'clic', and you turned around to look at Silco leaning against the desk, smiling.
“What a good girl”, he said, in such a seductive manner poor you almost melted. The man scanned the room, finally picking the sofa near the window to sit down. He looked back at you, patting the space next to him, and you obediently went to him. Silco extended his hand to help you sit, and once by his side, he caressed your arm until he reached your hand, fingers intertwining. He smiled at you. “You're a very pretty girl, Prudence. I'm flattered by your interest”.
That felt sincere, not something said to egg you on. You blushed.
“I… well, um, you are also very good-looking. I-if anything, I should be the one flattered”, you stuttered, unsure of what to say. You felt the words escaping your mouth before you could stop them and save some face. “I am sorry, I have never… you know…”
“You've never been with a man?”, he asked, almost impressed. You suddenly felt so ashamed by something everyone had always praised you couldn't admit it out loud, so you simply nodded. Silco gently squeezed your hand, like offering some comfort. “That's perfectly fine, nothing to be ashamed of. Do you want me to take the lead?”.
The question was simple yet mortifying. You wanted him to think of you as a woman, a worthy partner, not just a stupid girl that knew nothing about anything —Although, then again, you really did know nothing. Making a fool of yourself even further was no option, and thus, anxiously, you nodded once more.
Silco smirked.
“Relax”, he indicated, voice low and seductive, getting closer to you. He placed a hand on your neck, keeping you in place, and glanced at your lips. “I promise to fulfil each and all of your wants”.
And he kissed you. It was slow, soft, almost loving. It was also your first kiss, though you would never say that. You kissed back to the best of your understanding, following your instinct, palms raising to hold his face between them. One side was soft and nice, the other half scarred and rough, somehow adding to your attraction towards him. You pulled him closer, body moving to meet his, lips growing hungry. Silco wrapped his arm around your waist, finally flushing together your bodies, his other hand reaching up to your blonde locks. He caressed your lower lip with his tongue, and you granted him access at once, nothing in your mind but the sweet sensations flooding your flesh.
Soon, still with your tongues dancing, you ended up straddling him. The position felt right, if a little odd due to the petticoats under you. Silco traced your back, placing his hands at your rear, pushing you against him. It made you moan, breaking the kiss and allowing you both to take a breather.
“Thought you wanted me to lead”, he joked, caressing you still. Somehow you flushed even deeper, yet still managed to smile.
“Um, it is exciting”, you replied, and couldn't add more before Silco took power of your mouth again. He kissed you deeply, lost in you, raising your heat. In a sudden act of bravery, you took his hands and placed them on your chest, the request crystal clear, and Silco obliged.
He did it slowly though, as if he wanted to torture you, see how desperate you could get. You muttered a soft, almost inaudible 'please' between kisses, your small action enough for now: In the blink of an eye, the man undid the buttons and knots of your dress and corset, the top half of your dress now opened. He swiftly threw your underwear aside, forgetting about it. Your freed torso could finally breathe lightly, though the air in your lungs stopped again when you felt Silco's cold hands on your warm skin. He caressed your belly and sides and ribs before, at last, pressing against your breasts.
You moaned once more, this time louder, and Silco opted to nibble your neck. He kissed his way down to your collarbones, the flesh over your chest, and then the valley between your tits. You hold onto his shoulders, his smile against your skin.
“Do you want my mouth on your breasts, my little Prudence?”, he taunted. You nodded, squirming when his thumbs brushed over your perked up nipples, teasing them. “Use your words, then”.
You frowned, frustrated, feeling your panties utterly ruined. A gasp exited your lips at Silco's slow movements.
“P-please, I-I need your mouth”, you whispered, hating that feeling so ashamed also made you feel so hot. Silco laughed, leaving your breasts to hold your face. He stared at you firmly, his controlling nature peaking out.
“Come now, you can do better. I know good little girls like you love to be dirty little sluts”, he stated, and he was right. Fuck, he was so right. You took a deep breath.
“I need you to suck on my tits, Silco”, you spatted without a second thought. The man's pupils blew wide at the wording and the use of his name. Nothing else was required then, mouth speeding to your skin, hands used to hold your weight. You dug your fingers in his shoulders, teeth biting your lip to be as quiet as possible whilst he totally followed your request: Silco bit the lower part of your breasts, and licked your areolas, and indeed sucked on your tits, capturing the perky nipples between his lips and suckling whilst he brushed them with the tip of his tongue.
You have never felt something like that. The pleasure on your tits tickled down to your heat, urging you to sway your hips and ruin your petticoats. The beating of your heart throbbed in your nipples, and worse, in your cunt. Silco held you with an arm, the hand on the other limb tending to the breast not occupied by his mouth. He kissed and bit and manhandled both your tits, only stopping when you pulled at his short hair. He licked all the way up to your lips, where he passionately kissed you before tangling his hand on your hair, pulling roughly and making you squeal.
“Over the desk. Take off the damn dress”, he ordered before pushing you away.
You staggered to the desk, to the side your father would sit down, and hastily undid the rest of your raiment. The expensive silk dress crumbled to your ankles, and you just kicked it out of the way so it wouldn't bother you any more. Nothing covered your skin save for your panties, your thigh-high stockings, and your cute little heels. You bent over the desk as you were ordered to, palms holding the edge, trembles running all over you.
You were doing this. Gosh, you were about to fuck Zaun's most powerful and dangerous man. Give him your virginity.
The throbbing increased.
You dared to look at Silco, thinking perhaps he had been naking himself too, perhaps only lowering his trousers, but he was still fully clothed. In fact, he had simply stood up, and you realized he instead watched you undress. Your eyes lowered, embarrassed, barely noticing the man's hard-on.
“Don't be shy, Prudence”, he said, walking until he was behind you. You expected to hear the jingle of Silco's belt as he undid it, yet all you heard was the dull sound of something hitting the floor. Two hands grabbed at your ass, squeezing it before spreading it. Your heart skipped a beat when you felt Silco's hot breath against your cunt. “Oh, you're soaked. I can practically see through the fabric”.
“Silco—”
“Hush, little bird. I need to prep you”, he sighed. You didn't get another word before your panties were pulled to the side, Silco's warm tongue licking your slit. You moaned, more of a cry than anything else, and pushed back instinctively. He smirked at your neediness, and after getting comfortable enough, he firmly held your hips and began to devour you.
His tongue on your tits had been wonderful, but this was delightful. It wasn't just the maddening sensation of Silco's tongue, which slipped between your lips and into you as if he wanted to meet each corner in your body, each of your needs; it was also the position, the whole situation. Oh, you surely looked like a whore, grasping your father's desk for dear life as you stood almost fully naked, tits still wet with his saliva, a man twice your age kneeling behind you, face between your ass cheeks, eating you out as if you were the most delicious meal he had ever tasted.
You were going to go mad. Each time Silco entered your body a moan escaped your mouth, and each time he lowered to make your clit dance on his tongue, he made you tremble. The noises you made grew uncontrollably, louder and more desperate, like your movements. Your hips battled Silco's hands to shake against his mouth. At some point he spanked you, perhaps believing the pain would cause you to stop, or perhaps knowing it would turn you on even more.
You were close. You felt your cunt tighten and loosen rapidly, your belly winding, knees threatening to bend. Silco somehow managed to capture your clit in his lips, harshly sucking it, which sped you to your orgasm —But it were his fingers what did it: He had suddenly pushed three, three fingers inside her, tongue still all over your pearl.
Eyes went blank, mouth opened in a soundless scream, everything under your waist spasming and freeing your very first orgasm to the hands of another person. White noise filled your ears for a couple seconds, nothing existing beyond the pleasure of cumming and the gentle sting of overstimulation as Silco slowly moved his fingers inside you, helping you to ride the last waves of your climax. You faintly heard him say something, words making sense barely.
“…let go, yes… Oh, you're going to take me so well…”
When your body finally ended, Silco stood. You managed to look over your shoulder, meeting his heterochromatic eyes. His chin was shining with your release, and for whatever deep perversity you wished to lick him clean of it. Silco smiled, as if he knew, thought he didn't comment on it as he was too occupied undoing his trousers. They finally pooled at his boots, and you lowered your gaze, mind escaping its post-orgasmic stupor to take a good look at that. It was the first time you've seen a real cock, and it was amazing how quickly you got wet again by just looking at it.
Silco took his cock, thumb spreading the pre-cum all over its head. He mumbled something about that not being needed, about you being soaked enough for him. He caressed your waist, your hips, and pushed his cock in-between your ass. You groaned, being pushed until your belly was against the desk. Silco placed his hand between your shoulder blades, indicating you to lay down, the desk's cold glass giving you goosebumps when your tits pressed against it.
“If you're in any pain, do tell me”, Silco added, lowering the head of his cock until it was against your warm pussy. You bit your lip again, shaky with anticipation, head resting against the desk. You looked back at Silco, hovering over you like a predator, waiting for your permission.
“Fuck me however you want, Silco”, you murmured, needy for pleasure, anxious to feel his cock ruin you. Your statement seemed to surprise the man, and it pleased him too. A hand next to your head held his weight, the other digging its nails in the fat of your hip.
“We'll see if you take that back, Prudence”, he warned, and at last pushed inside.
You always thought it would be painful and slow and uncomfortable. You thought your partner would have to hold your hand when he got inside, that you would cry and there would be blood —But there was none of that at all. The movement was swift, gentle, natural, as if he had always belonged inside you. The sensation of being so full was new and pleasurable like nothing before. Your cunt squeezed Silco, and his cock throbbed against your walls. You had no idea if he was seated fully inside, if he was deep enough, or if you would indeed repent all of this; the only thing you were certain of was that you desperately needed Silco to fuck you like the woman you wanted to be for him.
As if reading your mind, aster a moment of just enjoying sitting inside you, Silco started to move. The way your body expanded again and again was short of ecstatic, and soon you were in a sea of gasps and moans and groans and pleasure. Silco pushed away, straightening his back, holding your hips whilst he relentlessly fucked you; instead, you flushed closer to the desk, pushing back and meeting Silco's thrusts.
“You're fucking sucking me in”, Silco growled. He let go of your flesh to strike your ass again, no doubt remembering your last reaction to it. It was a harder spank, and it was followed by another, and another, and then Silco pulled at your hair again, painfully raising your body and forcing you to stare to the door. There was a small mirror on its upper half, and you could partially look at Silco's face through it. There was a grin on his mouth, something between a smile and a caged groan, and expression so feral your eyes turned white and you moved faster.
“Use your fucking voice, Prudence”, ordered in a roar Silco, pulling your hair harder. You felt a tear run down your cheek.
“Yes!”, you exclaimed, voice high-pitched and needy. Your body could only react to his stimulation, mind unable to focus on anything but his cock fucking into your cunt, rendering you a full-on slut. “I-I want —ah! I need you to f-fuck me forever, daddy—!”.
Silco howled a laugh.
“'Daddy', huh?”, he teased, releasing your hair and spanking you again, earning a loud, messy cry of pleasure. “Good little girl wants Daddy to fuck her more, ain't that right? Well, don't worry your little head… Daddy's here”.
You didn't know you would like that so much, but fuck it, you loved it. You liked it so much you almost came, your voice growing a mind of its own and begging Silco for more. In the distance, somewhere, you could hear yourself pleading to be fucked harder, faster, deeper. Silco of course obliged, almost fully pulling out just to violently thrust in all the way to your cervix, the slapping of skin louder, the squishing of fluids joining the melody.
Either you were both in the same wavelength of dirtiness, or somehow Silco deciphered what you liked, for his mouth didn't stop after that. He flattered you, admitting he loved your body, confessing he wanted to 'deflower' you as soon as he laid eyes on you, stating his cock felt oh so good inside your virgin cunt; and then he denigrated you, pointing out you thought of yourself as a princess yet in reality you were hardly more than his whore, saying you would always belong to him now, and promising your pretty pussy would only ever feel pleasured by his cock.
And you drank it all, delighted, agreeing with him and calling 'daddy' at every chance you got. You had never cared for your status, nor your family's name, nor any of Piltover's standards; and now, after having a taste of this, of him, you couldn't care for anything else. The only thing you thought of was him, fucking you like this over and over again, everywhere he could.
Silco stopped abruptly, pulling out just to spin you around, your ass hitting the now-warm glass of the desk. In a second he was back inside you, fucking you at an almost animalistic speed, one hand on your neck, the other pinching your tits.
“Is this what you wanted? For me to 'fuck you however I wanted'?”, he asked, almost breathless. His hair was all over his forehead, pupils wide, a light layer of sweat shining on his pale skin.
“Yeah!”, you shouted, more tears running down your cheeks. You knew your makeup was ruined, as well as your hair, and also every other part of you. You tangled your legs around Silco's waist, as if inviting him to come even closer, like you never wanted him to part. One arm went around his shoulders, one hand went to join his own on your tits. He moaned at the sight, faintly pressing on your neck, just enough to make your breathing a tad more difficult.
“That's right, act like the bitch you are”, he growled, somehow growing even wilder on his thrusts. You felt like your insides were being pushed around, and the soft bulge on your belly indicated that was probably right. “Play with your titties, little girl. Use both hands”.
You did, of course. You grasped your breasts together and bounced them to the rhythm of your bodies, giving him a real show. Silco grinned widely, and soon his now free hand trailed down to your cunt. Two fingers pressed your clit like a button, earning himself a yell and a bunch of blasphemies. You squeezed shut your eyes, the knot on your belly almost snapping.
“Imma cum”, you somehow blurted out, dumbly, thumbing your nipples. His fingers pressed harder, hips sinking deeper, hand strangling tighter.
“Go on, cum on my cock, my sweet little Prue. Cum and I'll knock you up with my child”, he said, leaving alone your throat for a second, just enough to loosen his tie and allow him to breathe easier. Once done, it returned to your neck, holding more than choking. Your eyes rolled into your skull at the smallest display of more of his skin.
“I want your cum, Daddy! Please, please!”, you begged, body shaking, white filling every sense.
“Tell me you're mine”, he gasped. You could feel the maddening throb of his cock against your gummy walls, and using the very last of your strength, you willed yourself to look him in the eyes.
“I am yours”.
You orgasmed when you felt Silco, indeed, filled your insides. You weren't even aware it was possible to actually feel him cumming, feel his warm seed painting your walls, so much it even spilled out. That you didn't notice, though, for your own climax hit you so blindingly hard your body short-circuited for a while. You felt your cunt spasm and your legs capture Silco against you, nails digging in your own tits, scream muffled only by Silco's sudden pressure on your windpipe.
Everything was bright. It was like heaven. Perhaps you had died.
You didn't, of course.
When the orgasm died and the calm washed over you, you found yourself holding Silco close to you, the man resting with both palms against the desk below you, face buried in your neck. He was tired, perhaps even more than you.
You stayed tangled in each other for a while, enjoying the afterglow, trying to catch back your breath. Finally it was you who moved first, holding Silco's shoulders and pushing him back. He looked at you tiredly, and then he kissed you. It had no passion nor urge, just… the need to do it. The desire to. You kissed him back, and you continued for a couple more minutes before Silco pointed out he shouldn't abuse his luck any more than he already had. You agreed.
The man helped you redress after he cleaned himself with some tissues you passed him. He tried to clean you too, but you denied saying it would be much easier to just take a shower. Silco, then, jokingly proposed to help you in the shower, and surprisingly for you two, you answered you'd love to take his offer.
“Perhaps next time”, he replied, fixing your hair. You smiled shyly, realizing you really did like him, wanted to know more of who he was. Dating was kind of a strong word for now, but only time would tell. You returned the favour of fixing his hair, pulling back the wayward locks.
“You think we… uh, we'll one day… I-I mean—”
Silco silenced you with a peck to your lips, gently placing a digit on them when he parted. From the pocket of his vest he took out a business card, which he gave you. He pointed at the number behind it.
“I'll be waiting for your call”, he said, cupping your face. You pressed against his hand. “Whenever you want, for whatever you want. Even if it's just to have dinner”.
“Is that a date?”.
“It is everything you want it to be”.
A little later, when you made sure every little thing in the office was normal and clean and unsuspicious, you both returned to the meeting outside. Neither of you knew how long it had been, but judging by no one looking for them, it shouldn't have been much time.
Silco bid farewell with a kiss on the back of your hand, offering an apology if he had gone too far with the physical assault on your body. You laughed it off and say it was okay, that you liked it after all. He simply smiled and returned to his original place in the room, to his boring business stuff. You glanced at him a little more, still excited by all what had transpired between you, legs still a bit shaky.
Quietly, you went upstairs. You really did need to bathe, the feeling of your ruined-beyond-belief panties growing really unbearable.
When you walked pass your sister's room, you glanced at the parted door out of sheer habit. Inside you recognized the fiery hair of your sister, as well as the broad back of Sevika. You smirked, thinking of how disappointed your sister's suitors would feel. You also thought of having over Sevika —and by extension, Silco too— again, since your sister would surely pester Father to invite them to dinner more frequently.
Next time, perhaps, you could also show Silco your own room.