A year or so ago, I’d enjoyed being away from the academy, forgetting myself in the only way I knew how.
By sinking my cock in warm, wet pussy until all the strains of life dissipated.
With Anne, Wanda, Selenia, Roselie... the list goes on. But I know I was just a means to an end for them, and perhaps they were for me, too.
I never felt like I belonged here at this academy, despite my abilities, and the only way I could settle those demons was to remove myself from the place they were the loudest.
The expectations of my family.
The disdain of my peers.
My broken, shattered dreams of being more than just a notch on everyone’s bedpost.
But with Violet, I didn’t want to run away. I wanted to crash into her and let her faerie magic soothe my wicked, tired soul.
I desired her touch, her incessant questioning, and her smile that made my heart warm.
But I, of all creatures, knew one feeding session did not make a relationship. I knew that better than most, and there was no solid proof that Violet actually cared forme.She’d fed me, sure, but we were both running on the adrenaline of what had happened to her in that forest.
I’d barely had time to comprehend what happened tome.
I passed Norman and Wanda on the way over to our table, not even bothering to look at them.
I should have left them to the wolves and vines when I had the chance.
Though there was no Violet to be found, and instantly my heart froze.
Where was she?
Was she ill?
Was she—
I smelled her before I saw her. The scent of lilies and roses was prevalent. I turned around to see Violet in her uniform, clutching her books to her chest as she stopped in front of me. She was a short little pixie, only coming up to my midsection in height. I sat down just as she flashed her pretty blue eyes at me in a way I could only describe as seductive, which only intrigued my monster, and my cock with a mind of its own.
“Please, take your seats,” Professor O’Connor called, as the chatter died down in the room among screeching chairs on wood.
“Excuse me,” she said sweetly as she scooted past me, the proximity making her rub the backs of her thighs against my knees, and instantly my cock perked up.
I shifted in my chair, trying to focus, but the scent wafting off of her was so strong, it damn near made my monster feral.
Because buried beneath that floral onslaught was the definitive, sharp tang I knew all too well.
Sweet release.
She sat down, opening her books, not bothering to say anything to the Squid Squad behind us.
Good girl.
“We’ll pick up where we left off yesterday, so those of you who did not get your runes read, today is your day! We’ll start with a rune reading, then we’ll discuss the origins of this type of intuitive reading along with the lore than frequently accompanies it. You will have fifteen minutes to do the reading, and then we will lecture.”
I watched as Violet took out her runes.
“How are you feeling... today?” I asked, trying to make conversation. What I really wanted to say was “I can’t stop thinking about you, tell me you feel the same,” but I knew life was not some fantasy movie.
I’m sure given the situation, Violet had much more to think about and focus on than a twitterpated incubus with commitment issues.
“Peachy, actually,” she said sweetly as she pushed the runes toward me.
