Page 9 of Beauty's Monstrous Demons

“Hey!” Professor Gorsch yells, his odd colored eyes now right in front of me, his nose against mine. Fuck, he moved fast. “Do you think you can pay attention for one second? I swear, you humans all have your heads in the clouds.”

“Are you going to call me a dumb blonde next?” I ask, finding that he scares me less when he’s insulting me. I’m unsure why, but prejudice and hatred are easier for me to handle. I’m used to these. “I thought the university was supposed to tout their abilityto teach regardless of species. You’re not reflecting the school pamphlet very well.”

“Ha, I’m not the one they choose to showcase in their tours and shit,” he mutters. “I’m the professor who has tenure because I’m damn good at my job. Thank goodness I don’t have to be popular anymore to get published.”

“So you’re arguing that one’s work and competence should outweigh how likable they are?” I ask, leaning forward to graze my nose with his. I’m never so forward, but his skin is soft instead of rough.

My fingers are curled under so my nails cut into my palms. I really want to touch him, which is incredibly inappropriate to do. I need my intrusive thoughts to stay inside for a little while longer. I just want to make my point and then run to my room so I can figure out why he and the rest of the class could smell me.

“I…” Professor Gorsch frowns at me, his wild curly black hair at odds with his stone colored skin. It should be more severe and tamer than it is.

“Based on your words, my scent, hair color, and species should be ignored in favor of the fact that I answered all of your questions correctly and read the text before class,” I say. “Your logic belies how you’re currently treating me.”

“Regardless of how prettily you can twist my words, little Lorelei, you should understand that walking the halls with monsters the way you smell right now is a bad idea,” he counters, his large body moving until I’m pressed against the wall, his thick arms caging me.

His height means he has to lean forward, and I can see the long lines of his body, as well as the bulge in his pants. Swallowing back a whimper, my wide eyes stay on his.

I know it’s a bad idea. I go through insane lengths to hide.

“I don’t know why it’s not working,” I whisper, tears threatening to blur my vision. Fuck, I’m better than this. I don’t cry in front of arrogant, monstrous teachers. “I mean?—”

“My ears work just fine,” he interrupts. “Are you telling me you're trying to hide this?”

His nose drags up my throat, his tongue following after it as I gasp. There’s nowhere for me to escape, and I don’t think I’d be able to get my body to move either. My inner hoe is wondering what else his tongue could do.

“Goddamn cherries and cream,” he growls. “I can taste something else though. What is it?”

“Lotion,” I rasp. “I made it so you couldn’t smell that. You shouldn’t be able to?—”

“You can’t hide from me,” he says simply without explanation, making a disgusted face. “I hate the taste of that shit on my tongue. It’s gritty and gross. Everyone in the room could smell you because your thirsty pussy wants to ride my dicks.”

I can’t help the way my cunt clenches on emptiness, and my mind races as I try not to focus on the way he said multiple dicks. I’ve been too busy hiding my secrets to have sex, so my virgin pussy is finding herself very interested.

Breathing hard, I attempt to duck under his arm, but find myself immobilized. Straightening, he takes me with him because his arm is wrapped around my waist.

“Don’t bother to deny it,” he says, glaring at me. “I bet you’d beg as your slick drowns my dick. Maybe I’ll fill both your lying holes so you won’t be able to think about anything but me.”

“I… You…” My brain is melting down, my arousal that he just called slick threatening to ruin all three pairs of thick panties I pulled on. “Stop, I can’t focus.”

My chest is heaving, as my hands grab onto his shoulders, needing something to hold onto. I’m so high off the ground, if he drops me I’ll bruise horribly.

“Why can’t you focus?” he asks. “Tell me.”

It’s like the words are pulled from me, and I have no choice in the matter. I haven’t even gotten my mind wrapped around this cryptic meaning that he’s my scent match, yet here he is yanking my truths from me.

“You smell like peaches, like the home I never had,” I whisper. “I was told this would happen.”

“By who?” he asks.

I’m struggling to clear the haze, shaking my head as I slam the flat of my hands on his shoulders.

“Let me go. Don’t force me to tell you things!” I yell.

He startles so badly, he lets me go, forcing me to yelp as I free fall down his front, managing to grab his suit jacket to break my fall. My feet are moving without thought, my bag still on my back as I run, ignoring his roaring voice demanding I come back. The power I felt before isn’t in his voice now, and I flee his classroom.

I’m going to have to drop his course. I can’t stay there. Fuck, I don’t know what to do.

Winding my way around the crush of bodies, I run back to my dorm room, knowing I have a two hour window between classes. I’ll use my vibrator if there’s no one home, and then shower thoroughly to wash away my scent.

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