Scholomance 4

by Jacobs, Logan

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  Chapter 1

  When I woke up, the smell of sex and perfume still lingered in the air, and flashbacks of last night replayed in my mind as I stared down at my women. There were two different arms draped over my chest, one purple and the other as pale as snow. It was Vesta and Akira, and they were both smiling in their sleep. Their warm, naked bodies were pressed against my bare skin, and their lower halves were tucked neatly under the silky covers. The two of them reminded me of a pair of perfectly carved statues, deep asleep and in their own little world, and their thick, luscious eyelashes were like silken curtains as they shielded the women’s beautiful eyes from the pale light of morning.

  Without disturbing the two witches, I glanced at the right side of the bed, where Morgana and Faye also appeared to be grinning in their sleep. Their long, contrasting locks were cast over the pillow like spilled buckets of red and black licorice ropes, and their vanilla-hued, perky breasts were slowly heaving up and down with each contented breath they took.

  All my women were mesmerizing, and I could have stayed like this all morning, but I knew we had to get up.

  Still, I wanted to take another moment to relish in their warmth, beauty, and devotion. My coven’s pleading voices echoed in my mind as I remembered the different ways they moaned and begged for my cock all night long. Each witch had been just as obedient and submissive as I wanted her to be, and the more I looked at their naked bodies, the more I wanted to ravish them all over again.

  But there wasn’t any time for that, at least not this morning.

  So, I finally shook myself out of my trance, because I knew it was time to seize the fucking day. I sat up and gently pulled away from my women’s tight embraces, and then I ran my fingers through Vesta’s green locks while I simultaneously rubbed Akira’s silky skin.

  “Good morning, everyone,” I whispered. “It’s time to wake up.”

  I smiled to myself as my women stirred awake, and they all had flushed faces, messy hair, and glassy eyes. Pale sunlight streamed through the stained-glass window and across their angelic faces, and the women blinked groggily at me before they yawned and slowly sat up.

  “Oh, shit!” Morgana gasped as she came fully awake, and her blue eyes snapped wide open. “We’re going to be late for class!”

  “No, we’re not,” I chuckled. “Take it easy, Morgana, we have plenty of time.”

  “How do you know that?” Akira grumbled as she smushed her face into her pillow, and her voice was still thick with sleep. “There isn’t even a clock in here.”

  “I just know.” I shrugged. “You can call it intuition or premonition.”

  “Don’t even say the p-word,” Faye grunted, still half-asleep.

  “Faye, I thought you enjoyed premonition?” Morgana asked.

  “I do, to a certain extent,” the voluptuous redhead sighed. “Theodora can be a little too intimidating, though, you know? Besides, the use of animals is rare during premonition courses, and you know how much I love working with beasts and creatures of all kinds.”

  “I suppose,” Morgana responded as she ran her fingers through her luscious brown curls and scooted over to the edge of the bed.

  The bookish brunette was the only one getting out of the covers, and she plastered her feet on the floor and then began searching for her clothes. We watched in amusement as she struggled to find her underwear, and after looking behind the pillows, under the bed, and on the floor, she finally threw her hands up into the air.

  “I guess they’re gone,” Morgana huffed.

  “Don’t be a drama queen,” Vesta giggled. “A missing pair of panties isn’t the end of the world… you know in some realms, witches run around in the nude. I think that sounds incredibly liberating.”

  I smirked at the thought. I’d certainly like to visit one of those realms someday.

  “Also…” Faye purred as she gestured to the brunette’s thighs, “you are leaking.”

  “Ahh,” Morgana sighed as we all looked down between her legs where a stream of my pearl-colored cum was dripping out of her pussy lips and cascading down the milky skin of her smooth thighs.

  “Don’t let any of it go to waste,” Akira growled.

  “I’m not going to,” Morgana huffed as she used her finger to collect all of my sperm, and then her blue eyes locked onto mine as she urgently licked my juices from her fingers.

  “Good girl,” I purred as I watched her enjoy my taste.

  “Why don’t you just get a fresh pair in the other room?” Vesta said after we had all watched Morgana’s display.

  “Because who knows what time it is?” Morgana licked her lips and crossed her arms over her bare breasts. “You’re all acting as if we have the entire day to waste in bed.”

  “If only,” Akira growled before she nibbled on my earlobe.

  “Speaking of being in bed.” I grinned. “Don’t forget about Penelope. I want her, and you four will fulfill my desires. Understood?”

  “Yes, master,” the coven replied in unison.

  “That’s my obedient girls.” I nodded with a mischievous smirk.

  “Always.” Vesta smiled in return.

  I loved to hear those compliant words. I could instantly feel blood rushing to my cock, but as much as I wanted to burrow myself into the warm, soft sheets and fuck these women senseless over and over again, I knew we had to haul ass.

  “Okay, Morgana is right,” I said. “We should head to Advanced Premonition because Theodora won’t tolerate anyone’s tardiness, including ours.”

  “Fineeeeeeee,” Akira groaned long and loud as she shoved herself upright. “Don’t get your panties in a bunch, Morgana.”

  “I’m not wearing any. Remember?” The brunette stuck her tongue out.

  “Behave, ladies,” I chuckled.

  “Yes, master,” they all replied.

  So, we all clambered out of bed and got dressed, and when we headed downstairs into the common room, we were met with a comical sight that made us snicker and giggle.

  Our familiars were gathered up into a furry love pile by the fireplace, and most of them were deep asleep. Alexander’s black, furry, rabbit body was pressed against Morgana’s fluffy raccoon, while Akira’s Komodo dragon was curled up into a blue ball and sleeping on top of Faye’s ferret. Last but not least, Vesta’s chevrotain was on her back, and her small feet were twitching as she whimpered and snored in her sleep.

  “Did you all get a good night’s rest?” I smirked.

  Alexander was the first one to lift his head and blink at me with his blood-red eyes.

  As a matter of fucking fact, he said, I did. Don’t tell the others, but I think I have an actual shot with Silvia. I’ve always had a thing for plump, sexy raccoons.

  “Easy there, buddy,” I snickered. “I’m not sure if that will work.”

  “What did he say?” Faye asked as she pulled up her red locks and twisted them into a messy bun. “I wish I could listen to every familiar I came across… I do sincerely believe that animals have a stronger sense of the universe than we do.”

  “That’s lovely Faye, but who cares if we’re going to be late?” Morgana wailed. “Can we please just go?”

  “Chill your neurotic ass, will you?” Akira sighed. “Look at the clock, we still have ten minutes.”

  “I don’t care,” the brunette huffed. “Let’s go!”

  “She’s right, we probably should.” I nodded.


  “Yeah, before she has a fucking nosebleed,” Akira grumbled.

  “Ha, ha,” Morgana replied as she rolled her eyes.

  We hastily gathered our books and bags and bid our familiars a quick goodbye before we crashed through the door. Then we followed Morgana through the corridors, and I stifled a laugh each time she skipped to gain a little more speed. She apparently didn’t remember to put on any panties, because we all had a fantastic view of her tight creamy ass as she ran ahead.

  “Do you think we should tell her?” Akira giggled as if she could read my mind.

  “Nah.” I grinned.

  We were halfway down the corridors when someone suddenly turned a corner and nearly crashed into the overanxious Morgana.

  “Fuck,” the brunette gasped as she stumbled back away from the person, and it didn’t take long for me to recognize that it was Vanessa.

  This morning, the professor was dressed in a long, flowing, deep purple gown made of satin fabric, and her neck was covered by a high collar made of a silk-like material and trimmed with black lace. Her dark-chocolate hair cascaded like a dark waterfall over her shoulders, and the locks tumbled down to her slim, hourglass waist. She was standing in front of Morgana with a slight scowl plastered on her gorgeous face, and her pale, delicate hands were folded neatly before her.

  “You need to be more careful, Ms. Morgana,” Vanessa growled.

  “A-Apologies, Professor,” Morgana stuttered with her head bowed low. “We just didn’t want to be late.”

  “No matter,” Vanessa coldly droned. “Anyway, I was just about to fetch you. We have a meeting to get to before your next premonition class. So, follow me, please, and be quick about it for hell’s sake.”

  “Yes, Professor,” we replied.

  I thought it was strange that we would have a meeting right before class, but I knew better than to question Vanessa about it. So, we all walked in silence as she led us past the same, eerie portraits and down to Theodora’s office, and the professor knocked three hard times before we heard the headmistress’ sultry and resilient voice from within.

  “Come in,” Theodora ordered.

  We all exchanged confused glances with one another before Vanessa pushed the door open, and when we stepped inside, the air was warm and inviting… until I saw the company that took up the entire back of her office.

  “What?” I growled. “What the actual fuck is he doing here?”

  It was the Mors Academy headmaster, and he sneered when he caught my eye. His pallid, sallow skin reminded me of old, soiled parchment, and his long, untrimmed coarse black beard nearly reached his naval. He was a hideous looking man, but perhaps the most disturbing thing about him were his small, black beady eyes. They remained expressionless, just like the erect line of students who stood behind him like a row of obedient soldiers.

  I counted ten warlocks, and they were all dressed up in their white suits with the school crest sewn into their breast pockets. It was difficult to believe they wanted to engage in another round, especially since, just yesterday, I’d murdered the previous Mors team during the third game of the Ludi Mortiferum. Well, I’d killed Bram, but Malcolm was still alive. Technically, at least. I’d driven him mad, though, and the revenge against those asshole warlocks still felt oh, so sweet.

  “Easy there, Cole,” Theodora replied with pursed, red lips, and I saw she was sitting at her desk and dressed in a gown similar to Vanessa’s. The only difference was that her dress was sapphire blue, and her inky hair was up in a curly updo. “Headmaster Ravana is still our guest, remember?”

  “Of course, Headmistress Theodora,” I said, and I plastered on a forced smile. “Please accept my most sincere apologies.”

  The Mors students and their jerk of a headmaster still rubbed me the wrong way, but I knew I couldn’t let them see it. So, I folded my hands behind my back, widened my faux grin, and just kept picturing Bram’s corpse impaled upon golden lances and Malcom’s blank stare after I’d driven him mad.

  This did wonders to improve my mood, and my smile became less fake and more sincere.

  Theodora nodded gravely, and her blue eyes focused on my coven. Then she averted her gaze toward the door and back to her daughter.

  “Where are the others?” she asked.

  “The Vipera women should be here at any moment.” Vanessa nodded. “I also left a note with the other Scholomance students, so it shouldn’t be too long now.”

  “Let’s hope,” Theodora replied with a tight smile. “I have a class to teach, you know.”

  “I am well aware of that, Headmistress--” Vanessa answered, but her words were cut short when there was a quick rapping on the door.

  “Come in!” Theodora called out.

  When the door opened, both groups of women hesitantly entered the office with wide eyes and curious stares. My gaze immediately fell on Penelope as she led her team to another space in the back of the office, and the blue Vipera witch, Nyx, also guided her women to another corner of the room.

  The Viperas’ mannish headmistress also stomped into the office with her oversized boots, but not one of the Vipera women looked in our direction as they took their places. Everyone was deadly silent as they waited for Theodora to explain why we were all here, but then the Mors headmaster shot me a smirk.

  What the hell was going on?

  “Let’s make this quick, shall we?” Theodora sighed. “We have decided to make a few changes for the final game. We will start training with two groups of five from each school, and when we approach the last trial, only seven people in total will compete from each academy. Is that understood?”

  Everyone, aside from the Mors headmaster, blinked in shock, but they eventually nodded because I knew not one person would dare to argue with her.

  Once Theodora’s decision was made, her word was set in stone.

  I stole a quick glance at the Mors headmaster, and his cold, beady black eyes bored into mine. I could feel his contempt and hatred for me, but I maintained a calm demeanor. There was no way in hell I would give the bastard the satisfaction of thinking I was somehow intimidated by him or the new rules.

  I was fucking ready for anything.

  “Perfectly understood, Professor,” I answered with my chin raised.

  No one else said a word, and when the silence became too awkward, Theodora cleared her throat and stood up from her desk.

  “Well, then.” She grinned. “That’s settled. I’ll see you Scholomance students in class, and I’ll dismiss the rest of you. Go on, shoo!”

  We all bade Theodora goodbye, and just before the Mors Headmaster took his leave, he glowered in my direction with his ratty, beady eyes. His thin, greasy lips curled up into a dirty smirk, and then he finally left the room with his students close behind him.

  When the room was virtually empty, I reached for the door, but then Headmistress Theodora’s next words cut into the air like a knife.

  “Cole!” she called out. “Stay behind for a moment, will you?”

  My coven raised their eyebrows at me before they quietly left the office, and Theodora gracefully sauntered over and gave me the once over now that it was just the two of us.

  “I know what you’re thinking.” She smiled.

  “What?” I arched an eyebrow. “That this is a massive pile of troll-shit?”

  “I would have put it in more eloquent words, but yes,” she chuckled. “I know you’re displeased.”

  “With all due respect, Professor,” I said, “Mors Academy shouldn’t even be allowed to take part. The headmaster wanted me dead by the end of the last game, and you know it. That’s why he let Malcom and Bram duel me. Why would you let him stay?”

  The headmistress glanced around the room with tight lips and narrowed eyes, and I had a feeling she was checking to see that no one else was around. When she turned to look at me again, her eyes were filled with unsettling concern.

  Something was definitely up.

  “Cole,” she said, “what I’m about to tell
you must remain a secret… you may tell your coven, but not another living soul. Am I clear?”

  “Crystal clear,” I assured her.

  “Good,” she answered. “Now listen to me, closely. I’m sure you’ve noticed we’ve been using more traitorous witches, rather than humans, for our private lessons.”

  “Yes.” I nodded slowly. “I have noticed that, actually.”

  “Well, I believe more and more witches have been turning toward Elder magic,” she sighed. “I fear these schools, both the Vipera and the Mors Academies, are turning toward blasphemy.”

  “You mean--?” I started, but she sharply cut me off.

  “Yes, Cole,” she replied. “I have my suspicions, but I cannot say for certain. I hoped that by using criminal witches as test subjects for the games, it would burn some fear and reason into these other students. There are dozens of schools aligned with us, and other headmistresses who I’ve developed the closest bonds with all believe there are traitors in our alliance. Academies that have chosen to betray our dark lord and embrace the horrific elder gods who wish to destroy all life. Now, it’s up to me to find out which ones, and I’ve had my eyes on Mors and Vipera for quite some time now.”

  “Satan,” I breathed. “As scary as that is, it’s still a clever plan, Headmistress.”

  “But not foolproof,” she replied, “which is why I’m telling you this now. I will need you and your coven to serve as my eyes and ears during these ‘games.’ Will you be up to the task?”

  “How could I ever say no to you?” I flashed her a cocksure smile.

  Theodora’s secret shocked me, but I knew I had to maintain a cool presence for her. She was depending on me, and I wouldn’t let her down.

  The headmistress stared at me for a long moment before she chuckled under her breath and placed a hand on my shoulder. Then she gently squeezed it before gazing at the door.

  “You’d better get to class,” she said, “I’ll be there soon.”

  “Yes, Headmistress.” I nodded.

  I left the room with an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach, and her words burned into my mind as I trudged down the corridors. It was infuriating to think traitors were possibly roaming through the hallways and eating in our banquet halls, and it blazed my every nerve on fire, but I pushed through the feeling and headed to class.