Page 39 of The Fallen
“It has been some time since I last visited your realm. Are your kind still convinced we live in some volcanic land of perpetual sorrow?”
I open my mouth, ready to defend what I’ve been taught, and promptly close it again. All I know is what I’ve been told by my professors. And their beliefs and statements are based on third-person stories, at best.
Asenath is a direct line to that information. Unbiased. Maybe it isn’t as suicidal to take him up on this as I first thought.
“I think there’s a lot I don’t know, but now isn’t the time for that discussion. Get off me, or I’m going to figure out a way to exorcise you back to the basement,” I hiss out, pushing his chest. He leans back somewhat, his lower torso pressing into my dick. Finally, he sits back on his knees, and my hole clenches automatically when I see his very non-human dick standing straight up.
Jesus, does this guy ever go soft?
His gaze drops down to my ass, and I fight with myself on whether or not I need to cover myself. Especially as more of Ben’s cum leaks out of me.
Oh hell, am I gaping?
“Hey, sorry it took so long. The dean showed up,” Ben announces as he bounces back into the bedroom, a towel around his waist and a dripping washcloth in his hands.
I jerk my head towards him as he stops abruptly, the washcloth falling from his hands.
Well, fuck. Guess whatever invisibility cloak Asenath was using is no longer in effect.
Glancing over his shoulder, he darts into the room and closes the door softly but doesn’t come any closer to the bed. Asenathis frozen on the mattress, except for his tail that’s lashing like an angry cat’s.
I can’t help but laugh at the expression on Ben’s face as he watches the tail; a mix of horror, curiosity, and shock.
“It vibrates too,” I tell Ben before I swing my gaze toward Asenath with a stern look. “And I swear if you start hissing, I’m spraying you with a water bottle,” I sit up and scoot back until I can lean against the headboard.
“You. . . . A demon? What the hell?” Ben licks his lips, attention darting between me and Asenath. Looking over his shoulder, as if he can see through the closed door, he inches closer to me. “The dean is in the living room,” he stage whispers.
Asenath tenses, crimson eyes locking on the closed door. Terror washes through me and I scramble to my feet. The overwhelming urge to reach out to the demon has me freezing, indecision warring in me. It’s an odd feeling, and I’m honestly not a big fan of it. How can indecisive people function?
“Clothes, I need clothes,” I babble, searching the floor for the pants I had tossed off the night before.
Panic grips my chest and I take some deep breaths but it isn’t helping much. The mattress squeaks as Asenath moves closer, but my focus is drawn to Ben. He’s coming closer, his mouth moving, but all I hear is my breathing.
The panic tightens around me, sharp nips flowing across my skin like I’m touching a live wire. Panic isn’t supposed to feel like that, is it?
Ben’s gaze snaps to something behind, most likely Asenath, and his expression shifts to an expression I can’t quite name. Granted, I’m still trying to get oxygen back into my lungs and convince my heart not to pound out of my chest.
“You serious?” Ben asks the demon.
Whatever Asenath’s response is my best friend —lover?— reaching for me.
That pressure in my chest increases, my skin feeling like an army of ants is marching over my body, taking bites out of me. Instead of blood, it’s fire that flows through my veins. It feels like the one and only time I attempted to perform a Celestial Ascension incantation, a ridiculously complex spell that allows communication with the higher realms. In other words, something that no twelve-year-old with a novice grasp of magic should have attempted.
Yeah, I’m ambitious and always have been.
The magic crescendos, then bursts apart, my vision going white as my knees buckle.
I’m falling and I’m soaring.
The magic courses through my body like electricity. Though my body is spasming on the floor, it’s pleasure that dances across my nerves. Tingling heat that washes over me and makes my balls draw up tight as an orgasm punches through me.
I curl onto my side, my body shaking as my hips thrust mindlessly into the air, cum continuing to spurt from my dick as the orgasm rolls over me for what feels like an eternity. I think I’m going to go mad from the euphoric bliss, or scream myself hoarse.
Just as suddenly as it starts, it stops. The crashing waves of ecstasy fade away, leaving me on my side struggling to relearn how to breathe.
“Someone tell me what the fuck just happened.” Ben’s voice is gravelly, the low cadence causing butterflies to set up shop in my stomach. He sounds sexy as fuck like that.
Shifting, I look over to find him leaning up against the wall, the towel half fallen off his hips and a very obvious cum splatter on his lower abdomen and thigh. Apparently, I’m not the only one who got blasted with spontaneous orgasms.
