章 19: Headmistress Shetty
[🎶 I Gotta Feeling – The Black Eyed Peas.]
"MY LORD GRACE! Welcome to the Corynthian Isle and its Academy!" Dr. Nicara Shetty greeted. Rafel admired the woman when she went down in a waist dip showing respect. In her heels, it took ballerinalike grace to pull it off.
Many women in the world lacked common sense for the chain of command. Rafel got that mortal men could be fucking pussies—and thus some weren't worthy of such regard. But in his world; Hel, earth, and beyond, no woman was his equal. Even his Rank S Fallen deity of an Aunt, knew his commanding Alpha energy, and respected him for it. She knew when to back off. Seeing this primal feminine quality in the Headmistress endeared her to him.
He did like the Good Doctor.
"This must be your Ward, Your Grace. She's beautiful. Nice green eyes." Dr. Shetty remarked, stepping forward to take Ravenna's hand in a mild shake. She adjusted her ivory glasses over her straight nose before turning back to Rafel. Smiling at his rugged tall shadow, she continued,
"Will His Grace be joining us at the Academy?"
Once again, Rafel's mortal visage betrayed his true immortality. No doubt the doctor was seeing him as a young man no more than twenty, new into his grand inheritance of Emberfall.
Rafel shook his head as he replied. "No, Doctor. I'm afraid not. Other matters of priority await me at the estate."
"Well, I mustn't keep you then. Shall we step into my office to finish up the signature? As I'm sure you already know, Your Grace, these magical matters must be appended with a pinprick drop of blood. All Mage contracts require a seal of life." Nicara explained.
"Yes Doctor, we shall. Lead the way please!" Rafel returned, and then turning with a final glance, he spoke directly to Cora. "Get her settled in her dorm. And meet me in the Headmistress's office when you're done. Godspeed, Miss de Vries."
With that said, he turned and walked after the clicking of Dr. Shetty's obsidian heels.
As they turned a round corner into yet another labyrinth of spacious silent hallway, Rafel decided to use his new system upgrade on her. The one that let him view the other available Systems and Rankings of nearby [Supernaturals].
Nicara Shetty was one hell of a Knockout. Rafel stared shamelessly at the shapely outline of her ass in her skirt suit from behind her. He was sure she knew of it. But it wasn't his fault. It was right there, in his face. Even a nicer man would engage his eyes. And he was not—nice.
Frankly, Rafel had never seen auburn hair so straight before. His was unruly, but Dr. Shetty's red hair was full and glossy, dropping straight down in a prim ponytail whose end tickled the small of her back.
Nicara Shetty had the attractiveness of the native tribes rumored to be the first colonizers of the isles. The ones whose hair could grow a mile long and had skin tempered by the elements. A rich supple bronze. Even now, Rafel could see the ancient heritage of her forest tribe displayed in the Doctor's warm chocolatey skin and generous curves. She had health and vigor radiating over every inch of her brown-tan skin.
And instantly, Rafel knew she'd be a fiery lover.
A screamer.
Blood surged low and full, stretching his pants.
[Ding!]
His system glinted a holographic image in his face with the feedback. A command he had sent telepathically. When in company of people, Rafel had learnt to issue instructions to his System without moving his lips.
[Request For Rankings On Personality within Purview, on display now!]
[Name: Nicara Shetty.
Species: Female.
Magical Faction: Wild Shape.
Subclass: WereTiger.
Rank: A-rank.
Mana Level: Currently Hallowed.
Abilities: Shapeshifting into Tiger form. Stealth. Feline Healing factor. Night vision. Predator Instinct. Very fertile hybrid, capable of conceiving quintuplets. Deadly maternal proclivity. Expert contortionist. Two centuries old.
Current Feline System: Headmistress of Mage Academy.]
[This feature is granted by access as Hell Anointer]
[Request delivered! Message Over!]
[Ding!]
[You have used Blessed Ability for One All-seeing Eye, therefore have been granted Three Rare Silver Shields, available in Pocket Dimension.]
[No further Updates at this time!]
Huh? Rafel raised his eyebrows as the glinting screen faded away. He focused solely on the part about the Doctor's abilities. She was a WereTiger, who knew? He had an inkling though. All the Wild Shapes were ruthless lovers. Werewolves didn't do vanilla. They fucked like animals, their beast halves taking over during sex.
It helped that they healed wicked fast, so claw and fang marks left by frenzied lovemaking were near invisible post-coitus.
Rafel had never fucked a Wild Shape before.
"Lucky me!" He couldn't help saying aloud. He kept his voice to a whisper though. Wild Shapes had acute perception.
It would seriously tamper with the dark thoughts going on in his head right now if Dr. Shetty found out about his plan. His plan to seduce the Headmistress of the Corynthian Academy for Witches. He had to tread lightly though. She could be ferocious if it didn't go as planned. But if it did...holy hell! Rafel would have a gorgeous cat lady purring on his dick.
Nicara's Office had a gray door, and matching gray walls on the inside when they walked in. It suited the woman's tastes. Lavishly decorated with otherworldly finesse. And a large assuming mural of a Woodscape in full moon light filling the wall behind her ornate desk, so that when she sat, the moon's shine hovered right above her head.
She showed Rafel the seat opposite her, and he settled in.
"I'll be quick, Your Grace, so you can return back to your ship." Nicara said as she swept around the polished top of her desk to his side, bending over to place the documents needing his blood stamp before him. "The sea can be terrible towards evening."
Rafel only smiled as she pricked his thumb with the needlepoint of her special pen. He put the spot of blood, which showed, over the line marking the Guardian annex of the page.
Rafel had no intention whatsoever of returning to his ship anytime soon.
"There! All done, Your Grace." Nicara lifted his thumb away from the page.
She pulled out a tissue to clean off his fingers but Rafel stopped her.
"No," he toned low. "Lick it off."
Dr. Shetty's eyes narrowed behind her glasses at the young man sitting before her. The very ravishing Earl whom she'd had to hide her fangs from, for they had shot out into her mouth at the most attractive sight of him earlier. She was Alpha of her tiger pack. No man gave her commands. But this man?
Something about him just made her want to obey.
And Nicara found herself lowering her head to his hand and taking his thumb through the red seam of her lipsticked lips.
Rafel grinned at her submission. The seduction had begun.
章 20: The 'Good' Doctor [18+]
"LIKE THIS, YOUR GRACE? You want me to suck your finger like this? Mhmm." Dr. Nicara Shetty rolled her tongue over the tip of Rafel's thumb, licking off the bead of blood. In the next second, the skin was completely healed. She didn't release the finger though.
Rafel was the one who gently pulled it out her mouth. It popped shiny with her saliva, and her plump lips pursed a sexy, sexy smile.
Looking on Nicara who leaned by her ass on the edge of her desk, her hands behind her, palms flat on the burnished tabletop, her legs crossed at the ankles over her expensive heels, Rafel mused that he might just be the one who was being seduced.
The bespectacled woman exhibited such allure in her carefree poise against the backdrop of her grand office.
She was one fine nerdy cat.
The female Doctor bit on her bottom lip when Rafel dragged his chair closer to the table, scooting to her.
"You must have a lot of lovers, Doctor?" He admitted.
Nicara tossed back her red ponytail with a hearty laugh. "And why do you say that, Your Grace? You're not wrong though. I'm the only female Alpha of the six tiger packs existing this side of the Empire. I do not lack for propositions if that's what you mean."
"I just hope I'm not stepping on any toes, or should I say—tails. . .by doing this." Rafel put his hand on her knees, slowly sliding up her lush thighs, taking the satin of her tight skirt with him.
"Would that stop you though?" Nicara smirked.
"Nope," Rafel droned back. "It wouldn't."
[🎶 Wobble Up – Chris Brown ft. Nicki Minaj, G-Eazy.]
The Doctor's red lips stretched out to a full grin and she let Rafel's hands engage the creamy insides of her thighs. He brazenly pinched on her skin and she moaned softly.
"I have had many lovers over the years, Young Master, but never a demon."
This made Rafel pause to look up at her.
Nicara waved a hand, smiling. "I tasted your blood. Feline Instinct? And besides, you're a six foot four eighteen year old, looking the way you do. Go figure."
Rafel grinned at her, starting his hands up her lap again. His path shifted toward the heat of her shut thighs. Laying back her head, Nicara spread her long legs for him. The tip of her ponytail brushed the top of her desk as she smiled down at him, encouraging him with her soft brown eyes.
Rafel put his hand to the apex of her thick thighs, feeling into the warm flesh. His palm met with panties liquefied.
"Fucking hell, woman," he gasped.
The urge to rip away her underwear and taste her shook him on his seat. The Doctor was wet as fuck. And she kept smiling. That pretty mouth of hers making him crazy.
Nicara had leaned over and was rubbing at the massive parabola tenting his trousers too. The petted each other heavily for some seconds, breathlessly groaning into each other's faces, lips teasing but not quite kissing.
"Can I see?" Dr. Nicara enquired, her irises hot behind her glasses, directly on the outline on Rafel's erection.
He moved to pull out his cock. But she stopped him with her hand. "Please, let me!"
Nicara's hands weren't shaky, naive, or shy as she pulled down his zipper. Rafel lifted up slightly on the seat so she could drag down his black trousers. She pulled off his briefs with it, drawing it straight down to his ankles.
"Fuck me!" Nicara hissed through her lips. "This is some huge demon dick. Such a fat cock!"
She took Rafel in her hand, putting her gorgeous face to hover over his engorged penis. And then she drew saliva into her mouth, letting it drop from a height of a few inches, erotically, to the broad head of his cock.
"Ohh." Rafel rocked in the seat as the spittle dribbled down the sides of him.
Nicara began pumping his shaft with both her hands, fisting his girth as he lifted slightly on his chair. His own hand was lost between her thighs, and she clenched her legs firmly on his palm so that he couldn't withdraw it even if he tried. Her heat and musk coated his palm, up to his wrist.
Rafel pushed deeper under her skirt, dipping his palm into her panties. Her scent rose into the fragrance of her office, suddenly mixing sex with lavender.
Her pussy was warm against him and Rafel cupped her roughly.
Nicara squirmed on the edge of her office desk, her own hands nearly falling from her handjob. "My Lord?" She choked.
"Enough foreplay!" Rafel thundered in a voice hardened by passion.
Nicara did not let go for a moment his cock as she stood to her full height. She pulled off her ivory glasses, and executed a completely fluid bend at the waist. Spreading her heeled legs, she dipped down, still standing, to take him into her mouth.
She tried to suck on his prominent nosh.
Rafel grabbed at her throat in a dominant reflex, halting her descending lips.
"No time for that, Doctor. My Chamberlain would be in here any second now. Turn around and grab the edge of your desk. Grab it like your fucking life depends on it!" He instructed in harsh sexuality.
Feeling the complete animalistic energy rolling off Rafel, Nicara shivered as she turned around. She was a bit too slow for his liking, and Rafel shoved her into the table, face first into the smooth dark pinewood surface. Nicara grasped the edges, and Rafel slammed her down again until her midriff was flat, and all of her matronly hips spread for his wicked eyes.
She was already shaking her rump for him, twerking. A bitch in heat.
Rafel slapped her ass with an unforgiving palm, so hard Nicara jerked against her desk.
He grabbed at the ends of her navy skirt, ripping it from the split upwards. The sight of her ample choco flesh spilling out robustly into the mild lighting of her office made Rafel spank her ass a few more times. He groaned out his delight as she rubbed against his palm.
"Such a fat ass on you, Doctor. Tell me, how do you have such a delightful rump. You must get dicked down a lot, huh? Tell me, you fucking whore?! Well, it's my turn now. I'm gonna have this fucking pussy any way I want. This wet dripping cunt.
Show it to me. Show me that fucking pussy!"
Nicara's suit skirt was in ripples at her waist and Rafel shoved aside her soaked lacy underwear to expose a perfectly narrowed slit. She had soft reddish curls running up and out of sight. Her delicious female scent hit Rafel the more, and he deftly spanked her ass in punishment for it until she saw God.
Nicara was clinging to the desk's edge to keep on her feet.
Her panties kept getting in the way and Rafel ripped it completely off. He leaned across to shove it in her panting mouth. It subdued her whimpering.
"Spread your ass. Spread your fucking ass!" Rafel commanded.
When Nicara's hands shakily pulled apart both handfuls of her lush fat ass, Rafel leaned close and drowned his face into the clapping cheeks. He inhaled so deep Nicara shivered, unable to resist riding his face. Rafel pulled back after a while. He spat in her pussy, lifting a hand to grasp her ass. With two of his long fingers, he thrust into her hole.
He added a third, and Nicara's pussy creamed his hand. He began a slow pump, making such sinful sounds that the entire office gave off the heady smell of sex.
"Not such a good doctor now, are ya?" Rafel pumped faster into her pussy, spitting and thrusting with his fingers.
The beautiful brainy ones were always the freakiest. Rafel loved it.
His cock was like a spear jutting from his groin. And gently, he pulled out his fingers, making Nicara spit out her panties and bite down on her fingers to subdue her moans. He ran his fingers up her sexy mature flesh to push it through her lips.
"Here! Smell that pussy. Smell your fucking sex. Smell it!"
Nicara sucked on his fingers crazily, hissing out her need in a purr. Her fangs were out, deadly canines pointing downward. Her claws raked at the desk's paint, peeling off timber and ink. She was half changed. Rafel should be scared. But he wasn't. He was turned on the more.
"I want your cock, Young Master. Lay it thick inside of me. Fuck this wet pussy! Take me as you will. Take me hard. Tear me open. I won't break, I promise. I want to feel you—"
"Quiet, tigress!" Rafel softly slapped her cheek.
He pulled out his fingers from her mouth. And placing each hand at both sides of her wide hips, he gently angled her over his cock. Like she was about to sit on him.
"Sit on it!" He instructed. "Slow. Go slow."
Nicara closed her legs to keep the sensation strong. And then she gingerly lowered herself down on Rafel's raging strength, inch by hard inch, until she was fully impaled on him. He filled all of her. All her nerve endings were shot, and she felt intensely every twitch or jerk of his cock within her.
"Oh fuck."
"Holy shit."
Rafel and Nicara rasped at the same time, in a breathy exhale.
Grabbing her hips, he pushed her up slightly so he could stare at his dick slide out of her pretty slit. The sight was so erotic as she lifted up just to the hilt of his cock before he slammed her back down, throbbing deep into her core and producing a spurt of liquid that further lubricated their contact.
"Now ride it." Rafel whispered into her back pressed against his chest.
As Nicara began moving slowly up and down on his cock, Rafel noticed she was still in her heels and her silk white blouse. Her lovely breasts spilled out the double D cups of her bra, and she clutched to her bounteous flesh as she gyrated and rolled her hips on him.
Rafel grinned. He slapped her ass. "Ride it like you fuckin' mean it!"
"I–I mean it, Young Master." Nicara stuttered. "But I'll cum too quickly if I go any faster. I want to enjoy your fat cock. Who knows when next I'll get to fuck a demon?"
Rafel grinned some more. The Doctor was cute. If he were anything like his Uncle Asmodeus, he would be making her into his concubine short of ejaculating into her mouth.
Nicara was near jumping on his dick. Her ass made slapping sounds against his muscular thighs, as she lifted up high, easing him out of her, only to plunge back down, sinking him so deep in her Rafel felt her insides squeeze him.
Rafel reclined against his chair to allow her milk her pleasure.
But when she leaned back on him, giving him a taste of her sweaty tan skin, digging her claws down into his thighs, rolling her ass on his crotch, and purring his name so sweet in her tiger roar, Rafel lunged to his feet, taking her up with him.
"Young Master Rafel. Raf—"
Before she had time to finish her sentence, Rafel slammed her down on the desk's top like before, thrusting into her in his own vigorous rhythm. Unlike the good doctor, the demon Earl didn't much care for coming too soon. He was going to fuck this cute [Cat Lady] to oblivion.
Rafel clutched to her hips. He threw up one of her legs to the pinewood surface, changing the angle to match his pounding. Her ass was shaking and her tongue hung out as she let her moaning roam free in the office. Rafel did hear some growling too.
He listened to the scratching of her heels as her legs wobbled on the expensive chrome floors.
"I'm cumming, Young Master. I'm cum... I'm cumming!" Nicara screamed out, a shiver starting at the tips of her sharp ears to run down her spine, shaking her whole body.
Rafel was shocked when she abruptly turned around with him still inside her. "Cum inside me, Young Master. I want to feel your seed bathe my pussy. Fill me up, Your Grace. Fill me up." She held Rafel to her.
It was her eyes that eventually did him in.
Rafel sent his head into her spilling breasts, groaning into her cleavage as he shot load after load of hot sperm into her. She came again with him. Her extended claws ripped at his back, and Rafel heard the sound of his skin ripping, followed quickly by a splatter of blood that doused the wall of her office in a diagonal pattern.
His blood.
The slice of pain shot the both of them into the stars. Rafel spasmed continuously into her embrace, her soft body romancing his. Nicara held him in, her fangs raking his corded neck muscles, her legs linked behind his calves, red heels scraping each other as she guided them both into a universe that blotted out the shape of her office.
"Fuck me." Rafel groaned. He suckled her swollen pink nipple as he came down from his climax.
Both of them were still half dressed. He, with his pants down around his ankles. Her, with her skirt up her waist.
The gods of the Underworld did him a mercy as Cora didn't appear until he was putting up his clothes to an assumption of modesty. It was then his faithful Chamberlain barged into the office.
"Your Grace, Ravenna is fully settled in her dorm and—Oh?"
Cora paused when she sighted the Ginger fresh Headmistress pulling her panties up her thighs like it was nothing.
Cora's blue eyes roamed over the destroyed desk in the office, the general confusion of the grand area, and the splash of blood on the left wall. She sniffed at the air. It was His Grace's blood.
Just what kind of fuckery had this kinky nerd engaged her Master?
Dr. Nicara Shetty was slowly observing Cora too as she licked at her fangs, satisfied.
"I will keep an eye on your Ward, Your Grace. And perhaps, if it sits well with you, you could visit from time to time," she said.
"Thank you, Doctor," Rafel replied with a grin. "And I'll keep that in mind."
He took Nicara's hand in a final shake. Underneath all this new formality, his cock was still wet with her. That was what he loved about fucking. It bridged dialogue faster than words.
Cora reached to Rafel with narrowed blue eyes. "We should be on our way, Your Grace. It's afternoon. If we leave immediately, we can get to Eldorian land by nightfall."
"Yes. Yes, Corazón." Rafel turned. "Where's the ship?"
"At the mooring, my Lord," she replied.
Rafel was walking out the gray door of Dr. Nicara Shetty's Office when his system pinged with a new notification.
[Ding!]
[You have received one Epic Beast Controller Charm!]
[Gift from Feline Headmistress of the Corynthian Academy for Witches.]
[Charm is usable on all creatures within a five mile radius, arboreal, aquatic, and terrestrial life forms.]
Rafel smiled all the way, as he and Cora rode on the backs of silver Pegasi, to the ship that floated in the grim dark waters surrounding the isle.
He was getting famous with the women. And leveling up too.
What could go wrong?
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