Evanescent

by M J Marstens

“I’ve learned how to make my mates see one thing when I’m thinking something else,” Venus mentally relays to me with mirth.

  Intriguing.

  I make a note to ponder this mental link more.

  And ninja pegging.

  “Well, I should get going before I’m late,” I offer, so no one questions me more about what Venus really did say to me.

  “Yes, that’s a good idea,” Chiron says tightly, his eyes bouncing suspiciously from Venus to me.

  “Catch ya later, Venus My Mom-Penis,” I call out.

  “On the flip side, My Baby Batter-Splatter,” she returns.

  All the dicks in the room grimace.

  Except for the ones on the walls.

  Because they don’t have faces.

  Yet.

  Outside of Chiron’s office, I shift into liminality and speed through the school. I have less than a minute to get to my class ‘Humanity and Your Purpose’. Luckily, shadows can move pretty quickly, and I reform into my human figure seconds later in front of the classroom door. I enter swiftly and find Marsyas seated in the back.

  And he’s saved me a seat.

  I adore this goat-man.

  I can’t wait to make him bleat.

  No sooner do I get seated, than a woman walks in. She’s younger looking than Vesta in human form, and introduces herself as Ceres, but like Vesta, she is very no-nonsense.

  “Your first assignment for the week is to define your earthly purpose and thinking of ways to accomplish this task on Earth. For this, I would like you to partner up. One brain is good, but two brains are better. Together, you can help give feedback and ideas to one another. After you have defined your goals, and ways to tentatively achieve them, please practice on your partner. Go ahead and find someone now,” Ceres directs.

  “Wanna be my partner in crime?” I ask Marsyas, waggling my eyebrows at him.

  His dark blue eyes lick over my body in hungry perusal.

  “Abso-fucking-lutely,” he concurs in a sexy rumble.

  Around us, the classroom is a cacophony of desks scraping across the floor as liminals pair up, but Marsyas and I seem to be in our own little world.

  “So, we both seem to have pretty clear objectives as to our purpose. How do you think we should go about implementing it on Earth?” I ask the satyr.

  “Hmmmm,” he says, as if seriously pondering this. “I’m supposed to resurrect the old ways for the forgetting youth, and it would make sense to bridge the old with the new, so I’m thinking sex is probably the best way.”

  I nod in agreement.

  “Perfect; that makes total sense. And I’m supposed to spread sexual liberation and unconditional love, so sex also seems like the most obvious choice for implementing my goal.”

  Marsyas rubs the scruff along his jawline in mock contemplation.

  “I guess we should go practice this on one another, as the teacher said,” he suggests, making my legs, and other regions, tingle in anticipation.

  “There was a not-so-private alcove I saw on the way over to class,” I offer.

  Marsyas and I pack up our things and I tell Ceres that we are going to go practice our ideas. She beams a proud smile and even goes so far as to use us as an example to the class. The poor woman has no idea that we’re partners in crime.

  And sex.

  With her blessing, we depart, my excitement escalating with every step.

  My legs are finally going to check off the one item on their bucket list.

  I tell Marsyas this and he tips his head back to laugh.

  “Well now, o mikrós mou daímonas, that’s a mighty shame.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I can think of so much more to do with your legs than just have them wrapped around my waist,” he rejoins indecently.

  I swear my pussy spasms in a mini-orgasm at his words.

  My mind races with new possibilities and ideas.

  I practically drag Marsyas to the trysting area I have in mind. I meant what I said that it’s a not-so-private alcove. The stone bench dives into a shadowed corner, but it’s certainly not hidden if anyone walked down the hall. Also, the hall is lined with open archway windows that looks into a pretty courtyard. Anyone on the opposite side could easily see us.

  I relax my mind and search for Venus through our mental link that I recently learned about. She responds instantly and I tell her to send Chiron on a fruitless errand, giving her an idea of where I want him to walk.

  “On it,” comes her instant reply.

  This is why I love my creator.

  She’s down for whatever fuckery I have planned, no questions asked.

  Also, she spared my twin and gave me life.

  With that conversation over, I turn my full attention to the sexy satyr before me. I push him to the stone bench, but instead of being partially hidden by the corner shadows, I prop his back against the archway window-casing. It’s the same material as the bench, but the hard rock doesn’t seem to faze Marsyas.

  I lower myself into his lap and hook my right leg around his waist, but leave the left to dangle out the stone archway, a beacon of flesh waving for all to see. Our lips collide in frenzied need and my hips grind sensually, rocking against his hardened length.

  The beautiful thing about satyrs is they don’t wear pants. Their bits and pieces are generally hidden by a shit-ton of fur, but when aroused. . .

  No amount of hair could hide that.

  And Marsyas is fucking packing.

  Unfortunately, I chose skin-tight jean shorts. They showcase my legs like no other, but are practically painted on. I want nothing more than to rip them off, but I do enjoy the rough fabric rubbing abrasively over my clit every time I oscillate in Marsyas’ lap.

  The satyr seems equally frustrated with my choice of clothing, but he somehow manages to still my hips and shove the fitted denim aside to thrust two fingers into my soaking core. My head falls back in blissful abandonment as I raise up to ride his fingers.

  Marsyas takes my exposed neck and chest as an invitation to feast upon them. He tugs on my sorry-excuse-of-a-tank top and the sound of rending fabric fills the air as the flimsy thing gives way. Underneath, I’m wearing an equally thin bralette, but Marsyas merely pushes it up, baring my breasts to his hungry mouth.

  He takes one rotund mound into his mouth and his teeth latch into my nipple, drawing a cry from my mouth. A satyr’s teeth are sharp, and there’s just enough bite to elicit pain with my pleasure.

  A heady combination.

  Marsyas laves my other nipple and abuses it with his teeth, as he did the other. His left hand grips my waist to steady me as I bounce up and down on his fingers. His monstrous cock juts out between us and I grip the base and squeeze, before stroking him up and down in tandem with my movements.

  The sound of our panting echoes throughout the courtyard and I can tell he’s close.

  But I’m closer.

  What Fresh Hell Is This?

  Chiron

  I wait until Lilith has left, before I address the Major gods and goddess.

  “Can you please stop teaching the Elements inappropriate human phrases? You’re going to give Vesta a heart attack and at her age, I’m not sure we should risk it.”

  Venus crinkles her nose.

  “Do they still. . . get it on in their human forms?” she asks.

  “I just walked in on Water dumping his load onto Vesta’s glasses,” I tell her dryly.

  Venus lets out an appalled gasp, but her mates don’t seem nearly as grossed out.

  Probably because they didn’t know Vesta in her form like Venus did.

  “Her glasses?” Pluto wonders out loud.

  “Sounds like the little ass-twerp can’t aim worth shit,” Mars remarks.

  “I always hit my mark,” Saturn brags.

  “Then why do I have a lazy eye?” Venus demands, jabbing a digit into her right eyeball.

  “Because you just shoved your fucking finger in it!” Saturn growls.

 
“No, because you said, ‘open up, baby, I’m coming’, and then proceed to blow your wad into my freaking retina!”

  “Maybe he meant ‘open your eyes’ when he said ‘open up’,” Pluto offers.

  I pinch the bridge of my nose.

  I need some fucking aspirin.

  And a memory eraser so I can forget this entire conversation.

  “Can you all just leave, please?” I ask curtly.

  “Rude,” Venus huffs and disappears.

  “Hey!” I cry. “Are you going to do something about these horse dicks?!”

  Saturn, Mars, and Pluto smirk at me, before disappearing, too.

  Godsdammit!

  What a pointless waste of time.

  I’ve learned nothing about Lilith from Venus and my fucking office walls are bedecked with peckers.

  Vesta can deal with this shit from now on.

  She fucking owes me after scarring my eyes for life.

  I set off to go find her when Jupiter reaches out to me on our mental link.

  Already, I can taste his urgency.

  What fresh hell will this be?

  “Chiron, there’s trouble in the courtyard. Make haste.”

  I don’t need to be told twice.

  I sprint down the stairs and when I reach the landing, I shift into liminality and race down the castle halls. It feels good to be in liminal form again.

  My centaur is faster.

  Smarter.

  Stronger.

  In this form, I can take on any enemy.

  I reach the eastern side of the courtyard and abruptly come to a thundering stop when I see a bronzed leg swaying out one of the window archways. Attached to the leg is the rest of Lilith.

  Who is impaling herself on Marsyas the Satyr’s fingers, while he fucking devours her tits.

  Admittedly, I’m astonished at their blatant display of passion.

  And also un-fucking-believably turned on.

  See, that’s the thing about being part animal.

  It’s what makes me stronger, faster, smarter.

  But also wilder, less in control, primal.

  My reaction is instantaneous and my cock throbs in pulsing need.

  I try shifting into human form, but I can’t tear my gaze from the gorgeous vision across from me. Suddenly, her eyes fly open and connect with mine. Even at a distance, I can see them light up with triumph.

  With a shout, she slams herself down hard on the satyr’s hand and comes, her eyes never leaving mine.

  I’m in shock, I think.

  Utterly dumbfounded.

  But my dick is present and in the moment.

  I feel a familiar tingle slip down my spine, and I turn and run in horror.

  I barely make it three halls down before I’m coating the stone floor in jet after jet of my cum.

  I haven’t even touched my dick, but the traitor is twitching like it’s being electrocuted.

  A shudder runs through my body as my cock finally calms down.

  A scrub a hand down my face, trying to wipe the image of Lilith orgasming out of my head.

  Fuck if I’m not sick of everyone getting off in front of me.

  I hear the scuffle of feet and look in horror at the disaster before me.

  Gathering my wits, I shift into human form and use my magic to gather my mess into an iridescent bubble.

  Just in time, too, as Tamamo-no-mae and the wolf shifter who failed last semester come around the corner.

  “Oh, hello Shit Wizard Chiron. Amaguq and I are just practicing our human techniques on one another.”

  “Yes, Shit Wizard Chiron; won’t be failing this semester. Just wait and see. Maybe someday, I’ll become a Shit Wizard, too!”

  “Oh!” The kitsune interjects before I can say anything. “What a pretty bubble!”

  Of course, Lilith comes strolling over at that exact moment.

  With Venus in tow.

  The pink Goddess of Horse Dicks asks, “I heard there was trouble; is everything alright?”

  “Yes, did you see anything. . . amiss?” Lilith wonders.

  “Maybe it’s this bubble!” Tamamo-no-mae interjects excitedly.

  “You might be right!” Lilith tells her in wicked enjoyment. “Let me have a look. I can sense trouble. It’s a demon thing.”

  Bullshit.

  She doesn’t need to ‘sense trouble’.

  She is the trouble.

  Lilith steps up to the shimmering bubble hanging over the other two liminal students’ heads and pretends to inspect it.

  At least, I think she’s pretending.

  Until she takes a perfectly manicured finger and pops it.

  The pretty, disguised bubble bursts and all my cum drops back to the ground.

  And all over the kitsune and her lupine partner.

  The fox girl immediately begins to cry.

  “What is this?” she wails.

  “It smells like fucking spooge!” the wolf boy shouts in disgust.

  Now both liminals are howling and Lilith and Venus are dying.

  “I’ve got to get Saturn,” Venus gasps, between bouts of laughter.

  The maroon God of Discipline appears and takes in the scene in front of him. He turns to Venus, raising his brow.

  “Lilith popped Chiron’s cumbubble. For real!” she hoots.

  Saturn looks torn between revulsion and amusement.

  “They look like they just got back from a vacation in Tijuana,” Lilith chortles, alluding to them being covered in horse spunk.

  I feel the tick in my cheek start working into my eye and my hands begin to shake uncontrollably.

  I need to get out of here.

  Immediately.

  I’m going to fucking lose it.

  I finally manage to relax my body.

  Instead of shifting into liminal form, I let my essence dissolve.

  I hear the Majors and Lilith shout, but it’s too late.

  I’m nothing now.

  Nothing and everything.

  One once again with the Universe.

  Which is perfect because I have a fucking bone to pick with it.

  He’s on Vacation, Like Mr. Gump

  Lilith

  I wonder if this is what it’s like to feel human, filled with a hundred opposing emotions that make no sense and generally just piss you off.

  No wonder the entire race is miserable.

  This sucks.

  It’s been nearly five weeks since Chiron fucking vanished.

  I mean, “went on vacation”, as Vesta calls it.

  She’s been acting as the interim headmaster.

  Fox Tails called her ‘Shit Wizard Vesta’ once.

  And lost one of her tails to the Minor goddess’ rage.

  Now she only has eight.

  I wonder if they are like a cat’s lives. . .

  Vesta seems even testier than normal, so I keep my question of whether ‘on vacation is just a sabbatical or like Forrest Gump’s dad’ to myself.

  But with each passing day, I feel worse and worse.

  I have the sinking feeling this is called “guilt”.

  It’s a disgusting emotion and certainly not something a demoness should be feeling.

  I need to snap out of it.

  Succubi don’t feel guilty, and they sure as shit don’t act well-behaved.

  All this time, I’ve subconsciously been curbing my natural instincts, thinking it would bring Chiron back. Obviously, it hasn’t and now I realize something. Shit Wizard Chiron isn’t going to return because nothing is wrong.

  No, siree.

  Shit Wizard Chiron is going to return because something is wrong.

  And I’m that something.

  It’s time to end Chiron’s leave of absence and get into some well-deserved trouble.

  First things first, I need to find Marsyas.

  The poor satyr has been forced into celibacy on my account.

  Not because he can’t fuck another liminal, but because he only wants to screw me.<
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  And I was trying to be Goody-Miss-Two-Shoes.

  But not anymore!

  Bring on the orgasms.

  My vagina rejoices because I’ve finally made a good decision.

  We’re in between classes and I take off running through the halls to locate Marsyas. I pass Fox Tails and the Inuit wolf god, Amaguq. I think they’re a couple now. Apparently, having the headmaster’s cumbubble popped onto you brings liminals together.

  “No running in the halls!” the kitsune calls out in a sing-song voice.

  “Go fuck yourself in the halls!” I return in the same saccharine-sweet tone.

  I hear Amaguq growl, and I throw up a middle finger for good measure.

  I keep running, no doubt lost. This damn castle is like a maze, and in human form, my sense of direction is worse than a drunk girl’s, who’s been bar hopping all night. I’m about to say fuck it and shift into liminality, when I suddenly slam into a muscled chest.

  I bounce off of it and land in a graceless heap on my ass.

  “SON OF A DICKBAG!” I roar in pain, but a deep chuckle cuts off the rest of my tirade.

  A tanned hand appears in my vision and I grasp it. I note that my own skin tone is only a smidge darker than the stranger’s. As he pulls me to my feet, I travel my gaze up his forearm, past his bulging bicep, and look onto a face of pure perfection.

  I feel my mouth simultaneously drop open and water.

  And pray I don’t drool.

  The man’s eyes are nearly white, as is his closely cropped hair.

  The contrast of his darker skin to his lighter features is nearly startling to behold.

  He has the classic face of beauty.

  A straight, regal nose?

  Check.

  A strong, chiseled jaw?

  Check.

  Full, sensuous lips?

  Double check.

  Add in some cheekbones to die for, penetrating eyes, and an overall sense of holy-fucking-shit-he’s-hot and you get. . .

  This guy.

  “Hey, I’m Lilith and I was just looking for my satyr friend to fuck; wanna join us?” I ask hopefully.

  The gorgeous man laughs and pulls my hand up to his lips for a nibbling kiss.

  “Lilith,” he purrs. “So nice to meet another of my kind. I’m Alû.”

  His words penetrate my fog of horniness and I compute that he’s a demon.