Magic Academy (A Fantasy New Adult Romance) (37 page)

She threw herself onto the bed,
allowing her sullenness to seep in.

The deep regret had its claws in
Ala’nase, so much so that she nearly missed the sound of her
door opening. Though so odd of an occurrence it was, that she managed
to look her bleary eyes up and see the bizarrely out of place
silhouette.

No student could’ve entered her
room. Only a professor at the academy could’ve had the
authority to breach the wards on her room. And they would only do it
in moments of extreme emergency. Yet…

The door shut, and the light dimmed to
a reddish hue as she saw who it was.

“We were so rudely interrupted,”
came his seductive husk, and she saw as he nimbly undid the golden
strings that held his tunic’s front open, revealing the dark,
hard chest beneath.

Glee and terror combated within her as
she stood from the bed. How could this be? She swallowed and even
though she knew this wasn’t right, that he shouldn’t be
here, she was so grateful. She wanted him, and her gaze followed his
fingers, her tongue glancing across her lips nervously.

Ala’nase knew, deep down, in some
untainted part of her, that she’d never do this. Never behave
this way.

Yet she moved closer, all the same.

As he undid his tunic, exposing himself
on down to his smoothly contoured abs, he reached his other palm out,
cupped her cheek and trailed his thumb along her chin and lower lip.
“I’m going to claim you as mine tonight,” he said
to her with such confident assurance. “And from there forward,
you’ll never need worry again.” He gave an almost gentle
smile, though tinged with a bit of something else. “You’ll
be tethered to me. Mine,” he repeated the word.

What was that supposed to mean?

Her frown deepened as her brows knit
and she tried to take a step away, but couldn’t. “Tethered?”
She didn’t like the sound of that. She didn’t want to be
tethered to anyone! Not even… especially not… him.

“Don’t be like that,”
he said, though she betrayed so little with her physical exterior,
which he held so powerfully in sway. “I know you want it,”
he remarked, tugging open his trousers, letting them fall down,
revealing a member larger, more thickly veined than any she had ever
seen. “Self-denial is a foolish thing.” He traced his
digit down from her chin, along the center of her shirt, the buttons
coming undone by some force of telekinesis, exposing her flesh to him
with such a simple gesture. “With me you’ll never need
deny yourself any pleasures, no matter how minor or petty.” He
traced his digit over her stomach and she shivered.

“No,” she whispered, but
her skin prickled with excitement, her nipples stiffening beneath the
simple shift. He was so gorgeous, so masculine. She didn’t want
to fight it anymore, but a part of her screamed that she had to. That
this wasn’t her.

That she was under his spell.

Yet she couldn’t help but
inwardly admire that power. Some part of her craved a strong partner,
just as he had said. Her first love… he had been strong.
Powerful. Cruel.

In the end he had cast her off when
they should’ve been climbing to their greatest heights, yet
instead… she was alone. Vulnerable to the dark foreigner’s
‘seductions’.

“You’re gorgeous,” he
said, the sharp prick of his nail as it made such a bizarre tracing
upon her belly. “You want to part your thighs and welcome me
inside, don’t you?” he remarked, and she saw his stiff
cock throb before her, beneath a patch of short, dark pubic hair. “Do
it,” he said with a smile.

Even without the spell those words
would have sent a thrill through her spine. She was so used to being
in control of everything - of her emotions, her power, her friends -
that it was almost freeing to have it stolen from her. To have her
body respond no matter what she wanted, no matter what she desired.

Varuj took hold of her shoulder, and
with a rough shove, he pushed her down onto the bed, letting her body
fall back atop it as he stalked after her, like a stunning predator.

With a quick tug, he yanked the pants
from around her ankles and discarded them to the corner of the room
before prying her thighs open. “You smell as ripe as a harvest
plum,” he rasped, lowering himself down over her, pinning her
arms to the bed as he grasped the shirt that still wound about both
of her elbows.

It had been so long since she felt
someone’s body so near to her, and the power and force he had
over her was incomparable. The way she responded, her body tilting
towards him as she tried to back away was as though an intense war
were going on within her. For, of course, it was. She was battling
with him for control: control she desperately needed, and still
wished she could shed.

Her full breasts bounced as she tilted
away, her blonde hair trapped beneath her shoulders and pinning her
head awkwardly. “This isn’t right,” she tried to
protest, but it came out so small, so forceless.

“I know,” he said to her so
simply, even as he cupped her full breast and squeezed it so roughly,
so pitilessly. “But it will seem but a minor evil in time.”
His masculine scent filled her nostrils as he leaned in, let the
bulging crown of his large dick trace her vaginal seam, nudge her
vulva as he positioned himself, his whole body arched and on stunning
display as he prepared to violate her so raw.

The impaling came hard and fast, a
single thrust that shoved the biggest cock she’d ever seen deep
inside her. The throbbing veins pressed against her vaginal canal as
he ground himself against her cervix hard and rough, giving a
growling groan of satisfaction.

She couldn’t believe it was
happening. It was almost as if it were some strange dream, some weird
fantasy that she was having in the dead of night.

But to actually feel it, to actually
have him inside her, sent her mind reeling. He felt so good, but at
the same time it was so wrong. So terribly wrong.

Ala’nase gasped and tried to push
away from him but all she succeeded in was taking him deeper, making
her eyes bulge. How? How could this be happening to her?

“You’re mine now,” he
growled out in his increasingly ragged voice, the hard thrusts coming
on fast as he built up momentum, his heavy sac slapping noisily
against her, filling her former sanctuary with the noises of her
violation by the gorgeous man. “And you’re lucky to be
chosen, bitch,” he snarled, biting her neck as he clenched her
tit in hand, letting the hard nipple dig into his palm as he rut into
her like a ravenous animal in heat.

She wanted to scream, but instead it
came out as a gurgled whimper, a softer protest than he deserved. The
word, that word, was almost worse than anything. The sex, his body,
some carnal part of her wanted that. Craved that. Had dreamed of
that.

But the cruel and hurtful word, it
stunned her and she tried to push him away.

He bucked into her harder, and noticed
her shying away, her pathetic attempts to escape his carnal
violation. He ground his teeth together, then it happened. Quite
surprisingly, he slapped her cheek, left it stinging and reddened
with the heated blow before clutching her hair and tugging it hard,
wrenching her face up towards him as he pounded into her, setting her
breasts to bounce and jiggle.

“You were tossed away, rejected,”
he growled, his dark eyes seeming to light up in the red tinged room
as he met her gaze. “But you’ll be mine now. And through
listening to me I’ll make you something greater.” He
grunted, and she felt him swell within her, his dick throbbing with
excitement. “You’ll be a good girl for me,” he
purred, his voice so seductive again.

The contrast, the hot and cold, the
cruel and seductive set her head pounding. Her eyes watered as they
widened with fear and anger, her struggles becoming more furtive. The
spell, however, kept them weak and muted. Still, the fury building
within her was steeling her heart to him, her resolve building.

He seemed to see that deep within her,
that crystallizing resolve. And he tugged her head to the side, the
strands of hair prickling upon her scalp from his rough handling, and
he whispered into her ear.

It was difficult to hear the words over
the resounding slaps of his hard body striking her amid the savage
fucking, but what he said was unmistakable. She felt her eyes water
up, her barriers break down, and were she not still under the sway of
the spell she would’ve broken down into immediate sobs.

Instead she could only meet his gaze as
he moaned and swelled within her, showing signs of his impending
release. “But if you obey me loyally,” he husked in his
dark voice, “you’ll never need fear betrayal…
abandonment… ever again, sweet Ala’nase.” The
words struck at her so deep, to her very core. He needed no spell to
win over her mewling obedience then.

His hold on her head tightened, his
spine arched and she knew the tell-tale signs of what was coming. She
murmured meekly through the tears, “Not inside… please.”

His motions continued, and he thrust
deep inside her with such increasingly erratic force. “Yes
inside,” he rasped. “It has to be that way,” and
with that she felt it, the final pulse that travelled up his shaft,
pushing her slick canal open wider as his climax tore through his
flesh and poured forth in a torrent of virile, pearly white seed,
flooding her as he ground himself to her innermost depths and
revelled in it noisily.

Everything about her felt as if it’d
been torn up and reassembled, hastily put back together again. All
within the span of what had to have been less than a half hour. How
was it even possible that her entire world could change so quickly?

The woman shuddered beneath him, trying
to push him away, to free herself from his hold, from his cum.

He refused her that though, clutched
her tight until her resistance ebbed, then smiled and released her,
pulling himself away and leaving her drooling his seed. “Rest
up,” he said to her as he stood and got dressed. “You’re
mine now, pretty girl,” he cooed from across the room.

It was amazing to behold, the entire
academy seemed to go into overdrive before Firia’s very eyes.
People bustling about, not a single one in anything but the biggest
rush of their lives. She’d never seen so many flowing robes
lifted up on the air as the conjurers that wore them bustled about.

The one’s that weren’t
panicked were either simply anxious or just going about their
business in as best a way possible. So it stuck out to her that her
friend Ala’nase walked along in a slow meandering pace, her
books clung to her chest as she stared at the ground.

Firia had an idea of what happened, so
she moved to Ala’nase’s side and matched her stride, a
small, sympathetic smile tugging her lips. “Hey, Ala. Are you
okay?”

It took the young woman a moment to
lift her head and look to her friend, “Huh?” She seemed
confused, but shook it off. “Y-yeah, I’m fine. Why do you
ask?” she looked about, somewhat suspiciously, seemingly afraid
of giving away her vulnerability.

“You’re not yourself is
all. Ala, if you ever want to talk to me…” Firia reached
out and placed her hand, lightly, on her friend’s bicep. “You
just look so upset.” It broke her heart because she knew why.
Varuj had turned her down, and even though Firia wasn’t sure
she could handle all the gory details, her friendship with the young
elven woman was very important to her.

She averted her eyes from Firia, still
clutching her books as they began to walk together, the only two
slowpokes in a sea of busy students. “How are things with you
and Mae’lin?” she asked, shifting topics entirely. “You
two seem to be doing great.”

Firia smiled as her gaze dropped, her
stomach fluttering at the mention of him. “Yea… yea, I
think so.” She didn’t want to pry into her friend’s
business if she wasn’t comfortable, but she licked her lips,
trying to think of what she could say. How would she like to be
treated if she was rejected?

Firia didn’t really have the
answer to that question. She’d probably like to be left alone
to ease her bruised ego. “Are you ready for exams? You’ll
probably whizz through.”

She gave a rather noncommittal response
to that, and looked off. Firia followed her gaze and saw Mae’lin
coming. He looked even cheerier than usual, his cheeks dimpled with
his broad smile as he approached the sole human in their small group
of friends.

“Morning ladies,” he said,
reaching out to take Firia’s hand subtly as they walked.

Her fingertips tickled his palm, the
glee shared between them pungent in the air as Firia glanced back to
Ala’nase. She felt uncomfortable with her friend being so
sullen, so dejected, and was afraid her happiness was only going to
make her feel worse.

“Ala, did you want to do supper
tonight? Just you and me. Maybe I could come to your room and you
could help me on a few things I’m stuck on?”

“I…” she hesitated,
glancing to her then about. “Well maybe. I’ll see, okay?
I’ve gotta go look into something right now. Exam
preparations,” she said, waving to them before scurrying off in
a hurry, immediately lost in the crowd.

“Is she okay?” asked
Mae’lin, squeezing Firia’s hand and pressing in close to
her side.

“I don’t think so,”
Firia admitted, looking at the direction she ran off towards. “She’s
been weird the past little while. She won’t tell me what’s
going on.” She sighed, her lips pursed to the side. Ala’nase
was keeping secrets from her, she knew, but who was she to judge?

She squeezed Mae’lin’s hand
and felt the pang of desire and guilt make her stomach flip.

The adoring elf squeezed her hand and
smiled brightly. “We should get to practicing. It won’t
be enough to simply pass these upcoming tests,” he explained
casually, unfazed by the challenges they faced. “I’m told
passing the trials is but part of it. In the final event we’ll
be facing off in displays of magical prowess against other students.
And not all will make it.”