Rosemary Johns - Rebel Academy - Crush

I'd never believed it possible to come untouched, before. Until now.

I traced my hand down his muscles, pausing only to lean forward to lick at his nipples. My hair swept across his skin, and he jumped like he'd been tickled.

"Who wouldn't want to find this incubus underneath their tree?" Bask rolled his hips.

I tightened my hold around his prick, before sitting up and rubbing its silky head along my inner thigh. I gasped at the sensation at the same time as Bask.

"What fun I'd have playing with you." I slid my hand lower to cup his balls.

His beauty burned me, as he murmured, "If you wish, I'm whatever you desire."

Our desires are deadly. But pleasure called to pleasure.

I crushed my mouth to Bask's, curling my tongue around his. My black mists slipped down his body to bind around his prick and balls.

I'd never let him go.

Cresting waves crashed through me. Again, and again, and...

As I clenched, caught in the intensity of the spasms wracking me, Bask's prick pulsed in the hold of my mists. His cum fed my pleasure, and in the cycle of our passion, I lost control. My magic spread in pink brambles that grew Sleeping Beauty style out of the castle walls around the bed, until Bask and I were safe inside their thick tangle.

Yet there was no true protection from Damelza, Hecate, or the world outside.

But just for now, sweet Hecate, give me this.

I ripped my mists away from Bask, solidifying back to my human legs again, so that I could wrap them around Bask, as I gripped his cheeks and kissed him. I wanted nothing but the taste of coco and almonds.

Always.

I'd told him not to say it, but my answer was: always .

If saving Bask meant that I became Sleeping Beauty to Bask's new Prince in the safety inside the glowing womb of my magic, then I chose always to dream.

Why couldn't I dream just a little longer?

Yet broken broomsticks, even I could see the thorns in the brambles, as they curled around the frosty columns. In truth, was it I who trapped the students in the academy, as much as the wards themselves? After all, it was my Blessedly Charmed magic that’d set them, even if I'd been no more than a baby in a cradle.

The room shook, darkened to hazy magenta. Bask and I clung to each other; our pleasure fed each other’s. Bask’s eyes glowed with predatory power.

Did anything outside our love and this cool, tea scented chamber even exist?

Peck, peck, peck.

When I broke the kiss, Bask was dazed. His skin gleamed with sweat. My brambles drew back, filtering in light that made me blink, as something tore at them with a sharp beak.

"What's wrong?" Bask's voice was slurred like he'd been drugged.

Peck, peck, peck.

The hole in the brambles grew. My magic drew back, shivering.

" Stop destroying this infernal academy with your Muff of Doom, boss ," a loud London voice called.

Then a crow's beak poked through, snapping with a loud click of disapproval.

My head felt like it was stuffed full of cotton wool, whereas the rest of my body felt filled with something far more pleasurable. I magicked myself back into my clothes. "My...what?"

Why was English so hard to understand all of a sudden? And why was a second beak and two sets of beady eyes now peering through at us, as I slipped Bask's prick back into his pants. I enjoyed the way that he gasped, as it rubbed against the stiff material.

" Your Deadly Quim, Dominator Cocklane, Cu -"

"I assure you that I have it under control, Flair," I said, hastily.

" You have his prick under control ." Flair flapped his wings. " He's been dying for want of a fuck for days ."

As my magic faded, and the room stopped shaking, my mind cleared. How could I've forgotten (even for a moment), my crow familiars and twins, Echo and Flair? They'd been burned alive with me and had been my only company in Hecates' tree for over a century. Together, we'd gone a little crazy. Even though I was now half witch, they were still all ghost and only visible to me.

That sort of thing tended to bond you.

Flair swooped to settle on my shoulder. I winced, as his scaly claws bit into my skin, even through the velvet of my dress. His brother, however, tumbled into my lap in a magenta feathery bundle. He let out a series of rambling clicks, and I stroked over his wings, which were as sensitive as a fae's. Then I cuddled him because despite everything, I never wanted to forget him or the world, again.

"Are those pesky crows here now?" Bask snatched the pillows around himself like he expected the familiars to steal his nest at any moment.

" I'll show him pesky when I peck off his cock and balls and turn them into an ice sculpture for the Princes ." Flair cawed. " Ask him if he likes being a crow's bitch ."

"I most certainly shall not," I hissed.

" By my blood, are you quite well? " Echo tilted his head, studying me, anxiously. “ I couldn’t sense you like you’d faded again. Don’t leave me. I need you.”

Would Bask give up just one of his pillows for Echo ? "Trust me, it's all right."

Bask straightened his tie. ""Away with you, that was better than all right. A screw with an incubus of the Night Lineage is epic."

" Epic bollocks. " Flair pointed his wing at Bask. " Does this idiot know how dangerous a fuckathon between a crazy —"

"But ours ," Echo interrupted, fondly.

I wasn't entirely certain that was better.

"...crazy pleasure Ghost witch (who's ours ) and a touch deprived incubus is? " Flair demanded.

Bask's brow furrowed. "Are they talking about me?"

I wished that I'd paid more attention to my father, Byron's, skill at diplomacy or how to hold two conversations at once. "They believe that you’re dangerous."

"Of course I’m dangerous. " Bask smirked like it was a badge of honor.

I huffed. "By Hecate, that's not awfully helpful. Look, we didn't...screw...we just..."

" Screwed like bunnies who’ve just discovered espressos in their annual spring fuckathon ," Flair amended. " We heard you, boss, with the moaning and the ah, ah, ah ... "

I flushed.

When Bask did up the buttons of his shirt. I cursed each one of those buttons that they hid his skin from me. I couldn't help that I took it personally. Perhaps, I understood a little of why Lysander kept his whipping boy naked: all that gorgeous skin to see and touch when he wished.

Except, with Bask it'd be willing. If I suggested he strip and go around naked, I'd never be able to get him back into clothes.

Modesty, your name was not incubus.

"Here's the thing, I'm grateful that your familiars rescued us, but how did they know that we were here?" Bask did up the last traitorous button on his shirt.

"You weren't hoping to discover Willoughby in the showers by any chance?" I raised my eyebrow.

" I always hope to catch the pretty elf singing in the showers, watch him soaping, or catch a glimpse of his beautiful prick ." Echo rubbed his head against my hand, innocently. " When he sings, it's like waterfalls cascading down my spine ."

" Apart from my brother's princely darling, we heard that you'd gone on the run with one of the Rebels and then lost yourself somewhere in the academy. " Flair swooped to the headboard, settling down. His eyes glinted. " You know that a crow flies faster than these witch bitches. But they’ll find you. "

Unfortunately, I knew that he was right.

Bask slid one of the pillows that he was jealously guarding to the side and pulled out a book. It was bound with crystal. I'd never seen anything like it. It must be elven and ancient.