Warwitch Academy 2, page 18
I considered that. It was honestly refreshing being asked to risk my neck rather than being thrown headfirst into the woodchipper like in my army days. Still, it didn’t take me long to decide. I wasn’t eager for a fight, but something was picking one with me, and damned if I was going to sit on my ass waiting for it to get lucky. Or worse, start really going after Kensie, Erina, or Tanya. The sooner whatever this was was taken care of, the sooner I could go back to regular schooling.
“I’m in,” I said. “But I don’t speak for my harem. I’ll have to ask them who does and doesn’t want to go.”
Elegantra nodded again, her hat wobbling like jello. “I’m glad. It will take some time to organize the hunt, but I will keep you informed as it advances. Until then, though, I will ask that you remain on campus or within the town.”
“Fine with me,” I said. “I’m not exactly eager to ride the train any time soon.”
“Nor is the rail company,” Elegantra said with the hint of a smile.
I left her office feeling a bit more confident about the future, at least. Knowing Elegantra was taking things seriously was a relief, and she wasn’t rushing into the woods half-cocked. I’d been on enough campaigns with overzealous and overconfident commanders to never want to see that again. It sucked I couldn’t go too far from Stoneway for a bit, but so it went.
The morning’s trials, however, weren’t quite done. That made itself known as I opened the door back onto the quad and found a newspaper shoved in my face.
“Did you see this?” demanded the indignant voice of Ashlyn.
Wonderful. Just what I needed.
I pushed the newspaper aside and beheld the fuming dragon-girl right in front of me, one hand on her hip, pupils slitted like a snake’s, and a bit of smoke steaming from her nose.
“Why hello, Ashlyn. It’s a lovely morning. So good to see you, too.”
She stamped her foot and huffed another gust of smoke. “Don’t get smart with me!”
“Well, I’d try being stupid, but I can’t imagine you’d appreciate that either.”
“Of course not! Well?” she demanded, again shoving the paper at me. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
I pretended to consider the front page for a moment. “That it’s not really my most flattering photo. I think I’m much more handsome now.”
“Do you really think I don’t know what you’re up to?” she demanded, advancing a step, practically standing on my toes since I didn’t back up.
“What? Not letting myself end up in a monster’s belly?”
“No!” she barked, jabbing a finger into my chest. “You’re showboating!”
“Excuse me?”
“That’s right!” she declared, punctuating herself with another jab in my chest. “You’re trying to show off to make me feel bad for hating you. Admit it!”
“Ashlyn, what I say next may shock you. But the world doesn’t revolve around you.”
Ooh, that really steamed her to judge by the smoke that escaped with her growl. “Oh please, as if you haven’t been thinking about me.”
“It’s true. I have. And then I wake up in a cold sweat.”
“Ha! That’s a lie, and you know it. You’re a warlock! You think every woman around you is just gagging for your cock. Like I can’t think of anything finer than being held in your strong arms as you ravish me. Holding me down as I beg for more while you ram your thick cock into me over and over again!”
“That’s… oddly specific,” I noted.
“Admit it!” she shot back, standing on her tiptoes, her face an inch from mine, her finger still pushing into my chest. “Admit that you think your bad boy looks, your roguish charm, your impeccable service record, and your harem of elites make you think you deserve me! That you think it makes me want you! Dream about you all the time, even!”
“I—”
She suddenly grabbed me by the lapels of my jacket, her flushed face an inch from mine, her teeth gritted and face went crimson. “I fucking hate you!” she growled.
And then she was kissing me.
To say I was shocked would be a massive fucking understatement. Her kiss was hot, and not just because there was fire in her throat. Her tail lashed with a sound like a whip, and her breasts pressed against my chest, squishing wonderfully. Unfortunately, my body reacted before my head could, doing what it normally did in these situations and kissed her back and matching her energy.
A throaty moan escaped the dragon-girl. Her wings snapped out, fluttering with a leathery sound, and her thigh pressed between my legs, grinding against my bulge shamelessly.
The sound kicked my brain back into gear, and I managed to grab her by the arms and pull her back. “Ashlyn, what the fuck?” I gasped.
“I hate you so fucking much,” Ashlyn panted, her breasts heaving as she yanked me back down and kissed me again. “Hate you. Hate you! I fucking hate you!”
Okay, too weird! I finally managed to shove her off me far enough that she couldn’t immediately lock lips again. “Ashlyn, what the fuck are you doing?”
“A—as if you wanted me to really s-stop,” she managed, her face red and her breath coming in hot pants.
“Even so, I can’t just… Ashlyn, you hate me! And I have a harem. I can’t just do… whatever the hell this is right out of the blue. It’s not fair to them.”
“And what about me?” Ashlyn said, and oh gods, she was starting to cry. “You bastard,” she sniffled, furiously rubbing at her eyes. “You’re awful for me! Just another… another fucking warlock who thinks with his dick. So why… why can’t I stop thinking about you? Every night I wake up sweating and remembering dreaming about you holding me down and… and doing…”
Oh gods. Oh fuck. I looked around quickly, but no one was around yet thanks to the early morning and long weekend. But it was only a matter of time.
“Ashlyn, how about we, uh… we talk about this later. Okay? This is… a bit much for me right now. Please?”
She sniffled again, glaring at me with such visceral anger that I actually took a step back. Or at least, I thought it was anger, but after what just happened, I wasn’t so sure anymore.
“F-fine!” she managed, swallowing thickly and again wiping her eyes until they were raw and red. “But… but you’re gonna take responsibility.”
“I am?” I asked blankly.
“Yes. So figure it out.” With a deep breath, Ashlyn seemed to pull herself back together more or less. “I still hate you,” she said.
“Okay, sure. Got it,” I told her.
With a firm nod, she spun on her heel and ran away so fast she had to have buffed herself with some wind magic.
In seconds she was gone and I was alone again. I took a step back and leaned against the wall of the school, staring blankly into the distance.
“Fucking hell,” I managed.
There was a popping sound above my head, and I felt a pair of soft breasts rest on me. “I’ll say,” Hexie said. “Girl’s got iiiiiisuuuuuues. But you know, master, those ones are the most fun!”
I covered my face with a palm. “Not. Helping.”
“Sure I am!” Hexie giggled, her tiny wings flapping as she brought herself around to hover in front of me, chin tilted up and a smug look on her face. “Allow Professor Hexie to elucidate with my extensive knowledge of relationships.”
I groaned. “Hexie, really—”
“You see,” Hexie interrupted before I could start, “what we have here is a classic case of ‘hate fuckies’. And I’m afraid the only cure is a thorough, dominating trip to pound town.”
“Hate fuckies?” I said flatly. “Really?”
“Check your medical textbook. And she’s got it baaad, master. Not that I can blame her. I mean, look at you! It’s a miracle you don’t have girls pawing at your package right now like monkeys for a banana. And you gotta give it to her, master. Can’t you see how she’s suffering? It’s downright inhumane to withhold the cure.”
I rolled my eyes, but despite how crude she was, Hexie might have a bit of a point—albeit despite her own best efforts. Less about the fucking and more that it did seem like Ashlyn had the hots for me, though what to make of that was still a pretty open question. True, enemies to lovers was a common romance trope, and one I found personally pretty appealing. But that was mainly in fiction. How I was supposed to deal with it in reality was a bit less cut and dry than having Lord Beaumont marry Lady Fran and dance under the moonlight, their houses joined and living happily ever after.
And make no mistake, Ashlyn was pretty. Beautiful even. But I sure as hell wasn’t going to make a decision like this alone. I hadn’t been lying when I said that I couldn’t go behind my harem’s back just for a fun fuck. Those days were behind me. I needed to discuss this with the girls.
“I’m going to talk to Kensie,” I said, starting off.
“Oooh, nice!” Hexie cackled as she winged after me. “Your former hate fuckie with the new one. The ultimate threesome recipe!”
Studiously ignoring the imp and her carnal commentary, I hurried back to the dorm and my room. Fortunately, Kensie had done what I failed to do and actually slept in, so when I opened the door I found her in the living room making a pot of coffee. And wearing only a loose bathrobe left open at the front, which wasn’t doing my erection any favours.
She turned her head as I came in, her dark hair tumbling around her face in a dishevelled mess, and her tail instantly began to wag. “Mmm. Morning, Alister. Grab breakfast?”
“Breakfast?” I said, having a tough time thinking of anything but Kensie’s figure as she practically flaunted it right in front of me. “Oh ah, no. Sorry.”
“Guess you’d forget. After all, vampires don’t eat,” she said knowingly.
“I’m not a… nevermind. I actually wanted to talk to you.”
“Oh?” Kensie said, cradling her coffee as she sat on the couch, her robe falling further off her and her canine ears twitching. “What about?”
Several things, I belatedly realized. It had been a surprisingly busy morning. But a good start was the Ashlyn situation, which I laid out as succinctly as I could, not exactly helped by Hexie’s running commentary.
When I finished, Kensie was leaning forward, her lips pursed in thought. After I finished, she gave a slow nod.
“Makes sense,” she said.
“Good,” I said, sitting down beside her with a grunt. I slumped back into the cushion and stared blankly at the ceiling. “I just don’t know what to do here.”
“Isn’t it obvious? You have to fuck her.”
“Excuse me?”
Hexie burst into laughter. “Hahaha! I knew I liked her.”
I ignored the imp and looked at the wolf-girl. “Are you serious?”
“Totally,” Kensie said as she scooted over, squeezing onto my lap and snuggling against my chest. “It’s super sweet of you to think of us first, Alister. Really. Not a lot of guys would with a dragon-girl throwing herself at them like that. Most would have just railed her right there in the quad.”
“Right?” Hexie cried, hands out and looking around with incredulity. “I mean, duh!”
“Er—” I began.
“But you didn’t,” Kensie hummed, nuzzling under my chin, her ears twitching near my nose. “And I really respect you for that, even if you are a vampire. But,” she continued before I could protest, “it would be a huge win to get Ashlyn off your back and to have a better way of, you know, working out her frustrations than messing with you all the time. Not to mention she’s pretty. She’s smart. She’s got some impressive magic power and is probably rich. Honestly, she sounds like the perfect inclusion to the harem.”
I sighed, my arms looping around the wolf-girl, one hand cradling her ass through her bathrobe, the other stroking her hair. “Kensie, when I first started training, my instructors constantly told me never to stick my dick in crazy. It just wasn’t worth it.”
“And my teachers told me to never fall for a vampire,” Kensie hummed. “But I did, and I haven’t regretted it for a second.”
“Still not a vampire.”
“Tell that to my dad. The second he sees you, he’ll probably try and put a stake in your heart.”
Yeesh.
“Besides,” Kensie added, playfully pawing my chest and tilting her head to look up at me, “I bet you’ve fucked some crazy girls anyway.”
“Well, yeah. Of course,” I admitted. “I haven’t met a fire witch yet that didn’t have some screws loose thanks to all the explosions around them.”
“And? How was it?”
“Oh, amazing,” I told her honestly. “Those girls were total freaks in a very good way. But Kensie, those were flings. What I’m doing now is real. I’m not looking to just fuck some girl for fun. I want to make a relationship.”
“Mmm,” Kensie hummed, her tail thwapping my side as my hand stroked her rump. “Then… think of it as a trial? Besides, she’ll probably mellow out once she gets some of that sexual frustration out of her system. And she clearly wants you after everything that’s happened. Even after getting called a monogamist. That had to hurt.”
I winced. Yeah. That was pretty harsh. Though things had gotten a bit extreme there.
“Tell you what,” Kensie hummed as her fingers teased open my shirt. “Don’t make any decisions before talking to Erina and Tanya first. I’m sure they’ll agree with me.”
“Fine,” I sighed. “I will. But when did you become so convincing anyway?”
Kensie giggled and leaned up, her palm pressing into my now bare chest. “Since I started dating you,” she said.
“Ah,” I chuckled, giving her ass a squeeze, making her eyes flutter and lips part with a needy whine. “That’s right. How could I forget?”
This time, I closed the distance, kissing Kensie lovingly. The wolf-girl wriggled with a needy awoo, shifting so she straddled my lap, her mound pushing against my tenting pants.
Well, at least I found the solution to my erection problem…
Ch. 17
“I think it’s an excellent idea.”
I stared at Erina in shock. “You do?”
“Of course,” the cat-girl said, waving a sandwich expressively. “Why not? As Kensie said, she’s a powerful combatant, and outside of when you’re involved, she obeys all the rules with conviction and steadiness. She’s of noble birth. Brilliant. And though she is, clearly, a deviant and disloyal to the national aim, a good man can seduce even a traitor with ease. In fact, I see it as our duty to the Free States to bring such a clever young woman back into the fold before she can waste her talents and skills in bitterness, turning into a spinster and denying the future her genes and genius! Likely becoming something as depraved as a philosopher or, worse, an actor.”
Ah, that sounded more like her. I settled back in my chair, surrounded by Erina, Kensie, Hexie, and Tanya. The cafeteria was still quiet, which wasn’t surprising given it was the last day of the long weekend. It was just after breakfast, and we’d all met there to try and get a lay of the land and allow me to provide them with a bit of an update on the whole Ashlyn situation.
“I… guess,” I said. “I figured you’d be a bit more hesitant, given your reaction before.”
Erina giggled. “Really now, Alister? That was back when I thought she was a filthy monogamonkey.”
Tanya and Kensie gasped at the slur, and even I was a bit shocked to hear it so blatantly. “Erina!” Tanya protested. “That kind of language…”
The catgirl folded her arms, nose up in the air and her ears twitching. “I make no excuse. Any powerful witch or warlock unpatriotic enough to do something as depraved as demand only a single lover deserves to be tarred as such.”
“Exactly!” Hexie declared gleefully. “Kitty here gets it! We need more orgies, dammit. Orgies everywhere!”
“Hardly,” Erina said sharply, glaring at the demon. “An orgy is only acceptable among a harem. The idea of multiple harems becoming involved in some kind of sex mob is, frankly, disgusting.”
“...Right.” I turned to Tanya. “And what are your thoughts? You seem to know Ashlyn a bit. What do you make of it?”
“Honestly, Alister?” she said, pressing her hands to her huge chest, a beatific smile on her face. “I think it’s wonderful! I’ve been so worried about Ashlyn, in fact. Our families were close, and she and I spent much time together, playing and studying. In fact, when we were only girls, we’d talk about the man we’d both love and whose harem we would join.” She sighed whimsically. “Girlish dreams of having a dozen children and spoiling each other’s with love, candy, and toys.”
“Opinions seem to have diverged on that one,” I noted.
Tanya’s face fell, the lights that orbited her head dimming. “It’s true,” she sighed, her head bowing a smidge. “I’m afraid we were separated in the senior year of high school. Things had not been going well with the war, and pressure was on us by our families to get into a relationship as soon as possible. I was able to demur for a time, but I’m afraid Ashlyn was her mother’s only child. And from what I saw, her mother put a lot of pressure on Ashlyn to simply find a man as soon as possible. She tried to set up a number of suitors, but Ashlyn was always very willful and didn’t take to it well. She rejected them quite animatedly, which only caused her mother to try harder.” Tanya shook her head. “I fear it coloured her opinion on warlocks quite a bit. But I never realized how much until we met again in Stoneway. And seeing how she treated you, Alister. It was… a bit of a shock, if you want to know the truth.”
“Damn,” I murmured. If what Tanya said was true, no wonder Ashlyn had such a chip on her shoulder. It didn’t excuse what she’d done to me, but it did help explain things a bit. I mean, I wasn’t too much different at the start of this year, was I? Being afraid of loving anyone. Getting close to someone.
