Rosemary Johns - Rebel Academy - Curse

That would be a fine thing.

My forehead ached with a brutal pounding. I couldn't force open my eyes. Yet I was lying on something warm and soft, snuggled in a nest of... pillows . I could spot a pillow anywhere: it was my Pillow Gift. I was talented ( of course, snicker ).

I was also naked .

I wriggled my bare arse into the satin pillows, while curling my bare toes to sneakily edge another pillow closer because multi-tasking was winning .

My hazy mind was a wee bit unclear how I’d ended up in this luxury, but still, I had to admit that this was top level incubus care.

My brow furrowed (and frowning knocked whole points off my Pettability Level). Hadn't I been frozen before and frightened...? Then I was chilled with terror because my mind cleared, and I remembered...

I'd been bouncing on the bed, as Sleipnir had paced from one side of the Immortals’ bedroom in the West Wing to the other, waiting for the return of my foxy. I had this whole welcome home whipping boy planned, which would've been brilliant and involved dicks, sucking, and long, sweet kisses. Nile would've even cuddled him for ten...five... a whole minute .

I'd never allowed anyone to cuddle Nile before.

Did Fox think that he was just anyone ? Silly human.

But then, I was the silly incubus who hadn't understood just how much Fox meant to me. I'd suffer an eternally unpettable arse for him. That's how serious I was about our love.

Unexpectedly, the Duchess had stalked into my bedroom like a violation. She’d barely glanced at me, as if my hair had become lank, and ordered me to pack because it was time to return to the incubi harem .

Despite everything, she still hadn't broken me because the love from the week that I'd spent with Fox, Slippy, and Magenta had warmed me inside. The memory would be my shield, which I'd hold deep within myself.

No one could break it.

My lovers had already saved me. I'd love them to the end for it.

Always.

What more could an incubus wish for?

As I'd struggled after the Duchess through the snowy courtyard, however, Magenta had been at the window of the Bird Turret like my wicked fairy godmother, lighting it up, and a new bond had shot through me.

Here’s the thing of it, Magenta’s claim shouldn't have been possible. Succubi could bond with anyone they desired, but full incubi were only meant to bond with succubi.

It'd be another bastard control issue like forcing us to wear gloves to regulate our skin-to-skin contact. Perhaps, succubi had a terrible fear of our seductive powers or simple dick envy. After all, they waved their tails around an awful lot like they were compensating for something.

How powerful was Magenta that she'd broken the bonding rule?

My rebel Magenta.

I scrunched up my nose, and the scent of the wild woods wound around me. The new pink magic that entwined inside me reached out like ivy to the aroma of yew trees in greeting. Suddenly, I was flooded with energy, and my eyes shot open.

I gasped, as my gaze met Magenta's. She caged me beneath her, hovering above. Her soft hair veiled my cheeks. Her gaze was searching.

She was stunning and my bonded.

Please, let her allow me to love her... truly love her ...as a bonded. The Duchess never had. This sexy body couldn't take being rejected twice.

I had seen myself in a mirror, after all.

I raised my hand to my hair, smoothing it down because there was always time to look your best.

Shininess of hair:9/10

Pettability of Arse:10/10

I could work with that.

"Morning, sleepyhead. We must stop meeting like this." Magenta grinned.

"Away with you, I vote for all meetings being bare arsed in a pillow nest. These are mine now, right?" I burrowed deeper into the pillows.

Magenta laughed. "I pity the person stupid enough to attempt to take them away from you."

My clever Magenta. Fear the mighty incubus.

I nodded, determinedly. "Anyway, it's like this, see, we're bonded now," I rolled my hips against hers, and she gasped, "and that means, if you wish, we're together—"

"Always." Magenta ran her thumb over my lips, before kissing against the corners of my smile as softly as if I was the most precious thing that she'd ever touched ( obviously ). "And forever."

"What happened to not saying always ?"

She froze, and her gaze flicked to a book that was covered in red feathers. Note to self: remind Fox not to piss her off enough to end up shaved and with his creamy fur stuck to her schoolbooks.

Magenta stroked my cheek. "I learned that some things...some people...are worth dying for. I've foolishly failed to understand death, despite haunting the veils."

Troubled, she pushed away from me. I struggled up onto my elbows amongst the pillows. I realized that I was in the Dreaming Space. It was a small chamber, which was veiled in cobwebs with a low arched ceiling and no windows. It was the highest part of the castle, which tingled with ancient magic. It was lit by Magenta's magic along the beamed roof like constellations of pink twinkling stars. It was morning, but we were lost in our own night.

Magenta's power was nature, and larger than the world.

"You know, Damelza got quite red with rage like she’d forgotten how to ride her broomstick and ended up inserting it in the most painful way," Magenta said, thoughtfully. I winced. "Still, I insisted that we follow your traditions. We're bonded, and that means we’re entitled to a First Night together. Why should a little thing like the sun stand in the way of consummating our bond?"

Her magical stars flared brighter in the black of the roof sky.

I shuddered at the memory of my original First Night with the Duchess. I hugged my arms around myself. In my first bond, I'd been stuck in a loveless relationship. But this time, I’d do everything in my slinky power to make certain that there'd be nothing but love, and no ghosts from my past would haunt that.

Magenta traced her finger over the initials MR, which were carved looping into the wood (Magenta had carved them there as a kid, along with her best friend). I shivered because I could feel him , tickling down my neck.

How could I sense this man who she’d loved and lost over a hundred years ago in the sudden chill? Why were Magenta’s eyes dazed like she was lost in her own memories?

My sexy self wasn't losing the woman who I loved to her ghosts on our First Night together. For the first time in longer than I could remember, I was claiming something for myself alone.

This incubus didn't do ignored.

I narrowed my eyes, before pushing myself onto all fours. My dick hardened, and my skin tingled.

My Magenta was all mine this morning, and I was all hers.

I crawled towards her with a sinful slink of my hips. Her eyes widened at my predator approach.

As I said, my clever Magenta.

I pressed my hands onto her hips without breaking eye contact, before swooping in as if to kiss her good bits, but at the last minute licking up her clothed stomach instead. Who am I kidding, there wasn’t any part of her that was bad , even if she was the academy’s wicked witch.

She let out a puffed breath of disappointment. Cute .

I grinned against her stomach, before kissing between her gorgeous tits, and teasing along the line where cloth met pale skin.

"So, what did happen last night?" I asked.

Magenta huffed. "Could we not discuss that at a more convenient time?"

She was adorably flushed, and wasn't thinking about anything but the path of my tongue up her neck.