by Eva Brandt
Besides, the mild pain didn’t put me off at all. I craved more of it, more of their savage wildness. Instinctively, I knew they were still holding back, concerned for my health, worried that my frail human body would break if faced with the unleashed passion of three demons. And maybe they were right, but I wanted to feel it anyway, feel everything and anything they had to offer.
Perhaps Mikael understood this, because he stopped fucking my face and pushed me back. Stefan seemed to guess what he had in mind, as he gave Mikael some room to maneuver. Callum forced my legs wider apart and pulled me against his chest.
Mikael reached down and rubbed his thumb over my clit. “You look so good with Callum’s cock inside you, my darkling. But I think you’d look better if you took mine too.”
Without another word of warning, Mikael positioned his dick against my pussy and started to slide inside, at an excruciatingly slow pace. At the realization of what he was about to do, the first emotion that coursed through me was panic. There was no way his cock would fit inside my pussy alongside Callum’s. They’d tear me apart. They’d fucked me at the same time before, but never in the same hole.
Even so, I didn’t pull away, nor did I tell him to stop. I trusted him and I wanted him. I wanted them all. Besides, the vagina could accommodate to giving birth. It could take two cocks too, whether they were demonic or not.
My guess was proven correct, and my flesh yielded to him with surprising ease. I suspected Callum must’ve helped things along, since my channel tingled pleasantly and the burn I experienced from the stretch wasn’t unpleasant. Either way, by the end, I felt amazingly full, so much so that I had trouble processing the sensations. “P-Please,” I stammered. “Please. I need…”
My words disintegrated into incoherent moans as they started to move once again. In their current position, they couldn’t keep up the frantic pace they’d started before, but they didn’t have to. Just taking them inside me brought me to the brink of insanity, so close to climax I could feel it in every atom of my oversensitized body.
Stefan was the one who finally made me reach my peak. It didn’t take much. All he had to do was tighten his hold on my hair and whisper, “Come for us, bitch. Come, my Lyssa.”
That simple command branded their ownership deeper into my flesh, and I embraced it, loving the knowledge that I belonged to them and that we could never be parted. Through it, through that sensation and the pleasure I experienced at the concept, I tumbled into orgasm, my pussy clenching around the cocks inside me. Mikael and Callum cursed, thrust inside me one last time, and then followed me over the edge, pumping me full of their seed. Feeling their heat inside me made my ecstasy spike even higher, and I let out a muffled scream. The vibrations drew a pained growl out of Stefan, and within seconds, he was coming as well, jets of spunk filling my mouth.
It was a minor miracle I remained cognizant for the whole experience, but somehow, I managed. Together with my lovers, I rode the wave of our shared orgasm, and within the whirlwind of pleasure and power that rose between us, something cracked and shifted.
Mikael’s wings started to glow, bright and beautiful, but still so very dark. It was only for a moment, and then they disappeared, his body no longer affected by the potion the other students had thrown at him.
That had not been something I’d expected when we’d done this, and a tiny part of me regretted it. As we collapsed together on the bed in a pile of sweaty limbs, the first thing I managed to say was, “I didn’t finish grooming your feathers.”
At first, Mikael, Stefan, and Callum were all confused. Mikael didn’t seem to realize what had happened to him. When he finally did, he let out a breathless laugh. “You can do that anytime you want, Lyssa. You can do anything to me. I personally liked that far more than sparring with Stefan, so I’m at your disposal any time you want me.”
Stefan swept his still clawed fingers over my naked back. “Likewise. As much as I enjoy punching you in the face, Mikael, fucking Lyssa is much better.”
“Gee thanks. It’s nice to know I’m appreciated.” I stuck my tongue out at them to show them I wasn’t actually offended. “Maybe next time, I should just let you fight.”
“Sure, you can do that.” Callum snickered and held me closer. “I wouldn’t mind having you to myself for a little while.”
“Greedy incubus.” Stefan growled. “Don’t even think about it. We’re not going to let you steal her.”
“And what are you going to do to stop me, huh?”
The exchange might have sounded hostile, but the tone was anything but. The words held an undercurrent of affectionate teasing, one that drew a happy smile out of me. I knew they all still had their issues—with the school, with our relationship, maybe even with me—but slowly and surely, we were getting somewhere. As long as I had them, I wasn’t afraid of anything. If the other students had a problem with that, they would better watch their backs.
Battle Magic
“So, Mikael was attacked by a group of students and had a brief change of look. He’s fine now, but the whole episode was unpleasant.”
I petted Redrum’s scaly head and shot Mephistopheles a sharp look. “You don’t sound very surprised, Sir. Did you see this coming?”
We were seated on the cliff side where my three demonic lovers had brought Shiro back. I’d originally come here to talk to Redrum, hoping to get some advice from the wise young dragon. But the dean had already been here when I’d arrived, and now, we were stuck here, together.
It was a little awkward, since no matter how much I wanted him, he was still my teacher, and I was still dating three other people. To keep my distance from the dean, I’d climbed on top of Redrum, but I couldn’t just leave. I had too many questions. “Did you know that Mikael would eventually reveal his secret?”
“Not exactly,” Mephistopheles replied. “I’ve known Mikael for a long time. Ever since he came to the school, I could tell he had a good heart, better maybe than a demon should have. I had hoped that spending time with Callum and Stefan would change that a little. It might have worked, if not for you.”
I decided to ignore part of that problematic statement. I still had no clue what to do with the realization that my arrival had changed the course of their lives so much, and I wasn’t always comfortable with acknowledging it.
“Why did you help him, Sir?” I asked instead. “Why let an angel come to the school?”
“To be perfectly honest, it wasn’t out of the kindness of my heart.” Mephistopheles shrugged and sat down, leaning against Redrum’s side. His wing brushed my arm, and I suppressed the urge to shiver. “Are you aware of Mikael’s… unique parentage?”
Remembering the incident during Grim’s lesson, I nodded. “About who his father is? Yes.”
“Well, suffice to say, I don’t like that self-righteous, annoying archangel very much. Being here puts Mikael out of that man’s reach, which is a constant irritant for The Celestial Realm. That’s good enough for me.”
“But it’s not good enough for Mikael. We need to do more.”
Redrum rumbled in agreement. He’d shown concern for Mikael too, and had been struggling to come up with some way to help me. “Should I try to track down my hatcher? She might be able to do more.”
“Please don’t, Redrum,” Mephistopheles replied. “Thank you for the offer, but you know she’s not nearly as generous with her affections as you are. And she did almost lose a wing in her battle with the archangels.”
“The infamous Battle of the Watchers, you mean,” I guessed. “You keep hiding things from me, Sir. There are so many secrets here, too many, and I don’t think I can live with that. Why haven’t you found the person who killed Shiro yet? Why does the library hold so little information on Lucifer?”
Mephistopheles sighed. “Some things are not mine to share. Because of my position, I’m bound to vows of secrecy. But I will tell you what I can.
“Lucifer was not the original Satan. When he fell, he claimed the throne of He
ll from the true Satan, slaying him. At the time, Hell was a very unpleasant place to be and we—the infernal nobility—had grown tired of Satan’s ways. So The Infernal Rebellion is actually a dual act of treason, of an angel and of the Princes of Hell and their forces.
“But very few people remember that now, and it’s not something very popular to think about. It’s far more comfortable to think that Lucifer was the very first Satan.
“That being said, Lucifer made some pretty unpopular decisions too. The Battle of the Watchers is one of them.
“It was a very humiliating loss for our forces. Most Princes of Hell now feel we never should’ve tried to challenge the armies of Heaven, especially not for something so unclear. A lot of them begrudge Lucifer for his decision, since the whole thing was his idea.”
“Is that why he left his throne?”
“Not exactly. I personally still think Lucifer was right, and that his battle is just. Insofar as any demon’s fight is just, at least. But at the same time, it does seem like a fool’s errand, a hopeless dream.
“In any case, Ms. Michaelis, the school has its limits precisely because Lucifer doesn’t trust the Princes of Hell to not turn on him. You’d do well to remember that in your interactions with Leviathan. As for your Shiro… There are very few factors that could’ve done that kind of damage to your familiar without me detecting them. My current theory is that someone from the outside might have come with the specific intentions of harming you, but I’m afraid I have no way of proving that.”
“From the outside? But why? I’m not so special.”
Mephistopheles arched a brow at me, and I felt my face flame. I already knew that wasn’t true, because my power had proven to be potent enough to almost kill Professor Jones, pass Morrigan’s test, and hurt those students. But that didn’t mean I was any less confused about the whole thing.
“I just want someone to tell me what the hell I’m supposed to do right now,” I said with a groan. “Who and what can I really trust here?”
“I think you already know the answer to that question, Ms. Michaelis,” he replied.
Hoisting himself on top of Redrum, he brushed his fingers over my cheek. A jolt of demonic energy crackled over my skin, pooling into my core. I tried very hard to not let it get to me, but I wasn’t completely successful. I ended up leaning into Mephistopheles’s caress, enjoying his warmth and the paradoxical gentleness he showered me with. “I don’t know what it is about you that makes me feel the way I do,” he said. “I wish I could help you more, I really do. But even I have my limits.”
Did he? Maybe. But were his limits as harsh as he claimed, or was he lying to me?
I was so tired of all these word games, of pretending things were all right when they weren’t. “Sir, do you know why Lucifer would’ve wanted to bring me my admission letter himself?”
Mephistopheles went very still. “He did what? Impossible.”
“No, it’s true,” I insisted. “I mean… I’m not one hundred percent certain. But I did see a vision of him during Professor Grim’s class and he was very similar to the cherub who came to tell me I needed to join The Academy of the Devil.”
“That doesn’t make sense, Alyssa. You know very well that a lot of angels don’t have strictly humanoid forms. Lucifer does, I’ll give you that, but he’d never use that shape in battle.”
“And yet, I saw him. Twice. At first, he introduced himself as Lenoir, but that must’ve been a false name.”
In hindsight, I should’ve guessed that sooner, if only because Lenoir was such an unusual name. Lenoir. The black one. It was almost hilarious that Lucifer, the Brightest Star, would use that name in a conversation with me.
“Lenoir, huh? That does sound like something he’d say. We used to joke about it, you know, about the reasons why he’d fallen into darkness.” Mephistopheles shook his head as if physically pushing away a thought. “I’m afraid I don’t know what he’s thinking, Alyssa. I can tell you that he showed some interest in your presence at the school, but it was never enough to warrant excessive concern.”
“You can’t actually believe that, Sir,” I shot back. “I feel like if Lucifer is interested in anyone, it is always a matter of concern.”
“Well, yes, but contrary to popular belief, Lucifer tends to be pretty straightforward. He’s too proud to play games for too long. I don’t know if this helps, but if he wanted to hurt you and the others, he’d have done so by now.”
“No, Sir, it really doesn’t help,” I grumbled. Adolf had said something similar, but it just wasn’t enough. “I’d prefer to not have to rely on guesses. Or on incomplete truths.”
Mephistopheles looked away at my sharp words. “You should remember where you are, Ms. Michaelis. Demons are never truthful, not even to those they love.”
“I haven’t forgotten,” I replied. “I can deal with that. I just have one issue. I can’t stay in a school that perpetually hurts the people I care about. First Shiro and now Mikael. Something has to be done. And if I have to leave to accomplish that, I’ll do it.”
“We’ve been over this, Ms. Michaelis. You can’t leave. Your ancestor’s contract makes it impossible for you to do so.”
I found it odd that he oscillated between using my first name and my last name when addressing me, but I didn’t let it show. “Yes, about that. I never did see that contract. I took Lenoir’s word that it existed, and I believed him, because I knew my father had had issues when he was younger. But those aren’t real guarantees, are they? How do I know that whole thing wasn’t a huge lie?”
“You don’t.” He hesitated. “But Alyssa, I knew your ancestor. My word might not mean much to you, but I wouldn’t lie to your face, not about this, at least.”
“But you’d lie about everything else.” I sighed. This was getting me nowhere. No matter how hard I tried, the damn demons insisted on being cryptic as fuck.
“You know what? Fine. Don’t tell me anything. I’ll figure everything out on my own. But don’t complain about the results when I blow up the school because of it.”
“You wouldn’t do that, Ms. Michaelis,” he said with a small, knowing smile.
“Why are you so sure? I thought I wouldn’t be capable of attacking someone like I did Professor Jones. People are capable of anything if they’re pushed into a corner, and I’m no different.”
Mephistopheles’s smile faded, but he didn’t agree with me, at least not verbally. He really should’ve known better than to tempt fate.
* * *
Battle Magic was the sole class I shared with Stefan and Callum. It didn’t take place on a weekly basis, like a regular class. Morrigan was here as a guest teacher, more or less, and she had other responsibilities elsewhere. She also taught every student, not just one specific year. Instead of teaching boring things like theory, she naturally went straight into practical magic—which apparently translated into the class turning into a battle royale of epic proportions.
I didn’t learn this until the end of September, when it was time for me and my lovers to join the chaos. “You have got to be kidding me,” I told Callum, who’d been the one to deliver the news. “What could possibly make her think this is a good idea? This is a demon school. I thought the teachers were making at least a token effort to keep the students alive.”
“Why do you think I was so wary when she first arrived?” Mikael asked. “I respect Morrigan, but she has no sense.”
He was right. In the context of our current situation, the whole thing was a recipe for disaster.
But the decision wasn’t mine to make, and so it was that I had no choice but to participate in the insanity.
This was what brought me to Morrigan’s sanctum, in late September, watching the whole school gathering there with no small amount of anxiety. There had been no real incidents of bullying since the upperclassmen’s attempt to force Mikael into his angelic form, but I knew better than to think the respite would last. I’d yet to find out real answers to all my question
s, which left us all in a weird, awkward limbo. The battle magic class would be a perfect opportunity for our fellow students to enact revenge upon us.
Still, once we were actually there, I did my best to not show this uncertainty. I stood flanked by my lovers, with Shiro and TB as always by our side. As Morrigan entered the circle of standing stones, I focused on her and hoped like hell she knew what she was doing.
“As most of you already know, this is more than a lesson,” she said without preamble. “It is a fight. As such, no one will be compelled to participate. Step back now if you don’t feel ready.”
Stefan snorted. I couldn’t blame him for his dismissive attitude. No one would back out, because if they did, they would be mercilessly mocked and maybe even bullied later. The school was very tense right now, with Mikael walking among the students unchallenged. Anyone could lash out at a fellow student, using any pretext.
Just like I’d expected, nobody left. Morrigan nodded, not looking very surprised either. She moved on quickly. “We will begin with a series of individual exercises to demonstrate what will be expected of you. Ms. Grimm, Mr. Oleander, why don’t you give us a little glimpse of battle magic?”
Gemma and a student I didn’t know both stepped forward. “Of course, Great Lady,” Gemma replied. “It would be my absolute honor.”
“The honor will be all mine,” her opponent said. “And I mean that in every way.”
Gemma flashed her fangs at him. “We’ll see. Great Lady, I haven’t fed in some time. Is it permissible in your sanctum?”