Warwitch Academy 2, page 10
“Then I can go?” I asked.
Her face again melted into a grandmotherly gentleness. “Of course. And thank you, Alister. I know this has been difficult for you, but I’m glad that you’ve been able to adapt so well and be of such help to us.”
“Gladly,” I told her, and left.
Had to say, getting that interview over with lifted a weight off my shoulders. I actually felt a bit more optimistic for the rest of the day, especially given I was going to be meeting up with Kensie. I checked my watch and saw that the interview had run a little long. Damn. Not great; I was running a bit late for my date, which meant I better start running for real.
Ch. 10*
I slowed down as I got closer to the cafeteria, coming in at a more casual jaunt. As I ambled up to the doors I spotted Kensie standing nearby and looking quite different from usual.
The wolf-girl had shed the usual hunter garb and even her more casual getup of the school’s uniform. Instead, she had on a pretty if somewhat gothic looking dress, with plenty of frills and fairly expansive skirts. The black fabric looked terrific with her hair, which had been combed and even held back by a silver hair pin. Honestly? Even I could tell that the dress was pretty dated, but it really worked on her, and made her look absolutely stunning.
Not to say she wasn’t attractive every day. But there was something more formal about her now. She was always beautiful, but now she was… pretty, if that makes sense.
“Kensie,” I said as I drew near. “Hey.”
“Hi, Alister,” she murmured, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.
Smiling warmly, I took her hand, prompting her to look me in the eye. “You look great,” I told her with utter sincerity.
Her cheeks reddened and she ducked her head shyly. “You think so?”
“Absolutely,” I told her. The cute little gesture made me feel awkward, so I cleared my throat and looped my arm in hers. “Shall we?”
I saw her blush deepen, but her arm tightened in mine, and together we went into the cafeteria.
Had to say, I felt a little overdressed at the moment, seeing as it was the place we ate our regular meals in. I mean, the dining room did look pretty spectacular, but you eat somewhere every day and you stop paying attention to the aesthetics.
There were more than a few other students inside who were also a bit dressed up, including a couple warlocks and their harems. I even spotted Salazar, who looked more wakeful than I’d ever seen him while a pair of what looked like fox-girl twins cuddled him and he squeezed them against his sides.
Well, at least I wouldn’t be alone in using it as a date spot.
We got our orders in and headed over to one of the more private spots in the cafeteria. I had to admit, I wasn’t too sure what to do now. My only real dating experience since I got out of the army had been interrupted by a giant mutant toad, and it hadn’t exactly been going great beforehand. Sure, I’d had relations during the war, but I wouldn’t exactly call grabbing a quick lay and maybe some distilled hooch before the air raid sirens went off romantic.
And I did want to make this work for Kensie. She was going out on a limb for me here, albeit mainly from her own misunderstanding. I can’t imagine getting into a vampire’s harem would sit well with her family, which reminded me that I probably shouldn’t attend any family dinners without some serious caveats.
We took our seats, and I noticed Kensie had loaded up with a truly impressive steak and some grilled potatoes, while I’d gone for pork chops and plenty of them.
“Pretty good,” Kensie said as she took a bite.
“Very,” I agreed as I sliced into my dinner, trying to watch my table manners.
“Did you eat well in the army?” she asked.
“Rations were… okay,” I said slowly. “Usually got enough.”
“I notice you eat a lot,” she noted.
“Old habits,” I told her with a shrug. “Never sure when you’ll get another meal, so I tend to stock up. Plus, my wyldcraft tends to burn plenty of calories.”
“And you can nourish yourself through blood,” she said.
“Sort of,” I admitted. “I can, but it doesn’t exactly put on weight. And I’m not a vampire.”
“Sure,” she said, giving me a wink.
I just sighed. Honestly, it wasn’t worth the effort. “Is that going to be a problem?” I asked her.
“Hm?” Kensie asked.
“Your family maybe thinking I’m a vampire,” I said.
Kensie frowned a little. “It’s not great,” she admitted, pushing her potatoes around with her fork. “I don’t think daddy is going to like it, but mom is a bit more open minded. And she calls the shots for the most part.”
“She does?”
Kensie nodded. “Dad has no magic,” she said. “Just a regular man. But he’s been good to me. And mom will be happy that I’m happy. So long as you don’t try and turn me.” She gave me a sharp look. “You won’t, right?”
“Promise,” I assured her. “You’re perfect as you are.”
Kensie blinked, then flushed hotly and ducked her head. “I um…” She coughed. “Some people say I can be a bit… intense.”
“They’re not wrong,” I admitted. “But I like that about you. As long as you don’t try and spray me with holy water anymore.”
She blushed again, but the silence became comfortable as we enjoyed our meals.
As the portions shrank though, I could tell her nervousness increased. She kept shooting me quick looks and squirming in her seat. It was kind of cute, and a bit surprising. Kensie had never struck me as shy, but clearly tonight’s expectations were a bit out of her wheelhouse. It just made me want to make sure I showed her a very good time.
At last we finished our meal and I got up. “Want to head back to our room?” I asked her.
Kensie licked her lips. “I um… I’d like that,” she breathed, standing as well.
I moved beside her, looping my arm with hers, our fingers intertwining.She blushed, ducking her head as we walked through the darkening campus, her tail thwapping my leg with happy wags as globes of magic light lit up among the branches of Stoneway’s many trees. Honestly, if someone had told me I’d be sharing an evening like this with Kensie after our first meeting, I’d think they were insane.
Yet here we were, and I had to say, I was enjoying every moment.
The face in the door of the dorm gave us a knowing look before it opened to admit us inside, and together we made our way into the building. As we entered the living room, I closed the door behind us and looked down at the wolf-girl.
“Do you want to come into my room?” I asked her.
Kensie nibbled nervously at her lip. “Um,” she breathed. “A-actually, I was thinking we could… maybe go to mine…”
Now that was a surprise. Despite living with her this long, I hadn’t actually seen her personal room other than quick glances through the open door. “Sounds good,” I said, smiling down at her. “Let’s.”
Kensie squirmed, but eagerly tugged me towards the door. She opened it, taking a moment to fiddle with something that was probably a trap before she tugged me inside.
My first impression of Kensie’s room was that a bomb had gone off. I actually paused just to take in the utter state of it. Clothes were strewn everywhere. Some were pieces of the school’s uniform, but there were a lot of obscuring black cloaks, sports bras, and other random acts of fashion. Weights, a medicine ball, and plenty of other workout equipment was scattered haphazardly about. A huge poster of a vampire’s anatomy hung on the wall, with the weak spots meticulously outlined. In fact, the only things that seemed organised were the weapons.
There were dozens of them. A full rack of daggers were hung up on the wall. On a table was a crossbow surrounded by cleaning supplies. Stakes were lined up by size on a belt hanging off the back of the door, and several swords hung in their sheathes from a rack on the far wall. Her bed was large and covered with even more clothes.
Kensie stood beside me, staring at her room as if seeing it for the first time. She let out a squeak and bustled in, snatching up scattered socks and shirts. “Oh. Ohhhh! I’m sorry. Sorry! I didn’t… uh… I kind of forgot that… Um… It’s laundry day tomorrow and um…”
I laughed, catching her hand in the midst of picking up a pair of panties. “It’s fine, Kensie. I don’t mind.”
She looked up at me in surprise. “You don’t?”
“No,” I told her, leaning down, tugging her towards me. “Besides, we’re just going to toss some more clothes around anyway, right?”
Kensie blinked, then her lips parted in an “O” of understanding. Seeing an opportunity I couldn’t resist, I leaned down and stole a kiss.
Instantly Kensie tensed. Then, with a weak moan she melted, pressing against me and clutching my coat as she wriggled in delight, her tail wagging so fast it made the curtain flutter.
The first thing I discovered about Kensie’s body was that it was incredibly sensitive. As my hands ghosted over her curves she yipped and whimpered in puppyish excitement, her cheeks so warm I could feel their heat as we kissed. Her tongue was uncertain, fumbling, but very eager to learn as I deepened the contact, holding her close.
I broke it after a long moment, Kensie practically swooning in my arms as I looked down at her. “Ready for more?” I asked her gently.
“P-please,” she panted.
Sounded good to me.
I kissed her again, my hands now roaming with more purpose, finding buttons and clasps as I slowly stripped her down.
Kensie submitted to this eagerly, and soon enough I eased her back onto her bed, her nakedness on display, fairly glowing with her blush, though her tail never stopped wagging. Her thighs pressed together protectively and her hands covered her chest shyly as she looked up at me.
“You are absolutely gorgeous,” I told her as I shrugged off my coat, letting it pool around my ankles.
“You t-too,” Kensie said, practically drooling as I tugged my shirt off, baring my pale chest. Her eyes roamed over the scars that patterned my skin, and as I shucked off my pants her eyes widened at the sight of my hardened cock.
“Oh,” she whimpered, biting her lower lip.
“Thanks” I chuckled, climbing onto the bed. I hooked my fingers in her panties and gently tugged them down, revealing her shaved mound. I raised an eyebrow, amused. “Well well. Did you prep yourself a bit?” I asked teasingly.
She went downright cherry red at that. “D-do you not like it?” she asked nervously.
I laughed softly at that, grasping her thighs and gently pushing them up and apart. “Let me show you how much I appreciate it,” I told her, moving down between her legs.
Kensie watched me, her eyes wide with excitement and anticipation as I ran my tongue along her folds. “Ah!” she gasped, body jolting at the electric pleasure that surged through her. But I held her steady, my tongue again stroking her, teasing her open.
“O-oh,” Kensie moaned as my tongue delved into her. “Oh. Ohhhh! Awoooooo!” she gently howled, arching a bit on the bed as I strummed her, every flick of my tongue delving deeper until she was wriggling in helpless ecstasy. Her hands clutched the already messy sheets, her breath coming in hot pants, her ears flicking with every stroke of my tongue.
“A-Alister,” she moaned. “That’s… nnn… that’s g-good. So goooood!”
I didn’t answer, my tongue far too occupied. Not that she seemed to be complaining. The pretty wolf-girl was in absolute rapture, whimpering and moaning. Squirming and panting. I could feel the coming of her climax. The way her muscles tightened. Her back arched, breasts quivering, lips parting in a final howl of orgasmic bliss.
“Awoooooo!”
I milked her orgasm gently, letting her enjoy every moment until she flopped on the bed, panting hard, hot, but growing slow. I rose from her, towering over her with my hands planted on either side of her head. She stared up at me, vulnerable, needy, ready and willing to give herself to me. Again I was struck by her earlier attitude towards me, and again I felt my heart throb with joy to have found the sort of love she had for me. A love I’d been afraid I’d never know.
I leaned down, kissing her tenderly. Kensie submitted happily, her mouth tasting of the spices and steak she’d had earlier, her fingers weaving through my hair and gliding down my back. I moved between her legs, one hand guiding my cock to her entrance. I heard her breath hitch as I nudged her there.
“Please,” she murmured when she felt me pause. “Alister. I… I want it.”
“And you’ll have it,” I promised her, and pushed into her.
I felt her stiffen, her pussy tightening, and I gave her time to relax before I pushed deeper. Filling her nice and slow.
She whined in pleasure, arching under me as I stroked and touched her, relaxing her as I began to slowly thrust into her. Her pants came short and fast, accented by canine whimpers and womanly moans. Sounds I’d heard with other women, but never before filling me with such happiness and satisfaction.
Soon we settled into a steady rhythm, the soft slap of flesh filling the room as I took her, bringing her towards her inevitable orgasm with a loving tenderness that actually surprised me. I wanted her to enjoy every second. Every sensation. To remember it for the rest of her life. Show her that she’d made the right choice by loving me.
And judging by her rising moans and bending of her body, I was succeeding.
“A-Alister,” she panted, staring into my eyes lovingly. “Oh g-gods, Alister. I’m… I’m close. I’m close. I’m… I’m… Awooooo!”
She came, her second orgasm even stronger than the first. Her body absolutely quivering as she gave in, surrendered to the pleasure, her sweet cry music to my ears and the sudden tightening of her body more than I could bear. I pumped into her a few more times, relishing the rippling sensation of her orgasm until I was brought to the brink as well. I groaned in ecstasy as I stuffed her a final time, cumming with a burst of pleasure that was both warm and wonderful.
Kensie whimpered in delight as the warmth of my seed filled her. She sagged like every ounce of tension in her had been swept aside at once.
As she relaxed I eased out of her, rolling onto my side and pulling her against me. Kensie rolled over, burying her head in my chest, her ears tickling my nose and her tail wagging once more.
“That… that was amazing,” Kensie breathed in my arms.
“Glad you liked it,” I said, nuzzling her lovingly.
“Mmm. And… thank you for resisting your urge to bite and drink my blood,” she said shyly. “I know it must have been hard.”
I rolled my eyes. “Not a vampire,” I reminded her.
“Mmm. Whatever you… say…” she murmured, snuggling into my arms and falling asleep.
I sighed, but as I felt her breathing even and her body press against me, I supposed it didn’t really matter just then. Hell, if anything, it showed how much she trusted me. If she did think I was a vampire, when better to turn her into my thrall? Yet she trusted me enough to fall into a deep sleep in my arms.
I smiled, stroking her hair, earning a soft yip of pleasure. I chuckled, and let myself drift away with her into a comfortable sleep.
Erina Harper - For the Future of This Great Nation
Erina Harper, Fourth Princess of the great state of Umbrica and Second Prefect for the first-year students of Stoneway Academy, checked her stance for the third time. Feet shoulder-width apart. Weight evenly distributed. Spell gloves properly fitted. Uniform precisely as the Stoneway Academy Student Manual specified on page 247, subsection C, paragraph 4.
Perfect.
“Ready when you are,” her opponent called from across the practice ring.
Miranda Coalwright stood in a loose stance that made Erina’s eye twitch. The second-year earth witch had her feet too close together, her shoulders weren’t properly squared, and she was holding her obsidian bracelet foci at completely the wrong angle. How she’d made it to the reserve team with such sloppy form was beyond comprehension.
“Begin!” the referee called.
Erina moved first, diamonds crystallizing around her hands in textbook gauntlets. She darted left, keeping her profile minimal as the manual demanded.
Miranda’s response was... adequate. Stone erupted from the practice ring’s floor in jagged spears, forcing Erina to pivot. She spun gracefully, using momentum to drive a diamond-wrapped fist through the nearest spike. The stone shattered in a shower of debris that she deflected with a hastily raised arm.
Standard opening gambit. Earth users stereotypically went for area control first—Erina was guilty of this sin too from time to time. Her mother had taught her the optimal counter: stay mobile, close distance, exploit slow casting times when the opportunity presented itself.
Erina surged forward. Another stone spear thrust up at an angle. Sloppy targeting. She vaulted over it, already preparing a crystalline blade along her forearm for the finishing strike.
Then, unbidden, the thought struck her: Alister and Kensie probably have finished dinner by now.
Her landing wobbled slightly.
Focus, she commanded herself, deflecting a chunk of stone with her gauntlet. You are a prefect. A princess. Defender of democratic values and the future of Umbrica.
But her traitorous mind had already begun veering to her beloved Alister’s nationally crucial seed. Dinner typically lasted forty-five minutes to an hour. Transit time back to the dorms, perhaps ten minutes. Which meant that right now, at this very moment, they were quite possibly...
A boulder the size of her torso slammed into her hastily raised stone shield, sending her skidding backward.
“Getting tired already, Harper?” Miranda taunted, though she was breathing hard herself.
Erina’s ears went flat against her head. Unacceptable. She was representing not just herself, but the entire first-year class. The prefect system itself! That which had brought her glorious nation such proud and noble heirs to its traditions and institutions. She couldn’t lose to someone who didn’t even hold their focus adequately.
