Closing my eyes and envisioning my head laid bare against her skin, I expel a longing sigh. Miiiine. A dark demand announces, returning me to the shadows of my dorm room.
Downing what little remains of my beverage, I tread towards my bedroom, cutting off her voice with willful concentration. But it does little for those close by. “Yes…Fuck me…I want to feel you in my throat…Make me your eternal!” someone within House Death screams, nearly shattering my eardrums.
“Do you think Kyra will be at Haven’s Hole tonight? I plan on making her my thrust buddy,” another says, angering my aura.
“Who in Hades is Kyra? The mortal? Man, I’ve heard she’s letting Alex, Ethan, and Raine thrust in her. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s taking them all at once. She seems strong enough.”
Squeezing my fist as a last attempt not to end their lives, I scoff. But if these rumors sway them from acting on their impulses, for now, I’ll let it pass.
“Yes…Yes…I’m your eternal whore!”
I wave a hand, silencing the noise with magic as I cross the threshold of my room. Undoing the seal keeping my safe impenetrable, I smile as a pouch of warm blood calls out to me.
It’s been many moons since I’ve last hunted, and even longer since my fangs have pierced another fay. Their blood is spoiled with different contents they’ve ingested, and is less fulfilling. Besides, preying on another’s eternal is against the rules of vampirism. And my source has been away for far too long, leaving my supply low with four bags remaining.
I need to restock before I’m forced to partake in those unbefitting.
Piercing the bag, I feel the first drop slide down my tongue, waking my festering beast’s craving. Within seconds, my fist squeezes the now empty bag, draining every drop, and I subside my urge for more. At least for now.
Heat tingles the soles of my feet as a wrist flick removes each clothing item in tandem, leaving me nude and strutting into my bathroom. I run a hand through my tangled mane, releasing any knot or kink daring to linger, then turn my shower on until a cloud of steam shrouds my surroundings.
Showering takes more time than anticipated as Kyra holds my mind in a vice. The memory of her voice freezes me in place, and I find myself frowning, biting my lip not noticing the buildup of suds cascading down my thighs.
Fortunately, I endure with a mentally victorious battle and regain my composure. Cursing this inner beast for lingering on thoughts I would otherwise have, I exit and dry off. Before gaining any sense of control over my ligaments, my body moves on its own accord, despite the lingering excitement.
And thank the Gods my phone begins pinging with notifications. Jace posted more videos of her, and I’ve been watching them on a loop ever since.
Yasmine had them in pairs with one team defending and the other attacking, building a semblance of trust in their partner, andvice versa. She is a genius in her own right. I didn’t learn this until later in my first year, and here she is teaching it now.
I rewatch Kyra team up with a student from House Earth against another team from House Fire and Life. She defends with her signature dragon-winged shield, and what comes next is my reason for rewatching this video.
She not only placed the winged shield around them both, but her dragon scales coated over her and her partner’s clothes. Once an opportunity arose, her shield dropped, and they attacked. An elegant display of dual wielding magic caught her opponents off guard which secured their victory.
Kyra’s such a fascination to watch.I huff then glance at time, waiting for two more minutes until Rebecca announces the leading points.
I lie back, revisiting our training sessions from previous days, and pinpoint when Kyra learned of such defensive strategies. She is becoming stronger but still holding back against me. I’ll need to make our next sessions more severe.
“Twice today, Babydoll, you’ve shown me techniques not from our training. This will not stand.”
As though the Gods monitor my thoughts and are sick of seeing me tormented, my phone buzzes with her name popping up, gifting me a smile, which causes me to turn on my stomach and hide from their overbearing gaze.
BABYDOLL
Sooo yeah, Angie was as useful as a wet napkin, LOL. I’m not sure if what I’m wearing is dress code appropriate, but at least it’s cute.
I’ll admit a chuckle rushes out of me because I’ve been on the receiving end of Angie’s usefulness.
I have little doubt anything you wear will be incorrect. No dress code. What you’re wearing will be more than fine.
BABYDOLL
You say that now, but it’ll be too late for me to change once I’m there, so remember, you said it’s fine. LMAO.
Who is she planning on murdering, Angie? Me? Anyone who dares tell her to change?
You have my word, no corrections will come from me, nor anyone for that matter. No need to murder tonight.
Besides, Haven’s Hole is a neutral location. Using magic is forbidden.
