“Hey Liam, you there, dude?” It was Randolph.
“One sec,” I said, standing up and stretching as I limped toward the door. I opened it, and there on the other side of the doorway was not just Randolph but Rebecca, the girl I’d studied with in the library a couple of days prior.
“Oh, hey,” I said with a hint of surprise in my voice. “How’s it going? What’s up?”
“We were just going to head over to the stadium to practice,” he said, pointing behind him toward Rebecca using his thumb. “Becca suggested we invite you because no one’s seen you around much since the thing at the library.”
Rebecca looked a bit concerned. “You doing alright, Liam?”
I had been doing just fine, but that question triggered something in me. I’d heard it too many times before in a different context. I stepped aside and gestured at my desk, trying to hide my internal turmoil. I dismissed another flashback to the accident, shaking my head, and addressed them.
“I’ve just been studying attack magic and curses,” I said. “Headmistress Waite is riding my ass to improve my combat skills.”
“Sounds kinky,” Randolph said with snark. “Carmilla told me you were getting tutored by her. That’s intense.”
Rebecca stepped forward. “Well, if you’re working on combat magic, you should go to the stadium with us. They have homunculi and flesh golems you can practice on.” Her hand found my shoulder and offered a flirty caress that Randolph seemed oblivious to. I did not reject it.
“I only know what you’re talking about because of Dungeons & Dragons,” I confessed.
“Nerd,” Randolph laughed, punching me in the shoulder. “C’mon bitch, let’s go.”
I followed them to the stadium. It was a short walk from the dorm, not even halfway across the campus. I had seen it before on my tour with Carmilla, but she didn’t say all that much about it at the time, likely owing to the fact that we had ‘shit to do’ as she said.
“The stadium is a place where you can have duels with other students or practice your most deadly spells on golems and homunculi,” Randolph explained. “It’s the most crowded place on campus most of the time, but it’s early in the evening on a typical assignment day, so we should be fine.”
The stadium reminded me of the Globe Theatre with its architecture, Victorian influences everywhere, but it was also similar to the Colosseum in Rome, only much smaller. As we approached, I could hear the sounds of spells being flung inside. When I headed through the doors, my jaw dropped at what I saw. About fifteen students or so were scattered across a dusty field, hurling colorful spells of all types at lumbering zombie-like creatures.
Three things struck me as I surveyed the field. Firstly, this seemed to be as much of a place for students to vent their frustrations as it was a place of study. Some students were clearly freaking out on their living dummies, ripping them to pieces again and again with horribly violent spells and curses and then waiting for them to regenerate so they could do it all over again. Others were studiously practicing spells.
The second thing that struck me was the variety of the students. They all wore the school’s standard black cloak over their clothes, but there was certainly quite an assortment of outfits here. Some of them looked very modern. Others were surprisingly anachronistic or alien to me. And of course, the mages all appeared to be of different backgrounds. Some had horns, antlers, pointed ears, an odd number of eyes, or skintones of unusual colors.
The third thing that struck me was the debris from someone else’s explosive spell.
“Fuck!” I shouted, gripping the side of my face where the rock had hit me.
“Sorry!” a young woman shouted back to me. She had one green eye centered on her face and stood about six and a half feet tall. After her half-assed apology, she got right back to recklessly blasting the hell out of her target.
Within a few minutes, I was taught by Randolph and Rebecca how to check out my own homunculus. It was an ugly, mindless thing, with a vaguely human shape that looked like meat slapped on the frame of a man-sized doll. The flesh golems, another option, reminded me more of Frankenstein’s monster. Once Rebecca and Randolph had our target ready to go, we escorted it back onto the field.
“Now what?” I asked.
“Now we destroy the fucker,” Randolph said. He had a cocky smirk. “Watch this.” He muttered an incantation and shot out a bolt of flame that set the homunculus ablaze. To my surprise, it screamed.
“Damn, that’s dark.”
“Yeah, they don’t have to do that, but I prefer it when they do,” Randolph said. “I don’t want to be caught off guard when I ignite a real person, y’know?”
I was disturbed by this. “You ever kill a good person?”
“No such thing,” Rebecca laughed. Her cavalier dismissal surprised me. “My turn.” She walked out toward the spot that Randolph had been occupying, and they switched places with a high five. She also flashed me the universal sign for eating pussy while Randolph’s back was turned.
Rebecca was not much more merciful. Once the homunculus was ready, she cast a spell that shot a succession of percussive missiles rapidly at the monstrosity, causing bits and pieces of it to be shredded, with limbs and chunks of flesh hitting the ground nearby. Damn.
It’s not that I couldn’t do it. I was aware of these kinds of spells from my studying. Hell, I knew a few myself. But seeing them performed on something living, even if it was a mockery of a living thing… It shook me.
“Your turn, bud,” Randolph said as Rebecca walked out of her spot. I slowly took her place. “Have fun with it, Liam. Do something gnarly.”
Something gnarly, I thought. When in Rome, I guess. “Are these things technically undead?” I asked.
“I think so,” Randolph said.
“They are,” Rebecca confirmed. She flashed me a curious look, eagerly anticipating whatever I was about to try.
I grinned. I needed minion practice anyway. I began a stream of incantations under my breath, gripping my focus in one hand and raising the other palm outstretched toward the homunculus. A black mist poured from my palm and found its way across the field, entering the mouth, eyes, and ears of the undead thing.
“Flay yourself,” I said. I looked at Randolph. “How’s this for gnarly?”
The creature began ripping at its own flesh, tearing it off in chunks, starting with its face. It hurled its pieces against the ground, screaming all the while. It sickened me, but I didn’t want to appear weak to my friends. After a little while, though, I couldn’t watch it anymore. I looked over at Rebecca and Randolph. They had no such qualms.
“Not gonna lie, my dude, that’s pretty fucking gnarly,” Randolph said, flashing me a thumbs up even as his face twisted in disgust.
“Practice aiming a projectile to finish him off,” Rebecca suggested.
I raised my hand again, and with a quick incantation, a flaming skull shot out from it, hitting the homunculus and exploding. Bits and pieces of it were scattered all over the grounds of the stadium, and I noticed at this moment that I had amassed a few admirers and curious onlookers. One voice from far behind me even shouted, “Nice!”
I, on the other hand, felt sick to my stomach. I needed to bury that squeamishness if I was going to survive. That much was for certain. I sensed none of that weakness in anyone out here. Not one of my peers seemed to have the same moral hang-ups, and while that disturbed and confused me, it also triggered my survival instincts. I was the weak link, and I couldn’t stand for that.
“Randolph,” I said, “How did you get comfortable with this level of violence?”
“My dad was an adventurer and monster hunter. He went to this school, so I kind of grew up thinking about it. Never seemed weird to me.” He scratched his head thoughtfully. “Guess it is kind of brutal, though.”
Rebecca chimed in, walking closer to me. “Personally, I was just like you when I started, Liam.”
“Really?” I asked, somewhat reassured.
/> “Yeah, really. But on my first mission, it got real. ‘Kill or be killed’ kind of stuff. You’d be surprised what you can get used to.” She shuddered at the remembrance.
I sighed. “I guess that’s what I figured.”
I continued to practice with them for a couple hours, taking breaks here and there. I felt confident that I was doing pretty well for my level of experience—none. I easily kept pace with my two peers, and while they quickly fell into repeating their go-to spells, again and again, I made a point of trying something new every few minutes.
After a while, Randolph seemed to remember the time suddenly. “Oh shit, I have to get going. Class in five minutes. You guys can keep practicing without me,” he said.
Rebecca and I bid Randolph farewell and waved as he left. As soon as he was out of sight, Rebecca pivoted directly toward me. Before she could say anything, though, I spoke up with my own suggestion. “Want to actually get a thorough look at the inside of my room?” I asked, my tone dripping with clear intent.
“Did the Headmistress already teach you mind-reading?” she said with a wink. It was disarming seeing a wink so perfectly executed after all the time I spent with Carmilla the first couple of days.
I laughed and lightly slapped her ass. With a bit of a squeal from Rebecca, we started running toward the dormitory. I was surprised at myself for this kind of initiative. Normally I wouldn’t be so forward, but after what I did to that homunculus, getting my dick wet would be a refreshing palate-cleanser.
“I’m on my period, though,” Rebecca noted with a hint of worry in her voice.
“It’s okay,” I said. “I know Blood to Water.”
Rebecca’s eyes widened at that little revelation. She took a deep breath and looked at the sky. “Daddy, I’m about to fuck a necromancer.”
Chapter 10
Two Girls, One Mission
I tried not to dwell much on the impurity of my intentions as I eagerly stripped the clothes off my beautiful classmate. A lot had happened since I’d arrived, too much in such a short time, really, but at the moment I only knew one thing for certain: I needed this.
As soon as the door to my room had closed, our hands found each other’s bodies and immediately went to the task of exploring. There were awkward smiles and brief moments of eye contact at first, but the pace quickly ramped up the moment I gripped the bottom of Rebecca’s blouse and tugged upward suggestively.
With a nod from her signaling consent and certainty, I did the rest of the work with enthusiasm, unbuttoning the top few buttons so that the shirt could quickly be pulled over her head and tossed aside where it would find the black marble floor of my room.
Rebecca, now shirtless, took a moment to scan the room and take a breath before allowing me to proceed. I had decorated everything according to my understanding of what a necromancer was, which admittedly came primarily from Diablo 2 on the PC. The walls were black, my decor was skeletal and gothic, and black and white candles lit the room from a grand bone-hewn candelabra that hung over us.
“I love what you’ve done with the place,” she said, as I fumbled with unhooking her bra. No sooner had she finished expressing the sentiment than did her breasts fall free of their polyester prison. I had to take a moment to ogle, and I chuckled as Rebecca’s face went crimson at my staring.
Her breasts fit her figure well. She was thin-waisted but with wide hips, and the boobs were supple enough to complement them perfectly. She wasn’t as petite as Carmilla. No, she was noticeably curvier, and that wasn’t a bad thing at all. Back where I came from, a girl like Rebecca would still be out of my league, easily, but somehow things were different here. Maybe sorcerers are just horny?
Now it was her turn to battle against my clothes. My shirt slid off smoothly enough, but she struggled with the belt for a moment until I took the time to help her. As I unbuckled it, I leaned in to kiss her.
“Not on the lips,” she said. “Not during sex. That’s my rule.”
I blinked, caught by surprise. “Okay.” Fine with me. But I was curious. “Can I ask why?” I said as she peeled both my pants and boxers off, discarding them beside her bra and shirt and both our cloaks.
Rebecca was about to reply when suddenly a stunned look graced her pretty face as her jaw dropped at the sight of my already-erect cock that now was displayed before her. “I only tongue-kiss the boy I’m dating,” she managed to say after a moment, failing to break her gaze from my manhood.
“Got it,” I said, thumb to my cheek in a teasing expression. “So, I guess we aren’t dating.”
For a moment, Rebecca crossed her arms at me with an irritated expression on her face. “Is wagging your elephant trunk of a dick at me your idea of romantically asking a girl out?”
I laughed and pulled her in with one arm around her back. The opposite hand wasted no time in exploring her heavy breasts. If Rebecca had been annoyed with me before, she had quickly forgotten it as she let out a tiny moan and melted into my embrace.
One smooth hand found the tip of my cock and began stroking it as I played with the sexy brunette’s tits. She has some technique, I noted internally. She pumped my throbbing manhood with admirable purpose and skill. At one point, I worried she was losing interest, but I soon realized she was only taking her hand away from my cock for a moment so that she could spit on it, lubricating it for a more pleasurable experience—a pro move. I immediately noted the difference and felt my awareness shifting to how close I was getting to bursting already.
I won’t be defeated this easily, I swore to myself. I reached my arms fully around Rebecca and lifted her by the ass, maneuvering her into a more versatile position. She squealed in arousal and bit my neck playfully, hard enough to leave a mark, as I threw her onto the bed.
“Come to mama,” she said with a seductive moan, peeling off her skirt and panties with a single downward motion.
That was all I needed to hear. I practically leaped atop her and began kissing the length of her body, from her neckline, slowly down to her nipples, where I lingered a while to savor the taste of her breasts in my mouth. I smelled her flowery perfume, and it only aggravated my state of arousal. Rebecaa moaned softly and tugged at my hair lustfully as my tongue traced her areolas.
But the taste and smell of her breasts wasn’t enough. I had built up a far more demanding appetite these last few days. I continued my lips’ pilgrimage downward, and as I reached the brunette’s belly button, she tightened up as she realized where I was headed.
As I continued to kiss her midriff and move toward her well-groomed pubic region, one of my fingers traced the exterior of her pussy lips, hoping to stimulate enough to make sure that the clit was exposed and ready in time for the arrival of my lascivious tongue. To my delight, she was already sopping wet, and her little clit was proudly open for business.
“Are you sure?” she asked in a breathy huff, momentarily loosening her grip on my hair.
I responded by muttering an incantation, and with that, the period blood was all gone, turned to purified water. I wasted no time in ravishing her swollen, overly wet slit, probing her tunnel with my fingers, but spending most of my energy rapidly flicking her swollen clitoris with my tongue.
Immediately, Rebecca tightened her grip on my hair in response once again. She ground her sex into my face savagely, practically drowning me in her nectar. I came up gasping for air a few times but wasted little time in getting right back to work.
To my delight, I felt her body spasming and became aware of the sharp shortening of breaths that were unmistakably the prelude to an orgasm. So soon, I thought, pleased with myself. It always used to take me much longer to get a chick to this point. Within moments, Rebecca was not just breathing hard but screaming in climactic bliss as she gifted my mouth with her juices.
I grinned up at her. “Seems like you had f—”
I was interrupted by a forceful pulling of my head toward her face, and before I knew it, her tongue was mingling with mine. We continued to kiss
like that, but now I was atop her, my body parallel with hers, and my engorged cock was getting its own ideas as it hovered over her drenched pussy.
I teased her entrance with the tip of my shaft as I exchanged wet kisses with her hungry lips. She didn’t make any motion or noise to suggest I stop, so I took the initiative.
Sliding inside her was as easy as anything in my life had ever been. Her slippery warmth greeted my cock with the most pleasurable friction I had felt in a while. This was damn good sex.
I thrust into her, and we both moaned in unison as my body beat against hers. Within moments, my partner’s breathing had quickened again, and each push into her pussy left her moaning or gasping in a tone much higher than I previously thought her capable of. The erotic noises urged me closer to the edge, but I willed myself to stay strong and see this thing through until she was finished once more.
It was a hard-fought victory. As I felt her walls beginning to clench, I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that my prize was on the other side of those lustful hips grinding against mine. I continued dutifully as long as I could, but when she began screaming with her second orgasm of the night, I, too, released my payload. Our fluids mingled as I filled her up with a potent dose of semen.
I collapsed atop her, and our sweaty bodies were practically one. She threw her arms around me, breathing hard like she had just run a marathon.
She patted me on the back. “Good job, buddy,” she said between gasps. The expression struck me as hilarious in this situation, and I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
“I thought you had a no kissing rule?” I eventually asked.
“That rule almost always goes out the window when I cum,” she admitted, putting her arms behind her head, drawing my eyes to her awesome breasts.
“Nice,” I said with another laugh. “Now what?”
“Now you can pull out,” she said, pointing to my dick, still firmly inside her.
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