by Logan Jacobs
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Chapter 1
The metallic trace of blood mixed with the scent of floral and spiced perfume gripped the deepest gorges of my mind as I tried to pry myself awake. My dreams had been long and dark, and in my mind, all I could see were witches burning at the stakes while the elder gods cheered and laughed. Their hauntingly beautiful faces penetrated my mind, even as I was trapped in a state of both sleep and awareness, and I desperately wanted to wake up, but my eyes felt heavy as lead. I tried to tell myself to wake up, and my body ached with both pleasure and pain as I struggled to move and open my eyes.
Finally, I peeled my eyes open, and I smiled as an instant wave of relief and gratification washed over me. I could feel hot breath tickling my neck and warm arms draped over my chest as I gently craned my neck to stare at the beautiful, naked women surrounding me. As I silently stared at their perfectly sculpted bodies, recollections of last night replayed in my mind as I remembered how we brought a new witch into our coven.
“Fuckkk,” I chuckled to myself as I glanced at the strong-willed Penelope.
Our new addition slept like a cat on the foot of the bed, and her bright, tangerine-colored hair was splayed over her porcelain, doll-like face. Her ebony eyelashes were like long, dark satin feathers I wanted to brush with the tip of my finger, and her rosy lips were parted slightly as she took in slow, deep breaths. Her perfect breasts moved in a rhythmic motion as she continued to sleep deeply and peacefully, and despite the serene look on her beautiful face, I briefly wondered if she’d suffered from any nightmares last night.
I doubted it, though, because all I could sense from her was total calm and serenity. If the bright-haired witch was worried or frightened about the future, she kept it hidden well, deep within her subconscious. As I continued to study her sleeping form, the early pale sunlight began streaming in through the stained-glass window, and the golden beams highlighted her every feature.
I appreciated her slender, curled up body for a moment more, and then a satisfied smile came to my face.
“Mmmm, Cole,” she murmured in her sleep. “Yes… just like that.”
I repressed a chuckle as she shifted in her sleep, and my grin widened as I remembered how hard-headed she behaved before she yielded to her desires. During the games, I knew she would eventually be mine, and last night, all my patience had finally paid off. I knew the resilient witch had relished in every single touch, stroke, and kiss I was able to give her, and blood rushed to my cock as I remembered how she moaned for my dick and then cried out my name as she came over and over again while I impaled her with my cock. She’d been so warm and eager, and fucking her for the first time had been an unforgettable experience. Then, once I’d pumped her womb full of my cum, I’d ordered her to lick my cream out of my other women’s filled pussies.
What an amazing night.
The sweetest fruit truly did taste the finest when given the right amount of time to ripen.
I averted my attention away from the bright-haired witch and then looked to my right side, and I marveled at Faye and Morgana as their contrasting locks spilled over the satin, scarlet pillow. Faye’s blood red hair was entangled with Morgana’s chocolate-colored locks like crimson rivers running through the deepest, darkest soil, and the redhead had one freckled arm draped over my chest, with half her face pressed into my skin as she slept. I could feel her taut nipples protruding into my ribs as she kept her arm tightly wrapped around me as if she were holding onto my body for dear life, and a rush of desire coursed through my veins.
Then I craned my neck to stare at the luscious Morgana, and the sexy bookworm had one exposed leg wrapped over the redhead’s lower half, while the other was hiding beneath the sheets. The bookish brunette’s full, red lips curled up into a small smile as she slept, and her pale, voluptuous breasts were pressed against the redhead’s back. She occasionally grunted or laughed in her sleep, and I knew she was on the verge of waking up.
When I turned my head to look at the other side, I stared at the luminous, lavender-skinned Vesta and smiled to myself because Akira also had her arm wrapped around the elvish witch’s slender, hourglass waist. They were both so beautifully different, and I couldn’t help but stare at the duo as they slept soundlessly and deeply. I marveled at Vesta’s glowing lilac skin and her cascading, sage-green hair, which fell into loose waves over her flawless goddess-like face. My eyes lingered on her long, slender legs, and then up to her plum-colored buds. Her features were a sharp contrast to Akira’s short, dark hair and athletic, sexy build. The black-eyed witch barely moved as she slept, and she kept her small, heart-shaped face tucked into Vesta’s silky green locks as she softly breathed in and out.
I took another look around the room and then smiled to myself, because these were my women, and they loved belonging to me. I heard one of them moan softly, and when I turned to locate the source, I spotted Morgana’s baby-blue eyes fluttering open. Then her eyes flickered over to meet mine, and a small, shy smile spread across her beautiful face.
“Good morning,” she croaked, and her voice was still heavy with sleep.
“Good morning,” I chuckled. “Did you sleep well?”
“Like a lamb,” the brunette replied as she began to furiously rub away the sleep from her eyes. “What time is it?”
“Just a little after sunrise,” I answered.
“Satan,” I heard Akira muffle into her pillow as she began to wake up. “Can we just sleep or fuck all day?”
“That sounds positively lovely,” Vesta sighed with her eyes still closed.
“It does.” I nodded. “But something tells me we have a long day ahead of us.”
“Per usual,” Penelope grunted as she slowly opened her mahogany brown eyes.
“I wonder if we’ll be going back to class today,” Faye pondered aloud as she stretched out like a cat. “Since you’ve been asleep, Cole, we’ve been restoring the academy and cleaning up the dead… there hasn’t been any mention of the curriculum.”
“Well, I’m sure Theodora--” I started to say until there was a hard, abrupt knock on the door.
Each witch shot up from their position like a warrior prepared for battle, and they wildly looked around with wide, alert eyes. Then they all scrambled to snatch a corner of the satin sheets to cover themselves up with, at least as best as possible.
“Easy,” I said in a soft tone. “I’m sure it’s just Vanessa.”
“But why so early, if she sees me naked, I don’t know what I’ll do--” Morgana started to ramble until there was another impatient knock.
Before I could utter another word, the door shot wide open, and to my surprise, it wasn’t Professor Vanessa, but instead her mother, Headmistress Theodora.
The elegant headmistress was wearing a long, black velvet gown with a high lace-trimmed collar and black leather gloves, and her dark hair was pinned into a mass of thick curls and decorated with an elaborate raven-skull bone pin. Her lips and cheeks were painted a dark rouge, almost as if she’d smeared her enemies’ blood on her flawless, ivory face.
Her pale blue eyes darted back and forth as she approached us, and as she did so, she indiscreetly studied each witch in my bed. Although the women had scrambled to cover themselves up as best they could, I could feel the humiliation and awkwardness radiating off their bodies like a strongly scented perfume. Not even the bold Akira had a word to say as the headmistress of Scholomance Academy stood poised an
d erect at the foot of my bed.
“Err,” I chuckled awkwardly. “Good morning, Headmistress. What brings you to my bedroom?”
“Good morning, Cole… and ladies,” she purred, and she was seemingly unbothered by the clearly uncomfortable situation. “I see you all had a lovely night… which was well deserved.”
When I glanced at my coven, all their faces turned beet red, and they were having trouble making eye contact with the headmistress. Several of them even bowed their heads low and just murmured incoherently in response.
Theodora’s face remained impartial to the awkward circumstances, and when the air grew too thick with tension, I knew I had to say something.
“With all due respect, Headmistress,” I said as I rubbed the back of my head, “is there a reason you so urgently decided to barge into my room?”
“Of course,” she replied with a twinkle in her sky-blue eyes. “We’re going on a little trip, and you need to get up, get dressed, and come down to my office as quickly as a newborn newt. I’ve had Cordelia pack you a bag with a fresh set of cloaks and other necessities as well, so don’t worry about that.”
For a moment, I was at a loss for words. I would follow Theodora into battle without a second thought, but still, this request seemed to emerge from out of the blue, and I wondered if something was deeply amiss. We’d just won a battle against the Mors Academy, and we were still in the process of recovering and rebuilding, so why would Theodora want to leave her beloved school when there could be other threats waiting in the shadows?
“Wait, a trip and a packed bag?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. “What--?”
“We’ll be traveling to the High Wicca Court,” the headmistress interjected with her hands folded neatly in front of her. “You’ve killed a headmaster, and now, they will want to see your face and hear your side of the story--”
“But it was in self-defense!” Akira suddenly screeched, as if all semblance of humiliation had evaporated and was replaced with terror. “He cannot be put on trial! They’ll want to skin him alive--”
“Easy, there, Miss Akira,” Theodora replied with a raised hand. “They do not want to put him on trial… they simply want to meet the man who saved Scholomance and defeated an elder goddess.”
All fear and concern among the women seemed to vanish instantaneously. Then they began to feverishly whisper amongst each other in excited voices, but I had no idea what the High Wicca Court even was, or why it seemed to spark so much exhilaration.
“Why does this… Court want to meet me in person?” I asked after a moment. “Surely, they would take your word for it?”
“Cole,” Vesta purred before Theodora could respond. “This is one of the highest honors imaginable. Very few witches are ever brought to the High Court for a respectable reason.”
“Miss Vesta speaks the truth,” Theodora said with her chin raised. “This is a once in a lifetime opportunity which you cannot miss… even if you wanted to.”
“So, in other words,” I responded with an arched eyebrow, “it’s not optional.”
“No.” The beautiful headmistress smiled. “So, let’s get a move on… Tempus is not an easy journey to make, even by shadow-porting.”
“I’m not leaving without my coven,” I said as she turned on her heels and then theatrically spun her skirts. The sound of my voice stopped her dead in her tracks, and I could see her shoulders slightly shaking as if she were quietly chuckling to herself. “Where I go, they go… and wherever this Tempus is, they’re coming, too.”
Without turning around, Theodora sighed and then lingered for a moment by the doorway.
“I had no doubt you’d want to bring them along,” she responded in a soft tone. “Ladies, please prepare whatever you might need for a couple of nights and be quick about it.”
“Yes, Headmistress,” they all responded in unison, and I could still hear the excitement in their voices, despite their apparent efforts to contain their true feelings.
“Very good,” Theodora answered before she strolled out the door.
As soon as the headmistress left the room, the women giggled and then proceeded to jump up and down, naked on the bed.
“We’re going to the High Court!” Morgana giggled as her full breasts bounced up and down with each jump. “Can you believe it? I wonder if we’ll see Elena Sharpe while we’re there… I’ve read countless books on her.”
“Of course, we will,” Penelope added as she enthusiastically jumped alongside the brunette. “Her and Anne Willmore!”
“Elena and Anne, who?” I asked with a repressed laugh.
Their eagerness and excitement brought a smile to my face, even though I barely knew what I was about to get myself into, but my women had been through so much, and it was refreshing to see them so genuinely excited.
“Oh, Cole,” Penelope sighed in a dream-like voice. “You don’t understand… the High Wicca Court, which is located in the great realm of Tempus, is composed of legendary law creators and the most brilliant witches of this century.”
“Yes, each century they select nine members to maintain law and order throughout the Wicca realms and academies,” Morgana explained, “and most witches go through a lifetime without ever visiting the academic and historical realm of Tempus… to be invited into their domain for a meeting is considered an absolute privilege.”
“And Tempus is apparently one of the most astonishing realms in all the worlds,” Akira added with a broad smile. “Filled with ancient history and weaponry… you’re going to fucking love it.”
“Well.” I grinned. “Don’t you think we should be getting ready to go, then?”
“Shit, he’s right!” Penelope gasped as she jumped from the edge of the bed and landed gracefully on the floor. Then she quickly picked up her scattered clothing and scrambled to put it back on.
As she frantically got dressed, the orange-haired witch missed a couple of buttons on her blouse, and I couldn’t help but stare at the dry blood above her collar bone as she quickly donned her skirt, socks, and shoes. I knew the mark we gave her would leave a scar, but still, it would be a permanent reminder that she belonged to me, and the thought sent a small shiver of pleasure coursing through my body. As I continued to discreetly study her, I found myself wanting to trace her cut with the lightest touch of my finger. I longed to feel her quiver under my touch and beg for me to fuck her again, and I swore to myself I would have her naked and spasming underneath me as soon as the moment arose.
“Don’t take too long, Penelope,” Vesta suggested in her soothing voice as soon as the orange-haired witch was dressed. “We shouldn’t keep Theodora waiting.”
“I’ll be there shortly,” Penelope replied as she rushed to the door, “and don’t wait for me in the common room! I’ll meet you down in the office!”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone get dressed so quickly,” Akira giggled as soon as Penelope was gone. “Did you see she had her skirt on backward, and her buttons were all uneven?”
“Well, can you blame her?” Morgana chuckled as she jumped from the bed and stood there stark naked in the pale sunlight. “There’s still a part of me that almost can’t believe it… and it’s all thanks to you, Cole.”
“Yes, thank you, master, for this opportunity,” Faye said as she batted her elongated eyelashes. “If it weren’t for you, we’d be stuck here cleaning up the school for another couple of days.”
“You know I always have your best interests at heart.” I winked as I planted my feet on the cold, wooden floor. “Now, you’d better go and pack your things. I’ll meet you in the common room in five minutes… oh, and don’t bother putting your clothes back on. I’d rather see you walk out of here naked.”
“Yes, master,” they all replied with coy smiles and light blushes.
After watching my women prance out of the room naked as a herd of deer, I strode over to the sea glass mirror by the bathroom and gazed at my reflection. My black hair was plastered over my forehead, and my
light-blue eyes looked slightly red-rimmed and swollen. I also had a small cut above my upper lip and a dark purple shadow across my left eye. I’d looked better, but at least I was still in one piece.
Which was more than I could say for Ravana.
“Would you care for a quick bath, sir?” Cordelia’s shrill voice suddenly rang through the air. “It will do wonders for your body after being in bed for so long.”
“Alright,” I said after a long moment, “so long as it’s quick.”
“But of course,” the obedient ghost-maid replied without hesitation.
Soon, I could hear the bath filling up, and when I peeked into the bathroom, golden-hued water was nearly filled to the brim. Then, as I neared the tub, I realized the steam smelled of lavender and some other kind of spice I didn’t recognize.
“What is that intoxicating scent, Cordelia?” I asked out of curiosity.
“Why, it’s a foreign spice known as aenean,” she answered, and I could hear the pride in her voice. “I’ve been saving it for a time like this… you’re going to need your strength fully returned if you’re going to be traveling to Tempus.”
“Well, thank you,” I said before I stepped into the water.
My body instantly relaxed, and I could feel my face strangely twitching as the steam seeped into my pores. I didn’t spend too long in the tub, and when I stepped out of the water, I quickly wrapped a towel around my waist and then headed back into my bedroom. I found a black, silk shirt and a pair of dark gray wool trousers resting on the bed with a pair of leather boots and a long black cloak with the Scholomance crest sewn into the breast pocket. I dried myself off and then dressed as quickly as possible, and when I looked into the sea glass mirror, I was astonished to see my cut and bruise had healed, and color had returned to my face.
“Wow,” I breathed in amazement. “Thank you, Cordelia.”
“Do not mention it, sir,” she responded. “Now, if you don’t mind me saying, your bag is down in the common room. Your coven is also waiting for you, so you’d better get a move on before Theodora comes to drag you to her office.”