“Can anyone tell me something about the demon realm?” Professor Dumbass intoned in a voice guaranteed to send any normal magical into a coma. I sank lower in my chair as his gaze swept across the room. When it snagged on me, I tensed.
Fuck, did he recognize me? Or rather, Nelson Tripp, the shifty wolf shifter with the forgettable face? Dumbass frowned for a fraction of a second, his little mind kicking up a gear.
I thought fast.
A pair of horny shifters in the corner had been surreptitiously making out for the last fifteen minutes. Like me, they weren’t a fan of Professor Dumbass. Their lust was proving a nice snack, which was handy, since I needed to create a distraction.
The little witch raised her hand to answer the professor’s question just as I directed a blast of lust magic at the horny shifters.
What a teacher’s pet my witch was! I idly wondered whether she’d agreed to suck my dick in the supply cupboard if I suggested a teacher-student role-play scenario.
The thought of the little witch on her knees with her rosebud mouth around my cock amplified the lust magic hitting the shifters.One groaned loudly as the other unzipped his pants. I grinned as the professor’s attention snapped over to them.
“Oh fuck yeah, baby,” the asshole shifter moaned as his partner jerked him off.
A few people sitting nearby giggled loudly, highly entertained by the impromptu sex show. Meanwhile, I absorbed their arousal and lust.
“Stop this disgusting behavior right now!” The professor slammed a textbook on his desk, almost apoplectic with rage. With a flick of his wrist, a deluge of water appeared from nowhere, soaking the two shifters to the bone while keeping the mess neatly contained.
The ice-cold water broke my lust spell apart. I sighed in disappointment but smirked at the shifters’ confusion. One looked down to see his now shriveled cock flopping out from his fly while the other flushed beetroot red at being caught jacking off her partner.
Hilarious.
My little witch grumbled to herself and carried on making notes. I resolved to read her notes later in case they detailed her naughtiest, kinkiest sex fantasies. Since I was a generous incubus, I’d do my best to help her turn her fantasies into a reality.
Hell, I’d even let the bear shifter join in. Something told me he’d love a bit of BDSM action. Bear shifters usually enjoyed taking a submissive role.
I snorted as a mental image of tying the bear to a St. Andrews cross while I fucked the little witch in front of him popped into my head. He’d be so grateful for the experience.
“Get your disgusting selves out of my class!” When I tuned back in, the professor was busy quoting Section 14, subsection 6.7 of the student manual to the poor no-longer-horny shifters, which clearly stated that sexual activity would not be tolerated in lessons, evenduring a full-moon phase. Which, for the avoidance of doubt, was not for another week.
So really, the wolves had no excuse.
The entire class, apart from the little witch and her meek-as-a-mouse friend, sniggered as the wolves slunk out of the class, still dripping water everywhere. The professor huffed and magically cleaned all the water away before clapping his hands to restore order.
“Now, where were we before I was so rudely interrupted? Ah, yes. So can one of you give me a fact about the demon realm?”
This time, several hands shot into the air. The professor pointed to a mage in the front row.
“Yes, Sirius. Go on.”
“Sir, the demon realm was sealed shut years ago, so there are no demon attacks anymore.”
I snorted under my breath.Moron. He deserved to get eaten by a fucking hellhound.
The professor rolled his eyes. “Thank you for stating something we all know, Sirius. Anyone else have something to offer that’s not taught to seventh graders?” The remaining students with their hands in the air lowered them while looking sheepish. I guessed none of them knew anything beyond the most generic basics.
I knew plenty, but I wasn’t here to contribute.
My little witch cautiously raised her hand and waited for the professor to notice her. The meek witch threw her a curious look but said nothing.
“Raven… Blackstone. Do you have something interesting to add?”
“Um, so there are demons out there, sir. I’ve seen one.”
The professor’s jaw dropped, and for a moment, the room fell so silent you could have heard a pin drop. I stared at Raven. It simply wasn’t possible.
The lesser demons that occasionally broke through were vicious, bloodthirsty, and mindless predators. I could kill them, but without training, most magicals were fucked if they encountered a hellhound or a revenant. Even I struggled sometimes and had the scars to prove it.
