Once Upon A Witch: A Dark Academy Reverse Harem Bully Romance (Everafter Academy Book 2)

by Tiegan Clyne

  “Close the door,” Lockwood orders.

  I do as I’m told and turn to face the three officials. It feels like a tribunal. If truth be told, I’m a little afraid.

  “Lord Salvador and Lady Ice have come to me with concerns about you,” Lockwood states coldly.

  “We can address that later,” Cassim interjects. “Greet me appropriately, witch.”

  I get down on my hands and knees and crawl over to where Cassim is sitting. He looks down at me smugly as I press a kiss to the toe of his boot.

  “There, now. Was that so difficult?”

  “No, sir.”

  I back up a bit and stand, glancing over at Lockwood. His eyes are burning with lust, and the way he’s looking at me makes me shiver.

  The Snow Queen speaks. “You are here under false pretenses and must return with us to Nevermore immediately.”

  That takes the wind out of my sales, and I go cold.

  “This witch has told you that her name is Redera Hemlock,” Cassim tells Lockwood, smirking. “But that is not her name. Redera is the twin who died because of this one’s failings. Mr. Lockwood, I’d like to introduce you to Ravyn Hemlock.”

  He waves his hand, and the glamour that I’ve been using to make myself look more like Redera falls away. There aren’t many differences, mostly it’s my eye color that changes from blue to dark brown, and Redera’s freckles vanish from my cheeks.

  “Do you think I’m a fool, child? You may deceive your teachers here but I will always know when one of my children is lying. Lies are like symphonies to me.”

  He’s making it sound like he’s Lucifer himself, and I resent it. I’m in no position to say anything, though, and I look to Lockwood to see his reaction.

  “Don’t look at him,” the Snow Queen snaps. “You have been revealed as the Darkblood witch that you truly are. You do not belong here at Everafter.”

  Lockwood finally speaks. “She belongs here and she will stay here.”

  The Snow Queen gapes at him, and Cassim laughs sharply. “You must be joking. A Darkblood? Here?”

  “Yes. She may have been born a Darkblood but she is using white magic.” Lockwood glares at Cassim and The Snow Queen looks appalled. “As long as she continues to do so, she is welcome here.”

  “I protest,” my covenmaster begins.

  “I don’t care. This is my school. I decide who stays and who goes.” Lockwood’s cold expression doesn’t even falter.

  “You would have her stay here, even knowing that she’s hiding this secret?” the Snow Queen demands.

  “She is not the only person here to have a secret,” Lockwood counters. “I have made my decision.”

  Cassim shoots up onto his feet, glaring at my headmaster. “You will learn that you have just made a costly mistake, Lockwood.”

  Professor Lockwood stands, too. “It is mine to make.”

  Cassim growls a curse in the dark language of Draioch, then beckons Fenris and the Snow Queen to follow him. They storm out of the office in a huff and slam the door, leaving me alone with Lockwood.

  He walks around me slowly, studying me from all angles now that he’s seeing the real me. I’m not that different from Redera, but there are subtleties that I’m sure he’s astute enough to notice. We were twins but not identical.

  He stops in front of me and grabs my chin in his hand. “So this is your real face,” he growls.

  I don’t have time to answer. He flings me across his desk and grabs my skirt, yanking it up to my waist. He opens his trousers, and then, without warning or preamble, he buries himself in my ass. It hurts, and I cry out, but the pain fills me with the warmth that I’ve been needing.

  He doesn’t start thrusting. Instead he leans over me and starts whispering in my ear, still buried balls deep inside me.

  “You don’t belong to them, no matter what they say.” He runs his hands down my sides. “Seeing you bow to him, kiss his feet… No. You aren’t his. You’re mine.”

  He pulls back out and spits on my hole, then drives back in again. It’s so painful I let out a cry. The saliva makes the entry a little smoother though, and this time he starts to fuck me with short, sharp thrusts. I grip the edge of the desk, muffling my groans into the surface.

  “You’re a Darkblood, but you’re my Darkblood,” he tells me with such utter conviction that it takes my breath away.

  He pushes his hand underneath me and cups my lower abdomen. I wonder if he can feel himself inside me. The thought is irrational but erotic and I moan into his blotter. His hand moves farther down until he’s sliding his middle finger between my swollen lower lips, skimming over my clit while he fucks me.

  “Say it,” he pants. “Who do you belong to?”

  He grabs my clit between his finger and thumb and pinches. I nearly go through the roof, and a shuddering cry falls from my throat.

  “Say. It.”

  It’s hard to talk when he’s pounding my ass and fingering me like there’s no tomorrow, but I manage to choke two out, “Y-you, Sir.”

  “Say it the whole way,” he orders, emphasizing his command with a hard thrust.

  “I belong to you, Master.”

  “Damn straight.”

  He rubs my pussy and drives his fingers deep inside me, still fucking my ass until I’m gasping. His palm rolls over my clit, rough and hard, and I’m shaking, right on the edge.

  “Don’t you dare cum until I tell you,” he snarls. He pulls his hand away, and I whimper.

  Lockwood grabs my hips and slams into me, harder and faster. The desk beneath me is rocking, he’s fucking me so hard. My whole body is tingling and the heat from my stretched hole is spreading all through me. I’m so close I can hardly stand it.

  “Please, sir,” I beg. “Please, may I cum?”

  He grabs my pussy again and gives it another hard squeeze. “Yes. You may.”

  I lose it, my body clenching around him. I cry out in ecstasy, and he picks me up, still inside my ass, and walks me around to the other side of the desk. He kicks the chair out of the way and puts me down again. I can feel another orgasm building up, and it’s making me delirious.

  “You are going to wear the proof of my ownership,” he growls.

  He’s thrusting again, and my whole body feels like it’s vibrating. My hole is stretched and raw, and I’m nearly out of my mind with pleasure. The pain is incredible. While his fingers assault my pussy, he sinks his teeth into the soft flesh between my neck and shoulder, and I gasp, tumbling into climax once more. He grunts in my ear, then I feel his cum splash against my insides. He cums hard, his body rocked by aftershocks, and he stays like that for a moment as I try to catch my breath. He reaches into his desk drawer and pulls out a butt plug. He shows it to me. The object flares widely, and the external part has a sparkling blue jewel on it. The jewel is imbued with magic.

  “I’m going to put this into you and I’m going to activate the spell,” he says, lubricating the plug with his spit. “That means you won’t be able to take this out for at least four hours. You’re going to wear this with my cum inside you until after the feast. Then I’m going to take it out and fill you up again. Do you understand?”

  I nod, still breathless. He pulls out and immediately shoves the plug inside before any of his cum can spill out. It stings when it goes in, but once the flared part is inside me, it’s much more comfortable, as far as these things go.

  He pulls me up and turns me around, staring into my face. The intensity in his eyes takes my breath away. He buries his hands in my hair and pulls me into a deep, passionate kiss. I melt against him as our tongues spar.

  Lockwood pushes me to sit on the edge of the desk and spreads my legs. He looks at his handiwork and touches the jewel on the butt plug, then he whispers something, and magic sparkles between my cheeks. It feels so—fucking—amazing. I dig my fingers into his arm and moan.

  He kneels and presses his mouth against my pussy, his lips circling my clit. He flicks it with his tongue, and I gasp. He smiles
against me, sucking on the hard nub, making me see stars. His wicked tongue runs all along my cunt, trailing from the jewel on the butt plug up to my clit and back again.

  “Mine,” he says. “Do you understand.”

  I nod, carried away by it all. “Yours, Master.”

  His tongue pushes inside me, and he’s lapping away my juices like it’s ambrosia. He gets me quivering again, and just when I think he’s going to finish the job, he pulls back. I groan.

  “Ravyn,” he says, his voice thick with lust.

  It’s the first time he’s said my true name. I love the way it sounds, the way his teeth snag his bottom lip on the second syllable. He stands and looks down his nose at me, his cock hard again and his pupils blown with desire. Like Broin, he barely needs to stop for a breather.

  After whispering a quick cleaning incantation, he buries himself in my pussy. The combination of his cock and the butt plug is filling me more than I’ve ever been before, and my entire world narrows down to just the holes between my legs. He fucks and fills them until I’m howling, cumming and writhing, begging him for more. I will never get tired of this.

  I will never stop craving this pain and pleasure.

  When he shoots his load again and fills my cunt with his seed, he falls on top of me, panting. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him tight. This isn’t how we normally are, but he doesn’t object. Instead, he kisses me on the lips again, then he stares deeply into my eyes as if he’s searching for something. I feel something change between us. Just what that is, I can’t say.

  I can barely even think straight now that I’ve been thoroughly fucked.

  Lockwood pulls out, which is the most disappointing thing ever, whispers another cleaning spell, and then rearranges his clothing. He pulls me up onto my feet and holds me there while I get my bearings. I’m pretty sure I’d collapse if he wasn’t steadying me.

  “Wear something sexy tonight,” he orders.

  “Other than the butt plug?”

  He smirks at that. “Other than the butt plug. Something everybody can see.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He smacks me on the ass. “Go.”

  I hurry back to my room to get ready.

  Mrs. Thornhart marches us into the Great Hall for our detention.

  The room is surprisingly vacant since most of the preparation has been done already. Dark wooden benches stretch across the floor, twice the amount than usual, and each with a thin veil of gold cloth draped over the surface. Stacked on the high table is a mountain of dinnerware, and I roll my eyes, knowing exactly what Mrs. Thornhart has planned for us.

  “You will all take a pile of napkins and fold them into fans,” Mrs. Thornhart orders, gesturing to the high table. “Once you are done with that, you will polish the silverware and centrepieces, light the candles, dust the floor, and arrange everything in a timely, uniform manner. Is that understood?”

  “Yes, Mrs. Thornhart,” we answer bitterly.

  Aurora gasps at the amount of work. “You want us to do what?”

  Mrs. Thornhart’s beady little eyes bulge in their sockets. “Work, Princess Aurora. Manual labor. I imagine this may be difficult for you to hear—”

  “I’ll say,” Aurora chokes out, staring at Thornhart in disbelief. “I shall not stoop to the level of a servant. I’m a princess.”

  “I’m very well aware you’re a princess,” Thornhart counters indifferently, “but need I remind you that you broke the school rules and therefore brought this punishment upon yourself?”

  Aurora averts her eyes to the floor. “You need not.”

  “Then I expect this task will be completed by the hour. As for wands…” She holds out a bony, liver-spotted hand and snaps her fingers. “Hand them over.”

  Now it’s my turn to glare at the old bat. “Why can’t we use magic?”

  Thornhart nearly chokes on her own spit. “This is detention, Mr. Kingsley, not a vacation. Hand. Them. Over.”

  Once she seizes our wands, she harrumphs her way out of the hall. I’m surprised she never turned into a gargoyle and flew through those damn doors. Old witch. I’m tempted to sit down and do nothing just to spite her. But flaunting power here won’t get me out of detention. Aurora’s failed negotiation with Lockwood proved that. She was the mastermind behind the prank yet she couldn’t even talk her way out it. Pathetic. Then again, I’m stuck here with her since I never fully informed Lockwood about their plan in the first place. I guess I just wanted to watch Redera suffer a little.

  “Well, this mess isn’t going to sort itself,” Erik says, approaching the high table.

  Punzi stomps after him. “You know, I’m glad we have you here to state the obvious, Erik, or we’d all be really confused right now.”

  “Rich coming from you,” he huffs back. “You’ve never worked a day in your life. The quicker we do as Thornhart says, the sooner we can get out of here.”

  Erik’s always been like that, following orders instead of giving them. It’s why Aira is having a little financial difficulty at the moment. Erik’s too much of a coward to step up to the plate, and his dear old dad, King Gareth, is taking his frustrations out in The Black Swan. Only one thing comes out of spending every weekend in that establishment: bankruptcy, with a possible side of bastard heirs.

  While Erik and Punzi continue to bicker, I get to work. Not because I want to spend my night hand folding napkins into fucking fans. It’s before I say something about the Darkblood I’ll later regret; something along the lines of her managing to make each and every one of us look quite the jester, despite any and all attempts to outwit her. As much as I loathe to admit, Darkbloods aren’t easily outwitted.

  When the clock strikes the hour, the doors to the Great Hall open. Expecting to see Thornhart marching in, I wipe the sweat from my brow and turn to face her. Oh, great. It’s the headmaster of this asylum.

  “I see you’ve all been working hard.” He looks around, pausing at the girls still polishing cutlery. “Good. I hope this punishment has a difficult lesson learned.”

  I set down the last of the wine glasses, my knuckles blanched against the crystal. “Come to check up on us?”

  His head snaps in my direction. “Mind your manners, Kingsley.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry.” I bow, stretching my arms wide. “Headmaster.”

  To my disappointment, he chooses not to retaliate and gestures around the hall. “Finish up here. You’re done for the day.”

  Punzi drops the knife she’s holding onto the floor. “What about…what about the feast, Headmaster, and the ball?”

  “Yes,” Aurora agrees. “We did all this. It’s only fair we get to enjoy it.”

  Lockwood stalks back toward the doors, saying, “Fairness does not favor those who are unfair to others. The feast is off limits. As for the ball, well—” Glancing over his shoulder, he smiles that perfectly feigned smile of his, the kind he gave to the headmaster of Nevermore. The kind that says fuck you. “—When you all feel ready to sincerely apologize to Miss Hemlock, you may grace us with your royal presence.”

  Refusing to let Aurora’s jealousy spoil our evening, I follow him out hoping to reason with him.

  “We did our punishment,” I argue, just barely managing to hold my temper in check. “You can’t do that to us.”

  “Can’t I?” He continues marching down the hallway, not even throwing a glance back at me. “You see, the good thing about being headmaster of this academy is that actually, I can. Now go to your bed, Gideon. You must be tired from all the detentions you’ve been doing lately.”

  My ears burn at the words. He knows about me and the Darkblood. The fucking pervert probably saw us in the woods.

  “Did watching me fuck Redera’s Darkblood pussy get you hard, Uncle?”

  That hits a nerve. He pauses, his tone unusually low. “Don’t be disgusting.”

  I shrug, despite the fact that he can’t see me. “Just staying the truth.”

  In the blink of an eye, he spins
around and grabs me by the throat, shoving me into the wall. “Don’t push me, boy! I told you to prevent that hex from happening yet look at what you did!”

  “That’s because I’m not your fucking slave,” I snarl back. “I’m your future king and you had better start showing me some respect.”

  The back of his hand sears across my face, and white-hot fury bubbles through me. He’s quick to release me but the damage has already been done. My uncle has never laid a hand on me. Not once. He’s always been the one to look out for me—the one who’s been more of a father than Bane ever has. Still, I raise my fist to strike back, because I’m not gonna stand here like a fucking pussy and do nothing. But then I realize what’s got my uncle so worked up. He’s jealous. How unusual from him and yet amusing.

  “You’re just pissed off because I was the one fucking her, aren’t you?”

  His hesitation is as good an answer as any. “Enough.”

  “No, I’m right.” I can’t help but laugh at the utter ridiculousness. “You’re jealous. Why? She’s a Darkblood.”

  He takes a moment to answer me, first patting down his suit and fixing his hair. At last, he meets my gaze, and he answers simply, “So are we.”

  I glare at him, hating that’s he’s right—that I’m heir to the dark throne. It’s a fate I’ve tried avoiding since the moment I found out I’d be king of Draoich one day.

  A fate that’s more like a punishment to me.

  My mother was travelling through Fantasia when she gave birth to me. It’s the only reason she was able to pass me off as a distant cousin to Queen Laurette and also send me to this school. Not to gain an education, of course, but to get close to Christopher so I might spy on his kingdom. He trusted me from the get go and never ratted me out when I told him about my mother’s plan. I shouldn’t have let him kiss me that day. I certainly shouldn’t have kissed him back. I’m the Darkblood Prince and he’s a Pureblood. We’re as different to each other as fire is to water.

  But Redera, she’s like me.

  That’s why I hate her so much.

  “Go to your room,” Uncle orders, turning away. “You can attend the ball once you’ve made your heartfelt apology.”