by Ana Calin
She’s completely in the power of her sexual desire.
“Lucia, you know what I’m thinking?” I whisper. Silas and Maverick don’t even move, eyes locked on her like they can’t believe this.
Lucia arches her chest, pushing her breasts up like an offering, then writhing on the desk as if she were in heat.
“We’re supposed to be together,” she muses seductively. “It’s written in the stars, this is what was supposed to happen all along.”
The prophecy is activating, the mission that her creator has encoded in her DNA. She is a Trojan Horse, she always has been. But I have the solution, something that her creator could never see coming.
“Silas, Maverick, please, it’s now or never.” I encourage them. “If you have ever trusted me, do it again now, one last time, and I promise Lucia Reid will be free of the prophecy, and we’ll all live happily ever after.”
They seem uncertain, but what choice do they really have. They came here to rescue the woman they love. The woman that we all love.
They approach, and I move slowly to the side of the desk, standing where Lucia’s head is. Silas comes to my right, and Maverick to my left. They both thread their fingers through Lucia’s hair, compelled to touch her now that they’re so close to their mistress.
“Do you really want to free your mistress from Hell, and have her to yourselves forever?” I chant.
“More than anything,” Silas whispers.
“I will do whatever it takes, even if it kills me,” Maverick says.
“All right,” I muse. “Then here we go.”
Lucia writhes, naked between us on the desk, while the three of us are clothed. I can tell it makes her horny as hell, her chest is flushed, her cheeks a fresh pink. I touch myself with one hand, the other two men whipping out their cocks, insane with want. None of us can restrain himself around her, the call of her desire is too strong. Our bond is written in the stars, so we can’t resist her, no matter how powerful we thought we were until now.
I bend from my waist and reach over the length of Lucia’s body, sliding a finger into her bush.
“Together,” I encourage Silas and Maverick.
Lucia moans and opens her legs, understanding what I’m doing. She grabs the two men’s cocks, so hard that her knuckles show, and they love it. She strokes them hard, making the men buck and sweat with need as they grab each of her thighs, keeping her still.
I sink a finger inside her pussy, deep enough to feel the veil of her virginity against the tip of my finger. I retreat, letting the others do the same, one at a time, while stroking myself.
I realize fully that I love Lucia Reid with all I have, possessively, jealously, and yet there’s something irresistibly delicious about watching her be taken by three men, myself included. Silas and Maverick fuck her with their fingers, alternatively, while she squirms in pleasure.
Her long red hair brushes the ground, her eyes at the level of my balls, and her mouth right at my cock. Silas and Maverick already groan like beasts, fucking her with their fingers, taking her virginity both at the same time—so no one man defiles her, but two at a time; and they’re not using their cocks, which she now milks, her fists clenched around them, but their fingers.
The sight is so hot, I can’t control myself anymore. I touch the engorged head of my cock to her lips, and it’s all it takes for her to open her jaw. Her mouth is too small to take any more than just the head in, but it doesn’t matter, this is insanely hot.
I thrust into her mouth, turned on by how greedy she is for me. This is a feast of the senses, Silas and Maverick having their cocks in her hands and their fingers up her pussy, while I stuff my cock into her mouth, and squirt down her throat.
I buck and convulse, the pleasure exploding in my head, surely making the vein along my forehead protrude. I cum in her mouth, while the other two spill their seed all over her tits, all three of us owning her. We’re using her shamelessly, and loving her like madmen at the same time. We’re losing our hearts to her completely.
A storm starts outside, the wind raging, bending the gnarled black trees, the branches of which slap wildly against the window. Her maker is angry. The prophecy is broken.
Lucy
MY KNEES ARE WEAK, trembling after the savage way in which these three beasts used my body. Now we lie entangled with each other on the floor. I’m sprawled over Ramses, who’s naked under me, while his shadows spread over the floor like tentacles. Maverick has one leather-clad arm slung over the small off my back, while Silas’ fingers thread lovingly through my hair.
God, have I ever been so happy? Until this moment I didn’t even imagine such bliss was possible. It’s like I’m whole again after centuries of wandering the realms as a crippled soul.
Joy surges in my heart when I realize this is it—I am no longer a virgin, but also no longer in danger of becoming a mistress of Hell if I let a man deflower me. I now belong to these three supernaturals, and soon I will be able to take each one of them inside of me. I’m a bit worried about the sheer size of the Lord Protector, but he will surely find a way, like he did now. The prophecy was considered unbreakable, and yet he found a way to disarm it.
I lift my head and kiss him on the lips sweetly, lovingly. Maverick brings his face near, offering me his hard mouth, and Silas’ soft lips take over mine next. I kiss all three of them, again and again, until their whole bodies respond.
“No,” I manage in a cracked voice. “I can’t do this again.”
“We didn’t do too much, did we?” Ramses asks. I smile.
“No, but I feel drained because of the shattering orgasm. You gave me pleasure beyond my wildest dreams.”
I make to stand up, but my whole body trembles. Maverick jumps up to his feet, supporting me with his arm around my waist. I become aware of my nakedness, and of Gordon by the wall. He doesn’t dare even sneak a peek, but still.
“I’ll have a word with him,” Ramses says, noticing my reaction. He stands and cups my face with his hands, looking deeply into my eyes as he says, “Silas and Maverick will take you to your old room. You have a bath, rest, and I’ll be there shortly. We need to set up a plan for your return to the Academy, and—”
“My return? But—”
“The Academy is important, Lucia,” Ramses says.
“I agree,” Maverick adds.
“It’s the best way to ensure that you learn the most powerful magic, and form alliances with other supernaturals,” Ramses says. He looks at the other two, and it seems it’s all they need in order to communicate the same conclusion to each other. “We love you, Lucia, and we want what’s best for you. And what’s best comes from the Academy.”
“There will be one big problem with that,” Gordon says.
CHAPTER VI
Zillard
“She’s back,” Pandora spits through her teeth, leaning toward me when Lucia enters the class. “So she wasn’t gone after all?”
“I’m not sure,” I lie.
I watch the redhead move to her seat in the front desk, dying to know how the Lord Protector dealt with her betrayal. I scan her face for signs of the answer, but I don’t see anything beyond focus. Giselle gives her a nasty look, but one that’s also mixed with relief. So this is the first time she’s seen the Red Queen after her disappearance, which means she only just got here.
“The Headmaster was starting to have doubts that she was actually ill, even though he’d seen her with his own eyes,” Pandora whispers in my ear while her sister, Vanessa, takes the pulpit. Makes me wonder why Professor Jones didn’t return to the Academy. Probably orders of the Lord Protector to make sure people don’t link Lucia’s absence to his. Or maybe he killed the warlock in his jealousy.
“What doubts?”
“Vanessa, told him stuff. She’s been lurking around the Lord Protector, and found out things.”
So she’s been in contact with that weasel of a butler, Gordon.
“What things?”
“Mister
Dark, do you mind?” Vanessa knocks her stylish wand against the pulpit.
Silence falls over the class except for the rustling of paper. Vanessa teaches about the Realms, and how to cross into them, and we’re all really interested in that. Lucia seems to be particularly focused on the theory. She listens with great interest, ignoring even her room-mate’s glances that are full of questions. She seems particularly taken with the spells that open mirror portals, that link all the realms together. Something most supernaturals can’t do alone, the amount of necessary energy is simply too great. It usually takes two powerful magical people to do it.
“I wish you would have told me all that,” I admonish Pandora later, as I take my seat by her side in the cafeteria. “You know I like having an eye on the Headmaster. I don’t like not knowing what he does or thinks.” I brush a strand of her hair behind her ear, which melts her. Her big chest rises as she breathes faster, enjoying my closeness. It’s the way I’ve been manipulating her for months—through her lust for me, the son of Hades. “You know my ambitions.”
“I do,” she whispers with seduction in her voice. “You want to take over this place someday. And I would have told you everything I knew, but, you know.” She shrugs. “You weren’t here.” There’s a trace of reproach in that.
“I was out investigating. Your sister wasn’t the only one with suspicions, I had some of my own.”
“I just wish you would have shared them with me.” She gives me a fake smile, playing with a strand of her hair, and pushing her chest even more forward.
“I wanted to be sure before I bothered you with them,” I drawl, caressing her large lips with the back of my fingers.
Her eyes glint. It’s so easy to bring Pandora to her knees. Soon I have her in the bathroom stall, her lips wrapped around my cock. I fuck her mouth like I would a cheap whore’s in a red light milieu. I like fucking whores in the mouth, but Pandora also likes other men fucking her in the ass. She thinks I don’t know, and I pretend I don’t, so I guess we’re even.
Cum beads at the corners of her mouth as I spill myself inside it, pushing her head against the stall tiles. I close my eyes and think of Lucia as the orgasm floods me. I think about her in chains, being taken by Silas and Maverick in that dungeon, and imagine joining them.
I open my eyes, returning to the disappointing reality, and I help Pandora up. In half an hour we’re sitting together in an opulent bar for supernaturals on the Flipside of Riverdale, where the entire Academy gathers on Friday nights, and she’s spilling everything she knows.
“Vanessa always had a weakness for the Lord Protector,” she says, the top of her black lace bra visible above the rim of her black corset. She’s wearing long black glittery earrings that reach her shoulders, her lips around the straw in her cocktail. She looks in Vanessa’s direction. Tonight must be special, teachers and even the Headmaster are here. “I guess that’s why she hates the Red Witch’s guts so much, and why she’s been stalking her.”
I sip from my Ambrose, frustrated as I think of my own discovery about the Lord Protector and Lucia. He’s in love with her. Maybe I should be glad she has two other lovers, that way he has to keep away. On a deeper level I believe I can compete with both of them to earn her lust, but not with the Lord Protector. No man could ever compete against him, all the women who ever met him in person fell in deep infatuation.
“I thought your sister had something going with the Headmaster,” I comment in an attempt to distract myself from the tormenting thoughts of Lucia and her lovers.
Pandora shrugs. “I’m not sure she doesn’t. Men with power and position usually want her, they think she’d make a good official girlfriend.”
“Too bad they don’t think the same about you.”
Pandora’s eyes dart to me, and I wink.
“I don’t care who thinks what about me. I only have eyes for you and the handsome beast of your brother.” My brother, who’s just joining us now that he got his drink from the bar. She leans into him and kisses him long on the lips, her tits pushing against his arm. She loves him for being huge and beastly, and she often likes having both of us at the same time—even though she enjoys the thrill of cheating on us, too.
Beautiful red locks at the entrance steal my attention, rendering me deaf to Pandora’s further ramblings. My head isn’t the only one that turns. Most men in the room are immediately drawn to the Red Queen. She has a way of standing out, and not only because of her beautiful mane, but also her mysterious eyes and that strange mix of innocence and sexiness. She’s wearing a red wrap dress with one shoulder free, the fabric showcasing the delicate shape of her body. She enters like a model on a catwalk. There’s something majestic about her, as if she’s really become a queen. How can a woman give herself to two men at the same time, like a wanton, and yet ooze an aura that would make kings fall to her feet in respect?
Vanessa and the Headmaster watch her with hawkish eyes. Vanessa’s cold features sharpen into an even colder expression. She’s a tall, willowy woman with paper-white skin that strains over her sinews when she’s angry. And the sight of Lucia gliding like sensuality made flesh into the room causes her to tighten up big time.
The Headmaster’s dead eyes follow Lucia, too, as she heads to a table together with her friend, Giselle. They join the two water nymphs they’re friends with.
All four of them are pretty, especially since fae and nymphs are creatures of beauty. But Lucia is the most impressive of them all. I’m drawn to her heart-shaped face like a moth to a flame, and dangerous thoughts start to shape in my mind—what if I make her an offer. I would help her survive the Academy, I’d deal with her enemies—who will only increase in number—in exchange for a night of passion. Or more of them.
“By the way you’re staring at her, I’d say you’d fuck her on that very table,” Pandora says, caressing my brother’s bicep. “Too bad you won’t get the chance to. She’s going to the pit tonight.”
I lean in, not sure I heard her right. “Excuse me?”
“Look, she’s been here for too long. And even though the Headmaster, my sister, even you, Viggo and I, along with all the dark fae and witches at the Academy were actively against her, plotting to get her to expose herself as the Red Queen, she managed to stay afloat. She was cut off from her three protectors, and yet here she is, sitting at that table with the golden girl of the all the fae families. The dark fae would never do anything against the Red Queen so long as she has Giselle Midwinter for a room-mate.” She glances at the two.
I don’t like where this is going. I turn my attention to Viggo, who it seems has been keeping things from me. He stares back at me like a big baby aware he’s broken something. Well, he never was the smartest guy.
Pandora keeps talking, taking pleasure in telling me things that are supposed to surprise me. My eyes pan over the place, assessing the patrons. Indeed, it’s much fuller than usual. Many of the professors, and now a group of boisterous warlocks enter the room. Normally they would freeze at the sight of our Headmaster and Vanessa, trying to act normal and not draw attention, but instead they head straight for Lucia, without even attempting to hide it.
They slap each other’s shoulders, being loud and laughing with bottles in their hands as they make a beeline for her. She doesn’t even glance behind at them, but her back tightens like a slab of stone, her face now frozen, her hands clamped around her glass.
The Headmaster and Vanessa watch from under their eyebrows, holding their breath, their fingers stiff over their drinks. By the cursed realms. They planned this.
My whole body tenses as one of the warlocks pretends to just notice Lucia. There’s no way that’s actually true. She has become the kind of woman that sticks out in a fucking stadium. The warlock grabs her shoulder, forcing her to turn around, and nobody steps in for her. Half the people here are stunned, not knowing how to react, and half of them participated in this plan.
I stand, my fingers already curling into fists, when Pandora places a light
hand on my right.
“If you dare step in for her, the Headmaster will find a way to throw you out of the Academy.” Her voice is sweet, but if looks could pin me down with iron screws, hers would.
“I’m the son of Hades,” I retort. “Let the Headmaster do that, and he’ll literally be tearing his own guts out in the depths of Tartarus.”
I make to head to Lucia again, just as two other warlocks touch her, and her friends jump up to help. But Pandora grips my fist harder.
“Then I swear that I’ll kill her in her sleep, or die trying.” Her eyes darken with the promise as she lifts an eyebrow. “And you know I don’t die easily.”
Pandora does have a special power, one that can indeed prove dangerous to Lucia. Like a cat, she has nine lives. Lucia only has one.
The bullies throw Lucia’s friends over the table, causing a great commotion, isolating Lucia from her group and trapping her between them. I can see the trauma in her eyes, and something snaps in my heart. This is a flashback, she’s lived this before.
She backs away from them, but they tighten their circle around her. I heard stories of her opening her first portal when she was attacked by four drunks like this, and threatened with rape. The Headmaster watches like this is the climax scene of a movie, his fangs showing and dripping. He’s clearly put a lot of effort in this scenario, and Vanessa seems to be feeling the same.
By the cursed realms, they’re recreating what happened on Halloween in order to make her lose control of her emotions and open a portal to Hell, exposing herself as the Red Queen.
“Lucia, don’t.” I push Pandora’s hand off of mine.
“I meant what I said, Zillard,” she calls, but there’s no holding me back. Lucia has three protectors, but none of them are here. The only person more or less on her side now is me.
