by Eva Brandt
No, we hadn’t. Whenever I’d spoken with him, I’d at least had Shiro with me. But now, without Shiro, I felt strangely… exposed. Not unprotected, per se, because I doubted Shiro could’ve kept me safe had the dean wanted to hurt me. Just a little apprehensive. “Is that relevant, Sir?” I asked.
His lips twitched slightly, as if he was laughing at a private joke. “Oh, I think it is, but you might not agree with me. Then again, you and I have that problem a lot. We don’t agree much, do we?”
“I have my opinions and you have yours, Sir. I think that’s to be expected from anyone. And in our case, at least, I don’t think our points of view were ever at odds.”
“Do you understand what you did wrong?” he asked me.
I understood what he thought I’d done wrong, since he’d made it more than clear earlier. I didn’t roll my eyes or argue with again, though, and not just because he would’ve been intimidating even when dancing around in a pink tutu on Caramelldansen. I’d already made enough of a mess today by losing my temper.
“I should’ve been more discreet in expressing my opinions while in class,” I replied. “It was unwise of me to point out something the demon world has been ignoring for centuries.”
“In other words, no, you don’t understand.” Dean Mephistopheles pursed his lips in obvious displeasure. “It’s disappointing, but not unexpected. You’ve always been stubborn.
“You need to be disciplined, Ms. Michaelis. It’s clear to me that Stefan, Mikael, and Callum won’t do it. In hindsight, I had no idea why I thought they’d be able to.”
Anger rushed through me at his comment. “I’m not a child.”
“No, you’re not, but I never said I considered you one. You still don’t grasp your position, even after a year of being here. I suppose it’s not completely your fault, but that doesn’t change our current state of affairs, does it?”
I wanted to slap the smug smirk off his face. That would’ve obviously been a bad idea, so instead, I provided him with my best defiant reply. “What are you going to do? Give me a spanking?”
And… Open mouth, insert foot. I had no idea what had made me say that, but I instantly regretted it. Mephistopheles’s expression changed. The glint in his eyes turned darker, more dangerous. “A spanking?” he repeated, humming thoughtfully. “I think that would be a wonderful idea.”
All of a sudden, he was on his feet and by my side. I yelped when he reached for me, because I hadn’t even seen him move. He pulled me upright and bent me over his desk, pinning me down with his own body and his clawed hands. He was so much larger than me that immobilizing my arms was child’s play. I felt dwarfed and overwhelmed under his massive bulk.
“I remember the day you came to the academy,” he whispered in my ear. “I’m still not sure how you wandered into the village on your own, but you did. What did you think when you saw me fuck that woman in the alley?”
Was that an actual question? If he expected me to answer, he would be disappointed, because my brain had taken a holiday the moment he’d grabbed me.
“Do you want that, pet? Do you want to be fucked?”
As he spoke, he caressed my sides with his free hand. I bit my lower lip, forcing back the automatic agreement. Yes, I did want to be fucked, but I was already involved with Callum, Stefan, and Mikael. Things were already complicated enough between us. I refused to cheat on them, even with my hot as hell headmaster.
“S-Sir, I appreciate the interest,” I stammered, “but I’m already in a relationship.”
“Are you really? And how does that affect me? Or this?”
He ground his crotch against my backside, and I realized that he had an erection. “Face it, Ms. Michaelis,” he whispered. “You’ve wanted this since that first moment we met. I could see it in your eyes. You might pretend you don’t, but that doesn’t make it true.”
“Being attracted to someone isn’t a sin,” I argued. “That doesn’t mean I have to happily spread my legs for that person.”
He laughed again. “No, it doesn’t. But you’ll do it anyway, won’t you?”
“I won’t,” I answered defiantly. “This isn’t what I want.”
“Liar.” Mephistopheles blew a gust of hot air into my ear, and I barely managed to suppress a whimper. “But don’t worry. It wouldn’t be a punishment if I gave you my cock so easily. No, I have something else in mind for you, pet.”
A shiver coursed down my spine at his threatening tone. I realized then I shouldn’t have defied him or made such a stupid comment. But it was too late for that now, and so, I had to take my punishment.
Before I even knew what was going on, he pulled me up, draped me over his shoulder, and carried me to the comfortable black couch in the corner. I honestly had no idea how he managed to accomplish this without putting out my eyes with the edges of his wings, but maybe it was just a demonic talent. When he sat on the couch, I ended up on his lap, facedown. He lifted my gown, exposing my naked butt cheeks.
As he caressed the curved of my ass, he let out a rumble of satisfaction. “Very pretty. I appreciate your taste in underwear.”
I disagreed. At that moment, I would’ve preferred for my panties to have provided a better barrier between me and my sexy headmaster. But they didn’t. When he tugged on the silken string of the thong, my pussy clenched, begging to be filled.
God, he had barely even touched me and I was already so wet for him. This was beyond bad. I didn’t know what was wrong with me, but I wanted his cock so much I could scream.
Mephistopheles grunted and passed his fingers over my pussy, through the material of my sodden panties. I whimpered as I felt the tip of his claw nudge my clit. “You’re really testing my resolve, you know that?” he asked. “How am I supposed to not fuck you when you were made for it?”
That might well be, but even so, I had agreed to belong to my lovers and I needed to keep my word. No matter how attracted I was to my dean, I couldn’t allow that arousal to get the better of me. “Please…”
The word came out a little breathier than I had hoped and didn’t convey the message I’d wanted to send—that I needed him to stop. Fortunately, he understood anyway.
His clever fingers slid away from my pussy and back up, toward my ass. With a sharp yank, he ripped off my panties altogether. Holding onto me even harder, he brought his hand down onto my butt cheeks in a blow that made pain erupt through my body.
I yelped in a mix of shock and distress. Instinctively, I tried to pull away, but Mephistopheles didn’t let me escape. “You did ask to be spanked, didn’t you, Alyssa? And you were so very disobedient.”
Once again, his palm came down onto my bare ass, this time on the opposite cheek. I cried out again, but this time, it wasn’t just because of the pain.
Weirdly, the burn in my flesh pooled straight into my core. My nipples tingled with need and my pussy was throbbing almost as much as my ass was. He might be hitting me, but I was just as aroused as I’d been before, if not more.
When the third blow hit, the sound I let out was one of pleasure. Mephistopheles growled. “You really are temptation incarnate.”
I could feel his erection underneath me, and I wanted to reach for it, to impale myself on it, to take it in my mouth, in my body, in my ass. But at the same time, I knew I couldn’t do so, so I lay there in frustrated pleasure, shaking, aroused and in pain.
Two more slaps followed in close succession and my world started to blur around the edges. My juices trickled down my thighs. I tried to spread my legs in an instinctive attempt to get him to touch my needy cunt, but he had other ideas.
“None of that, naughty pet,” he said, clicking his tongue. “This is a punishment, remember? Then again, you are enjoying it a little more than would be preferable. Hmm. Perhaps a change in approach is required.”
As he spoke, he delivered two more slaps to my already burning ass. By now, I was already so close to coming that the simplest touch to my clit could have triggered my orgasm.
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bsp; But Mephistopheles was literally a demon, so instead of giving me a hand, he snapped his fingers. Shadowy figures manifested from the corners of the room, snatching me from his arms. “Why don’t you just wait there and think about what you’ve done?” he told me with a crooked grin.
“You have got to be kidding me,” I gasped out.
I ended up in the clutches of the creatures with my legs spread as the odd demons moved around me like one being. They somewhat reminded me of the demonic entity I’d seen fucking Lilith, and they had everything a regular male did, including cocks. “Your lust looks delicious,” one of them said as he analyzed my dripping pussy with interest. “I think I’ll have a taste.”
A black, split tongue emerged from the shadowy mouth and he licked over my nether lips. When the creature made contact with my clit, a jolt of magic erupted through me.
All semblance of composure was thrown out the window and I screeched. “Please, Sir. Please. I need to come. I have to come.”
The other creatures rushed to touch me. Two of them removed my shoes and decided to nibble on my toes. A few others lowered my gown and exposed my breasts, then started sucking on my nipples. Three more rubbed their cocks against my hair or abdomen. Meanwhile, the one between my legs continued to tease me with his tongue and even thrust a finger inside my pussy. “Please,” I cried out again. “Oh, God, please.”
Mephistopheles finally took pity on me. He waved his hand and the shadowy figures pulled away. He leaned over me, his wings extended. “Go ahead, pet. Come for me.”
He crushed our mouths together and just like that, orgasm exploded over me, shaking me to the very core. I was still immobilized by his magic, and I squirted my juices all over his pristine floor. Nobody seemed to mind. In fact, several of the shadowy creatures bent over to lick the liquid, groaning in pleasure at the taste.
Mephistopheles ignored them. He released me from my awkward, exposed position, and helped me stand properly. With strikingly gentle hands, he put my clothes back in order, covering my naked breasts and putting my shoes back on.
It would’ve been almost parental if I hadn’t seen the tent still in his pants. He didn’t try to do anything about it, though, and when I’d recovered a little, he ushered me off.
“Now, I believe you’ve learned your lesson. Next time, I won’t be nearly as kind. You’ll take my cock up every hole you have, and you’ll beg for it, no matter how much loyalty you might have toward your lovers.”
I didn’t reply. With my face burning as much as my ass was, I fled Mephistopheles’s office. This was a complete and utter disaster and I had no idea what to do next. What was I supposed to tell Mikael, Callum, and Stefan now?
Battle of the Watchers
“This is hilarious. I thought you said there was nothing going on between you and Dean Mephistopheles, Lyssa.”
“I didn’t exactly intend it. I’m so confused, Mikael. What am I doing with my life?”
The two of us were making our way to one of the smaller towers for what would undoubtedly be one of my more interesting classes this year, Necromancy. After the whole thing with the dean, I’d missed my second class, but that had been Demonology, and Mikael had dropped by and explained the situation to Ammit. Now, I had to handle facing yet another new teacher, and my humanoid familiar on top of that.
I’d been unable to keep my mouth shut about what had happened in the office. Fortunately, Mikael took the whole thing well, far better than I had expected. “You’re doing something awesome,” he replied, winking.
I shot him a look of disbelief, and his expression sobered. “Listen, Lyssa, if I’ll ever argue with you about something, it certainly won’t be because you sleep with other men. I’m a jealous person, yes, but envy and jealousy aren’t about sex, not here.
“Sex is simple. It’s just an exchange of pleasure. For many of us, it’s food. We don’t consider it that big of a deal. It’s attachments and bonds that we value above all else.”
Come to think of it, Gemma had mentioned in the past that demons ‘fed on one another’ and used Pornhub when that wasn’t a possibility. I’d assumed my lovers had been bickering because of their inability to adjust to sharing me when we were having sex, but things were obviously not that simple.
“You’ve been pissed at Stefan and Callum in the past,” I pointed out, eager to get to the bottom of this.
“Well, yes, because I felt they might get between the two of us,” Mikael replied, “but I realized then that I was being stupid. I admit that earlier today, I also got a little jealous because I knew about the attraction between you and Mephistopheles. Shiro reminded me it didn’t matter. There’s no way anyone can ever separate us.”
Shiro had said that? Wow.
My familiar tugged on my dress with his fangs, having obviously sensed my curiosity. “He is your true male, isn’t he? Your bonded. He takes precedence over the other idiot males.”
It was very rare for me to hear such a long string of sentences from Shiro, so I was momentarily rendered mute by the comment. When I remembered how to speak, I hesitantly managed to say, “Err… I don’t really know. I… guess?”
TB hissed, and while I couldn’t understand her words, Shiro was kind enough to translate. “Of course he is. You underwent the ritual and accepted my Mikael. That means he is your male. And so, there is no reason for concern.”
“You are a prized female, so it stands to reason there will be more than one male interested in you,” Shiro added. “It is only fair for you to have options. It doesn’t change anything about your relationship with your previously chosen male.”
It was unclear how much Mikael understood from our exchange, but it must’ve been quite a bit, because he scratched Shiro’s ear and shot me a crooked grin. “I know it’s a bit unfair of me to have this kind of advantage over the rest of them, but I’m not a very fair person. I don’t care who you sleep with, Lyssa, as long as your heart belongs to me.”
Oh. Oh, shit.
I was not ready to have this conversation with him. Sex was difficult enough, but emotions? I couldn’t get into that. Mikael, Stefan, and Callum still confused me so much. If I’d ended up having sex with them, it was because I’d been so attracted to them from the very beginning. I cared about them, of course. I liked them, was grateful to them, and maybe even admired them. But love? I wasn’t sure about that.
“Is that too much, too quickly?” Mikael asked.
“A little bit,” I admitted. “I’m still… processing.”
“It’s fine,” he replied, taking my hand. “There’s no need to rush. Just don’t worry about a thing, okay? Like I said, it’d take far more than having sex with someone else to make me mad at a lover—and especially at you.”
We didn’t have time to talk about the issue further, as our destination was straight ahead. The tower was one of those constructions that defied gravity. Shaped like a scythe, it wasn’t stationary at all. Its edges were sharp and from time to time, it would flash through the air, as if in an actual motion of soul reaping.
“Well, that’s not ominous at all,” I mumbled under my breath.
“Look at it on the bright side,” Mikael said. “If Professor Grim had wanted to kill us, he’d have done it when he discovered the truth about me.”
Technically speaking, the Grim Reaper—or Professor Grim, as Mikael called him—had known about Mikael’s true identity all along, so the fact that he hadn’t intervened during the incident with Shiro wasn’t that relevant. Still, I hoped Mikael was right. I already had enough problems without making the avatar of death angry with me.
When we arrived at the tower, we found the rest of my current year already waiting. Everybody turned to stare at us, and they seemed even more hostile than before.
I ignored them all and took up position a good distance away from them, flanked by my companions. With Mikael next to me and TB and Shiro keeping an eye out, the other students would have to be resourceful in order to hurt me.
As it tu
rned out, they didn’t have anything like that in mind. None of them made any aggressive move. They almost seemed… afraid? But why?
Samuel Byte walked up to me and extended his hand in greeting. “Alyssa, I think we got off on the wrong foot earlier. We didn’t mean to offend you and your familiar.”
I stared at him in disbelief and didn’t take his hand. Mentally, I struggled to come up with a reply that wouldn’t earn me another detention. Gemma stepped in before I could do so.
“Yes, you did,” she piped up, from somewhere behind Samuel. “Don’t bother lying. She might be human and a Sacrifice, but she knows better than to accept nonsense like that.”
That was almost… nice, by Gemma’s standards at least. Was I ever going to understand her, or this fucked up school? So far, it didn’t seem very likely.
Once again, I was reminded by the warning Gemma had given me when I’d first arrived at the academy. She’d said that people here were never kind without a reason, and I believed her. Cruelty had seemed more honest and reliable than friendship.
Either way, I didn’t intend to have any kind of relationship with Samuel, not one of friends, enemies, or even casual acquaintances. As far as I was concerned, it would be for the best if I just pretended ninety-nine percent of the school didn’t exist.
“Did you want something?” I asked at last.
“Actually, yes.” To his credit, Samuel didn’t press me and withdrew his hand, but that was where his tact ended. “We were wondering if you would consider joining The House of Gluttony. We’d be more than happy to welcome you and your familiars.”
I gaped at him in shock. I hadn’t even known it was possible for someone to change houses on request. But even if I’d wanted to do that, why the fuck would I be interested in moving to The House of Gluttony?
Leaving aside the fact that I was the head of my own house this year—which most of the school didn’t know yet—I had no friends in Gluttony and my only experience with them had been their absolute rejection of me. Where was this coming from?
