by Tiegan Clyne
“Good little piggy. Now, beg me to let you cum. Why should I let royal filth like you have such a privilege?”
I straddle him again, angling him so that his weeping head is just brushing my cunt. He tries to thrust up, but I lift my hips so he can’t penetrate me just yet.
I seize his throat again. “I said… Beg. Me.”
Gideon bites his lip, then whispers, “Please, Mistress. Please let me cum.”
“Really? That was pathetic.”
“Please, please… Please let me cum,” he groans. “I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?” I repeat, letting the tip of his head nestle between my lower lips.
“Yes, I’ll do… whatever you want. Whatever you want.”
Dear Lilith, he’s so fucking easy. Too easy in fact.
“I want you to stop being an asshole.”
Gideon nods. “Yes, Mistress.”
I don’t quite buy that, so I lift my hips again, freeing the tip of his cock.
He actually whimpers and slams his head into the dirt. “For the love of fucking God, I’ll do whatever you say! I’ll stop being a dick to you and your friends. I’ll pick up every piece of trash in Fantasia. Just please let me fucking cum?”
“Hmph. Better.” I get back in position and let him slide in a fraction farther. It feels amazing and I want to take him in all the way, but this boy has a lesson to learn. He hasn’t quite learned it just yet.
“I want you to stop calling me Darkblood.”
“Y-yes, okay, I will.”
“And I want you to be available to me whenever I want to fuck you.”
He looks up at me, his gaze burning into my own. “Fine.”
I sink down on him until he’s in me up to the balls, and he whimpers once more, the sound no longer frustrating but actually erotic. I start to ride him again. I slam myself down on his cock, forcing the tool back into his ass to jolt and hit his prostate, and I’m wracked with my own climax. He cries out and explodes inside me, and my inner muscles hold him tight. I grind against his pulsing dick, chasing another orgasm that comes hard on the heels of the first. It leaves me gasping. Beneath me, Gideon shudders in pleasure and there’s almost a look of gratitude on his face.
I stand up, my legs a little shaky, and step away from him. I find my panties and shove them into my pocket. He’s watching me with glassy, love-drunk eyes, and he looks like a wanton whore, reduced to a quivering mess with a metal tool up his hole.
He lets me roll him onto his side so I can untie his wrists and retrieve the object. He pulls his arms around in front of himself, rubbing the marks that the rope left behind. Have fun explaining those.
“Get up,” I order, “and get dressed.”
Gideon obeys, completely docile and undone. When he’s finished putting himself back together, as much as he can with no buttons on his shirt, I grab his face and kiss him hard. He kisses me back, though now there’s something pleasantly submissive about him. Good. He’s learning fast.
“Now,” I say. “What are you?”
He sighs, and I can’t tell if it’s distress, satisfaction, or both. “Your bitch.”
“That’s absolutely right.” I pick up the tool and wipe it on the inside of the bag. “From here on, your ass and cock belong to me, Pig, and don’t you ever forget that.”
Nothing quite beats bringing a spoiled prince down a peg or two.
Or fucking his ass with a makeshift dildo.
Either way, it’s added an extra bounce to my step as I head back into school. Maybe I should get detention more often. It was rather…enlightening.
Just as I enter the main courtyard, a light drizzle falls from the heavens. There aren't many students outside. The ones who don’t mind the rain are playing with their familiars or studying under the porticos. I’ve always liked the rain. Cold, dreary days like this are the best to sit by the window and brew potions.
My stomach rumbles, reminding me that I’ve barely eaten today. I should probably go to the cafeteria to see what horrible food they’ve got on offer. Or I could avoid that heaven hole by conjuring up my own snacks and hiding in the library.
Deciding on the latter, I slip through the entrance and head toward the library tower. At that exact moment, Lockwood’s familiar swoops overhead, its gold talons wrapped around a scroll. It must be delivering an important message. I recall the one it delivered to me this morning, and a shudder wracks my body.
I know it’s only been four days since I last saw Professor Lockwood, but alone time with him means pain, and by Lucifer do I crave that. The tension building in my shoulders has slowly been creeping down my spine since I woke up. I need Lockwood to punish me so that the pain goes away for a while. More importantly, I need him to help me forget about my nightmare.
Each time I close my eyes, I see two beautiful bodies swaying from an ash tree, their bleeding eyes fixed on me.
Blaming me for their deaths.
In a way, the memory just fuels my hatred and determination to find Rosso Lupa and kill them with the greatest violence I can muster. I could have done some real damage last night if Broin and I weren’t outnumbered. Or if Broin let me do what I do best: hunt. I’m much stronger now. I can feel the dark energy pulsing in my veins, mixing with the white magic, and it’s given me power beyond what I had before, thanks to my Dark Lord. It’s about time I use my gift properly. Poppets and potions are hardly fitting components for power like this.
Besides, now that Everafter is no longer on lockdown, I should be able to hunt in the woods without Alice worrying about me. But that’s something to think about tomorrow. Right now, I need to eat, and then I need to fuck. Fortunately, I have a very important meeting at the witching hour.
I climb the tower stairs, weaving my way through the other students. Laughter coming from the cafeteria on the next level is already giving me a headache. I cross the landing quickly, pass by the entrance, and step into the next stairwell. When I reach the top and the library’s beautiful archway springs into view, Cinder and Rapunzel are walking out. Damn it. I was hoping to avoid their stupid mugs.
“Oh my gosh, Rapunzel! I can’t believe you just said that.”
Cinder’s high-pitched voice is like nails on a chalkboard.
I seriously cannot be fucked with these two right now.
Especially on an empty stomach.
“Well, it’s the truth,” Rapunzel counters in that all-too-familiar smug tone of hers. “She’s probably sacrificing poor Quasi’s goat somewhere.”
Pssht. Good one. As if I haven’t heard that before.
“I told you the Darkblood wouldn’t be there.” Aurora emerges behind the girls, her expression clearly disgusted.
“Sigh. Where should we go then?” Cinder asks, turning to face her.
I hate when people say noises out loud.
Aurora clicks her tongue, eyeing her two loyal mutts dispassionately. “I don’t know. Chances are she went for lunch with those other freaks. We need to find Erik before we can set things in motion for You Know What.”
I’m almost tempted to eavesdrop some more, but the last thing I want is to come face to face with them. If they think I’m unpleasant at the best of times, they haven’t seen me when I’m hungry. That’s a side of me that will send them running for the hills with their tails between their legs.
I look around for an escape. To my surprise, I find Jasper hopping through a small archway across the hall. Surely this furry omen can’t be a good sign? Following this pesky white rabbit nearly killed me last week when I was ambushed by witch hunters. He did also lead me to Quasimodo, though, from whom I found out about my ancestor having taught here. Yeah. Who knew a Darkblood taught magic at the most elite and exclusive school in all of the kingdoms?
Deciding to pursue the rabbit instead of getting into another fight, I hurry across the hall and duck under the arch. Narrow, steep stairs await me, and I just catch a glimpse of Jasper’s tail disappearing around the corner.
“Jasper,
wait up already or I’ll turn you into a pie!”
He must have a deathwish because he doesn’t even falter.
When I reach the top of the stairs, only slightly out of breath this time, he’s staring at me with his left paw thumping against the floor.
“What? I’m not as… as nimble as you,” I grumble at him, leaning against the wall to catch my breath. “Wherever you’re taking me better have food. I’m so hungry I could eat a horse. Not Mephisto, obvs, but maybe Aurora’s.” I wiggle my eyebrows at him, adding, “You’re looking rather yummy today.”
Jasper shakes his little head and continues to hop away. Of course, I have no intention of eating him or any animal here. I just have a wicked sense of humor and an occasional yearning for bacon.
I follow Jasper down another corridor, but this time we emerge into a round antechamber soaked in sunlight. There are no windows, just stone archways with a gorgeous view of Lake Annan. The roof is made entirely out of druidic magic, keeping the place warm and dry but still somehow letting the outside in. Adjacent to the arches is a single wooden door bedecked with beautiful fresh flowers. They remind me of the ones in Esmeralda’s Garden.
Wait a minute…
“Is this another clue about Grandma Esme?” I ask the rabbit, quirking an eyebrow.
He merely hops toward the door.
Intrigued, I follow in his wake and tentatively touch the knob. The second I do, the door clicks open and a burst of emerald flames wrap around my palm, searing my skin.
“What the—!” I yank my hand back on instinct, glancing down at Jasper. “What the heaven was that?”
In truth, I know exactly what it was. It’s a protection spell that’s been cast on the room. I check my palm quickly for any damage. There’s nothing there. No burn marks. No signs of anything unusual. Those flames were even the same color as my kin’s, which means the spell was cast by a Darkblood.
Now, I’ll totally confess right now: self-restraint has never been my strong point.
I should really stop to question myself, or at least try to counter the spell, but I’m already stepping over the threshold before I can draw another breath.
I expect to see more stone architecture inside, but the door opens onto a short set of stairs that lead down into the heart of a beautiful office. The place is decked out with rich chestnut furniture. Some objects are draped in grey sheets that must have been white at one time. Everything is blanketed by thick layers of dust and the air is filled with a musty odor. I’m not sure anyone has been here in years.
I slowly creep down the stairs, and lo and behold, Jasper is waiting for me at the bottom. I swear if rabbits could shoot daggers into a witch’s skull, I’d be dead by now.
“What is this place? And why did you bring me here?”
Technically, I’m trespassing. We used to kill trespassers back home. An almost panicked reaction snakes into me. What if this is a trap? But I really don’t think Jasper would want to put his owner’s best friend in danger. Sure, I’ve threatened to kill him a few times, and even, perhaps, just maybe, suggested he’d taste good in a pie. Is that any reason to ensnare me?
I inwardly shake my head. I’ve followed bigger and fouler creatures than this little guy. I seize the dusty bannister with my right hand and descend the last of the stairs. There’s no denying how beautiful this room is underneath all the grime. The whole main wall is covered in floor-to-ceiling windows, and I can see the tips of the library’s bookshelves peering through the glass. There’s a silk screen partitioning off a section of the room across from the windows. Jasper is sitting by the mahogany desk which has been left exposed to the cruelty of the dust. Carved into the deep wood is an explosion of stars… and a reversed pentagram.
My breath catches in my throat. The outline of my Dark Lord’s mark—the one he carved into my flesh, the one still gloriously sore on my back—glows like viridian jewels. Even with all the dust, it’s like a beacon of light, and I’m drawn to it like a moth to a flame.
I can feel the dark magic still present in this room, and it isn’t coming from me. This must be Esmeralda’s office. I walk forward in an almost trance-like daze. Strange whispers echo through my mind. They grow louder the closer I get to the desk, hushing me, cajoling me, speaking in a foreign tongue, one I understand clearly.
She’ol.
“Hand. Glory. Find.”
The words don’t make any sense.
I reach out, and when I touch my Dark Lord’s mark, a strange image dances before me. It starts off as clouds of thick smoke, twirling together, but they merge into something I never expected: a hand floating in a glass jar. It rotates anticlockwise, revealing a signet ring on the middle finger. The insignia is the same one I saw on the wolf’s left shoulder blade a few days ago.
A red moon behind a black raven’s skull.
Queen Gothel’s crest.
I move my hand too quickly, and the image disperses, popping like a balloon.
Okay. The hand in the jar with Queen Gothel’s insignia is definitely weird. But what’s weirder is the fact that this is Esmeralda’s office. That’s the only way to explain the dark magic and Lucifer’s pentagram. It could also explain why the door opened when I touched the handle, why there’s so much dust inside if she did leave many years ago, and why Jasper led me here.
“So that’s why you brought me here.” I smile at the creature. He tilts his head at me, one ear flopped over the other. “Thank you.”
He wiggles his nose and nods once, his crimson eyes following me as I circle the desk. Hand. Glory. Find. What does that mean? I continue to snoop around the room. The parchment and quills on the desk are spread out, covered in dust. Books, maps, traces of herbs and potion ingredients litter the surface, along with an odd-looking machine I’ve never seen before. I think it’s some kind of human record player. Behind the desk, a velvet curtain has been loosely drawn over a dark tapestry.
Jasper hops to my side and watches me slide my fingers underneath the curtain. I unveil the artwork with one swoop of my hand, and tears well in my eyes when I see it.
I’ve recently been dreaming about this exact tree.
It’s the one guarding what remains of my home, Hemlock Cottage.
The one Redera’s and Grandma’s bodies were left to hang from like meat in the back of a butcher shop. There is now no doubt in my mind this room belonged to my ancestor. She’s the one who planted the seed.
I need to speak to her. Lucifer gave me the ability to scry. I haven’t had the time to master it yet, but I’ve got to do that soon so I can find out exactly why my ancestor was here, and where she is now.
“I’m telling you, I saw her go in here.”
I freeze at the sound of Rapunzel’s voice and look up at the door. The handle jiggles from side to side, but Esmeralda’s charm remains to keep them out. Thank Lucifer. There’s something that angers me considerably more than just an empty stomach, and that’s someone, let alone those buffoons, invading my family’s space.
“Well, looks like it’s locked,” Gideon says, ever the genius, “and I’m already getting bored.”
I wonder how my little piggy will act, now we have made an arrangement?
“No. I swear I saw her go in here, Gid. Why should she get access to a former teacher’s lounge? That’s not fair and it’s against the rules.”
“Against the rules?” Gideon huffs. “How so?”
“It just is. She’s…well…she’s trespassing. She’s violating another’s private quarters, spreading her Darkblood germs about like a disease.”
“Typical Darkblood,” Erik grumbles. “I’m outta here. Can’t believe I let you drag me along for nothing.”
Someone kicks at the door.
“Urgh! Why won’t it open?”
Gideon laughs. “She’s probably used her Darkblood magic to keep us out. Let’s go, Punzi.”
Hmph, Punzi. More like Cuntzi.
I wait until I’m certain they’re gone before I let out my breath.
Grinning down at Jasper, I lean against the desk and conjure some pizza, delighted to have found a place where no one can find me. I’m beginning to enjoy these little jaunts with Jasper. They’re proving to be useful instead of a total waste of time. Perhaps I won’t bother eating him now. At any rate, I should probably head to my next class. Here’s hoping Professor Nightingale has fallen and broken his racist neck.
Unfortunately, Professor Nightingale remains very well intact when I enter his stuffy little classroom. Barely two minutes after settling down at my desk, he starts prattling on about why people like me are just the dregs of society. It’s taking tremendous effort not to hex the old bat for his incessant ignorance. It really boils my blood when people spread misinformation about things, or species, they know nothing about simply because they’re different. It’s all based on a fear of the unknown.
I guess, however, I need to get used to this bullshit to some extent.
Hexing students? I can do that easily. Gladly. In a heartbeat.
Hexing professors? Yeah, that might get me potentially expelled again.
And I can’t afford to take that risk. Not until I’ve killed the Big Bad Wolf.
The only plus side to this class is that I’m not entirely alone. Gideon is slouched at the desk across from me. He’s on his own, too, with none of his cronies to entertain or show how big his dick is. Usually, when he’s not doing any of this, he spends his time glaring daggers into my skull. Not anymore. This time he’s quite clearly checking me out, and going by the frown pulling at his brows, I don’t think he’s happy about what his dick is telling him.
I throw him a sly grin. There’s something truly satisfying about tormenting this spoiled prince. Grandma used to say the sweetest revenge of all is to beat your opponent at their own game. Slowly, I unfold my legs and keep them open, tilting my knees ever so slightly in Gideon’s direction.
He runs his eyes over my chest, lingering on the way my nipples peek through my ivory shirt, then he moves down to the valley between my thighs. When he realizes I’m still not wearing any panties, he chokes on what sounds like a mixture between a moan and a growl. Shortly after, the bell goes and I shut my legs.