Capítulo 50: Stella The Author

It took all his willpower for Kir to refuse Kordia and Rain when they came onto him together.

Fortunately, they were just teasing. Kordia wasn't on her heat, according to her she wouldn't be until around the next double-full moon.

That night, however...

* * *

Kir dreamed of a massive heat in his loins. Something akin to what he imagined being in heat felt like for Kordia. His upper legs felt tight, slick and needy.

He dreamed of unfurling his wings, revealing his naked body to Rain from across the room, unable to resist his urges when the only boy who was his equal in school reached down and touched him in his most secret place.

"I want you," Rain said, his voice husky. He kissed Kir with passion, nibbling his neck. Biting his ear, pressing the bell of his cock against Kir's abs, rubbing along his rippling abs.

Rain took off his halo and gently guided it past Kir's horns until it was at his neck, where a single flexing of his massive magic caused the halo to constrict around the demonkin's throat. The angel would be in charge of Kir's breathing from now on.

"I need you," Kir replied, his hand traveling down to press his palm against Rain's impressive sack, fondling him in a way that sent the angel boy moaning and leaking. He stroked the angel's beautiful cock, lust growing in his demonic eyes as they flared brighter, filled with a lust equal to any incubus starved of affection for months.

His tail wrapped around Rain's leg and pulled him closer, and Rain reached down, pulling Kir's hands away as he locked the demonkin's arms in his grip, forcing the arms down into the pillows. His adamantine cock teased the folds of Kir's lust.

A lust he was about to share with the angel above him as he offered himself to be entered. To be dominated and filled. To be impr-

* * *

Kir started awake, drenched in sweat and more than a little tense. "What the fucking hell..." he muttered. He looked over to where Rain slept peacefully on his side with one arm vertical against the headboard, his mouth open and his halo on the bedpost where it usually stayed.

He looked down to find himself drenched. With a shudder he resisted the urge to compound what he'd felt in the dream, deciding to visit the shower instead, seeking the embrace of the cold, clear waters that quenched his body in a cloud of steam as his natural body heat misted it away.

The night was still young, and since Kir wasn't about to give in to his urges, he donned his uniform and grabbed a bag of coffee beans before heading to the cafeteria, losing himself in modifying the method he'd tried earlier in the week.

This early in the morning, the only other person in the cafeteria was a white-haired student in a first-year uniform. She was reading a book, fidgeting on occasion as the tea set in front of her steamed weakly into the air, getting cold.

As he finished his coffee, which tasted moderately better than last time, he noticed a familiar tug on his senses as the caffeine hit his system. The tug inspired him to look up from the cup, and he saw Stella in her human form peeking around the exit on the other side of the cafeteria, near to the reading girl.

The look in Stella's eyes was more lascivious than usual. Like a starving fox. Just like the girl between Kir and her, she was wearing a first-year uniform.

With an angry look, Kir pushed a little mana along their link to draw her attention.

He didn't know what Stella felt, but she responded with a sudden jump and a squeak loud enough for the girl reading the book to notice her. Then the girl turned her head and saw Kir glaring at Stella and it was her turn to squeak, covering her suddenly blushing face with the book, which gave Kir a full view of the title.

The Demon Beneath The Angel, the cover read. The book was the same as any of the blank books sold by the school but the title looked like it had been expertly seared into the soft leather. There was no author name that Kir could see.

As soon as Stella passed the girl on her way to Kir, the unknown student took the chance to down her tea in one gulp and leave, carrying the book on her tray back towards the elevators.

"Hey boss," Stella said as soon as she sat down.

"What were you doing?" Kir asked.

"Just admiring my handiwork, eheheh..."

"I told you to stay out of trouble," Kir reiterated, pouring himself another cup of coffee out of the teapot he'd improvised with. It tasted a bit weak, so maybe he needed more heat or more pressure to get the most out of the beans, he realized.

"I'm not getting into trouble! I'm providing a much-desired narrative and the girls were doing it already. I just decided to show them how to do it right," she grinned unabashedly, clearly sensing that Kir knew she was the author of the book he'd just discovered.

"Oh I'm getting it. It was in my dream a while ago," Kir growled.

"Wow, we must be more compatible than I thought. So that's why you're awake..." Stella crossed her arms. "It's all fiction anyways. Come on, a girl's gotta eat. Besides, thanks to me these girls are discovering new fetishes they never knew they liked! Your unique body is a freaking lust mine. They love the idea of a man that can feel what they do."

Kir's eyes widened "You outed me in a book?!" he hissed. "How do you even know about that?!"

"I was in your body, remember?" She snarked. "What you've got is way more interesting than some bird boy's cloaca. And come on, all those girls think it's fiction. It only took me a day to write the first book. If I cared about money, I could make gold on those three hundred pages."

"Three hundred-" Kir had to stop himself. So that was why he hadn't seen Stella around.

"To be fair, most of it's buildup. A thorough account of the dueling on your first day. Some secrets and discoveries. I do a lot of filler making you out to be a bad boy. Quality stuff. The narrative prose those girls use is so wishy-washy, so I cut straight to the lust zone right after the big reveal comes-"

"I don't want to hear a review. I want you to-" Kir pressed his eyebrows into his hand. "Why did you write it about me?"

"Mana resonance. Duh. If more girls are thinking about you, then a lot more of that sweet, lusty mana goes to me through our bond. I mean, I'd get a ton more if they were dreaming of me, but I gotta stay incognito..."

Kir groaned. Now that the girl had retreated, there was no way he could get the book- No, given how fast rumors spread in the school, even if he did acquire the book, if someone found out he'd only fan the flames. And if Stella wasn't the only one writing that kind of thing, it was pointless.

He felt like he was caught in a vice, because even though he wanted to reduce the amount of drama surrounded him, the books were keeping Stella fed and he needed her knowledge. Especially so he could get ahead of whatever antics she might come up with. In fact, the more he considered it, the more he thought that letting her continue to write would be the least dramatic play, since the contents of the novels would be something the girls would want to keep secret anyway...

"Fine!" His mind snapped into a decision. "I don't care. I don't care!" he raised his hands and let them fall to his hips. "You can keep writing the books, but you have to tell me everything there is to know about how succubus magic and feeding works."

A strange look came over the succubus in human form, and Kir realized through their bond that it was gratitude - and a smattering of lust, but that was normal for Stella.

"Thank you boss! I won't let you down!" she put both her hands on the table and leaned in conspiratorially. "Now brace yourself, because I know everything there is to know about being a succubus!"

Over the next few hours, Kir learned a lot about succubi that he didn't know. Like the fact that he'd experienced Stella's writing more directly because she knew exactly what chapter the girl was on before he woke up.

Refining his knowledge of how mana could pick up on and empower emotions - or be absorbed more readily through certain emotions - made him wonder even more at the mysterious energy. Especially since he'd also learned from his mom that being devoid of emotion gave one more precise control.

But one thing stood out to him as Stella continued to go on about succubi. Occasionally she would slip, talking about succubi as if they were something different than her. It was a small thing, and he picked up on it only when she started going on about the best succubi in hell.

But it was a mystery he had to set aside when the normal breakfast hour started and the other students started arriving.

"Stella-"

"Yeah, yeah. Bat time." She transformed and then fluttered away.