by Logan Jacobs
“Be patient,” I growled. “Satan… you’re already soaking wet.”
“Just looking at you makes me wet, master,” she moaned. “Ooooooh, that feels so goooood.”
I gently pulled myself out of her drenched pussy, and her eyes widened with desire and eagerness as I licked my lips and stared into her desperate and beautiful face.
“Do you want my cock inside of you?” I murmured.
“Oh, yes, pleeeeeeease, master,” Penelope panted. “May I pleeeeease fuck you now? I want the entire school to hear me screaming out your name.”
“Hmm,” I teased with a raised eyebrow. “You may… but only because you’ve been such a good girl.”
“Thank you, master,” she whined before she closed her eyes and then bit down on her lip.
The bright-haired witch deliciously cooed as soon as her pussy slid onto my wet dick, and we both grunted in satisfaction as she took my entire length in.
“You are so deep inside of me… you are spreading me open. Ohhh… Master… yesssss…” Her palms were pressed down on my chest, and she dug her nails into my skin as she began to move her hips more fervently. Her shimmering eyes widened with pleasure, and her full mouth was parted open as she softly whimpered and moaned.
“Fuuuuuck,” I grunted. “Satan, your pussy is still so fucking tight.”
“D-Does it please you, master?” she breathed.
“Yes,” I groaned. “Keep moving those fucking hips, I want you to ride the hell out of me. Do you understand?”
“Oh, yes, master,” Penelope sighed. “I-I-I’ve been dreaming about this every night… and it’s all I can ever think about. You’re driving me crazy… you consume m-m-my every thought and desire.”
It was difficult for her to form full sentences, and her moaning was growing louder with each second.
“Oh, yeah?” I growled before I grabbed onto the soft flesh of her thighs. “I drive you crazy. Just how much? I want you to show me.”
“Y-Yes, master,” she panted. “I’ll do whatever you command of me.”
“Then I want you to bounce.” I grinned. “I want to see those magnificent tits of yours move up and down as you cum all over my cock.”
“Oooooh, yes, master,” she groaned with a pleased smile.
The tangerine-haired witch then started to bounce up and down on my dick, and her cries of ecstasy grew louder as she began to speed up her desperate movements. I bucked my hips upward, and she screamed out in pleasure as I prodded deeper into her hungry hole.
“Fuck,” I groaned as I thrust deeper. “I’m soooo deep.”
“D-D-Does it, please you, master?” she panted.
“It does,” I grunted as I pushed as far as possible into her wet womb. “But now I want you to rock back and forth.”
“Y-Yes, sir,” she breathed before she squeezed her brown eyes shut and did as I ordered.
“No,” I demanded. “I want you to look into my eyes while you fuck me.”
“Whatever you desire, master,” she groaned before her chocolate-brown eyes fluttered open. “I-I just can’t seem to hold back--”
“Oh, you’re not cumming,” I ordered. “Not until I tell you to.”
“But--” she started.
“No,” I warned her as I dug my nails deeper into her silky skin. “Don’t you dare.”
“Y-Y-Yes, master,” Penelope moaned. “Oh, Satan, you f-f-feel so damn gooooood inside me. I want all your cream to fill up my womb. Please… please… give me all your cum… I want every single drop filling up my womb.”
In response, I lifted my hips even higher and grabbed one of her bouncing breasts. She gasped as I cupped her tit and began to rub her dusty pink nipple in circular motions. Then I grabbed the other breast and plucked and pinched her until she squealed in pain and pleasure.
“Do you want more?” I teased. “If so, you’d better not try to give me any commands. I’m still the one in fucking control. Understood?”
“O-Oh, fuuuuuuck, yes,” she howled toward the ceiling as her back arched. “Pleeeeease, master. I need moooore… I’m begging you.”
“Then I want you to start bouncing again,” I grunted, “and I want you to go as fast as you can.”
“Yessss…” she whined as she bit down on her lower lip.
I chuckled before I slowly sat up, and while keeping her steady and bouncing on my cock, I took one of her swollen nipples into my mouth and then began to use my tongue to swirl around her bud. She moaned as I began to gently use my teeth to bite on her perky tit, and she tasted so damn salty and sweet that I just wanted to devour her.
“M-M-Master,” she struggled to breathe and bounce, “I’m not sure how much longer I can hold back.”
“You will wait,” I ordered as soon as I parted from her nipple, and a wet popping sound echoed in the room. “Now, bounce faster.”
“Yes, sir,” Penelope moaned as she sped up. “Whatever you want… I-I’m yours, body, mind, and soul.”
Her movements quickly grew more erratic, and her walls were furiously clenching around my cock. So, I grabbed onto her hips and began to guide her along my length, and as I impaled her with my pulsating member, she panted and then leaned down to kiss me.
“Hmmmm,” Penelope whimpered into my mouth as she continued to passionately move her body up and down as our hot tongues snaked together, and her kiss grew more demanding and fervent as I thrust into the deepest parts of her accepting body.
“You are doing a great job,” I growled.
I moved her up and down and quickly guided her warm, quivering slit along my cock as her walls clenched and unclenched with each bounce.
When she pulled away to catch her breath, I licked the trail of sweat that trickled down in between her full breasts.
“Coooole,” she cried out in long, drawn-out breaths. “I-I-I--”
“You what?” I asked as I slowly laid back down on the pillow and then sharply thrust my hips upward, deep into her hot, wet pussy.
“I-I-I,” she stuttered, and she was unable to utter one more coherent word as her chocolate eyes rolled back into her head.
I smiled and then dug my nails deeper into her full hips. I could feel myself nearing my threshold, and I knew it was time.
“You can cum now,” I ordered, “and I want you to scream out my name. As you take all of my sperm”
“Ahh,” she screamed as her entire body convulsed with pleasure, “Cooooooole! Fuuuuuuck!”
As her juices spurted all over my dick, I released my load inside her, and then my entire body jolted with pleasure.
“Yessssss!” I was light-headed as I sprayed every single last drop of cum inside her spasming tunnel, and we both struggled to catch our breaths as the seconds turned into a climax that lasted each of us for a full minute.
Then we slowly began to descend, and she collapsed against my chest as her body let out its last few trembles of pleasure.
“Hmmmm… you did very well, Penelope.” My entire body was shaking, and the world was still spinning as the bright-haired witch slowly slid off my cum-drenched cock and then nestled into the crook of my arm.
“Thank you, Cole,” she moaned into my ear. “That was fucking amazing. I’m filled to the brim with your warm seed.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” I smirked. “Sleep here with me tonight.”
“Yes, Master.” Penelope stared deeply into my eyes before she placed her head on my chest and then quickly fell asleep. I knew she was worn out, and so was I. So, I slowly closed my eyes, and the last thing I heard before I drifted into a deep slumber was Penelope’s soft breathing in my ear.
The next morning, I could feel the orange-haired witch stirring in her sleep, and the sound of her moving away from the bed made my eyes flutter open.
“Good morning.” I grinned. “Trying to sneak off?”
“From you?” she asked with a coy smile. “Never… I just have to get a fresh change of clothing from my room. I’ll see you in a bit… and Cole…
all I could dream about was your cock.”
“Well, you’re going to have to be patient,” I teased. “We have a long day ahead of us today.”
“I know,” she sighed.
She quickly dressed, but she turned around and blew me a small kiss before she sprinted out of the door.
I smiled as she left my bedroom, and then I stared thoughtfully up at the ceiling. Today was our first day of intense lessons, and I wondered what exactly was in store for us.
This was my plan, after all, and if it didn’t work out in the end, I wouldn’t know what to do.
Chapter 5
After Penelope left, I took a quick bath, dressed in my uniform, and then headed downstairs into the common room, where all the familiars and witches were waiting. Cordelia had laid out a large breakfast for us, and my stomach growled and rumbled at the intoxicating sight and smell. I spotted large, exquisite plates of tropical exotic fruits, fairy plum cakes, orange meringue treats, and pitchers of fresh pumpkin juice.
“Good morning, everyone,” I said as I jumped from the last step and landed on the wooden floor.
Penelope quickly shot me a flirtatious smile, and I discreetly winked in her direction before I settled down on the sofa, picked out a wild-berry muffin, and then took a small bite.
“So,” Morgana drawled when no one said another word. “Is anyone else wondering how strange today’s lesson is going to be? Vanessa is already a strict and bitter professor… I wonder how she’s going to handle teaching advanced and superior lessons to students who are way below the required level.”
“It’s only going to be weird if you keep overthinking it,” Akira snorted.
“That’s your opinion,” the bookish brunette huffed. “Your solution to everything is to just go along with it.”
“And?” The dark-eyed witch cocked her head. “Do you have a better suggestion?”
“No,” Morgana replied after a long moment.
I knew they were concerned about how our classes were going to be far more intense and advanced, but we really didn’t have any other choice. We were in the middle of a war, and the students of Scholomance needed to realize this.
The sooner we prepared, the better.
“Look,” I sighed, “I know things seem hectic right now, and I don’t blame you for being worried, but there is really no room for doubt. I need you all to be on the top of your game and focused as hell… can you manage that for me?”
“Yes, master,” they answered in unison, and the whole coven sat a little straighter in their seats.
“Good.” I grinned. “Well, we’d better get going.”
So, we bade our familiars a quick goodbye before we left the common room and then headed down the corridors. The other witches of Scholomance looked down at their feet as they walked through the hallways, but occasionally, whenever they made eye contact with us, they either smiled or quickly looked away, as if they weren’t worthy of looking in our direction.
It was such a drastic change from when I first arrived, and I sincerely welcomed it. At that time, most witches either spat in my direction or sneered as I passed them by. Now, I almost felt like royalty among them, and it was terrific to be worshiped and respected by an entire academy of beautiful women.
Still, a part of me also felt an immense pressure to lead everyone. Students and professors were partly counting on me to help prepare them for any attacks coming from the elder gods, and that was a lot of weight to put on one person, especially one who was still relatively new to this world. But, either way, I was ready to give my life for this school, and I refused to dwell any longer on the notion that I might fail. So, I silently vowed I would do my best to help the professors and my own coven in any way I could.
Finally, we reached Professor Vanessa’s classroom door, and the moment we stepped inside I realized the air already seemed thick with tension. This particular room, which was never used before, was plain and bare except for the multiple rows of elongated desks and sets of armoires placed along the walls, and when we ventured deeper inside the classroom, several students turned to look at us with small, nervous smiles or blank stares.
“This doesn’t feel weird at all,” Akira muttered under her breath. “Where should we even sit?”
There was one long table near Vanessa’s simple, cherry wood desk, and for a moment, I thought I was seeing things. A familiar witch with sapphire blue skin and small, red horns protruding from her forehead was quietly sitting down with a book in her hands, and she seemed to be completely enthralled and trapped in her own little world.
“Come on,” I said to my coven, and then I strode toward the blue-skinned witch.
As soon as we were all standing around her desk, she looked up at us with her deep, purple eyes, and then her lips curled up into a small, lazy smile.
“Hello, again, Cole,” she purred.
“Nyx?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. “No offense, but what the hell are you doing here?”
After the attack on Scholomance, I assumed all the witches of the Vipera Academy had returned to their own school. Or so I thought.
“I transferred here,” she replied before she slowly closed her book, and I couldn’t help but notice the title, Dragon’s Breath and Other Herbs to Calm the Mind and Soothe the Dark Soul. “It was not a conventional choice… most witches in my family attended the Vipera Academy, but after what happened during the tournament, I decided I basically owed my life to you. So, I thought: fuck it! You all seem pretty chill… considering the shitstorm we’ve currently found ourselves in. I dig the vibe.”
“Damn straight, you owe your lives to us, blueberry,” Akira mumbled under her breath, but then Vesta lightly nudged her in the ribs.
“Well,” I said after a moment, “that was a very noble decision… you do realize we’re going to be learning about far more advanced spells, curses, and potions, though, right?”
“Yes.” Nyx smiled slowly. “And I’ve always been up for a challenge.”
“We’d like to join you, then,” I said in a confident tone. “Would that be alright?”
“By all means,” she replied as she listlessly gestured to the empty seats. “Go right ahead.”
So, we all took seats around Nyx, but she continued to read her book as if nothing had changed. I settled into my seat, and as I unpacked my bag, I spotted Beatrix and the twins by the doorway. Beatrix’s long, golden-brown hair cascaded over her shoulders in perfect curls, and as she strutted aimlessly around the room, she furiously pushed her long fringe out of her large, brown eyes. The twins, with their short dark hair and pink and blue streaks looked bored as they all looked around the classroom. Finally, their eyes landed on our table, and we still had a few empty chairs to offer, so I gestured for them to come over.
The three witches all smiled with relief before they slowly approached us.
“Hi,” Beatrix said as soon as she reached us, “how’s it going?”
“I’m a little nervous,” Morgana confessed, and she began to wring her hands together.
“Me, too,” Iris replied as she sat down and then twirled her pink strand of hair between her fingers. “Part of me has no idea what to expect.”
“I don’t think any of us do,” I answered with a light shrug, “but I suppose that adds a little flavor of excitement, don’t you think?”
“That’s one way to look at it,” Ivy answered before looking at her twin for reassurance.
“I’m sure with enough dedication and practice, we can accomplish anything,” Vesta purred in her soft, musical voice.
“Yeah.” Faye slowly nodded. “It takes baby dragons at least seven years to learn how to fly and breathe a spark of fire, and they’re the most powerful creatures in all the worlds.”
“Good point,” Akira added and grinned. “C’mon, you guys, we’re going to kick ass.”
“Good morning, class,” Vanessa’s cold voice suddenly rang through the air. “I’d ask how you are all faring on this morning, but I don’t car
e, and we also don’t have time for useless pleasantries.”
“Someone is in a worse mood than usual,” Akira discreetly whispered into my ear.
“Yeah, no shit,” I mumbled back.
Vanessa practically bolted to the front of her desk, and today, she was wearing a simple, dark plum-colored gown with a low bustline and a gold chain around her long neck. Her dark, straight hair was pulled back into a bun, and her cheeks were smeared with rouge.
“Turn to page nine-hundred-and-forty-three,” the impatient professor barked.
Before anyone had a chance to point out that we didn’t have any textbooks, small clouds of smoke appeared before each student, and when they vanished, we were looking down at heavy, sapphire blue books with golden pages.
I stared down at my own textbook and willed it to turn to the correct page.
Motus.
The golden pages flickered under the dim candlelight of the classroom, and when it landed on the right page, there was a small red illustration of a witch hovering over a winged man. She was gouging out his eyes, and the writing on the page indicated she was torturing him after initiating some kind of paralyzing spell.
“So,” Vanessa continued. “Today, we will be attempting a highly advanced paralyzing spell, as you can see from the textbook.”
Everyone began to whisper amongst each other until the short-tempered professor clapped her hands together, and the class went deadly silent at once.
“As I was saying,” Vanessa intoned in a dangerously low voice, “we will try to master this spell. Although it is highly advanced and usually intended for extremely lethal enemies, it is not normally taught to students of your limited knowledge and range… in other words, do not be upset if you cannot master it on the first try.”
I could hear Morgana gulp as Vanessa stared across the classroom with her hands folded neatly before her, and it seemed like the ever-demanding professor was trying to assess whether or not we were even worthy of being in her classroom.
Finally, after a long, heavy silence, Vanessa raised her chin up in the air and sighed impatiently.
“This lesson will not work if you’re nervous as a herd of baby lambs,” she snapped. “I need you to gather your confidence and courage… otherwise, you’re simply wasting my time. Is that understood?”