Magic Academy (A Fantasy New Adult Romance) (35 page)

Mae’lin received her little sign
of affection with a sweet kiss of his own upon the corner of her
lips. It was so unfair, comparing such a sweet and loving man with
one so fiery and… demonic. Though when she felt him lean in
further, nuzzle and kiss her earlobe, she almost felt for a moment
like he was someone else, a more daring man.

A soft moan was his reward, and her
lashes fluttered with some contentment.

She was conflicted because she didn’t
want to be without Mae’lin, just as she didn’t want to be
without Varuj. She loved them both, and her fingers squeezed the
elf’s knee tighter. “You’re always thinking of me.”

He was a hot-blooded male; she knew
that. She knew he had to think of her in those compromising positions
she now knew so well. Didn’t he? She’d felt his arousal
pressed against her when they’d made out. The heat of it. The
hardness.

Brushing their cheeks together, he
placed his other hand upon her thigh and said, “Always. We’re
in this together, Firia. And I’ve never had that before. A
partner to face the world with.” He kissed her ear again, then
took the fleshy lobe into his mouth to suckle ever so lightly.

She was going mad. All of this fear and
anguish kept knotting her stomach and she knew she had to do
something. She had to let one of them go.

And Varuj was so powerful and
insistent.

Yet instead of doing the right thing,
instead of doing the thing that could spare the elf so much pain and
hurt, she moved further into him, into his lap. She twisted about,
her chest pressed to his as her robe pulled up around her thighs,
straddling him so eagerly.

She just wanted the guilt to go away.
She wanted to make him feel good.

She wanted to see if she felt something
for him. Something raw and animalistic and wild.

The lanky elf was taken a bit aback by
her abrupt pounce, but he made room for her atop his lap, and she
felt the now familiar press of manhood hardening beneath her inside
his britches as he put his arms about her and held her close.

The increase in his heart rate and
breathing was noticeable, and she didn’t need to guess if he
thought of her in his quiet, private moments.

“You’re so beautiful,
Firia,” he said breathily, though a bit embarrassed as he
kissed his way down her neck, throbbing beneath her.

Her hips ground into him,
instinctively, and she silenced his complement with a kiss. She
didn’t need his sweet words, his kind consideration. Not now.
All she needed was his body pressing into hers.

She had bruises, little love marks on
her arms and hips and legs from when she and Varuj got carried away,
but now she craved new ones. Ones from Mae’lin.

She wanted him to cut loose in a way
she didn’t know he was able to. Her hips circled rhythmically,
putting pressure on him before teasing it away and her moan filled
his ear.

Mae’lin’s moans were
unmistakable, and she felt his manhood throb so exuberantly beneath
her, swelling with such intense desire as he kissed and suckled her
neck softly. It took her by surprise when he broke the seal of his
lips on her and in a panting voice murmured, “If you keep that
up I’ll…” he blushed a fiery red, and she didn’t
need to guess too hard as to what he meant. He twitched so frequently
beneath her.

She was surprised, nonetheless. She
desperately tried not to compare him to her more experienced lover,
but she slowed the rocking of her hips. Her breath was quick and
shallow, but she knew she was wishing Mae’lin could be
something he wouldn’t be.

Not without her guidance.

Yet with it, she knew he’d do
anything for her. Try anything. Fulfill any request she had.

So why was she so hesitant to tell him
what she wanted? It was something more than just her fear of being
thought of as too experienced.

She was afraid that if she told him
what she wanted it would lose its effect when she got it.

Her slowed rocking wasn’t enough
to save him however, and still he twitched and tensed, perched so
precariously to an early climax as he bit his lower lip. With a
shudder he squeezed her, then forced his lips to hers. “I love
you, Firia. And I want you,” he confessed in his sweet, caring
voice, those eyes of his lit up with such adoration. Yet tinged with
desire.

“I want you,” she whispered
back, truthfully. She swallowed as she stopped her hips, keeping him
teetering on the edge as she kissed him back, slowly and
passionately.

With his arms around her, with the
silence of the world outside of their private getaway, she felt safe
and protected.

Loved.

His shaft throbbed, as if sorrowful
that she had stopped grinding upon him, and Mae’lin himself
kissed her back so tenderly. He held her long before finally breaking
away to look her in the eyes, his own gaze narrowed by his drooping,
lusty eyelids. “I don’t want to pressure you,” he
said, swallowing, unaware of the odd circumstances, “but
whenever you’re ready… I want us to…”

It was a greater difference than night
and day between the two men she cared for. Greater by far.

“I’m ready.”

Screw Varuj and his controlling
manners. His dominance and possessiveness. Screw how much he’d
taught her, and how passionate he was for her.

Her answer surprised him, though she
wondered how it could with her behaviour. “You’re sure?”
he asked, but she made no uncertain terms of the fact that she was.

Tall yet so very trim, Mae’lin
still had no trouble lifting her up and laying her down upon her back
on the lush grass.

Gazing up at him, there was no
mistaking the nervousness on his face as he leaned in and kissed her
so warmly. Yet there was no missing the throb of his erection as he
began to undo his belt, and strip away his robe over top of her.

She pleaded with herself to be kind, to
not compare the two men, but she knew it was futile. Still, watching
him she was… enchanted instead of annoyed. Happy instead of
nervous.

She did want this. She did want him.

The sweet smile, the excited tug of his
pants, it all endeared her to him as she began to shimmy down her own
trousers beneath her robe.

It was so different, and he was so shy,
looking absolutely red-faced as he took off his robe and exposed his
stiff manhood to her, the organ throbbing with an excitement the
bashful elf couldn’t display any other way. A tuft of pale
wheat hair above the organ as he leaned down, kissed her and
confessed, “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

She stared, a bit lewdly at that,
taking him all in. He was beautiful, in his own way, and her breath
quickened. Her gaze travelled his entire body until his kiss stole
her attention away, and her fingers went into his hair, feeling the
silky strands. She wouldn’t lie to him, and she silenced him
with her mouth as she began to edge up her robe, baring herself to
him quickly.

She was a slim woman, her breasts perky
and her nipples stiffened as she exposed her pale flesh to the elf.

With his long, pale shaft in hand, he
guided it down to her cunny. He was so slow and gentle about it,
nothing at all like Varuj. Yet his excitement was palpable. Even as
he fumbled to find her entrance, not knowing the workings of a
woman’s vagina as the more experienced demon had, he simply
felt about, prodding her clit, her vulva.

“You’re so beautiful,
Firia,” he said in a breathy, lust-laden voice. His eyes opened
and he looked down upon her with such awe. “You’re far
prettier than any elven maiden,” and it was high praise indeed.

She couldn’t rightly put into
words what she felt then. It was a combination of so many things, but
all she knew was she wanted to protect him from any harm. Any
horrific thing that could happen to him, he didn’t deserve.

And that included her.

Briefly she thought to tell him to
stop. To not allow herself to take his innocence.

But how could she? Firia loved him.
Deeply. Cared for him more than she could say.

Things were just too complicated, and
her hand moved between their bodies. She grasped him, edging his hand
away as she guided him towards her warm, waiting entrance.

“Ah,” he gasped as his
organ felt that warm, wet kiss of her quim, enveloping the swollen
crown atop his elven shaft. His firm, hard stomach rising and falling
with his increased breathing as he hesitated pushing in any further
beyond where she’d brought him. “Is it okay?” he
asked, swallowing down his excitement, his cock swelling within her.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Mae’lin, you won’t
hurt me. Trust me.”

She was so excited. Firia wanted him,
wanted to make him feel good.

Selfishly, she wanted to be his first.
Even if everything fell apart after, she needed to give him this
pleasure. To share it with him.

The boyish elf did trust her, and
though it wasn’t rough as Varuj might have done, he slid the
fullness of his length inside her warm folds until he was nestled
completely inside her. Though more intense than anything she felt,
was the look of complete ecstasy upon his face. The way his eyes
rolled back into his head, the lewd, low moan he gave, all as she
felt – so intimately – the swelling of his loins within
hers.

She inhaled deeply and felt so at
peace. The worries and fears slipped from her as she pulled him in,
holding his naked body to hers. They were one, and for those blissful
moments, nothing could tear them apart.

“Mae’lin,” she
murmured so softly it was barely audible.

Her name upon his sweet lips was
uttered back to her, and she felt his whole body tremble a bit with
the excitement of his first time. It was cute and sexy at once, as if
there were some greater fury beneath the surface that waited to
bubble over, but he kept it in serious check.

When he tugged back his hips, beginning
to thrust his cock into her, it was inelegant but so very eager. She
could tell how deeply he wished to make the moment something special,
despite his inexperience, pumping his shaft into her as he mewled and
moaned, barely able to place his soft kisses upon her.

She whimpered back, her body arching
into his. Her stiff nipples grazed his flesh as her body took on a
light sheen. Excitement ran through her spine and she placed a quick
kiss on his neck. “I want to do so much with you,” she
breathed.

There wasn’t the smooth rhythm of
when Varuj “fucked” her, as he put it. It was somewhat
erratic, and the young man shook as he pumped his dick into her, his
balls slapping against her wetly at a slow pace.

She began to realize he was already
about to climax, but struggled to resist. His face was screwed up and
he was gasping and breathing irregularly in his attempt to restrain
his release to make the moment last longer. “I can’t…”
he gasped out unfinished, but she knew what was on his tongue.

She didn’t want for it to end,
but she clung to him tighter, needing the feel of his smooth flesh
against hers. She wanted his scent, his sweat, to cover her. To drown
her in that sweet, tangy odour, to mark her as his.

To make her his, as Varuj had claimed
he’d done.

It was abrupt and intense, his whole
body convulsing over her, his groin grinding into hers. His chest
crushed down atop her breasts as he buried his full shaft to the hilt
inside her and loosed such a flood of thick, creamy seed.

For all the negative contrasts she
might’ve made between the two men, to see him so enraptured –
so blown away with his first brush with carnal pleasure –
inside her, there was no comparison. For his first time, Mae’lin
had found a depth of satisfaction Varuj could never replicate. He was
far too experienced to be so swept away by the simple act of gentle
love making as Mae’lin was.

The elf just kept endearing himself to
her.

She tugged him close, their hearts both
pounding between them, and as she pressed her head to his chest, she
smiled. She didn’t know what would happen in the future, but
then, for that moment, it was perfect. It was true love.

A true love so satisfying she didn’t
hear the rustle of the bushes nearby, nor the sound of retreating
footsteps.

Earlier that day…

Ala’nase sighted him leaving
class, his own exotic robes flowing about his shoulders so
beautifully, its gold stitching shimmering in the light. Nobody had
anything on him in the entire academy, she thought. He was unique,
confident, and obviously both talented and powerful, after the
display of his she saw.

The glittering rings and gems on his
fingers drew her attention, and she knew he must have quite the
collection of magical trinkets to augment his abilities.

She straightened her shoulders and
flipped her long hair off of them. She felt her stomach flutter with
butterflies, but it was good. It made her feel alive, and her eyes
widened with excitement. She was finally going to do this!

Ala’nase walked right towards
him, not wasting any time as her smile grew. It was such a natural
and joyous expression that made her seem so much prettier as she
reached out to touch his arm. “Hey,” she whispered,
moving in towards him. “Did you notice the professor’s
robe was totally translucent today?”

The devilishly good-looking man turned
his dark face towards her, a brow crooked high as he laid those
curious eyes upon her. A slight smirk teased his lips and he came to
a stop, rolling back his billowy sleeves as he looked to her full-on.
“I would wager it a prank if she were more shameless about it,”
his voice so rich with a curious accent she couldn’t quite
place.

Still, it was enchanting, and it made
her grin widen. “I knew someone as keen as you couldn’t
have missed it,” she purred, touching along his arm. Her pulse
was racing but she knew she wasn’t blushing. She’d
luckily never had much of an issue with wearing her heart on her
sleeve.