Academy of Deadly Arts

by Helen Scott

  His strokes were deliciously slow and almost torturous at the beginning, but the longer he kept going the faster they became until the sound of flesh slapping against flesh was all I could hear, along with the occasional grunt from Gaius. My breasts swung freely beneath me and I was sure that if he didn’t have such a strong hold on me then he would have been fucking me right off the bed.

  “If I let go of your hair you promise to stay on your hands and knees?” he asked, his voice sounding hoarse.

  “Yes,” I gasped as he thrust into me with enough force that he pushed my hips forward even though he was holding me in place.

  “Yes, what?” he demanded.

  “Yes, sir,” I breathed as he withdrew from me for a moment.

  “Good girl,” he nearly purred, thrusting into me again and releasing my hair. The blood rushed back to my scalp and I felt like all my senses were heightened for a moment.

  Both hands came to rest on my hips holding me in place as he pounded into me. When one hand released and moved toward my pussy I quivered with anticipation.

  His fingers deftly found my clit, and as he began to circle the little nub his other hand came up to my tits so he was hunched over me. Yet it didn’t seem to slow him down. Playing with my nipple, my clit, and fucking me as hard as he could had me rocketing up to my orgasm faster than I ever had before.

  “Don’t you dare come, not until I tell you,” he said right as my body was about to release.

  The words were almost like a bridle on my pleasure, directing me the way he wanted until I was whimpering and begging him to let me come. I didn’t know how long we kept that up but my body was coiled tight with pleasure like a volcano about to erupt.

  “You can come now,” he said as he bit down on the skin between my neck and shoulder.

  The wave that rushed through me was almost instantaneous. My orgasm burst like a water balloon showering me in pleasure, while Gaius kept fucking me. His thrusts only drove my orgasm higher until I was bucking and convulsing around him, my pussy gripping him, pulsing with my pleasure around his cock. For a moment it was like I’d been thrown from my own body, like I was floating high above the clouds.

  “Is that all you’ve got?” he asked when I came back down. I heard the challenge in his voice but my body had turned to jelly and I couldn’t keep myself propped up anymore. “You were pent up, weren’t you, sweetheart?”

  I nodded my head and didn’t even realize that he’d flipped me over until I found myself folded up like a taco with my legs over his shoulders, staring into his blue eyes.

  He thrust into me again and my eyes almost rolled back in pleasure. I’d forgotten how much I loved sex, and he was about to find out how hard I was to keep up with once I was reminded. A low, dark chuckle escaped him.

  “That was one, so I still owe you one more for that stellar blow job,” he said with a grin tugging at his full lips before he leaned down and kissed me. I could still taste myself on his tongue and loved it.

  When he pulled away I whispered, “What are you waiting for then?” Even though I wasn’t sure if I was ready for another orgasm, not after that last one where I could swear I saw stars.

  Gaius picked up the pace and, just when I was expecting him to stick with this position, he changed it up pulling my legs together while lifting my hips off the bed, I would have felt like an awkward taco if my brain hadn’t been so focused on the pleasure he was giving me. The position changed the angle, and suddenly when he was entering me I could feel a different sensation, one where I was breaking out in goosebumps over and over again.

  “Play with your nipples,” he commanded.

  My hands obediently followed directions. I was caught between two lightning rods, one pulling sensations up to my nipples, but the other, more powerful one, bringing all the other sensations back down to my pussy. I was desperate for him to play with my clit but he didn’t; his steady thrusts kept the new feeling building within me until I felt like I was probably speaking in tongues.

  Before I even knew what was happening my whole body was bowing off the bed, and while Gaius continued thrusting I had an orgasm like none I’d ever had before. My legs were shaking in his grip and, when he let one fall lower and touched my clit, just touched it, I was soaring out of my body once more. My orgasm ripped through me like a tsunami of pleasure.

  I vaguely heard him grunt and growl my name and felt his cock pulse within me over and over again as his own orgasm overtook him. When all the twitches and aftershocks of pleasure had run their course Gaius flopped down onto the bed next to me. “That’s two.”

  I beamed at him, having never had such a thorough fucking in my whole life. His arm wrapped around me and he pulled me tight against him, nestling me into the curve of his body until the deep, sated relaxation of multiple orgasms took hold and I let go, allowing sleep to claim me.

  Noah

  I knew I shouldn’t listen. As soon as the first moan came from Gaius’s room I knew I should leave the house, get some air, do something, anything, where I wouldn’t have to listen to Gaius and Avery have sex, but the sound also pinned me in place.

  Sighs and moans seemed to reverberate through the whole house as he gave her pleasure that I wanted to give her. It wasn’t jealousy that was stirring within me, I knew I had nothing to be jealous of, but I couldn’t wait until it was my turn, if Avery decided to bless me that way.

  She was beautiful and smart, and I wanted nothing more than to hear her make those sounds while she came on my cock. I heard someone rushing downstairs followed by the front door slamming, and I knew that I should join them, whichever one of my brothers had tried to escape the noises. It was pointless for me though. Once I’d heard the first moan it had burned itself into my brain.

  I lay back on my bed, palming my cock. It was painfully hard. The asshole part of myself told me to just go and fuck one of the groupies that followed the band around, telling me that getting my dick wet was better than jerking off in my room alone. I didn’t want anyone else though.

  My cock ached to be buried in Avery’s sweet pussy and the thought of fucking anyone else turned me off, so I was stuck, cock in hand, listening to my best friend pull out all the stops as he fucked the girl we all wanted. We’d had a talk before they went on their date, all of us, and if she was up for it then we were all okay sharing her. I knew I sure as hell didn’t want anyone else, and I knew Gaius and Bowie didn’t either. Xavier was a little different because he still wanted Jude, but they were a complicated pair.

  I began to stroke myself in time with the sound of flesh on flesh coming from the other room. Gaius set a brutal pace and from the noises Avery was making she loved it. Each time she moaned it was like a lightning bolt of pleasure hitting my cock. I groaned and lay back, closing my eyes and imagining her riding my cock. Her tits bouncing up and down while I played with her clit.

  When her first orgasm hit it ripped one from me as well, even though I hadn’t thought I was that close. Something about the noises she made though, it pushed me right over the edge. I wasn’t a one and done kind of guy, so when Gaius kept pounding away I kept stroking my cock.

  I wanted to have her be in control and then cede it to me. Let me fuck her in the ass while Gaius or Bowie fucked her pussy. My hand on her throat holding her in place while her whole body rocked between me and my brothers. We would make her scream our names as she came on first one cock and then another. My only question was could she keep up with us?

  Her second orgasm hit and sounded different. This time when I came I knew I’d be done afterward; there was a different feeling to it as my balls tightened and my cock jerked in my hand. Thankfully I had a tissue box near by so I didn’t make a mess like a fucking teenager.

  This wasn’t the first time I’d jacked off to images of Avery in my head, and I knew it wouldn’t be the last either. My only hope was that one day she’d let my bury my cock inside her as I came.

  A sliver of shame flowed through me at touching myself to som
ething that was meant to be private, but it also wasn’t like they’d tried to keep the noise down. I wasn’t sure what Avery would think if she knew I’d listened to the whole thing, but I knew I’d tell her one day, if we ever got close to having our own intimate moments.

  For once, I didn’t want there to be secrets between me and the female I was seeing.

  It was an odd place to be since I usually kept women at arm’s length, but this time was different. Avery was already under my skin, and evidently, under everyone else’s too. I couldn’t help but hope that she gave the rest of us a chance and didn’t fixate on Gaius. After all, the guy didn’t even have the biggest cock out of all of us.

  When the sounds from Gaius’s room finally stopped I let out a sigh of relief. If they had kept going then I probably would have too. My refractory period was almost painfully short sometimes, so I wasn’t surprised when my cock got hard again, but this time it was easier to ignore it.

  I wanted everything about this woman from her mouth to her ass, not to mention those perfect breasts, but I also craved more than that, which was something I hadn’t felt in much too long. I wanted to make her smile every day, to tease her and take her out to places only we knew about, places that were only for ghosts that had been dead a while, private places. I wanted to shower her with affection and show her how special I thought she was, I had since the very beginning.

  The worst part, or best part, depending on how you looked at it, was that I wanted to do this alongside all the men who had become my brothers in the afterlife. I wished for us to be a damned happy family, and if that wasn’t pathetic I didn’t know what was. The rocker was no more, in his place was a lovesick puppy who just desired some attention from his owner, and whether Avery knew it or not yet, she owned my heart.

  21

  Avery

  The smile on my face just wouldn’t quit as I walked back to my dorm room. I might have hated the fact that I was probably going to have to face Rose, since apparently she never left the room, but the afterglow of my time with Gaius was drowning that out. It was like wearing a warm blanket in the dead of winter in Minnesota. I felt all snuggled and safe even if I was walking through limbo alone and could possibly be attacked by demons or a serial killer at any moment.

  I briefly remembered their offer to have me move in. I was still torn though and hadn’t given them an answer. Did I want to be away from Rose? Hell, yeah. Did I want to have a confusing relationship with possibly five men that I shared a house with? Maybe? Or would dealing with one of them be more than I could handle?

  My hand drifted to my lips as I remembered the sensation of Gaius kissing and biting them. Heat shot through my body once more as I began to climb the stairs to my room. When I opened the door the clicking of Rose’s knitting needles made me shudder, but I pasted a smile on my face and entered anyway, even though I wanted to run in the opposite direction.

  “I was almost convinced you were dead,” she said as I closed the door behind me.

  The comment hit a little too close to home. My suspicions flew around in my head and for a moment I thought maybe she was the killer; she did like pointy objects if her knitting needles were anything to go by. When I looked at her again though I almost laughed at the idea. Miss frilly dresses and lace doilies wouldn’t know where to start with committing murder. Hell, she’d probably be more concerned about the mess it would make than anything else.

  “Nope, just been hanging out with the guys,” I replied, trying to keep my tone light and friendly. She was my roommate, and for lack of another option I wanted to keep things at least civil between us even though our last conversation had been anything but.

  Rose made a derisive noise in the back of her throat.

  “That wasn’t very lady like,” I muttered under my breath.

  Evidently she heard me anyway since when I reached for the door handle that would allow me into the sanctuary of my room she replied in a stage whisper, “Neither is spreading your legs for anyone and everyone, but there you go.”

  I turned with a smile on my face as I remember exactly how good Gaius had made me feel. “You’re right. I’m not ladylike, but honey, when I spread my legs I get nothing but pleasure,” I drawled with a grin stretching my cheeks. Her face flushed and I couldn’t help but continue, “I reach heights of ecstasy that you couldn’t even dream of, and the best part is I don’t regret a thing. I can’t wait to have him inside me again, thrusting away and bringing me to climax over and over again, and there’s nothing you can say that will take that feeling from me. Have a good night.”

  Fury glinted in her eyes as she watched me, her needles clicking ever faster as I stared at her. Finally, I turned away and stepped into my room without looking where I was going. There shouldn’t have been any need to since it was my room and I knew the layout of it, but the door didn’t lead to my room in that moment, instead I ended up in the bright, white office of the Arbiter, the one that seemed endless and empty of all except a desk and two chairs, one of which I had just tripped over.

  The Arbiter sat in the chair behind the desk with his white suit on. He would almost blend into the background if it wasn’t for the shock of dark hair on his head. It stood out given there was nothing else of color in the room. It looked both black-brown and black-blue depending on how he tilted his head. And he was tilting his head.

  He was examining me like a bug under a microscope. I crossed my arms over my chest and sat in the chair. “Am I in trouble?”

  “No, yes, maybe,” he replied as he rubbed his face like there was stubble there, even though from where I was sitting it was completely smooth. “It depends on what you class as trouble I guess.”

  “Okay...” I waited for him to continue, but instead he just seemed to stare at the top of the desk, watching it for answers of some kind. “Maybe if you tell me why I’m here I can figure it out for myself.”

  “Where to begin with why you’re here is just as difficult a question as whether you’re in trouble,” the Arbiter replied, sounding oddly casual in comparison to our first meeting. If I didn’t know better I would swear the man had the hint of a Scots accent as well, but he was an ethereal being, surely he wouldn’t have an accent of any kind?

  I didn’t particularly know what to say to that, so we sat in silence for a while. I wanted to shake him and scream at him to tell me what was going on so that my anxiety wouldn’t be sky high like it was while I was waiting for him to speak. Was he trying to torture me? If so he was doing a damned good job.

  “I’m not trying to torture you,” he said quietly.

  “You can read my thoughts?” I asked, slightly shocked that this had only just come up.

  “Yes. It’s one of the burdens of being the Arbiter, along with a few others.” He let out a long sigh and sagged in his chair, a wave of exhaustion had just hit him like a ton of bricks. “I wasn’t always this, you know?” He gestured up and down to his white suit.

  “You mean you wore other colors?”

  “No, I mean I wasn’t always the Arbiter. At one point I was just a man. My name began with a B, or was it a D? I don’t remember anymore; I’ve been the Arbiter for so long that I have forgotten everything about my true self. My world was reduced down to the room we sit in and collecting souls. That’s all I’ve done for the last however many hundred years.”

  “Why are you telling me this?” I asked as dread pooled in my stomach.

  “Because the signs are all there. I’m fading, my power is waning and it’s time for me to pass it on to someone else. Apparently, the universe has chosen you.”

  He waited like he was expecting a big reaction from me, but all I could do was replay the words he’d just said over and over in my head as I tried to understand them. Was he playing a joke on me? Was this some kind of weird test or game that I didn’t know about?

  “No joke, test, or game. My predecessor didn’t exactly leave me much to go on, so I don’t know how to go about this. I’ve done my research when I could,
but there’s still so much I don’t know that I’m not sure how to tell you.”

  “Just tell me what you do know,” I replied, getting exasperated.

  “I know my power is declining. I can feel it, like my limbs are turning to lead. Moving between realms is getting more difficult by the day, and sooner than later I won’t be able to do it at all. Souls are becoming harder to transport between the aetherworld and the netherworld; the only place that doesn’t take effort to get to is purgatory. My ability to keep things hidden from others is becoming more sporadic. There are other, more personal things as well, but we don’t need to go in to those.” His gaze was shuttered as he listed off everything that seemed to be going wrong for him.

  I wanted to reassure him, let him know that it would all be okay, but how do you do that for the person who essentially was the Grim Reaper?

  “I appreciate the sentiment.”

  “Can you try and stop reading my thoughts?” I asked, feeling a little exposed knowing he could hear or read every one of my stray thoughts.

  “I will try,” he said quietly.

  “Why do you think I’m the one to replace you? What if I just want to figure out why I’m in purgatory and move on to my final resting place?” I asked, trying to quell the panic that was rising inside me at the thought.

  “There’s an aura about you that most spirits don’t have, plus you survived being attacked by a demon, and last, but most important, you have the ability to travel to the mortal realm. I saw you visit your roommate and mother, just like I saw you take that boy to see his mother. That is something only the Arbiter or a true demon can do. Ghosts can visit, yes, but it takes a lot of work, years of studying, and a desire that most don’t have. It’s certainly not something that a baby ghost such as yourself could do.”