by Cara Wylde
Francis had settled on the couch and was watching us with lustful eyes. GC and Paz had gone to the open bar to pour themselves a drink. They weren’t used to being left out, but for my sake, they were willing to let Sariel and Francis have me first this one time, and wait for their turn.
“Mila.”
I looked up at Sariel. He wanted my full attention, and I knew then that he was doing his best to ignore there were three more men in the room with us. I smiled up at him, then flicked my tongue over his dripping slit.
“I’m with you,” I whispered, and took him in my mouth.
He didn’t let me suck him for long, though. He pushed me onto the bed, and flipped me around, so he could bury his head between my legs. His cock was against my lips, but I couldn’t focus anymore. Not when his tongue circled my clit, then moved down between my folds to dip inside me. I moaned loudly, and he did it again, and again. He came back up and sucked my sensitive nub between his lips. I almost lost it. To distract myself, I took him in my mouth again, and tried my hardest to please him just as he was pleasing me. But I was so close to an orgasm, it was impossible to give him a decent blowjob. He pushed a finger inside me, and that did it. I arched my back and came with a cry. He licked me lazily until I came back down from the heights of my orgasm. He was still so hard that it had probably become painful, and I was still so starved for more. I climbed on top of him and pinned him to the bed, my pussy hovering just above the head of his cock. I lowered myself slowly and moved my slick folds up and down the length, loving the way his blue eyes bored into mine, begging for more.
I reached between us and took his cock in my hand, guiding it to my entrance. My body received him gladly, my walls throbbing around him, satisfied with his length and girth. It felt like forever since I’d been so deliciously full, and the fact that this was Sariel under me, made the whole experience ten times better. I was almost ashamed to admit that my two lovers hadn’t been enough for me, and I’d been fantasizing about the Fallen One for way too long. I moved up and down, slowly at first, savoring the feel of his cock inside me. He grabbed my hips, his fingers digging into my soft skin. By the look on his face, I could tell he wouldn’t last long. The thought that I was doing this to him turned me on so hard that I was soon bouncing as fast as I could, chasing my own orgasm.
“You can come,” I said. “Come inside me.”
“Too soon…”
“I don’t care. I want you to come inside me now.”
I should have been breathing heavily, but I wasn’t. My thighs should’ve been aching by now, but they weren’t. I realized that I was strong enough to keep this up for hours. I was a supernatural now. I had strength, speed, and God knew what other powers. It made sense to use them to ride Sariel like mad.
“Mila…”
He came with a groan, and I could feel his hot seed filling me up. I closed my eyes and screamed, my second orgasm hitting me like a wave. It wasn’t even that physical… It was more mental and emotional. This man who’d bullied me in year one, who’d tried to kill me… This man was mine, now. I’d brought him to his knees and made him beg for me, for my lips, for my pussy. He was so crazy about me that he couldn’t even last when I rode him, and that was hotter than anything.
I looked down at him, a grin on my face.
“Sorry,” he said sheepishly.
“For what?”
“You know…”
I chuckled. “You made me come twice. What? You’d planned on making me come a dozen times, or something?”
He laughed, knowing I wasn’t being serious. I let his cock slip out of me, and turned to Francis. The revenant’s eyes were fixed between my legs, where Sariel’s cum was dripping out of me.
“You like that?”
“Touch yourself,” he ordered in a low, husky voice.
I’d had no idea Francis could be so… demanding. Giggling, I cupped my breasts, squeezed, and played with my nipples. I took my sweet time running my hands up and down my stomach, sides, and legs, knowing what he wanted me to do, what he was waiting for. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I finally spread my legs wider and gave him a nice view of my pink pussy. With my fingers, I parted my folds, and more of Sariel’s seed poured out. Francis licked his lips. I cocked an eyebrow. Damn, I never thought sweet, shy Francis has such wild fantasies.
“Fuck, I want to fuck you so badly…” GC said.
I locked eyes with the false god, and shook my head. “Didn’t you hear him? The longer you wait, the sweeter it is.”
“Fuck waiting.”
I laughed and turned my attention back to Francis. His erection was waging a war against his pants, wanting to break free. Still, he refused to touch himself. Okay, if that was what he wanted, I could put on a show for him. I lifted my feet on the edge of the bed, bending my knees and opening my legs as far as they would go. I slipped a finger inside my pussy, then two, pumping in and out quicker, trying to find that spot within that I knew would drive me up the walls. With my thumb, I flicked my clit, my eyes never leaving Francis. I heard Sariel sit up behind me, and saw GC and Paz from the corner of my eye. They were getting restless. Good. Because I was getting restless, too. And I loved their eyes on me. What had started as a show for Francis, had turned into a show for all of them. I’d never been so daring and shameless before, but I guess it made sense. I wasn’t a human anymore, with human fears and insecurities. I was just like them now. Beautiful, powerful, sexy. And I knew they wanted me and only me, more than they wanted anything in this world.
“Mmm… I’m so close,” I moaned. “I want to come over and over…” I noticed something change in Francis’s eyes. His cock twitched in its cage. “Do you want to fuck me? Do you want to fuck my pussy? Tell me you want to…” He bit his lower lip hard, and I knew I’d gotten into his head.
“I want to fuck you,” he said in such a low voice, that I barely heard him over my own moans.
“Show me what you got. Come on. I want to see your cock, Mr. Saint-Germain.”
Shit. I was so close. He finally undid his belt with trembling hands, unzipped his pants, and pulled his cock out. My eyes widened at the sheer girth of it. Holy hell! Who would’ve thought… He was enormous! Even GC let out a small gasp, and I was pretty sure he was dying of envy right about now. Eager to feel that gorgeous shaft inside me, I jumped off the bed and strolled toward the couch, where Francis was still seated. First, I ripped his shirt open, then straddled his hips. I was already more than halfway there, and when his big, round head penetrated me, I came with a shudder. I almost forgot what I was doing and how to move. He took control and pushed upwards, driving his cock all the way in. I opened my mouth in a silent scream. I was stretched to the limit, and I wasn’t even sure whether it was pleasant or painful. All I knew was that I liked it. He moved his hips and pulled out, then pushed back in, hitting just the right spot. I placed my hands on his shoulders and matched his thrusts, soon picking up the pace, screaming and moaning loudly. It was a good thing we were alone on this floor, otherwise some innocent soul might have thought someone was murdering me.
“You’re so beautiful.” He was looking up at me, his green eyes as clear and calm as ever. “So tight and soft, just like I imagined.”
“Did you think about this moment often?”
“Yes. Every night since I met you.”
Even with my tits bouncing in his face, he still held my gaze. How could he be so focused and serene when I was coming apart? I came again, letting out a stream of curses.
“Oh, how I needed this,” I mumbled. He hadn’t come yet. He flipped us over, pushing me onto the couch and lying on top of me. He pulled out for a second, then thrust back in, taking control. “Mmm… I love this side of you.”
“What side?”
“Confident, dominant…” He went particularly deep, and I cried out.
“I’m confident I’ll make you cum again.”
“Dude, leave some for us!” GC growled.
Francis took me into his arms and carried me to the bed. He lied down next to me. Sariel was at my other side.
“Food,” I pleaded, looking over at GC and Paz. “So hungry. And thirsty. And then, you two can do whatever you want with me.”
Paz laughed as he grabbed the tacos and the cheesecake and brought them into bed.
“You might soon regret saying that, love.”
I grinned mischievously. “Why? What do you have in mind, you nasty demon?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know? It’s a surprise.”
I stuffed a taco in my mouth and looked at him with big, innocent eyes. Oh, I can’t wait to be surprised. The night is young, boys. Surprise me all you want. GC brought me a Margarita, and I might have said I was in Heaven, but this was better than Heaven. It was me and my four lovers, and there were no words to describe how perfect and right it all felt.
Book Four
Seizing Year Four
CHAPTER ONE
Revenant… More like ravenous.
Food. Oh my God, one burger was never enough. Double the French fries, will you? Add four hot wings. No, make it six. I started eating like the world was about to end and there would be no food left. I ate like a cow and looked like a gazelle. My body simply refused to acknowledge that I was feeding it fats and carbs, everything drenched in oil. I lost weight, in fact. Now I understood why Francis Saint-Germain was so slim. He was a revenant, too. All summer, the other guys – GC, Pazuzu, and Sariel – spent their mornings and evenings in the underground gym Sariel had built himself after he got his new, sweet place in Limbo, getting jacked. Francis and I had given up long ago. No matter how much we ate and how many hours we lifted, it just wouldn’t happen. Our revenant, ravenous bodies stayed the same. Immortal and eternally slim. Not a bad deal, if you think about it. Except… I would’ve liked to grow a booty like the fitness girls I followed on Instagram…
Sex. Oh my God, I had four lovers who could keep at it for hours, and sometimes it was enough, other times it wasn’t. My body craved, craved, craved. To be touched, to be possessed, to be fucked. I wanted love, lust… I wanted pain.
Be it food, or sex, or booze… Be it Pandora’s special herbal cigarettes, or Sariel’s stinky pills – the ones he acquired in the Third Circle of Hell, – it was never enough. Because I didn’t feel as much as I used to feel before the Great Old One took my lifeless body between its slimy tentacles and breathed life back into my bones. My senses were heightened, my taste buds exploded in pleasure when greasy pork, heavy mugwort smoke, or gooey cum hit my tongue, but my brain, my stomach, and my pussy always screamed “more, more, more”. They were in lack. I was in lack. My whole life, my whole eternity would be spent in lack. It was a curse. And a gift.
I had nightmares.
A cold blade slashing through my chest, twisting to tear my insides. Mud. Warm, wet mud crawling with worms awaiting their feast of flesh and marrow. A thin, white sheet of already drenched material to protect rotting bones and tissue from their hungry little mouths. It didn’t last long. The cheap fabric fell apart before my graying skin did. And then I was… free breakfast, lunch and dinner for the creatures that had turned my hasty grave into an all-inclusive resort. Two snacks a day, too.
I’d wake up screaming.
I had nightmares.
Cold, long appendages crawling up my legs and stomach, wrapping around my torso, my neck; dripping suction cups attaching to my face, my closed eyelids, tangling in my hair, leaving trails of slime behind.
I’d wake up crying.
After what had happened down in the cavern, after I’d climbed my way back to the dim candlelight Francis tended to day and night, I refused to sleep for days. I went two weeks without sleep, then my guys insisted I was immortal, not invincible.
“Do you still have nightmares?” I’d asked Francis.
He shook his head and evaded the question. “It gets better, I promise.”
I had to get used to it. What was done was done, they had all chosen for me, and there was no point in giving them hell about it anymore. I didn’t speak to Klaus and Patricia for a month after that. I’d never been close friends with Joel and Lorna, so it was easy to ignore them. The only reason why I still kept my guys around was because they had cocks, and as it turned out, I was a huge fan of cocks that could fuck me raw…
Okay, who was I trying to impress?
I’m not that badass… I’m not a heartless bitch who fucks a false god, a demon, a Fallen One, and a revenant for fun.
I was in love with them.
It wasn’t their cocks. It was them… Their hearts, their souls, their eyes, their hands holding mine…
Revenant. Ravenous. I was hungry and thirsty for their love, their attention, their adoration, their validation… I was hungry and thirsty for them to see me, to see Mila Morningstar, the girl I’d always been and hoped to always be, not the undead, not the idiot who’d let Valentine Morningstar go, not the useless human who wasn’t a human anymore and couldn’t fulfill a simple prophecy and rid the world of the scariest, most terrifying Grim Reaper that had ever lived. Not that, any of that. This. I wanted them to see this.
I struggled. I fought. I learned.
After Morningstar fled, I claimed my four lovers and took exactly one day to recompose some of my sanity, just enough to appear in front of the Supernatural Council and tell them what had happened. There were only nine people in the room: the four members of the Council, my guys, and me. Okay, nine people and a pixie. Except when I was up to no good with my lovers in a bed that was too small for the five of us, Corri was by my side, always. But I didn’t have to tell them much, in the end. That I wasn’t human anymore – they knew. They could see what I was, recognized it in my haunted eyes. They also knew how I’d become what I was – died and brought to life by a creature whose existence no human or supernatural could even begin to understand. Yes, they knew about the Great Old One sleeping, dreaming, and crunching on juicy bones underneath Grim Reaper Academy. They knew about Saint-Germain’s god, Yig, the tentacled monster. No, they weren’t interested in helping me kill it.
That was the day I lost my faith in the Council, and they in me. I wasn’t the One, but fuck them. I didn’t want to be their hero now that I knew they condoned blood sacrifice. I’m still going to kill that fucking thing. Even if it means I die. Even if it means Francis has to die, too. It had turned into one of my many messed up mantras, but the more I repeated it, the less I believed it myself. After all, being a revenant had its perks.
Strength. I had to learn how to move, now that a harsh pull of the door meant it needed to be replaced, and an angry stomp of my foot when I argued with Pandora or Sheba meant a hole in the floor. Also, a fuckton of excuses and lies. The hinges were loose. The floorboard was rotten. No one except for the Council, Headmaster Colin (who’d been reinstated), Morningstar (who was nowhere to be found), Corri, and my dear friends who’d dug me up and taken me to Yig knew that I was a revenant. The Council wanted a cover-up, so we all worked our asses off to achieve it. The official story was that Valentine Morningstar saw me excel at scythe fighting, got scared that I might actually retire him, and fled to save his life. It continued with Colin Mason atoning for his sins, and the Council giving him a second chance. All was well in the world. And I still got to be the queen of the Academy, all popular and shit, the future savior of the supernatural masses. They were all waiting for me to graduate at the end of year four, go after Morningstar, and bring back
his head.
The rest of year three was suspended, of course. The former headmaster had made a mess of it, the students were behind, most of them still didn’t know how to teleport without a teleportation device, and we hadn’t visited half of the pocket universes we should have visited. We were good at scythe fighting, though. Hooray! Not that we’d ever get to practice our skills.
Grim Reapers weren’t fighters. We weren’t warriors, we weren’t supposed to save the world, protect the living, or the dead, for that matter. We. Were. Reapers. We reaped. Our sole job was to detach the soul from the body when the time came, as smoothly as possible, so our victims who’d already suffered enough wouldn’t suffer for another unnecessary minute. Okay, we had two jobs. The second was to convince those who were about to prematurely jump off a bridge that no, it wasn’t their time, and no, suicide still wasn’t cool. Nope, not in fashion. Not now, not ever.
Two jobs. Neither required throat-slashing skills. We had them, nonetheless. The only scenario where they might come in handy was if one of the old Grim Reapers refused to retire once the new generation graduated. But everyone and their mother was pretty sure I was the only unfortunate soul who’d have to deal with this situation. Valentine Morningstar would refuse to step down, just like he’d refused the last two times. He’d been reaping for nearly six hundred years, and if I didn’t manage to end his madness now, he’d be reaping for two hundred more. There was no other way around it. It was expected of me. No other student at Grim Reaper Academy had the guts to challenge him for his place. And no, the fact that he’d fled and wasn’t even doing his job anymore didn’t matter. He was still one of the twenty-two, and if I wanted a place among the new twenty-two Grim Reapers, his was the place I had to take. By force.
