Fae Trials: A Paranormal Academy Bully Romance (Royal Fae Academy Book 1)

by Sofia Daniel

  His panting breaths fanned across my sex, making me cry out for his touch.

  When nothing happened, I raised my head and twisted around. “What are you doing?”

  “Looking at your pretty little wings,” he said. “Did you know they’re the same color as the wings on your back?”

  Heat flooded my cheeks, and I placed his cock back into my mouth to avoid having to answer. It wasn’t every day that I checked my labia, but I had honestly thought that the new wings and glossy blonde locks were the extent of my transformation.

  Sliding his dick further down my throat, I rolled his balls between my fingers, making him buck his hips.

  “You’re an amazing sword swallower,” he groaned.

  Before I could laugh, something wet and hot and pliant slid a slow path up my slit, making jolts of ecstasy zing up my core. With a surprised yowl, I raised my hips off Prince Rory’s tongue, only for him to grab me by the ass and hold me in place.

  “You’re not going anywhere until you’ve covered my face with your juices.”

  I moaned around my mouthful at his dirty words and the eager, flicking tongue that lapped relentlessly at my clit. My head spun with pleasure. This was my first sixty-nine, and I couldn’t believe Elijah and I hadn’t tried something as intense as this.

  Prince Rory continued licking and stroking my clit, occasionally pausing to run a circle over my opening with the pad of his thumb. I shoved my hips back, silently urging him to slip that finger into my hole, but each time, he pulled away. Maybe he wanted me to beg for it, but my mouth was too full of his huge prick.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured into my folds. “Gorgeous and delicious.”

  A whimper reverberated in the back of my throat. If only he knew I was the lowly human he’d nearly knocked over with the drake… Shoving away thoughts of that incident, I bobbed my head up and down his shaft.

  “I thought you’d be frightened like the other girls, but you love cock, don’t you?” He wrapped his lips around my pulsing clit and sucked.

  All the pleasure building up around my nub reached a point where everything stilled. My muscles froze, my breath stopped, and my core stopped twitching. For the longest moment, it was just my clit and the mouth sucking on it without mercy.

  Then a hard swipe of his tongue pushed me over the edge, and I tumbled down a precipice of pleasure, free-falling amid currents of ecstasy that battered me from all sides. I cried out, but the huge penis in my throat muffled the sound.

  “Unity,” he groaned. “I love the way you’re cumming over my face.” His eager tongue lapped at my folds, making me wonder if this faerie body was also capable of ejaculation.

  My limbs shook, and the hand around the base of his shaft fell onto the cushions to keep me steady. Prince Rory was still hot, still hard, still needing to cum, but he’d already drained every ounce of my energy.

  As I lay on top of him with his dick in my mouth, he rocked his hips back and forth, sliding his length in and out. I hollowed my cheeks to create a vacuum that made him moan.

  “Mmmmm.” He lapped at my folds, which still fluttered in unison with my twitching core.

  Moaning, I lashed my tongue around the dick plunging in and out of my mouth until his muscles stiffened, and his cock swelled. With a growl, he released jet after jet of cum. As much as I tried to swallow, it dribbled down my mouth.

  Prince Rory muttered something under his breath, making my eyelids heavy. After lifting me off his spent dick, he laid me on the chaise and pressed a kiss on my forehead.

  I tried to ask him what was happening, but the most pleasurable fatigue dragged me down to sleep.

  Chapter 18

  I’m not sure how much time passed, but I awoke to the sound of two girls exchanging hushed words. My body sank into a soft mattress, still relaxed and sated from my encounter with Prince Rory, but the whispering made my skin itch.

  What if the Fated had followed Helen and me to the Mound? What if they’d lain in wait for Prince Rory to leave before attacking?

  Slowing my breathing and keeping my body still, I cracked an eye open. The beds opposite with trunks at their feet, told me I was in the remedial dormitory, but who had taken me back? I strained to listen.

  “But she’s not ready,” whispered a harsh voice that I recognized as Flora’s.

  The other person sighed. “But if she misses this trial—”

  “Then blame whoever put her to sleep!” Flora snapped.

  Relief flooded my system as I recognized Helen’s voice. I pulled myself up and blinked the sleep out of my eyes. “What’s going on?”

  Helen and Flora stood by the tall window at the far right of the room. A chink of sunlight from the drawn curtains created a halo around Helen’s orange hair.

  Helen rubbed the back of her neck. “Prince August just announced that the next trial will start after classes.”

  A yawn tore from my lips, and I clapped my hand over my mouth. “Sorry… What time is it now?”

  Flora placed her hands on her hips. “An hour before classes end.”

  Panic jolted through my heart, and I bolted out of bed. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

  “We tried.” Helen spread her arms wide. “But someone put you in an enchanted sleep.”

  I stared down at my long, silk nightgown. “That would be Prince Rory. He cornered me in the blacksmiths.”

  “Oh.” Helen crossed the room with Flora at her heels. “He must have sent the elves who told me where to find you and arranged the carriage that brought us back to the academy.”

  “He did?” I walked around to my closet and opened its door. A row of freshly laundered uniforms filled the space.

  With a nod, Helen picked up a velvet pouch the size of a pillowcase and placed it on the bed. “And these. I tried opening it, but there’s iron inside.”

  “My weapons.” I pulled apart the drawstring and tipped the bag’s contents on my bed. The dagger, iron knuckles, and silk-covered cock ring lay on the mattress, along with some kind of bladed frisbee. Everything was beautifully embroidered and polished.

  Flora whistled. “How could you afford these without a family?”

  “Gala and Aster attacked us at the wards,” said Helen. “They left behind a large quantity of iron.”

  The blacksmith’s indecent proposal made my cheeks heat, and I slipped off my nightgown and pulled out a uniform. Had Prince Rory paid the blacksmith extra for the throwing weapon? I hoped he didn’t consider the blowjob as some form of payment. Shaking off those thoughts, I slipped on a shirt, which molded around my body.

  “What’s this next trial, then?” I asked.

  “They haven’t announced the details yet,” said Helen.

  “But if you don’t turn up, you’ll fail this round,” added Flora.

  “How are you feeling?” Helen asked.

  I slipped on my shirt and rolled my neck. “Surprisingly energized.”

  Helen raised her shoulders. “You were asleep for a long time.”

  Something Lady Salix said rolled to the forefront of my mind. Her theory that blowjobs robbed male faeries of their powers. Maybe it was bullshit, but for the first time since this entire business with the glowing wings, I didn’t feel like I was going to die.

  I turned to Helen. “Did you get a chance to speak to the auction houses?”

  “There weren’t any human females of that age,” she said. “Because of the outsiders, people aren’t making so many bargains these days.”

  “Oh.” I placed my tie around my neck and let it fasten itself. Maybe the United Nations wasn’t so bad after all. Life wasn’t so bleak with their luxuries and entertainment.

  The sound of a siren broke me out of my musings. “What’s that?”

  “Prince August wants the candidates to gather in the stone gardens,” said Helen.

  I picked up the throwing weapon, which opened up into a torque, which I slipped around my neck. Then I walked to the mirror and arranged my perfect, blonde hair
. The girl staring back looked like me but after twelve extreme makeovers.

  Next, I slipped the iron knuckles on my finger and sighed. When I was human, I never thought about my looks, but now that I’d been cursed with wings and faerie beauty, I could see that I used to be drab.

  “Okay.” I slipped the dagger in my pocket along with the cock ring. “Let’s go.”

  We walked around the castle’s exterior toward the stone gardens, a patch of land paved with pebbles polished to a brilliant shine. The sun hung low in the horizon, illuminating the mountain tops like they were doused with liquid flame.

  A cool wind blew through my hair and cooled the glowing tips of my traitorous wings, which fluttered in anticipation of seeing the princes.

  Statues of faeries of all species decorated the gardens. We passed high faeries with butterfly wings made of stone, similar-looking beings with intricate dragonfly wings carved so fine they appeared transparent. Up ahead loomed a statue of an eight-foot-tall ogre with bat-like wings that skimmed the ground.

  I pointed up at the monster. “Who’s that?”

  “Balor, the god of destruction,” she replied. “He and the goddess Danu keep a balance in our world.”

  “Does he operate the wards?” I asked.

  “Of the Dubnos Dark Fae Prison,” she said.

  As we continued past a statue of a slumbering faerie with stone elves crawling up his body, my gaze flickered back to the one-eyed ogre. His wings reminded me of the faeries who had taken Sicily.

  “Is Dubnos the same as the Otherworld?” I asked.

  “It’s in the Otherworld,” said Helen. “As are all most the powerful dark faeries.”

  “We thought you weren’t coming,” said a snide voice from behind.

  I turned around to find all four of the Fated standing in a row. Lady Salix was the tallest with her green ponytail blowing in the breeze like the branches of a sapling. She stood at one end, with Lady Gazania at the other. The dark-skinned faerie’s hair glowed brighter in the sunset, making it look like someone had set her alight.

  In the middle stood the two wretches who had ambushed me in the woods. Lady Gala glowered at me as though she wanted to freeze me on the spot, but it was Lady Aster who spoke first.

  The curvaceous, crimson-haired faerie bared her teeth. “We heard how you tried to seduce Prince Rory.”

  My gaze wandered to Lady Gala, whose lips were pressed so tight, she looked like the proud owner of two anuses.

  Making sure to smirk at having sucked off her supposed mate, I asked, “I take it that I won that particular round?”

  “Nobody’s perverted enough to perform such a disgusting act,” said Lady Salix.

  Lady Gazania shook her head. “It’s cannibalism.”

  I raised a shoulder. “Not if you don’t swallow.”

  All the faeries gasped, including Helen. I rolled my eyes. Even if they were too delicate to fuck outside their heats, nothing was stopping them from dishing out blowjobs.

  Students walked in from all directions, some trailing in through the castle’s many exits and others flying down from higher levels. Instead of gathering around the podium, they crowded around us.

  Lady Gala tossed her head. “We’re all happy to forfeit that round. It was a trick, anyway, to sort the virtuous from the depraved.”

  I glanced at all four fairies, who gave each other congratulatory smirks. Tamping down the irritation fizzling through my gut, I asked, “So, I won?”

  “Whore!” Lady Gala broke formation and rushed at me, icicles forming on her fingernails.

  I held out my fist, making her recoil.

  She stared at my new knuckles. “What is that?”

  “Thanks for the iron.” I smirked and continued toward the podium. “If you hadn’t tried to ambush me, I would never have gotten a means to fight back.”

  “Welcome, ladies and gentlemen!” boomed a voice from up high.

  I glanced up to find the four princes sitting on a golden sofa that hovered twenty feet in the air. The sun shone on their backs, illuminating their hair but keeping their faces in shadow.

  The Fated straightened their outfits and simpered, while about three hundred students milling around the stone garden broke into cheers and applause.

  Prince August pointed a scepter down at us. “The first official task in the fated mates’ death trial is a race.”

  Everyone oohed, and I straightened, casting the Fated a glance. Those four pampered butterflies had probably never run a day in their lives. But what were the chances of the princes choosing a challenge I could win? Considering that Prince Rory was the only one of the four dissatisfied with his mate, I calculated the odds at twenty-five percent.

  The crowd quietened, and Prince August spoke again.

  “The last girl to return with a nugget of pyre stone from the Calf of Fae will suffer a forfeit chosen by the victors.”

  My mouth dropped open. What the fuck was that?

  “We’re going to ask for Unity’s slow and painful death,” shouted Lady Aster.

  “Funny, because I was thinking the same about you,” I shot back.

  The faeries around me chuckled. It was the kind of laugh people made when they heard someone say they would achieve the impossible. Like how some drunkards tumbling out of the taverns before curfew boasted they could swim across the Irish Sea and climb the UN’s off-shore rigs.

  It was amusing, not because of the humans and their machine guns, but because of the hundreds of human-eating monsters that lurked beneath the waves. The princes might as well have asked me to climb the off-shore rig because there was a half-mile stretch of sea between the Isle of Fae and the Calf of Fae.

  “Are you ready, ladies?” shouted Prince August.

  “Yes,” they chorused.

  “No,” I shouted.

  The floating throne swept down, and Prince August peered at me down his perfect nose. “Whatever is the matter?”

  I glanced at Prince Rory for a sign that he might help, but he remained stony-faced. My throat dried. What could I say? That he had already briefed the others on what to do? That this was a set up designed to have me killed?

  Confronting them would probably get me into even more trouble, so I said, “I need more information.”

  “What do you need to know?” Prince August folded his arms across his chest. This was my first conversation with the blond heir to the Summer Court, and so far, he seemed even more unpleasant than his brothers.

  “What’s pyre stone?”

  Everyone chuckled as though I was a toddler asking if the little people in the television set could come out to play.

  “It’s a serious question,” I shouted over the laughter. “How am I supposed to find something I can’t recognize?”

  Prince August sighed, acting weary from my incessant questions. “I understand your faerie past was replaced with human memories, but even the lowliest of creatures can recognize fool’s gold.”

  On his left, Prince Caulden floated a lump of pale gold covered in angular lumps.

  “Not if you call it something wanky like pyre stone,” I snapped.

  “Run along now.” Prince August shooed me away with his elegant fingers. “Before you give your superiors even more of a head start.”

  When I turned around, the Fated were gone. In the distance, four faeries flew toward the horizon. The princes’ amplified laughter filled my ears.

  “Shit!” I spun on my heel and ran after them, but the crowd closed in around me. “Out of my way.”

  I shoved and tried squirming through the gaps, but the students wouldn’t budge. My fingers itched to burn them with my iron knuckles, but I couldn’t bring myself to hurt anyone who hadn’t attacked me first.

  The crowd stayed in place, laughing and jeering until a cool wind blew them apart. I turned around to find Prince Rory on the far right of the throne with his hands cupped around his face. To his left, all three of his brothers glared at him as though he was a betrayer.


  Sending him a grateful smile, I raced through the gap in the crowd, bolstered by his wind. It swept beneath my wings and lifted me off my feet, making my stomach lurch. I stared ahead at the disappearing dots on the horizon, not daring to look down at the crowd, not daring to turn around and ask Prince Rory what on earth he thought he was doing.

  Silence stretched out beneath me. I didn’t care that the crowd of students were probably waiting for me to fall flat on my face. The Fated wanted me dead, and I couldn’t afford to be last to reach the Calf of Fae.

  My wings, which had up until now only been good for glowing at the sight of the princes, sliced through the air and propelled me forward. My heart soared along with my altitude.

  This was it. I was flying!

  I tilted to the side to pass the statue of the one-eyed ogre and flew over the rest of the stone garden toward a lawn of chamomile. A herby, apple scent wafted up from the surface, and the little white flowers seemed to turn as I passed.

  “Woo!” I shouted like a lunatic. It wasn’t every day that a human got to fly on her own power. Spreading my arms wide, I yelled something I saw in a movie about a sinking ship.

  I flew up, up, up with my head turned to the setting sun. Power surged through my veins, and elation filled my heart. Being a faerie was awesome.

  As I flew over a meadow of overgrown garlic flowers with pretty round heads of purple and white, the wind froze, and my altitude dropped several feet. “What?”

  A freezing gust blew me off course, and I spiraled out of control. My wings stiffened mid flap, and however much I tried, I wouldn’t make them spread out to break my fall. This had to be the work of Prince Caulden, the heir of the Winter Court. He was the only faerie I knew of who could harness the power of winter.

  Up ahead was a pond covered in lily pads, and beyond them, a patch of gnarled trees with branches as bare and jagged as thorns. Flailing my arms and legs, I tried to stay airborne, but the wind deposited me in a pond.

  Cold water engulfed my body. It seeped into my wings, tripling their weight.

  “Fucking shit!” I swam toward the edge of the water, smashing through giant lily pads and eliciting the angry croaks of frogs the size of cats.