Aegon managed to find a way to put himself home, after his balls dropped that is.

The door creaked open to someone he wasn't prepared to see just yet.

"Diane!" His eyes peeled out as soon as he saw her. "What are you still doing up?"

"Oh my God!" She shot up from the couch and ran to him. "What happened to you man?"

She swung his arm over her, forcing him to rely on her as she guided him to the couch.

She checked the injuries on his face, holding him firm on the cheeks and nudging left and right. "Who did this Aegon?"

"No one." He winced as he sat down, legs wide open and head tilted back until he faced the dark living room ceiling.

She didn't say anything, Diane just stood, arms folded and glaring at him. "Who did this Aegon?" She said more firmly.

He brought his head back to her. "Just some school drama okay?" He strained to get more comfortable.

She walked away. Only to return a minute later with a wet drag and bowl of water. "Get up and take off your top."

"What?!" He said, startled.

She rolled her eyes and gestured to the bowl of water and the drag. "I have to clean up your bruises."

He obliged. Groaning on the way up he raised his arms as Diane lifted the material until it was over his head.

Somewhere in the middle she froze for a second, as the shirt crossed over his lips and stopped at the ridge of his nose.

Even if it was only for a microsecond, the closeness alone was tempting.

Soon after the top was discarded to the floor as Aegon stood chest bare before her.

"Fuck!" She snapped. Tracing her hands over the reddened skin and some things that looked too broken to ignore. "Did someone jump you?"

With her hands running over his back, light and igniting a sensation too untoward for what was a polite gesture.

He glanced over his shoulders and forced a smile. "Nahh. Just some school stuff."

She bent to get the rag. Dipped it in water. And turned his around.

She slowly began dabbing his bruises in it. Cleaning what she hoped wasn't, but what was undeniably, dried blood.

She stopped for a second as she reached the ridge in his chest. "Aegon?"

'Oh no.' He'd been trying so hard to avoid her eyes, knowing that control was being toyed with. "Yeah?" He brought his head down.

"Why don't you stop and come home?" Her voice genuinely worried. "You have a safe home, you'll be taken care of for the rest of your life... so, why put yourself through this?"

His mind had no lie to give her. It just wasn't that easy, he wasn't offered a choice like others, he had to keep getting stronger if he was going to reach Paragon.

Instead he lied. "No one here wants me. My mom's gone and my dad's been on a work trip for as long as I can remember—"

"I want you." She said without thinking, making her look away from him. "I'm an awakened too y'know, so I don't get why you'd keep doing this when you don't have to."

He held her arms on his chest. "This is just something I have to do." He said finally.

She sighed. "Then this is something I just have to do too."

She stood on her toes. In one violent motion, she seized Aegon and crushed her mouth against his. The kiss was need, a brutal collision of lips and teeth, his tongue invading her.

Diane melted into him. Her hands were already at his waist, fingers fumbling eagerly with his belt buckle.

She didn't dare give him time to think, to recoil, to remember she was his maid. No—this was her moment, and she wasn't letting him crawl back to morality.

The metallic clink of the belt filled the air. She tore the zipper down, her lips curving mischievously against his mouth.

Breaking the kiss, Diane looked at him, her eyes glinting with victory. Then she sank to her knees in front of him.

Maybe... just maybe, if she showed him how much she meant then he wouldn't leave.

"Christ," Aegon muttered, shoving his fingers into her silver hair, gripping it hard.

His cock sprang free, flushed at the tip. He shoved himself against her lips, and when she parted them with a soft gasp, he thrust inside, groaning as the wet heat of her mouth wrapped around him.

"Fuck, Diane," he groaned out, his hips snapping forward brutally. The world around them had quickly vanished.

Or maybe that was what made it better, they were in the living room of a house where anyone could walk in, yet it didn't matter.

"Oh my God!" His hand tightened in her hair, forcing her to take him deeper.

Diane gagged around him, tears springing to her eyes. She moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him groan louder, his hips driving harder.

She clutched at his thighs, nails digging into denim as she tried to steady herself.

He yanked her head back just enough to see her lips stretched around him, spit glistening on her chin. The sight nearly undid him.

Her eyes met his with a sick smile, as if to say, I'll take it all.

Diane's hands slid higher, cupping his ass, pulling him closer, urging him deeper. She hummed around him, and his knees nearly buckled.

His muttered obscenities turned into a broken rhythm of curses and praise, his body betraying just how close he was to losing control.

Aegon yanked her head back, pulling his cock from her mouth with a wet pop. Diane coughed, spit dripping down her chin, strands of saliva connecting her lips to the flushed tip of him.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. But she just remained there, waiting for his next command.

With a rough groan, Aegon grabbed her arm and hauled her up off her knees. She squealed in surprise, stumbling against the couch, but he spun her around and shoved her over the armrest. His hand landed hard on her ass.

"Goddamn you," he muttered, fumbling with her pants, yanking it down around her thighs. Her panties clung to her. He hooked his fingers into the fabric, pulling them down in one quick motion.

He bent close to her, enough for every whisper to be a vibration. "We're not done yet."

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