Page 54 of Class Studies
“Patience, Kitten,” Ashe murmured. “I’m still drawing.”
I moaned again, searching for frictions, and Ashe cursed before pressing his magic into his art. Not only did his power make my magic boil, but balls of ice sprang to life, leaving trails of dripping water as they moved over my joints and between my breasts. I shuttered and squirmed as the cool contrasted the inferno of need boiling inside me.
Ashe grunted, hauling my hands higher before thrusting forward with his hips. Still suspended by my arms, my entire body bounced. I slid up his dick before gravity pulled me back down. Our bodies came together hard, jarring my throbbing clit with almost painful pleasure. Again and again, I flew up, each time exquisite heat built in my core. His thrusts came faster as if he could knock the blood contract out of my body with enough force.
The cold balls relentlessly chased my heat, cooling and caressing my sensitive skin. They pillaged my mouth, whispering across my ear lobes before trailing down my neck to encircle my stiff nipples. I bucked and started panting Ashe’s name as he thrust. The sound of our slapping bodies was almost painful to hear, but only need, and joy filled me.
And Ashe, lots of Ashe.
Two of the cold balls made their way south and swirled my clit.
“Oh, fuck, Ashe,” I moaned. “Ashe, Ashe, Ashe….Aasshhee.”
I came hard, desperately holding back a transfer. My body tensed, my walls clamping down on the tree trunk pounding into me. The euphoria of my orgasm briefly turned the room white before overwhelming pleasure left me twitching.
Ashe let out a shout as he swelled. He let go of my arms, gripping my hips to keep me in place as his pulsing dick spilled into me, adding to my waves of pleasure. Although I’d like to say I elegantly fluttered to the ground, that would be a lie. I flopped forward, bending at the waist where he still held me firm. I writhed in blinding pleasure. My magic strained to transfer, but I held it back. A perfect soft ache pulsed around Ashe’s spent dick.
He slapped my ass and pulled out. “That’s how it’s fucking done.”
Despite not transferring, my magic settled. My shoulders ached from supporting my weight. Before I rubbed them, Ashe pulled me up. He covered my breasts with his giant arms and kissed the side of my neck. His other hand dangled in front of my crotch as if he hadn’t displayed everything as graphically as possible for the Greek God watching us.
Saffron raised an eyebrow and stepped forward. “Did you really think making Aphy scream your name would intimidate me?”
Ashe’s arm tightened. I badly wished I could see his face.
“You were one of the people who didn’t help her.” Saffron fixed his gaze on Ashe, who towered above both of us. The Greek God walked right up to me and trailed two fingers through Ashe jizz, making its way down my thighs. He brought his digits up to his face and licked between his fingers. “The game’s on, Ashe, and may the best mage win.” I trembled, and Saffron’s glowing rims turned to me. “That is if you’re okay with being the judge and the prize.”
I managed to nod. Saffron grinned so big I saw his white teeth. It looked so unnatural on his usual scowling face that I shrank away.
“I’ll be by at six to pick you up.” Saffron turned away from us. “My folks want to have dinner. Wear something nice.”
He vanished into the same secret door we’d come in.
I blinked at his backside. What the hell had I invited into my life?
* * *
I placed the worn metal bowl, imbued with the energy of generations of use, next to my sink in my tower. A little dish filled with water went into its base. The little green turtle slowly tried to climb up the bowl’s slick sides but slid back down and bumped the water. It didn’t turn to drink it, so I assumed Nitis had fed and watered it recently. I wasn’t a big baby animal person, but it was kind of cute, and green, and small, with its wobbly little walk.
For the hundredth time, Ashe grunted unhappily as he paced what felt like my tiny living space. Or maybe Ashe’s brutish presence shrank it.
After his display for Saffron, we dressed silently and walked back to my tower. He poured over my cheek, finally saying he thought Nitis’ spell might track my movements, but he couldn’t know without his tools.
“Officer Keres confiscated my kit,” Ashe snarled, pacing again.
I squeezed the bowl in front of me, knowing his anger had nothing to do with his tools. Or at least the ones he currently referred to. I giggled before controlling myself. “Did you really think you could intimidate Saff with sex?”
“I’m…” Ashe’s fists turned into claws. “Fuck, Kitten, intimidating people is what I do. I’ve got at least sixty pounds on Saffron. Fuck, my dick has to be at least a few inches bigger.”
I wrinkled my nose. “It’s less about the size and more about what you do with it.”
“That’s what dudes with little dicks say,” Ashe grumbled.
I turned back to my workstation. “Well, I’m not a dude with a little dick, but okay, God of Sex.”
Ashe made a groaning noise and started pacing faster.
“Boo Bear,” I said, trying to lighten the mood. “Professor Garnet regularly ties up Saff, and the guy’s happily watched the professor work me into a frenzy. He said they’ve shared students before me. I’m willing to bet money Saffron likes to watch as much as the professor does. You gave Saffron a show and presented him with a challenge,” I refrained from making an easy butt sex joke, “and we both know Saffron loves to win.”