by Eric Vall
Then the two beautiful women smiled seductively, bit their lips, raised their hands in my direction, and curled their fingers in a gesture for me to join them.
I stood, completely dumbfounded, and I looked around, and I was thankful that my drunk brain thought to scan the crowd for anyone from the Academy. To my relief, we were the only ones. The last thing I wanted was for this to come back negatively on Nia. She had a reputation to maintain after all.
I blindly swatted the space beside me until I smacked Braden’s arm, who turned and immediately went slack jaw. We shared a moment together and gawked at the sight before us before he punched my arm with a loud, drunken belly laugh.
“I don’t know how you do it, man!” He yelled over the music, and I couldn’t wipe the lopsided grin off my face. “What are you waiting for?” I tore my eyes away from the girls long enough to get the okay from Braden. I didn’t want to leave the guy hanging if he didn’t have somewhere to go. He waved me off with a high-five and pulled the cute girl he was with closer.
Meanwhile, I weaved my way into the crowd. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, even the girls as they both turned to me and crooked their fingers. Then they each licked their lips, and I wanted more than anything to taste each of them. I let them beckon me forth, let them draw me into them and put their hands on my body. I slid an arm around each of them and let my hands settle on the curves of their asses, delighted when they both responded by pushing back on them.
“I thought it was your birthday,” I teased Nia, and she giggled as we kissed. Surely, this was a gift for me, but my birthday was months off. Whatever I did to get granted such a present, though, I would gladly accept. Nia’s eyes were glazed over, but she seemed to still have her wits about her.
“It is my birthday,” she slurred, and she and Layla both giggled at the elongated confirmation.
“We should give her a present, Gryffie,” Layla cooed and dragged a hand along the inside of Nia’s thigh. I felt Nia shiver and lean into the touch. Oh, she wanted more. I leaned further down and kissed Layla hard.
“Is that what she wants?” I asked. My voice was heavy and foreign to my own ears, and we both looked at Nia. Her face was flush, lips full, and everything about her body language screamed horny as hell. Layla and I simultaneously slid our hands over her ass and kissed her neck. She nearly melted into us, and I knew what her answer would be before she could even get the word out.
“Yes,” she moaned, and that was all I needed to hear before I steered the both of them out of Hologram and into the first carriage back to the Academy.
The ride back wasn’t long, but it felt like eons with how hot my blood ran through my veins. Pumped with endorphins and alcohol, I wanted them both right there in the carriage. I pulled Nia onto my lap, unable to keep my hands to myself, and she moaned when she felt how stiff I was against the delicate curve of her ass through her dress. It wouldn’t be so hard to take her right here and make a mess of her, but we would be back in one of our bedrooms soon, and then I could take as long as I wanted with both of them.
Still, I let her feel how hard I was, and Layla managed her way on top of Nia and kissed me over her shoulder as she teased Nia’s nipples through her dress. Nia’s head fell back against my shoulder, and she rolled her hips to create friction from both sides. Even completely intoxicated, Nia knew what she was doing.
Finally, the carriage came to a halt, and the three of us had the decency to make ourselves presentable for another five minutes as we practically ran to Nia’s room. I wasn’t sure when we decided that was the place to go, but it seemed logical since she had the biggest bed to accommodate three people.
She fumbled for the key, and Layla and I struggled not to laugh and tease her before we even got into the room. After the fifth try with the door, we tumbled in and slammed it shut. As Layla locked it behind us, I was already on Nia. My hands flew up the hem of her dress, and I kissed her deeply. I walked her to the edge of her bed and had barely gotten her on it when I felt Layla’s hands snake around the front of me. She palmed over my cock, and I couldn’t help the needy groan that slipped out of my mouth. I needed more.
“Look what we’ve done to him, Nia,” she purred as she undid my pants and set me free. “Does that turn you on?”
“It does.” Nia’s eyes dropped to my exposed penis, and a coy smile graced her lips as she licked them. Then she hummed and sat back on her haunches. I watched in complete awe as she pulled her panties aside and rubbed her fingers over herself while Layla continued to stroke me. “I want it inside me.”
“Hear that, Gryffie?” Layla giggled and ran her thumb over my tip. “She wants you.” I groaned and nodded dumbly, overstimulated between the sex and alcohol. “You’re not going to make her wait, are you?”
“Of course not,” I managed between moans. Maker, I wanted Nia, wanted both of them. I gained enough of my head back to take Layla’s hands in mine and flip our positions. It was harder to do than it would have been if I were sober, but she landed exactly where I wanted her, bent over the bed and face first in Nia. I leaned over and pressed my cock against her. “But you first.”
Layla gasped and pushed back against me, but whether it was the drunkenness that possessed her to do it or something she had wanted from the start, her tongue found its way to Nia. I watched them play while I positioned myself behind Layla and teased her with my tip.
Nia had given up on holding her own panties aside and let Layla do it for her while she curled her fingers into brunette girl’s hair. The slender white-haired girl moaned, arched her hips off the bed, and I almost wanted to stop and watch the two women play with each other.
Almost.
I pushed myself into Layla and pulled her hips flush to mine as we both groaned. I moved at a steady pace right off the bat, and after about half a minute Layla couldn’t focus on Nia anymore and had to look over her shoulder at me. Her eyes looked half-crazed with lust, and I bent over her tiny back so that our lips and tongues could dance while I thrust into her. Nia tasted sinfully delectable on Layla’s lips, and it was a taste that I could get addicted to, that was for sure. Before she could pull away and turn back to the slender woman spread on the bed, I leaned over her, thrust as deep as I could, and growled in her ear.
“Save some of Nia for me.”
“She tastes so good, Gryffie,” she licked her lips as she pushed back into me. “Don’t you think so?”
“She does,” I agreed as I pulled her dress down over her small breasts, “and she tastes even better on you.” That comment earned me a moan from both girls.
Nia watched us with eyes dark with lust. Her gaze followed my cock as I moved in and out of Layla, then traveled to Layla’s breasts. Her fingers rubbed over herself as she enjoyed the show.
“Are you going to make her come, Gryff?”
Such dirty words from someone as proper and well-spoken as Nia Kenefick should have been illegal. Illegal, but unbelievably sexy. I moaned and leaned over Layla to kiss Nia.
“Is that what you want, birthday girl?” I asked.
“Yessssss,” she purred at the nickname and Layla moaned with the new angle I was giving her so I could kiss Nia.
Yes, this was perfect.
“She’s getting close,” I said to them both, and as soon as I upped my pace, Layla came with a hard, sweet noise that echoed off of the walls. I distantly hoped that there was some sort of magical sound barrier imbued in the room, but I highly doubted it. Might leave Nia with some explaining to do later on, but that was the farthest thing from my mind.
Layla slumped forward, pleasantly spent, and Nia and I helped her onto the bed and stripped her of her dress so that she was naked on the nice cool sheets. Nia looked over her once, then slid her hands over Layla’s body. Even as spent as she was, Layla moaned at the soft touches.
“She’s so pretty, Gryff,” Nia complimented. Her fingers dipped between Layla’s legs and teased. “You’re very lucky to have her.”
“We can share her,” I
offered. I wasn’t even sure if that was something either of them would be okay with or into, but here we were so I thought I’d throw it out there.
Nia didn’t seem opposed to the idea, so I climbed onto the bed behind the ashen-haired elementalist and pressed against her, still slick with Layla on me. “Now it’s her turn to watch.”
I slid easily into Nia, and she gasped. I wanted to make it last, so I took it slow and drew out each and every sound from her that I could, all while she lazily played with Layla beneath her. Layla’s soft noises barely reached my ears, but her spread and trembling legs told me she was more than okay with the added attention from Nia.
It wasn’t too long before I felt Nia tighten around me and heard her breath hitch as she climaxed. Her body’s grip was like a vice around me, and it pulsed with her body’s need for me to fill her. My mind started to spin, and then my body gave her what she wanted, and I groaned as my seed filled the birthday girl’s womb.
“Ohhh, Gryff. That’s so much inside of me. Ohhh, Gryff, ohhhh...” Nia reached up and bit the side of her hand as she turned to look back at me, and her eyes were wide with hunger.
Then she melted back against me, and in only a few more thrusts I was finished, breathless and completely spent.
I had half a brain to undress Nia and myself before I fell between them; Layla on my right kissing my neck and Nia on my left kissing my mouth, but within minutes, I felt sleep take hold of me. If this became something regular or if this was a one-time only thing, it didn’t matter. It happened, and I would always regard it as one of the best nights of my life.
Chapter 14
I awoke the next morning to find that I was completely alone. Layla and Nia were gone, and I was in Nia’s bed completely naked and barely covered by the thin sheets. I groaned. My head pounded, and in hindsight, I should have kept better track of what was in those drinks at Hologram. Memories of the night came back to me in bits and pieces and ended with snapshots of Layla and Nia beside me as I fell asleep.
Well, it wasn’t all bad. Still wanted to know what was in those drinks though.
I rolled over and buried my face in the pillow. The combined scents of sex and my two lovers were embedded in the fabric, and I let out a sigh of pleasure. Hangovers were a bitch, but last night was worth every second of my suffering. The only way to describe how I felt was awesome. I was on top of the world, and there wasn’t anything that could bring me down, not even a headache.
Eventually, I lifted my head again and read the clock beside Nia’s bed. Classes were well underway already. There was no chance I was going to make it in any reasonable amount of time.
I stifled a yawn and dragged myself out of bed. Food might help. My stomach growled. Yup, food would definitely help. I dug around for my clothes from the previous night. As I put on my shirt, the stench of alcohol and sex hit my nostrils. I would definitely need to bathe and change before I made a public appearance. I slipped out of Nia’s room and leisurely made my way to the bath. The hot water would feel great on my body after last night’s activities.
The springs were pleasantly quiet due to everyone else being in class, and I silently thanked the Maker for it. I quickly undressed again, and I sank into the water. An audible moan escaped me as my body relaxed. It was the perfect setting for me to fall asleep again as my mind wandered back to the night before. I recalled every detail as though it was still going on. Nia and Layla’s hands on my body, the beautiful noises they made when I made love to them, everything was so vivid. Simply the thought of it aroused me again, and I wanted to burn it into my memory. I took my time in the bath, but not too long. I still had a needy rumble in my stomach that demanded sustenance.
By the time I washed up and made it back to my room lunch had just started. I found fresh clothes to change into and already the hangover had begun to ebb away. With any luck, the headache would subside soon, but the rest of me felt great.
Upon stepping out into the afternoon sun, I shielded my eyes and cursed. It was too damn bright. I crossed the grounds and entered through one of the side doors to the main hall. I should have been more thoughtful in my approach because as soon as I stepped inside, I heard Arwyn call out to me.
“Mister Gryff.” Her arms were crossed, and her lips were pursed.
Crap.
Out of the corner of my eye, Layla, Nia, and Braden had stopped. They must have been on their way to lunch as well, so I waved to them, and they waved back before they slowly inched away.
As Arwyn approached me, I couldn’t help the grin that had become plastered to my face. I was about to get in trouble because I skipped class, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I’d just had fantastic sex with two of my lovers. I was not going to be brought down from this high.
“Where were you last night?” She stopped in front of me and looked me up and down. “Well?”
“I… sorry,” I apologized, but I wasn’t really sorry. I leaned in close. “I don’t know if you’re asking me that as my teacher or as my lover.”
It was an honest conundrum, and Arwyn appeared to agree as she sighed and put her hands on her hips.
“I suppose that doesn’t matter.” She tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear. “The bottom line is that you need to be on top of these exams, Gryff. If you fail, not only can they hold you back, but they will force you from the squad.”
“I understand.” I frowned. I definitely didn’t want that.
“Headmaster Sleet brought you here with a clear purpose, and you’ve more than proven that you’re meant to be here, but the law requires that you have the paper grade to show it,” she finished.
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied obediently, and I relaxed under the soft weight of Arwyn’s gentle touch on my shoulder.
“Meet me tonight, and I’ll get you back up to speed with what you missed while we were on our mission,” she promised. “And if you’re particularly in top form, I’ll reward you handsomely.”
“What if I told you I was more than confident enough to pass my exams right now and pass them with flying colors?” I teased back as I stuffed my hands in my pockets. I didn’t want to give into temptation and pull her closer or draw any unwanted attention to us.
“We’ll see about that tonight, Gryff.” Arwyn took a step away and called over her shoulder.
“You’re the boss,” I called back and continued my journey to the dining hall.
Maker, I was famished.
When I got to the dining hall, I found that my friends had patiently awaited my arrival. I went quickly through the line and piled my plate with potatoes and more meat and cheese than I needed before I joined them. I slid in next to Nia, which seemed to be my spot now, with Braden across from me, and Layla next to him.
“Okay, I need to ask before I forget,” I looked Braden square in the eyes with the most serious look I could muster. I saw his eyes go wide and his spine stiffen under my scrutiny. “How the hell did you get back here in time for class?”
“That’s my secret, Gryff,” he winked as he snorted a laugh.
“For real?” I balked. “I was on campus and still missed all of Miss Hamner’s class.”
“Well, somebody wanted five more minutes five times this morning.” Nia smirked as she picked at her salad.
“We tried to wake you up.” Layla yawned and folded her arms in front of her. She rested her chin atop them and blinked sleepily.
“Maybe you should have stayed in bed, too,” I teased her with a wink, and I relished in the way her cheeks flushed.
“And face whatever wrath you had to just now?” She scoffed and closed her eyes. “No, thanks.”
I shrugged. That was fair.
“I wonder how the rest of the world is fairing with the remaining pyrewyrms.” Nia took another bite of her salad and looked thoughtful.
“I’m sure if there were anything serious, we would have heard about it,” Layla mumbled into her arm as Braden patted her hand.
“Not necessarily,” I chimed i
n. “Smaller towns out in the wilds don’t necessarily have fast means of communication, not to mention zero defense against something like that. I’ve stayed in places where the entire town is only as big as the training ground here, and they’re usually so far removed from anywhere that unless they have a traveler to post jobs in the larger towns, they might never see a new face for years.”
Nia blinked, and concern sank into her features. “So, what you’re saying is that there could be casualties that we might never know about?”
“We would hear about it eventually,” I frowned, “but it would be too late to do anything about it.”
“Well, that’s rather grim,” Nia concluded, and I agreed.
“Maybe you’d do well to write a letter to Maelor, Gryff,” Braden suggested. “It might not hurt to check up on him and Cyra.”
“That’s not a bad idea,” I hummed and played with a chunk of meat on my plate. I’d hate to think something awful would happen to him with the pyrewyrms on the loose, but the possibility was real, and it curbed my appetite.
“They might also be able to lend us some insight on what’s going on outside of the Enclave,” Nia noted. “It’s worth a shot, yes?
“Yeah,” I nodded.
Lunch came and went as did the rest of the days’ classes, but I couldn’t shake the hunch that there was something more going on outside of the walls than what we were being told. It made me question Maelor’s safety, everyone’s safety for that matter.
Maybe Braden and Nia were right, and I should reach out to Maelor, even though our last visit was only a short time ago. He was likely still in Tallington. He’d mentioned before that he would be there for a few months, after all.
I skipped out on dinner and wound up in the mail room after a well-needed bath. Three letters greeted me when I unlocked my box, the first one being from Maelor. I could still pick out his messy chicken scrawl anywhere. The other two were addressed with handwriting that I didn’t recognize. I closed the box and sat on the floor as I started with Maelor’s letter.
