My coven was still shaken up over what had happened, and I couldn’t blame them. Luna had congratulated us and said we passed with a perfect grade. She’d also said she was proud of us and that she admired our hard work, but this didn’t even please Morgana, the bookworm and perfectionist.
The brunette felt guilty for killing her own kind. They all did, I could see it on their faces.
But I sure as hell wasn’t going to regret doing what I had to do in order to survive. It was either them, or us.
And I was going to win.
Once we left the classroom, we walked down the hallway in an uncomfortable silence, and when I couldn’t take it anymore, I turned to look at my coven.
“Come on,” I said, “let’s grab something to eat.”
“I don’t really have an appetite,” Vesta muttered as she cast her silver eyes down to the ground.
“It will be good for you,” I insisted. “Trust me.”
“He’s right,” Akira said after a moment. “Let’s stop acting like little bitches and grab some dinner.”
“Fine,” Vesta sighed, and we all headed as a group to the banquet hall.
Tonight, there was a full plate of red, rare meat, mashed pumpkin, and mixed greens. I was digging in, but when I looked at the others, I noticed most of them, aside from Akira, were only pushing their food around on their plates. For some reason, they looked miserable as fuck, and not one of them said a word as they slowly ate their dinners. I was beginning to wonder if they were still feeling guilty. If so, I wondered why. We had no other choice but to kill those witches. It was either them or us.
Finally, Vesta slammed down her fork, and we all stopped eating and looked at her.
“I hate to say this,” Vesta breathed as she looked around the hall, “but that wasn’t something I ever wanted to do. I feel so absolutely disgusted with myself… like I just committed the ultimate sin… does anyone else feel like that, or is it just me?”
“Oh, and what?” Akira snapped with a scowl. “Would you rather be lying dead in that prison? Because that’s where you would have ended up if you didn’t do what needed to be done. Those bitches attacked us first, and personally, I don’t regret a single thing.”
“Yeah, I mean… no… you don’t understand what I’m trying to say--” Vesta struggled to explain, but it was clear Akira was not having any of it.
The black-haired witch raised her hand in an impatient gesture to make Vesta stop rambling.
“There’s no room for fucking hesitation, Vesta,” Akira growled. “Back there, it was either them or us. What more is there to understand? We made it out of there, and now, we’re going to eat this dinner and drop the entire thing.”
“She’s right,” I added, “if we didn’t do what we had to, we’d be the dead ones.”
“But--” Vesta argued.
“End of the fucking story,” Akira cut her off again. “Now, like I said, let’s eat our dinners and just forget about this bullshit conversation. I’m starving.”
“Fine,” Vesta grumbled and looked back down at her plate, “whatever.”
“I need the four of you to understand something,” I began.
“What?” Morgana asked as they all turned their eyes to me.
“You four are mine, and if anyone tries to hurt you, I will fucking destroy them and not feel even a shred of sorrow about it. I don’t care who the fuck it is. As far as I’m concerned, they can join our coven, or they can die by our hands. Do you understand?”
Each of their mouths opened slightly in surprise, but none of them spoke.
“Say it,” I ordered.
“Yes, Cole, I understand,” they all said in unison, and even Akira seemed to blush a bit.
“Good, now eat.” I pushed around my own meal with my fork, and even though it was a mouth-watering plate of food and my stomach was growling, I wasn’t in the mood for something to eat.
At least not for this. I was in the mood for something else.
I turned to Vesta, who was by my side, and she was actually starting to eat a bit. I glanced down at her skirt, and I noticed it was rising up her leg. All I wanted to do was reach over and caress the inside of her thighs, slip my fingers into her pussy, and give her a fantastic fucking time. That would help her forget about everything, and it certainly would help me, too.
So, when the others weren’t looking at us, I leaned in closer to her and whispered into her lilac pointed ear.
“Finish eating and meet me in my room in ten minutes,” I ordered, “not a minute after.”
It was a demand and not a request, so Vesta obediently nodded, even though she remained expressionless. She then returned to her plate, and I got up to leave.
The others weren’t about to let me slip away that easily, though. They all turned to look at me, and confusion spread across their faces.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Akira snapped. “You haven’t even touched your meal, and we all agreed we’d head to the study hall afterward to prep for Advanced Necromancy. Don’t tell me you’re going back to your room to talk to Alexander. We have more important things to do than focus on our familiars. The time for that will come soon enough.”
“Chill, Akira.” I winked. “We can go one day without studying until the sun rises. Besides, I think we should all just take it easy for the rest of the night. We deserve it.”
“But we cannot afford to chill--” the black-eyed witch argued until I cut her off.
“Akira!” I laughed. “One night won’t kill us, I promise.”
She scowled at me but then relaxed her shoulders, and I could tell she was finally relenting and seeing eye to eye with me.
And it was about damn time, too.
“Fine, you’re right,” Akira muttered. “Honestly, all I want to do right now is crawl into bed and sleep for twelve hours.”
“Then do it.” I smiled. “No one is stopping you.”
Akira laughed dryly under her breath and shook her head, and the rest of them continued to eat.
I smirked coyly at Vesta before I walked away and headed back to my own room. As soon as I was through the door, I quickly undressed and took a speedy, hot bath. By the time I was done, there was dirt, blood, and grime in the water, and I scrubbed my face until my skin was pink and raw. Once I felt like I was clean enough, I stepped out of the tub, wrapped a towel around my waist, and walked back into my bedroom.
Then there was a gentle knock on the door.
My pulse raced, and my body relaxed as I quickly opened the door and smirked when I saw Vesta standing there, in her short black and white skirt and tight, white button-up blouse. She wore the same uniform every day, but there was something so exceptionally sexy about her right now. Maybe it was the dried blood on her lip, or the dirt on her upper right cheek. She was also flushed, and there was a small smile on her full pink lips.
I knew she was ready to have some fun.
“Come on in.” I grinned. “You can take a bath if you want--”
“I’d rather start fooling around,” she cut me off. “That’s why I’m here, isn’t it?”
Even though I should have insisted on a bath, my cock throbbed at the thought of fucking her while she was still covered in our enemies’ blood.
Vesta stepped inside, and I could feel myself already growing hard as I stared at her mouth.
“Get on the bed, then,” I ordered with a grin, “and spread your legs.”
The green-haired witch smiled coyly at me before she kicked off her boots and knee-high socks. Then she swayed her hips back and forth before she crawled onto my bed and slowly, but saucily, spread her purple legs apart and pulled up her skirt so I could see where her panties barely covered her pussy lips. Her breasts heaved up and down as she breathed heavily, and I could see a little dab of wetness begin to form on her panties.
I let my towel drop to the floor, and then I slowly neared her.
“Spread them wider,” I commanded.
Vesta did as she was told, and then her silver eyes darted down to my cock.
“I’m really wet,” she admitted.
“I can see that … let me remove these for you,” I said.
She brought her legs closer together as I gingerly pulled her underwear down past her slim legs and to the ground. I then slowly crawled on top of her, and she scooted back.
Without breaking eye contact, I lowered myself down and placed one lavender leg over my shoulder. Then I slowly leaned closer to her crotch, and she gasped as I pressed my mouth against her wet pussy.
She tasted amazing, and I couldn’t help but moan as I licked her clit and the inside of her tunnel in slow circles.
Her hand reached out and grabbed my hair, and she moaned as I used my tongue to taste the inside of her. The deeper I went, the harder she panted.
“Oh, fuck,” she cried out with her eyes tightly squeezed shut. “I think… I think I’m about to come! Oh, Satan!”
“No,” I growled as I came up for air. “You won’t come until I fucking tell you to.”
Vesta groaned in agony, but because of the Blood Pact, her muscles locked together as her orgasm ebbed away.
I suckled on her throbbing clit, and she cried out in surprise and pleasure. Then she arched her back, and I thrust my tongue deeper inside her slit. I used my tongue to swirl around her folds and then slip inside her, and she tasted musky and sweet all at the same time. Her pussy was clenching with desire as I leaned back and kissed her inner thigh, but I wanted to tease her a little bit more before I made her come. So, I moved my mouth back to her clit and gently sucked. Her breathing grew heavier and demanding, and she spread her legs even farther apart. Then she arched her back even higher and cried out as her legs shook.
She was close.
“You can come, and when you do, I want you to burst,” I ordered.
“Yes, Cole,” Vesta panted with her eyes closed, and she bit down harshly on her lip.
I continued to lick and suck on her clit and then used a finger to gently slip inside her. I pushed in and out until her entire body shook, and she came with a loud cry. I tasted her warm, flowing juices and laughed gently before I pulled away.
Vesta panted heavily on the bed, and now, it was my turn.
“Get on your knees,” I demanded. “Right now.”
She slowly sat up, bit her lower lip, and then glanced down at my cock.
“With pleasure, master,” she purred.
“Ohh, I like that,” I sighed.
“I know what you like.” The lavender-skinned witch moved from the bed, and I took a step back before she planted her knees on the floor. Then she looked up at me with those large, silver eyes and slowly smiled.
“Suck my cock,” I commanded, “but first, I want you to fucking tease me.”
“Yes, master,” she responded obediently.
Vesta maintained eye contact with me as she wrapped a hand around my shaft and began to pump up and down. I sighed and leaned back my head as she continued to tease me, and when I couldn’t take it anymore, I pushed down on her head, and she immediately wrapped her full lips around the tip of my cock.
“Hmmmm,” she moaned as she went deeper and deeper, and she rubbed my shaft with her hand as she continued to bob back and forth. I grabbed her hair and urged her to go faster, and she complied and picked up the pace. She then pulled away and smiled at me before licking her lips.
“Oh, no,” I chuckled. “You’re not finished yet.”
“I know,” my lover cooed.
Vesta continued to stare up at me, and without breaking eye contact, she smiled and began to lick the tip of my dick. Her tongue swirled and teased, and I groaned as she ran the hot appendage along the bottom, the base, and tip. My body quivered because I knew I was about to come, and she sucked harder and faster. I thrust into her mouth and held onto her hair, and she moaned soft little groans as I hit the back of her throat and exploded inside her.
“Swallow it,” I commanded as I came, and Vesta swallowed every drop of my cum and then moaned as she gently pulled away with a popping sound.
“Did I please you, master?” She licked her lips and slowly stood up.
“Yes, good girl,” I praised and smirked. “You should probably go and get some rest.”
“Can you do more?” she purred.
“Oh, yeah?” I asked with a cocked eyebrow. “You want my cum in your pussy?”
“Mmm. Yesssss. Please.” The green-haired witch nodded as she began to unbutton her blouse.
Vesta chewed on the bottom of her rosy pink lip as she tossed the white fabric to the floor and then slowly wriggled out of her plaid mini skirt. A moment later, she was standing there completely naked.
I was growing hard again as she stared right at me, and I slowly picked up her underwear from the floor. Then she moaned and started to tease herself, all without breaking eye contact with me.
“Come here,” I ordered.
Vesta smiled and strutted over to me with a compliant look on her pretty face, and as soon as she was close enough for me to smell her sweet and spicy perfume, I yanked her toward me.
I brought my lips down to hers, and she slipped her tongue into my mouth. She tasted like sweet berry wine, and when I pulled away to catch my breath, her lavender cheeks were flushed, and her lips were red and swollen. Her eyes were begging for more, so I smirked as I slowly reached down to slip my fingers in between her legs.
She was soaking wet and felt searing hot to the touch.
I quickly ripped up her panties to create a rag, and she gasped as I turned her around and flipped her on the bed, ass up. Then I leaned down to her ear to whisper.
“I’m going to tie your hands together,” I said as I wrapped the torn up underwear around her dainty purple wrists. “Don’t turn around, stay just like that.”
I tore off my clothes and climbed onto the bed, and she was still bent over, with her hands tied in front of her.
“Cole--” Vesta moaned, but then I brought my hand down and smacked her ass, and her entire body jerked upward as she gasped.
“You’ll talk when I tell you to,” I hissed.
“Yes, master,” she moaned and wriggled for more.
I smacked her again, and she groaned and tossed back her hair. Then I grabbed her green strands and pulled her back as I started to tease her soaking wet pussy with the head of my cock.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” I asked.
“Mmm,” she moaned and leaned back into me.
“Do you?” I repeated.
Vesta hummed and nodded obediently, so I slowly slipped my tip into her wet pussy, but I didn’t enter her completely just yet.
“I want to hear you beg for it,” I ordered.
“Please fuck my brains out, Cole,” Vesta moaned as she writhed beneath me. “I can’t take it anymore. I need you inside me. I need to feel your hot cum filling me up. I need it so bad. Please fuck me.”
“As you wish.” I grinned.
I thrust into her so fast and hard that she gasped and jerked her entire body forward. Then I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back.
“You’re not going anywhere,” I chuckled.
“Yes, master,” she repeated.
Her back swayed as I slammed my body against her hips. The deeper I thrust into her, the louder she gasped. Then I moved my hands from her hair, dug my nails into her hips, and gripped harder as I dominated her accepting body.
“Cole!” Vesta screamed each time I went deeper. “I’m going to come!”
“Be quiet,” I ordered as I pulled her hips further up and pulled out. “You’ll come when I tell you to.”
“No,” she moaned pitifully. “Fuck me until I scream, pleeeeeease.”
I crawled up to her ear and pressed my lips against her lobe, and she moaned as I chewed on her ear.
“I’ll make you scream when I feel like it,” I whispered as I licked the shell of her ear. “Now, who do you belong to?”
“You,” she whined. “You, Cole. You’re my master. Please. I’ll cum for you. Please.”
“That’s the correct answer.” I slipped my finger into her wet mouth, and she swirled her tongue around my digit. She sucked hard, and when I swiftly pulled away from her mouth, she smacked her lips together and wriggled her hips. I slowly moved my hand down her bare purple spine and then waited a long moment before I slipped back into her soaking wet pussy.
“Ohhhh, yesssss. Sooo goood.” Vesta tried to lift her head, but I pushed it back down.
“Don’t move,” I commanded.
I filled every inch of her and teased her by moving my cock in circular motions. She gasped and moaned, and I watched as she bit down into the sheets to stifle her cries. I was nearing my threshold, and as I thrust into her one last time, her entire body quivered, and she cried out in pleasure.
“Come for me,” I grunted.
“Cole!” Vesta screamed as her release tore through her, and she was shaking on all fours as I sprayed my seed deep into her tight tunnel.
Both of our climaxes had built slowly over the course of half an hour, so we each spasmed around each other for what felt like a minute as her womb accepted the gift of my seed. Finally, when we’d calmed down, I pulled out, and our creamy white fluids dripped from her gaping tunnel like a spring.
“Woooow, I needed that,” the lavender-skinned witch panted into the mattress.
“You need all this, too,” I said as I used the tip of my still hard cock to scoop up some of my creamy seed leaking out of her. Then I pushed it all back into her tunnel, and she let out a groan of bliss as her pussy gripped around my shaft again.
“I don’t want any of your seed to go to waste, master,” she purred.
“I’m glad you have accepted the inevitability of our relationship,” I chuckled as I slowly slid out of her pussy one last time.
“Well… you have protected me, even before I was bound to you. And… well… the sex is amazing.”
“That it is,” I said as I trailed my fingers one last time down her bent spine.
I quickly dressed as she slowly rolled over and looked at me as if I were a god.
“Can you untie me now?” she teased. “Or should I just stay here like this?”
“No,” I said as I buttoned up my shirt. “I have reading to do, and you should be studying as well… or getting some rest. Either one.”
“I suppose you’re right,” she sighed, and her silver eyes glanced up at the ceiling.
I untied her, and she quickly dressed in her clothes. She snatched up her destroyed underwear and then turned to look at me once her hand was on the doorknob.
“Thank you, I needed that.”
“We both did, and you’re welcome.”
“Have a good night,” she said breathlessly, and she winked at me before she opened the bedroom door and slipped out.
I sighed with pleasure and relief as I looked around my room, and I nearly jumped up in surprise when I saw Alexander on my desk. He was standing upright with one hand extended as if he wanted to give me a high five.
“Alexander?” I laughed. “You’re a little pervert.”
The mouse bounced up and down and kept his little hand extended upward. Something told me he wouldn’t be happy unless I returned the high five, and even if it felt a little ridiculous, I couldn’t resist. So, I used the pad of my index finger and gave him his little high-five, and he bounced up and down in pure delight.
I laughed and then stared at the pile of books on my desk. I’d been reading nonstop each night, and I wasn’t sure how much more information I could retain today. I already told the rest of the coven to take it easy, so maybe I should take my own advice, too.
“What do you think, Alexander?” I said as I looked at the brown mouse. “Should I spend another night hitting the books?”
Alexander squealed and ran to the books. He eagerly pointed to the spine of a brown leather one and then squeaked.
“So, you do want me to read until my eyes bleed,” I chuckled. “Well, I’m going to be honest… that’s not exactly what I was hoping for, but you’re probably right, even if you’re just a mouse.”
Alexander placed his hands on his hips and then tapped his little foot, as if to say, “Really? That’s a low blow.”
I snickered and reached for the pile of books, but Alexander squealed and pointed furiously at the same brown tome.
“What is it with you and this book?” I murmured with a curious frown.
I took the book from the pile and stared at it. There was a picture of a white swan on the cover, and its feathers were all different colors. The title was written in silver cursive, and it said, “Familiars! How to evolve, train, and keep them from killing you.”
“Interesting title,” I muttered, “but I get what you’re trying to tell me… I really should have been studying this before.”
Alexander nodded, and I took a seat at the desk. Then my familiar tried to pull the heavy leather cover open, and I laughed at his feeble attempt.
“Here, let me help you.” I smiled as I opened it. “Nice try, buddy.”
Alexander squeaked as I began to read the first chapter. It mostly consisted of the history of familiars, which I thought was interesting, but it certainly wasn’t going to help me evolve Alexander into his full form.
I flipped through the pages until I came across the chapter I was looking for. The page had a detailed diagram of a mouse slowly morphing into a jaguar, and it said the process could take years for some, but months for others.
“Shit, Alexander,” I said as I continued to read on. “Looks like this isn’t going to be such an easy process for either of us.”
Alexander folded his little arms and tapped his foot.
“Hey.” I smiled. “I didn’t say it was going to be impossible… it’s just going to take some time.”
I could have sworn I saw Alexander smile, and I couldn’t help but laugh at how innocent he was. For some reason, it felt good to have another male to speak to, even if it was an animal who rarely spoke in full sentences.
Even though my body was begging for sleep, I pushed myself to keep reading. The text said extensive conversation, mind bonding, and self-control would speed up the process of a familiar’s evolution. However, it said that if not done correctly, this would simply drain the owner and hinder the growth of the familiar.
“So, Alexander,” I said, “do you have a favorite color?”
The mouse tilted his head in confusion, which made me laugh.
“Well, it says here that if you want to grow successfully, we need to converse with one another,” I explained.
Alexander nodded before he glanced around, scurried over to my quills, and pointed to the red one.
“Red?” I asked.
He nodded and clapped his hands.
“Mine, too,” I laughed.
I looked around the room and tried to think of another question.
“Favorite food?” I questioned.
Alexander squeaked and jumped up and down.
Cranberries, I heard a voice in my head a moment later.
I chuckled and nodded, and then I continued to ask him question after question until we both fell asleep on my desk. When I woke up in the middle of the night, my neck felt stiff and cramped, so I rubbed at the knots in my nape and adjusted my eyes. Then I looked around and spotted Alexander on my desk. Except, there was something different about him. His fur was darker, almost black, and there was a thin white stripe down his back. He was also slightly larger than before, but he was still deeply asleep, and his small chest was moving up and down in steady motions.
“Hey, Alexander.” I smiled. “Wake up, buddy.”
The mouse growled softly and stretched. When he opened his eyes fully, he glanced around and tried to stand up, but his legs shook, and he wobbled before falling back down.
“Easy there,” I said, “you’ve grown a little bit. You’re going to have to adjust to your new height.”
My familiar looked up at me and nodded.
I rubbed his head before I stood up and headed to the bathroom. I splashed my face with cold water and changed into a fresh, clean uniform. Then I sighed, tucked in my shirt, and pushed back my hair. It was pretty late, and I wondered if one of the other witches was looking for some more fun.
I smiled as I headed for the door, but when I opened it, I nearly jumped out of my skin.
Vanessa was standing there in a long green velvet dress. Usually, seeing the professor in front of my door didn’t worry me, but there was something different about her. She looked very concerned, and there were dark circles under her blue eyes. There was an urgency about her, too, and she seemed very worried. More worried than I had ever seen her before.
“Cole,” she said in a grave voice, and she didn’t even insult me like usual.
And that’s when I knew something was really wrong.