Incest Seeds of Sin

[Sengolan]

She dug her heels into his lower back, dragging him closer. "You bastard." The insult lost all bite when she moaned as he pressed two fingers inside her, curling them just right.

The overhead fan creaked as it spun, casting flickering shadows over Gayathri's flushed skin. Ravi watched her breasts rise and fall with each ragged breath, the starched white blouse now translucent with sweat. "You're overdressed for this lesson." He tugged the buttons open one by one with his teeth, the fabric parting to reveal the lace bra beneath—pink, like the panties now dangling from one ankle.

Gayathri's nails scbangd down his shoulders when he replaced his fingers with his cock, sinking into her with one slow thrust. "Fuck—*anna*—" The honorific cracked like a whip between them, her hips jerking to take him deeper.

Ravi braced one hand beside her head, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. "Say it again."

She rolled the word like candy on her tongue—"Annaaaa"—drawing it out until it curled into a moan as he snapped his hips forward. The desk shuddered beneath them, scattering pens onto the linoleum.

A drop of sweat trailed down Gayathri's temple as she arched her back, her braid unraveling across the scratched desktop. "What if—oh god—someone hears?" Her whisper broke when he angled deeper, hitting that sweet spot that made her toes curl.

"Let them." Ravi caught her earlobe between his teeth, grinning at her shiver. "Maybe they'll learn something too." He punctuated the words with sharp thrusts, the slap of skin echoing off the empty classroom walls.

Gayathri's laughter dissolved into a gasp when he suddenly lifted her legs over his shoulders, bending her nearly double. The new angle had her clawing at the desk's edge, her moans climbing higher with each stroke. "I can't—*please*—"

Ravi slowed just enough to watch her frustration build, her hips chasing his retreat. "Can't what?" He dragged his thumb through her slickness, smearing it over her clit in slow circles. "Use your words, little scholar."

Her whimper was almost petulant. "You know what."

"Do I?" He withdrew completely, ignoring her frustrated groan. When she reached for him, he caught her wrists and pinned them above her head. The movement stretched her blouse taut over her breasts, her nipples pebbled against the damp fabric. "Tell me."

Gayathri's breath hitched as his free hand traced the lace trim of her bra. "Teach me how to—" She bit her lip when his fingers dipped beneath the cup, rolling her nipple. "*How to please you.*"


Ravi's chuckle was dark. "You're doing just fine." He released her wrists to unclasp the bra, the fabric falling away to reveal flushed skin. "But since you asked so nicely..." He leaned down, swirling his tongue around one peaked nipple while his fingers found her clit again. Gayathri's back arched off the desk, her thighs clamping around his waist.


The overhead fan sputtered, sending a draft over their sweat-slicked skin. Ravi dragged his mouth lower, tracing the quiver of her stomach with his tongue. When he reached the apex of her thighs, he blew lightly over her swollen flesh, watching her hips jerk in response. "Lesson one," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. "Patience."


She made a sound halfway between a groan and a laugh. "You're the worst teacher."


"And yet," he said, dragging his teeth along sensitive skin, "you keep coming back for more." His tongue delved between her folds without warning, licking a broad stripe that had her fists slamming against the desktop. The sharp crack of wood echoed through the room.


Gayathri's braid unraveled completely, dark strands sticking to her flushed cheeks as she panted. "Cheating—*oh god*—that's cheating—" Her protest dissolved into a moan when he sucked her clit between his lips, fingers plunging deep in tandem. The desk creaked dangerously as her back arched, heels digging into his shoulders.


Ravi pulled back just enough to watch her face—eyes squeezed shut, lips parted on ragged breaths. "Look at me." When she didn't obey immediately, he nipped at her inner thigh. "Look at me when I make you come."


Her lashes fluttered open, pupils blown wide with pleasure. The moment their gazes locked, he crooked his fingers inside her and pressed down hard with his thumb. Gayathri's mouth fell open in a silent scream, her body bowing off the desk as her climax ripped through her. He rode it out with slow, deliberate strokes, drinking in every twitch and shudder.


When she finally went limp, Ravi kissed his way up her trembling body, pausing to lave attention at each nipple. "Still think I'm a bad teacher?" He bit down gently on the peak, grinning when she gasped.


Gayathri shoved at his shoulders with weak hands. "You're insufferable." But her hips arched when he ground against her, his cock slick between her thighs.


"Insatiable," he corrected, catching her wrists and pinning them above her head again. "There's a difference." He notched himself at her entrance, watching her breath hitch. "Ready for lesson two?"


She rolled her eyes—or tried to, anyway. The effect was ruined when he pushed in halfway and her whole body tensed. "W-Wait—"


Ravi stilled, thumb brushing her clit in soothing circles. "Too much?"


Gayathri shook her head, dark hair sticking to her flushed cheeks. "Just...go slow." Her voice cracked on the last word, fingers flexing against his grip.


He obeyed, sinking deeper inch by torturous inch, until their hips met. The desk creaked ominously beneath them. "Better?"


She nodded, exhaling shakily. Then her lips curved in that familiar, wicked smile. "Now ruin me."


The challenge in her eyes was all the permission he needed. Ravi withdrew almost completely before slamming back in, drawing a sharp cry from her lips. "Like that?" He punctuated each word with another punishing thrust, the desk rattling against the wall.


Gayathri's braid whipped against the desktop as she tossed her head back, her legs wrapping tighter around his waist. "Y-Yes—*fuck*—anna, just like—" Her words dissolved into a moan when he angled his hips sharply, hitting that spot that made her toes curl.


Ravi grinned down at her—at the way her blouse gaped open, her flushed skin gleaming with sweat, her lips swollen from biting them. "You're a quick learner," he murmured, leaning down to capture one taut nipple between his teeth. Her answering gasp vibrated through him.


The scent of her arousal mingled with chalk dust and the faint metallic tang of the old radiator. Gayathri's fingers scrambled for purchase on the slick desktop, her nails leaving crescent marks in the laminate. "H-Harder," she demanded, her voice breaking on the word.


Ravi obliged, lifting her hips higher to deepen each stroke. The new angle had her seeing stars—he could tell by the way her eyelids fluttered, the way her mouth fell open in silent pleasure. When he slid a hand between them to rub tight circles on her clit, her whole body seized up. "Oh god—*anna*—I'm gonna—"


He swallowed her cry with a rough kiss, his tongue mimicking the thrusts of his hips. Gayathri came with a shudder, her inner walls fluttering around him in rhythmic pulses. Ravi chased his own release with sharp, erratic movements, his grip bruising on her hips.