Corviticus University: Revelations

by J. E. Cluney

  ‘Where’s Skip?’ I asked, and Marcus growled as he kissed my shoulder.

  ‘Downstairs playing PlayStation now. He’s waiting for Lucas to get home before we order pizza.’

  ‘Well, you better hurry up and join before we run out of time,’ I murmured into his mind.

  He was quick to come to a decision.

  Marcus pulled me under the warm water, and I sighed at the comforting heat as he stood behind me now, his hands cupping my breasts as he kissed along my shoulder and nibbled on my neck.

  The bathroom door opened, and we both turned to peer at Ollie, who was biting his lip.

  “Don’t just stand there,” I smiled.

  My heart was pounding rapidly as excitement coursed through me.

  We were really doing this.

  And they were both more than happy to do it.

  I hoped they wouldn’t find it awkward or anything. Guess we’d just find out.

  Ollie shut the door behind him, his short brown hair a mess as he lowered his head. He was watching us through his eyelashes, and I watched the rather quick rise and fall of his chest. His bare chest, since he’d only successfully put some shorts on.

  He was nervous and exhilarated. That made two of us.

  I moaned as Marcus slid one hand down the front of me, diving it between my legs.

  He was actually getting joy out of seeing Ollie battling with his own arousal.

  I could feel his devious desire to make our little shifter squirm.

  I was thoroughly impressed and shocked with myself for getting to this point. Having the pair of them in the bathroom with me.

  Then again, I’d seen Ollie, Lucy, and Skip having their fun. Kind of.

  The memory only served as a juicy reminder of what I wanted, and I moaned again as Marcus kissed my neck, his fingers sliding over my clit teasingly.

  “You want us to do you like that?” Marcus drawled, grazing his teeth over skin and sending a wave of heat through me as my pulse quickened.

  I focused on Ollie, since he was standing out before me.

  I could see his erection tenting his shorts, and it made me ache.

  I wanted to taste him, to draw him into my mouth while Marcus did me from behind. The warm water was washing over my body, mixing with Marcus’ cool touch.

  Ollie’s eyes widened as I pushed the image into his mind of what I wanted to do with them.

  Marcus just moaned as his length nudged my arse, rubbing between my cheeks as he continued teasing my clit while his other hand pinched one nipple.

  I arched as he brushed one finger against my wetness, and I bit my lip as I kept my eyes on Ollie.

  He was practically panting now, those amber eyes dilated and filled with desire.

  Our little session was driving him over the edge.

  ‘Take your shorts off,’ I purred, gasping as he obeyed while Marcus rubbed his thumb over my clit, his fingers dancing over my arousal. I needed him. No, I needed them. I wanted them, both of them. Right now.

  Ollie’s jaw clenched as he felt my desperation, and he scrambled over with his cock standing tall, with it’s unique little barbs covering it.

  I’d not yet had it in my mouth. What would they feel like?

  He stepped into the shower, awkwardly standing before me as he glanced at Marcus, who was smirking at him over my shoulder.

  He really was enjoying this, even though he had made it clear he’d not wanted to share. Maybe he just didn’t realize how much he’d enjoy it.

  Or maybe he was enjoying it simply because I was.

  Hell if I knew.

  There was no point in pulling the curtain shut now, it would have made the space feel much smaller, and I was trying to figure out how we were going to do this.

  Fantasy was quite different to reality.

  And with Marcus teasing me the way he was, it was incredibly difficult to think.

  I reached out to stroke Ollie’s length, needing to touch it while it was just erect right in front of me, demanding my attention.

  He quivered at my touch, a deep growl rising from his chest which turned into a moan.

  Okay, I needed this to move onto something more. We didn’t have much time since it was pizza night too, and I really needed some dick.

  ‘Happy to oblige,’ Marcus chuckled in my mind as he prodded between my cheeks again and squeezed my boob.

  Yep, I really needed it. Right now!

  I leaned over, reaching out to feel for the taps. I’d use them to keep my balance.

  Marcus hissed as I opened my arse up to him, giving him easy access to the main entrance.

  I instantly made sure he knew back door was out of the question.

  He was fine with it, although he scoffed in my mind.

  ‘You might change your mind one day soon, VB.’

  Maybe, but not right now.

  Ollie tensed and sucked in a breath as I used my other hand to stroke his balls.

  And then he growled as I licked the tip of his length, loving how he twinged from the touch.

  Those soft barbs felt incredibly strange in my hand as I pumped him gently, making sure he was ready for me. There was no question there.

  Marcus gripped my hips as he guided himself inside me, and I took Ollie into my mouth at the same time, clinging to the tap handle with one hand as the warm water splashed over my back.

  I moaned as my body quivered, finally getting what it wanted.

  Now this was a perfect shower in my opinion.

  ‘I thought our shower together was pretty good,’ Marcus rasped as he began slowly rocking into me.

  ‘The more the merrier,’ I thought back, and even Ollie snorted at this.

  But then they were both moaning as I worked Ollie’s balls while I sucked, sliding my tongue all around him and drawing back almost completely before taking him all in again.

  He slid one hand down into my hair, stiffening as he tried to hold off from thrusting into my face.

  I knew he could smell my desire, my sweet scent, and it was overwhelming him. He wanted to enjoy this though, to last a while, so he was focusing on that.

  Too bad I was struggling to focus on my job as Marcus’ fingers dug into my hips as he began thrusting deeper inside me, burying himself right inside me before pulling back and driving back in quickly.

  I was rocking between them, and feeling their joint emotions and sensations inside my mind was pushing me quickly to my edge. The fire and energy building up inside me, begging to explode forth.

  I moaned and gasped against Ollie, and he seized his chance to slide deeper into my mouth. I resisted the urge to gag, instead focusing on the sensations as Marcus pounded into me from behind.

  Fingers crossed there wasn’t blood going everywhere.

  I felt Ollie hesitate at this, but then his own pleasure overcame him, and he ignored my random thought.

  I wanted Marcus to bite me, but I wasn’t sure how we were going to manage that in this position.

  I wanted that explosive orgasm brought on by it. It only amplified it so much more.

  Ollie cursed as he felt the orgasm I was imagining wash over him, and I nearly choked as he exploded inside my mouth.

  It was salty and yet… had a caramel tinge to it? Now that was new.

  He slid out of my mouth as he slumped against the tiled wall, those amber eyes satisfied and content as I arched upwards.

  My body was still bouncing as Marcus drove into me hard and fast, and I was moaning and crying out softly, begging for my own finish.

  Ollie’s had almost pushed me over, but I was holding out. I wanted that full-blown mind-melting orgasm.

  ‘Say it,’ Marcus growled.

  “I’m going to cum,” I whimpered. “Please, I need to,” I begged him as he grunted and held me tight against him.

  My walls were tightening around him, and I was so close as I writhed against his chest.

  “Please, oh God,” I gasped.

  He finally gave in to my begs, dipping
down to sink his teeth into my neck.

  I cried out loudly, not caring that even Skip might hear me as my whole body shook and spasmed. The waves of bliss rippled through me as Marcus held me against him under the warm water, but he slouched back against the tiles with me. He’d finished with me, my blood and own orgasm finishing him off.

  He drank from me for only a few moments as I trembled and gasped for air, my whole body convulsing as the white wall of pleasure slowly dissipated and my vision came back into focus.

  “Holy fuck,” Ollie rasped, and I rolled my head lazily to the side to look at him.

  He’d finished again, just from my own sensations mingling into his mind.

  ‘Maybe sharing you isn’t so bad,’ Marcus finally murmured as I leaned back against him, the warm water still washing over me.

  “Yeah,” I chuckled.

  Ollie was biting his lip, but I could tell he’d enjoyed himself immensely. And he was thinking about how he actually was fine with sharing me too. As long as he got me, he’d share with the other guys. But only them.

  Which I was perfectly fine with.

  22

  Lucas.

  I sat down at the table with Emma, glancing at her mother as she headed off down the hall. She cast a careful glance back at her daughter and I, and I drew my eyes back to the pocket-watch I’d set on the table.

  “Mom is just working, but she’ll leave us alone while we do this,” Emma murmured, her silver hair pulled back into a high bun. She was rather pretty, but Ally had stolen all my attention.

  But I needed Emma’s help with this.

  “Is there anything I need to do?” I asked as I tapped one foot on the floor. Could she peer into my mind? I’d warded myself against her, but ever since Ally had peeked into mine, I was on high alert.

  “No, this will suffice mostly, but there is one thing I need,” Emma said as she reached out and picked up the pocket-watch. She pursed her lips as she turned it over in her hand.

  I eyed the wooden bowl before her, which had assorted ingredients thrown into it. Herbs, bones, liquids. A summoning spell.

  And I knew that she only needed to add one final ingredient.

  “Let me guess, blood?” I sighed as I caught those grey eyes of hers. She managed a small smile as she nodded.

  “It is the link to your great-grandfather, as his blood runs in you as well. Blood draws forth that relative, and having an object belonging to them allows me to latch onto them,” Emma explained as she held out her hand.

  I stared hard at her, gauging just how true her words were. Her eyes were sincere, and I knew she only wanted to help Ally as well.

  This was for her. We needed answers.

  I hissed in defeat as I offered her my hand, and she grabbed a pin off the table beside her and quickly stabbed my finger before I could react.

  I flinched as I felt the small prick, but she then slid the bowl closer.

  “A few drops, you can do it,” she said, allowing me to squeeze my own finger. I was a little grateful actually, it made me feel like I had a little more control over it.

  “You know warlocks can learn this stuff, right?” she said as she cocked her head at me.

  “Yes, but it wasn’t something I tried to learn, I focused on other forms of magic,” I said, exasperated. “So that’s why I’ve come to you. Learning it would take too long. I need answers now.”

  “Yeesh, I know, I was just saying.” Emma rolled her eyes as I squeezed a few drops of blood into the bowl.

  “Now what?” I asked once she nodded to inform me I’d shed enough blood for the spell.

  “I do the rest,” she murmured, her eyes glowing faintly green. She whispered words as she waved a glowing green hand over the bowl, and I shut my mouth as I watched her work, feeling the power and energy swirling around the room.

  She held the pocket-watch over the bowl, and I caught a few of the Latin words. Latin. It was always Latin. I knew enough of it to know she was calling forth my great grandfather, willing him to join us.

  I wanted to say how I thought we had to hold hands and create some kind of circle, but I bit my tongue. She knew what she was doing, that was obvious.

  No candles or anything though. No bullshit. Just us at the dining table with the bowl of ingredients and the pocket-watch.

  The lights flickered as Emma hissed, and those glowing eyes locked onto me.

  It was strange, seeing those dilated grey eyes shrouded in a green glow.

  “He’s here. You can speak with him, I’ll relay anything he says,” she informed me as she sat back in her seat, turning the pocket-watch over in her hands.

  “Hey Grandpa, or great-grandpa. We never got to meet, but I need to talk to you. I heard many stories about you from Grandad, he said you knew some of the rarest supernatural creatures, that you studied them and learned so much about them all. I need to find out what my housemate is, we believe there’s a wendigo after her,” I said, glancing around the room, but knowing full well I wouldn’t see him.

  I did feel a strange presence, not the hair raising kind, just an unseen presence that meant no harm.

  “He says he’s been watching over you with his son. They’ve had a lot of fun checking in on you and your exploits. Especially the sexual kind,” Emma grinned as she cocked her head. “He commends you for being true to yourself. He wishes he could’ve. He always wanted to live more… precariously. But he knew it would be frowned upon, so he stuck to the norm.”

  I just blinked dumbly as Emma beamed at me, finding it hilarious.

  Why on earth did my great grandfather feel the need to tell me that? As if I wasn’t already feeling like I was being watched by the Council, something I’d accepted.

  “Thanks, I guess,” I shifted as I focused on Emma.

  “He says that he’s seen your housemate, he knows what she is. She’s an incredibly rare supernatural creature, rarer than wendigos. A wendigo is seeking her out because of her power. A wendigo can combine powers with her kind,” Emma said, and she pursed her lips as her brow furrowed. She was listening to unheard voices, cocking her head more as she attempted to make out whatever words I couldn’t hear.

  “He can’t remember what she’s called, or what the wendigo can do with her. He says you need to make sure it doesn’t get to her. Whatever it can do, it’s bad. Very bad. But he’s going to think on it and get back to me,” Emma relayed slowly.

  Wait, what? Get back to her? What did that mean?

  “Can you try to remember?” I pushed. I knew he’d had trouble with memory as he aged, but surely it didn’t pass onto the afterlife.

  “He’s trying, but he’s tired. He wants to go back. He’ll return when he has more information,” Emma murmured.

  “What does he mean come back? When?” I asked, directing the question at Emma.

  “I’m a psychic, the dead can come to me of their own accord if they wish to. I’ve built up a barrier to stop myself from being overwhelmed by all those reaching out, as have other psychics in my family. But since I now know his energy, I’ll know when he’s reaching out,” Emma explained as the green glow died down.

  I knew my great grandfather had left us, as the presence I’d felt was gone.

  “That’s all you could get from him?” I sighed, running a hand through my hair in frustration. That hadn’t been much. Just gave me a rough idea as to why the wendigo was after her. But why now? If it needed her power, why not take it that night of the crash? Why wait until now to show up again?

  “I’m sorry I couldn’t get you more answers. You can’t force these things. He’ll come back when he remembers,” Emma tried to reassure me.

  “When will that be?” I tried not to growl at her.

  “I’m not sure, hours, days. Usually not any longer than that,” she answered with a thin lipped smile.

  “Fine. Ally’s aunt and grandmother are coming down tomorrow. Maybe they can fill in the gaps,” I said in defeat. I’d really been hoping I’d get us some answers finall
y. But I was out of luck.

  “You guys will figure this out. I’ve been doing some digging too, but Ally’s abilities are unheard of. Being a halfling doesn’t help, she’s got pixie and wolf in her, but the magic I felt in our pixie class the other day, that was neither. It was something completely different. Something I’ve never felt before,” Emma filled me in.

  “So I’d heard,” I murmured. Even my Father had spoken with Miss Watson about Ally. They’d discussed her magic and the uniqueness of it. He’d even called me today to inform me they still hadn’t gotten any closer to finding this wendigo.

  That was what worried me most.

  My father, a warlock capable of tracking all supes with ease and using magic cast over areas to reveal supes, couldn’t find this creature.

  Either he sucked at it, or this was a powerful being.

  And judging by what I knew about wendigos, I was going to go with they were powerful creatures.

  And that worried me even more.

  Just what was it planning with Ally?

  23

  I bounded down the stairs, a grin plastered on my face.

  Skip had gone ahead and ordered our pizzas for us. I was glad I’d told him in the car which one I wanted to try tonight.

  Marcus and Ollie were already downstairs, they’d hung around with me, helping wash me and then having quick showers themselves before leaving me to finish off on my own.

  They’d both gotten aroused again, but I shooed them out, wanting to finish my shower before pizza.

  By the time I’d finished, Marcus reached out to inform me that Skip was taking Ollie out to pick up the pizzas. He’d ordered them and they wouldn’t take long. And Lucas was home too.

  Now I was headed to the dining table, moaning at the delicious smell of hot pizza wafting through the house.

  I sat down beside Marcus, while Ollie sat at the end of the table, and Lucas and Skip were across from me.

  I reached for what was clearly my pizza, the chicken and cheese, and caught on to the conversation about a camping trip they wanted to do. Obviously a continuation on from earlier.