Page 38 of Veiled

“Good to know you like sucking dick, I’m sure you all take turns in the locker room. That’s cool, I’m sure your girlfriends now know where they all got the chlamydia from.” I pointed at them, “Sharing is not caring boys,” and I fake shook my head.

“Listen, bitch,” Justin’s friend started as he stepped closer to me. I punched him straight in the jaw and he fell back onto the floor. His friends let him fall, not expecting him to get hit. I stood on top of him and crouched low.

“The other insults were a freebie, but you’re not going to disrespect me. In fact, I don’t even know your name yet, but you can be a part of the game as well.” I looked around and saw Hunter, Ryder, and Grayson, and even the Dean near, but he didn't intervene. Strange. “We’re going to go at it alright, baby,” I sneered. “Just not the way you wish you could,” I said it loud enough for my voice to carry. “In fact, I’m going to make it my mission today to take on your bitch asses and beat your asses in every class that involves any form of combat. I would ask permission but, truly, I don’t give a fuck. You’re vile and disrespectful and need to be taught to keep your mouths shut.” I turned and stood up from my crouch and quirked my eyebrow; surprisingly, the professors and even the dean nodded.

“Cerberus, come,” Remi said low, the snake hissed and was suddenly gone. Xena threw her weight at the rest of the guys and they shrieked and jumped back.

I laughed and turned around, faced the crowd, crossed my arms and smiled. They walked away quickly. I sighed and rubbed my temples. “Fuck, first day of school and I’m in a low budget fucking sitcom,” I muttered. I waved at the guys who looked ready to burst, and quickly walked to class with Remi, Jensi, and Luca, who were both ready to exact their own revenge. Today was turning out to be a blast.

Before walking into class, I reached out to Xena, who was still following and looking very agitated,“Xena, go hunt. I will meet you at home at the end of the day.”

“I want to eat people.”She looked at me with wide eyes and I chuckled. Bloodthirsty, just like her momma.

“No, silly girl, I’ll handle that. I will fill you in on the rest of the day later.”She growled and ran off into the wooded area. I smiled and shook my head.

Blair

I leanedagainst the hallway wall watching the entire interaction with Hudson and the other senior boys, and it made my fucking dick hard watching all that sass. All I wanted to do was part those thick thighs and sink into her fucking juicy pussy. It's all I have been thinking about since I saw her walk into the party in that skintight dress that left nothing to imagination. She was sexy as fuck and I found myself drawn to her in the strangest of ways. I yearned for her. Every time I looked at her, I wanted her, brutally. I adjusted myself and made my way to my next class where I can stare at Hudson and fantasize for the entire hour.

I walked into the class and stayed behind the desk to hide my hard dick from the incoming students. Hudson and Remi sat front and center. Hudson was in that short ass skirt, if she opened her legs, I’m sure I would see that pussy. When she jumped off her bike earlier, I got a glimpse of creamy golden inner thighs and had to bite back a groan. That pussy was going to be mine; it was promised to me already. Regardless, it would have been, even if I had to take it. She will want it though. I saw the way she was with Ryder, Hunter, Grayson, and Zane. She was fucking them; I know she was. So, she would be willing. I’ll have her screaming my name, and scratching my back. She will want it. The female students here always do want it in the end. Even if she fought, that was okay. Sometimes, they fight it at first, but in the end, they give up, be it by force when I break their spirit or when I break their pussies. Recently though, I find they prefer it when they bleed. Or was that me? It didn't matter anyway.Mine.

Remi

I satdown in my seat and took my supplies out, quietly. Despite my ire, which was evident by the way Cerebus popped in, I let Hudson handle the situation. She needed to figure out how to handle shit like this without anyone stepping in. So instead, I looked around cautiously, sensing something unnatural in proximity. Then, I noticed the strange way Blaire was staring at Hudson and it made me cringe. I looked over at Jensi and Luca, who were sitting next to us and I saw the curious looks on their faces as Blaire’s stare intensified. It certainly wasn't my imagination then, I picked up on the danger coming from him this morning. He was someone I needed to watch for, and I'll be sure to mention it to Alvor. We may need a different Human Studies teacher before this semester has even started.

Fuck, this was becoming more complicated by the fucking minute. Logan, with his fucking theories, unstable students thinking with their dicks, and now, a potential stalker teacher.

We surmised that her presence would have the ability to pull out the best or the worst in people, and I had no doubt in my mind that this was going to be difficult, but it is one thing protecting someone as a duty, and then there was protecting someone you find yourself feeling more for. Everything becomes personal and more difficult to handle. Passionate people act and react passionately. You can’t look at everything emotionally. I mean sure, in certain situations, it can make you stronger. It is often the ability to be compassionate that can make leaders great. However, emotions can cloud your thoughts, and those same leaders put themselves, and their people, in danger. It was a vicious cycle in the real world. I groaned internally; my heart, crazies, hornies, and stalkers, oh my. Yeah, shit just got real. I wondered how else this can become fucking worse.

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Hudson

Human relations classpasses by quickly, easily one of my favorite subjects, especially once I got over Blair staring at me. There was something off about that guy. Regardless, I loved the idea of integrating with humans peacefully and doing good in the world with our powers. The magic boards usually wanted to stay within their cities and never expand, but I always thought that was ridiculous. If you stayed within your own world and traditions, could you ever truly grow as a person, both intellectually and emotionally? If only people really understood that we could make so many positive changes in this world. It was a dream, but it was my dream. By the end of the class, we were assigned a five-page paper on the importance of human relations in a particular country of choice. I was excited about it and the endless possibilities. Remi laughed at my excitement but looked genuinely interested in my point of view and we decided to do the papers together during study hall tomorrow.

Lunch passed in a blur, the food delicious, but knowing I would be doing more strenuous activities before dinner had me filling myself with proteins and greens. I even grabbed an extra protein shake, freshly made, to go. We didn't see the assholes from earlier. They probably were preparing for the ass beatings of the day. Remi and I finished lunch and went to change for the second half of the day, where we were able to switch into tactical wear. For girls, that consisted of fitted stretch cargo pants with various weapon holders and a tight black crew neck tee and cargo boots. A lot of good that shirt did for me. My breasts were so big, the crew neck still showed my cleavage. I snapped a picture and sent it to the boys.

HUDSON- (Picture)

ZANE- No.

HUDSON- I wasn’t asking for permission, asshole, this is what it looks like. ??

HUNTER- No one should be able to put on tactical gear and look like a wet dream. That shit looks more like a scuba suit. You sure you got the right size?

ZANE- No, she bought a toddler version. That shit is way too tight. Put on a sports bra or something.

GRAYSON- I prefer the skirt, your ass looked delicious making the skirt bounce, but this outfit outlines every curve. Those curves are ours. Your breasts look like they are about to pop out though.

HUDSON- I’m putting on a tighter bra so that they don’t bounce and knock me the fuck out. But you’re all sexist. Everything you guys wear looks all stretched out across your sexy ass muscles. You're all just pissed because my muscles come with tits.

RYDER- We aren’t sexist, we’re Hudson-ist. We don’t care about anyone else. Besides, sweetie, we’re mad because we can’t see your tits right now, tease. It’s a true tragedy.

HUDSON- That's fair (Sends picture of said tits)

I did put on a SheFit to keep the girls contained. The boys changing had looser fitting gear, but the effect was the same; we looked dangerous and bad ass. Muscles on display. The overall look filled me with excitement and full-blown blood thirst.

ZANE- Fuck!??

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