“Noooooo, master,” she pouted, “but please, I need you to fill me up. I need you soooooo fucking bad, it hurts. My body aches everywhere. I’m on fire for you.”
I grinned before I began to bat my cock along her wet folds, and she moaned each time my tip was close to her spasming, hungry hole. As soon as I guided her body down onto my cock, her rosy lips quivered, and then her golden-green eyes rolled into the back of her head.
“Ohhhhhhh!” We both groaned in unison once we were connected.
“My pussy needs your cock.” She started to roll her hips, and her movements quickly grew more savage and demanding as if she were riding a wild horse.
“How does that feel?” I grinned. “You need my cock to make you feel whole, don’t you?”
“Y-Yes, sir,” Faye whimpered. “You feel soooooo damn gooooood. I need you. I need you forever, Cole. You make me whole.”
I cast another quick glance in Penelope’s direction, and her lips were parted slightly as she stared at us with glassy eyes. I grinned as I turned to look back at Faye, and her freckled, pale breasts bounced as she rode on my dick.
“Ooooooh, Cole, I’m going to cum!” she squealed.
“Not yet,” I growled.
“B-But--” she started, but then I dug my nails deeper into her creamy flesh.
“I said, not yet,” I growled.
“Y-Yes, sir,” she whimpered as she swayed in circles on my cock, and sweat dripped between her breasts and trickled down her stomach.
I was nearing my threshold as she fervently bounced on my dick, and it took all my willpower not to explode inside her. Then her red lips parted open as she moaned and planted her hands on my chest, and her nails dug into my skin as I bucked my hips up and ground deeper into her hot, wet womb. She tossed back her red hair and then squeezed her eyes shut as her walls clenched around my cock.
“Coooooole!” she nearly screamed. “Please, master!”
“Alright,” I drawled. “You can cum now.”
As she came, she screamed out in satisfaction, and her entire body quivered on top of me as if an electric spell had hit her. Hot liquid gushed out of her entrance a moment later, and the sloppy sounds of her fucking me filled the common room as she rode out her climax.
“I’m going to fill you up, Faye,” I grunted as my orgasm matched her own, and then my cock pulsed as it shot a gallon of seed up into her waiting womb. As the redhead’s tight pussy milked me for every drop of sperm, my entire body convulsed with feral pleasure, and I struggled to regain my breath as the room spun around for a minute while our bodies took pleasure from each other.
Her abused pussy was sweltering hot now, and my cum dripped down her soft thighs as she gently pulled herself off me and tried to steady her strenuous breathing. We both splayed out naked in front of the fire, and we were covered in each other’s juices and sweat. The room smelled of sex, and our heavy panting echoed in the room.
When I finally regained my breath, I turned to look at Penelope, and I was surprised to see she was gone. She must have slipped out of the room just after we came, but it didn’t matter. She knew what she was missing, and I was sure she’d be thinking about it for the rest of the night.
“That was amazing,” Faye sighed as she snuggled up next to me. “I’m filled to the brim with your cream. It feels warm and wonderful inside of me. Thank you, master.”
I grinned as I looked down at the red-faced witch, and then I brushed a few wild strands of hair out of her hungry eyes.
“How about we go for another round?” I growled. “But this time, in my bedroom?”
She nodded eagerly and then made a beeline toward the staircase, and I chuckled to myself before I followed the kinky redhead back up to my room.
I planned to fuck her Wicca brains out until sunrise.
Chapter 8
When I woke up, Faye’s warm, naked body was pressed tightly against me, and I could feel her perky nipples poking into my ribcage. She had one pale arm draped over my chest, and Alexander was at the foot of the bed, curled up into a black ball of fur. I chuckled to myself, and I gently pushed a few strands of red hair out of the freckled witch’s face before she began to stir.
“Good morning.” I grinned when her green-gold eyes fluttered open. “How did you sleep?”
“Amazingly,” Faye sighed and smiled in return. “You really wore me out… in the best way possible.”
I leaned down to plant a kiss on her red and slightly swollen lips, and then I smirked.
“As much as I’d like to replay last night,” I drawled as I traced a finger along her back, “I think we’d better get up… class is going to begin soon.”
“I know,” she grumbled and pressed her nude body against me, “but I’d give anything to stay in bed all day.”
“Me, too,” I admitted, “but we have work to do.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” She nodded.
The redhead dramatically yawned and then stretched out her arms before she slowly climbed out of bed. As soon as her feet were planted on the floor, she pulled the red bed sheet off the mattress and wrapped it around herself.
“Red looks good on you.” I grinned. “But naked looks even better.”
“Thanks.” She blushed before she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’ll see you downstairs?”
“Yeah.” I nodded. “I’ll be down in a minute.”
“Thank you for last night, Cole. It was wonderful.” The luscious redhead blew me a quick kiss before she slipped through the door and closed it shut.
Alexander jolted awake from the sudden noise, and then he turned to look at me with squinting red eyes.
What time is it? he asked.
“Why?” I chuckled. “Do you have somewhere to be? A date with Silvia, perhaps?”
Maybe I do, he responded in a feisty tone. Is that such an impossibility?
“No, of course not,” I said with both hands raised in defense. “Excuse the shit out of me.”
Well, whatever, he answered after a moment. It just so happens I don’t have anywhere to be, so I’ll be going back to sleep. Have a good day, and try not to die. I like you.
“I’ll do my best,” I snickered as I pulled the covers off.
I headed over to the velvet chair by the window and found a fresh set of clothing folded neatly. I quickly got dressed and then headed downstairs to meet the others, and as soon as I stepped into the common room, all heads turned to face me. My coven was dressed in their usual black plaid skirts and button-down blouses, and each one, aside from Akira, had their long hair pinned up into neat buns. They were all sitting on one of the couches and eating a hearty breakfast that I assumed Cordelia had laid out for them.
“Good morning, Cole.” Morgana smiled. “I hope you’re ready for today. I sure am.”
“I’m always ready for premonition.” I grinned before I snatched a piece of toast off the table. “It’s my favorite class.”
“I wonder how intensive this course is going to be,” Faye wondered aloud. “You know… considering that premonition is the basis of the final game.”
“Well, it’s Theodora,” Akira said after she swallowed a mouthful of oatmeal. “The woman is brilliant but also bat-shit crazy. I wouldn’t be surprised if she sent us to the nether regions for practice.”
Everyone turned to look at Morgana, but surprisingly, she remained tight-lipped, and her eyes were solely focused on her small plate of breakfast.
“Really?” Vesta chuckled. “Morgana, you’re not going to jump to the headmistress’ defense?”
“There’s a fine line between madness and brilliance,” Morgana said after a long moment. “She has her reasons for pushing us to the limit… and it’s because she believes in us. You should all know that by now.”
“Morgana’s right,” I added before I took a bite out of my toast. “We shouldn’t doubt Theodora… and we shouldn’t insult her… no matter what she puts us through.”
“Yeah,” Akira sighed. “You�
��re both right… I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine,” I said before I shoved the rest of the toast into my mouth. “Anyway, we’d better get going. We can’t be late.”
We quickly finished the remnants of our breakfast and then collected our books, parchment, and quills before we sped out the door and into the hallway. As usual, witches were sprinting through the corridors and trying to get to class before their respective professors arrived. We raced past the Advanced Shadow room where Luna was cursing loudly as pots and cauldrons spilled to the floor, and each one of us chuckled as we ran to the next classroom.
When we opened the door, we all stood paralyzed at the threshold. This chamber was twice as large as any other classroom, and students were wandering through the two-story space with awed expressions plastered on their faces. On the top floor, there were dozens of wooden bookcases filled with hundreds, if not thousands of books. Small goblin-like creatures were climbing on the ladders and rearranging and dusting the books, and they were squealing at each other in other languages as they did so. Above us, large, exotic birds flew across the black iron chandelier, and they were all made up of unusual colors and patterns. I quickly spotted a bright red phoenix with golden feathers perched on top of a bookcase, and his eyes were the color of fire. His gaze was both penetrating and mesmerizing, and as I stared back, I felt as if I were gazing at a hundred different lifetimes.
When I averted my eyes to study the bottom floor, I noticed hundreds of long, sleek black desks, paired with large, purple velvet chairs, and there was also a cauldron placed in the middle of each table. The room was boisterous and chaotic, not only because of the wandering students but because there were books, herbs, quills, and other items floating through the air and bobbing toward three large wooden armoires placed at the back of the room. The objects were arranging themselves on the shelves, while a duster came by and cleaned each one with delicate precision and care.
“Wow,” Morgana gawked as she took a small step forward. “This is my favorite room so far. No contest.”
“You’ve said that before.” Akira smirked.
“She’s right, though,” Faye commented with wide green eyes. “This room is absolutely marvelous… and look at the gnomes, aren't they adorable?”
“The room is bursting with so much life,” Vesta gasped. “I love it.”
“Why, thank you,” a familiar voice said from behind us. “I spent quite a bit of time decorating.”
We whipped around, and Theodora was standing there with her hands folded neatly in front of her. This morning, she was wearing a blood-red gown with a lace collar and leather black gloves. Her dark hair was pinned back with a large, raven-skull bone pin, and she was wearing a pair of small, gold earrings with a ruby stone embedded in their centers.
“Oh, Headmistress!” Morgana gasped before she placed a hand on her chest. “We were just admiring your magnificent classroom.”
“Well, I’m sure you can appreciate it from your desk,” Theodora replied with a small smile. “Come on, now. We have work to do.”
We muttered our agreements before we took our places at a desk by the front of the room. As soon as we sat down, Penelope and her group waltzed inside, and when the bright-haired witch glanced in my direction, she turned tomato red and then snapped her head around. Since they were the last students to arrive, though, they were forced to take a seat at a table next to ours, and Penelope refused to even glance our way as she unpacked her belongings.
“What’s her problem?” Akira asked as she nudged me. “Bad hangover, perhaps?”
“I don’t think that’s it,” I replied with a dark chuckle. “Don’t worry about it.”
Akira shrugged and then proceeded to open her textbook, but as soon as she did, the book furiously snapped shut.
“What the fuck?” she muttered.
The short-haired witch attempted to open the book again, but it refused to budge. She then slammed the book on her desk and stared hopelessly at the rest of us, and we all did our best not to laugh at her distraught face.
“Having trouble there?” Vesta teased as her silver eyes sparkled.
“Shut up,” Akira growled. “Why don’t you try and open yours?”
Vesta shrugged, but as she tried to pry her own book open, the pages stitched together, and no matter how hard she tried to pull them apart, it was useless.
I quickly glanced in Theodora’s direction, and she was staring right at our table with a small smirk plastered on her beautiful face.
“There’s no point trying to open it, ladies,” the older witch called out.
Vesta and Akira immediately stopped trying to open their books, and they turned their attention back to the headmistress. Their faces were flushed a bright pink as they slowly placed the stubborn books back on the table, and I stifled a snicker.
“Why is that, Headmistress?” Morgana asked.
“Because I want to test your knowledge before you flip to the answer,” Theodora replied in a relaxed tone. “Now, who can tell me what the four levels of psychic abilities are? By now, you should know them by heart.”
As predicted, Morgana’s hand shot up into the air as quickly as a bolt of lightning, and she strained herself as she reached as high as she could.
“I know, pick me,” she muttered under her breath. “Pick me.”
“Yes, Miss Morgana?” Theodora asked in an amused tone. “You seem to be the only one who knows the answer, anyway.”
“There is apportation, which is the ability to teleport and manipulate objects with one’s mind, and then there’s telepathy, which is the gift of mind-reading,” Morgana recited as she dropped her hand. “Telesthesia is the third one, and that’s the ability to see threats and obstacles beforehand… and finally, there’s psychoscopy, which is the most difficult one.”
“And that is?” Theodora asked with her head tilted to the side.
“The ability to obtain information from someone through touch,” the bookish brunette replied. “It was often used by highly skilled Wicca to obtain information from enemies.”
“Excellent, Miss Morgana.” Theodora grinned with pride. “Now, not every witch is born with a natural talent for these skills, and that’s alright. It’s all about the strength that courses through your veins, so do not fret if you experience difficulties. It just takes time and an immense amount of patience.”
I heard Morgana gulp, and I knew the dedicated bookworm would rather die than disappoint the headmistress.
The rest of the class fell silent as Theodora slowly paced around the classroom and then stared at each student. Finally, she stopped at the back of the room, and without uttering a word, she waved her hand in the air. Then all the birds flew into their cages at once, and when the pens locked behind them, Theodora glanced at Penelope’s table.
“Beatrix, can you tell me what skill I just used?” she asked in a sweet tone.
“Apportation?” Beatrix responded in a small voice.
“Excellent,” Theodora said as she clasped her hands together, “and that’s the first skill we’ll be practicing today. Now, who’s ready?”
When no one responded, Theodora tossed her hands into the air and then chuckled. “Well, it doesn’t matter if you’re ready or not. You have no choice. Now, the first thing I want you to do is open your books to page nine-hundred-and-forty-three.”
As people began to reach for their books, Theodora clapped loudly, and then everyone’s heads whipped back in her direction.
“Not with your hands!” she sighed impatiently. “With your minds… you’ll need to focus all your determination and willpower into this simple task, and when your mind is free from all doubt, you will recite the incantation ‘motus,’ in your head, of course. Understood?”
Everyone nodded in agreement and then narrowed their eyes on the book, and I took in a slow, deep breath as I focused on the pages.
Motus.
Then I pictured the thick, creamy sheets of parchment turning in my mind until
they landed on page nine-hundred-and-forty-three. As I stared at the book, my brain felt like it was going to split open, and even though the pain made my eyes sting and water, the book began to shake on the desk. After a moment, the pages started to flutter open, and a smile broke across my face. When the book finally landed on the correct page, Theodora clapped her hands and then grinned at me.
“See class?” she asked. “Cole’s done it… all you need to do is focus. Well done, Cole.”
I nodded in gratitude and then studied the page. There was a beautiful sketch of a woman with bright eyes and long, dark hair that reached her toes, and she was holding a small glowing orb while birds flew around her head like a crown. When I turned my attention back to my coven, all of them were red in the face, and there were frustrated tears in the corners of their eyes as they fought to open their books.
“Broom fucker,” Akira growled. “Why won’t it work?”
“Just free your mind,” I whispered. “You’re all overthinking it… and you’re concerned you’ll disappoint the headmistress.”
“Not only her,” Morgana added in a small voice. “We don’t want to disappoint you, either.”
“That would be a fate worse than anything,” Vesta remarked with her silver eyes lowered.
“Don’t worry about disappointing me.” I winked. “You are mine, and I’m proud of you. I know you four are powerful. Just do it.”
My women all flushed a deep shade of crimson before they smiled, and I knew all they needed was a little bit of encouragement.
“Alright, fuck it.” Akira smirked. “Let’s try it again and not give up until we get it.”
The witches all focused their attention on the textbooks, and their eyes never left the objects, even when they trembled and struggled to keep focus. Finally, Morgana’s textbook flipped open and then landed on the correct page, and a moment later, so did Faye’s, Vesta’s, and Akira’s.
“We did it!” Faye squealed.
“I told you,” I answered as I leaned back in my chair. “All you needed to do was believe in yourselves.”
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