by Marie Mistry
My pussy clenched and unclenched, feeling empty and Blaze chuckled.
“You first,” Kain offered.
Blaze opened his trousers and pulled out his cock, stroking it up and down but not filling me in the way that I needed.
“Please,” I begged. “Please.”
“Please what?” he asked, flicking one of my nipples and making me moan.
“Please, Sir. Fuck me,” I begged. “Please fuck me right fucking now.”
Blaze took me at my word, slamming straight into my pussy and not giving me any time to adjust to his considerable size before he set a violent pace. Every thrust of his hips drove the plug further into my ass, and every movement of his cock hit that magical place inside of me.
“Remember, you have to ask permission to come,” Kain chirped in helpfully, before taking my mouth in a savage kiss that prevented me from doing so.
“Please,” I gasped around his lips. “Please let me come.”
“Good girl,” Blaze praised, “Since you asked so nicely, you may wait.”
I couldn’t comprehend his logic, and my pussy muscles started to flutter against his shaft involuntarily. Abruptly, he stopped completely.
“What did I say?” he demanded.
“Please,” I begged. “Please let me come.”
“You will wait, and it will feel even better,” he insisted. “Tell me what you’re going to do.”
I blinked up at him. “Wait,” I panted.
“Good.” He smiled indulgently as he started moving again. “You’re perfect for me, Sweetness. You have no idea how tight, hot and wet you are right now. It’s driving me insane.”
I could only whimper, trying hard to hold back my orgasm as Kain kissed along the side of my jaw, trailing fingers up my ribcage as he did so. I looked down and saw him fondling his own cock as he watched us fuck on Blaze’s desk.
“I can’t…” I whispered.
“You may come.” Blaze said, changing the angle of his thrusts, going impossibly deeper.
I shot for the stars like a rocket, dragging his orgasm from him with the force of my own, sending power racing through my body like a firestorm that ignited every cell. I almost passed out, but stubbornly clung to consciousness, knowing that it wasn’t over yet. Blaze shuddered against me before he pulled out with a single kiss to my breastbone.
I didn’t have a minute to breathe before Kain drove into me, he thrust harder than Blaze had for a few strokes, then stopped and thrust gently but deeply twice before going back to hard, short thrusts. The combination quickly took me over the edge, but Kain just kept on going.
When his hand went to one of my nipples, releasing the clamp there, I screamed. The sensation of blood returning to the tiny bud was so intense it was almost painful, but the thrusting of his dick in my pussy and the plug nudging inside of my ass meant that pleasure overwhelmed me before I could really feel any pain. It set me right back on the edge of another orgasm, and I wasn’t sure I would survive it so close to the first.
Blaze licked the released bud gently, his hand moving to the other clip, but waiting for a few seconds. When Kain gave him a curt nod, he flicked the clamp open, and this time I did come, milking Kain’s cock as he released within me. The rush of power was too much, and I blacked out for a second. He didn’t stop thrusting entirely, instead he kept going for a small moment with lazy, slow thrusts of his cock before pulling out, letting cum drip everywhere.
Before I could even think about moving, Blaze miraculously produced a warm, wet towel and started gently wiping away the evidence of what we’d done from between my thighs, removing the plug as he did so. Kain moved behind me, and I felt him gently unhook the cuffs, rubbing each arm as he released them.
I was transferred to the cot by the wall, and I picked up the book that had fascinated me earlier. “You like astronomy?” I asked Blaze as he settled on the mattress cuddling me whilst Kain sat on the floor beside us, stroking his hand up and down my legs.
“It’s a hobby,” he admitted. “I like how it makes everything here seem… small in comparison.”
Eventually, they started replacing my clothing again, dressing me like I was a doll. Blaze refused to give me back my knickers, despite my demands, and Kain just laughed at my attempts to grab them from him. But eventually things had to turn serious.
“I do have to ask for a statement,” Blaze admitted as I sat at his desk almost an hour later, using his computer to check through my emails. “I have them from Rina and Daron… I would like to have them from the other three girls, but they’re still…”
“Writhing in pain because of me.” I refused to let myself feel guilty. “She shot me, I didn’t really have many options.”
“Talk me through the exam,” Blaze said, tapping at the keyboard and starting a recording program. “You’d never met any of the three girls before?”
I sighed and began to tell the tale. At some points I halted or paused, and Blaze would encourage me to continue in a professional, detached voice for the recording, whilst in his office he snuggled me closer. He paused the recording once, when I mentioned Professor McKinnax, and deleted the last minute, warning me to say nothing about Hadrian’s involvement. So, I pretended the ring was a gift from a relative. When we got to the part about the bullets ricocheting off my shield, Blaze’s entire frame went stiff as a board, knuckles white with anger. And when I mentioned my last-ditch plan to drop the shield he looked at me in disbelief.
“I can’t decide if you were incredibly brave or foolish,” he admitted after it was finished.
“Brave,” Kain decided. “If she were foolish, she would have just let the shield wear down and not had enough energy for that burst of odynokinesis.”
I shuddered. “I don’t ever want to use that power again,” I informed them both.
“That’s what triggered your horns to start growing again,” Blaze reminded me, stroking them gently. “It was a sign of approval from the Strange God. It shows you are meant to have this power and you are meant to use it.” His every word was spoken with total conviction, and I remembered Rina’s words about how devout Blaze was.
“The gap is almost completely gone,” Kain added. “There’s only a slight indent next to the bit of bullet now.”
Blaze’s hands fisted again at the mention of the bullet. “I have no idea how she got that weapon past my security,” he muttered. “It’s a breach too large to ignore. We found the thing, of course, and all the evidence fits with your story, but I’m pretty sure Abrosiax will try and weasel her way out of it using family connections. I’ll never get her in for an interview.”
“Elitist, supremacist bastards.” Kain added, “Not all Prides are complete shitheads like her ilk, Sunshine.”
“No, they’re not.” I smiled at him.
Blaze looked at his computer in irritation. “I have to go,” ,e said, dragging a hand down his face. “Evidently, one of them has woken up, and her family’s lawyer is already here.”
“We should get going too, Sunshine,” Kain announced. “There are three women and four other mates probably plotting ways to butcher me for taking so long.”
“Where will you all be?” Blaze asked.
“Library,” Kain said, sweeping me off my feet again and waltzing us out of the door before I even had a chance to kiss Blaze goodbye.
Chapter 36
In the library, the rest of my mates took their time making sure I was okay. I could tell how worried Jin was by the way that he didn’t just give me one cushion on his sofa, instead he pulled me down next to him to lay across the whole thing. Kain, of course, teased his friend mercilessly about this whilst Aeron rolled his eyes at the two. Daron spouted profuse apologies for running out of power whilst trying to stop the bullets aimed at me, and no matter how much I assured him I was fine now, he kept staring at my horn with a look of guilt. Bane echoed that look, confessing quietly that it had been he who had cut down Abrosiax when he came across her in the forest, although he also ad
mitted that he’d had no idea what she was like.
I didn’t get a chance to ask either of them about it, because someone found a blanket from somewhere and threw it over me, and within the space of a few minutes I was fast asleep in Jin’s arms.
I didn’t wake up again until the next morning, and by that point it was back to the endless rush of revision for the exams. To try and prepare me, Aeron and Bane refused to talk to me in anything except for a combination of Old Demonish and regular Demonish, but all that really seemed to do was point out the giant, gaping holes in my knowledge.
Despite his promise, Vrosis never posted our preliminary grades on his door, though all of us checked every time we entered the common room. The absence of those grades had led to strange theories about our work either being so bad or so brilliant that he’d decided not to post them. Vrosis himself wasn’t around for us to ask, so we went into the two days of exams with no clue as to how we were doing so far.
This left both Nelly and I grouchy and irritable. We would revise late into the night in the common room, until Lulu or Aeron came down and demanded we sleep.
When the exams finally came, what seemed like weeks later (but really was only a few days), most of them seemed rather underwhelming. I’d memorised so much demonic poetry for the literature exam, that when only one question came up in the paper, I felt like tearing my hair out. In that way, Pruitt’s etiquette exam – a gruelling three-hour paper with two essay questions, a multiple-choice section and a scenario-based question that focused on the absurd idea that any of us would be hosting a formal dinner for three elders, a priest and a member of government – was the only exam which made all the work I had done for it seem worthwhile.
Maddox’s exam was mercifully short, possibly because he felt guilty about the number of injuries students had gained during his practical exam. Over half of the class had been in the infirmary following our trek through the forest, and Abrosiax still suffered from random minute muscle spasms in her face -- something I felt was only fair, considering I still had a piece of her bullet stuck in my horn.
When the exams were over, each tower hosted their own party. Somehow, I ended up attending five of them in one night, pulled from tower to tower by my mates and Rina. The hangover I had the next day was worth it for the fun we all had.
But after that was over, there was nothing left to take my mind off the upcoming ball and the fact that I still hadn’t met my last mate. My men seemed to have the same thought, and spent the week dragging me into as many dark corners as possible to fill me with more power than I could ever use. Bane kept his distance, still refusing to mate me for whatever noble reason he’d come up with, but every now and again he’d slip up and call me ‘Precious’ or stare at my lips a little too long. The blue roses still grew outside my window, giving me a tiny foolish hope that perhaps he might eventually change his mind.
It was Daron who took my mind off things. He’d gotten down on one knee on the morning of my terrible hangover and asked permission to court me. Then, when I’d blushed my way through saying yes, he’d stood up and swept a hand over my arm, and a perfect daisy chain made of silver slid its way around my wrist. There was no clasp, and it sat just snugly enough that I couldn’t take it off, but I knew I’d never want to.
When the morning of the summer solstice dawned, I was awake and dressed before the knock on my door announced the arrival of my results. Before I could open it, however, Lulu and Nelly barged in, carrying my envelope and two of their own.
“Results day!” Nelly sang with a falsely bright tone that couldn’t quite disguise her nerves.
“Ball day!” Lulu echoed, handing me my envelope and shifting my things from the bed so that she could sit next to me.
“We’ll all open them together,” Nelly announced, finger already under the lip of her envelope. “One, two, three!”
We all ripped through the heavy white paper at once, and I tugged out my results sheet, laying it flat on the bed in front of us.
Just like my acceptance letter from almost a year ago, the paper was written in embossed black letters, the school crest in the top corner.
VICE COLLEGE FOR YOUNG DEMONS
Head Mistress: Aoife Saxon (Greed-Philomath, former Greed Int. Diplomat)
Dear Miss Carazor,
It is our pleasure to inform you that you have been successful in your examinations, and as such have retained your place at Vice College for Young Demons for your second year. Please find enclosed your subject reports and exam results.
You have also been awarded the Vice College Prize for Upcoming Scholars for your paper titled ‘How Instrumental was Lust Caste in the Founding of Vice College?’ and this award will be presented to you by the headmistress during the end of term solstice ball.
Your module choices for the following year have been confirmed and, due to your gifts of odynokinesis and pathokinesis, you have been granted a place on the following specialist modules: specialised energy manipulation, advanced combat and healing. Your other mandatory modules: demonic citizenship, demonic theology, demonic foundation studies and demonic language have also been added to your timetable.
The school year begins on the 21st of September, and it is our duty to remind all students that you may not leave the grounds of the college during the holiday period.
Yours sincerely,
Pan Voiszus
Assistant to Professor Saxon
I flicked through to the second piece of paper and looked down the list with a jubilant grin on my face.
I, the examinations officer, certify that Lilith Carazor, First Year, has PASSED the year and achieved the following grades:
Demonic Foundation Studies Practical – Grade 97/100 – A
Demonic Foundation Studies Theory – Grade 82/100 – B
Demonic Language – Grade 81/100 – B
Demonic Literature – Grade 79/100 – C
Demonic Etiquette – Grade 74/100 – C
Caste Dissertation – Grade 100/100 – A
Astor Vernix
Examination Officiate, Vice College
I looked up to see Lulu pouting.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, worried.
“I missed three marks on my dissertation,” she mumbled. “That can’t be right, I submitted it to Vrosis for feedback at least sixteen times, he said there was nothing more I could add.”
Nelly rolled her eyes, looking over at her sister’s paper. “Lulu, you cannot be unhappy when you didn’t get a grade below a hundred in all of your other subjects,” she insisted. “I got a D in Theology for goodness’ sake, and I’m still happy because it’s a pass.”
“Is Theology hard?” I asked, looking at the letter again. “It’s in my mandatory modules for next year.”
Nelly rolled her eyes. “It’s so blegh. It’s taught by acolytes of the Strange God, and I swear they make things confusing on purpose. And who wants to listen to and memorise the six-hundred and sixty-six steps involved in the ritual to make female demons fertile. It’s bad enough I have to go through it if I ever want to have kids.”
“It’s not so bad,” Lulu butted in,the vacant look fading from her face as she studied her twin. “They just want a non-answer instead of a straight one. It’s a bit like philosophy, only more... religious.”
“Be more worried about picking your work placement for the summer,” Nelly said, rolling her eyes at Lulu. “The signup sheets go up early on Monday morning, and there are some horrible ones like assisting Pruitt as her PA. The library is pretty dull, but no one picks it, so it’s a safe bet. That’s what I’m aiming for… Unless you’re perfect enough to be requested like Lulu.” She elbowed her sister playfully.
“Professor Dillard needs someone to help with his translations.” Lulu shrugged like it was no big deal. “He’s old and dull, but at least it’s going to be interesting to help with his research on international affairs.”
“Maybe if you’re lucky Blaze will request you to organise his office…
naked.” Nelly smirked, winking at me.
We went down to breakfast still discussing what placements I should go for, but when we arrived at the table, talk quickly turned to comparing results with one another. Aeron, Jin and Kain were all fuming because they’d gotten exactly the same grade in Advanced Combat, showing that their rivalry was still very much alive. When I told them I was joining the class a hush fell over the table.
Aeron finally responded, “Lilith, you realise that Advanced Combat is…”
“Gruelling, demanding, horrific, draining…” Kain supplied.
“Painful, tiring, bloody and exhausting,” Jin finished.
