Evanescent

by M J Marstens

  “Aside from the fact small children were involved,” I begin.

  Another wince.

  “The President of the United States was four blocks over, in a limo, with the President of Russia’s wife and the North Korean ambassador. They had just exited the car when your power hit them. Someone miraculously had the wherewithal to record them while fucking their own brains out and that video was sold to media sharks for millions.”

  Now her lips are trembling.

  Good.

  I go in for the kill.

  “The video of the US President railing the Russian President’s wife and ass-fingering the North Korean ambassador!”

  “There was a lot of ass-fingering going on,” she mutters.

  “Excuse me?!” I ask incredulously.

  She pauses, her face pensive, as if she’s deep in thought.

  “I thought the US was already at war with North Korea?”

  Where the fuck is she getting this from?

  “Not exactly, but North Korea hates everyone and is looking for an excuse to start a war. And you just gave it to them! North Korea sent an ambassador to broker better communications between the two countries and you end up making the most prominent US figure finger-fuck the diplomat’s shithole!”

  “Well, I’m sorry! I fucked up! If I could take it back, I would. Tell me what I can do to fix it.”

  “You can’t,” I bite out. “What’s done is done. The Major gods are doing their best to reconcile the situation, but. . .”

  I trail off.

  I don’t even want to contemplate how much more Venus is fucking up the situation.

  There’s a tentative knock on the door and I can’t tell if I’m relieved or not.

  “Come in,” I boom and watch the door slowly creak open.

  After what seems forever, the timid kitsune comes forward. How the hell such a trickster of a creature could have this personality is beyond me. What was her name again?

  Tama-something. . .

  Tama-no-mi?

  No.

  Tama-gotchi?

  Maybe.

  I should probably know my students’ names, but this hasn’t been my semester.

  “Come in. I’m in the middle of something, so please make it quick.”

  “Oh, my apologies for interrupting,” she squeaks, her gaze bouncing from me, to Lilith, to the hundreds of equine boners still plastered on my walls. “The students were informed of your return and we just wanted to welcome you back.”

  An actual smile curves up my lips.

  Maybe this job isn’t so terrible after all.

  Maybe I am making a difference.

  “Thank you, ah. . .”

  “Tamamo-no-mae,” Lilith whispers.

  “Thank you, Tamamo-no-mae.”

  She dips her head, a pretty blush coloring her cheeks

  “We made a banner for you, too. Look in the courtyard,” she directs.

  I stand up from my desk and walk to the bay windows that overlook a courtyard leading to a garden. Beneath, a few dozen students mingle about. When they see my figure in the window, they begin to clap, cheer, and wave.

  The Inuit wolf shifter, Amaguq, waves his arms to his buddies and they run over and pick up a bright yellow banner. It reads:

  WELCOME BACK, SHIT WIZARD CHIRON!

  To the side, another liminal holds up a sign that says ‘#Shitwizardforlife’.

  I stiffly wave back.

  Godsdammit.

  Tamamo-no-mae walks to my desk and sets down a basket.

  “It’s just a little ‘welcome back’ gift. I’ve added some bath bombs and other relaxing items for you. Vesta mentioned that this job is highly stressful. Oh! And there’s some tea in there, too.”

  “Thank you,” I manage.

  “No problem whatsoever. They’re for your eyes.”

  I’m busy envisioning her as the chick from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, so her words baffle me.

  “What’s for my eyes?”

  “The tea. You steep the bags and then put them on your eyes. It’s a destresser.”

  Lilith can barely contain herself at this point. She reaches over and rummages through the contents like she has a right to.

  “Ah, it’s Earl Grey. You can 50 Shades tea bag yourself,” she chortles.

  With great restraint, I turn to the kitsune and ask her to leave.

  I’m at my quotient of patience for this incarnation.

  If this troublesome succubus wanted to mess with the bull, then the little shit-stirrer is about to get the horns.

  Naughty Rhymes and Money Shots

  Lilith

  “Who took you to Earth?” Chiron demands, beyond pissed off.

  Now, this is the Chiron I expected.

  The one I enjoy fucking with, but I can see the man is no mood, so I accommodate him.

  “Alû,” I answer honestly.

  “Alû?”

  “Alû.”

  “Who?”

  “Two!”

  “What?”

  “Slut!”

  “What the fuck are you doing?” he roars, his composure finally shattering.

  “I thought we were playing the naughty rhyming game,” I offer.

  Chiron looks like he has the world’s worst headache coming on.

  “How in the fuck is two naughty?” he asks, not even trying to curb his language now.

  “Um. . . two in the pink, one in the stink,” I offer.

  “I get three from that,” he counters.

  “Two, three, add it all together, and you got a fist up someone’s twat. Or asshole,” I speculate.

  His face darkens, probably remembering the American president’s fingers in the North Korean ambassador’s pooper-shooter.

  My bad.

  “Do you know what your second semester classes are?” he barks out.

  “No, I’m only in my first.” I return with a smidgen of sass.

  “Exactly,” he responds darkly. “If you had followed protocol, in your second semester you would begin Diplomacy in the Human World. Basically, it’s a crash course for liminals to learn how to achieve their earthly purpose tactfully.”

  I growl at his words and their implication.

  “I get that I fucked up, and, again, I’m sorry. But let’s be real: you’ve had me pegged for failure the minute I showed up at the academy’s doors. You know who created me and whose sister I am; I never stood a chance. I’m just a joke to you. Some cosmic inconvenience that had you running to my “mother” for answers. If you’re going to treat me like a fuck-up, then I’ll act like one; because when I behaved, where the fuck were you?”

  Chiron rounds the desk in a blur of speed and in seconds, he has me pinned to the stone wall of the office, my head marginally missing a wall cock. If I’m lucky, maybe one will poke this horse’s ass in the eye.

  “My actions are not for you to question. I’m the headmaster. You’re the student. Students do as they are told. The good ones, anyway,” he mutters.

  “Well, kiss my pucker hole, pal, because I’m not one of your goody-goodies.”

  “What was so fucking important on Earth that you had to break the rule?” he demands, his mouth dangerously close to mine.

  “I got a tattoo.”

  His face blanks.

  “Excuse me?”

  “I went topside to help Alû with his, ah, purpose; but then I decided since I was there, I should check some stuff off my fucket list. So I got a tattoo. The orgy wasn’t something I planned. . . it just happened.”

  “It just happened?! Christ, the apple really didn’t fall far from the tree.”

  That’s it.

  I’m telling Venus.

  I call out to her; which is childish, considering how she’s working to clean up my mess.

  “Blow a raspberry at him,” she offers mentally.

  Well, that’s kind of lame advice, but she’s busy.

  Chiron is still ranting so I do as Venus suggested and stick my tongue out at him a
nd blow. Suddenly, the office fills with the echoes of a hundred raspberries being blown.

  By the decorative meat hammers on the walls.

  And it’s not spit they’re blowing out.

  I bet you can guess.

  I bet you can also guess who’s right at eye-level to take a faceful. . .

  Did you say Chiron?

  Good guess.

  The liminal in question lets out a roar of anguish and shifts, his large centaur form filling the office space. He kicks out with his back legs and nearly overturns his desk.

  “Do I have ‘fuck with me’ stamped on my forehead?!” he bellows.

  “Let me look,” I say seriously.

  He growls at me and bats my hands away when I try to smear the cum off his forehead.

  “I think it says ‘money-shot’,” I offer and he glowers at me nastily.

  I feel the cleansing rinse of his magic and when it lifts from the room, he’s back in human form, free of horse jizz, and his office walls are no longer adorned with penises.

  “Let’s get something clear, young lady,” he begins.

  Wow.

  Young lady.

  “I’m giving you one more chance to clean up your act. If you can’t make it through these next few semesters without fucking up, then I’m sending you back to the Universe. There will be no fucking second chances for you. Do. You. Understand. Me?”

  “Yes, sir,” I manage to choke out.

  I stand woodenly to leave.

  I make it to the door, when he clears his throat and opens his mouth to say something, but then hesitates.

  I scowl.

  Oh, this’ll be good.

  “What did you get a tattoo of?” he suddenly blurts and I feel my eyebrows raise.

  Ok, that’s not what I was expecting.

  “I got a clam stamp. It’s says ‘Your Vagesty’ with a crown,” I reply haughtily, still affronted with the tone of voice he just used on me.

  “Your Vagesty? It sounds like a fucking travesty in your pussy.”

  “Well, it’s not,” I snap.

  “I better check,” he rasps.

  I feel my mouth unhinge and hang open like a whore’s legs.

  Did he just say what I think he did?

  I flatten myself against the massive wooden door as he saunters towards me.

  “Wh-wh-what are you doing?” I stammer like a ninny.

  He grins darkly, clearly enjoying my unease.

  “I said that I had better check. Your Vagesty. I would hate for your pussy to be going through a crisis and I just stood by, doing nothing.”

  My mind blanks as his hand cups my slobbering pussy, encased in my jean shorts.

  What the fuck is he doing?

  This Is My Heaven and My Hell

  Chiron

  What the fuck am I doing?

  Two minutes ago, I wanted to choke the life out of the woman.

  Now I want to bury my cock so deep in her pussy, her cervix will feel it.

  For her part, Lilith looks shocked and a little unnerved at my actions; hilariously ironic, considering she’s a succubus.

  And fuck if I don’t love that look on her face.

  I palm her sweet cunt through her shorts, the scent of her arousal driving me insane.

  I’m done fighting.

  I know this academy isn’t a traditional one, but a headmaster should not have relations with the students.

  I shouldn’t lust after them, and I sure as fuck shouldn’t screw them, but that’s all I can think about doing.

  I lean down and run my nose down the side of her cheek and I feel the breath shudder from her lungs. She wants this just as much as I do. She hasn’t quit squirming against my hand since I’ve grabbed her.

  My other hand has her caged against the door and I reach down with it to tip her face up. Slowly, to tease her, I lower my lips to hers.

  It’s just a whisper of a kiss.

  A hint of what’s to come.

  Lilith whimpers and then remembers who she is: a succubus.

  In an instant, the tables are turned and she’s grabbing my face and is sucking my lips in for a kiss so desperately passionate, my knees almost buckle.

  Her hips are tipping back and forth in a sensuous dance and she’s moaning around my tongue for me. I feel sweat begin to dot my forehead.

  When did I lose control of the situation?

  Did I even ever have it?

  “Please,” she whispers in a breathy voice and I fumble with the button on her shorts.

  I somehow manage to get it undone, but the zipper trips me up. In my absolute haste to feel this woman from the inside, I rend the fabric in two, baring her tattooed pussy to my hungry eyes.

  Gods, this woman.

  There, right above her plump lips, are the words ‘Your Vagesty’ and a golden crown.

  “Like it?” she asks.

  “No,” I growl, unbuttoning my pants with more care.

  I destroyed hers.

  “Oh,” she says, her face falling.

  I finally get my pants off and I lift her high against the door, lining myself up with her slick entrance.

  “I don’t like it,” I pause, sliding into her, my cock stretching her tight walls to the max. “I fucking love it.”

  Her eyes connect with mine and there’s a storm of emotions whirling in their gorgeous brown depths: irritation, an ungodly lust, and something else I can’t quite put my finger on.

  She breaks my concentration when her lips go my neck and she breathes into the crook.

  “Harder,” she pants, as I slam into her body mercilessly.

  With a growl, I oblige.

  Her legs squeeze my waist like a vise, as her pussy clamps around my cock.

  This is my heaven and my hell, is all I can think.

  “Oh gods, Chiron, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

  She’s practically sobbing against my throat, moaning. Her nails dig through my shirt I didn’t bother to take off and I love the sharp feel of them clawing into my flesh.

  Marking me.

  Making me hers.

  I pull back a bit to look at my dick punishing her body. She looks pale compared to the rich darkness of my skin, and I love seeing my cock disappear inside her warmth inch by inch as I push back into her.

  Her tattoo catches the light now and again and looks impossibly infused with real gold.

  It’s as beautiful as she is.

  “Look at me,” I suddenly command gruffly.

  She lifts her head until we’re eye to eye, nose to nose.

  “I want to watch your eyes glaze over when you come and I fill your delicious cunt with my cream.”

  Lilith’s face goes slack and her eyes become even more hooded.

  Fuck, that look alone nearly has me exploding.

  Watching her face, I reach a hand down to toy with the little piece of jewelry I first saw winking at me from her sex.

  Her teeth work her lower lip, as she clings to me harder.

  “Do you like this?” I whisper seductively, running my finger back and forth over her love nub.

  It takes her a moment to speak, but when she finally manages it, she groans a husky ‘no’.

  “No?” I ask incredulously.

  “No,” the little shit-stirrer repeats. “I fucking love it.”

  Gods, I adore my smart-ass succubus.

  I realize I’m referring to her as mine and shake the dangerously possessive thought from my head.

  Love has already fucked me once; I’m never going down that road again.

  But I don’t mind the path that leads to this, our bodies entwined in bliss.

  I’ve envisioned me fucking her so many times, but the fantasies aren’t even close to comparing with the real thing. The feel of her soft skin. The sound of her breathy rasps. The taste of her sweet lips. The sight of her body. The scent of her arousal.

  It all combines into a heady cocktail for the senses that has me reeling.

  I could stay like
this forever, lost in her body, but I can feel my balls begin to tingle and I know I’m close. I quicken my pace and push rougher fingers against her jeweled centered, eliciting a cry from her lips.

  I can smell her need to come, and I know she’s close.

  Banking on the fact my succubus likes a little pain, I tug the clit piercing and twist it roughly just as I slam deeply inside of her. Her eyes widen in astonishment as her pussy beings to spasm around my cock, as if her own orgasm is a surprise.

  The sheer ecstasy I see there tumbles me over and I roar my completion as I work my hips faster into her wet haven.

  Her cunt continues to milk me, long after my own body finally stills, but I don’t pull out.

  Instead, I rest my sweaty forehead against hers and simply stare into her eyes.

  She looks bewildered and a little afraid.

  If she’s feeling half of what I am, I can’t say I blame her.

  I can’t deal with emotions.

  Not now, not ever.

  Instead, I focus on the one thing I haven’t gotten from her or anybody else:

  The truth.

  It All Comes to a Goat Head

  Chiron

  “Why are you here?” I demand bluntly, totally ruining whatever we had going on.

  Which is awkward as fuck, considering I’m still encased in her velvety folds.

  She blinks at my question and licks her lips apprehensively.

  “You know why,” she whispers.

  “No, I have a guess, but not an answer.”

  “I’m going to find her and help.”

  Lilith juts her chin out defiantly at this proclamation.

  I don’t need to ask who ‘her’ is.

  I know she’s referring to her twin.

  “Why?”

  Tears suddenly fill Lilith’s eyes and I pull out of her carefully, noticing her small gasp. I put my pants back on and watch as she turns liminal and then returns to human form, fully clothed again.

  If one can call tiny jean shorts and a skimpy tank fully clothed.

  We stand there, but she doesn’t attempt to answer me.

  I tip her chin up to look into her eyes.

  They are a deep brown speckled with golden flecks and secrets.

  “Please tell me; I want to help, truly.”

  Her gaze roves over my face, searching to see if I’m honest.