The dimming light filtering through Professor Dianna's window suddenly jarred me back to reality. The sun was about to set. "I need to get back to my dorm," I told her, reluctantly stirring.
She tightened her embrace, her fingers digging into my back, pulling me flush against her naked body. A soft, desperate whine escaped her lips, vibrating against my chest. Her head tilted back, pale blue eyes, still glazed with passion, locking onto mine. "Stay," she commanded, her voice a low, husky murmur that brooked no argument, a silken chain wrapping around my will. "Stay with me, Void Prince. Just a little longer. Forever, if I had my way." And before I could respond, her lips were on mine again, a fierce, hungry kiss that quickly deepened, her tongue already seeking mine, trying to drown out my resolve, to make me forget everything but her.
"I can't," I insisted, my voice muffled against her mouth, the memory of Yue's warning about the shifting Dolorian gate flashing in my mind. "I'll get lost if I head back after sundown."
She pulled back just enough to let me speak, but her grip remained firm, her eyes still holding that wild, possessive glint. A sweet, almost predatory smile touched her lips, a hint of mischief that made my stomach clench. "Are you sure, my love?" she purred, her thumb tracing the line of my jaw, sending shivers through me. "Perhaps being lost with me wouldn't be so bad. I could keep you here, you know. Make you my personal plaything." She leaned in, her breath warm against my ear, whispering, "I could make you forget all about your dorm, all about time itself, and just exist for my pleasure."
"Alright," she conceded, though her eyes held a hint of profound disappointment, a subtle tightening around them. "But promise me you'll visit once in a while. Promise you'll come back to me."
I leaned in and kissed her. "I will," I whispered, the words coming naturally. "Because I love you."
She pouted then, a surprisingly endearing expression, yet her eyes still held a demanding, almost desperate glint. "Don't say that now, Void Prince," she murmured, clutching me tighter, her nails lightly scratching my back, her voice a low, raw plea. "I don't want you to leave. Not yet. I want you here, with me, always. Don't you understand? You're mine, now." Her body pressed even closer, a silent, aggressive command, trying to physically bind me to her.
Despite her plea, she gently guided me towards the bathroom. The bathroom door, a sleek panel of polished dark wood, stood ajar, revealing a glimpse of gleaming white tiles and the soft glow of concealed lighting. As we walked, her naked body moved with a fluid grace beside me, every curve of her hips, the subtle sway of her firm, small breasts, the tautness of her flat belly—all of it was on full display, a mesmerizing vision. Gods, she's even more stunning naked, I thought, a fresh wave of intense arousal washing over me, my gaze lingering, unable to tear away from the sight of my professor, utterly uninhibited, her charming smile back in place.
I noticed her hair was now tied up, a simple yet elegant style, pulled back from her face. To my surprise, the sight of her neck, exposed and vulnerable, and the way her hair was neatly contained, made me even more intensely aroused. Her eyes, filled with playful mischief, dropped to my still-hard erection, a knowing smirk spreading across her lips. She had seen. She knew. "Oh, still so eager, Void Prince?" she purred, her voice a low, throaty rumble of amusement and desire, her fingers tracing a teasing line down my side. "Good. I thought you might be. You like girls who tie their hair, don't you? Does it make you think of... other things? Other women who might tie their hair for you? Don't worry, I can make you forget them all." She smiled, then reached out and took me in her hand, her touch sending a jolt through me, her thumb stroking lightly, deliberately.
"So, you like girls who tie their hair, don't you?" she teased, her voice a low purr as we stepped into the shower, the warm water instantly enveloping us. The shower itself was a spacious enclosure, framed by frosted glass, with a large rain-head nozzle that poured down a thick, luxurious stream of water. Steam immediately billowed around us, clouding the air with a humid warmth. Dianna, her eyes still sparkling with that wild, predatory mischief, lifted one leg, wrapping it around me, her body pressing flush against mine. "Come on, Void Prince," she whispered fiercely, her voice a raw, desperate gasp as she expertly guided me inside her once more, the soap making our bodies slick and gliding against each other. "Faster! Harder! Make me scream!" She moaned loudly, a raw, guttural cry of pleasure echoing in the steamy confines of the shower, her hips already grinding with a renewed, aggressive rhythm. Her nails, sharp and insistent, lightly scratched my back as she urged me deeper, her breath coming in desperate, ragged gasps. She bit down on my shoulder, a sharp, thrilling nip that made me gasp, then pulled my head to hers, her mouth devouring mine, her tongue a relentless, conquering force.
"To the bed, Void Prince!" she commanded, her voice a breathless, urgent whisper, her eyes wide and demanding. "Now!"
I picked her up, my erection still firmly inside her, and carried her to her bed. She wrapped her legs tighter around my waist, her nails digging into my sides, her head thrown back, a low, continuous moan rumbling in her throat. Her eyes, half-lidded with pure bliss, watched me, a possessive glint in their depths. "Good boy," she purred, her voice a silken thread, "You listen well." I continued to thrust, shifting our positions, exploring every angle until, by the time midnight arrived, we were both utterly exhausted. I collapsed beside her, pulling her close. She lay on top of me, her breathing soft and even, her face serene in sleep.
I gently ran my hand through her now loose hair, a profound sense of contentment washing over me. I can't believe a forty-year-old lady can be this cute, this wild, this utterly captivating, I thought, a soft smile gracing my lips as I drifted off to sleep, her body a comforting weight against mine. My mind, even in its exhaustion, drifted to my own family. I remembered Aunt Allana, her boisterous laughter and the way her big breasts strained against her shirt whenever she hugged her husband, Houru, during their affectionate kisses. And then Aunt Valerie, quiet and intellectual, but sometimes, during our late-night studies, she'd wear a translucent Drakarian nightgown, her slender figure subtly revealed beneath the sheer fabric, a vision of unexpected, ethereal beauty. The memory, usually just a distant image, now sparked a fresh, undeniable wave of arousal, a connection between their mature beauty and the thrilling passion I'd just experienced with Dianna. It seemed my appreciation for women, in all their forms and ages, was truly boundless.