Page 48 of Monster's Mystery

“Only because you said please,” he snarked. But his actions belied his words, his hands gripping my hips and pulling me higher up his body to sit on his face. He gave an enthusiastic slurp before slapping my ass and making it jiggle. “Get to work, woman,” he teased. “Clean me up.”

“I’m getting, I’m getting,” I muttered, rolling my eyes affectionately. I licked my palm, coating it with saliva, and slid it over his cock, lifting it out of the way so I could lap up the sticky strands of our combined juices from his belly. The bitter salty taste of the fluid burst across my tongue and I hummed in appreciation.

Aiden resumed his attack on my clit, sucking the tip into his mouth with fervor, and I returned the favor, opening my jaw wide and swirling my tongue around the crown of his cock. More fluid dripped from the eye, and I swallowed it down eagerly.

Every swipe of his tongue, every suckle, the dips into my channel, I echoed in return, and soon both of us were panting, close to the edge.

Aiden’s balls drew up tight to his body and he tapped my hip urgently in warning.

I took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could, ignoring my gag reflex, and fluttering my tongue the slight amount I was able. His cock jerked once, twice, and spurted, his cum hitting the back of my throat and coating my tongue as his orgasm burst from his throbbing member.

I pulled back slightly, letting him linger on my tongue while he softened, the familiar weight comforting.

Aiden continued his feast on me, drawing me closer and closer until I felt like I was going to explode from the ferocity of my orgasm. I dug my fingernails into his thighs and pressed my forehead to his hip, my breath coming in tiny gasps as my nerves sang their pleasure.

“What a way to wake up,” Aiden groaned, smacking my ass again. “You’ve got the best ideas.”

“I was just hungry.”

Aiden snorted. “Then let’s go eat.”

“We just did.”

“Smartass.”

I wiggled my hips in his face. “You know it.”

* * *

The cafeteria wasquiet during breakfast. More students had disappeared overnight. I couldn’t imagine why they were being taken. Or why some of them were returned. It made absolutely no sense.

Professor Reynolds greeted us solemnly when we entered Qualitative Spellcraft. We were early enough that I was able to get my usual seat in the front of the class.

“Professor?” I asked, my hands twisting behind my back.

“What can I help you with?” He didn’t look up from arranging his notes on his desk.

“I was hoping we could put together a spell today,” I said hopefully.

His full attention was on me now. “What kind of spell did you have in mind?”

“There are three that I want to try to build. Could I have some guidance on which one would be easiest to start with?”

The professor made a ‘go on’ motion with his hand, and I took a breath, encouraged.

“I want to use a spell to find a person, like a magical GPS.”

He frowned slightly. “I’ve heard of spells like that, but most of them require physical touch to the personbeforethey leave. I’m not sure how you’d be able to locate them without connecting with their energy beforehand.”

“I was afraid of that.” Even though I’d been expecting an answer like that, I was still disappointed.

“We haven’t given up on your friend,” Professor Reynolds said kindly. “Or any of the other students who have gone missing since. We’re preparing a spell to put on every doorway of the academy, so that if any student is coerced to leave without their permission, we will know about it, but it’s taking time to build.”

“That does sound complicated,” I said. “The next one I was thinking of was a time spell. I don’t know how much you talk to Professor Dunlop?”

The professor shrugged. “A normal amount?”

I chuckled. “Okay, well, last fall, I used a time spell on his Apollo’s mirror to see a location where a specific spell was used. I was able to see the backfiring of the spell that my grandfather used to try to sever his soul bond with Aiden’s grandmother.”

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