Why had I ever told Magenta that I could survive this? Oh yeah, cockiness and male pride.
I grimaced. Brilliant.
The truth was that I didn’t truly believe that Magenta would be able to rescue me in time. You’d better sue my furry ass again.
Ezekiel slumped onto his ass, leaning against the wall. There was no one to pretend courage to anymore, only the pussy that he’d placed on his lap, and we were a dead man and his pet walking now.
That was the truth.
I trembled, and he scratched behind my ear.
All of a sudden, his wings flared with violet light; their tips pulsed.
“Better?” Ezekiel cradled one of his wings close, before scooping me onto his soft feathers. “I should’ve adapted the environment to suit your needs. Unfortunately, all the drama of our impending deaths scattered my usual strategies.”
Had he seen my file and knew about the attic? Had he looked at the baby photos with me in diapers?
Was a cat able to flush?
These were the times that I regretted how little I’d been allowed to see myself in mirrors. On the scale of our problems (from numb asses from sitting on a stone floor to being unable to breathe), it didn’t rate high.
But still…diapers.
I thwapped my tail side-to-side but couldn’t resist snuggling further into the nest of Ezekiel’s wing and sniffing its delicious tangy, citrus scent. Ezekiel sighed, resting his head against the wall and stroking his strong fingers down my back. I purred, kneading him with my paws.
Ezekiel winced, but when I glanced at the hardness tenting his pants, I realized that it hadn’t been with pain.
I did have one adorable furry ass.
Pink spread down Ezekiel’s neck and chest. “Let’s…hmm…put you somewhere less…sensitive, kitty.”
Hiding in my shifter form was just another type of lie.
In a spray of glitter, I transformed back into a man, who was now sprawled in his professor’s lap. So, a man could definitely flush.
Ezekiel caught me around the waist, before I toppled over, and for a moment, we stared intently into each other’s eyes.
Awkward.
It looked like I could embarrass myself in any social situation. It was a talent.
I attempted to wriggle off Ezekiel’s lap (I could pull off Bask’s sexy lap dismount), but Ezekiel firmly banded his arms around me, holding me in place.
I ducked my head, fiddling with the hem of Ezekiel's harem boy pants. "Well, that just happened. I mean, we just got walled up, then I panic transformed into a cat, and now I'm sitting in your lap like a..." Mouth, on Pan's golden cock, stop rambling humiliating small talk before I ban you from talking for...at least five minutes. My mouth snapped shut. I'd never been shocked into silence before, but then my threat had been harsh. Five minutes, who was I kidding that I could manage that without a gag? I prodded Ezekiel's stomach. "Ehm, sorry for getting you walled up alive."
As apologies went, that was weak.
He waved it away. "Today isn't going according to my expected schedule but then, it rarely does in this academy. I'd believed that the story of the original mage being walled up here was a myth. Yet once, I'd believed that about Magenta herself. In her lively rebellious self, she disproves that."
I bit my lip. I yearned to know about Magenta's first love who'd been a mage like me. He'd taken his last breaths here, the same as me. My skin tingled.
I could almost feel him.
"Who was he?" I asked.
"The tale goes that he was a powerful shimage like you." I jolted. My connection to the last mage to be allowed into the academy (the only other shimage who I'd directly heard of), shuddered through me. Why were we so hated? "It's the original love story. A witch and a mage fall in love. When the mother and Principal discovers them together..."
He trailed off. Yeah, I knew the rest.
For the first time, I understood that this was harder on my lovers than it was for me. I only had to suffer the punishment, but they had to witness, as I suffered it.
What if this had been done to any of them?
My eyes widened. Were my lovers still be on the other side of the wall?
I leaned over Ezekiel, and he let out an oomph, as I could've...okay, as I definitely...kneed him in the balls.
I scrabbled with my nails on the crumbling stone. "Magenta!" I hollered.
Could she hear me?
Pan's balls, how worried in that adorable I'm going to tear up the entire academy by its roots way of hers was she? Don't let her have self-combusted in a flurry of snow. Would the stress make Bask permanently unpettable? Although, that thought was sacrilege. What if Sleipnir savaged Lysander's gorgeous wings in his grief?
I had to save them from themselves.
My pulse pounded, and my throat was dry. "I'm alive," I called. Well, that rated highly in the Dumb Things to Shout to Your Loved Ones. If I'd been dead, I wouldn't have been screaming to them, would I? But it was difficult to think of reassurances under pressure, and the last time that I'd tried this, it hadn't ended well. "Just...don't worry."
So, that was Number Two on the list.
Ezekiel snatched my hands, pulling me back into his lap. "You're bleeding." I stared dazedly at my broken fingernails. "Plus, they can't hear you; it's part of the spell. In the past, they walled up whole groups of prisoner mages in the walls of this castle. It would've been distracting for the witches if they'd been able to hear them begging for mercy or shouting obscenities." I shivered. I hated to hear about other mages being hurt. Ezekiel glanced at me in surprise. "Doesn't Bacchus teach you anything in her lessons about the spells that live in this castle?"
"Live?" I asked.
"Spells and hexes are alive in a way," Ezekiel's eyes burned in the dark, "as much as we are or were, I guess."
I snorted. "Do you need a pint of bitter to down your bitter pill, professor?"
Ezekiel arched his brow. "Don't bother yourself; I've already swallowed it, since you students have killed me."
Ouch, that was my furry ass spanked. I hoped not literally because with the muscles in Ezekiel’s arms, it wouldn't be the sensual stroking that Willoughby gave Bask down by the lake.
"Does sorry cover it again?" I ventured.
I didn't expect the chuckle. "Killed by a pussy... My Glory in Angel World would die with shock."
I choked on my own tongue. The professor had made a sexy innuendo and it looked like he was probably more into sucking Ambrose in the common room than tonguing Bacchus.
My brain froze just for a moment on the image of Ezekiel on his knees before the dominant fae. Ambrose stroked Ezekiel's cheek, as he thrust his dick into his mouth with long, deep thrusts.
It'd have to be that way around because with Ambrose's sharp pearly teeth, he'd do more than graze Ezekiel's dick if he tried to push inside those plush lips. Unless, fae had developed a special method…? After all, I doubted that an entire race didn't suck each other off.
Was Sex in Different Supernatural Races an area of study because I'd be up for that.
"Did I short-circuit your brain?" Ezekiel asked worriedly, shaking me. "You've been staring off blankly for over a minute with this funny little smile. On my feathers, Ambrose should be here. He always seems to know how to talk to you students. But me...?"