Chapter 60 : First Meeting as a Concubine (Part 1)
New York, Manhattan, ESU – Alex's POV
Monday moved with an almost automatic rhythm — the kind of day where everything unfolded exactly the way I expected it to.
I kept the Void active from the moment I woke up. With it, the world felt clean, structured, free of noise. Tasks that would normally require focus became effortless sequences. The morning slipped by while I finalized the last technical elements for Minecraft's release: stability passes, website checks, payment system verifications, download automation scripts… nothing left to chance, nothing rushed.
Classes at ESU filled most of the day. Lectures, labs, group discussions — all filtered through the calm focus the Void gave me. I took notes, answered questions, kept up with everything without effort. The hours passed quickly, cleanly, one task folding into the next.
When the final class ended, I grabbed my bag and headed across campus to the rehearsal space. The Mary Janes had booked a small studio for the late afternoon, and I found Gwen and MJ already setting up — Gwen tuning her bass, MJ adjusting the mic stand with her usual chaotic precision.
"Alex!" MJ called out, bright and warm. "Sit. Don't pretend you're not staying for the whole thing."
Gwen shot me that smile — the one just for me — before crossing the room and brushing a quick kiss against my cheek.
The Void stayed active.
But around them, it didn't matter.
The warmth was still there.
I settled onto the worn couch along the wall. They started their run-through, and the room filled with sound — Gwen's steady bass line, MJ's voice rising with that raw, electric confidence that fit her perfectly. Between songs, they tossed me jokes, asked for opinions, pulled me into their rhythm.
For a little while, the world felt… easy.
Rehearsal wrapped while the sun was still hanging low, the sky tinted gold. Gwen walked with me part of the way, her fingers brushing mine now and then — light touches that still managed to hit deeper than they should. MJ hugged me hard, smelling faintly of hairspray and coffee, telling me to text her when I got home.
May should already be home by now.
Peter was out for the night.
And she'd asked me — clearly, deliberately — to come.
I left the house quietly, the cool late-afternoon air sliding across my skin as I walked the familiar route to the Parker apartment. Shadows stretched long across the sidewalks, but the world was still bright — the kind of light that softens everything without letting the day go just yet.
Each step settled something in me.
Focused me.
Tightened that slow, coiling anticipation low in my chest.
I climbed the stairs, reached the hallway…
And stopped in front of the Parker apartment door.
It was unlocked — just like she'd said it would be.
That detail alone sent a faint, electric hum through my nerves.
My hand closed around the cool brass knob. A simple twist, a soft click, and I stepped inside.
The place was quiet, washed in the warm, natural light spilling through the living room windows. The sun, low but still present, cast soft golden beams across the furniture. The air smelled faintly of lemons… and something warmer, richer.
Her.
"May?" I called out, my voice sounding just a little too loud in the stillness of the apartment.
"Back here," her voice floated down the hall, a soft, melodic pull. It came from her bedroom.
I followed it, each step on the creaking floorboards a drumbeat in the quiet apartment. Her door was ajar. I pushed it open.
And there she was.
She was standing by the foot of her bed, bathed in the golden hour light. The sight of her hit me like a physical blow. May Parker, the sweet, nurturing aunt next door, was wrapped in a set of crimson lace that left almost nothing to the imagination. The lingerie was a intricate web of dark red against her skin, cupping her full, incredible tits, pushing them up and together, creating a deep, tantalizing valley I ached to bury my face in. The matching bottoms were just a thin, fragile triangle of lace, a mere suggestion covering her pussy, tied with little bows on her hips. Her legs seemed to go on forever, toned and smooth, leading up to the sweet curve of her ass. Her brown hair was down, framing a face that was equal parts nervous excitement and raw, hungry desire.
"God damn, May," I breathed, the words leaving me in a rush.
A pretty blush crept up her neck. "You like?"
"Like isn't the word." I stepped into the room, closing the door behind me with a soft click. The sound felt final. We were alone. Completely. "You look like a wet dream I'd have right before I wake up with my dick trying to punch through my mattress."
She bit her lower lip, a gesture that sent a jolt of pure lust straight to my cock. "I wanted our first time alone to be… memorable."
"Oh, it will be." I was in front of her now, close enough to smell her perfume, something floral and expensive. I didn't touch her. Not yet. I just let my eyes devour her. "Peter is at Ned's all evening, right?"
She nodded, her eyes wide, locked on mine. "He won't be back until late."
"Good." I let a slow, wicked grin spread across my face. I reached out, not for her body, but for one of the delicate ribbons on her hip. I tugged it, just enough to make her gasp. "What do you think he'd do if he walked in right now? If he saw his sweet Aunt May dressed like a fucking wet dream for the neighbor?"
A shudder ran through her. "Alex..."
"Tell me," I insisted, my voice dropping to a low growl. "What would he see? His respected aunt on her knees? His only family with her mouth stuffed full of my cock?"
"Oh, god…" she moaned, her eyes fluttering closed for a second. The idea, the sheer taboo of it, was making her wet; I could see the faint dampness already darkening the red lace between her legs.
"That's it," I murmured. I finally let my hands settle on her hips, pulling her hard against me. My erection, already a thick, aching bulge in my jeans, pressed insistently against her stomach. "He'd hear the sounds, May. The wet, sloppy sounds your mouth makes when you're sucking me off. Glrk, slorp, gulp. He'd hear you choking on it, struggling to take all of me."
A desperate, keening whine escaped her throat. She was melting against me, her hands coming up to clutch at my shoulders.
"Get on your knees," I commanded, my tone leaving no room for argument.
She sank down immediately, her movements fluid and eager. She looked up at me from the floor, her eyes dark with submission and need. Her fingers worked at my belt buckle with a practiced urgency I wouldn't have guessed she possessed. The button popped, the zipper hissed down, and she yanked my jeans and boxers down to my thighs in one fierce movement.
My cock sprang free, thick and heavy and already dripping for her. Her eyes went wide with a mixture of awe and lust.
"It's so big," she whispered, her hot breath washing over the sensitive head. "It never gets easier to believe."
"Open up, May," I ordered, fisting a hand in her soft hair. "Show me how happy you are to see me."
Her lips parted, and she leaned forward, her tongue snaking out to give one long, flat lick from my balls all the way up the throbbing underside to the tip. Slllurp. A jolt of electric pleasure shot up my spine. Then she took me into the wet, incredible heat of her mouth.
Her head began to bob, slowly at first, then with increasing hunger. She took me deep, her throat opening up to accept my length with a low, guttural glrk every time I hit the back. My grip tightened in her hair, guiding her pace, fucking her face in a steady, rhythmic motion. The sounds were obscene, perfect. The wet slosh of her saliva, the pop as she came off the tip, the desperate hnnng sounds she made through her nose as she fought for air.
"You're such a natural cocksucker, May," I grunted, looking down at her. A string of spit connected her lips to my shaft, glistening in the light. "You were made for this. Made to be on your knees serving a hard dick. Suck it. Get it nice and wet for your pussy."
She moaned around my length, the vibration rippling through my shaft and straight to my core, nearly making me lose it right then and there. Her hands gripped my ass with a desperate urgency, fingers digging into my flesh as she pulled me even deeper, taking every inch of me until my pubes brushed against her nose. She held me there, her throat fluttering wildly around the head of my cock, her gag reflex completely gone as she surrendered to the sensation. I could feel the first unmistakable twitch in my balls, the pressure building like a dam about to burst.
"I'm gonna come, May," I warned her, my voice strained and thick with lust. "I'm gonna fucking unload right down your greedy throat. And you're gonna swallow every. Last. Drop."
Her eyes met mine, pleading, hungry, and eager. The look of pure need on her face was enough to send another jolt of heat through me. She didn't hesitate—her head became a blur of motion, bobbing up and down with a frenzied rhythm, her lips tightening around me, her tongue working the underside of my shaft with practiced precision. The sounds were obscenely perfect—wet, sloppy slurps and gurgles as she took me deep, her throat opening and closing around me like a velvet glove.
That was all it took. With a guttural roar that I barely managed to stifle, I came. My hips jerked forward uncontrollably, driving my cock as deep as it would go into her mouth as the first powerful spurt shot directly down her esophagus. Splurt. She swallowed convulsively, but I was pumping out too much, too fast. Thick, hot ropes of cum fired into her mouth, splashing against her tongue, filling her cheeks, and spilling over into her throat. Splurt. Splortch. Some of it escaped from the corners of her lips, painting white trails down her chin as she struggled to keep up, gulping frantically. Gulp. Glrk. Swallow.
I growled low in my chest, my hands tightening in her hair as I forced her to take every drop. "That's it, May," I rasped, my voice hoarse with pleasure. "Swallow it all. You wanted this, didn't you? Wanted to feel me explode in your mouth like this. You're such a good little cocksucker, taking it all like a greedy slut."
She whimpered around my length, her throat working overtime to swallow everything I had. Her eyes were wide, almost dazed, but there was a satisfaction there too—a pride in knowing she had done this to me. As the last pulse of my orgasm subsided, I pulled back slowly, my cock sliding out of her lips with a wet, lingering shlllip. She knelt there, panting, her lips glistening with a mix of saliva and my cum, her chin still streaked with white.
"Clean yourself up," I ordered, my tone commanding yet laced with a hint of admiration for how well she had taken me.
Her tongue darted out obediently, licking her lips and then running along her chin to collect every trace of my release. She looked up at me with those big, doe eyes, a blissful sigh escaping her as she finished. "Mmm… you taste so good," she murmured, her voice husky and filled with satisfaction.
I nodded, a slow, wicked grin spreading across my face. "Good girl," I said, reaching down to cup her cheek.
"Now get on the bed," I growled, pulling her up by her arms. She obeyed without hesitation, her body trembling with anticipation as she crawled onto the mattress. I followed her, my eyes locked on hers, my hands already itching to touch her. "We're far from done, May."
She lay back, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her crimson lingerie a stark contrast against her flushed skin. I knelt beside her, my fingers tracing the delicate lace that hugged her curves. Her breath hitched as my touch dipped lower, skimming over the thin fabric that barely covered her pussy.
"Alex..." she whispered, her voice a mix of need and impatience.
"Patience," I murmured, my tone teasing but firm. I started at her hips, unhooking the tiny bows one by one. Each ribbon loosened with a soft rustle, and I could see the way her body tensed, waiting for the next touch, the next reveal. My hands moved upward, sliding the straps of the lingerie down her shoulders with agonizing slowness. The fabric pooled around her waist, leaving her breasts exposed, her nipples already hard and begging for attention.
"You're so fucking beautiful," I said, my voice thick with desire. I leaned down, my lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck, trailing kisses down to her collarbone. She arched into me, her hands gripping my shoulders, her nails digging in lightly.
"Please," she whimpered, her hips rocking slightly, desperate for more contact.
I took my time, savoring every moment, every reaction from her. I finally slid the lace down her legs, leaving her completely bare beneath me. Her body was a masterpiece, every curve and line designed to drive me wild. My hands roamed over her, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples just hard enough to make her gasp, then traveling lower to tease the soft skin of her inner thighs.
"Alex, I need you," she begged, her voice breaking with urgency.
I grinned wickedly, positioning myself between her legs. "You'll get exactly what you need," I promised, my eyes locking with hers. "But first, I'm going to take my time."
Her response was a moan of both frustration and delight as I finally gave in to the tension I'd been building, my mouth finding her in a way that left her trembling beneath me.
I kissed my way down her stomach, her hips bucking beneath me. I hooked her legs over my shoulders, spreading her wide open for me. Her pussy was glistening, swollen, her folds already parted and begging. I didn't tease. I drove my tongue into her core, a long, flat stroke from her asshole to her clit. Slllarup.
She screamed, her back arching off the bed. "YES! ALEX! RIGHT THERE!"
I ate her like a man starved, my tongue fucking deep into her cunt, slurping at her juices, then circling her throbbing clit. Lick. Suck. Flick. The sounds were filthy, wet, and loud. Her heels dug into my back, her fingers clawed at the sheets. I could feel her getting close, her whole body tensing.
"Come for me, May," I mumbled against her soaked flesh, fucking her with two fingers now, curling them to find that spot inside her that made her see stars. "Squirt all over my face. Let me taste it."
The command shattered her. Her orgasm ripped through her with a guttural shriek. "FUUUCK! I'M COMING! I'M COMIIING!" A hot gush of her release hit my tongue, squirting out around my fingers as her body convulsed uncontrollably. Splash. Gush. I drank it down, lapping at her until she was a trembling, oversensitive mess, pushing weakly at my head.
I crawled up her body, lining my rock-hard cock up with her dripping entrance. I paused, the broad head resting against her soaked folds. I looked down into her hazy, pleasure-drunk eyes.
"What if he heard that, May?" I whispered, my voice dangerously low. "What if Peter was standing right outside that door, listening to his aunt scream like a fucking whore while she came on another man's tongue?"
The obscene fantasy made her clench around nothing, a fresh wave of wetness coating my tip. "He'd know," she panted, her eyes wild. "He'd know what a slut I am for you."
"Damn right he would," I growled.
And I slammed my entire fucking length into her in one brutal, deep thrust.
She screamed again, a raw, torn sound of pure ecstasy as her tight cunt stretched to accommodate my girth. "OH GOD! IT'S SO DEEP! ALEX! FUCK!"
I didn't give her a second to adjust. I pulled out almost all the way and drove back in, setting a punishing, animalistic rhythm. The bed slammed against the wall with every thrust. Thump. Thump. Thump. The sound of our bodies meeting, skin slapping against skin, filled the room. Smack. Smack. Smack. I manhandled her, flipping her onto her hands and knees without ever slipping out, grabbing her hips to hold her steady as I pounded into her from behind.
"You take my cock so fucking good, May," I grunted, watching my length disappear into her over and over. "This perfect, tight auntie pussy was made for me to fuck."
"YES! USE ME! I'M YOURS! YOUR CONCUBINE! YOUR WHORE!" she screamed into the mattress, her words muffled by the sheets. "FUCK ME HARDER! BREAK ME! PLEASE!"
I gave her exactly what she begged for. My thrusts became harder, deeper, more frantic. I could feel my second orgasm building, a typhoon of pleasure gathering in my balls. I reached around, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing rough, tight circles.
"Come with me, May," I demanded, my voice a harsh rasp. "Come all over my cock one more time. I'm gonna fill this greedy cunt up. Gonna pump you so full of my cum."
The combination of my words, my fingers, and the relentless pounding of my dick pushed her over the edge instantly. She came with a soundless scream, her entire body seizing up, her pussy clamping down on me like a vise, milking me, pulling the orgasm from my very soul.
I couldn't hold back. With a final, brutal thrust, I buried myself to the hilt and erupted inside her. SPLOOSH. GUSH. It was a torrent, a flood of hot seed spilling deep into her womb, rope after rope after rope. Splurt. Splurt. Splurt. I groaned, my vision going white at the edges as I emptied everything I had into her clutching, perfect heat.