Death of an Executioner – Pierce the Veil

After diving into the more imagery focus of mature themes, I want to start a new series that is much more smutty.

Blood

Blossom's pencil screeched over the paper. The mistake erased more as the result of her aggression rather than her vigor. Brick relaxed his legs, waiting for her to finish her sweeping of his paper. His legs were spread open and Blossom's eyes no longer aligned with the paper. She knew in which direction her eyes stuck onto but he had no idea. He was too busy messing with the baseball cap in his hands. His arms dropped into the space between his legs and he leaned forward. Blossom refocused on the paper after realizing he was watching her.

"You done?"

She was sounding more bothered than what he looked as he saw her tense up, "You made all these mistakes even though we went over it all for hours, yesterday!"

He leaned back and relaxed again but came off annoyed, "I made some changes. Some of those have got to be right."

"They're not, though. I told you that you can only use this formula for these types of problems, not for this one! It's like you weren't even paying attention to me!"

Brick spit out a chuckle, "I was."

She flipped the page over to review the next one, irritated, "I beg to differ. You were probably dozing off like you normally do in class."

"I was paying attention," he hit the paper with his hand and made her snap her neck to look at him. Her eyes were flames cackling into a dying smoke. He smirked and brought his eyes back up to her face, "To you."

"Brick, stop it." She may have sounded certain.

He grabbed her hand, "Do you really want me to?"

Her hand loosened then tightened up on the fabric of his jeans. She had surely sounded certain. He didn't hold her hand where it stayed, rubbed, and gripped. Her sighing was making him hard and she was moving her hand along his growing cock.

"We have to study." Maybe this time, she sounded certain enough for him.

He stopped her hand, "Then let's study."

Her panties felt different as she shifted properly back in her seat. Brick made the paper the only part of the room visible to him. Blossom's hands came up to her tits. Brick focused on the paper. She was going over that problem he got wrong while sounding certain she was approaching it right.

"Blossom," he interrupted her lesson, "Just let me fuck you."

Her lips were moist, in both areas. He could see her reapply the moisture onto her lips after she pressed them together then bit down on them. Even under her skirt, she couldn't hide her wetness from him. He knew how she became during these lessons. She knew exactly why he got those questions wrong. He would retake the test, it was allowed. He would pass it the second time because he knew all the right answers.

He wouldn't be here if he passed it the first time. She knew this.

"Don't tease me by touching your tits in front of me. What I'd do to your tits if you let me do it for you."

She began to unbutton her blouse. His eyes continued to watch her as she sat in front of him, bra-less. Her hands held her unsupported breasts, barely covering them as much as her bra did. He watched her nipples become erect, sensitive points she pinched in between her fingertips. Brick needed to release his hard cock from his jeans as she climbed onto the desk and became the center of the room.

The real lesson had now begun. He paid attention to her hands as they moved from her tits down to her skirt, sliding in between her open legs. She was wearing such little cloth it was hard to consider it underwear. She moved the fabric string to the side, considerate of his view of her before she covered herself with her hand. All he could see now was how deep her fingers lost themselves in her pink flesh that dripped and lubricated her other erotic hole.

He touched himself at the pace she taught him to by how fast her fingers dipped in and out of her juicy, bare pussy. The head of his cock swelled and he was throbbing in his hand. She seen him lose his focus on her for a moment. That white, desirable fluid of his covered his head and stimulated her even more. She came off the desk and on her knees she crawled to him.

She used his legs as leverage to come off the floor and take him in her mouth. That creamy fluid stuck onto her tongue she let as much of it down her throat as she could lap up. He knew not to touch her, no matter how exposed she was in front of him. The bobbing of her head had aroused heat in him before he could cool off. He was transfixed into her mouth and reached the back of her throat.

He heard her gag as she always did and her face burned red with the struggle of pleasing him in one mouthful. She enjoyed it as much as he did. She wouldn't give up even if he could barely fit in the space in her mouth, not unless she had him at the edge of his seat. Every last droplet he could give her, she swallowed.

She left him clean and made her way over to the desk, "Brick, I have a new lesson for you. So pay attention because there's no remakes for this one."

As she sat, pieces of her clothes that lead to her nude figure with legs open on the desk, she transitioned from erotic to beautiful in front of him. The flames spread wildly in her eyes. He was on his way over to her, fully participating in this lesson she was starting.

Once in reach, she grabbed his hand, "Touch me."

His hands were on her tits. His mouth dove down upon them, hungrily. Her thighs were gripped and he pulled her to the edge of the desk, lowering down to his knees for her. He learned how to replace her fingers with his tongue and how to pull and squeeze her nipples with his fingers. There were no mistakes he made. He had studied her for hours before. In a class of many, Brick was her favorite, only he could partake in the lessons she gave.

These were private, custom sessions that had changed depending on what needed to be met or reviewed. Including what needed to be introduced. Blossom had tried to save this lesson for a real love, but somewhere along the way, she had found that Brick was harder to forget than she initially thought since the first lesson. She wanted to feel his hands. She wanted to lose herself to him, completely.

She twitched against his mouth, "Fuck me!"

It came out of her without a thought. Brick was above her now facing her. Her mouth trembled and her body shook. She may have sounded certain.

"Do you really want me to?" he sounded certain.

Blossom looked deeply up at him, "I want to be yours."

He poked her, grazed her, and stared at her all while doing so. She was beautiful. She was his. She sounded as certain as ever that she was his. He drilled past the boundary of her purity. Coated with the redness of the loss of her innocence, he held her to him. Blossom held onto him, realizing that the sensation of him would be forever unforgettable.

She was tight, brand new, and far from anything he dreamed she would be. He never needed a tutor. All he needed was her. He had to have her before they graduated and fell back into their roles in society.

Now he had her nearing the completion of climax. Her body contracted every muscle. He felt her become an inescapable cage around him, closing him in after one final push. His breath stuck at the peak of his throat and he let out all he had into her, until he became emptied of semen.

He pulled out and could see the blood on his penis as he said, "You're all fucking mine, Blossom."

She was pressed into a hard yet tender kiss with him. After their kiss, she said, "This would've happened if you had just said that in the beginning. I pay attention, you know."