Page 11 of A Sword of Shadow and Deceit

“If you’re done,” I snap. “Get off.”

Rahela squeaks out a shocked protest. “B-but, I just—”

Fresh irritation spins through me. My hand clamps over her mouth, cutting off her words as I roll on top of her, sliding one of her legs up and out and repositioning my cock at the opening of her pussy. With one single thrust, I seat myself to the hilt. Tight, inner walls wrap around my flesh. Yet, there’s no sound from her. Yes. That’s exactly what I wanted.

No more of her cries as I fuck her. Just blissful much-needed silence.

I begin to move, thrusting my cock into her channel. In and out. Rahela’s inner muscles tighten and contract with each pass. I groan, squeezing her face harder. I refuse to remove my hand just yet. If she starts to moan or make noises again, I’m afraid I’ll be left with yet another body to dispose of and no release of my own. Considering, though, that Rahela is a fellow Mortal God rather than human, I doubt it’d be looked upon well that I’d kill one of the stronger races. Besides, as a Mortal God, she should be able to take this level of violent fucking without breaking.

Once I take over, fucking into Rahela as if she’s merely a hole for my use—which, at this moment, that’s exactly what she is—my orgasm finally comes to me. It rushes forward, starting low at the base of my spine before shooting upward and out. My balls draw up tight and I still above the soft body beneath me. Her breasts heave up and down, flushed a bright pink color that darkens her nipples as she attempts to breathe around my harsh grip squeezing her cheeks. Her hands are locked on my wrists, eyes gazing up at me, almost pleadingly. No, I don’t care what she wants.

With a grin, I withdraw my cock and then slam it into her again. Her eyes sharpen and her nails lengthen, stabbing into my flesh and drawing blood. Yes, just like that. That’s what I want. A little bit of fight. I fuck her harder through my release, dumping my seed into her channel with each pass until I swear she’s sucked me dry.

When I’m finished, I pull out and roll away, releasing her just in time for her to gasp for breath. “You fucking asshole!” Rahela snaps as I crack my neck to the side and sit up, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. “What the fuck was that?”

Frowning down at my quickly softening cock, I reach to the side and grab up the nearest thing—the silken blouse of the Academy’s uniform she’d been wearing before. Using the fabric to wipe myself clean before standing up, I toss it back onto the girl’s bed and then bend to find my own clothing.

“Theos, answer me!”

A groan unleashes from my throat as I finish tying up the laces of my trousers and find my shirt. “Gods, does your mouth ever stop screeching?” A pillow flies in my direction and I deftly dodge it as I slip my shirt on over my head.

“Never again, Theos, do you hear me! Ride your own cock from now on.” Rahela seethes in fury on her bed, dragging the sheets up over her naked form as I spot my boots and grab those to tug on as well.

Once I’m finished, I turn back, offering her little more than a grin. “I’d wager I would do a better job of it than you did, Sweetling.”

She growls and as I move for the door, a gust of wind slams into my back accompanied by a burst of water. It soaks my freshly donned clothes through and I pause with my hand on the knob.

“Get fucked, Theos,” she snaps behind me. Were I one of my brothers, she’d be screaming in pain for mercy at this moment. Fortunately for her, I am not them. So, I leave her without a response, slamming the door on my way out into the corridor.

“Fucking cunt.” I shake out the water in my boots.

“I suspect that’s exactly what you did, brother. Fuck her cunt.” I freeze as Ruen’s deep baritone hits me. “Or was that not the point?”

“There a reason you’ve followed me here, Ruen?” I lift my gaze to his and lower my foot back to the ground.

Standing against the opposite wall from me, with his arms crossed over his chest, Ruen’s face is shielded in shadow. He pushes away from the stone wall and moves forward, into the light. The glittering lamp swinging from the wall several paces away illuminates the jagged scar that severs the dark brow above his eye on the right side. The look of it is a cruel reminder—it takes a lot for a Mortal God, the son of a God, to maintain a scar into adulthood. That scar is a testament to Ruen’s darkness.

“The Council has been called,” he says.

My blood turns to ice in my veins. Though a God Council being called means nothing for us Demi-Gods or the other Mortal Gods, it means that the strongest and most powerful of the local God Lords will be descending upon the Mortal Gods of Riviere soon. This means that our father will be coming as well—the very creature that gave Ruen that scar.

“When?”

“Unknown,” he replies. “I suspect it’ll be at the term’s end, after exams. It’ll take that long for the lot of them to be reached and for them to crawl their way out of whatever hedonistic desires they’ve been saturating themselves in to arrive.”

I nod sharply and turn down the hall. A few heartbeats later, I can hear the soft sound of Ruen’s footsteps behind me. He doesn’t speak and neither do I as he follows me back to our rooms.

By the time we reach the tower on the northern part of the dormitories and climb to the uppermost section—the rooms for male First Tiers and their Terra, the mortal servants hired to attend to our needs—I’m starting to feel the exhaustion of the day. Rahela had been constantly yapping at me until I’d finally given in and allowed her a fuck, but at what cost really? My fucking eardrums? The release I’d gotten from her cunt had been adequate at best, and at worst, pointless. Time to cut her loose, I should think. She was entertaining in the way she’d cut through all of the other Tier girls with her jealousy, but that had faded as she’d become more desperate and clingy—half expecting her little threats to not fuck me anymore to have weight, as if I care enough about the body I use to dull my senses.

The door swings open and Ruen and I march inside to see Kalix in his usual spot against the wall. He’s staring through the arching windows that take up the entirety of the wall to the courtyard. He doesn’t look back as we enter.

“You’re back,” I say. “How was Mineval?”

“Interesting,” he responds. His eyes remain glued to the scenery outside as he speaks.

“Was it?” Ruen asks as he strides to the bar along the wall and lifts a decanter full of liquid ambrosia, pouring himself a hefty glass. “That’s rare coming from you. I thought you despised Talmatia—it’s part of the reason you were so resistant to her summons.”

I wince at Ruen’s words. Giving in to Rahela’s licentious pleas had been partially to forget the fact that yet another of our father’s friends was using her power to command us. No, it wasn’t enough that she could fuck whoever she wished, but anyone who denied her, especially those of us who weren’t Gods ourselves, had to contend with her temper tantrums and demands. She’d accepted Kalix this time, but next time, I have no doubt Talmatia or one of Azai’s other copious God companions will call upon Ruen or me as well.

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