by Tiegan Clyne
“For something I didn’t even do?”
He just keeps walking down the hallway.
Once he’s disappeared around the corner, I storm back into the Great Hall. The others must have gone to their rooms, leaving only servants handling last minute dinner preparations. I march up the stairs and into the common room, scanning the floor for Christopher. Everyone seems to be here apart from him, including the Darkblood in question. She’s sitting by the fire with her fellow freaks, her sexy legs visible through the long slit of her silver silk dress. Her eyes stray over Sirena’s head and lock with mine.
I give her a generous glare before stomping up the stairs into the boys’ dormitory. I find Chris inside our room, trying to knot his gold tie in the mirror. I’m not particularly surprised to see he’s chosen a light blue suit. It’s his favorite color.
He catches my reflection and turns around. “Can you help with this? I’m running a little late.”
“You’re about to run even more late.”
I grab his tie and pull him to me, covering his lips with my own. Chris melts in my arms, like he always does, and I shove him down onto his bed. His head thuds against the books he no doubt abandoned there. I grab his hands and pin them above his head, grinning against his mouth when I feel his cock hardening.
Sliding my knee between his thighs, I press down as hard as I can. He moans into my mouth, his lips soft like a girl’s. It takes so fucking much not to imagine they belong to Redera. There’s only one thing that will take my mind off that.
Christopher’s cock.
I let go of his mouth and sink my teeth into his neck. Marking him is my way of kissing. I work my way down his body, leaving a trail of bite marks through the fabric of his clothes. Chris moans and threads his fingers through my hair. When I tug his pants down and wrap my mouth around his cock, he thrusts into my throat.
“Oh, fuck, Gid! Why… are you doing this?”
“Just shut up so I can make you feel good.”
“F-feel good? Oh, my God…”
The best way to shut Christopher up? Deep throat him.
I dig my fingers into his thigh, using my other hand on his chest to pin him down. It’s not the control I love. It’s the sound of Chris whimpering, the way he tries to control himself and not shoot his load too soon. But the thing about Chris is that he can never last long when I go down on him.
Flicking my tongue over his slit, I look up at him through my lashes, and he’s looking down at me, his eyes hooded and filled with lust. His hands tremble in my hair and I can feel he’s getting close.
“It’s okay,” I whisper, licking the side of his cock. “You can let go, princess.”
I barely take him into my mouth again when he cums, squirting down my throat. His hand twitches in my hair and he’s breathless, his chest rising and falling unevenly.
“Ahhh, Gid… that… that was amazing. Thank you.”
Wiping the bit of cum from my mouth and licking it, I lift an eyebrow at him. “Don’t thank me just yet. Now you need a fresh pair of trousers.”
“Jiminy Cricket!”
He shoves me away, fumbling around the room for clean clothes. I sit on his bed, press my back to the wall and watch him while slowly rubbing my own dick through my pants.
His clothes are usually scattered around our room. I know for a fact he keeps his suit inside my wardrobe, just like he keeps his other precious outfits there.
“Try the wardrobe,” I suggest, grinning at how much of a dork he is.
Chris decides to listen to me, for once, and opens the wardrobe. After he’s dressed, I push off the bed and help him with his tie. He’s hopeless without me.
“Now remember to behave,” I say, dusting his shoulder. “And if you see the Darkblood, tell her I’m asking for her…asking for her to put us all out our misery and fuck off already.”
“Don’t be so crass,” Chris admonishes me. “She’s not as bad as you think.”
He leaves the room, closing the door softly behind him. I wonder if he would think the same about me if he knew what I really am? I’m not just a Darkblood. I’m half wolf and part of Rosso Lupa.
The pack that tortured and murdered his father.
It takes great skill to walk around in public sporting a butt plug. It takes even greater skill to not wince every time you sit down. It’s for that reason alone I’m relieved Professor Lockwood chose a small plug. This damn dress is restricting my breathing enough already! It’s totally worth it, though, because I know I look sexy.
If Gideon’s reaction to the slit running from my thigh all the way to my ankle is anything to go by, I’m sure Lockwood will be delighted that I obeyed his command. Plus this is a special silver dress. It’s one of the few garments I actually own. Grandma used to say the silk was so fine that it shimmered like the moon against a dark lake.
My mother wore it for her wedding dinner.
Now I’m wearing it to the grand Feast of Light at Everafter Academy.
Broin recognized the dress immediately. He couldn’t keep his hands off me when we stole a moment alone in our room. He’d been surprised but amused when he discovered I was also wearing a butt plug. My ass is still throbbing from the intensity of his belt marks. He’d wanted to give me a ‘have fun but be good’ farewell spank, which merely added to my discomfort in the best of ways. And, if I have mastered anything in my eighteen years, it’s how to appear perfectly normal under such wicked circumstances.
The best part of all this? There are hundreds of people around me who are none the wiser. Only Lockwood and I know what we’ve done tonight and the evidence is gathered right here, inside me.
The girls are like children when we enter the Great Hall. I’m impressed by the decoration myself and extremely thankful I wasn’t the one stuck doing it. I heard through the grapevine that it was Gideon and his little cretins, and they’ve all been locked in their rooms for the night.
Good. Serves them right.
I can still taste the blood lingering in the back of my throat. I just hope it wasn’t Quasi’s familiar or there will be heaven to pay.
“This place looks so enchanting!”Alice spins around, twirling her gothic dress. The black and white checkers are enough to make you dizzy. “Look at the bunny-shaped lights. Oh my gosh, they’re floating! And their tails are little fuzzy balls of fire!”
I smile at her, loving how Alice never fails to appreciate the small things in life. And while the little bunny sconces are cute, they’re nothing compared to the rest of the hall. Light floods every corner of the room, bouncing off the crystal silverware, the chandeliers, and the endless rows of wine glasses running along the benches. The ceiling has been opened up to reveal the sky, allowing sunlight to stream through every nook and cranny.
There’s nowhere in this room the light hasn’t touched. Everafter must be preparing for a black-out. Or they’re wanting to remind Nevermore that good will always drown out evil—light will always penetrate the dark. Nothing like a good slap in the face to welcome your guests, right?
Still, the enchantments are pretty to look at. As for the food…
“The hall?” Sirena exclaims, dropping mine and Alice’s arms. “Look at the food! What are we waiting for? Let’s go, let’s go. To the benches!”
Since the first day I arrived at this school, the food has been awful.
Point. Blank. Awful.
I’ve been living off conjured pizza and oatmeal from the second I got here. But this feast, well, I’ll hand it to them—it’s pretty fucking spectacular. There are cakes and puddings piled as high as can be, steaks the size of my head and cooked poultry larger than any bird I’ve ever seen. I can’t see the benches from all the food covering their surface. It’s a child’s dream and a diabetic’s worst nightmare. So why isn’t anyone eating?
“I’ve never seen anything so beautiful,” I sniffle, wiping away fake tears from my eyes.
“Then let’s go!” Sirena shouts again, dragging us to the nearest bench
.
We settle down—slowly, on my part—and I reach for one of the cupcakes, my mouth watering.
“Welcome, students.”
It’s Professor Lockwood, and the second he speaks, the hall falls silent.
“I’ll bet you’ve all worked up quite the appetite. Well, fear not, you’ll be enjoying all this food very shortly. I would just like to make a toast to our esteemed Nevermorian guests, on behalf of everyone at Everafter Academy.”
Following everyone else’s cue, I turn to the high table where the professors are all sitting. It’s split between staff from both academies, with Queen Laurette noticeably absent. Cassim, unfortunately, is sitting next to the Snow Queen. I’ve never liked that woman, if you can even call her that. I’m still convinced she’s the White Witch in disguise and just puts on that pretty head every morning.
Lockwood is standing next to her, addressing the students. He looks so hot in his three-piece suit; black, of course, apart from his shiny navy waistcoat. With his dark hair and eyes, and everything about him as black as Lucifer’s soul, he certainly gives my Dark Lord a run for his money. Damn do I want to lick him.
Professor Huckleberry is perched on his left, still rocking her Wicked Witch of the West look. She looks bad-ass sitting up there, undaunted by our visitors while her leafy hair flows calmly around her. Professor Pholos doesn’t seem too pleased about that, as he peels another leaf off his tongue and throws it over his shoulder.
Further down, Eden stares absently into her goblet. A leather-clad man sits beside her, his hook gleaming in the light.
Captain Levi Hook. The sexiest man in all of Draoich.
Yup. I’d still bang him six ways from Sunday.
There are more faculty members at the high table; some I recognize and some I don’t. But my eyes stray back to Lockwood as if on instinct. I just manage to catch the last of his spiel.
“…and it is with great pleasure that I invite you to enjoy this feast tonight, and remember that without the other next to you, our stories would remain unwritten and our tales untold. So thank you all the heroes and villains, here and out there beyond, who fight for their happily ever after.”
With a courteous bow thrown Cassim’s way, Lockwood sits back in his chair and takes a drink of his wine. The students waste no further time and neither do I. Laughter and enjoyment spreads through the hall. Bottles of champagne are popped open, toasts are made, food is shared, and everyone is making themselves merry. Together. The Everafters with the Nevermorians.
It’s amazing what alcohol and an impressive buffet can achieve.
And while it’s difficult to believe we’ll one day be fighting each other to win our happily ever afters, I decide not to focus on that anymore. This is the first time I’ve been able to enjoy myself without anyone trying to ruin it. No jealous princesses hexing me at every opportunity. No spoiled princes trying to get under my skin or fuck with my head. Despite everything I’ve been through, all the sins I committed here already, I think I deserve this moment of peace.
I’ve fucking earned it.
Maybe it’s the wine speaking or the white magic in my veins, but I’m feeling a little emotional. I wish Broin was here to enjoy this feast of unity, too, because Satan knows he deserves it.
—I love you, Daddy,—I say through our bond, my heart swelling with an unexpected burst of gratitude.
For him. For our bond. For everything he does for me.
I would be lost without him. Scratch that. I’d be dead without him.
Broin, however, remains uncharacteristically quiet.
The main course has been served and the servers are preparing to bring out dessert when Lockwood comes over to where I’m sitting. He has virtually no expression on his face but his eyes are cold and calculating.
I know that look.
“Miss Hemlock, could I speak to you for a moment, please?”
My girls look at me in alarm, and I stand up, suddenly feeling the butt plug again. “Of course, Professor.”
He leads me away from the table and out of the Great Hall. There’s almost nobody in the hallway, since everybody is either eating or serving the meal. He takes me to the tower with the administration offices, and I’m totally confused.
Lockwood looks over his shoulder at me. “Do you know where we’re going?”
“No, sir.”
He smirks. “Good.”
Lockwood takes a silk tie out of his pocket and ties it tightly over my eyes. He kisses me deeply, and he tastes like champagne. I feel his hands on my shoulders, my breasts, then he slides them down to my wrists. He starts walking backward, pulling me after him. I follow, completely disoriented but trusting him.
“Patentibus,” he whispers, and I hear stone grind against stone. Cold air sweeps over me and I can smell the woods. Somehow, we’re outside, and we got there through a route where there aren’t any doors that I know of. Clearly, that’s not a problem for Lockwood, who seems to have made his own.
He puts my hands against cold granite and moves to stand behind me. His body presses against mine, his breath tickles my ear, and he cups my breasts, tweaking my nipple between his fingers.
“I told you to wear something sexy.” Another twist of my nipples, and I gasp. “Good girl. Now I’m going to bend you over and take out that plug. Are you ready for that?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He puts his hands on my hips and pulls me back. “Do not let go of that wall until I tell you to.”
I wiggle my bum at him, and he slaps it. Hard. I gasp at the sharp pain and feel my entire body ignite with desire. I step back and keep my hands on the wall until I’m doubled over, barely able to keep my fingertips on the rough stone.
Lockwood slowly draws my dress up to my waist. The silken cloth dragging over my spanked bottom is a contrast of sensations that leaves me trembling.
“I see someone has already had a word with you,” he says, sounding both amused and annoyed. “At least that tells me that you’re naughty for everyone and not just for me.”
His hands caress my ass cheeks, and between the slap he’s just given them and the spanking from Broin earlier, I know there are marks for him to admire. I sway my hips for him.
“Being naughty is part of my nature, Sir.”
“Hmm, I know.” I hear his clothing rustle. “How fortunate for me.”
His fingers play over the jeweled end of the butt plug, then skim lightly over my lower lips. The moisture that he finds there brings a brief hum from him. He rubs me with the inner edge of his hand, keeping his thumb against the jewel while he massages my pussy. I’m breathing faster, tingling from his touch. The angle that he has my torso at is making the blood run to my head and it’s almost like being tipsy. Or maybe I’m tipsy already.
Lockwood presses his lips against the small of my back, and gently pulls out the plug. He whispers, “Evanescet.” Magic responds, then one of his hands is on my hips. “You’re gaping so beautifully,” he compliments, his other thumb circling my tender hole. He pushes inside and swirls around, then pulls away again, drawing out what’s left of his cum from earlier. He replaces his thumb with his cock and fills me up again, just like he said he would.
I moan as he fucks me. Even though we should be at the banquet, he’s taking his sweet time. His thrusts are slow and long, luxurious and almost gentle. I’m getting frustrated, because that’s not the way it’s supposed to go. He chuckles at my response.
“What’s the matter, Miss Hemlock? Not getting fucked the way you like it? Who ever said this was about you?”
I groan and lower my head, wishing I could beat it against the wall.
He’s in me all the way but it’s not enough. “Fuck me like you mean it,” I grind out.
“Or what, witch?”
I don’t have an answer and he knows it. Even though he’s taking too long and going too slow, it’s still better than not being fucked by him at all. He laughs at my non-answer and wraps his arms around my waist. This time, he start
s fucking me in earnest, his motions sharp and hard, his heavy balls slapping against my pussy while he fills up my ass. It’s almost like being fucked and having my cunt lightly flogged at the same time. I shiver.
He straightens up, his hands on my hips, and starts to rail me. I’m trembling with pleasure and I can sense my climax rising.
“Have you ever squirted?” he asks, his breathing fast.
“Y-yes,” I answer.
“Someday you will squirt for me,” he promises. “But not tonight.”
The dick in my ass hardens, telling me he’s close. I slam back against him and he keeps fucking me as hard as he can. I’m getting dizzy and my toes are curling in my high-heeled shoes, my pussy dripping. He grunts and cums, his hips jerking against me and his hands gripping me hard. I can feel his thumbs leaving bruises, and the subtle pain pushes me over the edge. I shudder and cum, trembling and clenching around his cock.
I’m still gasping when he pulls out. He whispers another magical command.
“Linteum humido.”
A wet cloth swipes over me, cleaning my ass and pussy. How considerate.
“Can’t have you ruining this beautiful dress of yours,” he explains, running his fingers down my back. “And we can’t have any Nevermorian smelling your juices.”
I find my voice. “Or yours.”
He chuckles. “Indeed. Evanescet.” He gives my ass a light smack. “Stand up, Miss Hemlock, and turn around.”
I do as he says, and he straightens out my dress for me, smoothing it down over my body with his hands. I enjoy the heat of his hands through the whisper-thin cloth.
“Time to go back.”
“Yes, Sir. If we must.”
I can hear a smile in his voice. “Oh, we must.”
Taking my wrist, he leads me back inside.
The feast draws to a close on the stroke of midnight. I’m not really sure who’s stayed until now. My tolerance for alcohol is low, and after many bottles of champagne with the girls, I’m absolutely and blissfully too drunk to care.