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Kaveh had never expected things to go well for her after graduation. She was foolish and married young, convinced that her husband would never leave her, but the universe had a different plan in store for her. Her heart practically shattered when she found another woman in her bed with her husband as the fool bumbled and sputtered that it wasn’t what it looked like, while the other woman pulled her clothes to her chest, hiding her slim figure. The divorce was inevitable, but it still broke Kaveh’s heart to sign those papers and watch her husband move out of their shared home, knowing that he would go back to fooling around with that girl.
It didn’t help that they had a daughter together. Sweet little Mehrak was so confused, asking her mommy why Daddy was leaving. She tried her best to skate around the subject, seeing as Mehrak was so young and still wouldn’t understand why Daddy was leaving. So she lied, saying Daddy was going on a long trip for a while, but he would come back and send letters whenever he could. It pleased Mehrak for the time being, and she went about her day, playing with her dolls in the other room while Kaveh took that moment to excuse herself and grieve her failed marriage.
The divorce took a toll on Kaveh. She drank heavily, letting the wine ease her worries, and then passed out at her desk with her schematics and blueprints. On nights she drinks hard, Kaveh takes Mehrak to her aunts, Tighnari and Cyno, thanking them for watching her for the evening and promising to pay them back for their kindness.
She constantly questioned where she went wrong in her marriage, blaming herself for not being a good partner or mother. Kaveh tried to please her husband to the best of her ability, sacrificing her own pleasure for his happiness and settling for second best so he wouldn’t leave, but it wasn’t enough in the end. She wasn’t sure what she could do, and begging wasn’t the question. She had done enough of that for the past few months, so it was time to heal and move on.
Kaveh would get absolutely wasted and find something to take her mind off her failed marriage (and life).
Tonight is no exception (unless you count the fact that Mehrak will be living in Fontaine with her grandmother, and Cyno and Tighnari will be joining her this evening), and she is determined to find someone to take her home. Kaveh is dressed in a sexy dress that exposes the back of her muscles, sitting at Lambard’s bar with her legs crossed. She’s already had three glasses, barely listening to Cyno ramble on about her job, as she explains a case involving smuggling and someone trying to fight the security officers.
“Kaveh, are you alright?” Tighnari asks suddenly, her eyebrows pinched together as she interrupts Cyno. “You’ve already had three glasses.”
Kaveh brushes it off, gesturing for Lambard to pour another. “I’m fine,” she slurs, licking the corners of her mouth. “I just want to relax. Is that so wrong?” she asks.
“Don’t we have school tomorrow?” Tighnari points out. “I don’t think you’ll want to wake up with a hangover.”
She raises an eyebrow before laughing. “Oh, I think you’re more drunk than I am. We haven’t... We haven’t been in school in so long. We’re adults.”
“You’re both teachers,” Cyno corrects. “You start the school year tomorrow. You’ve been talking about it since last week.”
Has she? Kaveh can hardly recall last week; she had been too busy crying, throwing herself into work, worrying about the bills, and struggling to repay the loan she had taken from Dori, the little snake she is. Everything had been so much easier when she was married, and her husband cared for her, promising she would never suffer again. What a fucking joke that turns out to be; instead, she’s a single mother, struggling to take care of her five-year-old and pay off the piling bills. Maybe she shouldn’t have been so fucking reckless when she pulled out that loan to pay off the rest of her student loans and the mortgage on her house.
Still, she shrugs it off and holds her glass out, thanking Lambard for the refill and swirling her glass. “I must have forgotten,” Kaveh says plainly, sipping her wine and relaxing her shoulders. “I’m happy to start the school year again. We should have some promising scholars this year.”
“Hopefully, it’s not a repeat of last year,” Tighnari says, finishing her shot and pushing her glass forward. “If you work tomorrow, shouldn’t you start heading home? I can always walk you if you’re too drunk to go alone.”
“I’m not going to let you walk Kaveh home alone,” Cyno frowns. “I’m coming with you. You don’t know what kind of dangerous people are lurking out here.”
Tighnari pokes out her bottom lip. “You know I’m more than capable of taking care of myself. I didn’t take those self-defense classes for nothing.”
Watching the blooming couple argue is positively cute, but Kaveh finds herself growing jealous. She once had what they had: silly, pointless arguments out in public that ended in passionate, sensual sex that left her legs shaking, gasping, and begging for more. She had that life once upon a time, and the gods cruelly ripped her happily ever after away. No story was without its struggles and challenges, but it had been particularly cruel, and Kaveh wasn’t sure how to advance.
She clears her throat, swirling her wine. “Why don’t you two head home? It’s getting late, and you live further than I do,” she suggests, her words slurred. “I’m going to stay here. Maybe I’ll find a cute guy to bring home and fuck.”
“That’s probably not a good idea,” Cyno says.
“It’s the perfect idea,” Kaveh grins. “You two hurry home before it’s too late. I promise I’ll be safe.”
Tighnari and Cyno exchange looks before hugging Kaveh and telling her to have a safe night and to let them know she made it home safely. She smiles, sipping the rest of her wine and asking Lambard for another. For once, Kaveh didn’t want to be responsible; she’d always been a good girl and tried her best to follow the rules, but they had gotten her nowhere in life. She just wants to be a little selfish for a night, that’s all.
She scopes the scene, eyeing all the possible suitors and making little notes about them. One has a pretty set of eyes, but he’s not tall enough—she knows some men are susceptible about their height, especially if a woman is taller, and those relationships never succeed or go far. Another is just an inch taller than her, but he’s a slob, beer staining his shirt as he talks vulgarly and without shame, too, laughing loudly with the round of men he’s entertaining. One after the other, none of them meet Kaveh’s standards.
With a heavy sigh, Kaveh pays her tab in full and grabs her cape, draping it across her shoulders and wishing the bar owner a good night. The cool air is lovely on her dewy skin as she steps out, brushing back any fly hairs and reaching into her pocket for her last cigarette. She places the bud between her lips, rummaging through her purse for her lighter.
“Damn it,” Kaveh mumbles, coming up empty-handed. She could wait until she was home, but it was such a long walk, and she’d been craving a cigarette since earlier that evening, but she had withheld because she desperately wanted to spend as much time with her friends as possible.
“Need one?” A woman asks, extending a lighter to Kaveh.
She smiles, thanks the stranger, and flicks the lighter, engulfing the cigarette in a single flame. The evening breeze feels fantastic, and Kaveh finally relaxes against the side of the building as the scent of her cigarette tickles her nose. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing out here?” Kaveh asks, taking a heavy drag and blowing smoke out her nose with a pleased sigh.
“I’m on vacation with a few friends. Just wanted to live it up for a few days before returning to our mundane lives,” she hums, folding her arms across her chest.
“I shouldn’t have been surprised. You are a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” Kaveh smiles. “You must have so many boys living up to date you. You’re so pretty.”
“No boyfriend,” she says, “but thank you. I could say the same about you.”
Kaveh blushes at the compliment. “Thank you,” she murmurs.
The kind woman is quite beautiful with orange-teal eyes that threaten to consume her in that warm, voracious gaze. She’s a few inches taller than Kaveh, and her body is more toned than Kaveh’s, with just the right amount of muscles. She can’t help but stare, drinking in the sight and finding herself starved for a taste. She hungers and wants, feeling a knot settle in her stomach, swallowing the lump in her throat.
Kaveh taps off the ash and hands her cigarette to the other woman, watching the smoke filter through her nostrils, oddly seductive and erotic. “You never told me your name,” she points out.
“Al-Haitham,” she says, returning the cigarette to Kaveh and exhaling through her nose.
Maybe it’s the alcohol in her system, but Kaveh can’t help but stare at Al-Haitham’s lips, pretty and plush and oh-so bitable. The sudden urge to pull Al-Haitham close and kiss her is maddening, decisive, and utterly overwhelming as she takes back the cigarette and places the bud between her lips, savoring Al-Haitham’s mint lip balm. She exhales, flicking off the ash and leaning against the building with a lopsided smile.
“How old are you?” Kaveh asks.
Al-Haitham pauses, licking the corner of her mouth. “Twenty-four,” she says.
Kaveh snorts, taking another heavy drag of her cigarette. “Ah, you’re only six years younger than me,” she says fondly, her smile stretching.
“You’re thirty? I would have suspected you’re around my age,” Al-Haitham says.
Kaveh laughs, “Oh, it’s not the first time someone suspected I was younger than I looked.” She always takes it as a compliment, happy that she appears younger than her age. When she first got married, that was all her husband used to talk about, bragging about how young she looked and how she never seemed to age despite the years that passed. “Does it bother you that I’m older? I would understand if you don’t want to spend the rest of your evening with someone like me.”
Al-Haitham chuckles. “No, I don’t mind at all.”
It wouldn’t be so bad if they fooled around, now would it? Sure, there is still a significant age gap, but Kaveh doesn’t mind. Besides, Al-Haitham has all the qualities she’s looking for. She’s tall with supple, beautiful, bronzed skin and the most colorful eyes she had ever seen in her life. She had never felt this strongly towards anyone before, let alone a woman, but gods, Al-Haitham is so pretty. The way her eyes seem to glisten in the oonlight, soft, admiring her like she’s a priceless artifact.
“Do you like older women, Al-Haitham?” Kaveh asks, blowing smoke in her face and closing the gap between them.
Al-Haitham steps closer, plucking the cigarette from Kaveh’s fingers, licking the bud, and wrapping her lips around the end. She inhales deeply, smoke filling her lungs before she blows out in Kaveh’s face, leaning closer. “You tell me,” she purrs.
The rest of their interactions are a blur. One moment, Kaveh is laughing and cooing over Al-Haitham outside the bar, and the next moment, she’s in Al-Haitham’s living room, straddling her waist and nursing another glass of wine.
The alcohol is messing with her senses, but she doesn’t find herself caring. Instead, she gets comfortable in Al-Haitham’s arms, taking a slow drink of her wine and setting her glass on the table beside them. “Your eyes,” Kaveh slurs, cupping Al-Haitham’s warm, flushed cheeks and swiping her thumb across her flesh. “They’re so pretty. So unique,” she murmurs, leaning close and pressing their foreheads together.
Al-Haitham curls her hand around the back of Kaveh’s neck, massaging a tender spot and tugging her closer, brushing their lips together. “Not as pretty as you are,” Al-Haitham whispers, sneaking another kiss and pulling back, sliding her hand down the curve of Kaveh’s torso and squeezing her waist. “Such a pretty, pretty girl I have in my lap,” she murmurs, sliding her hand under Kaveh’s dress, palming her ass before grabbing a handful. “Mmm, I can’t wait to fucking ruin you.”
“Show me,” Kaveh challenges.
The exchange is wordless, and Kaveh should pull away, but oddly enough, she wants this. She’s never been with a woman before, but something about Al-Haitham makes Kaveh want to try. Eagerly, she dives in for a kiss, carding her fingers through Al-Haitham’s silvery hair, moaning quietly into her mouth. It’s nothing short of a mess, panting and moaning into each other’s mouths as they roll around on the couch, groping whatever flesh they can.
“Please,” Kaveh pants into Alhaitham’s mouth, pushing the straps down her shoulders and tugging off her dress, dropping the offending material behind her and pulling the younger woman closer, whispering into her mouth and leaning in for another kiss. Stars dance behind her eyes, keening quietly and parting her legs. She feels so warm; her head is fuzzy and alight with pleasure, feeling Al-Haitham trail her kisses down her neck and torso, flicking her tongue over her pebbled nipples.
That warm mouth continues further down her body, kissing and biting Kaveh’s unmarked flesh, leaving dark hickies and bite marks that leave the older woman grunting, twisting her fingers in Al-Haitham’s hair. Like this, Kaveh can easily take control, pulling her hair back and tutting her. “Not so hard,” she says sternly, relaxing her grip on Al-Haitham’s scalp and gingerly petting her hair. “You’re so eager to please me, aren’t you? A sweet, obedient girl I have,” she coos, leaning back against the couch with her legs parted. Slowly, Kaveh hooks her thumbs under the band of her panties, sliding them down her legs and exposing her bare pussy.
Kaveh drags her fingers through her slick folds, rolling her thumb over her erect clit. “Come here,” she murmurs, her hand sliding down Al-Haitham’s neck and guiding her towards her cunt, shivering at the warm breath on her skin. “So good for me,” she praises, shivering when Al-Haitham’s tongue lavishes over her clit. A low moan escapes her, and Kaveh arches, her hand finding purchase in Al-Haitham’s hair and keeping her eager mouth flushed against her mound.
It’s adorable how eager Al-Haitham is, but Kaveh can tell she’s far too inexperienced. Her licks are sloppy, uncoordinated as Kaveh guides her mouth to her clit. “You’re terrible at this,” Kaveh slurs, licking the corners of her mouth and tugging Al-Haitham onto her knees, standing up, and sighing. That far-off look in her teal-orange is precious, everything that Kaveh wants to see.
“Are you a virgin?” Kaveh asks.
“I’ve experimented before. Nothing has ever penetrated me before except my fingers. I’m a fast learner, though, if that accounts for anything.”
Ah, that’s good enough for Kaveh. She helps Al-Haitham onto the couch, kneeling between her legs and yanking down her pants, kissing up her thighs, and closing her eyes, enjoying the heat that radiates off her body. Each kiss is placed higher and higher, scraping her teeth against unmarred flesh, savoring the salt of her skin. “I’ll show you,” Kaveh promises, peeling off Al-Haitham’s panties and admiring her perfectly trimmed pussy. Wispy curls of silver hair framed the mound, her clit peeking out from the slit as her arousal soaked the lips and glossed her inner thighs.
Wonderful, just fucking wonderful. Al-Haitham is just as excited as she is. Kaveh feels giddy, her body tingly and warm as her hands skim the back of the younger woman’s thighs, squeezing her toned flesh and nosing her pubic hair. Al-Haitham's scent alone is driving her mad; her mouth waters before she starts peppering kisses across the mound, working her way down to her engorged clit, ghosting her lips across the flushed bud, drowning in her heady scent.
She flickers her tongue over Al-Haitham’s clit, and her eyes widen, pulling her impossibly closer and digging her fingers into the back of Al-Haitham’s thighs. The taste of her cunt is so sweet on Kaveh’s tongue, dripping and delicious like fruit, rewarded with the sound of choked moans and pants. Like an animal, Kaveh ravages Al-Haitham, acting on pure instinct and pushing her onto the couch. Before Al-Haitham can move, Kaveh pins her hips to the sofa and covers the opening of her cunt with her mouth, pressing her tongue into that tight slit and working her open, lapping up her arousal with grunts and deep moans.
Al-Haitham moans, writhing and bucking her hips, rolling her mouth against Kaveh’s mouth. “Fuck, oh, fuck, please,” she pants, digging her fingers into the cushion as hot tears roll down her cheeks. All those pretty noises only spur Kaveh on, kissing her cunt and working her open, daring to push in one finger and feel her soft, velvety insides. As she sinks in, it only pulls out more moans and choppy pants from Al-Haitham, and Kaveh can only feel proud as she experiments with her partner for the evening.
It’s not as complicated as Kaveh initially thought. Effortlessly, she finds what makes Al-Haitham feel good, pulling away and pumping two fingers into her cunt, rolling her thumb over her clit. “Have you ever had someone touch you down here?” Kaveh purrs in a sickly sweet voice, her words slurred as she stretches Al-Haitham open, pressing the pads of her fingers against her g-spot, smiling when Al-Haitham arches her back and gasps. “You’re so dirty. You’re gushing all over my fingers. That feels good, doesn’t it?” she croons, working a third finger into Al-Haitham’s pussy.
“Mmm, fuck, you’re so,” Al-Haitham pants, closing her eyes and rocking her hips upwards, chanting Kaveh’s name like a prayer. “Your fingers feel so good—just a little more—yes, gods, yes. Kaveh.” More lovely moans and cries fall from Al-Haitham’s mouth, losing herself to pleasure and fucking herself on Kaveh’s tongue, gushing around her thick appendage.
Kaveh loves how Al-Haitham easily falls apart, prattling nonsense with more tears rolling down her warm cheeks. Pride swells in her chest the more she makes Al-Haitham sing for her, kissing up her body and relishing in her warmth, skimming her lips across her toned belly and working herself up to the valley of her breasts. “Does that feel good? Think you can do that to me?” Kaveh asks.
Al-Haitham nods, her eyes heavy.
“Use your words, sweetheart,” Kaveh says, kissing Al-Haitham’s small, perky breasts. “You think you can do this for me? I would love to squirt around your fingers. Feeling you fuck me with that pretty tongue of yours.”
“Mm, yes—want to be inside you so bad,” Al-Haitham slurs, her voice tight with pleasure, her back taut as her thighs shake. She breathes hard, trembling in Kaveh’s hold and sucking her bottom lip between her teeth. The way Al-Haitham’s voice trembles as Kaveh fingers her faster, drilling hard against her g-spot and keeping her hips pinned to the couch. Struggling is futile, and the only thing Al-Haitham can do is sink into the sofa and give herself to Kaveh, allowing this pretty woman to do whatever she wants.
And Kaveh happily takes, indulging in Al-Haitham’s moans and cries, meticulously stretching her open and smiling. When Al-Haitham’s voice grows in pitch, shaking and babbling with her nails streaking down the cushion, Kaveh laughs. “You’re such an easy slut. You’re going to cum, aren’t you? Squirt around my fingers like a dirty whore,” she spits.
Al-Haitham keens, clenching her jaw as her walls flutter around Kaveh’s fingers, soaking her hand in her arousal. Each additional pump of Kaveh’s finger has Al-Haitham twitching, choking on her sobs, and biting her lip until it bleeds. “Wait, fuck, wait, wait, wait,” she slurs, curling her fingers around Kaveh’s wrist, pausing her ministrations and trying to catch her breath. “I want—I want to try again,” she pants, easing those long, slender fingers out of her sensitive cunt and easing them into her mouth, licking off her arousal.
Gods, Kaveh adores the sight. The way Al-Haitham sucks her fingers, batting her lashes and moaning quietly as she bobs her head, only serves to tempt Kaveh. Like a moth to a flame, Kaveh is drawn in, fingering Al-Haitham’s mouth with bated breath, her stomach knotting and her cunt clenching around nothing as her younger partner whines around her fingers.
“If you can work that pretty mouth like that, I’m sure you can be good and make me cum,” Kaveh grins, drunkenly stumbling back and examining Al-Haitham. She’s flushed in the face, still twitching from the aftermath of her orgasm with parted lips and heavy breathing, that far-off look in her smoldering eyes. Everything about Al-Haitham is simply beautiful, so irresistible, and oh-so tempting.
She swaps places with Al-Haitham, sitting back against the divan with her parted legs. “Mimic what I did,” Kaveh murmurs, easing Al-Haitham forward and guiding her mouth to her clit. She rolls her finger across the tender bud, smiling when her partner opens her mouth, her tongue shyly peeking out and caressing the bundle of nerves. “That’s it. Oh, just like that,” the blonde moans, her head falling back against the couch as her hips pitch upwards, slowly grinding against Al-Haitham’s mouth, hissing through her teeth.
Each roll of her hips brings Kaveh closer to the edge, pleased with how fast Al-Haitham learns, praising her between slurred moans and choppy pants. The pleasure rushes through Kaveh like molten lava, hot and searing as tears dot the corner of her eyes, burning behind her eyelids as she starts to drown. It gets harder to breathe the more Al-Haitham eats her out, flicking that perfect, thick tongue across her slit before wiggling inside, forcing Kaveh’s insides to yield to her touch. She isn’t sure how long it’s been since she’s experienced such pleasure. It must have been ages; maybe the sex simply wasn’t good, and Al-Haitham was showing her a whole new world, one she had yet to explore.
Tears flow down Kaveh’s cheek, wriggling underneath Al-Haitham and clawing at her shoulders as her pussy leaks with more arousal, soaked and trying to accommodate a fourth finger, hiccuping and shutting her eyes. “Haitham,” Kaveh sobs, her body too hot, trying to stave off her orgasm, her thighs trembling around Al-Haitham’s shoulders, unsure if she wants to escape her grip or lean into that wicked touch and let her have her way with her. It felt nice to be fucked slow and long like this, worshipped and taken apart so easily, becoming putty in Al-Haitham’s eager hands.
Not only that, but Al-Haitham is a fast learner. Already, she has found what makes Kaveh sing, her smile smug as she curls her fingers, pressing hard against her g-spot.
She practically shrieks when her orgasm slams into her suddenly, her back bowing into a perfect arch as her red eyes roll back into her skull. Blinding white spots blur her vision, and Kaveh can hear nothing but static, her head fuzzy and her eyelashes clumped with tears. She can barely register Al-Haitham’s soft kisses, still too wound up and mewling quietly, whispering how it was too much and babbling incoherent nonsense. Never in her life has Kaveh experienced pleasure such as this, earth-shattering and overwhelming. She felt like she was drowning, struggling to come up as the waves of pleasure overtook her.
Carefully, Al-Haitham set down her lower half, still tasting Kaveh on her lips as she sat up, a smug smirk on her face. “Shall we move to the bedroom?” she asks.
Kaveh can barely register the question, still overstimulated from her intense orgasm. Instead, she stares dumbly at Al-Haitham, blinking away the tears in her eyes and reaching her arms out for the younger woman. She feels like a princess when Al-Haitham picks her up, staggering into the bedroom as Kaveh pulls her into another messy kiss, threading her fingers in the silky strands of silver hair.
Al-Haitham makes Kaveh feel so young, like a schoolgirl fooling around for the first time. The heat gets to her head, and Kaveh can’t help but laugh, pressing their foreheads together as they fall to bed and relax against the cotton sheet. Her hands roam across Al-Haitham’s chest, squeezing her perfect, small tits and pinching her pebbled nipples between her fingers, delighted when she grunts and hides her face in the crook of her neck.
“You like that?” Kaveh teases, tugging on Al-Haitham’s nipple again, twisting a bit harder. Is it cruel? Yes, but she does love how Al-Haitham tries so hard to appear so cold, holding it together, but Kaveh has already seen her shameful side and how much she desires this. “Your body is so honest with me, Haitham. Poor thing has been missing out on so much pleasure,” she pouts, kissing along the edge of Al-Haitham’s strong jaw and smiling. “But we’ll fix that. I’m going to have you addicted to me,” she promises with a sultry grin. When she tugs on Al-Haitham’s nipples again, Kaveh bites her neck, immediately flickering her tongue over the wound and soothing the marked area.
It earns a loud grunt from Al-Haitham, her hands coming up to squeeze Kaveh’s waist, baring her neck to her. “It seems like you’re addicted to me,” Al-Haitham mocks, her confidence coming back in spurts, easily swapping their positions and pinning Kaveh on her back, hovering over her. Her eyes are bright like fire, hot, and there’s a flick of indescribable lust in those alluring eyes. “You can’t keep your hands to yourself, but I must be grateful. You’ve been so kind and showed me so much pleasure,” Al-Haitham mumbles, leaning down and kissing Kaveh, licking the inside of her mouth and swallowing all those pretty, weak moans. “Allow me to pay back your kindness.”
Al-Haitham pulls back and slides out of bed, stepping back to admire the mess that is Kaveh. It’s like a scene out of an erotic light manga from Inazuma. Kaveh is flushed a beautiful shade of Windmill Aster red, panting softly and licking her swollen lips, sitting up on her forearms with her legs slightly parted and exposing her dripping cunt. She’s lovely, simply beautiful, and Kaveh shivers when Al-Haitham’s gaze threatens to devour her whole.
Instead of a small dildo like Kaveh was expecting, Al-Haitham pulls out a black harness with a green, large strap-on that’s curved at the tip. It’s a lot bigger than Kaveh anticipated, and her insides flutter, her cunt wetter than ever as she watches Al-Haitham slide the straps over her toned legs, grabbing a bottle of lube and drizzling a liberal amount over the tapered head. There’s no way they could get the whole thing to fit, but Kaveh desperately wants to try. She wants that monstrous cock to ruin and bruise her insides, make her forget about her worries, even if it was just for a night.
The bed dips under Al-Haitham’s additional weight, and she grabs Kaveh’s ankle, tugging her until her ass hangs over the edge before rolling her onto her stomach with one hand resting on the small of her back. Kaveh whines, craning her head over her shoulder to protest, but jumps when Al-Haitham smacks her ass with narrowed eyes. The moan that escapes her is downright sinful, her cheeks burning and her ass throbbing in pain. Maybe Kaveh is more of a masochist than she initially thought; she tries to move again, and Al-Haitham corrects her with yet another brutal, loud smack against her ass.
“Keep still,” Al-Haitham orders, parting Kaveh’s legs and rubbing the bulbous head of her toy against her needy cunt. Slowly, she inches the toy inside, keeping one hand on Kaveh’s waist, murmuring sweet words as her cunt swallows up the toy with little resistance.
Kaveh grits her teeth, digging her nails into the bed as tears burn the back of her eyes. Gods, it’s ripping her apart, forcing the walls of her pussy to relax and make room for the massive girth that bullies its way inside. More sobs and whimpers escape her, slurring her words as Al-Haitham promises that they only have a little more to go. “That’s it,” Al-Haitham murmurs sweetly, drawing her thumb over the dimples of Kaveh’s back in a small attempt to soothe the older woman. “You’re taking my cock so well. It’s like you were made for me, senior,” she smiles, thrusting the last inches inside of Kaveh and reaching under her, tapping her fingers along the slight bulge in her stomach. “Feel that, senior? I’m all the way in. You must feel so good, don’t you? Your perfect little cunt stuffed with my thick cock.”
The way Al-Haitham speaks to her sparks a fire inside Kaveh, melting and surrendering without a word of protest. She can hardly speak when Al-Haitham starts fucking her, slow and shallow thrusts that press against her g-spot. She whimpers, unable to move while her partner bends down, pressing her chest against her back and trapping her against the bed, tightening her grip around her waist. It all feels too good, eliciting more soft whines and pleas from Kaveh’s swollen lips, desperately trying to rock back against Al-Haitham.
Al-Haitham picks up the pace, aggressively thrusting and pinning Kaveh against the bed, fucking her like a beast in heat. What Kaveh expected was a nervous Al-Haitham trying to fuck her, only for Kaveh to end up taking control and showing her how to satisfy a woman, but this was so much better than any dream she could concoct. She screams with pleasure, chanting and begging for more, arching her back and raising her hips, sobbing when she feels the tip of that thick, delicious cock battering against her cervix. It hurts, but fuck, it feels incredible!
Each violent thrust inside makes Kaveh sob louder and louder, weakly pushing back against Al-Haitham as more of her arousal trickles down her thighs. A disgusting moan escapes past her pretty lips when Al-Haitham curls her hair around her fist and pulls her hair back, growling quietly in her ear with a hard snap of her hips, jostling Kaveh’s body and pounding into her harder. She fucks like a beast, wild and without a care in the world, using Kaveh like a glorified sex toy, battering and bruising her insides, but Kaveh can’t complain. She loves the treatment, being fucked like a cheap whore, only made to warm Al-Haitham’s cock, taking all of her without any complaints.
Her orgasm builds slowly, her stomach tightening and coiling, threatening to overtake her. She squirms, bordering on overstimulation and pain, but Al-Haitham tuts her, saying she can be good and take it. Kaveh wants to be good; she can be good, so she tries her best to take it, gritting her teeth and burying her face in the pillow beneath her. Each nerve is alight with pleasure, sweat rolls down her forehead, and Kaveh falls apart, coming undone with a few more deep strokes.
“H-Haitham!” Kaveh squeals, her vision blanking as her orgasm hits her hard. She isn’t sure if she’s screaming or crying, but she can hardly recognize the pitch of her own voice. Her orgasm is almost too much, and Kaveh’s vision spins, blurred by white splotches as her head swims. “Oh gods, of fuck, oh please,” she whimpers, her cunt completely wrecked and sensitive as Al-Haitham slowly eases out, slapping the fat tip against her lower lips.
This sweet little virgin—Al-Haitham is full of surprises tonight. It should have been Kaveh overstimulating her, making her cry out from intense, drawn-out orgasms. Al-Haitham was so messy when trying to eat her out, eagerly licking her cunt and attempting to suckle on her clit, but her lack of experience was so apparent, and it was a little embarrassing. So how was it that Al-Haitham could fuck her so well, making her cum more than her husband could ever?
Actually, she doesn’t want to think about him right now. Kaveh is happy with having her guts rearranged, and this cute “virgin” fucking her until she couldn’t remember her own name.
Carefully, Al-Haitham rolls Kaveh onto her back and rubs the green silicone toy against her thigh with a lazy smile, humming through her nose. “Did that feel good, senior?” she teases.
“Senior?” Kaveh dumbly questions, moaning softly and arching, staring between her legs and watching Al-Haitham ease the toy back into her fucked-open hole. “Is—is that a jab at my age? That’s so—oh, fuck, it’s too much,” she whines, draping an arm across her eyes, hiding her shame all while Al-Haitham takes her time, squeezing Kaveh’s thighs and shallowly thrusting into her scorching, wet heat.
“Not at all. I would never insult you—unless you begged for it. You are far too beautiful for me to want to hurt you,” Al-Haitham speaks slowly, her words smooth and sweet like the creamiest honey. Her calloused hands smooth over Kaveh’s bare thighs, caressing her deliciously warm flesh as her eyes rake over her marked torso, adoring Kaveh with her voracious gaze. Leaning in, she savors Kaveh’s lips with a slow, sensual kiss, licking into her mouth and moaning quietly. “I’m going to take you apart. I am going to break you and ruin you for anyone else. I’m going to make you all mind. You’ll be addicted to me, unable to escape me. I’ll take such good care of you, my dear senior.”
Kaveh would like that. She was so tired of doing everything else herself; she had been so lonely, so no one could blame her for wanting that warmth and security once again, wanting someone to care for her. “Yes,” she whispers, her voice faint as she wraps her long legs around Al-Haitham’s trim waist, easing their bodies closer, moaning when Al-Haitham bottoms out again, carving a home inside her guts. “Yes, gods, yes. Made to be yours. Want to be yours—make me yours.” It was almost like she was made for Al-Haitham, made to be her pretty little toy that she gets to break and put back together again and again.
This time, Al-Haitham is much slower, taking her time fucking Kaveh, bending down, and peppering her face with sweet, lush kisses. Each kiss is followed by praise from simple pet names like “love” and “pet” to “My pretty slut” and “You’re taking me so well. Your pussy is amazing.” It drives Kaveh just as insane, her mouth falling open as she sobs, raking her nails down Al-Haitham’s back. The pleasure consumes her, growing and growing, unable to escape the devastating sensation.
With another thrust, Kaveh cums with a scream, her vision fading in and out and her legs twitching, falling limply against the bed while Al-Haitham rolls her thumb over her strained clitoris. “No more,” Kaveh sobs, unable to pull away, a victim of her partner’s cruel touch. A sharp jolt of desire runs through her, painful and tight, as Kaveh tries to control her breathing, barely hanging on by a thread. Al-Haitham is far too cruel, but Kaveh loves it all the same, privy to that wonderful charm.
Zapped of any energy, Kaveh goes limp against the bed, unable to move while Al-Haitham pulls out, and her pussy flutters, loose from her lover’s brutality. She breathes shallowly, her eyes heavy and her vision cloudy, and lets Al-Haitham rearrange her in the bed, lying on her side. Al-Haitham slides behind her, draping those strong, muscular arms around her waist, pulling Kaveh close until she can feel the other’s sweltering heat.
Cozy and comfortable, Kaveh relaxes, her head sinking into the pillow. She closes her eyes and lets the darkness consume her.
Morning is not kind when Kaveh wakes up with a splintering headache. She groans, clumsily stumbling out of bed and feeling her way around the unfamiliar room, finally locating the bathroom. “Gods, I’m such a mess,” Kaveh complains, grimacing at the dark marks that cover her slender neck, seeing how they run down her body, adorning her torso and thighs.
If only the girls could see her now. Tighnari would definitely pitch a fit.
It’s still relatively early in the morning, and her partner from last night is still passed out in bed, silently sleeping against their shared pillow. If Kaveh could find her clothes, she could sneak out without any awkward exchanges, get dressed for work, hide the hickies, and continue about her day. While she couldn’t remember all of the details of last night, she surmised that she had a good time, considering her legs were still weak, and she could barely stand up without holding herself against the wall.
Shuffling around the room, Kaveh locates a pen and notepad, scrawling down a few words.
Sorry for leaving without warning. You looked so peaceful while you slept, and I didn’t have the heart to wake you. I hope you enjoy the rest of your vacation.
Kaveh pauses, tapping the pen against the notepad. Well, she hardly had anything else to say, and there was no way Kaveh would say, yeah, also thank you for fucking me until I forgot about my ex-husband. That just seemed embarrassing, and Kaveh had no desire to humiliate herself in front of a stranger.
She sets the pen down and sneaks out of Al-Haitham’s bedroom, slipping her dress back on and hightailing it out of the house with her phone in hand, sending a text to Tighnari and Cyno that she would be home in a few minutes. Immediately, Cyno texts her back, pressing her with questions.
cyno-nara: omg what happened!?
cyno-nara: r you not home yet?
cyno-nara: wait r u okay? do u need me to pick you up?
cyno-nara: oh nari is going to flip when she wakes up
Yeah, that’s true, Kaveh thinks. She sends Cyno a message and tells her she doesn’t need a ride and can get back home, dropping her location in the chat.
Thankfully, Al-Haitham’s place is close to the bar, so she hurries back to Lambard’s, rifling through her purse for her keys and unlocking the door. She checks the clock, huffing as she only has a few hours to get breakfast, shower, maybe grab a cup of coffee, and head to the Akademiya to start her lesson plans for the day. Honestly, she should have planned better, but that’s life.
“Of all the days,” Kaveh grumbles to herself, pulling into the driveway and hurrying inside. And, of course, Kaveh lost her house key again, so she resorted to the spare key in the flower pot. Once inside, Kaveh quickly showers and prepares for her day.
As expected, Tighnari sends a scolding text, saying she should have taken Kaveh home and criticizing her for going home with a stranger. She’s not entirely wrong, but Kaveh has never had bad taste before—if she counts everyone besides her ex-husband. Instead of arguing with Tighnari, she apologizes for not disclosing her location and promises never to make the same mistake again.
It satisfies Tighnari for now.
Kaveh continues to get ready for the day, slipping on a white button-up with red slacks that flare out, popping her collar, and admiring her outfit in the mirror. It’s not a bad look, she thinks, pinching her cheeks until they gain some color. Carefully, Kaveh pins back her hair, leaving two strands to frame the side of her face, and then moves on to her makeup.
Once she finishes and clips in her earrings, Kaveh grabs her back and heads into the kitchen. Thankfully, she prepared her lunch in advance. She grabs her red lunchbox and heads out the door again, sliding into the driver’s seat and letting the car roar to life.
“Next time we go drinking, I’m driving you home,” Tighnari says as she enters the nearly empty staff room, setting her folder on the table and sitting beside Kaveh. “I’m just glad to see you’re alright. What were you thinking?”
“I wasn’t,” Kaveh groans, massaging her temples. “Believe me, it will never happen again.” She sips her coffee, grimacing when she realizes she forgot to add any creamer.
Tighnari relaxes, flipping open her folder. “I’m holding you to that,” she says. “That aside, you did have a good night, right?”
Kaveh nods, her stomach swarming with butterflies. If she closes her eyes and focuses, she can recall Al-Haitham’s calloused hands on her body, kneading her flesh and squeezing her thighs until she’s quivering in her strong hold. “It was—it was eventful,” Kaveh says.
“Eventful?” Tighnari repeats slowly.
“Eventful,” she reiterates, pushing up her reading glasses. “I’m not getting into details because we’re at work. If you’re so nosy, I’ll tell you after class. The last thing I want is someone overhearing our conversation and reporting me for sexual harassment.”
Tighnari snorts and playfully rolls her eyes. “I’m holding you to that,” she says. “Now, help me review my lesson plans. Tell me if it sounds coherent.”
The start of the school day proceeds smoothly. Kaveh scans the sea of students as they flutter in, talking loudly and waving to the blonde. “Good morning, Professor,” they all chime as they take their seats, taking the syllabus Kaveh had printed out earlier that morning.
“Please start reading over the syllabus and select a seat. I would like to get started sooner rather than later, if you don’t mind,” she says, handing out the last of the flyers and shutting her door. “My name is Kaveh, and I’m your professor of architectural engineering. We’ll cover topics such as architectural theory, design and history, drafting, and project and site planning.”
Before the door can shut, a final student pushes her way in. “I’m sorry for being late, Professor,” the student says. “I overslept. It won’t happen again.”
“Please don’t let it happen… again,” Kaveh trails off, slowly meeting her gaze, and her stomach drops. She finds herself staring into those same orange-teal eyes. Suddenly, she can’t breathe, her hands shaking as she swallows hard, stepping back. “Al—Al-Haitham?” she whispers.
“Hello, senior,” Al-Haitham says quietly, plucking the syllabus from Kaveh’s trembling hand and brushing her fingers over her soft knuckles. “I was so upset when I didn’t get a chance to get your number. Perhaps faith has brought us together.”
Kaveh can hardly process what’s happening. Her heart slams against her ribs hard, gesturing to the empty seats. “Please sit down and review your syllabus, and I’ll explain what our course entails,” she says hurriedly, rushing to the front of the class and trying to calm her beating heart.
There’s absolutely no way she slept with a student, right? She couldn’t believe that Al-Haitham would lie about her age like this. Shame blankets her, smothering her as she takes a moment to sit down, breathing through her nose slowly. It’s such a shame because Al-Haitham was the best partner Kaveh had ever had, but there’s no way she could consciously flirt with her without feeling that sinking feeling in her gut.
Not that she had a way to contact Al-Haitham beforehand, but if she did!
She explains the course to her students, ignoring how Al-Haitham stares at her with that hungry gaze, shamelessly wanting Kaveh as she sits on the edge of her desk with her legs crossed. “On the back, you’ll find my policy on late work,” Kaveh explains. “I do accept late work. However, I will deduct five points for each day it’s late unless you have a note on why your assignment is late.”
“Is there any way we can earn…. extra credit if we miss an assignment?” Al-Haitham asks.
Kaveh burns, swallowing the lump in her throat. It’s a challenge—Al-Haitham is purposefully teasing her, testing the waters to see how far she can push her limits. “We will discuss that at a later time,” she says, shutting down the conversation. Collecting the papers from her desk, Kaveh hands the stack to the first student and gestures to the rest of her class.
“Please take one of the papers that is coming your way. I want to gauge and see how much you know,” Kaveh explains, pushing up her reading glasses. “Consider this a pop quiz, but please don’t stress out. This will not count towards your grade.”
She still feels jittery, avoiding Al-Haitham’s teasing stare. It’s fine—everything would be fine. She would tell Al-Haitham that they could no longer fool around together, especially because she lied about her age and she was her student. Kaveh could lose her job if the school board finds out about their coupling. Not only that, but people would start to talk and spread rumors around—she could even lose custody of Mehrak.
For now, she’ll ignore their shared moment and maintain a professional relationship with her students.