by Eva Brandt
It was both easier and tougher this time. I was stretched and slick, but also even more aroused than before and bubbling with unfulfilled desire. I dissolved into incoherent whimpers, desperately seeking more of the penetration, trying to make myself come.
My hands were now free, so I reached down to rub my clit. “Oh, no, you don’t,” Meph said. “You only get what we say you do, remember?”
The shadows returned, pinning my hands against my back, like a strange pair of magical handcuffs. At the same time, Meph grabbed my neck again and squeezed. “You heard Mikael. You’re our fuck hole. Fuck holes don’t get a say and they don’t get to come. Understand?”
Frustrated tears flowed down my cheeks. I couldn’t answer, but when he loosened his hold on me a little, I was forced to. “Y-Yes. I understand.”
He pressed a sharp kiss to my mouth and normally, that would’ve been enough to make me come. But Callum’s magic kept me from such an easy solution and when Meph let me go, he was laughing.
In the end, the only thing I could do was bounce on Mikael’s lap. After less than a minute, even that became impossible, since he and Callum started moving too fast for me to keep up. I could do nothing but completely surrender to them and hope they’d eventually grant me mercy.
Through the corner of my eye, I caught sight of Stefan and Meph sharing a kiss. It was really hot, but it also made Callum’s hold on me tighten. His aura tugged on the sexual pleasure building inside me, both encouraging it and stealing it.
Was this the famous feeding they’d mentioned so many times? They’d never done it to me, at least not like this. I wasn’t sure if I hated it with a passion or if I wanted more.
Mikael shattered my thoughts when he pulled me in for a kiss too. His was different from Meph’s, if just as delicious and sinful. He bit on my lower lip as he devoured my mouth and I felt a surge of ecstasy when I realized he was almost as affected by this as I was. Mikael tended to be a little colder and more aloof than my other lovers—a legacy of his angel upbringing, no doubt. But when he truly let go and his dark side came out, it was always amazing to see.
Callum and Mikael came at the same time, and I felt the swell of their pleasure swamp me like a suffocating waterfall. And still, Callum wouldn’t lift his spell. I was stuck, trapped in a limbo of pleasure that was quickly becoming pure torture.
I’d told Meph that I understood my punishment, but even so, I let out a whimper. “God… Please, let me come.”
“There’s no god here, pet,” Meph said. “You already know that.”
As Mikael slid out of me, Callum grabbed me and shoved me down. I landed on all fours on the carpet. My hands refused to hold me upright, but my lovers didn’t seem to care. Another cock entered my pussy from behind, pounding me with such strength that I was almost propelled forward.
If I stayed in place, it was only because of the tight hold of the clawed hands on my hips. I lay there, limp and helpless as Meph fucked me again, claiming my cunt with his dick the same way he’d done it with his tail.
Time blurred. At one point, he came, and shadowy hell fire rushed over me, nearly making me lose consciousness. Mikael and Callum were always there, though, and prevented that, just like they were keeping me from coming.
Another dick took Meph’s place. At this point, I was a giant ball of sensation and I could barely see a thing. I still recognized Stefan’s cock, the familiar ridges of his hell hound dick impossible to miss even when I was in this state.
His prick was larger now than earlier when I’d sucked it and I could feel his fur against my ass and my legs as he thrust inside me. He’d shifted into his middle form again.
I took this dick too, my mind drifting into a space of sheer sensual torment and perfection. A fuck hole, they had called me. I wouldn’t mind being that for them. They’d called me by many names before, and I’d embraced each and every one of them.
“Princess.”
“Bitch.”
“Darkling.”
“Pet.”
I was all those things for them, and so much more. First and foremost, I was theirs.
Fuck hole might be a new pet name, but a tiny part of me liked it. At that moment, being at their disposal to be fucked for the rest of my life seemed like a great idea. If I could lie here with my ass in the air or my legs spread, for them to claim me whenever they wanted to, I wouldn’t need anything else.
If only they’d let me come too, it would be perfect.
As if hearing my thoughts, Callum rubbed my back with his hand. “You want to come, princess? Why don’t you ask nicely?”
I didn’t need to be told twice. Somehow, through the haze of overwhelming pleasure, I managed to repeat, “P-Please. Please let me come.”
Callum didn’t immediately comply. “What do you think, Sir?” he asked instead. “Has she earned it?”
“I think she’s learned her lesson, yes,” Meph replied with a chuckle. “Go on ahead.”
As soon as Meph finished the sentence, Callum’s aura pulsed over us, just as powerful as before, but somehow, different. Snarling like an animal, Stefan buried his dick one last time inside me and found his peak. As he pumped me full of his seed, his knot swelled, claiming me once again. And I came and came and came, tumbling into an orgasm unlike anything I’d felt before.
It seemed to have no beginning and no end. Ecstasy exploded over me, brighter and more intense than the sun itself. I was burning up, being consumed by the flame, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
I didn’t know how long it lasted. Maybe it was ten seconds, or maybe it was a year. When the overwhelming sensations started to settle, I returned to myself and cracked my eyes open. I was no longer on the floor, but lying on the couch, with Callum petting my hair.
“Welcome back, princess,” he said. “We weren’t too rough, were we?”
He sounded completely different from earlier, his voice soft, gentle, and loving. I appreciated his concern as much as I did his desire. Still, I didn’t want him to be worried. “No, of course not. You were perfect. You always are.”
“Even when we keep you from coming for three hours?” Mikael asked as he knelt next to the couch.
Three hours? They’d fucked me for three whole hours? No wonder I felt so raw and exhausted.
I’d enjoyed the experience, but the lingering soreness told me my body wasn’t happy with me.
And yet, I had no regrets. I arched a brow at Mikael and replied, “Even then. I can take three hours.”
Mikael laughed and his hand traveled over my naked side. Within seconds, the soreness started to go away, Mikael’s divine magic healing my wounds.
My body instinctively responded to the feeling of his magic entering me by growing aroused yet again. Mikael grinned knowingly and rubbed my pussy. “I can see that.”
Meph approached the couch, completely naked and unashamed of it. “Next time, we’ll go for four. I’m thinking I can reward my summons a little bit for being so helpful.”
I remembered the time when his shadows had taken the forms of men and had almost fucked me in his office. I honestly couldn’t say if I was interested in exploring that further or not. For the moment, I had enough on my plate with the four of them.
“Do you really want to share me with manifestations of your own magic?”
“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it, pet,” Meph replied.
His tail flashed through the air, once again zeroing in on me. This time, the triangular tip nudged my lips. I obediently opened my mouth and sucked it in.
The appendage was still sticky with my juices and I sucked it clean, the thought sending a renewed surge of arousal through me. I couldn’t move a muscle, though. I didn’t remember feeling so weak in my life.
“Don’t worry, my darkling,” Mikael said. “You don’t need to do anything. Close your eyes and take it.”
I did and as Mikael slid inside me once again, I let myself fall into a renewed symphony of pleasure.
One
thing was certain. Our relationship might be utterly insane, but I couldn’t live without it.
Consume
The following weeks settled into an almost boring routine. I went to class, accompanied by my lovers. On occasion, I met with Lucifer and we chatted. He made no attempt to approach me romantically, and although he did occasionally tease the others, it wasn’t as tense as it had been before.
It was strange, but Stefan, Mikael, and Callum were making a real effort to accept this. Maybe there was some hope for us yet.
Too late did I realize this growing bond would bring about some unfortunate consequences.
It started out discreetly. In mid-October, Gemma approached me after class and idly asked, “Why do you spend so much time with Lucian anyway? You already have four boyfriends.”
By my side, Stefan and Callum tensed. They didn’t answer, though, allowing me to handle the situation.
“I don’t control what he does,” I told Gemma. “He sits with us because he wants to.”
“He’s supposed to be with his own house, not with you,” Gemma shot back.
“Then tell him that, not me. Besides, as far as I recall, you sit with other houses all the time. What does it matter to you?”
Gemma’s eyes flashed crimson and she bared her fangs at me. “One of these days, Alyssa, you’ll go too far, and your power won’t be able to save you. That’ll be the moment when we’ll all have our revenge.”
The threat made Stefan lose his temper. He snarled and would’ve probably lunged at her had I not been in the way.
Gemma took a couple of steps back and threw me one last poisonous glance. “Remember what I told you. You’ll pay for this. Slut.”
The latter word surprised me far more than Gemma’s jealousy. Slut-shaming was the last thing I’d expected to find at The Academy of the Devil. The demons flaunted their sexuality and deemed it the most natural thing in the world. No one had ever had a problem with my polyandrous relationship before.
“What the fuck was that all about?” I asked as I watched her go.
“Looks like Lucifer’s presence in The House of Pride is making some people forget their place,” Callum said darkly. “I think we should remind them where they belong. Beneath us.”
That sounded like a recipe for disaster. “Guys, no. It was just an insult. It doesn’t mean anything. Let it go.”
“It’s not just an insult, Lyssa,” Stefan said, shaking his head. “If she dared to say that when we were right here, she’ll undoubtedly do more. And I suspect she isn’t the only one.”
It was true. Surprisingly, the next person to approach me about Lucifer wasn’t a student at all, but a teacher. Ammit asked me to stay after class one day, telling Mikael, Stefan, and Callum to wait outside. They complied, since Ammit had never attacked anyone without provocation and had even seemed to like me in the past.
As was her habit, she went straight to the point.
“Ms. Michaelis, you understand that, considering Mr. Starr’s position, he requires a partner of a certain nature. A simple human just won’t do.”
I stared at her, utterly perplexed by her words. “What?”
“Our new exchange student.” Ammit’s crocodile snout twisted in a weird grin. “Come now. I’m sure you know what I mean. You’ve been seducing him. It’s most inappropriate. He deserves better.”
This conversation was getting weirder by the second. I’d never seen Ammit as someone with an interest in sexual or romantic exploits. Then again, Professor Grim had a thing with Morrigan and he wasn’t even flesh and blood. Why not Ammit?
Oh, for fuck’s sake, that didn’t matter right now. If Ammit had a crush on Lucifer or something, it was none of my business.
“Professor, I haven’t been seducing anyone. If Lucian is interested in me, that’s his decision.”
“That may well be, but the fact remains that you’re already seeing four other men, one of whom is a High Lord of Hell. I doubt you can satisfy another, especially someone with refined tastes.”
She wasn’t wrong, but that didn’t mean I’d ever admit my secret uncertainties and inadequacies to her. “With respect, Professor, you have no say in my relationship with my lovers. If they ever find me lacking, they’re free to dump me. I’m not keeping them bound to me.”
Ammit glowered at me, and I got the feeling she wanted to consume my soul. Clearing my throat, I decided to escape while I still could. “I have another class now, Professor. If you have other concerns, speak with Lucian directly. I’m sure he’ll be able to set your mind at ease.”
Without waiting to be dismissed, I fled the classroom. I stumbled into my lovers outside and dragged them away. “I’m pretty sure the school’s going crazy. Crazier.”
“What?” Mikael asked as he followed me. “What do you mean, Lyssa? What’s happened?”
“Looks like not even Ammit is immune to the charms of The Brightest Star.”
Callum groaned. “I was afraid of this. Powerful auras make people act weirdly all the time. We’ll talk to him and see if he can tone it down a little.”
We cornered Lucifer in front of The House of Pride dorms. The building had a tendency to change looks often. Today, it was an obelisk with a reflective surface that seemed transparent, although it obviously wasn’t. The base was like a terrace, and Lucifer had chosen a comfortable seat there. He was feeding Fern small pieces of apple, all the while leafing through a book I couldn’t identify.
When he saw us coming, he put the book away. “To what do I owe the honor of your visit?”
“There’s a small issue we wanted to talk to you about,” I said.
It was Callum who explained the problem, since he had more experience with the way such magic worked. Lucifer’s response wasn’t too encouraging. “I’ve almost completely suppressed my aura,” he offered. “Otherwise, any interaction between me and the lovely Alyssa would’ve been meaningless.”
“Yes, I’m aware,” Callum answered, “but it looks like three-quarters of the people in the school are affected anyway.”
“If you don’t do something about it, we’re going to take things into our own hands,” Stefan added. “Or in my case, claws.”
“You say that as if bloodshed is supposed to deter me.” His wicked smirk melted into a concerned frown. “Did they upset you?”
The latter question was addressed to me and I tried to give him an accurate answer. “Upset isn’t the right word. I’m unsettled. I didn’t expect such a reaction from Ammit.”
Lucifer tapped his lower lip with his index finger. “Hmm, yes. In her case, it might not be the aura at all. She’s nosier than she seems and we have some history. Not to worry. I’ll speak to her.”
He had history with a lot of people. That sort of thing was natural for a fallen angel who was as old as dirt. I hoped those people didn’t all decide to take out their grievances with Lucifer on me, because this was ridiculous.
Lucifer must’ve kept his promise, because throughout the next couple of days, the student body stopped being so obnoxious. They returned to giving us a wide berth, just like they had at the beginning of the year. The teachers didn’t acknowledge the change and Ammit didn’t mention Lucifer to me again.
But there were still plenty of people Lucifer could not rein in and one of them was, as expected, Cain.
The Psyche Manipulation class became something I dreaded. While Cain didn’t insult Lucifer like Faust and the others had done to Mikael, his hostility was still plain to see and often manifested in Lucifer being the target of exercises of mind manipulation.
Lucifer allowed it without protest, seemingly amused by the whole thing. Although I was a little uncomfortable, I let it go too. He could take care of himself and didn’t need me to protect him.
And then came the unavoidable day when Lucifer didn’t show up for class. It was bound to happen, as everything we were studying was undoubtedly useless to him and he had other things to do.
Still, Cain didn’t appreciate it and he
decided to take his frustration out on me and my lovers.
“Perhaps we can have Mr. Schwarz assist us today,” he said.
By my side, Stefan went rigid. “Sir, I’m not sure that’s a good idea. I’m not skilled enough at the topic.”
“I agree with Stefan,” Callum added, glowering at his ancestor. “Mind magic isn’t his field of expertise.”
That was the whole point, the fact that Stefan couldn’t do it. He was only here to be with me and Cain knew that very well.
He smiled sharply, his eyes glinting with resentment. “Oh, Callum, I’m sure that’s not true. Mr. Schwarz wouldn’t be in this class if he didn’t have the talent. And like I told Ms. Michaelis, I will step in should something go wrong.”
“Very well, but don’t blame me for the consequences,” Stefan replied.
Because that was just our terrible luck, Cain picked Gemma as his assistant. Just like Lucifer had, Stefan walked up to Cain and waited. Gemma took up position in front of him. I didn’t like the predatory expression on her face.
“Today, we’re fortunate enough to have a shifter for a partner in this exercise,” Cain said. “We’re going to look into why the mental manipulation of a shifter is different from what we normally do. Ms. Grimm, if you would.”
“Gladly,” Gemma replied.
A surge of magic erupted through the classroom, so powerful it stole the breath from my lungs. I’d seen Gemma use her mental manipulation skills before, when she’d fought Oleander during Battle Magic class. But even then, it hadn’t been so potent, so very brutal.
Stefan recoiled, but made no noise. His eyes flashed with animalistic fury and his fingernails shifted into claws. Then, he took a step forward, and it was Gemma’s turn to stagger back.
“As you can see, when Ms. Grimm attacked Mr. Schwarz’s mind, his secondary form rejected her first attempt,” Cain explained as we watched Gemma try to catch her breath. “This happens because shifters have a dual mental framework. Even when a mage affects the first layer of a shifter’s mind, the second one will sense there is something wrong and will attempt to throw it off.