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Oh, gods.She is fucking herself to me, for me.I can’t cope.My clit sings, pulses.I’m going to spill over embarrassingly fast.
Lucy slides a finger inside her pussy, and I think my mind enters the celestial realm.
It takes an inconceivable feat of strength not to fling open the door and sink to my knees for her.
She draws her finger in and out and adds a second, stretching that exquisite cunt.Her pink lips swell as she continues fucking herself, her head rolls back, her mouth parts as her breasts rise and fall with her panting.But it’s the sight of rosy-pink nipples hardening despite the warm flowing water that has me tipping over into an orgasm.
I jerk against the wall, my legs jelly.
The shower turns off.
I yank my hands out of my boxers and sprint for her apartment door.
I close it behind me just as she exits the bathroom.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
The corridor seems, off.Tension cloys the atmosphere.I didn’t do what the campus wanted, and it knows.
For fuck’s sake.
Midnight,it hisses.
“I’ll get it done.You didn’t set a time limit, so arguably I have until the end of term.”
A screech follows that sounds like the creak of old floors, the hissing crackle of wood in a fire and the cawing of ravens.
Tricky.Tricky.Don’t disappoint me.
But that’s the thing.I should have done it.I should have reaped her tonight, and instead I watched her fuck herself over me.And now instead of contemplating how to reap her, all I can think about is how much I want to make her come again.How much I want to know every dirty dream and thought in her head.
And that is not good news.
20
Lucy
Before classes start, I make my way down to the demonic contracts library.Mortem follows, weaving in and out of my legs.I swear he’s trying to trip me up.The little shit strolls into the library, hops up on one of the tables, gives me the evil eye and then falls asleep.
The contracts library is located in Finis Tower’s basement and houses copies of every contract every demon has ever created.
Except one.
Mine.
The librarian insists I’m wrong and that I’ve just not searched properly.
I have.I asked Father the location of the contract once.I was eleven.It resulted in him taking his belt to my arse.It was a long time before I asked again.He caught me searching in the archives for it, and when I questioned him, he refused to engage in conversation, stating that, “it’s in the library where it should be.”And that’s the same response I’ve gotten every time since, too.
I browse the aisles for an hour every few days, my fingers running along fraying and tattered parchments.Each demon’s mark is slightly different, their contractual wording nuanced in the necromantic verbiage and grammar.It’s fascinating the ways in which demons can tie a mortal into knots.
“No joy today?”Mrs.Atasap, the contracts librarian asks.
“No joy today, or any other day,” I sigh.
“My eyes are forever open and hunting for you, dear,” she says and bids me goodbye as I leave the library and ascend Finis Tower’s staircase.
I make my way back across campus and into the Negotiations Lecture Hall.
