A Demon's Horns: Vice College For Young Demons: Year One

by Marie Mistry

  “No way, you have the entire top floor?” I stared as we emerged at the top step into a massive open plan living space.

  “I permanently live at the College.” He shrugged as he carried me, dropping me onto the black sheets of his huge bed. “Now give me your lips, Succubus. I’ve wanted a second taste since that first night.”

  He crawled over me, a big cat stalking its prey in the darkness, and found my mouth with unerring accuracy.

  He didn’t just kiss; he licked and nibbled at my lips till I opened my mouth to give him access, then plundered with a talented tongue that duelled with mine. Groaning into the kiss, he settled his lower body between my legs and ground the hard weight of his erection into me. The chemistry between us was explosive and I moaned against him, delighting in the spark that I’d been subconsciously searching for since that first time.

  He pulled my top half up off the bed, bracing my head with one arm as he tugged my blazer off and then my shirt. When he lay me back down, he reached over my head, lighting the gas lamp by the bed with the tiniest spark of pyrokinesis, and I blinked in a sudden soft light.

  “I want to see every inch of you.” His beautiful yellow ones captured my gaze and held it prisoner as he bent to kiss between my breasts. “Every.” Kiss. “Glorious.” Kiss. “Inch.” His arm reached beneath me and easily unsnapped my bra.

  When my boobs fell free, he grasped first one then the other, squeezing and massaging with an expertise that had me arching up into his touch.

  “I have to taste these gorgeous tits,” he muttered, dipping his head.

  He didn’t just taste. He flicked and sucked the tiny bud till I was writhing on the bed. Never before had I been on the verge of an orgasm from just having my breasts played with. Aeron swapped his attention between my breasts at random, keeping me on edge as he ground the hard bulge of his erection into me. I slid my hands under his shirt, grateful that he kept his unbuttoned as I raked my nails across his shoulders then over his pecs to his nipples, scratching them lightly.

  With a curse, he reared back, ripping off his blazer and shirt. “Touch me, Baby Girl,” he encouraged. “I want to feel your sexy little hands everywhere.”

  I happily obliged, moulding and massaging his warm muscles with my hands. But he soon slipped from my grasp, pulling down my skirt and panties, his destination unmistakeable.

  I braced myself, not realising he was going to sit there and make a study of my sex first.

  “You’re perfect,” he breathed, finally dipping his head to take a lick.

  I came at his first foray, panting and moaning as I tumbled down from an invisible precipice. But he didn’t stop there, he pushed me to the edge again, but just before I was about to go over, he stopped.

  “Aeron.” I moaned his name in complaint.

  He smiled, and then drew back and slowly lined up his finger at my entrance. He circled for a while, driving me insane with his teasing. When I was nearly senseless from his tormenting, he finally edged inside me with a patience that made me feel adored.

  “So tight,” he grunted. “God, Lilith you’re driving me insane.”

  I groaned in response, arching as he flexed that clever finger inside me, thrusting as he did so. I felt when he added another finger, then stopped suddenly.

  I looked down at him, panting from the pleasure. It took a moment for my eyes to focus on his surprised expression.

  “Why did you stop?” Had I done something wrong?

  “You’re a virgin?” he asked at the same time.

  I blushed, nodding slightly. “Is that okay?”

  “You are… I haven’t… Thank you for trusting me with this,” he whispered, crawling back up the bed to kiss me deeply, moving those fingers once again as he did so.

  I felt sure the third finger he added wouldn’t fit, but the delicious stretching sensation and renewed friction told me that it had. I crested my second orgasm when his thumb came to rest on my clit, rubbing lightly in time with his thrusting fingers. My whole body tensed then released, and I clawed the sheets as I fell once again.

  When I could breathe again, I saw Aeron standing by the side of the bed, pulling off his belt and his trousers.

  When he turned towards me, my breath left me. Triston and Ryon had been well hung, but they had nothing on Aeron.

  “That is not going inside me,” I told him.

  He chuckled, the sound low and dark. “We’ll fit, Baby Girl. You were made for me.” He crawled up the bed, swatting my hands away when I would have grasped him. “You touch me, and I’ll be done before I’m ready,” he admitted, bracing himself over me on one arm.

  With the other hand, he guided the tip to my entrance.

  I tensed.

  “Relax.” He told me, gently kissing down my neck. “There’s nothing to worry about. You can’t get pregnant without the fertility rituals, and both of us have enough power that no diseases would stand a chance.”

  “Will it hurt?”

  “I’m going to be gentle,” he reassured me. “Trust me, Lilith.”

  His renewed attentions caused my body to unwind, and slowly I felt him breach my opening.

  Suddenly it was too much, too full. He continued pushing forwards, stretching me beyond anything I’d ever felt before.

  There was a sharp tearing pain, and I clenched my hand on his arm.

  “Shh,” he told me, kissing the corners of my eyes. “I’ll stay still. It will never hurt again, I promise.”

  It took a little while, but the pain started to go away. Aeron watched me intently, judging from my expression when he could move again. Finally, he was all the way in, and I felt the heady build-up of power beginning inside of me.

  Then he started to thrust slowly, and the pleasure came back in full force.

  I moaned as he picked up the pace, my hands clawing his back, wanting him closer and wanting more all at once.

  My third orgasm left me completely wrung out with pleasure, only to hear his roar of completion seconds later before the tempest of power knocked me unconscious.

  When I woke, Aeron had a warm cloth and was cleaning up gently between my thighs. When he saw I was awake, he gave me a dazzling grin.

  “You’re awake.” He smiled, a lazy grin full of carnal bliss. “There’s juice for you on the bedside table.”

  I returned his smile; watching his delectable ass as he walked over to a side room I assumed was the bathroom. He was wearing trousers that were hanging low on his hips, and my eyes were glued to every flex of his back until he disappeared. I sighed and grabbed the glass he’d pointed out. I must have been out a while if he’d had time to go to the kitchen on the ground floor and come back with juice.

  Fresh orange, I sighed again as I took my first sip.

  “How was that for convincing?” Aeron asked, smirking as he re-entered the room.

  I tried for a noncommittal shrug, and it must have been successful judging by his frown.

  "You can't turn your nose up at three orgasms."

  "Can't I?"

  He shook his head. "What am I going to do with you?" He crawled onto the bed, kissing my feet as he did so.

  I raised an eyebrow. "Do with me?" I repeated, laying my head onto his chest apprehensively.

  He nodded solemnly. “I have a mate who doesn’t think I’m any good in the sack.” He put his hand over his heart with a pitiable expression on his face.

  I thumped him for his teasing and settled more comfortably against him.

  He kissed my forehead. “Mate with me,” he whispered.

  I smiled. “Not yet.”

  A dark look crossed his face briefly, but a banging on the door interrupted whatever he was about to say.

  “Aeron! Have you seen Lilith? She’s got post,” Lulu yelled, her voice muffled by distance and the thick wood of the door.

  I jumped out of the bed, searching for my clothes like a madwoman. Now everyone would know I had slept with Aeron.

  He watched me ambiguously for a moment
, and then sighed. “Give us a second!” He yelled back.

  “Us?” I whispered, furiously. “Give it away why don’t you!”

  “They might as well know now, so that when you tell Ryon and Triston we’re exclusive it’s not a shock.”

  I frowned. “You told me this had to be a secret.”

  He folded his arms and gave me a serious look. “Our mating has to be. But the fact we’re a couple…” He climbed out of bed and reached over to me, righting a piece of hair that had gotten caught in my horns. “… I plan to be as open about that as is possible. I. Will. Not. Share.”

  I shivered at the possession in his tone, and then frowned at the controlling undertones.

  I opened the door to find Lulu standing there with two letters and a thick book slung under her arm.

  “What are you doing up there?” Lulu asked, suggestively raising a delicate blonde eyebrow.

  She passed me the ridiculously heavy book as I contemplated what to tell her.

  Her question was answered when a shirtless, sex ruffled Aeron came up behind me and pressed a kiss to my neck. “We’re exclusive, spread the word,” he told her.

  Lulu pouted. “So unfair,” she whined. “I’ll tell Ryon and Triston, but they won’t be happy.”

  Aeron snorted. “I don’t doubt that.” He shut the door in her face.

  I was going to object, but he was in the process of trying to steal my post.

  “What are you doing?” I objected.

  “If either of those are from your disgraceful parents, I am burning them.”

  I shoved a shield of PK around them and groped for the door handle. “No, you’re not.” I told him, opening the door and fleeing to the safety of my own room.

  Chapter 14

  Once in my room with the door locked, I fell onto my bed with a sigh.

  The first letter was written in a familiar scrawl I was used to seeing once a year on my birthday, and I ripped it open.

  Lilith,

  We are sorry for the confrontation between you and your mother. Upon discussion with your father we have decided to extend the Carazor name to you before the elders. They have accepted our family claim, and as such your place at Vice is secure. We have also taken the liberty of setting up a recurring payment to your account with the college bank to give you a reasonable amount of funding for your studies.

  We hope you are enjoying your time at college and congratulate you upon your recent showing. We wish only the best for you and hope your caste brings you much happiness. If you have any needs whilst you are busy with your studies, please do not hesitate to reach out to us.

  Greatest affection,

  Grandma Frea and Grandpa Jor

  I sighed in relief at the news. It had been a toss-up as to whom my grandparents would support, but they’d always been kind to me on the odd occasions I saw them. I grabbed the next letter.

  Lilith,

  I ordered this book to the library for you months ago, but the librarian told me you never came to collect it. I assumed you had forgotten and decided to use the opportunity to study it myself. Upon reading it once more, I have confirmed it definitely references demons possessing unusual traits such as horns, but I cannot say how much use it will be to you. Either way I am sure you will find it a gripping read, I took the liberty of marking relevant pages for you.

  Regards,

  Professor Saxon

  I groaned. How could I have forgotten that the professor had gotten a book about demons out from the library for me? Looking back, I remembered myself at the time being completely focused on not looking afraid in front of the rest of the school. I touched my horns absently, marvelling at how different my priorities had become.

  I looked at the book. It looked relatively plain and new, but it was at least three inches thick. The cover declared it to be a modern translation of ancient demonic legends.

  Intrigued, I opened it, several pages had been dog-eared, and I flicked to the first of these.

  “Ibrixion, great general of the Pride Caste army led the charge. His horns had marked him for greatness, proven true when his army slaughtered the combined forces of Lust and Greed in one fateful battle. The general himself slew over a thousand demons, with no injury to speak for the deed.”

  I read aloud, confused. “…horns had marked him for greatness…” I flipped back, grabbing a pen and post it from my bag as I did so. “General Ibrixion, 210 b.c.e.” I wrote the basic information down and stuck it to my wall.

  The next marked page was stranger still. “Elder Rutia would have been a great beauty, if not for the black scaly wings that equally marred and marked her as special in the fate of the castes.” I read, writing down the information. As a second thought, I wrote the nature of the demon’s strange abilities on each note as well. “With nothing but a pen, she slaughtered everyone present at the treaty signing, declaring it to be a degradation of our race.”

  The next story told of another man with wings, who had saved the Pride caste from extinction during a war. The fourth told of a girl with talons who had been killed because demons feared the change she might bring, only to have her death bring on a revolution among her caste, effecting the very change they had feared.

  “The talons were a mark of the Strange God’s hand at work…” I read, “Lady Frigg had served his purpose in death as sure as she would have should she have lived.”

  In every case, the author alluded to the abnormalities the demons suffered as meaning something greater than just a fluke. On some occasions he referenced the Strange God, the demons’ barely worshiped deity, as being the cause, while at others he wrote of the obscure nature of such ‘gifts’.

  I rubbed a horn, feeling slightly under pressure from all the stories. Apart from myself, three others had had the horns, with wings and talons being equally common throughout the stories. On one occasion, in the legend of Admiral Helvia, it was hinted that she had possessed both horns and talons. But since the story was an anomaly and so vague, likely because of its age, I thought it unlikely that it was true.

  I sighed as I put the book down and rolled into bed. I would figure this out in the morning, I decided.

  As I fell asleep, I had the absurd thought that it would have felt much better if I was sleeping with Aeron.

  I woke to the sensation of a mouth between my thighs, kissing the skin with reverence. I had a brief memory of being angry about something, but it was buried under the avalanche of sensation as he put his mouth over my clit and sucked.

  I gasped and arched my back, digging my heels into the bedding. My toes curled against the onslaught of pleasure, and I writhed under the attention of my erotic tormentor. The edge was rushing at me with the force of a freight train, my orgasm looming when he stopped suddenly.

  “God!” I moaned, every nerve ending crying out at being denied.

  “Bad girls don’t get orgasms,” Aeron announced. “You ran out on me, Lilith, and locked your door to stop me from seeing you. You denied me our first night together. I think that makes you very bad.”

  I shuddered at the tone of his voice. “You were – are – being unreasonable,” I complained.

  He delivered a light, open handed slap to my inner thigh, and I shivered at the tingles that spread upwards. “I was protecting my mate,” He corrected me. “Next time, you’re going to let me. Say it.”

  The threat in his voice turned me on, but I tried to close my legs in defiance anyway. He wedged his shoulders between them and pinned me there while he delivered a punishingly short suck to my clit.

  “Aeron,” I groaned, lifting off the bed in my attempt to follow that sinful mouth.

  “No.” He sounded a little angry, and I finally opened my eyes to look at him, blinking away sleep as I focused.

  His dark hair wasn’t gelled into place like it normally was, and it tickled my thighs as he shifted his weight slightly. His gaze was drilling into mine with its intensity, and I wanted to look away. The intimacy was simultaneously too much, y
et not enough, till I felt the unfamiliar sensation of drowning.

  I saw in those clear yellow irises the protectiveness he felt, but at the same time, I could see his anger at being locked away from me.

  “It’s my life,” I whispered, “I’ve lived it for twenty years. You can’t take my choices from me. If you do that, then I will never accept you as my mate.”

  He almost growled, but instead of replying he rose up and grabbed my ankles. With a single tug, he flipped me over onto my front and spread my legs wide. A moment later I felt him pressing at my opening.