Rebel Academy: Curse

Chapter Fourteen BASK

I ached, rising from a dark in which my Soul had been torn apart. And let me tell you, that was worse than a punch to the dick. My slinky self wasn't broken, however, because, I'd been remade with a glowing pink magic that tangled around me.

Wow, it was beautiful. Perhaps, I was beautiful inside now as well as outside...?

That would be a fine thing.

My forehead ached with a brutal pounding. I couldn't force open my eyes. Yet I was lying on something warm and soft, snuggled in a nest of...pillows. I could spot a pillow anywhere: it was my Pillow Gift. I was talented (of course, snicker).

I was also naked.

I wriggled my bare arse into the satin pillows, while curling my bare toes to sneakily edge another pillow closer because multi-tasking was winning.

My hazy mind was a wee bit unclear how I’d ended up in this luxury, but still, I had to admit that this was top level incubus care.

My brow furrowed (and frowning knocked whole points off my Pettability Level). Hadn't I been frozen before and frightened...? Then I was chilled with terror because my mind cleared, and I remembered...

I'd been bouncing on the bed, as Sleipnir had paced from one side of the Immortals’ bedroom in the West Wing to the other, waiting for the return of my foxy. I had this whole welcome home whipping boy planned, which would've been brilliant and involved dicks, sucking, and long, sweet kisses. Nile would've even cuddled him for ten...five...a whole minute.

I'd never allowed anyone to cuddle Nile before.

Did Fox think that he was just anyone? Silly human.

But then, I was the silly incubus who hadn't understood just how much Fox meant to me. I'd suffer an eternally unpettable arse for him. That's how serious I was about our love.

Unexpectedly, the Duchess had stalked into my bedroom like a violation. She’d barely glanced at me, as if my hair had become lank, and ordered me to pack because it was time to return to the incubi harem.

Despite everything, she still hadn't broken me because the love from the week that I'd spent with Fox, Slippy, and Magenta had warmed me inside. The memory would be my shield, which I'd hold deep within myself.

No one could break it.

My lovers had already saved me. I'd love them to the end for it.

Always.

What more could an incubus wish for?

As I'd struggled after the Duchess through the snowy courtyard, however, Magenta had been at the window of the Bird Turret like my wicked fairy godmother, lighting it up, and a new bond had shot through me.

Here’s the thing of it, Magenta’s claim shouldn't have been possible. Succubi could bond with anyone they desired, but full incubi were only meant to bond with succubi.

It'd be another bastard control issue like forcing us to wear gloves to regulate our skin-to-skin contact. Perhaps, succubi had a terrible fear of our seductive powers or simple dick envy. After all, they waved their tails around an awful lot like they were compensating for something.

How powerful was Magenta that she'd broken the bonding rule?

My rebel Magenta.

I scrunched up my nose, and the scent of the wild woods wound around me. The new pink magic that entwined inside me reached out like ivy to the aroma of yew trees in greeting. Suddenly, I was flooded with energy, and my eyes shot open.

I gasped, as my gaze met Magenta's. She caged me beneath her, hovering above. Her soft hair veiled my cheeks. Her gaze was searching.

She was stunning and my bonded.

Please, let her allow me to love her...truly love her...as a bonded. The Duchess never had. This sexy body couldn't take being rejected twice.

I had seen myself in a mirror, after all.

I raised my hand to my hair, smoothing it down because there was always time to look your best.

Shininess of hair: 9/10

Pettability of Arse: 10/10

I could work with that.

"Morning, sleepyhead. We must stop meeting like this." Magenta grinned.

"Away with you, I vote for all meetings being bare arsed in a pillow nest. These are mine now, right?" I burrowed deeper into the pillows.

Magenta laughed. "I pity the person stupid enough to attempt to take them away from you."

My clever Magenta. Fear the mighty incubus.

I nodded, determinedly. "Anyway, it's like this, see, we're bonded now," I rolled my hips against hers, and she gasped, "and that means, if you wish, we're together—"

"Always." Magenta ran her thumb over my lips, before kissing against the corners of my smile as softly as if I was the most precious thing that she'd ever touched (obviously). "And forever."

"What happened to not saying always?"

She froze, and her gaze flicked to a book that was covered in red feathers. Note to self: remind Fox not to piss her off enough to end up shaved and with his creamy fur stuck to her schoolbooks.

Magenta stroked my cheek. "I learned that some things...some people...are worth dying for. I've foolishly failed to understand death, despite haunting the veils."

Troubled, she pushed away from me. I struggled up onto my elbows amongst the pillows. I realized that I was in the Dreaming Space. It was a small chamber, which was veiled in cobwebs with a low arched ceiling and no windows. It was the highest part of the castle, which tingled with ancient magic. It was lit by Magenta's magic along the beamed roof like constellations of pink twinkling stars. It was morning, but we were lost in our own night.

Magenta's power was nature, and larger than the world.

"You know, Damelza got quite red with rage like she’d forgotten how to ride her broomstick and ended up inserting it in the most painful way," Magenta said, thoughtfully. I winced. "Still, I insisted that we follow your traditions. We're bonded, and that means we’re entitled to a First Night together. Why should a little thing like the sun stand in the way of consummating our bond?"

Her magical stars flared brighter in the black of the roof sky.

I shuddered at the memory of my original First Night with the Duchess. I hugged my arms around myself. In my first bond, I'd been stuck in a loveless relationship. But this time, I’d do everything in my slinky power to make certain that there'd be nothing but love, and no ghosts from my past would haunt that.

Magenta traced her finger over the initials MR, which were carved looping into the wood (Magenta had carved them there as a kid, along with her best friend). I shivered because I could feel him, tickling down my neck.

How could I sense this man who she’d loved and lost over a hundred years ago in the sudden chill? Why were Magenta’s eyes dazed like she was lost in her own memories?

My sexy self wasn't losing the woman who I loved to her ghosts on our First Night together. For the first time in longer than I could remember, I was claiming something for myself alone.

This incubus didn't do ignored.

I narrowed my eyes, before pushing myself onto all fours. My dick hardened, and my skin tingled.

My Magenta was all mine this morning, and I was all hers.

I crawled towards her with a sinful slink of my hips. Her eyes widened at my predator approach.

As I said, my clever Magenta.

I pressed my hands onto her hips without breaking eye contact, before swooping in as if to kiss her good bits, but at the last minute licking up her clothed stomach instead. Who am I kidding, there wasn’t any part of her that was bad, even if she was the academy’s wicked witch.

She let out a puffed breath of disappointment. Cute.

I grinned against her stomach, before kissing between her gorgeous tits, and teasing along the line where cloth met pale skin.

"So, what did happen last night?" I asked.

Magenta huffed. "Could we not discuss that at a more convenient time?"

She was adorably flushed, and wasn't thinking about anything but the path of my tongue up her neck.

Just as it should be.

"It's convenient for me." I sucked on her neck, and her breathing sped up. "But as you wish."

Unexpectedly, she stilled, before stroking my hair. "Ah, now that's what we need to discuss. You please me every single moment." I shivered, as her approval and pleasure bubbled through me, feeding my power in a rush that was as good as coming. Away with you, don't knock it until you try a pleasure feeding. "But it shan't be as I wish."

I blinked. So, she was a masochist? There were an awful lot of those in Rebel Academy. I hadn't seen that coming.

"You...want me to do the opposite of what you wish?" I ventured. "Then why didn't you just bond with Lysander because he already does that."

Magenta smirked. "That is rather the fae's best feature, however, I meant that this bond of ours will be equal. I'm not a succubi and I'm certainly not a traditional witch. I've been reminded recently that papa raised me to treat men with a respect that he hoped would start to change attitudes in our world." She bit her lip. "I was too young and sheltered to understand how brave and good he was and I died before I could achieve it. Yet I shall with all my lovers."

She meant it.

When I pinned her to the wall and devoured her lips, there was no softness but the joy of a predator unleashed. She didn't want only the side of me that gave pleasure, but the side that took it too.

I wasn't a freak to her. I was simply...me.

So, I might've been a wee bit heady on the freedom to be myself at last. She kind of looked dizzy from the kiss. But there was a whole section on how that was a good thing at the back of the Kissing Manual for Incubi. Seriously. Look it up.

At last, she wrenched back her lips; her pupils were dilated. "Last night, my magic offered yours a bond—"

"What are you doing?" I panted.

Her grin was wicked. "Telling you what happened. I thought it was convenient."

I nipped her bottom lip in punishment or reward. Definitely a mix of both. "As long as you desire it to be convenient with incubus loving on the side."

"I wouldn't have it any other way." She allowed herself to be pulled back by me into the nest of pillows.

Ah, there was the satiny goodness. I squirmed around, until I caught Magenta's fond expression.

The tips of my ears reddened, even though Rule 69 of the Incubi Night Code states: There's no shame in fighting for the best snuggle nest. There's only shame in surrendering it.

I gave a final defiant (but slinky) squirm of my arse, and then turned on my side, to wrap my arms around Magenta. Lying like this, was more intimate than when my tongue had twined with hers because our gazes were open and unable to hide, our foreheads touched like a blessing, and our breaths mingled against each other’s mouths.

"I nearly tore down the academy," Magenta murmured, "and was helped to calm down by one who knows me best, before I ended everything."

"You should write haiku, riddles, or possibly limericks."

She smiled brightly. "Thank you."

I sighed. It was impossible to do banter when all I wanted was to smother her cheeks in kisses.

"How'd you persuade that bitch Damelza to allow us a First Night together?" I caressed circles across her hip.

"Ah," Magenta pulled me impossibly closer. "The red-faced Principal was slightly put out that I'd bonded with you, and you should've heard the crude and vulgar words spitting from the Duchess!" My eyes widened. I'd never heard the Duchess swear before. That would've been a fine thing to witness, and even finer if Damelza had cast a Mouth Soaping Hex on her like she had on Sleipnir last term. It was hard to imagine my poised ex-bond with suds bubbling out of her mouth but worth it. "That fluffy tail of hers wagged like Pocus’. She pulled the most amusing grimace when I batted it away.” She pursed her lips; I was aflame with the desire to press my own lips to them. “Did I break some succubi tail custom?”

I snickered. “Aye, and it’s a fine thing.”

Her lips quirked. “You truly are quite wicked, aren’t you?”

I put on my best innocent face. I pulled it off. Lay off, Magenta believed it…a wee bit.

She kissed the tip of my nose. “Damelza was impressed, however, at the strength of my magic that it was able to create such a bond, especially at a distance. Of course, she didn’t say so, rather that I must be even more corrupted than she’d imagined. She’d assuredly strain something if she offered a compliment, possibly her witchy behind. She wants to study the bond.”

My pulse pounded, and despite myself, I attempted to pull up my knees defensively. All that achieved, however, was to press myself even closer to Magenta.

My hard prick rubbed against her stomach, sending sparks of pleasure along my pricks’ length and exploding behind my eyes.

Why, hello there, this is your neighborhood incubus prick.

Just for a moment, the intense pleasure made me forget the horror of Damelza poking and proding at the most private thing, which existed between Magenta and me.

“A bond is sacred,” I insisted.

Magenta’s expression softened. “I can sense that, but Damelza can’t. She’s a bitch; I’m no longer unclear on the problems in my family and heritage. I’m less certain about Juni. What would she’ve been like, if she’d been blessed to be raised by a father like mine? But Damelza’s curiosity is why she granted us this First Night.” Her voice wavered with uncertainty. “I believed that it’d be like courting, you know, romantic.”

Yet I remembered my First Night with the Duchess.

I’m sorry… I’ll try harder… What do you desire? I’ll become whatever you want.

I shivered, tightening my arms around Magenta. There was all the romance that I needed simply by holding her in my arms or even gazing at her portrait on our bedroom wall.

Yep, I was an obsessive romantic.

But not about this.

I wouldn’t break down. Not in front of Magenta.

Beg me to let you burn yourself.

Why was I shaking?

Stop, stop, stop…

Magenta’s eyes widened with alarm and concern. Her fingers traced soothing patterns on my back.

My eyes smarted. I couldn’t let this happen. My hands clenched into the material of Magenta’s dress. Wetness caught on my eyelashes and gathered in the corners of my eyes. My nose felt stuffy.

The only time that I’d cried since I’d been kid, I’d been condemned as a Not There.

Don’t cry…Tears make you ugly… Nobody loves an ugly incubus…

A single tear trailed down my cheek.

I gasped. What was wrong with my bastard self? It was the First Night. I should be proving just how pettable I was, but instead, I was making myself ugly for my bonded.

Magenta would never love me now.

I’d ruined it all over again.

What was the point of holding back my pain now? Loss, shame, and the memories of that First Night tore through me. Silently, I allowed the glistening tears (the traitors to the Night Lineage) to chase down my cheeks.

I closed my eyes because I couldn’t keep staring into Magenta’s intense gaze.

My breath sped up, as my heart beat too hard against my ribcage.

Magenta brought her hand up to my cheek, cupping it. “Look at me.” Reluctantly, I opened my eyes, and was shocked by the pure love that shone in her gaze. Her magic caressed over me. “My apologies. I beg the excuse that being trapped in a tree has (according to my familiars) left me with the manners and social awareness of a toad.”

I snorted through my tears. “Get on with you, it’s at least a frog.”

She traced her fingers through the trail of tears, and I flinched. “There’s no shame in emotions. It takes bravery to strip yourself bare to another. Right now, you’re beautiful.”

I sniffed, wishing that I could wipe away the tears, but not wanting to let go of Magenta. “Lay off, I bet that I have red-rimmed eyes and a swollen nose. I’d guess… 3/10 overall pettability.”

Magenta’s gaze was serious, as she licked down the path of my tears from my eyes to my chin. “You’re pettable when you cry, laugh, dance…” Could she mean it? Let it be true. “…and sleep.” She pinked. “I may be possessive enough now to enjoy watching all of my lovers sleep. I know that you’re safe, relaxed, and mine. And tonight, you need to know that you’re safe with me. So, it’s about your desires. You’re in control.”

When did an incubus have control?

My breathing slowed, and my shoulders sagged. Wow, I’d been tense.

Perhaps, she’d give me a massage. After all, she thought that I was pettable, right? Well, I was an incubus of the Night Lineage, and we were sizzling.

My desires curled through me. How did I choose from a very, very, very long list? I was a greedy incubus.

I gently pushed Magenta onto her back, and my ruby gaze hardened to the predatory. “You have a habit of wearing too many clothes.”

She raised her eyebrow. “How terrible of me.”

Her clothes melted away, apart from her silk corset.

She stretched out, clutching her hands above her head, as her hair spread out in a blond waterfall across the pillows.

Tease.

My breath caught. My gaze was also caught by the way that she tipped to the side, revealing the bow that held her corset on like an invitation.

My hands were shaky with desire, as I knelt beside her, pulling open the bow and unlacing her in an act of worship. As I freed her from the corset that trapped her tits, I kissed between her shoulder blades and pulled her hair aside to suck along her neck. She moaned.

“Touch yourself,” I murmured.

Magenta glanced over her shoulder at me, and I pressed a kiss to her lips. I only wanted to bring her pleasure, and as the commands fed bubbling pleasure through me, so I’d spiral her higher to her own release…or her clever fingers would.

We were a brilliant team.

She slipped her hands between her legs, and her head dropped onto the pillows. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she bit her lip.

Was Finger Envy a thing because I craved to take the place of her fingers, as they circled her clit, with my own tongue?

I unlaced her corset and freed her tits. I slid my hand up her stomach, as her muscles quivered, and between her tits. Then I circled her nub in time to her fingers on her clit, while the bond connected us. Her magic flared in the stars above us, pulsing with our pleasure. My dick pulsed as well, hard and heavy between my legs. But although I was in control, this was for Magenta.

What I’d craved from the moment that I’d been bonded was to love and please. Being loved back was a bonus.

I desired to worship Magenta.

Magenta twisted her head to meet my lips again; she was desperate and coming apart, as I had for her. I hooked my leg over her, holding her in place, as I flicked across both her nubs, before catching them between my fingers and twisting.

“Come,” I breathed.

She screamed against my mouth, as she stiffened, spasming. Her fingers worked harder, before stilling. I pulled her onto her back and smoothed the hair out of her face, before settling next to her.

Wow, I’d killed her.

“Ehm, was that…?” Mindblowing, brilliant, okay but can I have a cup of tea now?

Magenta’s gaze was glazed, as she patted me on the cheek, sleepily. “Perfect.” I puffed out my chest (of course, an incubus had skills). “But was it all you wished?”

I started to nod, before stopping myself.

Ma had told me that on her First Night, she’d allowed da to go skin-to-skin with her. She said that it’d connected them deeper than most succubi ever did with their incubi. She’d explained that it was why she understood my differences and trained me about the scheming of the female Court. She’d even read me an ancient book, which showed that once succubi had allowed all incubi to go skin-to-skin.

The Duchess never had.

“I wish,” I swallowed, and the desire to just once go skin-to-skin with my bonded burned through me, “that I could take off these gloves and also be free.”

Oh, she so didn’t hesitate.

I stilled.

She was going to say no and teach me my place.

My gloves were my friends: they taught me not to use my powers on my betters.

Why didn’t I believe that anymore?

Then Magenta struggled around to sit cross-legged next to me and took each of my hands in hers. She treated them like they were as precious as I’d worshiped her in her corset. Then she flashed me a deliciously wicked grin, as she drew off my left glove.

My skin prickled. I shook with my desire, yet I’d be in more danger after this than with the bond.

It was as intimate as dying…as resurrection.

My breath became shallow.

Magenta freed the fingers of my right hand from the prison of their glove. My sensitive skin tingled, as her magic threaded across it, tangling with my own.

Then our gazes caught and held, as for the first time ever, my palm met my bonded’s.

And it was everything that ma had promised and more.

Magenta and I arched, and the stars fell from the sky, dancing around us in a fiery embrace. I cried out, as all at once my power surged: images of Magenta’s deepest desires and needs flooded me. Yet stronger than any wicked longing was the love that bound us. It was Willoughby’s diary opened, in all its secret yearnings. She’d opened her pages to me: mind, body, and Soul.

She was mine, the same as I was hers.

“This is our First Night.” Magenta quivered; her palm was cool against mine. How could something as simple as a hand be so special? “The First Night of the only bond that’ll ever touch you again.”

I caught her lip between my teeth, and when she opened her mouth with a yip, I soothed across it with my tongue, before pressing inside. Her tongue twined with mine, and I lost myself in her.

At last, I forced myself to pull back. I dropped my gaze, pulling my gloves back on. It was agonizing.

It was lucky that I looked so delicious in the gloves.

“Here’s the thing of it,” I wiggled my fingers more firmly into my gloves, “other members of the harem are allowed at the First Night. All my lovers are connected, and I miss my foxy.”

I glanced underneath my eyelashes at Magenta. Had I insulted her?

She merely batted away a falling star that’d landed on her nose and gave a smug grin. “Your wish is my command.” Then she hollered, “It’s time for you to delight us with your presence. Don’t pretend that you weren’t listening. Did you enjoy the show?”

I flushed. Oh, who was I kidding, I put on sexy shows.

When Fox’s curly hair appeared in the low gap into the Dreaming Space, I couldn’t stop a grin that made my face ache. He crawled into the chamber, wiping cobwebs away from his cheeks with the backs of his hands.

His face was all scrunched up. Cute. Although right now, he could’ve been pissing himself, and I’d have found him cute.

Because he was alive.

I scrambled out of my nest (careful not to knock my lovely pillows, of course), grabbing Fox by the shoulders and dragging him further into the room. Fox eeped.

Sleipnir followed him through the opening, grumbling as dirt smeared across his hands. “Hey, you couldn’t have chosen somewhere more romantic for our Honeymoon?”

But Fox was all I saw.

Foxy, Foxy, Foxy…

I dragged him, until he fell on his arse, and then I leaped onto his lap with a whoop. I was never giving up the freedom to whoop again. It was addictive like chocolate or sex, right?

I squirmed happily on Fox’s warm thighs. Then I treated myself to a long sniff of his delicious, raspberry scented curls. When Fox sneezed on the dust, even that was adorable.

His wee scrunched up nose…

“My whipping boy.” It was never too early to stake my claim. I curled my hand behind his neck. “Once we’re back in our bedroom, you can snuggle Nile for a whole minute…alright, a whole night.”

Wow, I’d shocked even myself there. I could be a gracious patron incubus.

Fox blinked. “If I knew that I’d be granted such a bounty, I’d have tried almost dying earlier.”

I smacked his arm, and he mock pouted. “Don’t scare me again.”

“Despite being a mage whipping boy in a coven-run academy, I won’t risk myself in danger every moment of the day…whoops, I will.”

I smacked his arm, harder. “I can still take back the Nile offer.”

I couldn’t. An incubus of the ancient Night Lineage kept their word. But my mage wasn’t the only one who could lie.

“Will no one remember that I can literally tell when you’re lying?”

Oh, then there was that.

I merely lifted my eyebrow. “Where’s the Princes? If we’re working on moving them over to our slinky side, then won’t they count as our lovers now?”

I curled my fingers even more tightly around Fox’s neck at the thought of how the Princes’ bastard families had treated them after the tournament. I could’ve cursed Darby’s crystals to whack him in the eye every time that he took a step, for the way that he’d humiliated Willoughby.

We’d only just saved Fox from death, but Midnight had been hexed to a slow one. Already, he’d have had one night of being forced awake. I mean, I’d been unconscious, but that counted, right?

Sleipnir kneewalked to Magenta, before looping his strong arms around her waist. She melted against him; he didn’t play with her tits, and I admired his restraint.

“That asshole Titus is holding a special class with the Princes right now to enforce his new measures and policies,” Sleipnir growled, and his aquamarine hair spiked to red, “since their failure in the Rebel Cup and tournament.”

Mist darted out of Sleipnir’s pocket, before hovering to settle on my lap. He nuzzled against my thigh, and I stroked across his mane. Sleipnir shivered, like I was carding my hand through his hair, which I guess I was. His hair shimmered back to aquamarine.

“It’s my fault that they’re being punished.” Fox ducked his head.

My eyes became flinty. “Wise up!” Fox startled. “You take the blame all the time but I’ve never met anyone…” I huffed out a breath. “You’re innocent like Slippy here. You shouldn’t be in this bastard academy, and I wish that I could bond with you both.”

Mist nuzzled at me more insistently, and Sleipnir flushed.

Fox’s eyes were wide and gleaming; he stroked along my thigh. “Well, that’s easy because you already are. Okay, not officially, magically, or technically…okay, what I mean is…”

“What the eloquent mage is trying to say,” Sleipnir drawled, “is that we’re connected by blood, resurrection, and magic that transcends the veils. If you’re bonded to Magenta, then we’re bonded to you.”

Wishes did come true.

Access to the Princes’ Private Larder, permanently shiny hair, the ability to have multiple orgasms…

Well, it was worth a try.

My glance darted between Fox who was squashed beneath my pettable arse and Sleipnir, who was wound around Magenta. “If you desire it, this is your First Night too.” I grinned. “And Magenta said that I was in control so…” My power flowed through me from my pleasure and skin-to-skin feeding, stronger than ever before. “Take off your clothes.”

“So forward,” Fox gasped.

Sleipnir’s lips quirked, but he immediately hurled off his blazer (that’d crease) and dragged off his tie, before looping it around Magenta’s neck. Wow, that was hot. Then he stripped off his shirt like it’d personally offended him. Poor shirt.

I cast Fox an imperious look (stolen from the Princes). “Foxy, you’re falling behind.”

Fox gently cupped his hands under Mist and placed him to the side, before tossing me into the pillows far less gently in a way that made my dick twitch.

“If you want to see this booytliciousness,” Fox knelt up, running a finger down his tie, and I snickered, “then I need to get in the mood, but don’t despair, I’m known as the Mood Master. Where are the candles, rose petals, and soft lighting?”

Sleipnir shoved down his pants and kicked them across the chamber onto Fox’s head. “How’s that for getting you in the mood?”

“It’s a start,” Fox’s muffled voice spoke through the seat of Sleipnir’s pants. Then he shook his head, and the pants fell onto Mist, who squealed in protest. “But this is why I’m the Mood Master.”

He pulled out a magical iPod with speakers from his pocket. Instantly, The Sound of Arrows’ electropop “Wicked Ways” spun its spell, and I quivered at its breathy, ghostly lyrics.

Fox wiggled his arse like he was having a fit, while he unbuttoned his shirt.

Was this a striptease mage style?

Magenta and Sleipnir smothered their laughter against each other’s necks.

As Fox shimmied off his shirt, revealing the pale beauty of his shoulders, however, the music pulsed through me like a dream that I’d suddenly remembered. I’d believed that having a loving bond and harem like this was nothing but a childish fantasy.

But it was real.

Even before I’d met these Immortals, I’d loved them.

I smiled at Fox, and the uncertainty in his smile fled. He rolled his hips and slipped his pants down. I let the passion of the music take me.

As Fox pushed down his underwear, and his pretty dick sprang out hard and eager, I whistled.

An adorable blush spread down his neck and chest. He wasn’t an incubus. He’d never done this before. But he’d tried it for me…because he loved me.

I loved him with my every breath. I dived to him, and he caught me, winding his hand through my hair, so that he had better access to my mouth.

This incubus had no problem with that.

Sleipnir, however, rolled his eyes. “Now for something that our dicks…”

“And lady bits,” Magenta supplied.

“…and lady bits can rock to.” Sleipnir clicked his fingers at the iPod.

Instantly, the epic guitars and soaring vocals of Evanescence’s “Haunted” exploded through the Dreaming Space; even the stars shook like they were headbanging.

Fox twirled me in a whirl of hyperactive energy, and I squeaked. “Dick. Officially. Rocked.”

Sleipnir nibbled Magenta’s ear. “He’s like a windup toy. It sucks that they don’t have an off button.”

“Ah, a pity,” Magenta said, amused, but with a teasing gleam to her eyes. “We could check…?”

Fox’s eyes widened, before he scrabbled backward.

There was no way to escape a fully powered incubus, silly human.

I swung Fox around, and he landed in the center of the pillow nest with a startled ommph. But then, he stroked his hand across the satin, before stretching with a feline like stretch. His body was a gorgeous temptation of lean limbs. I craved to mark every inch as mine.

Tonight, I was allowed to be possessive.

Sleipnir, Magenta, and I crawled over Fox like he was our sacrifice as much as our prize. I shot him a sly grin, before tweaking his nipple. Even though he groaned, his dick twitched.

Interesting.

“Perhaps, this is the off switch?” I said, before trying his Off Nipple, just out of scientific interest.

What do you mean that you don’t believe me?

“Well,” Magenta teased the nipple, which I’d just tweaked between her teeth, and Fox yelped, “at least we’ve found what controls his voice box.”

Sleipnir firmly clutched Fox’s dick, moving it back and forwards; I winced. “Huh, here’s the joystick.”

Magenta looked up from licking Fox’s nipple; he was quivering now and making these cute yipping sounds. “I can assure you that it gave me joy. It’s rather an uncouth term though. Why not the pleasure pole or the Cum Exploder?”

Fox, Sleipnir, and I all grimaced at the same time, and I patted my own dick in comfort.

Sleipnir stroked Fox’s joystick faster with only the flimsiest impression that he was using it to play any game but the Driving Fox Crazy Game.

Magenta sucked up Fox’s neck, as if searching for the non-existent stop button (and I’d never turn off my foxy anyway), while I ran my finger down his stomach, before skirting his balls and down his perineum.

Fox’s breath hitched.

I gusted my breath between Fox’s legs, nudging them apart, before winking at Fox.

I circled my finger over his hole. “Found it.”

Then I laughed, as Fox’s pupils dilated, and I lunged up to kiss him. I tongued him deeply, pressing my body to his; our dicks coiled pleasure through us, as Sleipnir’s hand was caught between us both, wanking us off. Magenta in turn dropped to her knees, catching Sleipnir’s pulsing dick between her lush lips.

Pleasure flared through me at the sight.

We were connected. Our tongues, dicks, and hands touched. The falling stars rained on us like a million stars had imploded. It wound our pleasure higher.

Nearly there, so close… We were all so close…

Was this how I got my wish for multiple orgasms?

Yet even as my balls ached and at last… now, please now… I came across Fox in a pearly streak that mixed with his own warm arc, and we groaned in ecstasy into each other’s mouths, it was weirdly incomplete.

Sleipnir followed, moaning louder than Fox and me combined, before he showed Magenta just how talented a god’s tongue could be.

Yet the Princes weren’t with me in our tangle of blissed out pleasure, sleepy joy, and tacky cum. Even if they weren’t bonded to me, they were still mine. Incubi possessiveness was this whole thing.

Plus, now that Titus had set us the task of creating the Enchanted Ball, it was even more important that we broke the wards. We needed to escape before the Dragon Court descended into war, Titus wrecked Lysander at the Enchanted Ball, and Midnight died from the Sleep Deprivation Hex.

The House of Crows controlled the students, calling breaking them reforming.

But I wouldn’t be broken again, and I wouldn’t let the Princes be either.

This time, no matter the danger, we were fighting back.