Grim Reaper Academy- Complete Collection

by Cara Wylde

  His blue eyes went just a tad wider. “My, my, my… goddess! You kiss your mamma with that mouth?” But he proceeded to undo his belt, and quite fast, I might add. “You want to see my big, fat cock?”

  “I want to see you cum.”

  “Cum where? On his carpet?”

  I thought for a second. Okay, so maybe this wasn’t my best plan. Sue me!

  “Not on my carpet!”

  “You shut up.” An idea popped into my horny mind just at the right time. I pushed Paz on his back. Seeing how he kept interrupting himself, the best way to make sure it didn’t happen again was to sit on his face. Which I did. Then I beckoned to GC to step closer. His cock was already out and hard. I took off my uniform blazer and shirt, then my bra. “On my tits.” Oh, we were going to be so late for PE!

  “Your wish is my command, goddess.”

  He stepped over Paz’s head, which was basically covered by my skirt, and grabbed his cock with his right hand. He let me have a taste of it, then pulled away and started jerking off fast, knowing we were all in a hurry. But especially me. Paz was sucking on just the right spot, and even though he couldn’t stuff my pussy with his fingers from that position, his skilled tongue was enough to send me over the edge. I moaned loudly as I came, not taking my eyes off GC’s gorgeous cock for a second. With a grunt, he splashed his cum all over my breasts, and I cupped them with my hands as he came in waves, to make sure none of it ended up on my skirt. Or on Pazuzu’s face, since he’d emerged for air.

  “Eww… dude! Your balls are hanging over my face! Seriously?”

  GC laughed out loud. “No, they’re not. Do you want them to?” He cleaned his cock on my nipples, then did a bit of the helicopter. He stopped when a few drops of cum splashed around and landed God knew where. “Do you want a taste of my hairy balls?”

  “Mate, come on. Do you need me to buy you a razor?” He pushed me off him, afraid that GC might actually mean what he said, and he could expect him to drop to the floor and smush his balls on his face at any moment.

  “Guys! Guys, guys, guys! We’re fucking late!” I pulled my panties and my tights up in a rush, ran into the bathroom to take my first whore bath, and once my shirt and uniform blazer were back in place, I grabbed my scythe and was out the door before Paz had even gotten off the floor and GC had zipped up his pants. “Nevermind!” I yelled from down the corridor. “It’s better if we don’t all show up late at the same time!”

  As if the whole school didn’t already know we shagged like… at least twice a day. And not always in our rooms.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  I didn’t have time to think about Mabon. Seeing how Professor Maat had assigned the Fourth Sphere of Heaven to me, and there were three pretty damn good students doing their presentations before me, I had to make sure mine was equally informative and concise. My turn would come at the end of the class, when everyone was going to be tired and bored. Not the most enthusiastic audience, and that could cost me some worth points. Depending on Mrs. Maat’s mood.

  I spent the next two evenings in the library, bent over books, while Paz and GC were doing everything in their power to distract me. They were like children who couldn’t breathe if I didn’t pay attention to them for five minutes. Needy as fuck! On my good days, I found it flattering. On my bad days, or when I was stupid busy with homework, I found it beyond annoying. It didn’t help that they were still in constant competition. The pissing contest Klaus had told me about last year had escalated since I’d started sleeping with them. Now, they were mostly busy trying to decide who could sustain an erection for longer, who gave better head, who could make me orgasm more than once, and so on. Sometimes, I stared at them for minutes on end, wondering just how old they were. A demon and a false god. I knew GC was immortal. Pazuzu wasn’t, but he was pretty close, too. They certainly didn’t behave like they were much, much older and more experienced than me.

  The Fourth Sphere was connected to the energy of the Sun (as a planet, like in astrology), and the souls of the wise, who had helped illuminate the Earth intellectually. It was where these great minds dwelled after leaving their mortal bodies, and it was also the home of the powers, which were the warrior angels that supervised the movements of the heavenly bodies and fought evil in their spare time. As I read about the Fourth Sphere, I couldn’t help but steal a glance at the Second Sphere, which was the home of the archangels. Sariel’s parents lived there. He’d lived there before the Academy. His Sphere was ruled by Mercury, and the souls who dwelled there were those of famous, ambitious people who’d taken the world by storm and bent it to their will. Souls of kings and queens found refuge here, of emperors and empresses. Quite fitting, if I stopped to think about it. Archangels were known to be proud and ambitious, and Sariel was a perfect example. If not him, then his parents, for sure. From what I knew, he also had a sister, and his parents were more than happy to favor her if he didn’t make it as a Grim Reaper. As a Violent Reaper, that was. Anything less was unacceptable.

  In the end, I read about all the Nine Spheres of Heaven. When I held my presentation on Friday, Mrs. Maat received it well, especially since I was the only one who’d also ventured to make a quick comparison between the Fourth Sphere and the other eight. That earned me 30 worth points easily and put me in a good mood. Such a good mood that I went as far as to choose a cute dress for Mabon on Saturday night and forget all about the fact that the girls hadn’t actually invited me. Who cared? As long as GC and Paz were happy, I was happy, and Sheba, Sammy, and the rest could suck it. I’d worked hard to score my two boyfriends! Okay, sarcasm. All I did was get in trouble more than it should have been humanly possible. And acceptable.

  As I walked down the path to the forest, hand in hand with both GC and Paz, I smiled at how cute Klaus and Joel looked together. They were walking ahead of us, not holding hands though, because appearances, but each time they exchanged a quick glance, the chemistry they had was so obvious that my heart grew. I was so happy Klaus had finally found someone, even though they needed to hide from prying eyes, and even though he couldn’t tell his parents.

  “You look sexy,” Paz whispered in my ear, squeezing my hand lightly to get my attention.

  I smiled up at him. “So do you, mister.”

  “What about me?” GC pouted.

  I laughed. “Love your outfit, make sure it stays on. No shifting into a golden calf tonight, okay?”

  “But why? I need to run free from time to time, you want to keep me locked in a cage.”

  “Is that how you see your body? Like a cage?”

  He frowned. “You have no idea.”

  I shrugged. “Fine, but if you want to shift, do it away from everyone. I don’t want them to see you naked.”

  “They saw me naked countless times.”

  “Well, I don’t care. You’re with me now, and I make the rules. No more wiggling your cock in front of the other girls.”

  He snickered. “Never worry about that, goddess. You’re the only one I wiggle my cock for.”

  “Good.”

  Paz sighed heavily. How come GC’s childish behavior annoyed him, but when he was being childish, he never noticed?!

  Campfires were peppered all over the glade, and students were gathered around them, roasting marshmallows and sipping from plastic glasses that I knew contained more than light beer and soda. GC had his special flask on him, in the inside pocket of his jacket, and Pazuzu had brought a bottle of something, too. Although he hadn’t bothered to hide it that well. Unlike last time, there was no professor in sight. Klaus waved at us from up ahead.

  “There are a few MDC campfires. You guys wanna join us?”

  I looked at the side of the glade the VDC had claimed. Sariel and Francis were there, and to be frank, I had no desire to let them ruin the party for me. I looked at Paz, then at GC. They shrugged, which meant I could accept Klaus’s offer if I wanted to.

  “You guys don’t mind sitting with the Merciful Death
Cabal?”

  “Nope, they’re fine,” GC said.

  “Honestly, I’m tired of the VDC drama,” Paz said. “And I don’t feel like dealing with Sariel tonight.”

  “We’ll join you,” I told Klaus.

  Two MDC girls scooted closer to each other to let me, GC, and Paz squeeze in. Klaus and Joel sat down across from us, on the other side of the campfire. The girls stared curiously at GC and Pazuzu for a minute or two, then shot me an envious glance and went back to their marshmallows. Since the cockroach incident on the first day of year one at their table, the MDC students had preferred to stay away from me, just in case the wrath of the elite might get directed at them if they helped me. I couldn’t blame them. Now, because I was dating two members of said elite, I was practically part of it. But I knew only the MDC believed that. To the rest of the school, I was still the filthy human who’d stolen two of their hottest guys, and that certainly didn’t make me more popular or liked. I knew for sure that the VDC and the RDC believed this was just a fluke, and it would all go back to normal once GC and Paz got bored with me. But they won’t. Will they? Sometimes I wondered… Would it last? What if they did get bored of me at some point? After all, it had been their MO so far, with all the other girls. In Pazuzu’s case, even with the fiancé imposed by his father – Satan himself.

  Two guys from the Righteous Death Cabal brought two huge loudspeakers, and once they set them up, Sheba connected her phone, and music blasted through the entire forest, scaring the night birds and their prey.

  “Up up up,” she yelled, going from one group to another. “Time to dance!” She grabbed Samantha, her angel friend, by the hand, pulled her up, and they both started swaying in the rhythm of the music. It was a sensuous song, and they rubbed against each other, beckoning for the Violent Death Cabal to join them. Who was going to refuse a sexy blond demoness and a dark-skinned angel? No one, obviously.

  I caught GC looking at them, punched him in the shoulder, and stood up.

  “Wanna dance with them, or with me?”

  “What?! I wasn’t looking, I swear!”

  “He was looking,” Paz said sternly.

  I stepped away from the fire and started dancing on my own, touching my sides invitingly, running my hands through my hair, and pulling my skirt up my long legs just a tiny bit, enough to ignite their imagination. I had their whole attention now. Well, this is easier than I thought. I wasn’t the greatest dancer. Compared to all the other girls, angels, and succubi, and mages, I was pretty average, actually. I knew I didn’t look as confident as them, but I was willing to give this a shot. I hadn’t danced in ages! Not like this.

  An upbeat song started, something with drums and a bunch of other tribal instruments I couldn’t identify even if someone showed me pictures of them, and I changed my dancing style to match the rhythm. Pazuzu grabbed my hand and spun me around, then pulled me against his chest. We swayed to the beat that was becoming faster and wilder by the second. GC stepped behind me, his hands on my waist. I leaned into him, and we danced like that, the three of us, me leaning into one or the other, flowing with the rhythm as it spoke to my body. I closed my eyes and reached a hand back to touch GC’s face, ruffle his hair, and urge him to kiss my neck. With the other hand, I grabbed onto Paz’s tight T-shirt. The song flowed into the next one, and the beat sounded just as tribal, but more sensuous.

  I let go of all my stress and worries. No thinking about school, no stressing over the field trip to Heaven, no wondering whether the two men who were currently all over me would later feel the need to play the field again. It was just me and them, reduced to sweating bodies rubbing against each other. Paz’s hand was under my skirt, and I could feel GC pressing his clothed erection against my ass. My dress was soaked in sweat, and my panties were just as wet, but for entirely different reasons.

  “Fuck,” I moaned when Paz managed to cup my pussy for a fleeting moment. It wasn’t as if we could shag then and there, in front of everyone, but they both seemed content with teasing me. “Mmm…” GC brushed my left breast and pinched my already hard nipple hastily. Just as I wanted to ask him for more, his hands went back around my waist. “You guys are driving me crazy.”

  “You want my cock inside you, goddess?” GC leaned in to suck on my earlobe, knowing that would make me gush like a goddamn waterfall.

  “Mmm… yes, please.”

  I’d been on the pill for almost a month now, so I wondered… What if tonight would be the night when I let them both cum inside me? No fucking condom standing in the way of my wet dreams of being stuffed full and then filled with their seed. We’d been careful so far, even with me taking my pills religiously, but I felt frisky tonight. I was pretty sure I was safe, though. The OBGYN I’d seen in Salem right after I’d lost my virginity had said I should be fine in a month. I liked her. A cute, curvy lady in her forties who’d told me to go ahead and have all the sex I wanted now, because life was short and nasty, so what better way to deal with it if not by getting some good cock at least a couple of times a month? I fully intended to get plenty of cock at least once a night, but I hadn’t told her that. No reason to make her think I was some crazy nympho. Which, thinking about it now… I guess I was.

  “Come on, let’s get out of here,” Paz pulled me through the crowd.

  I giggled and followed him, not before making sure I had a tight hold on GC’s jacket. We bumped into a couple of students dancing wildly, but I was the only one throwing apologies left and right. As usual, my two hot boyfriends thought it was their right to stomp over people. I’d have to teach them some manners one of these days…

  “Watch it!”

  “Sorry, I’m sorry…” The words died on my lips when I saw who I’d unintentionally hit in the side. Pandora. She narrowed her eyes at me, threw a murderous glance at Paz, – which he ignored – then gave me the finger. She wrapped her arms around her VDC date and kissed him passionately, putting on quite a show. Good for her, I thought. She was moving on. Except the guy was pretty much a copy of Pazuzu. Black hair, olive skin, tall stature, and broad shoulders. Not a demon, but a mage. I couldn’t blame her for her preferences… I happened to have a thing for exotic types, too.

  We left the glade behind and dashed through the trees. I congratulated myself for having gone for the long boots instead of the ankle boots that went with my uniform. I’d bought them with the money mom had given me before I’d left for the Academy, and I was pretty proud of them. They were sexy as hell! Flat heels and soft black eco leather that reached above my knees. I couldn’t afford real leather, but that didn’t bother me. They were just fine. I’d also invested in a pair of eco leather wristbands that came with a fashionable thumb strap, which I was also wearing, thinking they gave my outfit a bit of a classy goth look. Only my dress was flowy and purple. That, I’d gotten at a secondhand store.

  “Here,” Paz breathed as he grabbed me by the shoulders and slammed me against a tree rather harshly. “Sorry. Are you hurt?” He kissed me hard, licking my lips as he pulled away. “I just can’t wait.” He lifted my skirt and started pulling at my panties.

  GC let out a heavy, annoyed sigh, grabbed his arm, and pulled him off me so hard that Paz stumbled and had to grab onto the nearest tree to regain his balance.

  “Dude, what the fuck?!”

  “What the fuck, indeed!” GC growled. “My turn.”

  Oh, I’d forgotten about that. Since that first night, they’d decided that if one of them fucked me once, next time, it would be the other’s turn. And so on. Well, GC was right. It was his turn. And my pussy throbbed in anticipation. He was thicker than Paz, and let’s face it, a girl needed some extra girth from time to time.

  “I want both of you tonight,” I said. I looked over at Paz. “You’re next.” Then turned back to GC as I rolled my panties down my legs and stuffed them in the pocket of his jacket, which he proceeded to remove, anyway. “I want it hard and fast.” I hooked a leg around his waist, leaning with my b
ack against the tree.

  “Goddess, you’re going to hurt yourself.” He chuckled and placed his jacket around my shoulders.

  “Not anymore,” I smiled up at him. I beckoned to Paz to come closer. “You, kiss my neck as he fucks me.” It wasn’t going to be an easy task, what with the strained position, but I was sure he could pull it off. And he knew what I liked, too. Tiny bites and licks along my neck and jaw, his tongue in my ear, licking the shell and biting the lobe. Oh, that would make me come so hard.

  GC undid his belt and his zipper, then rolled his pants, along with his briefs, down to his knees. His gorgeous cock bounced out of its confines proudly, beads of pre-cum already glistening at the tip. He hiked my skirt up and positioned himself between my legs. I was so wet that I could feel my own juices dripping onto my inner thighs. There was no need for foreplay. That had been the wild dancing we just did in the middle of a crowd of students who, for sure, knew we’d run into the woods to fuck.

  At the last moment, he pulled away and struggled to get to the back pocket of his jeans.

  “No,” I said. “There’s no need for that.”

  “You sure?”

  “I hate those fucking things. We’re good.” I winked.

  He grinned and pushed himself inside me. I threw my head back and laughed in delight.

  Pazuzu grabbed my jaw and squeezed, his lips diving to taste the sensitive skin on my neck. He knew how much I loved it when he was rough with me. His other hand tangled in my hair. I grabbed him by the back of the neck and held him there, close, as GC pounded me with abandon. I looked at him over Paz’s head, a wicked smile playing on my lips.

  “Fuck me,” I whispered. “Mmm… just like that.”

  He lifted my other leg and urged me to wrap both around his waist.

  “Tell me how much you love my cock,” he demanded.

  “I love your cock so much…” He thrust harder and deeper, hitting that spot inside me that, if abused just right, could make me see stars. “I need your big cock inside my cunt.” I knew that would make him cum in seconds, and that was what I wanted. I’d dreamed of his seed coating my walls for long enough, and it was time to turn those dreams into reality.