The Mage’s Revenge (Crescent Moon Academy Book 2)

by CY Jones

  As soon as she surfaces, Oli grabs her from behind the neck and brings their lips to a collision course, not caring if he’s sucking down his own cum or not. I don’t blame him. If it were me, I would have done the same. Our doll is pure sin, a temptation neither of us can deny or stay away from. When she starts to moan, I can’t take it anymore, and I move closer until my front is flush with her back. Reaching behind herself, she grabs my rock hard cock in a firm grip.

  “I know you got my brother off, but if you don’t want this to happen, you need to tell me now,” I tell her as she strokes me. I might cry if she says stop, but I won’t force myself on her. It’s her choice if we continue.

  She sought Oli out earlier, and even though it’s my dick in her hand, it was his cock she just drained. I was almost afraid she’d say she just wants him, but she kills my worry when she cries out, “Don’t stop.” That’s all the permission I need.

  With a growl, I turn her around and lift her effortlessly in my arms, smashing those perfect perky tits to my hard chest. While her legs wind around my waist, Oli and I switch places so she can sit firmly on my lap, making it more comfortable for her. It’s our first time together, and probably her first threesome, and I want to make this as easy as I can for her. When her greedy hands go to my shaft and start to pump me, I mumble a spell of protection in one breath as I try to breathe in another. I’ve wanted this girl since the first time I saw her, and now, here she is.

  Wanting to taste her lips, I kiss her as intensely as my brother, channeling my need and want with my lips. Each moan of hers, I greedily gobble up like a Thanksgiving feast. Oli’s hands reach around to fondle her breast, making the bells through her piercings jingle. I’m used to tuning the sound of harlequin’s bells out, but now, I listen with rapt interest as they urge me to fuck her. Our little doll must be as impatient as I am, because suddenly she lifts up and without warning, drops down onto my cock until I completely fill her. Her shriek is pure ecstasy, and I smack her firm ass for being so impatient, which makes her cry out another yelp.

  I grab both of her wrists in a firm grip and hold them flat on the rock on each side. She struggles and tries to get out of my hold, but I’m stronger than her, and I have no plans of letting her off easily. If we were in my room, I’d tie her to my headboard for a stunt like that and play with her pussy until she was a withering, moaning mess, begging to let her cum.

  “Naughty, doll. You might have gotten your way with my brother, but I’m a different animal.” To prove my point, I let my beast free a bit, allowing my eyes to glow in the darkness.

  Only when she starts to whimper with need do I start to move, cantering my hips until my dick drills deep inside her. She feels better than I imagined. Warm, tight, and slick. It’s like we’re made for each other, and I slide effortlessly in her slick channel, hitting her special spot over and over again. Her tits bounce in Oli’s palms, and I can’t help taking one of her dark nipples through his fingers in my mouth. Watching him suck and bite her neck makes me even harder as well as the blissed out look on her face as she rides my dick.

  When she jumps this time, I know it’s because of Oliver. He already projected his intent to me.

  “Doll, have you ever had your ass fucked before?” A crude way to ask, but with her wrapped around me and squeezing my cock, it’s hard to think straight.

  “Yes,” she hisses to my and my brother’s delight.

  At her admission, Oli continues his exploration of her back hole, using his magic to separate her wetness from the water and using it as a lube. She may have had anal before, but it must have been a while ago because through his eyes I tell she’s tight as fuck, and I slow my strokes down to help keep her relax. When he pushes his thumb through to his knuckle, he adds another finger, which slides through easier, and he starts to scissor her open. Her moans are dick hardening, her tits delicious as I suck on each one, leaving tiny marks behind my brother’s slender fingers. As soon as he’s done prepping her and slides the real deal inside, she lets out another aroused scream as I feel him sliding through the thin membrane.

  As one, we start to move, him pulling out when I push in in perfect rhythm. My brother and I are synchronized perfectly, and it doesn’t take long to get her to the point of no return and she crashes over, screaming both of our names to the crisp night air. Her orgasm is long, her moans erotic, and the way her tight channel squeezes and then throbs around my shaft stirs my beast until I’m fucking her in a frantic back-breaking pace that Oli matches. He comes next, shooting his load deep into her ass before falling back exhausted in the water.

  Letting go of her hands and grabbing her hips, I grit my teeth to hold my orgasm back and jackhammer inside her, taking her to a whole new level of fucking. Her gorgeous tits bounce in my face, and I motorboat them, imagining my seed dripping from the fat swells and perky peaks. Before this night is over, that vision will become a reality as well as every other dirty thing I can imagine. I don’t plan on letting my little doll get any rest tonight. With the healing properties of the water, she won’t have to worry about soreness, so I don’t need to worry about being gentle. When she cums again, she takes me with her, and I fill her to the brim with my thick seed.

  “Fuck, you’re amazing,” I say before kissing the daylights out of her.

  Chapter 8

  Angelica

  I wake the next morning between a set of identical gorgeous warm bodies. After our epic night at the lagoon, we decided to go back to the twin’s dorm where we all collapsed in Blondie’s bed, too tired to do anything but sleep. Extracting myself from their bodies, I try not to rock them too much, so I don’t wake them, but unlike my brother, they are both light sleepers and they crack an eye open at the same time.

  “I’m going to use the bathroom, go back to sleep,” I whisper, and they both close their eyes and are fast asleep before I make it to the bathroom.

  Using Blondie’s toothbrush, I clean my teeth before putting back on my clothes. After everything we did last night, I’m happy he wasn’t kidding when he said because of the magic in the water, I won’t be sore the next day. Even every blemish and mark they left behind with their fingers, teeth, and mouths are long gone.

  Last night was epic. Since that was my first threesome, I’ve never fully explored my sexuality like that before. They were both perfect gentlemen as we each fulfilled our naughty fantasies. Blondie’s expression of pure erotic gratification when he shot his load all over my tits he fucked as Oli had me on all fours on the plush moss, pounding into me from behind like a man on a mission. Oli’s smug smirk on his pretty face as I sucked him off while he stood over me watching, or the way they both worked together to bring me to the highest peak. Last night is definitely a night I’ll never forget, and if I happen to die today, it’s one hell of a last time.

  I feel bad leaving them like this, but I can’t let on what I’m doing. They won’t let me go without taking them with me or worse, telling Zion. Their bond with the other heirs is stronger than anything I could offer, which I’m okay with. I never want to be the chick that comes in and wrecks everything and breaks them all up.

  Quietly, I tip toe out and shut the door behind me with a silent snick. Zion’s room is also on this floor, right across from the twins’. So when I leave, I spy Violet at his door with her hand on the knob like she’s just leaving. What the fuck? I thought the twins said no female has ever been in Zion’s room. That it’s one of his paranoid, stuck up, pain in the butt rules. I guess the rules don’t matter when it comes to his fiance, I think bitterly to myself. I shouldn’t be jealous. It’s not like he’s mine to get jealous over. I just spent an epic night being finger banged by a faery king and the meat in a twin sandwich. This is not the time to be greedy.

  When the tramp finally sees me, she wrinkles her nose like she smells something bad. “So you are fucking the twins. Do your legs ever close?”

  “Do yours?” I counter back. Of course, she looks like a runway model the next morning when I�
�m doing the walk of shame resembling a hag. At least my breath is minty fresh.

  Just to goad me, she says, “Zion is all the man I need, although your brother was a bit entertaining. Too bad you put a stop to that. Why’d you kill him anyways? Were you jealous because he wasn’t fucking you? Or was it because you found out he was lying to you all your life?”

  “You know, I can’t figure you out.” I sat, tapping my finger on my chin. “I mean, you can’t possibly be this stupid. I bet you’re the type who reads the don’t feed the bears sign and shows up with a picnic basket full anyways. Now, you’re poking the bear. Didn’t you learn in class the other day that it’s a very, very bad idea to fuck with me? When I told you I was going to make your life hell, that was no empty threat. I meant every word.”

  “You’re not going to do anything to me. I have Zion’s and his father’s protection.” But even as she speaks, I can hear the waver in her voice as if she’s not really sure.

  “You’re lucky I have more important shit to do right now than deal with your skanky ass, but know, I’m onto you. Like I told you in class, I know it was you that set my brother up, probably while fucking him. I suggest you keep your pretty mouth shut about what you think you know, or I’ll sew it shut for you. I’m sure you’ve heard that’s a speciality of mine, and I’m really good at it.”

  I don’t wait for her retort before I turn and leave. It’ll be just my luck, Zion wakes and makes good on her threat. He didn’t protect her in class, but that was before I pissed him off. Now, it appears as though the love birds have made up. If I survive today, I will put her in her place, no matter who’s standing by her side.

  I meet Oberon outside the academy's front gates. He looks as happy to be up early on a Sunday morning as a den of bears woken early from their winter slumber. Can the fae even get hung over from their own wine? I thought the nasty side effects only applied to us mere mortals. When our eyes meet, his gaze does a lap up and down my body. I can’t even get annoyed this time because I’m not dressed like I normally would.

  In honor of Quinn, I’m dressed head to toe in harlequin garb, complete with a miniature crown placed crookedly on top of my head. My tube top is a bright red, covered in white tiny cracked hearts with pins stabbed through them, covering my boobs. My midriff is completely bare all the way to my high-waisted black pants that bellow out to my feet, swallowing my black combat boots. The bright white vest I’m wearing is long, sleeveless with the arm holes shaped like a heart. I may be showing off a lot of skin, which sounds stupid since I’m about to pick a fight with some very dangerous people, but within the fabric of my clothes, there’s spells stitched in for protection as well as all the charms woven in my jewelry and the innocent looking friendship bracelets around my wrists. Short on time, I magically straightened my hair and pulled the thick bundle into a high ponytail adorned with poison darts and tiny jingle bells. I don’t have a doll strapped to me today since there’s plenty in the gym bag I’m carrying, but I do have the delicate half mask Quinn gifted me last year on Valentine’s Day. He spelled and painted it himself, and everytime I put it on, I can practically feel the warmth of his love.

  “Lovely, don’t you look ravishing,” Oberon says once he finds his voice.

  “What, this old thing?” I retort, batting my heavily done up lashes. Normally, I barely wear makeup, but like I said, today is special. When my enemies see me, I want them to be confused. They’ll think they’re fighting a harlequin when it’s a voodoo princess that’ll take them down.

  “Are you sure you want to do this? It’s not too late to back down. In fact, I can think of tons of more pleasurable things to do since we’re already up.”

  “Don’t,” I stop him before he starts, holding my palm up in his face. I’m still a little salty he left me hanging last night, even though I was able to scratch that itch with the twins. Besides, defeating Crimson Blood is more important. “I’m more than sure. The sooner we defeat Crimson Blood, the sooner I can get to freeing Quinn.”

  “Don’t get all huffy with me, lovely. I was just making sure you’re prepared for what we’re about to walk into. We might not make it back out.” His tone is deadly serious as well as the shine in his blazing green eyes. I’m asking a lot from him as well as myself.

  “Are you scared?” I ask, curious. A serious Oberon puts everything in perspective, but I refuse to back down now. This may be the most insane thing I have ever attempted, but I’m committed.

  “Don’t worry about me, lovely. I can take care of myself,” he replies, holding out his hand, and I take it, ignoring the warmth as he grips my hand tightly.

  I don’t have the power to transport, but he does. A wave of dizziness overcomes me before it’s replaced with a feeling of lightness like I’m made of air blowing across the sky. One second, we’re outside the school’s gates, and the next, we’re in an unfamiliar courtyard.

  Crimson Blood Academy, my enemy's territory.

  “Well, isn’t she a beauty indeed? Now I see why you’re going to all this trouble,” a voice says behind us, and I hold in a scream, yanking my hand free from Oberon ready to attack.

  “Puck,” Oberon says, greeting the stranger. What the hell? Who is he? Where the hell did he come from?

  The stranger is fae, there’s no doubt about that with his pointed ears and delicate features. Decked in tight leather hunting gear, he looks like a total badass. His bright red hair is trimmed short in thick messy spikes all over his head. Like Oberon, his eyes are green, but they’re darker, more like pine. After a slow appraisal of my body, he gives me a wink with a cocky smile. His aura screams trickster, the type of fae you read about that after five minutes of meeting them, will have you owing your first born child.

  “Puck?” I murmur with wide eyes. “Like Goodfellow, Midsummer’s Night Dream Puck? Notorious trickster and Master of Raven’s Puck?” Yes, my voice is shrill, but it’s not everyday you meet a legend. He’s almost as impressive as Oberon. Since studying my fill of fae legends, I’ve grown an unhealthy obsession with their folklore. I loathe to admit I actually find it interesting, especially the fae in front of me.

  “Nice to see my reputation precedes me,” he voices with a smug know-it-all smirk.

  “I’m wounded, lovely. You weren’t nearly this excited when you met me,” Oberon states with a pout.

  I roll my eyes, which further adds to his complaint and he pouts almost impressively. “That’s because I’m not bargaining off my brother’s body for his help. Why is he here anyways?” I ask, shaking off the novelty of meeting a legend.

  “I ordered him here,” Oberon answers before the trickster can.

  “Ordered? Why?” I prod, stretching the word out. “The last time I checked, this was a private party. No outsiders allowed.”

  “I’m flattered that you hold such high regard for my ability to hold my own in such a one-sided fight, but, despite what you think about me, I’m not so careless to think going into this battle with just the two will work out the way you think it will. This plan of yours is absolutely insane. No matter how many little dolls you have stitched up in that bag of yours, it’s still not enough. So, I asked Puck here to help us.”

  “Threatened is more like it,” Puck mumbles under his breath, but puts on a bright smile once Oberon glares in his direction.

  “Okay, whatever. Who am I to argue over extra help? Let's get moving. We’ve already wasted enough time out here in the open as it is.”

  Setting the bag on the grass, I start to hum my incantation. The bag starts to wiggle and move, slow at first before picking up speed until a rustling sound could be heard inside. Still humming, I smile widely as Puck’s eyes widen when the bag unzips itself and a tiny burlap hand appears over the flap before a tiny gingerbread shaped man jumps out of the bag onto the lush grass. His brothers and sisters follow until all one hundred of them are standing in front of me at attention in four rows of twenty-five, like perfect tiny soldiers.

  “Holy shit,” Puck mut
ters. I guess he has never seen a voodoo priestess at work before. I’m not surprised. Usually mages and the fae don’t go out of their way to work together. This is definitely a first for all of us.

  “Okay, troops, ready to infiltrate the enemy's stronghold,” I yell, addressing my tiny army. They can’t talk. The only sound they can make is my spell I’ve written inside them to incapacitate the enemy once it’s released, but they all salute me in sync. I’m not only their maker but their Commander In Chief. It’s almost too cute to watch, although to my other audience of the fae variety, it probably looks a bit insane.

  “You always fall for the crazy ones,” Puck whispers to Oberon, and I fight rolling my eyes at what’s clearly an insult.

  To hell with that. Turning to the two fae, I retort, “I’m awesome. And no way in hell is that overbearing bastard interested in me beyond the bedroom.” Instead of showing the two just how crazy I can be, I turn back to my little soldiers. I’ve invested so much time making them. To me, they’re like my children, and I’m about to send them off to danger. Like a mama bear, I’ll worry for them. Not all, if any, will make it back, but this is war, and we all have a job to do, taking the same risks as my little dolls.

  “You have your assignment. Now, go in there and make me proud,” I order, and we watch as the troops branch off and then quarter before marching off to their assigned destination. In groups of twenty-five, one squad will infiltrate the back, another will go through the side with Oberon. One squad was supposed to go by themselves and scale the roof, but since Puck is here, he can lead them. The last squad will come with me through the front door. I’m not hiding nor downplaying my role, going the safe route. This was my plan, so it’s only natural I take the path with the most danger. No cloak and dagger shit for me. This is the real deal. The plan is to hit them head on and defer most of the attention on myself. I pray to the Goddess I’ll live to fight another day, but if I do manage to die here, at least I’ll go out like a warrior, just like my Champion.