by Cara Wylde
“Are you sure?” Paz asked me.
“Of course I’m sure. What kind of question is that?” I reached for GC’s cock. “I’m here with you, naked. And after what we’ve already done, I’m not running away, am I?”
He took in a deep breath. “I just wanted to be sure. I want you to feel safe.”
My eyes were fixed on GC’s engorged head. I ran my hand up and down his length, enjoying the way he tensed his abs and thighs in response to my light teasing. “I feel safe,” I whispered as I licked the beads of pre-cum dripping down his shaft. Eyes closed, brows slightly furrowed, bracing myself for the taste… I’d dreamed about this moment so many times, and stressed over it, too. What if I didn’t like it? What if I didn’t find the taste of cock palatable and never wanted to give my boyfriend blowjobs? Well, I’d been wrong to fear something that felt so good and natural. As my lips wrapped around GC’s cock and his hands came to hold the back of my neck, I moaned in pleasure. He tasted amazing! Sweet and sour at the same time, and I wanted more. The tiny beads of liquid weren’t enough. Now that I’d tasted the forbidden fruit, I wanted a nice, hot splash of juices right down my throat. And I was willing to work for it.
GC moaned louder. He was too long and thick for me, and soon my jaw ached. Maybe Paz had been right, and his cock was better suited for my first time. When the mushroom head of GC’s cock finally hit the back of my throat, I felt my mouth so full that I couldn’t even swallow my own saliva. I moved back up, released it with a pop, then dived in for a second try. Easier, this time.
I felt Paz teasing my entrance with his fingers, pushing one inside, then a second one, and moving in and out, preparing me for what was to come. He was too gentle, and I soon found myself bucking my hips against his hand, urging him to pump faster. He placed his other hand on the small of my back.
“Shh… No need to hurry.”
I relaxed and spread my legs apart. I was so open before him. He could see my pussy and my puckered entrance further up, and it was odd, but I wanted him to see everything. I wanted him to look. I tensed again when I felt his thumb press on my ass, but he caressed my back tenderly, and I allowed him to penetrate me there, too. He had two fingers inside my pussy and the tip of his thumb inside my ass, and while I enjoyed every minute of it, I was wondering when he was going to give me what I really wanted. I focused on GC’s cock, instead. When his thumb went deeper inside, I gasped and pulled away from GC, pumping him with my hand.
“Oh my God! Fuck! I had no idea…” I was panting. “I had no idea it could feel so good!”
Paz laughed, but his ministrations never stopped or faltered.
“First time taking something up your ass, love?”
“Oh, fuck! Shut up!”
But yeah… first time. Why did it feel so sinfully divine?
“You gotta learn how to multi-task, goddess,” GC said as he pushed my head back down, stuffing my mouth with his cock. He was growing impatient. I’d teased him enough, and now he wanted the real thing. “Suck, beautiful, or I’ll start fucking your sweet mouth.”
I did as he asked, all the while doing my best not to melt into a puddle as Paz fingered my two holes. When he was finally done with the prepping, I was wetter than ever, dripping onto the sheets. He removed his fingers, and I felt so empty that I moaned in protest around GC’s cock.
“Oh, fuck! Yes, do that again.” GC begged, his hand pushing me down.
I moaned again, groaned, and hummed, and when he started moving his hips and literally fucking my mouth, I knew that was the way to go. I sucked harder, bobbed my head faster, not caring I was getting sloppy. Saliva started gathering at the corners of my mouth, but that just made my job easier. I used one hand to pump the base of his cock, where my mouth couldn’t quite reach.
I heard the unmistakable sound of ripped foil. After a moment, Paz positioned the head of his cock at my entrance, steadied my hips with a firm grip, and pushed in slowly. I opened up around him, inviting him in. There was resistance at first, but as he caressed the small of my back and pressed in further, I relaxed and welcomed the slight burn. Of course there would be pain! But there was much less than I’d expected thinking about my first time these past few months, and I had GC and Paz to thank for that. Huh. The perks of having two experienced lovers. For how bloody immortal they were, it made sense to give me a memorable first time. All girls should shag a demon first. Or a false god. I smiled around GC’s cock. Or tried, at least. It was damn near impossible to do anything with my mouth so full. But he did provide a pleasant distraction from what Pazuzu was doing, so he deserved a good finish.
“Like that, just like that, my goddess.”
I stole a quick glance at his face, although the position wasn’t on my side. He had his eyes closed and his brows furrowed. A smile played on his lips, and his whole expression said the experience was way better than he’d anticipated. Not too shabby for my first ever blowjob.
Pazuzu was fully sheathed inside me. The head of his cock hit a spot I didn’t even know existed, and I moaned loudly, sucking GC more enthusiastically to distract myself from the overwhelming feeling of finally having a man take my virginity, a cock deeply buried within me, showing me for the first time what my body was capable of. Paz pulled out and slammed back in, and as he hit that spot again, I felt GC shudder, his muscles tensing and trembling, his cock swelling in my mouth. He pulled at my hair hard as he shot his cum right down my throat, keeping me there and forcing me to swallow every drop. I gulped it down the best I could, tears gathering at the corners of my eyes. It was thick and tangy, and oh my God, it was so much! When had he last come?! Had he been saving it for me the whole summer?! I want it on my boobs, next time.
After a minute, he pulled away slowly. He was still hard. He leaned in, took my face in his hands, and wiped the cum off my chin with his thumb.
“My goddess,” he whispered. “That was amazing.”
He kissed me softly, and I couldn’t believe he didn’t care that I still practically had cum in my mouth! His tongue sought mine, and I gave in with a moan. He pulled away and looked into my eyes.
“Do you like it?” He chuckled at my slight confusion. “Do you like being fucked by Paz?”
Oh God, did I? The demon’s cock moving in and out of me, slowly because I hadn’t adjusted yet, but picking up the pace… Fuck! Yeah, I liked it! I nodded, and he grinned.
“It’s going to be me next. My cock up your tight cunt.”
I gasped. “I don’t think I can…”
He laughed. “Not today, silly. Next time.” He leaned in for another kiss, then straightened his back and exchanged a glance with Paz. “It’s nice seeing you like this,” he said to me as he locked eyes with the demon. “Being fucked by him.” He looked back at me, grabbing my jaw a little too harshly. “You look so fucking hot that I could marry you, goddess.”
My eyes widened, but before I could react, his words made something snap in Paz, because he reached over and grabbed my blue hair in a tight grip, pulling my head free from GC’s grasp.
“Watch it, false god,” he growled menacingly. “She doesn’t belong to you.” With every word, he thrust harder and deeper, making me scream in pain and pleasure. I didn’t even know what I felt anymore. All I knew was it was out of this world. “She’s mine now. I’m inside her. Wait for your damn turn.”
GC laughed out loud. “You think you can fuck her better than I can?”
“I’m doing it now. Watch me.”
“Guys, guys…” I barely managed. “S-stop fighting.”
Paz pulled at my hair again, and I couldn’t help but follow his lead, straightening my back and using GC’s chest for support. His tanned skin was covered in a sheen of sweat. I dug my nails into his flesh. He held me close and kissed my forehead as Paz increased the rhythm, fucking me into oblivion. My hips soon started moving to meet his, wanting more, wanting it faster and harder, although I had no idea if I could actually take it. I didn’t
care. I wanted him to break me. I wanted them both to break me.
Paz’s cock reached deeper than ever, and something lit up inside me. Pain at first, then pure, exquisite bliss. Why had no one ever told me of all these magical spots inside my pussy? Shit. I should have read a book… Fuck! I gripped GC’s shoulders for dear life, looking into his ocean-blue eyes as Pazuzu drew me closer and closer to orgasm. I moaned, and screamed, and cried, and GC kissed the tears off my cheeks, and when they flowed in rivulets, he licked a trail from my jaw to the corner of my eyes.
“He’s not hurting me, I swear,” I felt like explaining myself.
“I know, goddess. Shh… I’m here, I’m here. Scream, cry, fucking be yourself. I’ll hold you forever.”
And that I did. A string of jumbled curses and pleas left my lips. I yelled at Pazuzu to pull at my hair harder, and he complied. My back was starting to ache, but I didn’t care. I was so close. So close to breaking into a million pieces and being put back together as a new me. A new me who’d died of too much pleasure and was born again. He was close, too. I could feel him grow harder and bigger inside me, and my only thought was how much I hated that stupid rubber separating us. I wanted to feel his cum fill me. Shit. I’ll get on the damn pill. All my thoughts turned into a chaotic blur when he hit my cervix again, and the next time he aimed for it just right, my mind went blank. For a fraction of a second. Then lights exploded before my eyes, and my body shook and arched under the sheer power of my orgasm. My walls clenched around him, throbbing and milking him dry, desperate to feel the hot sticky mess that was his cum. And even though that didn’t happen, it didn’t stop me from orgasming a second time, as if I’d been hit by a wave a moment before, and then another one came out of nowhere, swept me off, and carried me away into the unknown.
Pazuzu groaned behind me and held my hips in place as he came hard. His fingers left red marks on my pale skin.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” he mumbled.
We stayed like that for a minute longer, the three of us, but I was getting tired. My knees were chaffed even with the silk sheets underneath, and the roots of my hair had been a tad too abused. Paz pulled out of me slowly, and I collapsed on top of GC, who gathered me in his arms and lay me down. He pulled the duvet over the both of us, and after he threw away the used condom, Paz sneaked under it, too. I rested my cheek on GC’s chest, listening to his heartbeat, as Paz cuddled me from behind. I was exhausted.
“We still have time to catch dinner,” GC said.
“I don’t want any dinner.” I yawned.
“You will later.”
“I just want to sleep now,” I mumbled. The fact that he was playing with my hair wasn’t helping my awakeness.
“Shut up, you two,” Paz grumbled. “Sleep first, food later.”
I nodded and drifted off almost instantly. Sandwiched between GC and Paz, my two boyfriends and lovers, I felt completely at peace. Safe. What more could I ask for?
CHAPTER FOUR
The cold came sooner this year. We were two weeks into the first semester, and all the leaves had already fallen. The wind howled every night, and it rained almost constantly, making the inner courtyard impracticable. Last year, we’d had PE outside until late October. Now, we practiced in the gym most days.
After my epic night with GC and Paz, I felt like a different person. And I could tell everyone who was paying attention sensed it, too. Maybe I carried myself differently. There was a confidence in my step that hadn’t been there before, and I tried to mask it, I tried to deny it, because I didn’t want them to think I believed I was better now just because I’d shagged and I wasn’t the only virgin at the Academy anymore. But there was no use. I really was more confident and self-assured. It was more than that. I was happy!
And, hell! Why wouldn’t I be? I had two handsome-as-fuck men who worshipped me, my worth points were through the roof, and Patty and Klaus were the best friends in the world! Patty and Pazuzu were on good terms now. That didn’t mean they were all buddy-buddy twenty-four seven, but when they happened to be in the same room, they were civil. Pandora and Paz, however… That was a different story. The ex-fiancé avoided us both like the plague. Every time she saw us together, she’d scowl and almost spit in our faces. She actually did that once, after the word about me sleeping with her ex and his friend had gone out. For the life of me, I couldn’t understand how gossip worked in this place! Things none of the parties involved whispered a word about got out there in a matter of hours. Fucking mages! There was, literally, no other realistic explanation.
Okay, so the entire school knew I now shagged Paz and GC, most nights at the same time, and still… it was the weirdest thing. No one was calling me a slut anymore! No one whispered whore, kuchka, or kurva behind my back. What had changed? The simple fact that our relationship was official? Or maybe, the head of the Mighty Jerks had changed. Sariel.
Sariel. The very first day of year two, semester one, I noticed something had changed in him. He was different. As usual, he sat at the front in every class, studied like hell, worked on extra projects to impress the professors, kissed ass for worth points when he had to. He was still ahead of me on the worth scoreboard. In fact, he was first. Right behind him, Francis, Lorna, and I were trying to catch up. He minded his own business. Girls didn’t flock around him as they used to, and most days, not even Lorna shadowed him like before. She’d tried at first, but after a week of Sariel rejecting her harshly and blatantly, she kind of gave up. She sat behind him in class, but rarely ate at the VDC table. Which was more than weird. Since I’d known them, Lorna and Sariel had been inseparable. He had never been into her, that much was obvious, but at least he’d tolerated her and considered her his sidekick. Now, not even that was a thing anymore. Sariel Gracewing, the archangel, the Protector of the Heavens, the bully who’d tried to kill me twice, had become a loner.
Francis. He was the only one who still kept close to his childhood friend. At the VDC table, they sat next to each other. They talked in hushed voices sometimes, but that was about it. They didn’t laugh, didn’t make jokes. It was as if they had suddenly become the saddest people in the world, and they were supporting each other in their sadness. Focused on school and nothing else.
That suited me just fine. It had been somewhat of a shock at first, but I soon got used to the peace and quiet. I could live my life without having to look over my shoulder every second of every day, and not just because GC and Pazuzu were always there, ready to punch anyone who as much as looked at me the wrong way.
There was no point in lying, though. Sometimes I did miss Francis and the light chats we used to have in the Holy Chapel. On the first week of school, I went to the Holy Chapel three or four times, telling myself that I missed the place. But Francis didn’t seem to spend time there, anymore, so I gave up. If I wanted to be alone, the Unholy Chapel was just as good, and it didn’t come with that jittery feeling in my chest that felt too much like anticipation and hope that Francis would show up and it would all be like it once used to. The two of us staring at the altar, simply enjoying each other’s company. As much as I missed those times, I knew it could never be the same. Not after what I’d learned about him. Not after his god had almost swallowed me whole. Not after I’d almost been sacrificed to sustain his immortality.
I still didn’t know who or what Francis Saint-Germain was. Undead? Seemed like it. Had he died first and then been revived and granted immortality? No idea. Did I want to ask him all these questions? Yes. Was I going to? Probably not.
I often caught myself wondering whether Sariel had told Francis what he’d told me before the finals. MDC. He was Merciful Death, and he’d deceived the system and gotten himself in the Violent Death Cabal. He’d said I was the only one who knew. But why not tell his childhood friend? Why carry the burden of this secret alone? So what if he was MDC? Who cared? Being merciful was just as valid as being violent. He was going against his own nature, so no wonder he struggled so hard to keep his
grades and worth points up. He’d done the practice, just like everyone else (well, except for me, of course), and from what I’d heard, he’d done well. That was another thing I kept wondering about when GC and Paz happened to give me a few moments to think of something else than their tongues down my throat or up my… ahem. How had Sariel survived practice? As a Merciful Death, he should have practiced reaping the pained souls of people who died alone, abandoned, or forgotten. Instead, he’d been dragged to back alleys and bloody warzones, he’d seen torn bodies and victims of abuse and murder. How had he held up when he wasn’t cut out for this?
Did I want to ask him all these questions? Yes. Was I going to? Probably never.
Since dating GC and Paz had literally granted me a whole new social status, I grew bolder. Gone were the days when I’d hide in my room to study. At the library, I’d claimed a spot by the window, and no one aside from GC, Paz, and Klaus dared to sit at my table or steal it when I wasn’t there. They didn’t fear me, obviously; they feared them. And since Sariel and Lorna had stopped bullying me, there was no reason to enrage my boyfriends. Sammy the angel, Kitty the succubus, and Sheba the demoness usually left me alone, too. They would sometimes laugh or whisper between themselves as I passed them in the hallways, but they avoided saying anything to my face. I knew they hated me. I knew they were on Pandora’s side and they were waiting for something to happen, for me to fall into disgrace, or for Paz or GC to break up with me, so things would go back to normal, because that normality, their normality, meant they could push me around and make fun of me. Well, tough luck. Because none of that was going to happen. My guys were crazy about me, and I was crazy about them. So, the bitches at the Academy could suck it the hell up.
