Uthiel released his hold on her mouth, lifted Briar over his lap, and tucked her in close to his side. He then scooted them both to the middle of the bed. “I think it’s best we keep you two separated.”
He patted the small section of the bed now open, and with a cat-eating-cream smile, Olivia snuggled right up against his other side. Again.
Briar sat rigidly with her back against the wall. Uthiel was on one side of her and the troll had positioned himself on the other. She refused to look at anyone.
How could Uthiel be so nonchalant? How could he allow this horrible Olivia person to treat her the way she just had, and yet still encourage her attention? And why hadn’t he protected her from Zasix? She nearly cried, and she wanted to yell.
A sweaty hand landed heavily on Briar’s knee and traveled upward. Her force field zinged to life once more. This time she allowed the smallest of shocks to break through the field before she swatted the offending appendage away.
Zasix the troll didn’t even seem to notice.
Briar smiled, though certainly not from any happy thoughts. Perhaps she did have to share her cubicle―and Uthiel―with these two idiots today, but that didn’t mean she had to take any crap from either one of them.
Her protective force field hummed with energy and Briar gladly fed it her frustrations to boot. If Olivia touched Uthiel one more time, or if that disgusting troll Zasix dare lay another finger on her, then she’d show them the true force behind her protective shield.
Perhaps it was even time for Uthiel to get a little reminder of just how pissed she could get.
****
What the VoT was wrong with Briar today? After the earlier disaster concerning High Mystic Purrell, he thought she would’ve been on her best behavior.
Uthiel glanced sideways at her angry face. If he didn’t know better, he would think she was jealous or something. That was a ridiculous idea. Jealousy was such an obscure, antiquated concept. This was a class, simply a class, and in this class sex―even with other people―was part of the curriculum, part of healing. It wasn’t as if it meant anything.
How did Briar ever hope to become a True Healer if she couldn’t perform with someone other than himself? Why was she cringing every time Olivia even looked in his direction or touched him in the slightest?
Uthiel sighed. Perhaps Briar was still too innocent to differentiate between sex for a purpose and sex for affection. How was he going to get through the next hour with his own sanity intact if things continued this way?
Even more importantly, had Briar remembered to turn off her force field? Perhaps he should make sure.
It was on the tip of his tongue to ask, when Uthiel spied Zasix reach over, lay his hand on Briar’s knee, and start a journey upwards. His own hand jerked with a life of its own, en route to flinging the troll’s offending digits back to their rightful owner, when Briar beat him to it. He smiled. That’s my girl.
He glared at Zasix and placed an arm around Briar’s stiff shoulders. She relaxed ever so slightly into his embrace.
Settling back to watch the class demonstration, Uthiel relaxed his stiff shoulders. Perhaps he wouldn’t check to see if Briar had turned off her force field after all. If Zasix was of a mind to put his hands where they didn’t belong, then who was Uthiel to protect the sot? It wasn’t as if it was practice time yet and, even then, was it really necessary for the troll to be touching Briar? After all, Zasix could practice with Olivia. At least it had better be Olivia that Zasix practiced with, if he wanted to retain that mouth full of pointy, yellowed teeth.
Feeling much better about the situation, Uthiel relaxed. He wasn’t sure how to help Briar with her jealousy problem, but he was very glad he didn’t suffer from that particular affliction himself.
Zasix chose that moment to force his hand up the hem of Briar’s tunic and between her thighs. She jumped toward Uthiel as she cried out.
Her force field glowed with energy―the one telltale electric warning Uthiel himself had seen only moments before he’d lost his own eyebrows to it.
He glanced Zasix’s way. “The lady doesn’t seem to appreciate your advances, sir. We have a demonstration to watch and a class to get through. Perhaps, for peace’s sake, I should remove temptation from your reach.”
The troll glared at him but didn’t say a word.
Uthiel lifted Briar into his arms, spread his legs wide, and set her between them. He wrapped his arms around her as she leaned back against his chest.
Briar’s voice trembled as she whispered, “Still mad at me?”
Uthiel whispered back, “I can never stay angry with you very long, my lady. You should know that by now. Although that doesn’t give you permission to run around trying to find a cure for me.”
Briar nodded her head against his chest and sighed.
Mr. Chamman closed the door of their cubicle on his way to the lecture podium, and Uthiel thought the instructor’s look was almost comical. It was certainly one of confusion.
Uthiel had to admit their little group probably did look strange. He and Briar took up the entire middle of the bed, with Briar sitting between his outstretched legs. Olivia was on the very edge of the bed to his left, still as plastered to his side as she could get, and Zasix had only enough room for one butt cheek on his right.
Uthiel smiled. With everyone else positioned to cause the least amount of trouble, or damage, he himself was now ready to relax and give the class demonstration the undivided attention it deserved.
Chapter Twelve
“Group heals can often be more rewarding than a single heal.” Mr. Chamman cleared his throat and continued, “To extend your talent to the point where you can heal multiple people at the same time is an awesome, inspiring phenomenon. Imagine the possibilities.”
Mr. Chamman paused and glanced from cubicle to cubicle. “Every single one of you has the ability deep within yourself to attain this level of healing. The question is, who of you will achieve it? I’ve taken the liberty of grouping you today. So please get to know each other and enjoy the demonstration.”
The room hummed with barely contained energy, and the fine hairs on Briar’s arms stood at attention. She wasn’t the least impressed with her group mates Olivia and Zasix. It wasn’t as if she’d been given a choice in the matter, however, so she snuggled up against Uthiel, trying to get even closer to him, and settled back to listen.
Mr. Chamman strode to the door and, with a flourish, beckoned in two men and two women. One of the women was none other than Ursula.
“Class, it is a great honor we have been granted today. High Priestess Ursula has graciously agreed to demonstrate the group heal.”
Thunderous applause erupted and Mr. Chamman raised a hand to quiet the class. “Assisting Ms. Ursula will be Miss Nica, a very talented Bard, visiting us this semester from the distant shores of Banith. Our two male assistants are our very own Spirits and Spells instructor, Wizard Extraordinaire Neoseraph, and the current reigning Mr. Albrath himself, barbarian Bodhi Forhire.”
The lights dimmed as the quartet took center stage.
Briar was fascinated. Ursula she had seen before, but the woman’s beauty still struck her with awe. How could a single creature be so utterly, womanly perfect? Briar sighed.
Not that the Bard Nica wasn’t attractive, for she certainly was. Being half-elf like Briar, her ears were slightly pointed, but not crisp, and she wasn’t much taller than a human, but she didn’t need height to be striking. Nica’s hair was dark black and curled close to her ears. Large brown eyes shone with humor and intelligence. Her skin was the color of hot chocolate, and her body―from her long arms, all the way down her shapely legs―was muscled and taut.
Uthiel’s cock hardened against Briar’s back and she knew he wasn’t immune to the sight of Nica and Ursula. She wiggled her bottom playfully against him, reminding him of her presence. He responded by tightening his hold on her, and his cock pulsated rhythmically against her back, in a cadence matching her own heartb
eat.
She wanted him inside her. She wanted it now.
To take her mind off of what Uthiel was doing, Briar watched the stage. She suppressed an embarrassed giggle as her Spirits and Spells instructor, Mr. Neoseraph, stripped as casually as if he did it daily in front of an audience.
It was a little disturbing to see him in this light. Not that he had anything to be ashamed of. His dark-elf, indigo-blue skin rippled over muscled arms, abdomen, and long, lanky legs. His snow-white hair framed his handsome face, as his neon-blue eyes scanned the room, becoming almost hypnotic.
Her gaze traveled slowly down his body, stopping on the sight of his magnificent, expanding manhood. For a dark-elf, he was extremely well hung. His cock glowed at least a full nine inches of neon blue, while his testes had the appearance of two ripe, purple eggplants.
Hunger that had nothing to do with food rumbled deep in her belly. But the thought of lusting after her instructor embarrassed her. Briar knew she’d never again be able to sit through Spirits and Spells without picturing Mr. Neoseraph naked.
She gulped and averted her eyes toward the naked Mr. Bodhi, who was taking his place beside Mr. Neoseraph upon the platform.
That was a mistake.
If a man could be described as too handsome, then Bodhi Forhire was that man. So handsome, it hurt her eyes to look at him for very long. He was a giant of a man, a barbarian god. From his shoulder-length hair to his bronze toes and everything in between, he was all man and then some.
A hand touched the hem of Briar’s tunic and all sexual thoughts fled as her protective force field leapt to life once more and pulsed as she dug her nails deep into the offending skin.
With a yelp, Zasix snatched his hand free.
“What the VoT did you do that for, chit? I was just trying to be friendly like.”
Against the skin of her back, Uthiel’s muscles tightened. The solidness of him was comforting. Briar opened her mouth to assure the troll she had no intentions of being his friend, but Uthiel beat her to it.
“She doesn’t need your friendship. This is a class, nothing more. Let’s try to remember that and keep things on a professional basis, shall we?”
Zasix glowered but didn’t say another word.
Briar smiled, snuggled even closer against Uthiel’s warmth, allowed herself to forget the disgusting troll, and decided to observe the demonstration more closely.
Bodhi Forhire flexed his muscles and winked. Briar could’ve sworn he was looking right at her. Even his face was without flaw. He had piercing jade-green eyes, and a mouth that dared you to sample a kiss and not drop to your knees begging for more.
And that was just above his belly button. Below his waist was another story all together. He had the biggest, thickest, yummiest cock Briar had ever laid eyes on. It was a full foot long if it was an inch, and wider than the girth of her wrist.
Briar gulped, and moisture coated her thighs. She had no control over the sudden throbbing between her legs, or the way her breath came in little pants, or even the ache of her nipples begging to be set free.
Uthiel hardened even more against her back and she moaned.
His was the cock she truly wanted inside her right now. His was the cock she would always welcome. A cock she could sink her teeth into and nibble on awhile. A cock she could ride for a lifetime. The thought made her squirm with anticipation and desire.
The demonstration was like watching a finely orchestrated ballet with Ursula as the choreographer. Hands touched bodies as tongues teased and limbs entwined. Briar lost track of where one person began and another ended.
Ursula had mounted Mr. Neoseraph, and Nica rode the barbarian. The two women caressed and fondled each other as the men strained upward, filling them over and over.
Then Ursula lifted herself from Neoseraph and straddled Bodhi’s face while taking Neoseraph’s cock deep into her own mouth. Briar watched in fascination as Bodhi’s tongue flicked out and captured Ursula’s clit, while Nica reached down and fondled the barbarian’s cock.
In a flash, positions changed and the dark-elf Neoseraph was behind the barbarian, Bodhi, and burying his cock deep into the man’s muscular behind. The physique of his own ass bunched and contracted with the effort as Mr. Neoseraph pumped hard and fast.
The sight of blue cock slamming over and over into pink ass had Briar clenching her thighs tightly together. It was wicked, it was tantalizing, it was beautiful to watch. She rocked her own ass against Uthiel’s hard cock in a rhythm to match the men.
Ursula lay at the men’s feet, on her back, with Nica straddling her. The darker woman suckled Ursula’s clit and fingered her ass while grinding her own nub hard against the High Priestess’s open, inviting mouth. Tongues brushed tender places, teasing, tormenting, filling, and pleasuring. Passionately they rocked, darkness upon light.
Briar grasped Uthiel’s hand and pressed it against her own pussy, using his fingers to stroke herself.
Uthiel leaned in close to her ear and whispered, “Your force field is up, my lady. Don’t burn me. My eyebrows have just begun to grow back.”
Her breath was coming hard and fast, but still she replied, “I’ll stop before then, I promise. I just need…I just need…”
“I am your humble servant, my lady.”
Despite Uthiel’s distracting and delicious stroking, Briar forced herself to keep up with the action of the demonstration.
She turned back to the men just in time to see and hear Mr. Neoseraph growl his release and thrust deep into the beautiful barbarian ass. He quickly slid under the man and took Bodhi’s jutting, hard cock into his mouth, suckling noisily. The barbarian god bellowed as, deeper and deeper, he rammed his cock in and out of the dark blue, seemingly never-ending throat.
Briar was amazed. She would’ve never believed it possible for anyone to get a cock that big down anything breathing, let alone Mr. Neoseraph’s delicate, dark-elfin throat. Seeing him deep inside Nica had been surprising in itself, and Briar’s mind was still boggled by that fact. This, though, was truly incredible.
Finally, with a yell that reverberated throughout the room and shook the walls, Bodhi Forhire found his release.
The sight was so spectacular, Briar almost lost control of herself.
But thank God Draka for Uthiel. At the very last moment, before her own orgasm could set free her protective field and cause havoc, Uthiel had the foresight to jerk back his hand. She was still throbbing with unquenched need, but Briar took a deep breath and forced her mind to once more pay attention to the performance on stage.
By now, both Mr. Neoseraph and Bodhi Forhire had changed positions. The two men were between the legs of the still licking women. In tandem, the men inserted their still partially erect cocks into the pair.
Sweat ran down and between Briar’s breasts as body parts became a blur, and hands, feet, tongues, clits, and cocks all blended into a whole.
Briar wasn’t the only one sweating. Moisture glistened on the naked bodies and dropped to the floor from all of the participants. The air filled with the sights, sounds, and smells of passion. Muscled appendages rippled. It was breathtaking.
Finally, with jerks and spasms, quaking and shuddering, both Ursula and Nica cried out, and the group relaxed in a sated heap of quivering flesh.
Uthiel chuckled close to her ear, “Did you enjoy that presentation, my lady? I did.” He slid a finger between the lips of her pussy, and gave one last slow, steady stroke to Briar’s clit. She didn’t say a word, but she shivered as she slumped against him, still breathing hard, and still in desperate need of relief.
Mr. Chamman hadn’t had a chance to thank the guests, let alone tell the class to practice, before Olivia sprang into action. She slid her hand right between Briar and Uthiel, and grasped Uthiel’s genitals.
As if on cue, Zasix rose and captured one of Briar’s breasts in his hand and pinched a nipple hard.
****
Uthiel was still behind Briar and in the process of disengaging Ol
ivia’s hand when the first zing of warning sparks alerted him to what was about to happen. It was much too late to get out of the way, however, so he shielded his face with an arm as best he could.
POP!
The door of their cubicle exploded and the smell of burning hair and flesh permeated the air.
Mr. Chamman ran toward them.
Zasix stood immobile, a look of disbelief plastered on his face, while his tunic smoldered. His offending hand had already blistered, and what hair he’d once had now drifted down to become a pile of greasy ash. With a screech, he crumpled to the floor, joining his hair.
Uthiel watched, helpless to do anything, as Zasix fell. He cringed as Olivia’s hands traveled straight to her own head, where her fingers met bare spot after bare spot. Only stumpy wisps of black hair remained.
She looked at him as her eyes widened with rage and her manicured nails lashed out toward the woman he still held close to his chest. He shifted Briar out of Olivia’s range.
Uthiel groaned, having no doubt what would come next. Several other students held Olivia back, but they couldn’t prevent her from speaking her mind.
Olivia didn’t merely speak. She screamed.
“Look what you’ve done! My hair, my beautiful hair!” The nearly bald woman burst into tears.
Uthiel wrenched Briar even farther away, and someone―he wasn’t sure who―quickly escorted Olivia and Zasix away.
Mr. Chamman fisted his hands on his hips. He scowled, “What happened here, Miss Tumbleweed?”
Briar opened her mouth to answer, but Uthiel couldn’t allow that to happen. There was no telling what she would say or how much trouble she would get herself into if she did.
So he beat her to it. “Force field accident, I would presume.”
Confusion and disbelief crossed Mr. Chamman’s face. He clearly wasn’t happy with Briar. Uthiel couldn’t really blame him, especially with this disaster coming so soon after the wax incident.
Briar’s lips trembled and he could tell she was on the verge of apologizing, so again, Uthiel intervened.
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