Rosemary Johns - Rebel Academy - Crush

I was surprised that the bad bastard hadn’t included Compulsory Wanking. Away with you, it was a brilliant way to relieve stress, and it strengthened your sperm into wee Supermen…or Spermen.

Seriously, I was taught about that in the harem. Incubi Sex Education was thorough and practical.

I shuddered. Still, I didn’t need to be told to relax. Rule 29 of the Incubi Code stated: Relax, you’ve already done the hard work to look this good.

Wait, if it was a rule, then maybe I did need to be told…?

I snorted, running my fingers through my shiny hair.

Yep, I did look this good.

At least Compulsory Relaxation meant that Magenta had been allowed to lead us Immortals out of the castle and into the crisp air of the grounds. Fox was wrapped in Sleipnir’s spare woolen coat. There was no Juni around to insist that Fox freeze. Sleipnir’s expression softened, every time that Fox sniffed at the collar like Sleipnir’s scent made him feel safe.

Inside, it’d felt suffocating, just waiting for the mission to start. Outside, I’d looked up at the gray sky and the spires of non-magical Oxford. It was possible to remember that there was a free world outside the trials, rivalries, and missions.

I’d taken deep lungfuls of air, which smelled fresh and as untamed as the grounds. As I’d settled on my sexy arse beside the lake, and the snow had crunched beneath me like a blanket, the ancient magic from the Dead World pulsed. All of a sudden, I’d felt it twisting deep inside me that there was so much more at stake here than my own slinky self, the professors, or the princes ( remarkable, snicker ).

Magenta was the academy, nature, and death. If we broke the curse, then we’d save her, free all the Rebels forever, and close down the darkest academy in the supernatural world.

I’d bitten my lip to hide its tremble because I’d never be free. My place was as an obedient freak of a bonded at the Succubus Court. But here’s the thing, love was eternal to an incubus. It was this whole thing . So, I’d never stop loving Magenta, and if I died for her this afternoon, then at least the Duchess would never touch me again.

As long as all my Immortals were safe, I’d burn myself to death.

Come on now, what’s not romantic about that?

I peeked at Magenta, who lay with her head on Sleipnir’s lap. He stroked his fingers through her hair. His own hair was candy pink and longer than normal in soft waves, which must mean that this relax thing was working. Perhaps, I should order him around more to bring out this calm side: Compulsory Petting or Compulsory Cuddling.

Didn’t I already do that?

Fox shivered next to me, scooping snow up with his bare hands, which were slowly turning blue. I frowned. He needed gloves, a scarf, and proper boots. Whipping Boy Care was harder than it looked. His curls fell over his eyes, as he knelt up with intense concentration, building a snowman.

Wait, a snow cat .

Mist was curled sleepily on Magenta’s delicious tits (totally wasting sucking opportunities by nuzzling against them with the occasional satisfied snort), with a flamboyant pink tail and mane.

Magenta glowed with a matching pink aura like she couldn’t stop her magic overflowing. She’d been the same ever since she’d returned at dawn from sleeping in Willoughby’s bed.

Who was I kidding? From kissing, cuddling, and screwing the elf.

I scrunched up my nose, pouting.

Guilt had caused the nasty squirmy sensation in my guts after the Stop Game, and I’d been the incubus who’d insisted that she save Willoughby . It was hot to imagine the way that her mists had wrapped around his dick because she’d shared all the details, until Sleipnir had growled and dragged her down between us Immortals like we needed to claim her from the Princes again. Yet she’d refused to tell us anything else that she’d witnessed in the Princes’ Wing.

Even the best incubus could only feel so guilty, however, and Magenta hadn’t just been wham, bam, thank you prince .

She’d stayed with Willoughby, until he’d drifted to sleep in her arms. Jealousy was unattractive in an incubus, but I still shook with it because I was jealous of both of them.

I slid my hands down to my slim waist. Magenta had been insisting on more food for me over the last couple of days. I’d indulged without thought to my trimness.

Had I broken the cardinal Night Code and become less pettable?

I gasped, shooting Magenta another look. What if I dyed my hair sky-blue…?

I moistened my plush lips, preparing myself for a seduction. This was my talent. Time for a Bask Attack.

If we survived, Magenta would want me in her arms tonight.

I crawled towards Magenta with a deliberate swing to my hips. My ruby eyes glittered. I leaned over Magenta like I was going to kiss her, and her breath stuttered. At the last moment, however, I pulled back.

“Prick tease,” Sleipnir muttered, fondly.

Away with you, I didn’t imagine the fondly.

“But I don’t have a prick to tease…” Magenta’s brow furrowed.

I peeked at her from underneath my eyelashes, then slinked down, until my lips were closer to an even more tempting part of her. “If it pleases you, I can improvize.”

I pressed my mouth along her thigh and then inward, as she quivered. Sleipnir wasn’t the only one with a talented tongue.

Suddenly, Magenta squawked, sitting up. Her magic sparked, prickling my nose. I fell backward onto my arse.

Fox chuckled.

She’d repelled a Bask Attack…? I must’ve become less pettable. Did she still even want me? Did I not please her anymore?

I whined, as my own biology punished me even at the thought. Well, that was a boot to the balls.

“Stop panicking,” Magenta’s voice was quiet but commanding. It shot tingles right through me. I liked that. I also loved the way that her magic now stroked over me in apology. “You’ll forever please me. Forgive my magic, you simply startled me. Your hand went straight through Flair, and his insult was rather colorful.”

My eyes widened, and I straightened myself with a toss of my head.

That she was pleased with me, sparkled like champagne bubbles, feeding me with pleasure.

“Your familiars are here…?” Sleipnir blinked. “When did Tweedle Dee and Tweele Dum arrive?”

Magenta grimaced. “They were scouting for me to find out about the mission, but Flair has just informed me that if you refer to him as a character from Alice in Wonderland again, then he’ll stick his beak right up your rabbit hole .”

“He needs his beak washing out with soap,” Sleipnir muttered.

I bounced onto my knees. “Go on, call them the Cheshire Crows!”

Magenta fixed me with a stern glare. “Flair says that your rabbit hole isn’t safe either.”

I squeaked but then narrowed my eyes. “You’re making it up.”

Magenta waved an airy hand. “My familiars flapped across the lake and joined us about half an hour ago. They’re snuggling on my lap right now. Flair is creatively universal in his insults.”

I arched my brow.

I wouldn’t be intimidated by a witch and her invisible familiars. Then my shoulders slumped. Magenta had nothing to fear from me but multiple orgasms, and she knew it.

Magenta’s expression gentled. “Echo is too busy to join in the threats because he’s been singing his elf victory song. He has a charmingly unique voice.” Then she sang so off-key that my ears ached, “ Screw the elf, save the world. Screw the elf, save the world. Screw the el —”