Right now, however, her eyes danced with astonishment.
With our pants around our ankles, us Rebels backed against the wall like we were before a firing squad. I didn’t know of any execution where you had a dick so enlarged that you couldn’t even hide it behind your hands.
I shuddered, and my balls drew up. I needed to come.
Not now…not now…not now…
I could tell by their strained expression and shaking legs that Sleipnir and Fox were waging the same battle.
“When you didn’t return after the Discipline Run, my mother sent me to find you.” Juni’s gaze ran dispassionately over us. “Does Professor Bacchus know that her precious Immortals behave like whores? I’d cast a Shaming Hex on my Princes if they hid in corners with their cocks out.”
I’d been jealous of the pampered Princes wing (Sleipnir told me that they had silk sheets to make nests out of and at least three times as many pillows), but their tutor made me twinge with sympathy for them, and that was a weird new sensation.
“We had a bet,” Fox bluffed.
Pathological lying was a definite turn-on.
Don’t think about his cuteness… The Duchess in suspenders kissing Damelza…
I shuddered, just managing to push myself back from the edge.
“A Dick Bet,” I shrugged my shoulder. “It’s the sort of thing that guys do, you know: my dick is longer than your dick.”
“More girth,” Sleipnir panted.
“Prettier,” Fox added.
Juni stared at us unblinkingly. “Who won?”
“I did,” we all chorused together.
Juni’s cheek twitched, then she marched closer, batting at our hands. I protested weakly but I didn’t dare move because if she even breathed on me…
Dick, are you listening? This is my stern voice. You do not have permission to come…
“I wonder if the Princes play these games?” I didn’t like the gleam in her eye. The Princes were our rivals in the academy, but I was sure that Juni only played the role of the indulgent tutor, whilst being as cruel as her ma. The Duchess had pulled the same trick. Juni scrutinized our dicks. “The incubus wins.” Of course. I grinned, but it faded at the way that her eyes lit up. She tapped my chest. “What’s the forfeit for losing the bet?”
“The losers have to ask a witch for a kiss,” I smirked.
Sleipnir gasped in outraged horror.
To my surprise, Juni smiled. “Well, pucker up.” She leaned closer to Fox as if to claim his lips, and he eeped. “My mother’s in her study. Why don’t you see what happens when you go and ask her? I’d love to see the Immortals start term transformed into frogs. Damelza has been planning such delightfully agonizing hexes.”
I was about to co-co-come…
A pearly arc burst from my pulsing dick like a gleaming fountain, before falling onto Juni’s shoe. I screamed more in pain than pleasure, collapsing against the wall. My release started off a chain reaction: Fox came longer and harder even than I had (that’d teach the whipping boy about downing potions), and Sleipnir shook, bent over, through his orgasm.
At last, when I was able to look up through my eyelashes, Juni appeared frozen in shock.
Uh-oh…
“Next time you do that, you’ll be licking it off. Clean yourself up and get back to the West Wing.” Juni turned, sweeping out of the café like three Immortals hadn’t just come on her shoes.
To be fair, the witch had class.
Sleipnir bumped my shoulder. “Kiss a witch…? That’s the volley in what I promise will be an epic dick war.”
“Get on with you, we all want to kiss Magenta.” I glanced around. “Are you here Magenta?”
Surely, three super-powered orgasms at once was enough? If we were batteries, we’d be shining bright to summon a ghost.
But I couldn’t sense Magenta. There was no smell of yew trees, icy tickle of wind, or feeling of protection and yearning.
“It didn’t work,” Fox whispered.
I wiped my tacky hand on my stomach, biting my lip.
“Why would I let some ghost in here?” Serenity’s voice was sly. “I only allow authorized Rebels. This has to be a safe space or how can you relax? As your Stress Counselor, I’d also like to point out that what you just experienced registered as pain, rather than pleasure.”
Sleipnir yanked up his trousers so quickly that I winced on his behalf. “Trolls balls, why didn’t you tell us?”
Serenity replied smugly, “You didn’t ask.”
“She’s jealous.” Fox fumbled to cover himself. “Can magically intelligent cafes get jealous? Okay, I’m having an AI moment here.”
“Of course, she’s jealous.” I ran a hand over my arse just to check that it was in perfectly pettable condition. “That’s the curse of being so slinky. But how do we summon Magenta now?”
“Who feels like a walk at midnight into the forbidden Dead Wood and then a picnic at Hecate’s Tree?” Sleipnir asked coolly.
“Honestly, you’re not selling it to me.” Fox met my gaze. “But I remember the freaky tree that appeared in the mirror. If she’s trapped in it, then I’m down with the plan. But no potions. Let’s make the pleasure real.”
I nodded.
Hecate’s Tree was sacred to the witches. Tonight, we’d break a serious rule in Rebel Academy: never go into the Dead Wood.
Chapter Eleven
MAGENTA
If there was one thing that consoled me about my ghostly existence, it was that it proved life could always be rewritten. I’d never guessed that I’d discover a second chance at love after my death.
After all, I’d gone a little crazy but I wasn’t so conceited that I’d have dreamed the Immortals would offer me their hearts, calling me with a bond that screamed home, home home… I too craved each of them with a brutal desperation, longing to show them the love that had slumbered inside me for over a century, as I’d been trapped between the veil of life and death.
Now, as I watched in shock as the incubus, god, and my sweet mage traipsed into the glade that was silent apart from my fizzing magic, laughing and joking like it was a field trip to Hecate’s Tree, I realized one thing: they were just as crazy as me.
Had they no idea how many rules they were breaking or how harsh the punishment would be if they were caught? Didn’t they understand how much they should be shielding Fox from the dangers of the academy? Then I stiffened.
Cauldrons and candles, had even Robin’s death been forgotten?
I swung on a high branch of Hecate’s tree above the Immortals’ heads. Echo and Flair flapped through the night sky, moving as shadows across the pale moon, before landing either side of me.
Flair smoothed his ruffled feathers with his beak. Then he peered down at the Immortals, who were laying out their coats, before settling uncomfortably on the charred earth.
Flair whistled. “Well, fuck me.”
I wish that I had such a way with words.
“They came for you,” Echo said, wistfully.
My breath hitched, and my nails bit into the withered branch. I’d been desperate for anyone to remember me, but I didn’t want them to endanger themselves.
I was already lost, wasn’t I?