His ears burned but when she returned her eyes to his face, it was with a grin. “Don’t worry. I’ll relieve that tension next.”
Wilburn’s brain turned off. He went completely still and let her hands work their magic down his chest and slowly over his stomach. Surely he’d misunderstood what she’d meant earlier. That sort of thing didn’t happen to people like him. But then her fingers brushed the edge of the towel and dragged it lower.
Then lower still. His breath caught. Wilburn had never even kissed a girl, let alone gone been naked with one before. Belinda removed the towel and he was exposed.
That’s a nice one he heard her think.
She poured fresh oil into her palm and began to stroke him. Wilburn gasped and his hips jerked at the sensation.
Belinda beamed at him. “Is there anything I should know?” she asked, slowly pumping her hand up and down his length, giving it gentle squeezes at random intervals.
“Um, I’m a virgin,” he admitted.
She froze. A virgin primus?
Then she seemed to realize that she’d frozen. Her ministration resumed at once and her smile turned gentle. “Has anyone ever touched you like this before?”
It was hard to think but Wilburn shook his head. “N-no.”
“I guess it’s safe to say you’re clean then,” she said, her strokes growing more vigorous.
A virgin primus. That’s something special.
Wilburn could only stare at her as she worked. Her arm’s movement made her breasts bounce and without thinking about it, without meaning to, he reached up and cupped one of them. It was warm and soft and heavy.
I was wondering how long he’d keep his hands to himself, she thought, but her thoughts didn’t sound unhappy. In fact, she shrugged her top free of her shoulders and shifted so that it fell, exposing her breasts to him completely.
They brushed against his thighs as she lowered herself over him and took his erection in her mouth. He gasped again and one hand tangled its fingers in her hair. She smiled with her eyes up at him from her position, mouth still full of him.
Good thing I used edible oil, he heard her think, then laugh in her head. It’s cherry flavor!
Her head began to bob up and down as she sucked his length, taking him all the way to the root so that he pushed into her throat. She sucked and slurped on him with even more expertise than she’d massaged him with, holding eye contact the entire time.
Soon he felt himself throbbing with the need to release. “B-Belinda, I’m—I’m going to come soon.”
She slowly pulled her mouth from his length, leaving him just on the edge. “Sit up,” she said, and had him rotate so that he was sitting with his legs over the side of the table. She slid free of it and knelt before him. A quick adjustment lowered the table closer to the ground and she leaned forward to envelop his member between her breasts and began stroking him up and down with them.
“Come for me, Master,” she said eagerly. “Spill your seed all over me.”
That’s how they always do it in the pornos.
“Let it go and come,” she said. “There’s no need to hold back.”
Wilburn wasn’t sure that he could hold back anymore, even if he’d been so inclined. Pleasure exploded through him in pulsing bursts and his seed jetted all across her breasts.
When he was finished, she pulled back, lifting her glistening breasts up so that he could see his handy work. “You came a lot,” she said.
“Yeah,” he admitted, at a loss for what to say.
She grinned and leaned forward to give his slowly softening member a long, wet lick. “Let’s see if we can’t get just as much with round two.”
Chapter Seven
“Sleep well?” Zuha asked with a knowing smirk over breakfast.
When Wilburn had woken up, there’d been a pair of silk pajama bottoms, a soft white t-shirt, and a fluffy bathrobe waiting for him in his suite’s bathroom. It was a little embarrassing to think that after he’d fallen asleep Belinda had gone about getting things ready for him in the morning.
After showering and putting on the morning attire he came into the kitchen to find Zuha getting back from her morning run. Still in her athletic clothes, she sat down at the kitchen table with a Gatorade and snapped her furry fingers for Bernard, the butler and Belinda’s cousin it turned out, to make Wilburn a mimosa. Belinda was already bustling about the kitchen making them both eggs benedict.
Wilburn, having just taken a sip of his mimosa, nearly choked Zuha’s words. She knew. He didn’t know how she knew but she did. Was that smirk a trap? They weren’t in high school and clearly this wasn’t a world he was familiar with, but in his experience, girls could be cruel and tricky, especially when sex got involved. Not that he and Belinda had had sex, at least not in a way that Bill Clinton would have counted it, but it had been something.
“Uh, yeah, I did,” he said carefully, once he’d caught his breath.
Belinda came over to the kitchen table and set down a plate before each of them. Eggs on ham on English muffins with homemade hollandaise sauce, looking as if it had come straight out of a restaurant.
“Belinda here is a classically trained chef,” Zuha told him. “My house has had her attending culinary schools since she was a teenager. She could probably have her own chain of restaurants.”
Belinda gave him a smile, gave Zuha a bigger smile, and then withdrew from the kitchen. Was it his imagination or were her hips swaying a little bit more? The gun was back at the small of her back but it did nothing to detract from her appeal. He realized that he was staring and heat crept up his neck. Wilburn attacked his breakfast in an effort to distract himself.
Not much distraction was necessary. As soon as the first bite hit his tongue flavor exploded across his senses and he practically inhaled the rest.
Zuha laughed. “You were hungry.”
“Yeah, I was,” Wilburn said. “That was spectacular.”
“I’ll be sure to let Belinda know,” Zuha said, smiling.
Wilburn cleared his throat uncomfortably. He had no practice in games like this—in fact he wasn’t even sure if Zuha was playing a game. The only thing he could think to do was endure it in silent embarrassment or take the bull by the horns and address the awkward issue flat out. After years of struggling to talk to people he was through holding his tongue. Of course, thinking that and actually doing it were two very different things. He had to take a deep breath to work up his courage and hoped he didn’t sound like a total idiot or an asshole.
“So, you’re okay with what happened between me and Belinda last night?” He honestly had no idea how to feel about the whole thing. After all, if wasn’t as if he’d had any prior experience. More to the point, he’d never had a girl—or woman rather, Belinda was several years older than him—come onto him before. Certainly not one who worked for the girl he’d been hoping to ask out.
And he was still pretty sure that he wanted to ask Zuha out. It was a little strange seeing her as a snow leopard were—a snow wereleopard? Weresnow leopard?—but she definitely made it look good. In fact, now that he thought about it, seeing her in this form hadn’t felt as weird as it probably should have since he’d never seen anything like it before. Or had he? For whatever reason, her feline form felt almost familiar. It felt far more normal seeing her like this than using or experiencing any of his newfound powers.
“Am I okay with it?” she asked, ears and eyebrows lifting. “Of course, I am. I sent her to you.”
Wilburn froze with the glass of mimosa half raised to his lips. “You…sent her?”
If he didn’t know any better, he’d have said Zuha preened. She certainly leaned back in her seat with a very smug expression. “She is very talented, isn’t she?”
Was that experience speaking? Maybe she was gay. That would be disappointing but at least they could still be friends. He definitely needed more of those and Zuha’s knowledge about this secret world was inval
uable and she was pretty damn cool. But then, even if they were friends now, that didn’t explain what was going on with her sending Belinda to him.
It was actually a little ego-deflating to think that Belinda hadn’t come onto him because she’d chosen to. That thought struck home with a sudden, sharp and piercing force. What had he been a party to?
“Did she have a choice?” he asked.
Zuha’s grin flickered and she cocked her head. “I suppose so…oh, I see. Belinda and Bernard are my famulus. They were raised and trained in service of my House and now share a psychic connection with me. But if you’re asking whether or not I gave her a suggestion, I did not.” The hair on her cheeks lifted again in what Wilburn was now certain was a blush. “I…I have trouble with the Domination abilities. Most, abilities, actually. I’ve been…stuck in bellua form, that’s what you call this kind of transformation…that I’ve lost most of my abilities. I’m great at concealing myself and misdirecting attention—I’ve just about learned to turn invisible, but the obfuscation abilities are really the only ones I get to practice and everything else has sort of…atrophied.
“So, uh, I guess you have the right to know. I’m not…I don’t have any standing in House Leo anymore. I’m…I’m not outcast, but…it’s a near thing. You…may not want to associate with me.”
Feeling a little better now that he knew he hadn’t been party to psychic date-rape, Wilburn’s spirits didn’t stay lifted long. As Zuha went on, her demeanor became less and less confident and she shrank in on herself. It occurred to him then that everything that she had done since he’d given her the suggestion that they be friends had all been geared toward impressing him.
“Screw that,” Wilburn said. “You’re my friend.”
She perked up, ears lifting. A smile tugged at her lips.
“But, uh, not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but…why, did you ask Belinda to, um, do that?” His face was burning by the time he’d finished and Zuha gave a snicker.
“You look like a tomato,” she said. “No, sorry! I didn’t mean to offend. But you’re very cute when you’re flustered.”
He hadn’t known that he could blush any harder. Zuha grinned more widely, flashing fangs, then her expression faltered and her ears drooped. “I’m an idiot.”
“No, you’re not,” Wilburn said hastily.
“Yeah, I am,” she said. “The whole time you’ve been here I’ve been explaining how pieces of our world work and I go and…it’s hard to realize what you take for granted sometimes. Things just seem so obviously a part of life that you don’t really think about them, you know?”
“I think so,” Wilburn said. “What did you take for granted?”
She looked away, a feline blush on her face again. “It’s not important.”
Wilburn reached across the table and laid his hand on hers. “Hey, you can talk to me. It’s okay.”
Her ears actually seemed to be quivering. “When a primus wants to court another primus…we usually make gifts of our famulus and virgas. But you’ve only just become a primus and you aren’t part of a House, so you wouldn’t…last night must have seemed so weird to you. I’m sorry.”
Wilburn didn’t know what a virga was but if he was understanding her right then… he swallowed. His stomach was in a knot. He wasn’t going to get a better opportunity than this. “Do you know why I was there the other day…at the school I mean, when you and me ran into Demetrius?”
Her ears flattened at the sound of that name and she fixed him with a disgruntled glare.
“No, listen. I knew you finished up your run there in the mornings. I was trying to work up the courage to ask you out.”
Zuha’s ears perked up. They really were more than kind of cute. “You…already wanted to court me?” But then her ears drooped. “But that was when you thought that I looked like I used to….”
“I’d still like to…court you,” Wilburn said, and gave a quick prayer of thanks to any higher power that was listening that he hadn’t stuttered.
Zuha blinked. “You would?”
“Yeah, I would,” Wilburn said with a firm nod. Then he gave a bashful grin, “And, uh, maybe next time we enjoy each other’s company instead of one of your famulus?”
Zuha beamed at him, but then her expression fell. “Um, you don’t have to, you know. I’ve seen myself in the mirror.”
Wilburn scowled and the hand he’d laid to rest atop hers but had never removed, gave her hand a gentle but firm squeeze. “You’re beautiful just the way you are.”
Zuha blushed and looked away again.
From somewhere a phone started beeping. Zuha quietly swore. “We’ve got our Rhet class in an hour. We need to get ready.” She eyed him up and down. “I think Bernard might have some clothes that will fit you.”
Half an hour later Wilburn was showered and dressed in a black polo shirt and khaki pants, neither of which quite fit him. Bernard was a little shorter and broader than he was, so that his clothes hung a little awkwardly on Wilburn’s taller, leaner frame.
Zuha actually giggled when she saw him. She always looked nice but the dress she wore was low cut and snug around her waist and hips, showing off her figure to great effect. The blue material matched her eyes and complimented her snowy fur. Beside her, Wilburn felt a little drab.
“We’ll have to get you some proper clothes later,” she said, when she got her giggles under control.
“Or I could just wear my own clothes,” Wilburn said as they got in her jaguar and drove off. “They all fit just fine.”
“Sure,” Zuha said. “But…well, you’re primus now. Other primuses are going to judge you how you present yourself and since you don’t have a house backing you, that’s going to be important. Perception matters.”
Wilburn gave her a sidelong look. “Why do I get the impression that you just want to dress me up?”
Zuha smirked at him but didn’t answer.
They made it to Rhet. 1301 only a few minutes late and were told that the day’s assignment was to be a scavenger hunt. They were to go to different resource centers around the campus and take selfies of themselves there. The idea was that by the end they’d know where everything that could help them throughout the semester with their different assignments was located. The professor told them that their homework would be to print out their photos, labeling each of them and writing a brief paragraph explaining how each place could be useful.
That last part was a little irritating, but the overall assignment was something Wilburn could get behind. Especially since it gave him an excuse to stroll across campus with Zuha. They’d made it to three different places on their list and were just coming out of the library when they ran into Demetrius.
Chapter Eight
Demetrius had a different pair of girls accompanying him this time. One was tiny and Korean. The other an athletic brunette long hair all the way past her knees and large, fake breasts. Her arm was covered in a tattoo sleeve of writhing dragons. Both were dressed in the same slutty attire as the previous blondes Demetrius had with him before, but only the brunette seemed comfortable in it. The Korean girl kept shifting, as if she could hide her exposed body. It would have been cute if it weren’t so sad. The brunette on the other hand, looked ahead with cold, hard eyes. Whoever she was, Wilburn didn’t care to mess with her.
And yet there was something about the brunette that called to him. Wilburn couldn’t have said why or even defined what it was. She was pretty, that was for sure, but he didn’t think it was just attraction. He pushed that sensation aside. There was no time or place for it in his life right now.
Demetrius’s sharp eyes locked on Zuha and Wilburn, darting back and forth between them before a narrow grin split his face. “You got yourself a new famulus, Kitty Cat. That’s cute.” He gestured over his shoulder at the two women flanking him. “I’ve acquired a few new ones myself. Jung here was in my business class with me but I took your suggestion and picked up At
hena here at a strip club.”
He eyed Wilburn up and down, shaking his head. “I thought I was slumming but clearly you’ve been dumpster diving.”
“Fuck off,” Wilburn said, and started to walk away, but Demetrius swelled up, eyes cutting with rage.
“What did you say to me?”
“You’re ears clogged?” Wilburn said, holding out and arm and putting it around Zuha to guide her away. She was eyeing Demetrius nervously, and Wilburn couldn’t say he blamed her after the episode with the cat nip. “Get lost.”
“Apologize,” Demetrius said. “Now.”
Wilburn ignored him and continued to walk away with Zuha.
“I said,” Demetrius snarled, enunciating each word. “You want to apologize.”
“Really don’t, dickweed,” Wilburn said over his shoulder.
Zuha giggled.
“Y-you’re primus?” Demetrius said, and Wilburn took a certain savage pleasure in hearing someone else stutter for a change.
“I am,” he said.
“I am Swift, psion of House Vespa. I demand your name and house.”
“Demand all you want,” Wilburn said without stopping.
Zuha placed a hand on his chest. “You need to answer him. If you don’t it could cause bigger problems later.”
Rolling his eyes, Wilburn came to a stop and turned around. “Wilburn Graves. No fancy superhero name and no house. You done blowing smoke up my ass yet?”
Demetrius bared his teeth in a rictus grin. “Nameless and Houseless. You’ve no claim to her. She is mine.”
Zuha growled so hard the vibrations traveled into Wilburn’s chest. He pulled her more tightly to him. He’d never been aggressive or standoffish before or even particularly possessive but a monster was suddenly roaring in his chest. It demanded that he claim her, proclaim his ownership to the world, and make known in no uncertain terms that this asshole was not to touch her. Before he’d even considered what he was doing, Wilburn was baring his teeth right back at Demetrius or Swift or whatever the hell he wanted to call himself.
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