Page 62 of Wings of Ashes
“And yet… If you told me the name of the person who potion-ed you, I would make them beg to experience Hell once I was done with them,” he promised in such a gravelly, threatening voice that the hairs on the back of Nix’s neck stood up in fear. “Now…we’re going to play a little game.”
Nix blinked.
Suddenly, she was sprawled over a desk, completely naked.
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“Incubi are notorious for slipping into dreams,” Professor Étienne Thierry said in his normal, stuffy, intelligent demeanor of teaching. He sounded exactly as he did during class.
But she was stretched out, butt ass naked, on his desk at the front of the room where he spoke.
Deep down, Nix knew Bael was putting this in her head. She knew it was just a fantasy of her spread, naked, across Professor Thierry’s desk and notactuallyhappening. But…
Itfeltreal.
The gazes of her classmates on her felt real.
The smooth, hard wood of the desk pressed to her nipples as the tips of her breasts tightened into stiff peaks.
A cool breeze wafted over her bare pussy, and she shivered, causing her nipples to rub against the hardwood.
“What the hell?” she cursed at Bael.
Struggling, she could not move. Her ass stuck out; her arms were fastened behind her. Her weight balanced her torso and face against the desk while her legs shook even though her feet stood firmly on the floor. He had her in a sex position.
“Stop messing with my head!” she told Bael.
Though she could not see him, she knew Bael stood behind her, his hot gaze licking down her backside.
Professor Thierry droned on, “And in dreams, what do incubi tend to do?” he asked the class, who all stared straight ahead at Nix with blank and bored expressions. “Can anyone tell me?”
Bael’s low voice rasped from behind Nix, “We tend to fuck.”
Suddenly, a warm palm slammed down on her ass cheek.
She squealed and bucked on the desk. “Bael!”
Blood rushed to both her face and ass cheeks as embarrassment trickled through her. Though it was a hypnotic vision and not real, Nix still felt the eyes of her classmates on her.
“You’ve been a very bad student, Nix,” Bael whispered from behind her. She heard the metallic clinking noises of Bael unhooking his belt and lowering his pants zipper. Would he really…
Her inner muscles squeezed, and a gush of wetness leaked from her pussy. Could her classmates see how wet she was at this fantasy?
“Refusing to give me a name of the person who potion-ed you,” Bael trailed off as he traced a single, warm fingertip down the curve of her spine.
Down, down, down. His finger skimmed between the swells of her ass cheeks and continued to slide until he found her pussy entrance. He circled his finger over where her core leaked arousal.
“What a bad, bad girl,” he said.
“Once they reach maturity in Hell, incubi are cursed to walk the earth and feed on the sexual energy of others,” Professor Thierry said. “But it is important to note that no paranormal being can survive more than two feedings from an incubus.Feedings require full sexual intercourse where the incubus and his victim experience orgasm.”
Nix’s clit began to pulse at the word “orgasm” coming from Professor Thierry’s lips.
“Each feeding is a draining of the victim’s life force. However, an incubus can have sex with someone in a dream without ever actually feeding,” Professor Thierry added.
“Hear that?” Bael asked in her ear. “We could have sex a hundred times in your dreams, and you’d never have to worry about me taking that pretty little soul for myself.”
