Magic Academy (A Fantasy New Adult Romance) (42 page)

“I just don’t understand,”
she sighed, not for the first time. “They were supposed to be
my friends.”

“Trust in others is risky,”
he said to her in that deep husk of his as he guided her through the
building and out into the crisp air. “I have invested my all in
trust of you, Firi,” he said with some fondness, the two
walking hand in hand through the center of the academy. The hustle
and bustle all gone, the students now took their time and enjoyed
their break. “I pray you don’t let me down,” he
said, looking to her fondly and squeezing her hand.

She was worn out, and his presence was
reassuring. Comforting. “Varuj, thanks for saving me from
Ala’nase.”

The demon lifted her hand and kissed
the backs of her knuckles for all to see as he came to a stop. “I
am glad I was there to do so,” he said smoothly. “Had I
been further away I might not have been in time to see us both
through to the finish.”

She withdrew her hand, though gingerly,
as she looked up at him. “Varuj, I’m not going to let him
find out by some drama monger. I want to tell him myself.”

“You worry too much,” he
said to her, his smile fading a bit. “But I have a solution for
you. The year is at an end. A brief break is upon us. The wealthier
students are off to visit their families. You cannot do that.”
He gestured with his hand around at the others who walked about.
“However, you can come with me on a trip away from your
worries.”

His full lips spread wide into a warm
smile. “You need the rest to prepare for the upcoming semester.
Or you shall be good to no one. Come with me, Firi.” His
proposal so enticing as the handsome demon brushed back some of his
ebon hair from his smooth, masculine face.

Yet she didn’t want to. Couldn’t.

How could she leave Mae’lin to
wake up alone, and without anyone to care for him?

If she stayed, though, would that make
things better or worse? He’d saved her life, and now she had to
break up with him. Because she didn’t deserve him. Didn’t
deserve that amazing, wonderful elf.

Firia looked to the handsome demon, the
one who knew all her secret joys, and pleasures, and pains. Who had
visited all of those things upon her. Who had caused her more hurt
and more bliss than anyone ought to have been able to.

Mae’lin would never understand.
Part of her hoped he one day could, though. When he woke up.

In all her years, Firia had only been
to two places. Her homeland in the fields of farm country, and the
academy.

Varuj had changed that.

They had little time for enjoying such
things; classes would resume before long, but when she walked to the
open balcony door and smelled the sweetly warm air of the desert
night outside, it was breathtaking. The curious black fruit that grew
on the trees, with their beautiful pink blossoms, gave off such an
aroma of decadent sweetness that wafted across the river and the
oasis, mixing with the dry scents of the desert beyond before coming
to her.

It was such a pleasant place. Even at
night she felt comfortable walking out onto that window overlooking
the private garden in only her tunic. The loose, untied garment
barely covered her bottom as she revelled in the place. The sights of
the curiously triangular buildings, their steeples gleaming copper
even in the moonlight.

As she bent over the railing, the feel
of Varuj’s heated presence came up behind her. His arms
embracing her as the fullness of his hard body greeted her. He was so
much bigger than her, his ruddy flesh so comforting, in such a
bizarre way.

“Avoiding the bed?” came
his ethereal voice, reverberating so darkly. So deliciously
masculine. He was himself. As when she first met him. Well…
almost. She thought him changed somehow. Not quite so…
sinister in appearance. It seemed like proof of what he had said:
that he had sacrificed some of who he was to be more human.

“Always,” she agreed, even
as she leaned back into him. She’d shirked all of her
responsibilities, put her heart on hold. She had no idea what she was
going to say to Mae’lin, but she dreaded it. It was the only
dimmer on the vacation, and she tugged Varuj’s arms around her
tighter. She’d deal with it when the time came.

Until then, she’d promised
herself that she’d relax from the hardest year she’d ever
suffered through.

His thick arms were a great comfort,
the hard, broad muscles a shelter from the worries of the world, it
felt. Each bicep seeming about as thick as her waist.

The villa Varuj had got them was away
from the city, away from all others. Just a private getaway in a
foreign land, where both of them were free to be themselves. For her
to enjoy. For him to be the hulking fiend from another realm.

She felt the stirring of his loins,
that oversized shaft rising up, and up, brushing betwixt her smooth
thighs as he licked, suckled and nibbled her ear. “That’s
fine by me,” he growled out in that otherworldly voice that
should’ve scared any normal woman. But only made her cunny
moisten.

Maybe she had always been a bit messed
up. She thought back to the fateful night in the library, about how
excited she was to summon a demon. How she’d specifically
looked for a male demon, for someone like him.

Maybe she’d always known, deep
down, that this is what she wanted, though it’d taken her so
long to reconcile. Life would never be the same after she realized
it, though, and she pushed back into him.

“I’m not going to be able
to walk if you keep this up.”

The brush of his horn against her hair
sent a shiver through her spine, but his cock jumped at her words,
and when it slapped against her slit with its eagerness she felt her
knees weaken. “Maybe I’d enjoy that,” he growled
into her ear, his tongue teasing just inside it before he pulled back
his hips, dragging his veiny girth along her moist cunny, teasing the
bulbous crown to her engorged clit.

It wasn’t fair how easily he made
her body his, even if her mind and heart remained more…
non-committal.

Her nipples were so stiff against her
top, her skin prickling with desire and arousal. She’d never
felt like this before, so brazen and free. She couldn’t help
but moan, her ass pressing into his hips as she stood up on tiptoes.
“You’re a bad influence on me.” What an
understatement that was.

She couldn’t see his devilish
grin, but she felt his large palm press about her tit and squeeze it
rough and hard. “Good,” the singular word a bestial growl
just before he impaled her upon that unholy shaft of his.

He’d taken her virginity upon
that monstrously sized dick. He’d taken her again and again
since then with it. Yet still, every time, it was such a shock to be
filled so completely, so close to the breaking point by that veiny
girth.

She had to reach out for the balcony to
save herself from careening forwards. The force, the depth, it made
her head spin with pleasure and all of her protests and smart-ass
comments dissipated. The year had opened her up to so many
experiences, so many new bits of knowledge, but the carnal intimacy
she’d found had been something unexpectedly delightful.

She’d finished her traditional
schooling as an outcast loner, and yet her first year at the Magic
Academy had been filled with more friendship, more love, more passion
than she’d ever known possible.

Her hand squeezed the balcony as the
other reached for his hand, digging her nails into his demonic flesh.

“Yes!” She gulped for air
and felt her body undulate against his.

She’d played with fire, got
burned, and she liked it. Wanted more.

He gave it.

Tugging back his hips, her tight quim
gripped his shaft so fully her whole body was yanked back with him
before his grip tugged her back into place and he slid out of her.
The thrust back in was more exquisite still, the pendulous swing of
his heavy sac, the slap of those hefty balls against her clit. It was
all such sweet, debauched pleasure, and he gave it to her in full,
picking up his pace and pumping his shaft into her faster. Harder.

The low, gravelly husk of his breathing
in her ear, his hot breath washing over her skin as he took her again
so soon after her bath. She could never remain clean for long with
him nearby. Part of her felt she’d never be clean again. And
would never want to be.

He’d seduced her body, wrenched
her heart in two, and expanded her mind. He’d bedded with her
soul, saved her life, and shared a connection deeper than either of
them could put into words.

It was as she said. Every time they
made love, every time they touched, it felt like they were two parts
of the same, broken whole. Desperately trying to make one another a
full person again.

She loved him. Deeply. Wrongly. But
with every thrust, every gasp, every groan, her desire for the demon
mounted.

As he clutched her breast, his other
palm went to her lower stomach. She felt his hand there, not tracing
a pattern as before, in that way that elicited such a tingle of
pleasure. Instead it was a slow circling, a tender sort of caress
that belied the powerful, hard thrusts he was giving to her.

Varuj was a creature of contradictions,
she realized. Yet she found it hard to resent him for it when he was
bringing her to such heights. Powerfully manhandling and fucking her
body so expertly.

“You’re mine, Firi,”
he growled, though the words weren’t said so badly, she
thought. They sounded more loving than possessive. Or at least, more
so than they had in the past. She couldn’t be sure. But he
licked, sucked and kissed his way down her neck as she felt him swell
inside her, causing her to gasp at the increased pressure, the
increasingly erratic nature of his motions.

Her body tingled and her legs strained
as she angled herself to take him in, to let his hands wander and
play with her flesh.

“I love you,” she
whimpered, her spine arching as her pussy clamped down on that
oversized, demonic member.

The feeling of his massive, rough hands
all over her flesh, mauling up her tunic, her body. The sound of his
deeply satisfied groan as she milked him so intentionally. It all
drew it from him, those gravelly, heartfelt words rumbling out from
his deep, barrel chest as he came. “I love you,” the
words said so harshly in the throes of his pleasure, but meant so
sincerely, she just knew.

Each long spurt of virile, demonic seed
up into her was another reminder of that as he clutched her breast
and held her firm stomach. “Firi…” he called out,
his sac tightened as it drained itself of every last bit of his
essence.

She pressed into him, encouraging his
orgasm so wantonly. She’d gotten to know his body, his demonic
pleasure so intimately, and her hands clutched at his, pressing them
to her. Her breathing was so heavy and her heart was racing, but the
trysts made her feel so blissfully alive.

His every touch enhanced it. The way he
caressed her in their post-coital closeness. The gradual softening of
his inhumanly-sized dick. The slow drool of his seed out of her
battered folds and down her inner thighs, until at last he lifted her
up in his mighty arms and carried her inside.

There was no comparing his strength to
any other. She was but a feather to his muscular might, and he laid
her out on the lavish, silk and satin bed with care. The smile on her
demon’s face brightened her heart as he plucked up a cherry and
dangled it down to her lips.

She accepted it, her body burning with
the pleasant after effects of sex. Spitting out the seed she exhaled,
the sweet scent on her breath. “How much longer do we have
here?”

“Leave those worries to me, sweet
Firi,” he assured her on his deep voice, her flesh still
tingling with the fire of their coupling as he plucked another cherry
from the bowl beside them and fed it to her. His endless pampering
and savouring of her never seeming to end.

She accepted it with a soft smile,
relaxing into the surreal paradise so far from home and her worries.

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