Academy of the Devi- the Complete Collection

by Eva Brandt

  To Move On

  The morning after my conversation with Callum, Stefan, and Mikael, I found myself in Mephistopheles’s classroom once again. It was Saturday, so every other student was off doing… whatever they did in their free time. Possibly having giant orgies.

  Today, Mephistopheles had decided to give me a brief history lesson on the Original Sin. I had no idea why he’d picked that, since we’d never studied history together, but I found myself unable to pay much attention.

  Sure, I found it interesting that my own teacher, Lilith, had been Adam’s first wife, but I had too many problems in my own love life to think about hers.

  Finally, Mephistopheles abandoned all attempts to teach me anything and let out a sigh. “You’re distracted today. What is it?”

  “I spoke with them again,” I replied, staring at my hands because I didn’t have the courage to look at his face. “I had a tentative idea of breaking the familiar bond at the end of next year.”

  “That sounds like a good plan,” he replied. “That way, Mikael wouldn’t have to suffer much backlash either. What did they say?”

  “They suggested another ritual, something that would allow them to switch the familiar bond to Callum.” I buried my face in my hands, feeling more off-balance than ever. “I don’t know how to feel. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

  I didn’t hear Mephistopheles move, but he must’ve, because the next thing I knew, he was kneeling in front of me, his large hands cupping mine. “I take it you agreed, but you’re not so sure now?”

  “No, I’m sure,” I said, shaking my head. “I just feel… I feel like there should have been another way.”

  It was stupid to think like that, after the betrayal I’d experienced. They’d lied to me and brainwashed me, deceived me in the worst way, taken so much from me. The sheer magnitude of what they’d dared to steal made me feel so utterly violated.

  So why couldn’t I let go?

  “Is this a strange form of Stockholm Syndrome?” I asked Mephistopheles. “I keep thinking that we could’ve had something together.”

  “Asking yourself ‘what if’ is a surefire way to drive yourself mad. I should know.” He chuckled darkly. “I’ve made enough mistakes to last me ten eternities and I still have too many regrets. What matters is to overcome those regrets and look to the future. You can’t turn back time and you can’t change what they did. What we all did.”

  “I know. It’s just… It’s tough to process.”

  “Of course it is, but I’m convinced you can do it.”

  I looked up at him and remembered Gemma’s suggestion—to punish my former lovers by sleeping with someone else. I didn’t really feel like I wanted to punish anyone now, but still, my lust for him was there, just like it had been for over a year now.

  I licked my lower lip nervously and forced myself to say the words that seemed to be suffocating me. “You’re right, Sir. I shouldn’t allow such doubts to get in my way. And I think I’ve been a naughty girl by getting distracted.”

  The dean’s demeanor instantly changed. It was like my simple words flipped a switch inside him. His facade of gentleness dissipated like smoke in the wind. “Is that a fact? Then you have to be punished, right?”

  I opened my mouth to answer, but he didn’t give me the chance. He pulled me upright, surrounded me with his wings, and pinned me against the wall with one single, strong fist. “You really like to play with fire, don’t you, pet?” he asked as he massaged my breast with his free hand.

  It wasn’t that I liked to play with fire. I’d never considered myself sexually adventurous, not before I came here. But I felt like I was suffocating. Everything was so confusing. I couldn’t make sense of my own emotions. Maybe it was weak and foolish to rely on him, but I couldn’t help myself.

  Mephistopheles brushed a light kiss over my lips. It wasn’t the first time he had kissed me, but it sort of felt like it. In the past, I’d never really realized that Mephistopheles’s lips were thinner and somehow, harder. A strange membrane covered his mouth, reminding me a little of the texture of his wings. It was intriguing, and I embraced this peculiarity with just as much eagerness as he embraced me.

  It was also a clear reminder that he was a demon, but I didn’t realize what this meant exactly until I felt my dress shift and move aside. Something hard, yet paradoxically soft, slid over my naked leg, upward, until it reached my groin.

  At first, I couldn’t figure out what I was feeling. His hands were still busy with holding me down and caressing my breast, so what was he using to tease me like this?

  It was only when I felt the triangular tip nudging my pussy that a memory flashed through my mind. That thing… That thing was Mephistopheles’s tail.

  I’d seen Mephistopheles use his tail on that woman in the village, although if I remembered well, he hadn’t penetrated her with it. Clearly, with me, he had other ideas.

  The tail deftly slid past my wet panties and in one single, smooth motion, slid inside my channel. My world turned white around the edges as my body was assaulted by sensation. The tail didn’t feel like a cock. Its shape was different, its triangular tip much thicker than the rest of it. I hadn’t realized it before, but it sort of had ridges too, and they grazed my inner walls in an almost painful, sharp caress. To top it off, the appendage was longer and more flexible, so he could move it around differently.

  As the tail slid in and out of me, its base brushed against my clit. Meanwhile, Mephistopheles’s clever fingers slid under my gown, tweaking my nipples, and sparks of demonic magic danced over my skin.

  It felt sinfully good, and I surrendered to the sensation, lost in the pleasure he was giving me. Before long, I was moving back against him, fucking myself on his tail.

  Of course, Mephistopheles wouldn’t have been himself if he’d made things easy. His shadowy magic pinned me to the wall, keeping me from taking my own pleasure. His tail stilled inside me and I squirmed, trying to get him to continue what he’d been doing before. Or better yet, to fuck me outright, with his dick.

  Mephistopheles almost seemed to guess my mind. “Do you want my cock, pet?”

  “Yes!” I admitted. “Please, yes. Give me your cock, Sir!”

  “Hmm. I’m not convinced. I think you still need to be disciplined. You haven’t done anything to deserve my dick, have you?”

  Right. That was why I was here, to be disciplined. For… reasons. I couldn’t exactly remember why. But I’d agree to anything and everything as long as it got him to fuck me. “No, Sir.”

  “And you want to earn it, to be my good girl. Isn’t that right, pet? You want to please me. ”

  I nodded tearfully. My head was swimming and my pussy was pulsing, clenching around his maddening tail. “Yes. Yes, Sir, let me please you. Let me come.”

  “Not just yet, pet,” he replied. His tail left my body and I moaned in protest, feeling empty and abandoned. He released his hold on me and clicked his tongue at me, shaking his head in disapproval. “Have you forgotten? You yourself said that you’ve been a naughty girl. You need to be punished. On your knees now. You know what to do.”

  He stepped back, just enough to give me room to move. I dropped to my knees in front of him and reached for his pants. I could already see the line of his erection, straining against the leather. With shaking hands, I lowered his zipper, freeing his dick from its confines.

  The sight of his crimson prick gave me pause. He was almost as big as Stefan, and distantly, I wondered if they put something in the water in hell, because this was ridiculous. But no, I couldn’t think about that now. I was here precisely because I needed a way to free myself from the past. There was no turning back, not anymore. I needed this. I needed Mephistopheles’s fire to burn me, to free me, to give me the chance to start anew.

  I pushed back my remaining doubts and took his cock in my mouth. As expected, he was much too large for me, but I made do. By now, I’d sort of gotten used to it and knew how to compensate for my relative inexpe
rience.

  As I bobbed my head up and down his cock, he buried his clawed fingers in my hair, holding on, but not too tightly. He didn’t rush me. Instead, he let me take my time, giving me the chance to explore all the new flavors and textures. It was nice, if different. I’d sort of expected him to be harsher with me, especially after he’d promised me a punishment, but it looked like he lived to surprise me.

  “You’re an excellent pet, aren’t you?” Mephistopheles commented as I sucked and licked on his cock. Despite my best efforts, he didn’t sound in the least bit affected. “Very eager to please.”

  He seemed to expect an actual answer, so I released his cock from his mouth just enough to provide a reply. “Yes, Sir,” I croaked out, and was a little ashamed to note that I was far more breathless than he was. “I want to give you pleasure.”

  Even as I spoke, I never stopped massaging his cock. But much to my dismay, Mephistopheles was not impressed. Instead, he chuckled darkly. “My beautiful little liar. You want to forget, and you’re using me to do it. That’s very naughty. But I don’t mind it. In fact, I think you deserve a prize for such a rewarding approach.”

  Jerking his hips, he removed his dick from my reach. I whined in protest as I lost my hold on my prize, but my outrage died a swift death when the shadows around us came to life again. “Don’t worry,” Mephistopheles whispered. “I know what you need and as much as I appreciate your talents at fellatio, there’s a better place to put my cock in than your mouth.”

  As the light in the room died, my clothes dissipated, carbonized by a force I couldn’t identify. It was surreal, and much too reminiscent of the incident at The Battle of the Watchers which Professor Grim had shown us. If I hadn’t been so lost in the moment, it would’ve probably terrified me. Instead, I was relieved that I didn’t have to worry about the logistics of taking my clothes off.

  Sometimes supernatural powers were very convenient. I couldn’t be bothered to care about past losses and battles right now, not when I needed to be fucked so badly.

  Disembodied hands pulled me up, lifting me into the air and spreading my legs. My face heated as my wet pussy was exposed to Mephistopheles’s view. There was no reason for me to be embarrassed since he knew very well what he was doing to me. But still, the intensity of his gaze made me a little apprehensive.

  I was more aware than ever that in the end, I was only a human. Before I’d met Lucifer, I’d been a normal, epileptic girl with no real remarkable abilities. As the dean of this academy, Mephistopheles had met far more beautiful and sexually attractive people.

  Could I even satisfy him? I hadn’t been able to give Callum, Stefan, and Mikael what they’d needed either. They’d always held back with me, afraid that they’d hurt me. The pain they’d caused me hadn’t been physical, but I wasn’t sure I’d ever been the right person for them.

  Had it been presumptuous of me to attempt my pathetic little seduction? Mephistopheles had seen straight through me—of course he had—and he hadn’t seemed to mind. But was it right and fair for me to…

  My train of thought came to an abrupt halt when the shadowy creatures Mephistopheles had summoned started caressing my vulnerable body. They didn’t feel like hands now, more like currents of magic, zeroing in on all of my erogenous zones. Every part of me—from the strands of my long hair to the tips of my toes—buzzed with sexual energy.

  Mephistopheles pecked my nose in a kiss that, despite being chaste, still aroused me. “You’re questioning yourself again. Don’t. Sometimes, you just need to stop thinking and let yourself feel. You feel you need this, don’t you?”

  I nodded, wishing I could explain better or maybe apologize. He didn’t ask me to do it. “Then, that’s all there is to it,” he said, taking a couple of steps back. “Embrace your need, your desire, your sin. There is nothing purer, truer, simpler, and more beautiful than sin, Alyssa.”

  Something about that sentence alarmed me, but I couldn’t muster enough coherence to dwell on it. All of a sudden, his presence swelled and his tail grew to almost alarming proportions. It reached a length that allowed Mephistopheles to use it however he pleased, even if he was facing me and standing a good distance away.

  The tail flashed through the air like a whip and hit my naked body, sending a fierce wave of pleasure-pain through me. I arched against the shadowy hands that kept me immobilized and cried out. “S-Sir… Please, I need…”

  The tail swept over my breasts in an almost fond caress, then struck me again, from a different angle. Tears sprang out in my eyes, and I struggled to process all the conflicting emotions and sensations.

  “I know exactly what you need, my pet,” Mephistopheles said. “Just close your eyes, breathe, and take it.”

  I followed his command and, once I stopped trying to question everything, a haze of relaxation descended over me. The world stopped screaming at me so loudly. The tension that had been crushing me ever since that fateful conversation with the archangel began to fade away.

  He only struck me a couple more times, and then stopped, satisfied with his handiwork. “You look beautiful like this, you know,” he rumbled, his hands now traveling over my bare skin. He had calluses, and they grazed the tender areas of my body, making my oversensitive nerve endings respond yet again. “But then, you’re always beautiful. The most beautiful woman in the world.”

  I wondered if, by any chance, he’d been reading my mind earlier and had seen into my heart, detecting all my uncertainties. If that was the case, I didn’t mind it that much. He wasn’t like the other demons at the school. He wouldn’t blame me for my weakness. He would help me surpass it, now that I couldn’t do it on my own.

  The next thing I knew, his cock nudged my wet folds and slid into my body with ease. After the earlier session, I was still floating in a mental space of pure relaxation, and him fucking me didn’t change that. He moved slowly, claiming my body with excruciating gentleness, but also fierce determination. Every thrust seemed perfectly timed and calculated to get the maximum amount of penetration, to get as deep inside me as possible.

  My greedy pussy welcomed his dick, just like it had welcomed his tail, and this time, he didn’t leave me on the edge. That same wicked appendage wriggled between our bodies and somehow managed to tease my clit, in complete sync with Mephistopheles’s motions.

  Too overcome with sensation, I fell over the edge, my inner walls clenching around his cock. He snarled, his wings expanding behind him as he buried himself inside me one last time and followed me into climax, filling me with his seed.

  The shadowy creatures released their grip on me and I fell against Mephistopheles’s chest. His spent dick slid out of me and I let out a little whimper, not yet ready for this to be over. “Shh,” Mephistopheles said. “I’m still here. I’m not going anywhere.”

  He picked me up and carried me to his couch, the same one where he’d spanked me when I’d lost my temper in Faust’s class. This time, there was no spanking. Instead, when he set me down, he started to lick me all over. Even if I’d already come, a renewed wave of pleasure coursed through me and I shivered and moaned, spreading my legs and wordlessly begging for him to claim me.

  His wicked tail slid into my body again, fucking me smoothly and slowly, massaging my inner walls. It was a little thicker this time, and the triangular head hit all the right spots even better. A second orgasm struck me, just as powerful as the first, if not more so.

  For a few moments, time seemed to slow and the world grew blurry around the edges. I didn’t lose cognizance, though. Perhaps even my brain realized that it wouldn’t do to waste such an excellent opportunity to feel good. I floated on the wave of my entwined orgasms, enjoying the fullness, the heat, and the knowledge that I’d given my lover the same pleasure he’d given me.

  It was Mephistopheles who broke the comfortable silence that had settled between us. He leaned over me and cupped my cheek with a gentle hand. “How do you feel? Are you in any pain? Dizzy?”

  I shook my head
, still breathless, but experiencing no symptoms of an imminent seizure. “I feel fine. Thank you.” Hell, I felt more than fine. The only time I’d felt as good was after sex with Stefan, Callum, and Mikael. I wasn’t even in any pain, which was surprising considering the whipping I’d received.

  Ah. That must’ve been why Mephistopheles had decided to lick me. It hadn’t been just about giving me pleasure, but also about providing aftercare and making sure I hadn’t received any lingering damage. “Thank you,” I repeated. “I… I needed this.”

  “I assure you, it was my absolute pleasure,” Mephistopheles replied. “Literally. Anytime I can be of assistance, I’m at your disposal.”

  His tail swayed back and forth, like he was wagging it. The sight somehow managed to be both arousing and endearing. I realized with a jolt that I’d probably never see him the same way again and would always be unable to look at that thing without remembering how I’d fucked myself on it.

  It hardly mattered now. I couldn’t have taken it back if I’d wanted to, and I didn’t. It had been an amazing experience and I didn’t regret it.

  “Did I help you with your… issue?” Mephistopheles asked.

  I thought about my former lovers, and the memories that came to me made the same combination of resentment and yearning fill my heart. “I don’t think it’s that simple. I… I think I feel the same way about them. But that doesn’t change anything, does it?”

  It was much too soon for me to forget about my disappointment and lost love. And maybe it was foolish to jump into something different with another demon, especially one bound through vows of loyalty to Lucifer. Just the same, I was confident that, in some way, this would guide me on the right path.

  “I’ll protect you,” Mephistopheles said. “No matter what Lucifer wants, I won’t fail you again. And wherever you’ll want to go, I’ll be there, by your side.”

  Despite all the pain and the betrayal I’d experienced since my arrival at the school, I believed him. And because of that, when the tears of grief welled in my eyes, I didn’t push them away. Instead, I buried my face in his chest and let them fall.