Page 62 of April's Fool
“Fine,” I muttered bitterly. The reasoning was sound. I didn’t want to die anytime soon, not now that I had Mori in my life, had my family in Cody and Toth, Parker and Gregoris. Absently, I petted Hela’s head, careful of her barbed ears. “What do I need to learn?”
“Everything,” Oak said deadpan.
“We’ll just start with shielding right now,” Thyme amended. “It’s one of the first things young witches learn after their spell language.”
“Spell language?” I asked, sitting forward. This was all new to me.
“You might have noticed most witches speak a different language when they cast. It’s often a language we don’t speak in daily life. Oak uses Bulgarian, for instance. At home growing up, they spoke Cantonese and Mandarin along with English. I speak German.”
“Right, so how do I know which language I’ll use? I never learned another language in school. Foster care, remember? I moved around a lot.”
Thyme’s face fell briefly, a blink and miss expression. Then he rebounded and said brightly, “Well, I’m sure it will come to you. It’s personal to each witch. Could even be completely made up from what the history texts say.”
“Should we go into the club for this? Where there’s more space?” Mori suggested.
The others agreed, which is why we found ourselves half an hour later on the dancefloor of the club with Thyme lobbing balls at my face. It was instinctive to reach inside myself and pull the magic out to protect me, just like a shield would.
What was unusual was I didn’t use any words to do it. Other witches would mutter or whisper their spell words under their breath as to not broadcast their moves. I just had to think about what I wanted. Thyme believed it was due to my insane power level and lack of formal training as a kid. Nothing to worry about, he assured me. Not really reassuring when he kept giving me the side eye. Great, so I was a freak.
“Time for something a little harder. Let’s grab a seat.” We found a booth with some seats in front of it. Thyme and Oak took the booth and left us to take the chairs. “I want you to try a glamor.”
“A glamor?”
“Yeah, so you are showing the world one thing and are really something else. Kind of like Mori’s human side or Hela’s domestic cat version.” She looked like a Savannah cat when in disguise.
“Okay, so what do I do?”
“Concentrate on what you want us to see. Pick something simple, like changing yours and Mori’sclothes.” Thyme thought for a second. “Oh! Put you two in your tuxedos from last night.”
I glared at Thyme for the reminder of what Mori had done to his tux. It was in ruins! I appreciated he’d been upset, but did he have to trash it completely?
“Fine,” I grumbled, pulling up the mental image of the tuxedos from the previous night. The image came easily. The magic flowed again without a spoken word.
“That’s great, Damon. Now I want to step it up a notch. Mori, I want you to distract Damon. While he’s trying that, Damon, I want you to hold the image and block any sounds. Okay?”
“Right,” Mori and I agreed.
Keeping the focus on what I was projecting, I attempted to ignore Mori as he slipped off the seat and onto his knees next to my chair. He let some of his demon features out. His tail flicked back and forth before heading for my crotch.
“Mori!” I gasped as he stuck a hand down my pants, letting his tail slip inside alongside it.
“Hmm, commando. Thought so. Do you think you can stop them from seeing what I’m doing to you?”
His hand slipped free while his tail wrapped itself around my cock.
“Um…” Oak raised an eyebrow at us as the image slipped a little.
“Can he hear us?” Mori whispered in my ear as his tail worked my cock. He trailed a finger down my chest, then up again under my t-shirt. His skin was always so warm. I fought back a shudder and kept tight control of the magic.
“You’re doing great, Damon. It just looks like you and Mori are sitting staring at us. To be honest, it’s a little creepy.”
It was hard, no pun intended, to listen to my new brother while Mori’s tail was wrapped around my dick. He slicked my precum down my shaft and worked it with a delicious twist that added a bite of pain that was exquisite.
“Mori,” I moaned. “Close.”
He tightened his grip as I struggled to hold onto the magic. I felt it flicker and saw the brief reaction of Thyme and Oak as they saw Mori crouched behind me, hand up my shirt tweaking my nipples as his tail jerked me off.
The picture we must have made nearly had me spilling over myself and Mori’s naughty tail. Damn, it was so hot he could do that.
