Kora parted her lips, tongue darting out as he fed his cock into her mouth. She sucked greedily, tasting herself on him, while his hand pumped the base. He face-fucked her shallowly, grunting, before pulling back. With a final groan, he stroked himself to completion, hot ropes of cum splattering her breasts and stomach.
He didn't help her clean up. Just wiped his cock on her thigh and dressed.
Kora lay there, spent and sticky, a bitter smile forming. It was done. The academy was hers.
Vaelith had been rough. Impersonal. Used her body with mechanical efficiency, taking what he wanted without care for her experience. It had hurt—physically, emotionally, spiritually. He hadn't cared.
When it was finished, he'd provided a clean cloth and pointed to her scattered clothing.
"Your name will be on the list," he'd said, already returning to his paperwork. "Congratulations on your selection, Private Kora. You've earned it."
The words had been acid.
Earned it.
