Magic Academy (A Fantasy New Adult Romance) (31 page)

Even in her carefree state, she felt
the abrupt shift in his thrusts. The erratic nature that took hold as
he swelled repeatedly within her, and she knew – instinctively
– that some great moment was approaching fast.

“You want it, my sweet Firi,”
he growled out amidst his howls, “you want it, don’t
you?”

She couldn’t speak. Not with the
pressure on her throat.

And it was bliss.

Nothing but physical sensations.
Nothing but the tremors that pulsed through her body. Nothing but the
blinding ecstasy that started at that small bud and branched out.

She gasped in, her throat constricted,
but her grip on his sides tightened. Her nails dug into his flesh as
she bucked and writhed in a pleasure she never dreamed of.

Then it came. Then
he
came.

The flood of inhuman seed upon the
crest of his bucking cock, that bestial thing that was too large for
her pummeling her insides as he loosed his loins fully into her
fertile young quim. His dark, ruddy body held a shimmer of
perspiration as he arched his spine and spilled every last drop of
his essence into her waiting depths.

He rode atop her like an unholy monster
claiming his mate, those final moments all loud, noisy and full of
the wet slaps of their groins as they struck each other. Every last
drop of his seed squeezed out of his large balls and into her
waiting, fertile womb.

Tears slipped from her eyes, the
intensity of what she’d just experienced unlike anything else.
Her body was sore and exhausted, her muscles crying out in agony, her
throat feeling squished, and her cunny…

She groaned, but the aftermath of her
own orgasm lingered with her, soothing her pain through the last few
bucks Varuj gave her in his spent state.

When at last he came to a complete
halt, he loosened his hold upon her neck and lowered his massive form
atop her.

Firia was nearly crushed beneath him,
but that warm, hard flesh was a comfort as he held her. Kept her
filled with him as his tongue trailed up her neck to her ear, where
he suckled her lobe and mewled his dark, unearthly voice to her.
“Perfect. You’re perfect.” That broad chest of his
swelled with his heavy breathing, causing her breasts to be pressed
down hard against her with each intake.

It was difficult to breathe, but she
didn’t want to part from him. Not yet.

She was sure she looked a mess, her
face red from the heavy breathing and the heat that had built up in
the room. Still, as she panted for breath, it somehow felt right.

It felt like what she’d wanted
and never realized before.

At some point through the night he must
have shifted back into his more mortal form, for when she awoke in
the early hours of the morning, she found herself entwined
comfortably with his dark-skinned body. The ravenous demon now simply
appeared to be a stunning man, lying beside her on his back, arm
about her.

As she realized that, it dawned upon
her: if he was still there when the dormitory awoke, she’d
never sneak him out without others noticing. And more than mere
gossip hung in the balance. It could raise questions as to how this
new student from far off exotic lands could possibly know her.

“Crap!” she hissed. The
warm body holding her felt so sweet. She thought back to the times in
her old home, feeling so comforted and loved by him. It disturbed her
no less now than it did back then, but still she craved it.

And the comfort was ripped away from
her too quickly as she shifted and felt her body flare up in new
pains. Firia groaned as she pushed Varuj’s shoulder, but she
loathed to do it.

She’d rather lay in his arms all
day than have to move again.

Varuj stirred beside her, his eyes
fluttering open before he turned that beautifully masculine gaze upon
her. “Morning,” he said so deliciously, his hand stroking
down her side before he leaned over and kissed her shoulder with his
full lips.

It was such a contrast to the beast he
was the night before when he’d fucked her, took away her
virginity. The smooth, gentle caresses, the soft kisses. The fact
that – though still much bigger than her – he was of
normal proportions as he held her near-nude form.

It all felt so good. Even the dull and
throbbing pains beneath the surface, if only because it was caused by
him. How had she let herself fall in love with such a beast?

Guilt and shame slowly began to brew in
her stomach. Mae’lin…

He’d been pushed from her
thoughts almost as soon as Varuj walked back into her life. He was so
sweet… He didn’t deserve this.

Her gaze broke from Varuj’s and
she pulled away. “You have to go before someone catches you.”

The dusky demon lifted his head, the
silk sheet of black hair flowing behind him as he wrapped both arms
about her. “We’ve still a bit of time, sweet Firi,”
he husked in his dark morning voice, the searing hot flesh of his
member brushing along her thigh as he stiffened. “We were apart
for so long.” A hand slid up over her stomach and in beneath
her shirt to cup a breast again. “But never again.”

And just like that her worries were
replaced by early morning lust, her eyes lidded as she stared at him
with such longing.

She could never have guessed how strong
her feelings were for him. She tried to ignore it, the taboo desires,
but it was impossible now. With his dark body pressed into her pale
flesh, all she wanted was to be surrounded by him.

“I feel sore,” she murmured
truthfully, readjusting herself into a more comfortable position.

Those strong arms of his pulled her to
him, beneath him, the seductive demon sliding over her as he kissed
her neck, licked his way up to her earlobe. “It’ll help
you remember me – and what we did – the whole day
through,” he remarked of her pain in a lust-filled rumble. He
wasn’t the hulking behemoth of the night before, instead
looking so much like a being she knew and could understand, yet she
knew it was not quite so. It was a facade, no matter how appealingly
crafted it was.

She shivered, and even though her body
pleaded with her just to say no, to force him out the door, she
couldn’t help but want him to stay. To feel that warm lust pour
over her again, and her lips found his. At first it was softer.
Exploratory.

Quickly, though, it grew hungry and
ravenous for more. She wanted him. She wanted him more than she ever
thought imaginable, and it completely erased all of the terrible
feelings that being with him would give her.

There would be time for that later, she
was sure.

He was inside her. It happened so fast,
so easily compared to the night before. His size was so much more
manageable after being split asunder by that inhumanly large organ.
Though the ache of its previous violation still made his entry a
painful affair.

Though he wasted little time, lifting
himself up on one palm, the other still clutching her breast as he
began to pump his length into her warm, wet, puffy quim. It wasn’t
like the night before, thanks to his smaller size, yet there was
still that passionate vigor, that lust-let-loose which drove him to
plunder her more ravenously than she imagined a normal man would.

And she couldn’t stop kissing
him. Tasting out his lips and his mouth, feeling that wet warmth
against her. Firia’s arms wrapped around him, begging for his
touch. The feel of his skin on hers.

Her legs wrapped around his back and
she gasped and moaned, but still he didn’t slow, and she didn’t
want him to. Caution was thrown to the wind, and all she cared about
was being with him. Being one with him.

This was magic.

She’d never been exposed to such
things in all her life. Devoting herself to study had left her
sheltered in some ways, and the powerful demon that thrust within her
so raw and savagely had introduced her to a world she scarcely knew
existed.

And he introduced her with little ease
or gentleness. His pace quickening as he went, the slap of their
bodies filled the room as his hard flesh wetly struck her soft,
yielding form.

Firia felt him swell within her, not
nearly to the proportions of the night before, but still so big. So
virile. His chest on display for her as he arched his shoulders back
and broke their kiss to pound a little deeper, giving her such a
stunning sight of brown skin over hard muscle, curtained with long
black hair.

He was gorgeous. She hated admitting
it. She had always hated to admit it.

That first time she saw him in the
library she had been so disgusted and curious, but when he’d
changed form…

All that remained was interest and
desire.

Yet last night, it was his immortal
form she’d craved and received.

The thought sent a chill down her
spine, but it was laced with taboo pleasure.

She should’ve been concerned for
practical matters: for not being exposed with him, for what would
become of her and Mae’lin thanks to her careless passions for
Varuj. Yet there was only the grind and thrust of their two bodies,
their sweet intertwining forms as she locked him into her with her
legs.

Her poor, aching quim received his
ceaseless pounding until she felt the shift in him. She was still so
inexperienced, and it was but her second time, yet she felt the
growing erraticness of his thrusts, the swelling of his member that
strained her lust-slick canal.

She didn’t want it to end. She
knew what it signalled, and she felt such dread well up within her.

Not because she was afraid of being
exposed. Not because she was afraid of Mae’lin finding out. Not
then. Not at that moment.

She simply hated the idea of not being
with the demon any longer, and that feeling was so overwhelming.

Varuj drew the moment out, for his
pleasure and hers. His hand squeezing, kneading her breast, teasing
her nipple as he coaxed such fiery sensations from her body with his
cock. Until at last, it happened, and she watched his gorgeous male
form spasm as he spurt his unholy seed into her yet again, heedless
of everything but the satisfaction they drew from their act of
breeding.

The last thrusts after that came
slower, until finally he bucked into her one final time, his leanly
muscled physique glistening as he emptied the last of his load into
her nubile young body.

She whimpered as she lay back on the
bed, her eyes partially opened as she looked over him. He was so
stunning. Beautiful.

She didn’t know if it was love.
Not really.

She loved Mae’lin, and this felt
nothing like that. This felt primal and wrong and crass.

So why did she want more?

It took all of her willpower to finally
say the words: “You have to go now.”

Finally relinquishing her breast, he
lifted his hand and combed his fingers through his thick black hair
before letting the strands fall slowly back into place. “We
should play it safe for a while,” he said in agreement.
“Suspicions would do neither of us any good.” He pulled
out of her, his stiff, dark cock leaving her gaping and drooling his
pearly white seed.

It felt so empty and alone to have him
leave her, the fiend she craved pulling his clothing off the floor to
get dressed.

She nodded in agreement even as a part
of her burned with need. She didn’t want to play it safe. She
wanted to be reckless and revel in what she’d finally found…

But she knew that it couldn’t be.
It shouldn’t be.

She shouldn’t want him.

Pulling down her top she hunted for her
pants, finding them discarded near the bed and quickly tugging them
on. She felt as if she’d aged a decade in the last few hours
and suddenly nothing else seemed so important as sex. As him.

But she shoved those thoughts aside.
Rationally she knew that, to her, staying at this Academy was her
priority.

Yet to see that feral man, his
still-turgid cock tenting his pants as he stood topless, it was hard
to acknowledge it.

He looked to her from the corner of his
view, and she saw him grin, his eyes giving a light twinkle as he
pulled his robe from the floor. “Don’t worry,” he
said, pulling it over his shoulders then placing a hand upon her pert
rear as he leaned in and nibbled her earlobe. “There shall be
so much more time for us,” he husked in a whisper to her,
squeezing her ass.

Excitement and dread combated within
her and she nodded before pushing him away. “Please don’t
let anyone see you, Varuj.”

With a smug smile he tied his robe
closed then said, “Don’t worry, I shall be as quiet as
the mouse.” Though the final look he gave her before he left
spoke of such smoldering desire still lingering in him. Lingering in
him for her.

She felt horrible. Dirty and sullied
and like a void had opened up within her.

As soon as he was gone she had to
grapple with the concerns that his presence had quelled, and as she
went to the bath, her stomach was like a lead pit.

Mae’lin loved her. And she loved
him, didn’t she? That affection, that adoration she felt for
him couldn’t be faked. The way he smiled at her, the covert
brushes of his hand against hers, the glee in his eyes when she
kissed him…

This would break his heart in two.
She’d seen what happened when he thought Bran and her were
together. He’d withdrawn.

Sure he’d said it was out of
respect, but she knew it was something more, and as the warm water
caressed her sore muscles she felt the tears begin to flow.

She really did love him.

So what was this thing with Varuj? Why
was she so inexplicably drawn to him? Even though he’d battered
her body, her fingers still grazed against those tender areas, and it
brought about a pleasant feeling. It brought reminders of him, just
as he’d promised.

Firia let out a sound of annoyance in
the empty room, and it echoed back to her.