Rebel Academy: Crush

Chapter Seven SLEIPNIR

I bared my teeth, as my balls ached and my dick pulsed against my thigh.

I was going to wreck Fox.

"It's quite the consolation to see that you entertained yourselves without us.” Magenta slammed through the door with Bask. “We were concerned that you'd have been weeping in the blackest despair."

I twisted so fast to them that my neck hurt.

Fox's grin was both shy and radiant; it tugged at something buried inside me. It was the same instinct that’d made me swear on the World Tree to protect cub forever

Forever was a hell of a long time for a god. Yet Magenta had proved that death didn't mean the end of a human's need for love.

It was only the beginning.

Fox flung himself off the bed and bounded to Magenta, grabbing her around the waist and melting against her in that breath-taking way of his, as she in turn wrapped her arms just as tightly around his neck. Then he spun her like he could still hear the music, and she laughed.

I'd never heard such a beautiful sound.

"I was sunk in despair. I've been making plans to poke out my eyes with a brooch like Oedipus." When Magenta grimaced, Fox peppered kisses down her neck. There was my hot pathological liar. Did he even pause for breath? "Okay, okay, I was actually going to drown myself like Ophelia, but then, I thought since walling mages up alive was so popular—"

Magenta dragged Fox to a stop, bopping him on the nose with an accusing finger. "Don't ever talk so lightly of such cruelty."

Fox's face fell, before he nodded. Then he kissed Magenta's forehead in apology. "No killing the cute foxy...or mages...got it."

I attempted to play it cool unlike Fox, as I pushed myself up. I was the son of Loki and not a new student who'd spent as many years trapped in an attic, as I'd spent in the beds of human women. Although, looking back now, I wasn't certain that I’d had the best deal.

I attempted to act my indolent self, however, until Mist betrayed me (the magical asshole, even if he was only reflecting my own asshole emotions). He poked his head out of my pocket, and his eyes were bright with excitement, as he whinnied, calling out to his friends in greeting.

Bask grinned. "You are pleased to see us. Pet me."

How could I resist Bask?

Magenta appeared composed (and stunning), but Bask's blazer was rumpled. His shirt was also done up wrong and missing a button, like he'd been distracted or somebody else had dressed him.

My hands clenched into fists, and I growled.

Someone had been playing without permission.

I strode to Magenta, dragging her away from Fox. Her eyes widened, as she steadied herself with her palms against my chest. Then I kissed her like I'd longed to in the desperate hours that I hadn't been able to feel her magic: passionate, hard, and savage. She thrummed through me.

I loved her power. She could wreck this academy and everyone in it, if we found a way to unleash it.

That was such a turn-on.

When I pulled back, Magenta was flushed and panting. Her gaze was hazy as it met mine. Then I twisted to Bask whose dick already tented his pants.

He always loved to watch.

But then, Bask reached for me and all of a sudden, his hand was clasping mine.

How had Bask broken the setting in the brands that should’ve stopped us touching?

I clutched Bask by the neck, pulling him into just as deep a kiss as Magenta’s had been. He whined against my mouth. Magenta's hand rested lightly on my ass, tracing circles. I shivered at the scent of the yew trees, as it melded with the taste of coco and almonds.

Then I tore Bask's blazer off his shoulders, tossing it across the room, before ripping away his shirt that somebody else had touched and desecrated.

Bask was mine. I shared him with my lovers but no one else.

Bask’s dick hardened further in his pants.

Mine...only mine...

Bask’s gloved hand stroked down my cheek. "Magenta and I are safe. Do you want to check my balls too? They still have your name on them in marker pen. You can stop growling now, Slippy."

Was I growling?

I forced myself to calm, shaking the spikes from my hair and slowing my breathing. "Your balls sound good. Take off your pants." Then I glanced over my shoulder at Magenta. "By the runes, what happened? How can I touch him?"

Magenta cocked her head, watching as Bask slipped out of his pants and underwear with a deliberately sexy wiggle. His clothes pooled at his ankles. Without having to ask, he turned around to show off his ass. He loved a petting tribute, so I didn't restrain myself from stroking its smooth perfection.

Incubi had fine asses.

Magenta didn't appear to be able to look away from Bask's ass either. Well, she wasn't dead. Huh, look at that, she was dead and the incubi power still worked. "I stole Bask from the barbarous Principal. Then we fell through darkness, broke the hex, escaped and got caught again. The end."

"Wow, what a storyteller," Fox smirked.

Magenta inclined her head. "My thanks. Flair and Echo tell me many saucy stories, but it's been a long since I've heard one that didn't end in cum."

Fox pinked.

Bask arched like he was the feline, as my hand continued to circle his ass, inviting me between his legs with a teasing look over his shoulder. When I dipped my hand to rub his balls, he trembled. "This tale started with cum. I marked one of the Princes and decided to claim another."

Hold the frost giant by the cock, what…?

Fox froze. "Please tell me that you're talking in metaphors."

I withdrew my hand so quickly from Bask's balls that he almost fell on his face.

Either they'd come across the Princes in the search and in a sudden fit of passion forgotten all rivalries and screwed...

Let there be an or.

Why couldn't I think of an or...?

On fear of Ragnarok, brain get with working out how my lovers could've ended up spraying cum over Lysander. Dwarf's on a pike, it'd better be Lysander because at least then I could forever have that image to chuckle at. I'd bet that he wrinkled his nose and muttered about the affront to his dignity throughout the whole time his face was splattered.

Bask studied the way that my lips curled into a smile, before giving a knowing wink. "We fell into the Princes' bedroom."

I was relieved and disappointed. It was the same mix of angry and weirdly turned-on that I felt around the Princes like I wanted to wreck them in any number of ways. Yet some of them would be fun for both of us.

I sighed. "Tell me that you claimed the elf and not the asshole fae."

Bask turned to me with a flourish that made his gorgeous dick bounce in the most distracting way. "Maybe."

Fox crossed his arms. "And the Duchess…? I can literally tell when you're hiding something, even if you cut your story down to an elevator pitch."

Magenta and Bask exchanged a glance.

Bask's tongue darted out to wet his lips, before he nodded at Magenta like whatever he had to say was too painful.

Magenta answered, crisply, "She'll be back on Sunday. Damelza’s villainous threat is to cast me out and wall Fox up alive if Bask doesn't behave."

When Fox paled, Magenta clasped his hand.

"Behave?" My gaze shot to Bask, who'd turned away and was bustling around the bedroom, collecting up the crumpled uniforms from the floor, which I’d discarded earlier in the evening. He smoothed them out, folding them with loving care and putting them on the desk like he couldn't leave Fox and me alone without him and it was his job to care for us. Except, it was. He'd cared for me and Hector ever since he'd been sent here by the Duchess last term. Our uniforms fit as neatly on top of each other's, as we fitted together. Bask looked out for us because he loved us but he didn't submit to others. "When has Bask ever behaved?"

Fox flopped to the floor in a dramatic heap. "I'm dead."

Bask turned to me with such predator rage that I took a step back. I was a jackass. "Would it please you to get hard every time that you say the word professor?"

I blanched; Odin's cock, he was pissed at me. "Woah, I must've mistaken behave with misbehave. You're one good incubus."

Bask preened. "I do have a fine and pettable arse. And..." He held up his finger. How could he look so serious standing with his dick out? "...I love both Magenta and Fox. I can behave in any way that the bad bastards desire to save them. If they only let me love them..."

Fox and Magenta swept to Bask, cuddling him, until there was no doubt left how much he was loved.

I hoped that he could believe it. I wished that I could love in their easy way. But I was a monster. I didn’t get to love like that.

My eyes smarted with tears, and I forced myself to walk away from something that I longed to join. Instead, I tapped against the far wall. "If you're done cursing me out and cuddling, we need a plan. Honestly, I kind of think that we need to face each task as we reach it. First, we save Fox."

"Why's fox hunting such a popular witch sport?" Fox mumbled with his curly head still rested on Bask's shoulder.

"Because you're the whipping boy...?" Bask pinched Fox's ass, and he yipped.

"If we don't win tomorrow..." I clenched my jaw.

Fox burrowed closer onto Bask's shoulder like he truly could protect him. "I die," he whispered.

"Then after the thrills of Torment Thursday, we go on the mission." Magenta gripped Bask's hand tightly. "Lest we forget, this academy nonsense is a front for training us into supernatural assassins."

Bask brightened. "At least we get to ride on our dragons on Saturday."

"Dragons aren't toys," I growled, "or pets. They're shifters.”

Bask fluttered his eyelashes at me. "But they're pretty like the elf." His lips curled into a sly smile. "Oh, can I ride him too?"

"Only with his consent, which the dragons haven't given either.”

Magenta gave Bask's hand a final squeeze, before strolling to me. When she tipped up my chin, my skin was on fire at every trail of her fingers. I needed her. My searching gaze met hers.

I could've lost her. Why did she haunt my soul?

"We have a plan," Magenta murmured, and I could see the insecurity in her eyes. Was she asking my permission? "Prince Willoughby is most likely to come to our side. It'll give us a chance to modify the spell, which traps all of us within this academy and the curse."

"You want my consent to screw Pointy Ears?" I snarled. "Perhaps, you'd manage it, but none of the rest could join in because of the stick up his princely ass."

Fox cocked his head. "Hey, are we going with Pointy Ears as his pet name because I don’t think that elves are into the whole degrading names kink?”

Smartass.

"It's fine because Willoughby already has a cr-" Bask snapped his mouth shut.

What word had Bask just stopped himself saying? Whatever it was had made him look like he'd hurl.

Fox’s brow furrowed. "Crossbow? Crayon? Crick in his neck?"

"He already loves Magenta,” Bask corrected himself. “And I think that he cares for us."

I snorted, then so did Mist with a toss of his mane thrown in. When Bask's expression hardened, I realized that he meant it.

Magenta nodded.

"I take back my snort of disbelief. But seriously, how'd you know?" I asked.

Bask shuffled his feet. Way to look shifty. "We accidentally read his diary."

Fox pulled away from Bask, before grabbing him by his hair. Fox vibrated with power and a protective rage, which told me that Willoughby wasn't the only one who cared. "Don't you remember Willoughby's distress at how his letter was read out? When I was stuck in the attic, being able to write to my cousin, Aquilo, was a privilege that my dad suffered to win for me. I would've been destroyed if anyone had read them. Did you laugh at all his secrets and...?"

"There was no comedy and far more tragedy." Magenta's gaze became frosty. Fox let go of Bask, smoothing over his hair in apologetic motions. "The Crystal Diary flowed with dark magics, just like the silk suit that traps and controls Willoughby." I stiffened. He was being trapped, just like me? "How far shall we go for freedom? The Prince is treated like he's bad, but I don't believe it. You were the one who showed me the R.I.P Membership that controls the brands, wards, and missions. If we can win Willoughby to our side, then the academy could awaken from its long winter. This prison will crumble and fall."

"Now that's a story," Fox breathed.

Magenta's lips twitched. "The Membership."

At the magic word, the spell opened the wall and a board that curled with the RA emblem and neon pink writing slotted out.

I stared at the board in shock.

Names had magically appeared and vanished from the board every time that a new student had been admitted to the academy or had died. After Hector's death, Bask had sat on the floor, hugging Nile and staring at the place where Hector's name once had been like if he only looked long enough, it’d bring Hector back or perhaps, like he could make himself believe he truly was gone.

Bor's beard, I missed Hector.

But I'd never seen a student sliced in half like a magic trick before. It was the kind of thing that Loki would pull off.

I raised my eyebrow. "Does everyone see the problem here?"

"We have two new students with the unusual names Sh and Cru...?" Fox spun around like he was searching for something. "Cru's invisible or another ghost. Wow, we should rename this the Haunted Academy. Step back, fellow Immortals, I'm known as the ghost busting shimage."

Magenta whirled to Fox, catching his arm before he could act out his entire paranormal ghost hunter routine. "You would bust me as well?"

When Fox's eyes widened, Bask snickered. "Where bust means love like a legend."

Magenta's eyes brightened. "What a lucky coincidence. You shall be able to love Willoughby, who the Membership shows is already divided between both Immortal and Prince.” When her gaze met mine, it ached with a loneliness and longing that I understood. “It must be confusing and agonizing for him, you know. If we can entice him fully to our side, then we'll weaken this spell."

Fox laughed shakily. "I'll bust the elf like he's never been busted before."

Bask leaped onto the bed, crawling with a sinful shake of his hips to sprawl over Nile. "I want him to be ours. So, I'll bust him with my pettable arse too, right?"

Bask pushed up his ass in a seriously distracting way. When Magenta's gaze became glassy and her pupils dilated, I knew that she thought so too.

I sauntered to the bed, throwing myself down next to Bask. Mist nickered, low and breathy. He was going full out horsey dominant (or I was). I plucked him out of my pocket, dropping him onto the headboard. He galloped up and down so quickly that his eight legs were a blur. He balanced dangerously along the edge with his tail raised in excitement.

He might as well have been proclaiming dick for hire.

I rolled my eyes. "If you're asking me if Mr. Dick is an elf buster, then I haven't decided yet. He usually draws the line at touching Princes."

Magenta's expression softened. "No one touches anyone without both love and respect. I was almost forced into marriage. This may be our only way to escape, but force is decidedly not to be used on Princes as much as on Immortals."

Now there was a witch who deserved my friendship.

I trusted Magenta not to tie me up, unless it was in the kinky negotiated way. Would Magenta have time for that after the tournament?

I grinned. "Mr Dick loves and respects you but is seriously hard right now."

"I'm aware," Magenta smirked. "I wouldn't want him to suffer."

Fox ducked his head. "Firstly, stop talking to his prick like it's a puppet. Wow, I actually just said that out loud. Secondly, if you get a chance to shut down this cage of an academy so that no other Rebel gets sent here, then take it. That matters more than saving me."

Son of a troll, I'd never heard Fox sound so sincere. I thought that he’d been stuck on the Snarky Factory Setting.

Magenta's eyes blazed, and she tightened her hold on Fox’s arm. I couldn't tell whether she’d pull him into a hug or a spanking. When she backed him up towards the bed, and he paled, I was kind of sure that it'd be a spanking.

Was it weird that I envied him?

"Is that so, my precious mage?" Magenta’s eyes glittered. Fox shuddered, however, at the precious. Magenta was far better at the whole pet name thing than me. Had he ever been called that before? "Have you not learned the danger of others' prejudice? Why would you hold onto their belief that your life is worthless, when in this room alone there are three powerful Immortals who love you? Doesn't our grief matter to you?"

"Woah, hold on, I didn't think…" Fox said, helplessly.

"That our hearts would shatter and never be whole again, if you die?" Magenta whispered.

Fox fell onto the bed, and I banded his chest with my arms. His heart was beating rapidly, and his trembles shook me.

"We're saving you." I tightened my hold on Fox, meeting Magenta's gaze over his shoulder. They both needed to hear this. "No one else is dying."

"Unless it’s death by crocodile," Bask hissed, launching himself at Fox. I spun around, covering Fox with my body, as Bask pounced on my back with Nile like the plushie was attempting to drag me into a death roll. "Only one of us around here sheds white hairs on other’s plushies. Shall I lick your special book that your da gave you?"

Fox's breath hitched, even though he was pressed into the bed beneath me. "Don't. I'm sorry."

I knew that I should've kept Fox's furry ass off Bask's plushie.

Magenta's voice was steely. "No licking and no more shedding. Yet perhaps, our disrespectful Fox needs to be taught a lesson...?"

When I glanced up and met Magenta's gaze, it was playful. Although, my gaze kind of took a detour because she was already naked and the unexpected shock of it meant that the gorgeous curve of her hips and tits caught me like the beauty of Odin’s golden hall.

I'd never truly stopped to realize how naturally breath-taking a woman's body was. I wished to trace every inch of her pale skin with my tongue.

I wasn't signing up to the no licking rule. The no shedding was okay.

"Trust me, you're long overdue this lesson." I hugged Fox closer, as I sat up, pushing him towards Bask. Unsure, Fox glanced over his shoulder at me. I forgot how new he was to even being around people, let alone these sorts of games. Whatever happened, I'd make sure that this ended in the best orgasm of his innocent life. "Bask gets to decide the sentence. He's the injured party."

Bask gave a wicked grin, running his hand down Nile like a Bond villain, if they were naked and their cat had transformed into a crocodile. He slunk towards Fox, dragging him to the end of the bed.

"Whipping boys who cuddle their patron’s toys or steal their pillows," Bask added, raising his finger in warning, "don't get to play." He tempered his words with a kiss, however, which was so gentle but sensual that I groaned, palming myself through my pants. Then Magenta hooked her arms around my neck, pushing me back onto the bed, and all I could think about was the warm press of her skin against mine. "Hands behind your back."

Fox nodded, settling onto his knees and clasping his hands behind his back with an unexpected eagerness.

Magenta pushed down my pants, undoing my top and slipping it off my shoulders with far more restraint than I ever had. Was I just as precious to her?

Fox glanced across at Magenta, as she ground herself against my crotch. Fox shuddered at the same time as me. Then Bask slipped his hand into Fox's pajamas, and Fox jumped as he slipped out his hard dick. Bask let Fox's dick stand pulsing against his stomach, wanting and abandoned. Fox whined.

Bask smirked. "Watch and don't touch."

"Cruel incubus," I muttered, distracted by the rub of Magenta's clit against the head of my dick.

Round, and round, and round....

Above me, she moaned. Her hair veiled my face. On my oath as a god, I wasn't watching and not touching...

I twisted Magenta, tossing her down amongst the sheets. She gasped, and her eyes flew open; her hair coiled around her head along with her black mists. Sparkles lit her, pricking against my skin and magic in sharp bursts of pain that only added to the pleasure. I caged her with my arms.

Bask crawled to join us, teasing at my nipples, until I shivered, before ducking beneath my arms to suck at Magenta's. He worshiped her. Since he'd first found her portrait, I'd known that.

When Magenta’s nipples peaked, Bask circled one with his tongue, while circling the other with his fingers. It was like winning every trophy already that he could touch us again and that we were united.

I ducked my head to catch Magenta's lips with mine.

She didn't worship me, and I didn't worship her. But I needed and trusted her. Was that love?

For a monster like me, I was beginning to believe that it was.

I deepened the kiss, circling her clit with my finger. My dick was even harder than before, pressing against her. She gripped my shoulders like I wasn't the one who was dragging her towards the crest of pleasure. Then her black mists wrapped around my balls, and I grunted and almost came (huh, that would've been a shaming of the gods), dragging me towards that crest.

When I slipped my finger into her pussy and crooked it, Magenta shook. It was an honor to be the first to push her towards a shuddering orgasm in this way.

Yet something was missing.

Frustrated, I glanced at Bask, who'd paused in his worship of Magenta's tits to gaze up at me.

When Fox whimpered, I glanced over my shoulder. His hair was sweaty, and his balls were so tight and high that they had to ache like a bitch. Yet he still held his hands clasped behind his back.

My gaze softened.

It'd been agony for Bask, when we'd been unable to touch him and he'd been unable to kiss or screw.

I couldn't...wouldn't...deny Fox now. We were connected, and for our pleasure to be complete, we needed to be together.

"If you desire it," Bask called to Fox, "I have a free hand to wank you off."

My romantic incubus.

For an unfit mage who collapsed after a single Discipline Run, Fox could move when he was motivated. To my shock, his mouth crashed over mine, as his hand rested against the hollow of my back.

Bask's clever fingers wanked Fox in long strokes. Bask glowed, feeding on our pleasure, now that we were together. Except, it was Magenta who glowed brightest. When I thrust into her, with Fox's lips still crushed to mine and his taste of raspberries mingled with yew trees, the intimate sensation of sinking into her body wrecked me.

Here was home, love, mine. Everything worth dying and living eternally for.

The pink braziers burst up at the combined power of our magic. Then they died to darkness, apart from Magenta's confetti sparkles. In the black, the sensations became even more intense, hot and heavy.

When Fox broke his kiss, it was like losing something precious. Then a gloved palm pressed across my face, and I kissed it.

"You're smiling," Magenta murmured.

"You can't tell that."

"My magic can." When Mist nickered in the black, she added smugly, “And your horse backs me up.” Traitor. “I can tell by the particularly tasty pleasure right now that Bask and Fox are about to come. They're sucking each other's pricks, which is enjoyable, I'd imagine."

“That’s some skill.” My eyes fluttered shut at the thought of the two of them in the dark.

I strained to hear but all I could focus on was the pulse hammering in my ears, and my own thrusts into Magenta, which spiraled her higher.

She was still way too composed for my liking.

"I'm also screwing you. I can multi-task," I gasped.

Magenta gave a breathy laugh. "My talented lover."

Then Magenta arched, quivering with spasms around my dick.

Again and again and...

The sensation made my dick pulse within her. I couldn't hold back. I never could with her.

I was about to...

I came with such shattering intensity that I slumped.

Valhalla, Valhalla, Valhalla…

My forehead rested against hers. Somewhere, too far away for my screwed-out brain to focus on, I heard panting, howling, and coming.

I hoped that Bask accepted the cum tribute as justice for the plushie incident.

When the braziers exploded back to life, I struggled to blink sparks from my eyes and discovered that Magenta had repositioned herself with her head on my chest, while Bask snuggled on my other side.

Fox draped himself over all of us, with his curls tickling my lap, close to my limp but still valiantly twitching dick; his breath gusted across its oversensitive head in agonizing but tempting puffs. Fox wore the softest but happiest expression that I'd ever seen on him.

It looked like the lesson had worked.

Sometimes, I imagined that I was alone again in dark of the woods or caves with only my brothers in my head to save me from the sounds of my dad's weeping. But at times like this, I remembered that I was held, needed, and loved.

I could feel my lovers around me and it took away my breath. My lovers who appeared to have a thing for cuddling after sexy times.

All of a sudden, the I brand on the back of my hand burned with a cold blast like I'd pressed it against an ice-cube. Temperature play could be fun foreplay, but the witches seriously didn't intend this to be kinky.

At the same time, the other students (apart from Magenta who to my relief had never been branded), clutched their hands.

"Don't tell me, we're being summoned again to battle or danger," Fox gritted out, sitting up. "Which dragon shifter did you liberate this time because one escaping could be coincidence but two is carelessness."

"It wasn't me this time, hardass," I snarled, reaching for my pajama pants. "And this isn't the same as the other summons, can't you tell?"

Fox stared at me, horrified. "Wait, they use the brands like bat-signals for lots of things? Nerves on fire: that's homework. Muscle cramps: A witch wants a backrub..."

"...And ice burn: Time for a student to suffer in the Memory Theater." I squirmed away from Magenta and Bask, pushing myself to the edge of the bed without looking at the others.

The worst behaved student would be punished in the Memory Theater. Fox had already endured it, but in all my time here, I hadn't.

Bacchus had taken me hostage as bait to capture my dad. I wasn't even an official student. Yet trapped here without my belongings, all I had left was the privacy of my thoughts.

Loki had always taught me that memory was sacred.

I was a monster. These lovers in my bed claimed to accept me, but what would they do if they witnessed my true face?

In the name of the World Tree, don't let this summons to the Memory Theater be for me.

Who could truly love a monster?