Rosemary Johns - Rebel Academy - Crush

“Like mountain pebbles in the sun. I’m amazed that you didn’t melt straight through the lake and turn into an iced god, which is a type of popsicle.” Fox ducked pre-emptively, but Sleipnir only raised his eyebrow.

I bounced onto my knees. “I’d lick one of those.”

Magenta nodded. “If you’re referring to his dick, hot or cold, it is indeed tasty.”

Sleipnir blushed. Now that was a fine sight.

Willoughby took long strides across the ice closer to us. He was humming the swooning melody of Disney’s Someday My Prince Will Come .

As Magenta told it, he already had last night.

With the way that Willoughby spun in arcing circles to the romantic jazzy song, I ached with desire for the same dream as him.

He was talented, beautiful, and kind. Yet his kingdom only thought he was a killer.

I wanted my elf now.

I cupped my hands over my mouth, before I hollered, “Hey, pointy ears, petting opportunities over here. Come and get them! Do you want to build a snowcat with us or…” How could I tempt him? This was what I’d been trained in. I knew how to turn up the incubi charm. You just had to know the right seduction. What had he fancied about me again…? “My arse is at your service for stroking or spanking, as I hear that’s what you desire.”

Willoughby stared wildly over his shoulder, lost his balance, and landed hard on his own arse.

Result.

I threw myself back happily, making a snow incubus with my arms in the snow. Then I pushed myself up, glancing at Willoughby, who was skating towards us with a frightening purpose.

I eeped .

“Spanking Service?” Fox smirked.

Willoughby bended his knees and skated to a stop, shearing off a flurry of snow from the ice. When he prowled off the lake, his skates magically melted. His power thrummed under his skin; it was electric.

“Impressive display and control,” Magenta murmured.

Willoughby inclined his head, glancing between us. “The skating helps...”

I assessed him. He could’ve forgotten about my offer. But no one forgot an incubus, right?

“You know that I want you.” Magenta rested her hand lightly on Willoughby’s chest. “I believe that there’s an incubus, attempting to escape over there, who wants you as well.”

Oh, naughty…gorgeous…perfect…Magenta.

Willoughby’s lips twitched, before his expression became shuttered and he dropped to his knees, crawling towards me like a predatory hungry blue panther.

When he smartly sat back and patted his lap like it was a cozy invitation, I swallowed.

I knew that one day my mouth would write a check that my arse couldn’t pay.

Although, my arse would be the one who was paying. But then, when had I ever turned down a petting opportunity? It’d be breaking the most fundamental of Incubi Codes like spitting on my forebears’ dicks.

Away with you, that was how they’d feel about it.

I threw myself over Willoughby’s lap, not even trying to hide my enthusiasm, and he chuckled. His thighs were all hard muscle, and his strong arms banded around my waist pulling me closer against him. I sighed at his scent of herbal tea like a wintry breeze across wild grasses.

Was it weird to feel that this was where I belonged? I was safer over an elf’s lap than I’d ever been in a succubus’ harem.

Anyway, an arse demanded what an arse demanded. There was no talking to it.

I wriggled around, and it wasn’t only to rub my hardening dick along Willoughby’s lean thighs ( promise, snicker ).

“Pet me,” I commanded.

When Willoughby rested his hand lightly on the hollow of my lower back, pushing up my blazer, I shivered. “Are you always pushy in this position? I did warn you once that calling a prince pointy ears was a serious crime.”

His smack landed with such crispness that I jumped, but I bit my lip to stop the cry.

An incubus must take punishment in silence and not affront others with ugly wailing.

Magenta clapped. “I knew that my Rebels would take their thrashings well.”

Fox coughed. “You know that you scare me sometimes…?”

I tingled with warmth from where Willoughby had slapped me. It was the delicious type of pain that radiated all the way to my dick and made my mind hazy with desire. I was starting to float. My limbs felt loose, and I let myself relax.

Again…

Instead, Willoughby stroked my arse like it was made of glass and he didn’t know how he’d ever dared to smack it.

That was right: treat the incubus with the respect he deserves.

Willoughby continued to massage my arse with tender strokes, rubbing lower onto my thighs. I stretched out in his lap like I was the cat, widening my legs to tempt him to dip his hand between them to my aching balls.

Come on…

“Now you have me for what you desire,” I panted, “you don’t need to go looking for clone love.”

The Rebel Café could produce clones. I had one of Lysander called Andro, who was submissive. I could summon Andro whenever I had the urge be in charge. I loved him, and in his own way, he loved me. It’d devastated me when Lysander had discovered about him.

Okay, it’d been a wee bit devastating for Lysander as well.

Now I was intimate petting buddies with Willoughby I understood because Willoughby had conjured a clone of me .

Could I help it if I was jealous of my own clone?

When Willoughby stopped touching me, I forced myself to halt my desperate humping. It was only polite.

“You know about Bas?” He asked with an iciness that made me wonder if this sexy spanking might turn into the type of thrashing that’d end up with Magenta disappointed in my bravery.

At the thought of her displeasure, my dick wilted.

“Lay off, I’m the one over your lap. You’re one of us now, and we don’t keep secrets.” I huffed.

When Willoughby’s fingers carded through my hair, I startled. “I beg your forgiveness. I’m truly grateful for your welcome and petting opportunity.” I rubbed my head against his hand to show that his apology had been accepted. “But Bas is… I love him, and it matters not that he’s a clone. He’s not less worthy for it. Andro isn’t the same as Lysander to you, surely?”

I snorted. “Would Lysander kneel and suck my dick?”

Magenta laughed. “Only in my wicked dreams.”

Willoughby’s fingers tightened in my hair. “I know that Bas isn’t you.” His voice suddenly became anguished, “Please don’t think that I want you only because of him or do you wish to make me choose between you?”

I wrenched my hair away from him ( ouch ), and sat up, straddling him. I placed my hands on his cool cheeks, and stared into his eyes.

Wow, they were so blue.

“Listen here, pointy ears , there’s no choosing because here’s the thing, love isn’t like punishment and reward points that get shared from one side of the board to the other. It doesn’t work in the way that the bad bastards in this academy want you to believe, where you need to pick one side and then that’s all you can have: Princes or Immortals, clones or non-clones, Rebels or Magenta…” When I glanced at her, she floated her mists towards Willoughby and me, catching us in their embrace. We clutched onto each other, as she held us, and I shuddered. Now this was where I could live forever. “We’ll never ask you to choose. You already have us, if you desire?”

Willoughby’s gaze caught Magenta’s, and his smile was soft. “I desire.”

Yet I knew that this couldn’t be forever . I belonged to the Duchess. But first, I’d make sure that this Prince escaped with the Immortals.