MilksopAug 30, 2017Aug 30, 2017 at 11:03 PM
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Born from the sinful carnal instincts of a simple whore and the wicked sailor that fathered me, my soul has always carried a sort of undertone of corruption. One that no amount of schooling or lessons in the mannerisms of a gentleman could ever quite cure. I am composed of cheap thrills and vices, a wicked concoction of immorality concealed under the guise of a superficial beauty. I am a slave to my own debauchery, perversion runs in my veins and fills me with such euphoria.
There is not a specific moment I can pinpoint in which the lustful fire of desire grew from embers and into the flames that engulfed the both of us. A lingering glance here and there, the odd rest of my hand on her shoulder when I looked over her work, it didn't take her very long to start finding excuses to stay after class. How amusing it was to see her positively squirm with one look, she ached for my attention, for my touch.
She was by no means unattractive, in fact, she caught the eye of many. There were few times I saw her on her own, save in my company. Often there would be a male student attached to her hip, vying for her affections. I found myself watching such interactions, listening in. Rubbing a simple, silver locket on a chain, a nervous habit of her's, she spoke of loving another. How absolutely amusing it was to see the faces of the young men fall.
My pet was not one for patience as she often tried to corner me with suggestive conversation. I let her pretend she had the upper hand and made a point of playing the part of a stuttering fool. It made her smile.
If she only knew how many there had been before her.
I took her for the first time upon my desk, papers scattered and pots of ink spilled. Her mage's robes did little to hide her voluptuous curves. Apparently I was her first as tears were shed when I entered her as she had begged time and time before. It was truly endearing to see her writhe beneath me, to witness the mask of confidence break once she realized she was no longer in control. Not that she ever was.
I was her first love and she was my favorite, favorite hobby.
She looked to me as if I was the very moon and stars.The mer she was convinced that was going to dote on her and ask for her hand in marriage. It was sweet in a childlike sense and I was the charming, witty lover, nourishing such wistful daydreams. No doubt our relationship with one another was scandalous, but I assured her that the very day she graduated from the college was the day I would sweep her off her feet to Mara's shine.
She never did graduate.
No, I was caught making eyes at another and playing the same tricks that had drawn her to me like a moth to the flame.
It is for this reason, I'm convinced, that she stopped taking the potions to hold off a pregnancy.
How excited she was to come to me with the news, cheeks rosy and starry-eyed with the sickeningly sweet love she held for me.
I laughed.
I laughed and wished her the best of luck caring for our spawn for I would not be around to witness the wreck. There was never a more heartbreaking sight, seeing her clutch at her abdomen, she looked more child than grown woman. The look of betrayal in those stormy grey eyes that had previously drew me in is not one that I shall soon, if ever, forget. Those delicate features crumpled and she fell onto her knees in nothing short of despair.
Being the gentleman I am, I politely informed her that my next class was to be starting and that she should go run along like a good girl.
She did just that, to the academy committee. A flurry of outcry and scandal later, I was without a job. No matter, I had gained a small fortune for my years of dedication in the pursuit of higher learning.
I never did see her again, though I'm told she gave birth to a boy, my son.
Blessed be the child for we are one and the same for he too was born from delicious sin.
One can only hope he too will follow in the footsteps of his father just as I had my own father and he before me and so on and so forth. I have confidence the child will blossom into a corrupt soul for we share the same perversion in our veins. I can only pray he'll have half as much fun collecting the hearts of others as I did with his mother as well as the many that came before and the many that will surely come after her.
I will not stop until I am satisfied.
And I am never satisfied.
There is not a specific moment I can pinpoint in which the lustful fire of desire grew from embers and into the flames that engulfed the both of us. A lingering glance here and there, the odd rest of my hand on her shoulder when I looked over her work, it didn't take her very long to start finding excuses to stay after class. How amusing it was to see her positively squirm with one look, she ached for my attention, for my touch.
She was by no means unattractive, in fact, she caught the eye of many. There were few times I saw her on her own, save in my company. Often there would be a male student attached to her hip, vying for her affections. I found myself watching such interactions, listening in. Rubbing a simple, silver locket on a chain, a nervous habit of her's, she spoke of loving another. How absolutely amusing it was to see the faces of the young men fall.
My pet was not one for patience as she often tried to corner me with suggestive conversation. I let her pretend she had the upper hand and made a point of playing the part of a stuttering fool. It made her smile.
If she only knew how many there had been before her.
I took her for the first time upon my desk, papers scattered and pots of ink spilled. Her mage's robes did little to hide her voluptuous curves. Apparently I was her first as tears were shed when I entered her as she had begged time and time before. It was truly endearing to see her writhe beneath me, to witness the mask of confidence break once she realized she was no longer in control. Not that she ever was.
I was her first love and she was my favorite, favorite hobby.
She looked to me as if I was the very moon and stars.The mer she was convinced that was going to dote on her and ask for her hand in marriage. It was sweet in a childlike sense and I was the charming, witty lover, nourishing such wistful daydreams. No doubt our relationship with one another was scandalous, but I assured her that the very day she graduated from the college was the day I would sweep her off her feet to Mara's shine.
She never did graduate.
No, I was caught making eyes at another and playing the same tricks that had drawn her to me like a moth to the flame.
It is for this reason, I'm convinced, that she stopped taking the potions to hold off a pregnancy.
How excited she was to come to me with the news, cheeks rosy and starry-eyed with the sickeningly sweet love she held for me.
I laughed.
I laughed and wished her the best of luck caring for our spawn for I would not be around to witness the wreck. There was never a more heartbreaking sight, seeing her clutch at her abdomen, she looked more child than grown woman. The look of betrayal in those stormy grey eyes that had previously drew me in is not one that I shall soon, if ever, forget. Those delicate features crumpled and she fell onto her knees in nothing short of despair.
Being the gentleman I am, I politely informed her that my next class was to be starting and that she should go run along like a good girl.
She did just that, to the academy committee. A flurry of outcry and scandal later, I was without a job. No matter, I had gained a small fortune for my years of dedication in the pursuit of higher learning.
I never did see her again, though I'm told she gave birth to a boy, my son.
Blessed be the child for we are one and the same for he too was born from delicious sin.
One can only hope he too will follow in the footsteps of his father just as I had my own father and he before me and so on and so forth. I have confidence the child will blossom into a corrupt soul for we share the same perversion in our veins. I can only pray he'll have half as much fun collecting the hearts of others as I did with his mother as well as the many that came before and the many that will surely come after her.
I will not stop until I am satisfied.
And I am never satisfied.