章節 13: Chapter 13- Work Hard & Getting Caught Hard R-18*
POV- Dominic
While washing the remains of the peppy ex-Dana from Hope was without a doubt pretence for some sexually charged groping, but that didn't mean I wasn't going to take my time rubbing my soap-coated hands up her gorgeous, pale legs and everywhere else I decided needed a wash.
R-18 Ahead*
The shower was probably longer than necessary, but washing each other was very quickly turned into a steamy make-out session, with her chest pressed flat against the glass and her head tilted up at me over her shoulder. Listening to her breaths turn dry and rapid, I couldn't leave her hanging, so I let my hands slide over her hips and around to her box, running down the neat outside of her lower lips, feeling her moan into my mouth and through my teeth. As two fingers of my hand slipped inside her warm opening, my thumb working over her erect clit, my left hand reached up to seize her sensitive tits, mauling the soft flesh beneath my fingers.
"A-are you g-going, fuck, to put it in?" Hope panted out between breaths. I originally hadn't been planning on full shower sex, but who am I to turn down an invitation? Removing my fingers from her snatch, I trace my pole over her lips and between her legs, coating the shaft and tip in her juices. Now lined up and lubricated, I still pushed relatively gently. 'Regardless of her readiness, she was a virgin only a few days ago, and I really don't want to turn this temptress against sex.' Sliding slowly, but with force, Hope held her breath until I bottomed out inside her, my hips pressed against her bubble butt. "Holy Fuck, that feels incredible. You're filling me up so completely," she said with a dry, smoky voice. Drawing back equally slow, I begin to speed up my pace, the slow saw now a forceful thrust that with each slam of hips to cheeks, made her butt wiggle and boobs bounce in the air. The sex wasn't wild, but heated, and after only a few minutes, Hope's short gasps began a drawn-out series of expletives as her walls tightened around me, almost trapping me inside with their strength. I had no reason to slow down, however, and as she rode out the orgasm, I continued my pace, holding up the weak-kneed Hope by her tits.
"You ready for a second?"
"Only if you promise a third," she quipped with a bright smile, stepping out of the shower and casting a quick drying spell on herself. As I turned off the water, she did the same for me, and the speed with which she dragged me to the bed was definitely beyond human. The sex remained passionate and the two of us explored each other's preferred positions, finding our Hope also had a thing for riding on top, which gave me possibly the most beautiful view in history. With her massive, soft breasts bouncing as she straddles on top of me, her eyes boring into my own when they weren't closed facing the ceiling, which I noticed is now mirrored like a bordello roof. 'A last-minute addition of Hope's, I assume.' She definitely liked being able to watch. Neither of us stopped until the bell for dinner rang again through the school, prompting us to speed up and wash before we headed out for much-needed food.
R-18 End*
The Arachne was a topic of hot discussion during the dinner, since MG and Penelope are excellent gossips, as was the new ability I seemed to possess. The others seemed a little scared of the idea, but the witches were fascinated, and we had several witches come over to the table and ask for a demonstration or to ask questions. The witches were always the most inquisitive, and besides Josie and some of the younger students, none of the student body was especially shy, being more than willing to ask questions about the past two monsters and myself.
Sleep was no longer rest for the mind, as I practised manipulating my own dreams. I could change the setting, or who was with me, but it was when I thought of the monsters I'd recently fought, the Gargoyle and Arachne, that the real prize of the dreamscape became apparent. 'I can essentially summon illusory monsters to fight against,' I realised, thinking of Jed, the werewolf. I could make him move and fight, but the actions seemed forced, clunky even. 'I haven't seen him fight, since I snuck up on him and stabbed him in the neck.' The illusions became more lifelike the more I'd seen them perform that action, so any desire to make Alaric wear a ridiculous costume and dance seemed more disjointed than funny. Starting with the Gargoyle, who I realised would have similar physique and aerial combat style to me if he wasn't so damn slow, I remove the petrification toxin from my sparring partner and fight barehanded. Not for an ego thing, but because I don't walk around with a sword like he does.
I could simulate the pain of being struck but imagined myself in an area where no demon could be injured. This allowed me to train almost without breaks until my stamina ran out of course, and I switched to Hellfire control.
Shifting the room to a gymnasium filled with people, I practised hitting only the desired people, which became exponentially harder the more targets I tried to affect. After several dozen illusory people were accidentally barbequed, I woke up to my alarm, making a mental note that I would definitely need to work on my control more if I wanted to wield it as a potential weapon. On the plus side, the dreamscape was perfect practice for manipulating others' dreams and unconscious states, should I ever be forced to do so.
The morning was like any other, though Alaric headed off campus shortly after breakfast, the twins and Hope with no idea why. Liz had been a little weird since the night after the Gargoyle, more reserved when talking to me, without any reasoning. She wore shades of embarrassment I hadn't known she could achieve, but nothing had happened that should make her embarrassed…unless she rubbed one out to me or something.
"Babe, I need to ask a favour," I say to Hope on the way to class. "I was going to ask Dr Saltzman but he left. You have some combat training, correct? I remember you mentioning it."
Inferring, she replied, "You want me to teach you how to fight?"
"Well…yeah. I was going to ask Dr Saltzman, but he isn't here, and if I waited until tomorrow to ask him, I would put off asking him.
"A chance to kick my boyfriend's ass for being a man-whore…absolutely. Meet me at the pier after classes." Tracing my cheek with her hand she smiled wickedly, "Don't worry gorgeous, I'll be gentle." There was something intoxicating about the way she looked teasing me and I was tempted to bunk off classes with her and take her to my room, but she turned and stepped into the classroom as if sensing my thoughts. 'Or seeing the tight bulge across my front,' I note, stripping myself of lust with some slow breathing and minor manipulation of my own emotions
Classes went by slowly, despite how fun the study of monsters may have seemed. With no classes especially suited to whatever powers I have, I had a free class where the vamps studied their history and laws and compulsion, the wolves learned pack tactics and regulations and witches learnt magic. This time was spent practising my flight, trying to improve my speed and agility despite my rather ill-fitted body structure that really wasn't designed for flight. I ended up smacking into the occasional tree at speed or stumbling in the air, but I knew I would improve over time. My flight and aerial combat against the gargoyle both in reality and the dreamscape proved most of my abilities would be instinctive, but I wanted control over the powers themselves. Just as only a fool would learn spells without trying to understand how magic reacted to behave that way, I wanted to know the theory behind my powers, so that I could improve them over time.
POV- Dorian
Standing in the front room of a small, dilapidated house, merely 8-9 feet from an imprisoned Dryad, Ric and I were once again, discussing what to do about a new type of monster.
"Look 'Ric, she's the best source of information we have about what is going on with the knife and the monsters, and she gave her price. I say we go find him."
Ric groaned; his tired eyes closed as he rubbed his face in his hands. "Fine, we can ask Bonnie to find a vampire called Oliver. Oh, and before I forget, the Arachne that was killed yesterday, was burned to death."
"But there wasn't a scorch mark on it." I'd seen the monster. Cracked carapace and a small piercing wound, but no flames.
"Well, every one of the students there saw him cook the spider in black flame. He said he didn't know how it killed it, but he was hiding something."
Scoffing as I roll my eyes, 'He really has no idea how to handle teenagers,' I observed not for the first time, as I rebut. "Of course, he was. You don't trust him and he knows it. He was a foster kid, just like Landon, and from what Rafael told me, not a fan of authority figures. Give him time."
The Dryad, however, had been listening and was paler than before. "Did you say black fire? She quivered.
Ric turned to her, glad for any information on his new students, "What of it?"
"Is he a demon, horned and tailed?"
"Yes, the purple horns and wings would indicate that."
"A sleep demon, oh thank the spirits. I remember meeting one, a LONG time ago. Unlike their barbaric brethren, they were known to be kind, if dangerous lovers."
"What do you mean by that?"
"They are," she paused as if thinking for the right explanation, "like vampires in a way. If they drain someone too much, they will die, though at least their victims die happy rather than screaming in terror. If you want to keep people from dying, make sure he doesn't pick just one partner." Her cheeky smile faltered briefly though, and a haunted expression replaced her mirth. "Beware the black flame humans, for nothing can survive an archdemon's flame. Now go find Oliver."
POV- Hope
Deciding on barehanded combat, which better suited both of us with claws, we changed and met down by the lake. Usually, this spot is used by Dr Saltzman to spar with me whenever it's a nice day, but now that my intoxicating boyfriend is asking to be trained, I guess I'll be using it more often.
"Remember Dom, the floor is wood, so don't break it unless you want to come back here and build a new pier to replace it."
"And miss out on time with you? Not a chance." There was something in the way he spoke and teased that it seemed impossible for me to get truly mad at him for. 'That being said, I'm going to beat him black and blue for macking on with Penelope without asking me first.'
Beginning with basics, such as dodging and keeping an effective guard in front of one's heart and near the head, we practised drills for almost an hour, with Dominic progressing rather quickly for someone with very limited training and combat experience.
"Not bad," I say hiding my surprise, "…for a beginner. But know I could kill you whenever I want." His smile turned vicious and there was no hiding the not-so-concealed weapon in his grey joggers.
"Wanna spar then? Work off some energy before dinner?"
A smile forms on my lips as I pretend to think it over, "Sure, but the loser has to do whatever the winner says. No takebacks." 'There's no fucking way I'm losing this, so I may as well start thinking of a reward, I mean punishment.' I already knew what Dom would be wanting, and to be honest, my thoughts weren't much different from his own. 'There's something addictive about him, and the sex is breathtaking. I've overheard other girls talk about sex and they have NO idea what it means to be fucked. I checked after the second time whether he'd used magic to make it better somehow, to make me more sensitive, but the confusion on his face, as he asked if that was possible, was pretty good evidence otherwise. There's something physiological that's affecting me, like a drug. But he has no idea about it so I can't blame him for it, and with how amazing it feels, I don't think I could, anyway.'
The hands were in claws, but no talons were revealed just in case of injury, and when both of us nodded, we moved. Keeping to human levels was difficult when we both knew what the other was capable of, and the strength of even our blunt fingers would have left bruising if not for our rapid healing. Dipping under a horizontal sweep, my elbow batters into his ribs, followed quickly by my knee as I slip past him. There was a soft groan, but I knew it was more out of annoyance than pain. As I moved to scratch at his back, a low sidekick shot out and caught me in the waist, folding me over it and dropping me on my ass. He waited for me to get up, which was nice, but as he shot out another punch towards my face, I deflected, placing my ass against his thigh as a leverage point and executing a shoulder throw from Judo, driving him into the wooden slats. With my hand on his throat, I let out a smile, "You've got a long way to go before you will be winning our sparring handsome."
POV- Josie
The day had been a bland one, a meeting was arranged to discuss some brought-up student issues, particularly in regards to the wolf and vamp conflicts that still somehow managed to seep through despite sharing the same damn school. My mind was in two places though throughout the day. The majority of my thoughts shifted between the classes and the stupid council meeting, while a smaller, yet seemingly just as vocal and distracting part was thinking over the discussion I'd had with Hope and Dominic. 'I still haven't told Liz yet,' I realised, but wondered if I should perhaps let Dom do the explanation, rather than stepping in.
Part of me was terrified that the relationship would eventually crumble, after all, with more people came more personalities, and divorce rates were insanely high even in monogamous marriages, 'though cheating was a factor in those.' I was scared that I would have everything I could ever possibly want, and somehow have it slip through my fingers, and yet for the same reason, I so desperately wanted to find him and accept immediately. While Liz would have had a fit, then decided immediately, I had to consider the reality of the relationship. I wanted Dom so bad, even just to kiss him again, and the thought of Hope being involved had me shaking and hard of breath, but I was fighting desperately to have a cool head about this.
With only an hour and a bit before the meeting, I decided to find him and discuss the meeting, or perhaps the offer he made again. Following the advice of a giggling younger girl who'd said the two were walking down to the pier after class, I make my way down the forested path. 'I wonder if they're training. Hope normally trains down here, and from what I know, Dom comes down here to swim. Maybe they'll both be swimming?' As thoughts of the two of their bodies dressed in swimwear fill my mind I hear Hope's voice through the tree line.
R-18 Ahead*
"Oh Fuck! Give it to me. Yes." With a red face, I listened to her panting, her voice getting louder as she built up steadily towards what I assumed was another euphoric orgasm. Peeking through the thick green branches, I can see the two naked bodies, Hope pressed against a tree as Dom thrust inside her with enough force that I'm sure no one human could bear it without major consequences. While Hope looked a mess, Dom seemed completely fresh, though his hair had obviously had hands run through it as his curls were chaotic and messy. Watching as the couple continued thrusting and groping one another, a warm, itching sensation I knew only too well, sprouted in my core, and as I watched possibly one of the hottest live displays one could possibly witness, I wasn't able to stop my hands from attempting to scratch that itch. As Hope built up to cum again, I held off my own to cum in time with her, and as she screamed loud enough I was almost positive some of the students could hear it, I picked up the pace of my hands, quickly following her. Looking up briefly as I take a deep breath of air, both Dom and Hope are meeting my gaze. 'Well fuck.'
R-18 End*
"I-uh, came to talk about the meeting, and got told you came down here."
Completely nonchalant, Dom pulls out of the curvy bitch, still completely hard and imposing to look at. "Yeah, we came down for some combat training."
I snorted at his casual response, amused both by his excuse and the current state of dress. 'While I'm not a virgin, thanks to the evil one, Dom is still the first boy I've seen naked and certainly the first boy I've seen AND been interested in. Though if I had to describe sex personified in the male form, he's absolutely how I'd describe it. Tall, muscular, funny, bright blue eyes contrasting with his dark hair, and what sold it was the wicked smile he almost always wore. He's sexy when he's angry too though,' I noted. "So, training gets you hot huh?"
Bringing a hand to his chest in mock hurt, he asked, "Me? It was Hope who jumped me as soon as she beat my ass."
Dom's words made me look over to the still nude figure of Hope, whose sudden embarrassment and aversion to eye contact told me he wasn't lying. "The request I made was oral," Hope rebutted quietly, "not that I'm complaining," she quickly finished.
"Oh. But aren't you worried about pervs?"
Dom made a quiet comment about exhibitionism, but Hope pointed out a privacy ward that wouldn't stop me or Penelope, should we have come looking for them. Looking at the deep rips in the tree bark from Hope's grip and nails, I was curious as to how different they would act with, for example, a witch. 'That's another issue with the relationship, he can be gentle, as I know from personal experience, but even a slight mishap and he could really injure me, and based on the tree, Hope could prove lethal in bed. At least when she's on the receiving end.' Thinking of yet another issue with the relationship I wanted so much to be part of, my gaze dropped and my hands clutched tightly to one another.
I was brought out of my thoughts by Hope, whose hands had taken my cheeks in their grasp, pulling my gaze from the floor and past her nakedness and into her eyes. Her moves were gentle, and her gaze soft, but I couldn't ignore her current nakedness, especially as I could SMELL the sex they'd been having only minutes before. "W-what are y-you doing, Hope?"
"I know we're not…close, but you look like you need a hug," she said pulling me against her soft chest. 'Okay, being with Dom has DEFINITELY made her more open about this,' I observed, 'though her boobs are SO soft.'
Hope began talking while still holding me to her chest, and despite my best efforts, was shocked as she nailed the issue on the head. "I know you like him, Jose. We've already talked about it, remember? The morning before the gargoyle."
Pulling back from my first real crush, I struggle to get the words out with any real conviction. "Of course, I do, but I'm worried about the relationship itself." Dominic scoffs quietly, and I can see him walk around behind me, his warmth soothing against my back. No sooner had I sunk against his chest had sudden darkness covered my vision as two massive wings furled out over both Hope and me, leaving only Dom's back uncovered from view. Feeling both warm and sheltered by the wings, I feel surprisingly comfortable, pressed gently between the two I so desperately want to join. "You can't say it'd be a normal relationship, and even normal ones have issues."
"Well, none of us are exactly normal anyway, Josie," Hope said, still caressing my cheek in the darkness.
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