by Logan Jacobs
“That’s so hot,” Akira purred. “Vesta is so beautiful. Her body is fucking perfect.”
“Fuuuuck,” I grunted. “Keep going.”
Vesta smiled coyly at me as she continued to guide my dick in between her breasts and move them up and down in quicker motions. Her eyes were focused on mine as she bit down on her moist, pink lips, and then she purred with pleasure as I grew even harder.
“Master,” she moaned. “Can I feel you inside me, now? I want you to spread the petals of my flower open.”
“Yes,” I grunted. “Now.”
She smiled before she pulled away and positioned herself over my erect, pulsating cock. She then stared into my eyes before she lowered herself to whisper into my ear.
“I’m going to ride you until your seed fills up my entire womb,” she purred, and then she gently nibbled on my earlobe. The sensation sent a pleasurable shiver down my spine, and she giggled as she pulled away to whisper again. “I can’t live without your cock, and I’ll show you just how much I crave and need it.”
“So, do it,” I whispered. “Fuck me as if your life depended on it.”
“Yes, master,” she answered as her eyes sparkled like diamonds.
As Vesta adjusted herself on top of me, she slowly slid down on my shaft, and the instant I was in her to the hilt, she gasped in pleasure and then began to rock her body in slow motions. Her tight pussy clenched as I bucked my hips upward, and soft, satisfied moans escaped from her lips as I bottomed out in her hot, quivering pussy.
“Just like that, master,” she moaned and squealed. “Ahhhhhh, fuuuuuuck… your dick is sooooo delicious.”
“You want more?” I asked with an arched eyebrow.
“Yes, pleeeeeeeease,” she begged.
I grinned before I grabbed onto her wide, purple hips and dug my nails into her soft skin. Then I guided her slowly along my cock, and she was rocking back and forth in a steady motion until I started to move her along my dick in faster motions.
“Coooooole!” Vesta gasped. “Oh, Satan… that feels amazing.”
“Fuck her brains out, Cole,” Akira urged. “Look at how her hungry little pussy swallows your dick.”
I grunted and then bucked my hips upward and plunged deeper into Vesta’s tight, wet hole. Her breathing grew more labored, and her quivering cunt began to clench even tighter around my girth as she sped up. As she rocked her body in erratic movements, she gasped greedily for air before she planted her hands on my chest and then tossed back her long, green locks. Her full, purple breasts bounced and swayed as she moved her perfect body along my cock, and her cheeks were turning a deep shade of plum as she struggled to breathe.
“Satan, Vesta, you are gorgeous,” I grunted before I reached up and pinched one of her swollen nipples, and she gasped in pleasure as I teased her buds with my thumb and then grabbed onto her entire breast.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she squealed. “Cooooole.”
“She’s close,” Akira whispered into my ear before she bit down on it. “Bless her womb with your seed master. Fill her to the brim like you just did with me.”
Between the two of them, I could feel another orgasm bubbling to the surface, and it was becoming nearly impossible to hold back.
Vesta quickly began to bounce up and down, and a light trail of sweat dripped in between her breasts as she squeezed her eyes shut and parted her pink lips. She then opened her eyes again, mewled, and begged for more as she rocked her wide hips along my length.
I bucked my hips upward, and as I prodded deeper into her scorching, soaking, tunnel, her mouth parted open even wider, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
“I-I’m going to cum!” she cried out.
“Then cum,” I ordered.
“Cooooooooole!” she screamed as she swayed on my cock and then tried to gasp for air.
As she came, I let my own body release, and the three of us gasped as my hips quivered violently underneath her.
“Yessss…” I growled as my hot semen gushed up her tunnel and into her womb, and Vesta eagerly rolled her hips so I’d paint every surface inside of her hungry pussy with my cream. We both stayed locked together while we took pleasure in me filling up her beautiful body, but then our climaxes slowly relaxed.
“Ohhh… Cole… I am filled with your essence. It feels wonderful.” Vesta slowly slid up off my cock. I spotted thick, white fluid dripping in between her lavender legs, and she swiped every drop of it with her finger before licking it clean.
“Thank you, master,” the purple witch purred before she nestled next to me.
“That was amazing,” Akira sighed into my ear as she wrapped her arm around my bare chest. “You’re such a fucking stud. You came three times inside of us, and look, your cock is still as hard as a sword.”
“Our master is so good to us,” Vesta sighed. “He could make love to us all night, and fill our wombs with his warm sperm over and over.”
“Then how about we fuck until we pass out?” I suggested.
The two beautiful women exchanged excited smiles with one another before they giggled and proceeded to play with my cock. We wouldn’t get too much sleep, but I didn’t give a fuck.
Who needed rest when you had two gorgeous women in your bed?
Chapter 9
The next morning, I could feel hot breath on both sides of my neck, and two different arms were draped over my naked chest. Vesta and Akira were still deep asleep on each side of me, and as I slowly peeled my eyes open, I stared for a moment at the pale sunlight streaming in through the stained-glass window. Rays of pale colors were splattered along the wooden floorboards, and the only sound in the room was the soft breathing of the two beautiful witches. I didn’t want to have to wake them up, but since we retrieved the books, today was going to be our first official military-style lesson, and I didn’t want us to be late.
“Hey… it’s time to wake up,” I whispered loud enough for them to gently stir awake, and Vesta was the first one to open her silver eyes and glance around the room.
“Oh,” she moaned. “I had the most wonderful dream.”
“What was it?” I chuckled as she began to rub the sleep from her eyes.
“I dreamed you fucked us over and over again,” she answered with a small, satisfied smile on her pink lips. “And then, we only slept for an hour or so.”
“That wasn’t a dream, Vesta,” Akira’s sleepy voice carried across the room. “That really happened.”
“Can it happen again and again?” the elvish witch purred, and she reached up and ran a dainty finger down my cheek. “I want to feel you inside me, Cole. I simply can’t get enough of you.”
“As much as I’d love that,” I whispered, “we need to be getting up.”
“Shit,” Akira gasped as she shot up, and her short black hair was a messy halo around her pale, petite face. “Today is our first intensive lesson!”
“Oh, dear,” Vesta said in a calmer voice. “So it is. We’d better run and get into fresh uniforms, then.”
“No shit,” Akira muttered before she furiously flipped off the satin sheets.
The naked women raced out of bed and then scampered to retrieve their clothes, and they didn’t even bother to get dressed before they rushed toward the door.
“See you in the common room!” Akira shouted before she yanked open the door.
“Don’t take too long!” Vesta added before they both slipped out, naked and giggling.
I shook my head at myself and grinned before I also flipped off the covers and planted my feet on the floor. Then I stretched and rolled back my shoulders before I took a look around the room and yawned.
“Do you want me to draw you a bath, sir?” Cordelia’s familiar voice rang through the air.
“That would be great,” I answered.
The sound of splashing water echoed from the bathroom, and as I waited for the tub to fill up, I wondered what the hell today would bring. Today, we had Evanora teaching us, and I pondered how def
enses against elder magic would come into play while we practiced soul magic. How would the pink-haired professor take control of this new situation?
Was she ready? Were we ready?
“Sir?” Cordelia’s voice echoed. “Are you alright? You seem to be in another world, so to speak.”
I was so lost in thought I didn’t even realize the bath was full. I shook my head and then looked up at the ceiling as if I’d see her floating there above me.
“Err, yeah,” I mumbled. “Thanks, Cordelia… I’m fine.”
I quickly stepped into the bathroom, and as soon as I settled into the bathwater, my entire body seemed to relax and melt into a peaceful state of mind. All my worries seemed to vanish for a while as I simmered in the water, and it was such a blissful feeling, I didn’t dare close my eyes. If I did, I’d probably fall deep asleep and sink into the water, so instead, I shook my head, stood up, and stepped out of the tub.
I wrapped a towel around myself and found a fresh set of clothing waiting for me in the blue velvet chair. So, I quickly got dressed and then ran my fingers through my wet hair before I caught a small glimpse of my reflection in the sea-glass mirror.
My eyes were wide and alert, and my cheeks were flushed with color. My lips were reddish, and my blue eyes were narrowed and focused. I was ready to kick today’s ass and look good while doing it, so I took in a deep breath and then turned away from the mirror and headed out the door.
To my surprise, none of the women were downstairs, but the familiars were scattered around the common room. Alexander was hovering over Silvia, who was crouched by the fireplace, and Damien was curled up on the sofa while Penelope’s red panda, Lily, and Ursula seemed to be playing tag.
Hey, Cole, Alexander said as he floated over toward me on his bladed wings. How’s it going? You look well-rested.
“I am,” I confirmed with a small nod. “How’s it going with you and Silvia?”
Slow, but still. He blinked. Progress is being made.
“Good to know,” I chuckled.
Then I heard doors slamming open, and when I glanced at the stairs, all the women were running down into the common room, and each one broke into a small smile when they saw me.
“Good morning, Cole,” Morgana said in an upbeat voice. “Did you sleep well?”
Vesta and Akira exchanged sly looks with one another before my face broke into a small grin.
“I did.” I nodded. “You?”
“Somewhat,” the brunette answered in a small voice, “but I’m starving.”
“No problem.” I shrugged before I looked around the common room. “Cordelia, could you please serve us breakfast?”
“Of course, sir,” the obedient ghost-maid responded.
The next moment, the entire table was laden with breakfast dishes and pitchers of juices and spiced coffee. The witches all smiled in gratitude, and we headed over to the table to quickly eat up our delicious meals. No one really spoke as we ate, and by the time we finished, we were all looking at each other with hesitant expressions on our faces.
“Look,” I breathed, “I know you’re all concerned about today’s lesson. Believe me, so am I… but the only way we’re going to get through these lessons is by keeping a clear head. Understood?”
“Yes, master,” my coven responded in unison.
“Good.” I smiled. “Now, let’s get to class.”
Everyone nodded in agreement before we headed out the door and then down the corridors. Each student we passed looked just as concerned as the one before, and the air felt thick with tension as we headed toward Professor Evanora’s classroom.
As soon as we stepped inside the room, I could smell the sharp tang of incense in the air. The candles above us hovered like clouds against a star-painted ceiling, and the walls were painted a shade of fair rose-gold. There were countless desks, and each one was able to hold at least seven to eight students.
Once we were all inside, we took a look around, and then I noticed Nyx, Beatrix, Iris, and Ivy all seated at a table near the pink-haired professor’s desk.
“Come on,” I urged. “Let’s go sit over there.”
My coven nodded in agreement as we headed toward the taken table and sat ourselves down.
“Good morning,” I said as I flashed each woman a smile. “How is everyone doing?”
“Running on fumes,” Nyx replied as she rubbed at her blue temples.
“Same here,” Iris sighed as she looked up at the candles. “I barely slept a wink after we came back.”
“Well, I slept like a baby.” Akira playfully smirked as she took out a piece of parchment from her bag.
Vesta discreetly nudged the dark-haired witch, but Akira just nudged her back and blew the purple-skinned elf a sassy kiss.
I chuckled to myself as the rest of the students began to pour inside the classroom. No one really engrossed themselves in conversation as they settled into their seats, and I had a feeling it was because each witch was riddled with nerves.
I couldn’t blame them, though. We were about to engage in taboo magic that hadn’t been used in ages.
When it seemed as if the classroom was completely filled up with students, a cooing sound echoed from the hallway, and in the next moment, Evanora’s owl flew into the room and settled on her desk. Her bright eyes focused intently on the class before the pink-haired professor strolled inside. Today, she was wearing a deep gold and silver gown with a plunging neckline, and the dress hugged at all her curves and exposed her creamy white shoulders and lean, long arms. Her vivid, emerald green eyes scanned the room as she held tightly onto a red book, and a small smile graced her face.
“Good morning, class,” the professor purred. “Now, as you know, I prefer to get straight to the point. Today, we will be engaging in a lesson that does not follow our normal protocol, but I’m sure you can understand why. After the attack on our school and the growing threat that lurks not too far behind us, Theodora believed the most extreme measures must be made in the classroom, starting today.”
The room remained deadly quiet as she cleared her throat and then glanced at each one of us with a demure, but confident, grin.
“Well,” she sighed, “I don’t know about the rest of you, but I think this will be an enriching experience… and without further ado, I believe it would be best if we simply got started. Since we only have one book, you’ll need to listen closely to me and take plenty of notes.”
The poised professor grasped the book in her hand and tightly pressed it against her chest. Her bright, curious eyes wandered around the room once more, and then she cleared her throat and began to read.
“The first practice of soul magic, derived from the First Dawn, was often used as a means to defeat elder gods through elegant, lethal, and at certain times, savage tactics. Soul magic was a crucial component of defeating elder gods because the ancient magic would often summon the deadliest of creatures to do one’s bidding.”
The class was intently focused on the pink-haired professor, and they could barely take their eyes off her as she spoke. I also found myself staring intensely into her face as she read another chapter on the history of ancient soul magic and the tactics used to fight against elder magic, and I did my best to commit everything she said to memory.
Once she finished the introduction, Evanora closed the book and regarded each student coolly. Then she took a deep breath and looked down at the floor.
“So, last night, at quite an odd hour I must admit, I was reading chapter after chapter in this book,” the professor explained as she waved the crimson book in the air, “and I concluded this morning we would just dive into one of the more complicated parts of the lesson. However, before we move onward, I want to initiate a little test. Don’t worry, you won’t be graded on it, but instead, it will help me determine who will be able to move at a faster pace compared to others. So, do not feel disheartened if you do not make it into a higher group.”
The class gently began to murmur amongst themselve
s until Evanora clapped her hands together, and everyone who had spoken shot her an apologetic look.
“As I said,” she stated in a firm voice, “this is unlike any other lesson we’ve had before. I need your undivided attention at all times, understood?”
“Yes, Professor,” the class responded in unison.
“Excellent,” she answered before her green eyes flicked down at the book. “Now, everyone, please lean back in your seats.”
We all exchanged confused looks with one another but didn’t dare question the pink-haired professor as she began to read an incantation from her red book.
In the next moment, small clouds of green smoke popped up in front of each student, and when it cleared, there was a miniature creature snarling and flapping its tiny wings before me. Mine scampered across the table and then stared up at me with its vibrant yellow eyes, and it took me a moment to realize this was a small, pocket-sized dragon right under my nose.
When I looked at the others, each witch had the same pale green dragon scrambling beneath them, and Faye was the first one to break into a smile.
“Unholy Satan,” the redhead breathed. “Can this really be happening?”
“What?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
“These are clones of real, living, and fire-breathing dragons.” She grinned before she impatiently pushed back a strand of red hair from her face. “I’ve heard about this being done, but I never thought I’d witness it.”
“You must be having a fucking field day, Faye,” Akira whispered as she stared down at her miniature dragon with raised black eyebrows.
“They won’t bite,” the redhead giggled.
“I’m not worried about that,” the black-eyed witch scoffed, “I mean, I have a Komodo dragon, for hell’s sake.”
“Then why do you look like you’re about the throw-up?” Morgana teased. “You look even paler than usual.”
“I’m just… thinking about engaging with these things in their full size,” Akira muttered as her cheeks flushed pink.
I looked down at my own, small emerald dragon, and I couldn’t help but smile as it puffed out a little cloud of ashy smoke and then squealed.