Illicit Interlude
An interlude set in the universe of "Illicit." You don't need to have read this to know what's going on, as this is basically Porn Without Plot. The only thing you do need to know is that Rose Wilson is ten or so years older and has taken a teenaged Mar'i Grayson (daughter of Nightwing and Starfire in Kingdom Come) as her lover.
Title: Ravaging the Stars
Disclaimer: DC's, not mine.
Feedback: Appreciated, very appreciated.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Rose Wilson/Mar'i Grayson
Kinks: Spanking, teacher/student RP
A white-haired woman, looking to be in her late twenties with a patch over her left eye, sat at her desk. She was waiting for her student, one Mar’i Grayson. The girl had not been performing well in her class and even worse, she was tempting the boys. She had deliberately gotten the smallest uniform she could squeeze into and it showed in the way the shirt strained to contain her full breasts and in how the skirt barely covered even a third of her thighs. Oh, yes, Mar’i Grayson was trouble and she had to be disciplined.
Speak of the she-devil, the woman, none other than Rose Wilson, thought as the subject of her thoughts entered her classroom.
“You wanted to see me?” Mar’i asked, her voice mellifluous in timbre.
Rose observed Mar’i for a long moment. The younger girl was quite tall, just over six feet, and built more like a woman than a girl. Black hair cascaded down her back in waves that just barely stopped at her knees. Completely green eyes, without irises or pupils, stared out from a delicate-featured, highly expressive face. Full lips were just slightly parted, as though awaiting a kiss.
Rose’s blue eye drifted lower, moving to Mar’i’s bust, which strained against the buttoned shirt that was part of her uniform. In fact, the top and bottom buttons were undone, exposing significant cleavage and a flat, toned golden stomach. Rose’s eye moved even lower, noting the long golden legs that extended from beneath the outrageously tiny skirt Mar’i wore. She also observed how the skirt clung to Mar’i’s flared hips.
“Yes, I did want to see you,” Rose replied.
“I’m here,” Mar’i said. “Why?”
“Your grades have not been as exemplary as they could be,” Rose replied. “In fact, you are getting closer and closer to failing this class. I don’t think it’s because you’re stupid; you’re far from that when you do bother to pay attention. I just think you need a little discipline . . . and I’m the one to provide it to you.”
“Discipline?” Mar’i asked.
“Yes,” Rose replied. “A more hands-on kind, since nothing else will probably work on someone as willful as you.” She rose from the desk chair and looked up at Mar’i. “I want you to place your hands on the front of my desk and bend over.”
“For?” Mar’i questioned.
“Discipline,” Rose answered calmly, although her eye betrayed the desire boiling within her veins.
Mar’i looked into that eye and felt herself grow wet beneath that stare. She obeyed Rose, placing her hands on the desk and bending over, sticking out her toned, shapely backside. Rose moved behind her, pausing to move Mar’i’s hair to the side so she could get an unobstructed view of the teenager’s derriere. She palmed Mar’i’s backside, stroking it gently.
“You like my ass, do you?” Mar’i commented silkily, wiggling said ass teasingly.
Rose’s response was to push Mar’i’s skirt up to expose her panty-less behind. “No panties,” she observed, reaching under to find Mar’i’s already-damp sex. “I’ve barely touched you and you’re already ready to cream. Time for your discipline.”
Then Rose removed her hand from Mar’i’s womanhood and used it to slap one firm, full buttock. “There’s 39 more after that. I want you to count this one, and I’ll spank you ten times for each count that you miss.”
“One,” Mar’i uttered.
Rose spanked Mar’i’s other cheek. “Two,” Mar’i counted. “Three . . . four . . . five . . . six . . . seven . . . eight . . . nine . . . ten . . . eleven . . . twelve . . . thirteen . . . fourteen . . .”
“That was actually fifteen,” Rose amended, spanking Mar’i ten more times in rapid succession. “Now try again.”
“Sixteen . . . seventeen . . . eighteen . . . nineteen . . . twenty . . . twenty-one . . . twenty-two . . . twenty-three . . . twenty-four . . . twenty-five . . .”
“Twenty-four,” Rose amended, spanking Mar’i ten more times in rapid succession. She smirked. “If I didn’t know better, I’d swear you wanted to prolong your spanking.”
“Bestrafe mich,” Mar’i answered, looking over at Rose with a sensual smile.
“‘Punish me,’” Rose translated. “If that’s what you want, that’s what you’ll get, you minx.”
“Twenty-five . . . twenty-six . . . twenty-eight . . . twenty-nine . . . thirty . . . thirty-one . . . thirty-two . . . thirty-three . . . thirty-four . . . thirty-five . . . thirty-six . . . thirty-seven . . .”
“Thirty-eight,” Rose counted, “but we’re almost done anyway. Still, I have to punish you for miscounting.” Once again, she spanked Mar’i ten more times in quick succession.
“Thirty-nine . . . forty . . .” Mar’i finished.
Rose observed her handiwork. Mar’i’s golden buns were colored pinkish-red from the spanking and she probably had to have felt that, given her advanced tactile sense. She smiled; now it was time to kiss it all better, and so she did. She kneeled before Mar’i and kissed and caressed the younger female’s sore buttocks. She was gratified to hear Mar’i’s moans of pleasure from her treatment, and even more so by the way Mar’i eventually began to grind her delectable derriere against Rose’s face.
Rose moved lower, swiping her tongue at Mar’i’s ever-moistening core. Mar’i let out a loud cry that might have been heard if there was anyone within earshot. Rose continued her oratory work on Mar’i’s core, making the teenager squirm and moan and whimper. The white-haired woman felt herself growing ever more aroused by the noises Mar’i was making and unzipped the slacks of her pantsuit to caress that swollen bundle of nerves that was demanding her attention.
It would not take long for Mar’i to reach climax; she had already been prepared for it by Rose’s spanking and now she was rapidly soaring toward that peak. Rose was simply helping her along with careful and deliberate lashes of her tongue on Mar’i’s sex. One of those lashes struck Mar’i’s own bundle of nerves, eliciting a near-scream from the golden girl. Rose fastened her lips around Mar’i’s jewel and sucked and licked it while sliding her finger inside the girl’s sex.
“Ahhh . . . ohhh . . . Miss Wilson . . . I . . .” Mar’i moaned, crying out in ecstasy as she climaxed. Below her, Rose eagerly drank up Mar’i’s orgasmic juices, finding herself liking the taste a lot. It certainly tasted different from her last female lover, in that way that was almost too sweet to be natural. It wasn’t sugar-sweet; it was more like the sweetness bees probably tasted when they got at flower nectar and made it into honey.
Once Rose had had her fill, she rose to her feet and turned Mar’i around to kiss her, allowing the golden girl to taste herself on her teacher and lover’s lips. Mar’i kissed her back, moaning from the taste of her own juices on Rose’s mouth. She slid her tongue into Rose’s mouth, wanting to taste herself some more.
Rose eventually pulled away from the kiss, smiling warmly at Mar’i. “Will you work harder now?”
“If you’re willing to help me,” Mar’i answered.
“Oh, I think I can manage that,” Rose replied with a chuckle, “but first, you have to help me . . .”
“I think I know what you mean,” Mar’i said, changing their positions so that Rose had her back to the desk and Mar’i was standing in front of her. She pulled down Rose’s pants and Rose managed to kick them off her body despite her shoes. She gazed upon Rose’s naked sex, the lips swollen and awaiting her mouth. Well, who was she to deny her lover what she wanted?
Title: Ravaging the Stars
Disclaimer: DC's, not mine.
Feedback: Appreciated, very appreciated.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Rose Wilson/Mar'i Grayson
Kinks: Spanking, teacher/student RP
A white-haired woman, looking to be in her late twenties with a patch over her left eye, sat at her desk. She was waiting for her student, one Mar’i Grayson. The girl had not been performing well in her class and even worse, she was tempting the boys. She had deliberately gotten the smallest uniform she could squeeze into and it showed in the way the shirt strained to contain her full breasts and in how the skirt barely covered even a third of her thighs. Oh, yes, Mar’i Grayson was trouble and she had to be disciplined.
Speak of the she-devil, the woman, none other than Rose Wilson, thought as the subject of her thoughts entered her classroom.
“You wanted to see me?” Mar’i asked, her voice mellifluous in timbre.
Rose observed Mar’i for a long moment. The younger girl was quite tall, just over six feet, and built more like a woman than a girl. Black hair cascaded down her back in waves that just barely stopped at her knees. Completely green eyes, without irises or pupils, stared out from a delicate-featured, highly expressive face. Full lips were just slightly parted, as though awaiting a kiss.
Rose’s blue eye drifted lower, moving to Mar’i’s bust, which strained against the buttoned shirt that was part of her uniform. In fact, the top and bottom buttons were undone, exposing significant cleavage and a flat, toned golden stomach. Rose’s eye moved even lower, noting the long golden legs that extended from beneath the outrageously tiny skirt Mar’i wore. She also observed how the skirt clung to Mar’i’s flared hips.
“Yes, I did want to see you,” Rose replied.
“I’m here,” Mar’i said. “Why?”
“Your grades have not been as exemplary as they could be,” Rose replied. “In fact, you are getting closer and closer to failing this class. I don’t think it’s because you’re stupid; you’re far from that when you do bother to pay attention. I just think you need a little discipline . . . and I’m the one to provide it to you.”
“Discipline?” Mar’i asked.
“Yes,” Rose replied. “A more hands-on kind, since nothing else will probably work on someone as willful as you.” She rose from the desk chair and looked up at Mar’i. “I want you to place your hands on the front of my desk and bend over.”
“For?” Mar’i questioned.
“Discipline,” Rose answered calmly, although her eye betrayed the desire boiling within her veins.
Mar’i looked into that eye and felt herself grow wet beneath that stare. She obeyed Rose, placing her hands on the desk and bending over, sticking out her toned, shapely backside. Rose moved behind her, pausing to move Mar’i’s hair to the side so she could get an unobstructed view of the teenager’s derriere. She palmed Mar’i’s backside, stroking it gently.
“You like my ass, do you?” Mar’i commented silkily, wiggling said ass teasingly.
Rose’s response was to push Mar’i’s skirt up to expose her panty-less behind. “No panties,” she observed, reaching under to find Mar’i’s already-damp sex. “I’ve barely touched you and you’re already ready to cream. Time for your discipline.”
Then Rose removed her hand from Mar’i’s womanhood and used it to slap one firm, full buttock. “There’s 39 more after that. I want you to count this one, and I’ll spank you ten times for each count that you miss.”
“One,” Mar’i uttered.
Rose spanked Mar’i’s other cheek. “Two,” Mar’i counted. “Three . . . four . . . five . . . six . . . seven . . . eight . . . nine . . . ten . . . eleven . . . twelve . . . thirteen . . . fourteen . . .”
“That was actually fifteen,” Rose amended, spanking Mar’i ten more times in rapid succession. “Now try again.”
“Sixteen . . . seventeen . . . eighteen . . . nineteen . . . twenty . . . twenty-one . . . twenty-two . . . twenty-three . . . twenty-four . . . twenty-five . . .”
“Twenty-four,” Rose amended, spanking Mar’i ten more times in rapid succession. She smirked. “If I didn’t know better, I’d swear you wanted to prolong your spanking.”
“Bestrafe mich,” Mar’i answered, looking over at Rose with a sensual smile.
“‘Punish me,’” Rose translated. “If that’s what you want, that’s what you’ll get, you minx.”
“Twenty-five . . . twenty-six . . . twenty-eight . . . twenty-nine . . . thirty . . . thirty-one . . . thirty-two . . . thirty-three . . . thirty-four . . . thirty-five . . . thirty-six . . . thirty-seven . . .”
“Thirty-eight,” Rose counted, “but we’re almost done anyway. Still, I have to punish you for miscounting.” Once again, she spanked Mar’i ten more times in quick succession.
“Thirty-nine . . . forty . . .” Mar’i finished.
Rose observed her handiwork. Mar’i’s golden buns were colored pinkish-red from the spanking and she probably had to have felt that, given her advanced tactile sense. She smiled; now it was time to kiss it all better, and so she did. She kneeled before Mar’i and kissed and caressed the younger female’s sore buttocks. She was gratified to hear Mar’i’s moans of pleasure from her treatment, and even more so by the way Mar’i eventually began to grind her delectable derriere against Rose’s face.
Rose moved lower, swiping her tongue at Mar’i’s ever-moistening core. Mar’i let out a loud cry that might have been heard if there was anyone within earshot. Rose continued her oratory work on Mar’i’s core, making the teenager squirm and moan and whimper. The white-haired woman felt herself growing ever more aroused by the noises Mar’i was making and unzipped the slacks of her pantsuit to caress that swollen bundle of nerves that was demanding her attention.
It would not take long for Mar’i to reach climax; she had already been prepared for it by Rose’s spanking and now she was rapidly soaring toward that peak. Rose was simply helping her along with careful and deliberate lashes of her tongue on Mar’i’s sex. One of those lashes struck Mar’i’s own bundle of nerves, eliciting a near-scream from the golden girl. Rose fastened her lips around Mar’i’s jewel and sucked and licked it while sliding her finger inside the girl’s sex.
“Ahhh . . . ohhh . . . Miss Wilson . . . I . . .” Mar’i moaned, crying out in ecstasy as she climaxed. Below her, Rose eagerly drank up Mar’i’s orgasmic juices, finding herself liking the taste a lot. It certainly tasted different from her last female lover, in that way that was almost too sweet to be natural. It wasn’t sugar-sweet; it was more like the sweetness bees probably tasted when they got at flower nectar and made it into honey.
Once Rose had had her fill, she rose to her feet and turned Mar’i around to kiss her, allowing the golden girl to taste herself on her teacher and lover’s lips. Mar’i kissed her back, moaning from the taste of her own juices on Rose’s mouth. She slid her tongue into Rose’s mouth, wanting to taste herself some more.
Rose eventually pulled away from the kiss, smiling warmly at Mar’i. “Will you work harder now?”
“If you’re willing to help me,” Mar’i answered.
“Oh, I think I can manage that,” Rose replied with a chuckle, “but first, you have to help me . . .”
“I think I know what you mean,” Mar’i said, changing their positions so that Rose had her back to the desk and Mar’i was standing in front of her. She pulled down Rose’s pants and Rose managed to kick them off her body despite her shoes. She gazed upon Rose’s naked sex, the lips swollen and awaiting her mouth. Well, who was she to deny her lover what she wanted?