Page 7 of The First Trial
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I awoke with my hips pistoning against my mattress. I had somehow turned in my sleep so I was face down against my pillow, my cock grinding into my bed as I desperately sought more friction against the sensitive protrusion.
Images of dark green hair wrapped around my fist, milky white skin, and beautifully glistening pinkness bombarded me, and I groaned. The sound was low, deep, and frustrated since my woman was no longer with me. In my dreams, I could touch her, taste her, bring her as much pleasure as she brought me, but then I would wake up, and she would slip through my fingers like the slippery sands of Siren’s Beach. It was a popular destination on the banks of the River Styx, frequented by vacationers from the House of Lust. There, the sands weren’t coarse, but smooth and pillowy, and were popular with lovers seeking added luxury to their lovemaking. It was a place I oftenenvisioned taking my sweet Human. Splaying her out near the water and fucking her into the plush sand was one of my favourite fantasies.
The memory of her still lingered. Her sweet little gasps, her wide-eyed innocence that just begged to be corrupted. Her adorable little pink tongue poking out to moisten plump, reddened lips, bruised from my kisses. Lips I wanted wrapped around my cock as she sucked. A tongue I wanted to taste my essence as I spilled down her throat.
My breath came in pants as my balls tingled, my thighs quivering with my fast-approaching release.
‘Fuuuuuck,’I moaned as spurt after spurt tore from my sacks and shot from my tip.
I collapsed down, breathing heavily as I tried to catch my breath. My releases were always insanely powerful after a night spent with my imaginary Human lover, and I didn’t care that I was now spread out on top of the wet patch. I had learned a long time ago not to bother wearing even a stitch of clothing to bed, for it would just end up covered in my sweat and my seed. It usually saved on laundry, but I was going to need to change my sheets again before tonight.
That could wait, though. My scent was beginning to overpower Qarinah’s, which was a blessing in disguise. Maybe I could sleep another night on sullied sheets if it got rid of any remnant of her.
A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts, and I hurriedly scrambled to wipe myself down and make myself presentable for when I answered the door.
‘Just a minute!’ I called, racing to stretch my shirt over my head and pull up my pants.
I ran my fingers through my sleep-mussed hair in a feeble attempt to smooth it out, but I kept catching my fingers on my horns, so I eventually gave up, checked I was at least presentableenough for polite company in the mirror, then shrugged when I saw my state of disarray. To be fair, I had just woken up. What could they really say?
As satisfied as I was ever going to be, I opened the door to Abaddon’s smiling face. A smile that did not reach his eyes and sent alarm darting through my veins, tensing my muscles as my body prepared for a threat.
‘What is it?’ I asked, choosing to forego pleasantries.
‘Classes have been cancelled for the day. An assembly has been called. All students and faculty must meet in the Atrium in an hour,’ he said, then patted me on the shoulder and moved on to the next room.
I stopped him before he could knock. ‘Why are you going room to room?’
His lips pursed in a grim expression. ‘Each floor has been assigned a supervisor. This is my assigned floor. You’ll learn more about that at the assembly.’
I nodded once, knowing asking more questions was pointless, then closed the door to finish getting myself ready. I couldn’t decide what it was that I was feeling, exactly. It could have been a remnant of my orgasm or fear for the unknown, but my stomach swooped with anticipation. Whatever was happening, I could feel it in every atom of my being that our world was about to be turned upside down.
I thought back to the woman that awaited me in my dreams and wondered, no…hopedthat the impossible would come true and the coming events would somehow bring her into existence. I chose in that moment to believe. In her, in us, and in a future where we were more than just a few stolen moments inside my head.
Was I being delusional? It was highly likely, but I didn’t care. I had been plagued by what I longed for beingjustout of reach forso long now that I couldn’t help but latch onto the possibility of my dreams coming true.
I didn’t know why my thoughts took such a turn. It was dangerous to hope for a make-believe future, but I simply couldn’t help myself. My intuition was screaming at me that this was it. This was my chance to find her, to make my dreams a reality.
I could feel it.
Chapter 3
Juniper
Ihad to wait until the rest of the dorm had cleared out before I could sneak out of Oz’s room. The spell ensuring we kept our connection a secret forced me to take drastic measures to remain hidden as I snuck out, which was why I was currently climbing through a window, rope attached firmly around my midsection as I prepared to scale the back of the building where the rest of the academy couldn’t see. You know, since they were all gathered to gawp at the giant black structure on the other side.
My foot slipped on a particularly slippery brick, becauseof courseit had rained last night, and I cursed as I scrambled to regain purchase. I cursed my current predicament, the spell that was causing said predicament, and the strange events that were happening. It would have been foolish to believe that a bright light, a loud noise, and a mysterious mountainous structure would be the end of it. No, something big was happening. Something none of us could have ever predicted.
But what?
And why couldn’t it have waited until I was back in my own apartment?
I was just as eager as everyone else to get a closer look at the strange new addition, but I was stuck escaping Oz’s dorm building like a damn thief who accidentally fell asleep on the job. Even the sun was out to get me. It shone directly on me (and in my eyes) like a damn spotlight to not only highlight how much I wasn’t supposed to be there, but to make the task even more difficult.
Thanks, Sun. Much appreciated.
We were going to have to find a better way to end our Friday night sleepovers, because this was getting ridiculous.
