Page 73 of Beauty's Monstrous Demons

Desperately needing water, I walk backstage to find the water cooler located there. Leaning over to fill a plastic cup, I feel the whoosh of air before my body jerks with pain and shocking pleasure too.

Something whipped my fucking clit! I’m dressed in a cute long sleeved red and black dress with thigh high suspender tights. However, I’m actually wearing a triple layer of panties today and I still felt the slap.

Spilling the water in the cup, I whip around, smoothing the back of my dress as I look to see who’s near me. My chest is heaving from shock and pain that’s becoming little shivers of pleasure. I’m so fucking confused about what’s happening to my body.

Did I like that? Fuck, who was it?

A few feet away, Professor Dalca is speaking with a group of students, his tail twitching behind him as if he’s agitated. In my experience, he’s always in that state. There are students all around me, but there’s no way to know who could have spanked my clit.

Hand shaking from adrenaline, I drink what’s left of my water in the cup, and then toss it in the garbage. Wanting to getaway from the amount of people backstage, I begin to head back to the stage.

Typically, I wouldn’t like such a wide open space, but I think I prefer it to this.

It takes me a second to get myself under control, and then Professor Dalca is back, yelling at us to get into our spots. Allowing me to lose myself to the music is easy, but unfortunately, my clit still throbs. It’s such an odd feeling, not knowing who did this.

Should I be concerned? One of my scent matches is out there, somewhere, but I can’t smell anything other than the lightest scent of chicory in the room. I can’t tell where it’s coming from, yet instead of panic, I’m turned on.

I think I’m broken still from the orgasms this morning. Yes, multiple, since Samael gave me one in the shower as well.

Another grueling hour of rehearsals passes, with various people working on the scene. It’s really intense with multiple singers and dancers. The dancers are working off to the side as they practice, and I pretend they’re not there so I’m not distracted.

I’m beginning to lose my focus as I start to get tired. Ugh, I’m going to need to make myself a cup of coffee when I get home. I still have a shift at the club to survive.

“That’s it for this group, you’re dismissed!” Professor Dalca says. There’s another set of students that are coming into the theater, and they’re going to take our place.

The level of passion and stamina this teacher has is unbelievable.

Blowing out a breath, I start walking toward the stairs. Except, somehow, everyone went the opposite direction, and Professor Dalca’s heavy footsteps are behind me.

“Lorelei,” he growls, making me fucking whimper. God, I’m not supposed to do that in public.

Glancing over my shoulder as he pushes into my bubble of personal space with his hand on my waist, I twist so that my back hits the wall instead of my face,

Would pepper spraying my teacher be considered overkill?

He’s not doing anything, yet, just staring at me. The stairs are to my right, but they may as well be a million miles away as I’m pulled into his nearly black gaze.

“I see you moved out,” he murmurs. “Are you also responsible for Adares’ mental breakdown?”

“Do I look as if I could be responsible for that?” I ask, brow raised. Samael told me all about it, and then showed me the report that he’ll be kept for an indeterminate amount of time in the psychiatric ward. I think Adares deserved all of it. “I’m just a human.”

“Yeah, I have some doubts about the ‘just’ part. I don’t have the highest view of humans, but even I have to admit there’s something about you,” he says.

Something slides up my leg making me gasp as I look up at him.

“Are you touching me?” I ask, trying to sound aghast. Instead, my voice comes out breathy and surprised.

His thumb slides up my throat before his hand is holding my chin tightly.

“I am now,” he teases me. I can see every freckle on his face in the harsh spotlight next to us, yet we’re still drenched in the gloomy darkness outside of it. “Breaking monsters, causing obsession, what is it about you?”

God, that has to be his tail. Something lightly brushes my panty covered pussy underneath my dress, and I gasp in a breath. Fuck, is that chicory? It’s there and gone, and I can’t tell anymore.

My mind feels as if it’s melting and his forehead furrows as he drops his head to drag his nose up my throat.

“Please,” I gasp, unsure what I’m asking for.

“What’s wrong with your panties?” he asks. “I should just shred them and call it a day, huh?”

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