Magic Academy (A Fantasy New Adult Romance) (30 page)

All the while his own powerful grasp
did the same to her, letting her robe slip down over her shoulders as
he reached in and touched her bare stomach. She heard his deep gasps
for breath, the low grunts and groans of excitement and pleasure.

She should stop. Her brain was addled
and fright balled up in her abdomen, but she couldn’t let go of
him. She wouldn’t move away from him as he slowly peeled her
clothing off of her.

She’d never been naked in front
of anyone since she’d developed, and the baggy robes did little
to reveal her form. Embarrassment crept into her, some modesty making
her want to cover her small chest, the slim curve of her stomach, the
swell of her rear. The robe pooled around her feet and left her so
near to nudity.

Nothing but a sheer top and light pants
hid her from his hungry gaze. It was as near to nude as she’d
been, but she reminded herself of the weeks he’d spent with
her…

She had no idea how much he’d
been able to see. She had tried to fight that curiosity and ignore
the worries all together, but now there was no denying it. Her pale
flesh prickled under his touch, but her own exploratory hands didn’t
still.

They roamed across his hard, ruddy dark
flesh, felt the firm abs, the edge of his own satiny pants. Even
grazed the bulge of his manhood, so hot and pronounced, throbbing so
thickly.

He didn’t relent, didn’t
stop and ask her if it was okay, as Mae’lin would have done
every step of the way. Varuj knew what he wanted, knew what she
wanted intuitively, and just ran with it. Letting his own large,
strong grasp roam over her without hesitance or pretense. He didn’t
skirt or brush against her bust; he cupped her breast, squeezed it
firmly, with such passionate desire.

Varuj kissed and explored her in such a
way that she was left with no doubts as to how he thought her the
most gorgeously stunning woman in all the world. His every touch,
every squeeze, every caress spoke of his unchecked male desire as she
found her hand rested upon the string that held his pants tied
closed.

She couldn’t even think any more.
She didn’t want to.

For months, all she had done was think.
Was study. Was worry and ruminate and learn. Her intuition and her
confidence had been shattered over and over by the Academy’s
rigid rules, and this was her escape.

Him.

A demon.

For a while she felt like she might
burn up, her body contorted as it begged him for more. He gripped her
so firmly, so securely, she didn’t feel afraid or insecure. He
was guiding her, and that made her more comfortable, even as she
tugged that string. Her heart stopped in her chest as her gaze fell
downwards.

Somehow it looked bigger than she even
remembered it. That long, slightly curved shaft, bulging with veins –
bulging with lust for her – so ruddy and dark against her pale
skin. Perhaps it was just the juxtaposition, of seeing it so close to
her, not against his hand, but against her stomach.

It was a moment like no other, and she
had made it happen when she tugged that drawstring. Yet it was all
him that hoisted her up so firm and securely in his grasp, carried
her with such ease to her bed and laid her out as he bent down to one
knee over her, his mouth hungrily devouring her cheek, her ear, her
neck. The hot, moist kisses insatiably unending as she felt one of
his large hands roam up beneath her shirt and touch her teat bare and
unhindered, squeezing her supple young flesh so that her nipple
protruded out between his thumb and index finger.

It hurt, but somehow, it was a good
hurt. Her body arched, and she wasn’t sure if it was into the
pain or away from it, but in the end it didn’t matter.

The feel of his hand on her bare flesh,
testing out her pert breasts…

She never figured it could feel like
this. Never thought that it might be something so amazing. Her mind
hazed over and her eyes fluttered open, looking over his body with
such urgency.

He’d not appeared before her in
such a manner since the day she’d summoned him from his realm.
She’d thought it reassuring to see him in that more human-like
form, yet to have him hovered over her, his body so big and bulky,
the muscles hard and well-defined…

Though he was demon, his physique was
all man. Pure masculinity, from the bulging pecs and biceps, across
the ribbed six-pack of his abs, the thick, throbbing cock, with the
dangling, heavy sac beneath, all nestled over thighs that could’ve
crushed her.

Yet his face… those large horns,
the fangs, the fiery eyes. She heard her bed creak beneath them from
his great heft, but nothing stopped him from touching her, kissing
and groping her. His dick bobbed with his excitement, smearing sticky
pre-cum over her lower stomach, followed by his free hand raking its
sharp claws over her flesh towards her waistband to tug them down.

She was so scared. He was massive.
Huge! She wanted him to go back, to be a simple elven man again. To
be that man that comforted her in her bed and knew her deepest
secrets.

Her body arched as he tugged down the
only thing that protected her untouched sex. It sent a shock of fear
and anxiety through her, but lust addled her mind.

His size was so intimidating, but she
couldn’t stop touching him, whimpering as his hands were all
over her body. Feeling out soft skin, exploring her nubile form, and
she couldn’t stop herself from making soft, kittenish sounds of
need.

She felt his fingers return to her body
after discarding of her panties. Those sharp claws of his tracing
upon her stomach as he lifted his mouth from her neck to gaze
longingly over her towards that waiting quim.

There was no denying that whatever
desire she felt was at least equalled in him. Not with the way his
fiery red gaze locked onto her slit, soaked in the sight of her
laying beneath him, nude but for her flimsy white shirt pulled up
over her breasts to reveal them to his fondling touch and fiery gaze.

Firia saw as his dick swelled again,
that massive organ so intimidating as it disgorged yet more sticky
pre-cum that smeared itself over her inner thigh and outer labia as
he leaned down and suckled a teat into his mouth with a growl.

It was all happening so fast, yet not
fast enough. All of those pent-up and repressed emotions, the fact
that she pushed aside so much in favour of success at the Academy,
bubbled over as her breathing grew heavy and loud in the small room.

“Varuj?” she whimpered, but
she didn’t know what to say.

She just wanted to hear him.

The hulking demon, several times her
own size, taller than anyone else she knew, suckled her nipple before
tugging it up and letting it snap back so elastically. He let loose
such a growl of desire, unmistakable even in her inexperience, and
she felt him reposition, the tip of his slick, bulging cock prodding
her pussy as he licked and kissed up to her ear, that rumbling voice
so dark and ominous, yet every bit the reassurement she craved.

“I need you, Firi,” he said
with a fire of unparalleled passion. “You’re mine for all
time, and I’ll watch over you to the end of all things.”
His voice had transcended to something else. It was possessive, it
was protective, it was… fatherly in a way, so rich with warm
comfort as he nudged to her virginal canal.

“It won’t fit!” She
squirmed, and she knew it had to be true. They were so mismatched in
size, and her body was so small compared to his. She wanted it,
wanted him, so bad. More than she’d ever desired anything else.
It was irrational, but she didn’t care.

She just wanted to feel him become one
with her.

Varuj, that hulking demon in his true
form, moved his face up over hers, placed a hot kiss upon her lips
and gravelly husked, “I’ll make it fit. I need to be
inside you. I need it right now.” She felt the urgency in his
words, his two strong hands sliding down to her thighs, grasping her
legs.

He had little trouble encompassing her
thighs in each hand as he bent back her knees and spread her open
wide. He left enough of a gap between them that as his hungry lips
moved on to devour her neck, that she could look between them, watch
as that oversized dick pressed in against her cunny, causing her lips
to bulge out around it, the labia embracing its dark, throbbing
crown.

The tension in her hymen rose sharply
then, that thin sheath of skin strained just on the cusp of breaking
as he released a leg to roll back his foreskin and angle himself just
perfectly at her too-tight hole.

Her eyes widened as she had second
thoughts about this. About all of this.

The stress on her body wasn’t
pleasant, and she shuddered to think about how much it would hurt.
She writhed beneath him as her thigh muscles were pulled taut, but
her body was so slick. She was so turned on, and that was her only
real saving grace.

Clamping her eyes shut she shook her
head, the pillow ruffling her long, black hair. “Varuj!”

Whether she called his name in fright
or desire, Varuj answered with passion, and thrust into her forcibly.
That unholy girth ripped her innocence asunder and battered its way
into her narrow little canal by sheer force.

The pain shot through her instantly,
yet in equal measure that mighty demon arched back his head and let
loose a loud cry of deepest satisfaction and most sincere of lust.
The feel of her tight, virginal cunny wrapped about his oversized
dick fulfilled a long held desire of his that he’d harboured
from the moment he saw her.

Tears pooled beneath her eyelids, and
she let out a squeal before biting it back. She couldn’t stand
it if anyone heard them, but it hurt so bad.

And so good.

The dull ache was combined with
something she didn’t have words for as her heart raced beneath
her small chest. Her pink nipples were so tight, poking off towards
the ceiling as her legs strained open for the demon.

Yet the pain and struggle hadn’t
yet ended, as that beautifully sculpted demon from the abyss began to
rock his body, pumping that thickness into her deeper. She felt her
poor little unused quim stretched and delved into like she’d
never imagined. Like no elf or man ever could’ve done to her.

Certainly not Mae’lin.

To hear Varuj’s husky breathing
as he rutted into her, that harsh, deep voice cut through. “You’re
mine, my sweet Firi,” his battering ram of a cock thrust so
roughly, jarring her cervix as he plumbed her utmost depths. “I’ve
waited so long to fuck you, and I’ll have you forevermore.
Mine!”

Punctuating his harsh claim, he grasped
a breast and clenched it tight as he let loose his low, noisy grunts
and groans.

His tone should have terrified her, but
her mind and body were so overstimulated that everything was received
through a haze. A frightening, delicious, wonderful haze. There was
no end to pain or pleasure, they simply overlapped and combined into
something new. She wanted him to stop, to keep going. To slow down,
to speed up. Her mind was filled with contradictions and all she
could do was whimper and pant dumbly as her hands gripped the bed.

His hands gripped her: her breast, her
neck. His hand tightened about both as he tilted her head up and to
the side, bearing her slender stalk of a neck to his mouth, which he
devoured amidst his rutting. Each pump of that thick girth was able
to be felt through her so intimately as it strained the limits of her
youthful flexibility with each throb.

The lick of his devilish tongue across
her neck was exquisite as she felt his hand tighten and squeeze, his
dark voice so filthy and harsh. “I’ve longed for this
from the moment I laid eyes upon your nubile form, sweet Firi. I
shall rut you through oblivion’s end.”

It was a side of him she’d never
known, and she shivered despite the growing sheen of perspiration
between them. Her breath grew heavier, and finally she managed to
open her eyes to mere slits.

His face was so devilish, like the
things young girls have nightmares about. But not Firia. Firia had
summoned him into her world, bound him to her. She had been so
reckless, so brave, and now things had changed so much.

Her body felt like it might break under
the strain, but her arms went around him as much as they could,
clasping him tightly.

When he relinquished his tight hold
upon her breast, it was but momentary relief. That towering demon
clawed his thumb down over her belly until she felt the hard pad of
his digit fondle her folds and then… he found a sweet bud of
sensitive flesh even she had never dared toy with.

Through the pain of his oversized cock
ravaging her, the sensation of him circling and rubbing that tiny
little clit of hers was overwhelming. She only needed glance at his
wickedly grinning face to know he intended every bit of it: the pain,
the intense pleasure. Varuj held her in place through it all, his
hand still at her neck as he refused to let her wriggle free of his
control.

It was unimaginable. Never in her life
could she have believed she would feel… this.

The sparks of pleasure shot off in her
body as she writhed beneath him. Gone were her apprehensions of
making noise. Gone were her fears and anxieties. It was as if he’d
stolen her away from her mind, forcing her to turn it off for a
blissful few moments.

For once in her life she was able to
enjoy a perfect minute in time when her body sang and her brain
didn’t hinder her enjoyment.

All thanks to surrendering herself to
the lustful ambitions of a demon.

Varuj’s fiery eyes rolled back
into his head, his own neck arching as he tightened his grip upon
hers purely instinctually. He let loose a mighty roar of satisfaction
as he plowed into her, never letting up on his torturous use of her
body, of his exquisite ministrations on her sensitive bud.