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Boarding School Ch. 01

By: pr0nnage



Part I: Study Session

All characters in this series are fictitious, as are the encounters between characters. The boarding school is at the high-school level, and all characters involved in the stories are over the age of 18.

Part I: Study Session contains anal sex and tit fucking.

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It was only two weeks into the school year, and already Rob was stressing over homework. He just didn't get biology; it was that simple. He had gotten back his grade for the first quiz -- a C minus -- and cringed. "How am I going to get by if I can't even get a decent grade on a biology quiz?" he had thought. Luckily for him, Amanda knew what she was doing -- she had gotten an A minus -- and she was nice enough to offer to help Rob out by studying with him for the next one.

"So, wait, gametes are haploid? What does that even mean?" Rob pushed the book away, sighing in frustration.

"It's really simple, Rob," Amanda said soothingly. "All it means is that they carry one complete set of chromosomes. So, haploid, in the case of humans, means 23 chromosomes."

"Oh, alright, I get it now... Why is it that you can explain this stuff so clearly, and I just don't get it in class?"

"Maybe because you keep sneaking glances at Trisha instead of paying attention?"

Rob looked at Amanda in shock. Was he being that obvious?

Amanda was grinning back at him. "So, I'm on to something, then?" she teased. "Or maybe it's Katherine you've got your eye on... Hate to break it to you, but I think she's taken."

"Har har, you're really funny, you know that?" Rob responded sarcastically. Maybe he should be more subtle: if Amanda had noticed, maybe others had as well. It was true, though. It wasn't his fault, though, was it? He couldn't help it that Trisha was sexy and Katherine was intriguing, to say the least. Maybe it was his imagination, but he was pretty sure that Trisha had been flirting with him recently: she had gotten over her shyness, at least.

"Let's just get back to studying, alright?" he said, quickly.

"Alright, alright, no need to get touchy about it," Amanda said, and they went back to studying.

What Amanda had said a half hour earlier was still going through Rob's mind when next to him Amanda sighed deeply.

"Phew, I don't think I can study anymore. My neck hurts from being hunched over, my hair's a mess, and I'm all cross-eyed too, look!"

"Your hair's great, and you don't look cross-eyed to me. You look fine. Better, even."

The words were out of his mouth before Rob could think twice.

"What do you mean by that?" Amanda asked, with one eyebrow raised.

"Well... uh... I... uh..."

"How articulate," Amanda said, winking at him. "Sounds to me like Trisha and Katherine aren't the only ones you've been checking out. Am I right?"

Rob didn't see any way out of this, so he decided to just be honest. "Yeah, alright. I have checked you out."

"How long have you been doing that?" Amanda asked, a note of interest in her voice.

"Well, I guess since the first day I met you, when I helped you carry some of your stuff in here," Rob responded, his confidence growing slightly.

"What a coincidence." Amanda smiled at him, "me too."

With that, Amanda went back to her biology book, leaving Rob in a stunned silence.

Rob kept sneaking glances at Amanda after that. He noticed how her strawberry blonde hair shone in the light of the desktop lamp. He noticed how she would tap her pen against her lips when she was thinking. She'd called him out on his actions, and hadn't gotten angry with him. "That has to be a good thing, right?" he thought. "Maybe if I..."

He stretched his arms behind his head, stretching them up into the air, and slowly he moved his right arm through the air to Amanda's shoulder.

Amanda caught his arm in the air, and turned toward him. "Now I know you're not that lame, trying to put your arm around my shoulder. Am I right?" She laughed, "what are we, in middle school?"

Rob grinned sheepishly, knowing that she was right.

"If you want my attention, Rob, all you need to do is ask for it. It's that simple. Ask me, go on."

"Um... can I kiss you? I guess?"

"There you go, that's more like it," and without a moments hesitation, Amanda leaned over and kissed him long and hard. She withdrew and asked, "Can I ask you a question now?"

"Sure, go for it," Rob said, confident from the kiss.

"Can I see your cock?"

Rob didn't know what to answer. On the one hand, she had asked for it herself, but he just didn't feel right just whipping it out. Amanda could sense his hesitation and took matters into her own hands.

"I'll just take your silence as a yes," she said, and she started unzipping his fly. "Stand up, so I can loosen your belt and pull your pants down."

Rob knew better than to argue with her, and did as he was told.

His semi-hard cock hung in the air in full view. Rob felt odd, considering how he had only bargained on a biology study session. Still, the tension hung in the air, along with a sense of possibility.

Amanda was staring intently at his cock, as though she was trying to get it hard just by her willpower. After what seemed like hours, Amanda looked up at Rob's face. 

"It's your turn to ask me a question," she said, unable to hide that she was panting slightly.

"Well, I've been hoping to..."

But before Rob could even finish his sentence, Amanda had gotten up out of her chair and lifted her tank top over her head, revealing a black bra. "It unhooks in the front," she said.

Rob unhooked the bra, as she clearly had invited him to, and then he took a half step backwards. Her breasts were beautiful, 34D cup globes with pink areolae and already hard nipples. He didn't wait for an invitation; instead, he reached out his hand toward her left breast.

Amanda seemed to have been waiting for this, because as soon as he started flicking her nipple with his thumb, massaging the full weight of her tit, she moaned a little. Feeling bolder, Rob leaned in to suck her left nipple.

Amanda moaned louder, still, and held his head close to her tits, encouraging him to keep sucking on them. He reached up, and massaged them while he was sucking away.

He let his right hand trail down her chest and stomach, slowly inching his way to her jeans. He brought down his other hand to open her fly, leaving Amanda's tits unattended. She opened her eyes, and saw Rob fumbling with the button and zipper. Without a word, she reached down and undid her pants herself, sliding them down her legs and to the floor. She turned around, giving Rob a view of her tight ass, barely covered by a stringy black thong. She slid this down her legs as well, leaning over slowly, and lingering with her fingers touching the floor: Rob was staring right at her pussy and ass, his mouth open at the sight.

Amanda turned around, with her hand covering her pussy lips. "No peeking" was all she said, and she knelt down in front of Rob's now fully erect cock. She looked up at him, her big green eyes betraying her horniness, and her tongue running along her lips. "It's my turn to ask a question," she said.

"Yes, oh yes..." was Rob's immediate response.

Amanda expertly sucked his cock, licking all the way down the shaft to his balls and back up again. She twirled her tongue along his purple head, teasing him. She took his head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it again and again. She moved her head up and down, moving his cock deeper into her mouth, and then further out again. She cupped his balls with her left hand, squeezing them gently, and she began stroking his shaft with her right hand. Rob moaned in pleasure.

"I can't take this much longer," Rob thought, and he pulled Amanda's head away from his swollen dick. "My turn to ask a question," he said. He guided Amanda to her bed, and laid her on her back, her head and shoulders against the wall. Now Rob knew why Amanda had covered her pussy before: it was completely bare. Her pussy lips were puffy and moist and Rob couldn't wait to taste her juices. He licked along her outer lips, twirling his tongue, teasing her, moving closer to her clit, but not licking it yet. He licked up along her inner lips, up to her clit, now it was time. He gently flicked his tongue over her clit, causing Amanda to moan loudly. He began sucking on her clit, and she became even wetter.

"Please... in... me... now..." Amanda moaned. How could Rob argue with that?

He stood up and took his cock into his right hand, moving it along Amanda's outer lips. He used his left thumb to work at her clit, still teasing her pussy with his dick. Amanda pushed herself off from the wall, and Rob's dick penetrated her in one swift motion.

Rob began to slowly start pumping in and out of her, but Amanda wanted more. "Faster... harder..." she moaned, letting out a squeal of pleasure when Rob responded to her plea. Rob pounded her with long, swift and hard strokes. Her tits swayed with the motion of their bodies, the faster Rob pounded, the faster her tits moved. Rob became hypnotized, this motion leading him on and on, and he kept pounding away at her.

Amanda's moans grew louder and louder, and her pussy tighter as she neared climax. "I'm cumming, oh yeah, I'm cumming!" she moaned, and Rob could feel the truth of these words. His cock, still pounding in her pussy was drenched in pussy juices. "Let me taste myself," Amanda gasped, still recovering from her orgasm. Rob brought his dick to her lips, and she sucked him fervently, tasting her own juices and their combined sweat.

Rob, his dick almost sucked clean by Amanda, put his cock back at her pussy entrance and drove it in deep. He resumed his pounding, until Amanda put her hand on his arm. He slowed and looked at her. "In my ass, Rob, do me in my ass." It turned him on to hear her, the sweet, friendly Amanda he'd gotten to know over the past two weeks saying these things -- to her hear talking dirty, to have her telling him what to do.

It was the first time Rob had ever anally penetrated a girl, and he figured he should move slowly at first to let her get comfortable with his cock deep inside of her anus. Amanda, however, thought differently. "Slam it into me, oh, yeah, give it to me hard!"

Rob lunged forward, his cock all the way inside her, his balls resting against her firm, curved ass cheeks. He plunged back and forth, moaning loudly himself, but not as loudly as Amanda, who seemed to be positively screaming with pleasure. He felt the aching in his balls, and he knew he would be cumming soon. He wasn't sure whether he should cum in her ass, but Amanda, as though she could read his mind, moaned out "Oh...! Fuck my tits! Cum in my mouth!"

Rob pulled out of her anus, and straddled Amanda's chest, putting his dick between those two beautiful tits. Amanda squeezed her tits together with Rob's cock nestled in between, and Rob thrust back and forth, his balls gliding along Amanda's abdomen and his purple cockhead knocking against Amanda's chin. His balls swelled, "open your mouth, I'm cumming!" And, with that, he shot his load into Amanda's open mouth. She sucked the last bit of cum from him, and smiled at him, some cum hanging from her lower lip and chin. "Biology's not so hard, is it?" 

Boarding School Ch. 02




All characters in this series are fictitious, as are the encounters between characters. The boarding school is at the high-school level, and all characters involved in the stories are over the age of 18.




Part II: Extra Credit contains deep-throating, anal sex and some voyeurism.

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For all her help with studying for biology over the past weeks, Amanda hadn't been able to prevent Rob's getting failing grade after failing grade. Trisha, the biology teacher, had asked Rob to come see her after class. Rob's heart sank to his stomach when she'd asked, and he gave Amanda a sad look across the aisle.

"It's okay, Rob," she whispered to him. "We'll just study harder next time."

"Something tells me that's not going to be enough for Trisha," Rob told himself. "I just hope that there's some way I can balance this out – I can't afford to fail this class."

Once class was over, everyone else left the room, and Rob slowly walked to Katherine's desk, where Trisha was sitting. "She may only be filling in for Katherine, but she's got enough authority to kick me out of the class," Rob thought, concerned. Katherine was really showing now, and it wouldn't be long before she took pregnancy-leave.

"Rob... Rob... I couldn't believe my eyes when I read through your answers for the test. I'm just so disappointed. You are by no means a bad student, but something about biology seems to be difficult for you."

Rob just nodded, silently.

"Now, I'm concerned for you, because I don't think that this class is right for you. I think that biology could present a problem for you when it's time for the final exams – and I don't think that you should suffer just because you are having difficulties. Have you considered getting a tutor, or a study-partner?"

"I've been studying with Amanda the past few weeks, and it feels like I'm learning. I just can't seem to do well on the tests."

"I think that it's a good idea for you to work with Amanda, so I recommend that you keep doing that. I could also give you some contact information for someone more... experienced, if you'd like?"

While he was worried what Amanda might think if he got a real tutor for biology, Rob knew that this was a decision he would have to make for himself. "Yes, I would appreciate it, thank you."

Trisha took a sticky-note from the top drawer of the desk, and wrote down a name and a number.

The name and number were hers.

"Umm... are you suggesting that you tutor me?"

"I am, yes. After all, I've studied biology in University, and I am your teacher. I finished my study recently, so everything will still be fresh in my mind."

"Is it allowed, though? I mean, because you are my teacher?"

"I think that it won't be a problem. Now, I suggest that we start as soon as possible. Tomorrow night, in this classroom – 8 PM?"

"Thank you again," Rob said. He wasn't sure if having Trisha tutoring him was a good idea, but he couldn't think of anything better himself.

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The next day, Rob knocked on the door of the biology classroom at a few minutes to eight. Trisha opened the door for him, and held out her arm, pointing him to a chair in front of her desk.

"Sit down, Rob. Let's get started with this chapter on asexual reproduction in plants."

Rob began to read, occasionally asking Trisha a question. After an hour, Rob's head was beginning to hurt.

"Could we, maybe... I mean..."

"Take a break? Of course. The vending-machine is down the hall, if you'd like to get something to drink."

Rob walked down the hall, and got himself a soda. He took a long drink from it before heading back.

When he got back to the room, the lights were off, and Trisha wasn't around.

"Strange," Rob thought. "She did say that we were only taking a break, not that we were done for the night, right?"

"You're back." Trisha's voice came from behind the door. A small light went on behind him. Rob turned around, and his mouth dropped open. There was Trisha, alright, in only her underwear.

Not just underwear, even, but in red, lacy lingerie. A skimpy pair of panties, which looked to be a thong of the tiniest proportions, and a half-cup bra, Trisha's light brown nipples and areolae in plain sight. Her legs seemed to go on forever, though that was probably a result of the thinnest of straps that held her thong in place.

"I... uh... what?" Rob stammered. He was so confused. Sure, he'd thought of Trisha in that way before – after all, she was a young and gorgeous brunette – but he hadn't expected that anything like this would ever happen.

"I think, Rob, that studying harder for your biology tests is only one piece of the puzzle. It may help you with your finals, but your grade for the class will still be far lower than you deserve. How do you feel about some extra credit work?"

Rob didn't know what to say. He couldn't keep his eyes off her; her breasts, cupped and her nipples hard in the slightly cold, mostly dark room; her crotch covered in a tiny slip of red lace; her mouth parted and her eyes intensely staring at him. He could only nod.

"Well then..." Trisha said, and she took a few steps toward him. "Let's see what we can get accomplished tonight." She leaned in to kiss him.

Now that she'd kissed him, Rob woke up again; he couldn't believe his good luck. He decided to go with it, and not hold back.

Trisha helped Rob take off his shirt and pants; she used her teeth to pull down his boxers, her eyelashes brushing his cock on the way down.

She began to suck his rapidly swelling dick – running her tongue up and down his shaft, in circles around his head, and sucking his balls into her mouth. She looked up at him, winked, and asked "Have you ever been deep-throated, Rob?"

Rob's eyes opened wide – he must be dreaming. "No... I haven't," he managed to say.

Trisha put his cock in her mouth, and slowly moved her face toward his pelvis, inching his dick down her throat. She held him there for what seemed like forever. She slowly moved away from his cock again, and looked up at him. "How would you like to really earn your extra credit, Rob?"

Rob nodded, "Tell me how."

"I'm going to suck you deep, again, but I want you to fuck my face. Can you do that for me?"

It sounded strange to hear her speak this way, but Rob was undeniably turned on. "Yes."

She inched her face toward his pelvis again, his cock in her mouth. When she'd reached his lower abdomen with her nose, she leaned her head back slightly. She licked his balls with her tongue, moving her head back and forth slowly at first. She looked up at Rob, his dick still deep in her throat, and blinked her big, brown eyes twice. Rob, taking this as a signal, put his hands on the back of her head, his fingers in her shoulder-length brown hair, and started slowly pumping his cock back and forth, deep inside Trisha's throat.

Trisha took his right hand with her left, and moved it to her throat. He could feel his cock inside her. She placed his hand in an inverted choke-position, and leaned forward, her nose scrunched up against the upper base of his shaft. She grabbed his ass with her own hands, and pulled herself further onto his dick. She retreated and thrust herself forward again, again and again. Rob knew that she wanted it rougher, and he thrust back and forth with her. Trisha's gurgling sounds turned Rob on more than he would have expected, and he thrust harder, his eyes closed.

Trisha squeezed his ass, and Rob opened his eyes. Trisha was looking up at him, her mascara running. He pulled his cock out, and Trisha caught her breath. "My my, I think you deserve an A for that, Rob," Trisha said in a slightly hoarse voice.

Rob helped Trisha to her feet, kissed her, and then trailed kisses down her 5'7" body, then up again to her lips. He again trailed down past her throat and to her 30C sized breasts – the nipples and areolae in the open, pushed up to meet him in her half-cupped bra. He took them into his mouth, one by one. He squeezed her breasts together and flicked and pinched her nipples with his fingers and tongue, even using his teeth. Trisha gasped and moaned, pushing his face closer to her. She led him back to the desk, with his face still at her breasts, and she sat herself down. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and pulled him in closer.

Rob, gasping for breath, pulled his face back from her breasts, and moved his hands around to Trisha's back, undoing the clasp of her lacy red bra. His hands trailed down her back to her ass. His guess had been right – her thong, in the back, was only three tiny straps, held together by a single ring. He leaned her back on the desk, so he could remove her thong.

She wasn't completely bare, like Amanda, but Trisha had certainly given thought to her trimming. A small diamond of hair floated above her pussy – her lips were wet, and she spread them apart with her fingers, showing him her clit.

Rob dove forward with his face, burying his tongue in Trisha's pussy, reaching deep inside her, and licking frantically in circles. Trisha came and came again, Rob's face wet with her juices.

She brought his face to hers, and kissed him, licked his face to taste her own cum.

She turned him around, and sat him down on the desk.

"Let me ride you, Rob! I want your cock inside me!"

Rob helped her up onto the desk, and sat her down on his rock-hard dick. She straddled him, and rode him hard – she thrust back and forth, up and down, climaxing again. Her perky breasts bounced in rhythm, mesmerizing Rob.

Trisha slowed down. "Rob, take me in the ass! Tell me you will!"

"Oh, yes! Let me fuck your ass!"

She lifted herself from his dick, and took his shaft in her right hand. She guided him to her anus – she was tight, but her juices on Rob's cock helped him slide in. Trisha leaned back opening her legs wide – Rob could see her dripping pussy, and he could she his shaft sliding into her ass. She braced herself, placing her hands on the desk, and she thrust up and down on Rob's cock. Her wet pussy danced up and down in Rob's view; he reached out and rubbed her clit with his right thumb and index finger – squeezing and teasing Trisha to another climax.

Trisha lifted herself from him again, and stepped down from the desk. She took his hand, and helped him down too. She laid herself on the desk, on her back. Her head hung over the edge of the desk. "Fuck my face again, Rob, cum deep down my throat!"

Rob guided his swollen dick to her lips, and slid in – deep down her throat until her nose was buried between his balls. He fucked her face, his balls slapping against her face – his left hand on her tits, and the fingers of his right hand buried in her pussy. He thrust and thrust, moving his right hand to her throat.

He came hard, deep in her throat. He could feel his dick swelling in his climax, his cum shooting into her with his right hand on her throat.

"Well done, Rob," Trisha gasped. "You're well on the way to a better grade in biology – you've gotten yourself an A for this extra credit assignment."

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Katherine, the school's biology teacher had come back to the school to gather some of her papers. While Trisha was a good replacement, for the length of Katherine's pregnancy-leave at least, Katherine felt that she shouldn't stop working just yet. It was what made her a good biology teacher in the first place: her dedication to keeping up with current developments in the field, studying hard as she would expect her students to do.

What Katherine could not have expected was what she found when she arrived at the school building that housed the science classes. The lights were off in nearly every classroom, but there was some light coming from the biology classroom. She inched slowly down the hall, careful not to make a sound – in case it was a burglar, or a student looking for the answer-sheets to the upcoming multiple-choice test.

She found a student, alright, but she was shocked to find him having sex with Trisha. While she intended to open the door, to catch them red-handed, she couldn't help but be turned on by what was happening. She stood in the doorway, watching the events unfold.

Katherine touched herself in a way her husband hadn't for a week – he was afraid that it might harm the baby. Even though the doctor had told them that there could be no bad effects, her husband would not have sex with her. "Trust me, it's better this way," he had said.

"Not better for me," Katherine had thought, then. Now she was sure. Seeing Trisha and the student going at it convinced her that she needed sex now more than ever.

"And I know just how to get it..." she thought to herself, smiling.



Boarding School Ch. 02



It was the middle of the night, so school was in session. The limo driver on the other side of the tinted partition remained patiently in his seat for instructions. I stared out at the massive building, not feeling at all gun-ho about being a student here.

"Your meeting with the Dean is scheduled in five minutes, Mistress." The deep rumble belonged to my bodyguard. My father always insisted on them, despite the power I wielded to fend for myself if any threat arose. This particular suite was named David. He had been an off-again, on-again guard throughout my life. He had over four hundred years on me and nearly 100lbs. All of it muscle. As most of our bodyguards, David kept his hair in a buzz cut, close to his head and unobtrusive. His green eyes were a shade darker than limes. He was a massive bulk of intimidation who liked to dip into my cookie jar once in a while.

I powered up the window, my eyes remaining on the scenery it blocked. "I know when the meeting is, David. I don't need any sort of commentary."

His gaze immediately dropped to the floor at our feet. "I apologize, Mistress. I forgot my place."

My gaze went to him. "Apologize correctly, David."

Without hesitation he slipped from his seat in front of me and went to his knees. I wore a long, thinner-than-gauze skirt that flowed down to my ankles and spanned straight out around me when I twirled. My soft-soled shoes were strappy like ballerina shoes and showed more foot than they covered. David lifted one of my feet to his lips and kissed the top of it. I crept my fingers in the skirt, lifting it up, exposing my legs and the junction between them. David's eyes darkened with hunger at the site of my lack of panties.

"Keep apologizing, David."

I heard the thickness of his swallow. "Yes, Mistress." He kissed my ankle then. Moved his lips up to kiss my shin, higher for my knee. He turned his head and kissed my other knee as I kept the first elevated, resting that foot on his shoulder. His lips brushed upward, kissing my thigh, moving to kiss my inner thigh. Then higher still. I watched his head disappear under that bunching of skirt and my body shuddered as his lips met my clit, his tongue raking across the bundle of nerves. Then his lips sealed over the nub in a sucking kiss and my hips jerked in reaction, breath coming heavier. His tongue flattened against my pussy and raked up the juices that were flowing out, coating the skin with moisture.

I looked at the watch on his wrist. Two minutes.

"That's enough grovelling, David. We have to go."

He moved back from me, his eyes glazed with hunger, face slack with arousal. And his pants were tented in the front.

"Pull yourself together, David. You look less than presentable."

"Yes, Mistress." He tugged at the collar of his shirt and suddenly his game face was on. His control was like a challenge, something that dared me to poke and prod and tease it until it broke, but that wasn't something advisable, not at this time. I was going into a mission under the persona of my public view. I was working a case where I had to be my Vampire self, which meant I had to be the princess of my people. And a princess doesn't go out in public with faulty security. Daddy would spank me if I didn't uphold my image.

Yet another incentive to break my bodyguard.

David gave two sharp raps on the partition and the driver exited the front. I watched as he came around the side and opened the door. David was the first to exit, as was standard. He searched thoroughly through every inch of yard and window and tree for any form of threat or suspicious activity. David was one of those guards who took his job very seriously, which was good on his part because my father's idea of a pink slip was about six inches of steak and a sun bath. Father was very strict when it came to my protection. Through his many centuries of existence, he has sired many sons, none of which have survived past four centuries. Though some believe that he still has sons out there, the truth was Father's last son expired not long ago, just a few years before his 400th birthday.

Not that I've past the 400 mark, not my a long shot—I am only 18. I am his only daughter, born to him by a female of power and worth. I am an unprecedented creation among our kind, one that he hopes will come into even greater power than that of his own and my mother's combined. I am also the only child of his that was born of the only female he had taken to bed out of more than just lust.

Which is the only reason why he dotes upon my "delusion" in being a Huntress. Once my "phase" was over with he could continue to cultivate me into the greatest leader and most powerful creature he was eager for me to become.

Finally deciding that the coast was clear, David turned back to me and stepped to the side, reaching out a hand for me. I put my hand in his and allowed him to help me out. It wasn't exactly necessary, but it was a formality, as was most everything Vampire Purebreeds did.

My skirt, with its black and red gauzy layers, swished around my legs as I stood. My black blouse had flowing sleeves that covered my hands and the blood red rubies at my throat were cool against my skin. My raven-black hair was down in its loose curls, flowing over my shoulders, making me look more like a dark gypsy than anything else. My eyes were the clearest blue and the stormiest gray and every shade in between, depending on my mood. Though when I was aroused my eyes took on a shade of green with the blue. And more often than not, the irises glowed. I've been told that my glowing eyes were one of the reasons why others of my kind were fearful of me—the glowing of the irises was a sign of immense inner power. In my opinion, that power was locked in my eyes because I have yet to surpass many of my distant relatives in the level of our energy. But I kept that opinion to myself. If my twin nightlights struck fear into those who serve me, I could live with that. And if that fear keeps them from uprising against me, and by extension, my father, they could live, too. I would like to say that despite my eighteen years of age, I was strong enough to take on any threat that reared it's ugly head and that I wasn't in any real need of a bodyguard. But truth be told, though half my blood is from the most powerful being Earthside, the other half limits me.

The front doors of the school were a deep, dark red with antique gold ornate handles and hinges. David opened one side for me, the limo driver, who I had not noticed was still with us, opened the other. I looked at the driver and noticed that he had once served as my guard before. It was something my father liked to do, hide guards within the basic services; cooks, maids, seamstresses. Limo drivers. Ever since I was a child and was attacked by a servant jealous for my father's attention, he has done what he could to always keep me safe. Though I believe it has more to do with the power he sought for me to wield than anything to do with me being his blooded daughter.

The inside of the school was dim, accustoming to its student's needs. Darkness has always been a part of our existence. Being beneath the holy light of the sun was a death sentence for a creature of Satan. And though the brightness of artificial light didn't engulf our bodies within the sun's sacred flames, it was rather uncomfortable, especially on the eyes. These halls, however, were empty in their darkness. Classes must have been in session.

Vampires are vain in nature and I love the attention we ascertain as I walk by my father's side. I love the whispers of jealousy from the other females, feed off the lust emitting from the males. But for the time being, I was glad there were no one in the halls to take note of my arrival. I was uncomfortable enough as it was having to enter within a school of my kind to betray one vampire in particular. If I was ever exposed in my mission, those who were loyal to me and my father would be questioning their princess. After all, when a Vampire SEMI was ever found out, the first action taken is to cut off their heads. Vampires do not allow betrayal of their own kind to Hunters.

The headmaster's office wasn't hard to find, and as David knocked firmly on the large cherry wood panel, I read the gold nameplate silently to myself: Headmaster James T. Cromwell. There was a short ruffling of papers and a clearing of a throat, who I suspected was James T. Cromwell's.

"Come in."

David opened the door for me, entering in at the side of the door as he pushed it flush against the wall, his back to it. I stepped in as he closed it behind us, David taking up sentry duty at it.

"Welcome, Princess Tepes!" The man at the desk stood and came around to me, dropping to his knees and taking my right hand in his. His lips brushed the ruby ring there, our family crest detailed beautifully on the sides.

I allowed my lips to lift coolly at the sides. "A humble greeting. Very good manners, Mr. Cromwell." He smiled up at me. "Now get to your feet."

He gave a bow and did as he was told, formality done with. "Now. We've been expecting you. Come, please. Have a seat."

We? I thought. I took a step forward, toward the two plush high-backs that were in front of the headmaster's massive desk, and the third presence became clear.

As the man stood, his waist-length black hair flowing heavy behind him like a thick curtain, I bowed my head, dropping into a curtsy that was low and nearly painful. He towered over me in his six-foot-eight-inch height, his piercing black gaze both frightening and beautiful. His mere presence was overwhelming, the power He radiated as He focused on you something that could flay the flesh from your bones.

My body was already needy from David's previous apology. Now it was achy, yearning for the release only His power could give me, only His touch could bring. No one could come close to this, no other's touch could bring the pleasure only my Master could wrought—

I blinked. My breath came faster for me as I understood where the words were coming from. This was one of many of his talents. With a simple gaze, the slightest curve of his lips, he could fill a being with the need to worship him. He could make someone give up everything they had, everything they were for just the pleasure of his gaze, maybe the lightest brush of his fingertips. He's had royalty and nobility bow before him with just that touch of his eyes. He's had the proudest of men drop to their hands and knees and grovel before him. All because of that aura of his.

Swallowing hard, I forced my body to calm as I raised my eyes to his. The quirk of his lips was the only indication that he was proud—or maybe just amused—by my force of will. Either way my eyes met his from beneath my lashes as I curtsied to him. And with the utmost respect and reverence, I greeted him.

"Hello, Father."



Boarding School Ch. 03



Part III: Happy Birthday?

All characters in this series are fictitious, as are the encounters between characters. The boarding school is at the high-school level, and all characters involved in the stories are over the age of 18.

Part III: Happy Birthday contains deep-throating and gagging.

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Since his extra credit sessions with Trisha, Rob's grades had steadily improved -- something Amanda had noticed.

"I'm really proud of you, Rob! I think we've finally figured out how to study and help you with Biology!" she had said after they got back another quiz. Rob had gotten a B+, Amanda an A as always.

If only she knew how I've been keeping my grades up, Rob thought. On the one hand he was really pleased that his grades were improving, but he was also getting frustrated with biology. He still didn't really understand some of the material, and it bothered him to get good grades that he hadn't really deserved. He'd told Trisha about it at their most recent "study session", and she'd laughed it off.

"As long as you keep me cumming, Rob, I'll keep the good grades coming."

It's not that Rob wasn't pleased to be fucking the biology teacher, but it was getting to be too much of the same. Even his homework sessions with Amanda were getting to be repetitive. Rob remembered the first time he and Amanda had done it -- he was shocked, then, that she wanted it in the ass. Now, she wanted it every time they fucked. She was still hot, and he couldn't get enough of her tits and pussy, but he wanted something new.

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At Monday's morning meeting, the Headmaster usually gave useless tidbits of information, and Rob would zone out until they were allowed to leave. Today, though, the Headmaster mentioned something that made his ears perk.

"I want to wish a happy birthday to Evey and Anne, who are turning 18 today. Happy birthday, girls!"

Rob hadn't paid much attention to Evey and Anne, the twins, since school started -- after all, they didn't have any classes together -- but he remembered now how they had flirted with him at that first morning meeting. An idea came to his mind, and it wouldn't budge.

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Some days after classes were over, Rob would go to a small building built into the outer wall of the grounds, where he had moved the school's drum-set. There had been complaints about noise when it was still in the art room, and so Rob had suggested this little building as an alternative. Whenever he was feeling particularly stressed, or just wanted to get away from things for a while, he would play for an hour or two.

Rob was there again, that afternoon, drumming away and trying to work through the details of his plan. Somehow he had to think of a way to get his idea across to the twins without scaring them off. He was having a hard time trying to figure it out, and his mind kept wandering to thoughts of the twins -- their brown eyes, their shoulder-length brown hair, their habit of giggling constantly. It had bothered him a bit when he met them, but now it seemed like a cute habit, and one he would love to experience more often.

Knock-knock. Knock-knock.

Rob faintly heard the knocks on the door, and he looked up. Amazed, he saw Evey standing at the door, smiling flirtily at him.

"Hey! What are you doing here?" Rob asked

"I heard drumming, and I wanted to come check it out. I've heard it before, and I've seen you walking in and out, so I figured it must be you... [giggle] I wanted to come say hi," she said.

"Well, you're right, it's me. But, enough about me, happy birthday! The big eighteen, huh? How does that feel?"

"Thanks! It's not really any different, I guess... well, not yet anyway," she said, winking.

"Oh yeah? That's disappointing, for you, I mean. Any big party plans for the weekend?" Rob said, hastily changing the tone of the conversation. Evey had walked up closer to him, and put her hand on his arm and was gently stroking it.

"Actually, we do, yeah, me and Anne are having a party on Friday night. You should totally come! We'd love to have you there!"

It was Monday, so that gave him 4 days to come up with a good plan for him and the twins -- Rob just assumed that Anne would feel the same about him as Evey obviously did, at least, judging by how she was acting around him at the moment.

"But... maybe you want to come and have a small party with me tomorrow night, too? Anne and Amy are going to be gone, and I don't want to be alone so soon after my birthday..." Evey said, with a sweet voice, batting her eyelashes at him.

Rob couldn't believe his ears -- it seemed like he wouldn't have to plan very much after all, here she was, asking him to do exactly what he had been trying to think of a way of asking all afternoon. How could he say no?

"Yeah, alright. I guess I could keep you company, watch a movie or something," he said, as casually as he could manage.

"Alright! It's a date, then," she said, with a wink, and turned around to leave.

Rob watched her walk out the door, 5'2", her cute ass in her tight jeans and hips swaying, her shoulder-length brown hair bobbing a bit with her steps. Man, oh man, Rob thought to himself. I really have all the luck!

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On Tuesday, Rob walked across the driveway to the building across from the one where he lived, smiling to himself. He'd decided to bring a few movies with him, so that Evey could choose what she wanted to see most.

He opened the door, and turned to the right, heading up the stairs. Evey's room was at the end of the hall, on the left. He knocked on the door, and replied with his name when he heard Evey call out, "who is it?"

She opened the door for him, and let him in. He looked around the room -- it was quite nice, if a little messy.

"I'm so sorry for all the mess! I just haven't gotten around to folding my laundry, and I guess it just ended up on the floor. I'm so embarrassed!"

"Don't worry about it, really," Rob said. When she'd mentioned laundry, he noticed what she'd meant. Among the books and notebooks on the floor were scattered pieces of clothes -- tops, some wrinkled blouses, two pairs of jeans, and bras and panties. Pink, light blue, polka-dotted, heart-printed, brightly colored circles -- almost every pattern and color he saw was both cute and sexy.

"So... you said you'd bring some movies so we could choose?" Evey asked, snapping Rob's attention back to her. She was wearing a pair of faded, dark jeans -- the faded patches across her upper legs and pockets -- a blue spaghetti-strap tank top, and her bra-straps were showing. White with small green, yellow, pink and blue polka dots. 

"Yeah, I brought these four," Rob said, smiling. "Hopefully there's one you want to see."

Evey picked out Cruel Intentions, a movie Rob had seen a few times already but liked enough to watch again. Evey motioned Rob to the bed.

"I don't have any chairs or a sofa or anything, but we can sit on the bed and I can move the screen a bit so we can see better."

"Alright, cool."

Evey put the DVD in the player, and sat down on the bed beside Rob.

"Thanks for being here," she said, kissing him lightly on the cheek.

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Rob had seen the movie before, so he decided to focus on Evey's reactions instead. He was glad he did, she was really into the movie.

When Sarah Michelle Gellar's character was writhing over Ryan Phillippe's character on the sofa, Rob could hear a slight moan from Evey. He decided to go with it.

"Mmm that's pretty sexy, isn't it, Evey?"

"Mmm, yeah... it's, like, wrong because they're family -- but they're only step-siblings..."

"Yeah, that's true... but what about you and Anne?" Rob asked, pausing slightly before going ahead with the question he hoped would get Evey to open up.

"What? Us? What ever do you mean, Rob?" she asked, giving him a wink, letting him know he had her attention and could carry on with the question.

"I mean, have you two, ever, you know... done anything like that?"

"You're going to have to be clearer than that, Rob? What do you mean? Like, me cuddling with my own sister? Sure... more, even..."

Rob decided to take a chance and ask her bluntly what he had on his mind -- if it backfired, well, that's life. Can't get anywhere if you don't take risks, he thought.

"I mean, have you and your sister ever gotten sexual with each other?"

"Yes. Keep asking," Evey said, with another wink.

"Have you touched each other?"

"Yes."

"Where, how?"

"Mmm... you know Rob, go ahead and say it..."

"Have you... gotten to third base with Anne, Evey?"

"Mhmm. You mean have I ever sucked on her tits?"

"Yeah..." Rob was definitely turned on by Evey talking dirtier -- it wasn't something he'd expected, but he wasn't complaining.

"Mhmm. You mean have I licked her clit, and made her cum?"

"Yeah..."

"Mhmm, Rob... oh yeah. She tastes so good... and we were talking about you yesterday when we were doing it..."

Rob knew he'd hit the jackpot -- the twins were talking about him when they were having sex. Maybe, after their party on Friday...

"Come on, Rob -- kiss me... I want you first, before Anne can have you..."

Rob leaned toward her, and kissed her on the lips, softly at first. She pulled him closer, and kissed him harder, her tongue prying open his lips and massaging his tongue.

Evey leaned back, until she was lying on her back on the bed, the movie forgotten.

Rob looked down at her, her cute face, brown eyes and lips smiling at him. He put his hands under the edges of his t-shirt, and lifted it over his head.

Evey pulled him down to her, kissing him hard again. She pushed him away again, and sat up, putting her hands under her tank top. She lifted it over her head, exposing her bra -- the green, yellow, pink and blue polka dots on white. She brought his hands to her sides and kissed him again.

"Mmm... take off my bra, Rob..."

Rob undid the clasp at the back, removed her bra, and leaned back a bit to take her in -- her B-cup tits were perfect: small but firm, her nipples biggish and puffy. Rob leaned forward again, to suck on her nipples.

"Mmmmmm, Rob..."

Rob trailed kisses from her nipples up her neck, to her mouth and kissed her deep, before making his way down her neck, breasts, chest and stomach -- kissing all the way. He reached for the button and zipper of her jeans, but he found her hands already there, undoing them. He helped her slide her pants down her legs, her matching white with polka dotted boy-shorts showing a small wet patch.

Rob kissed Evey's pussy through the fabric, making her moan lightly. He moved his fingers across the front, across her pussy lips, up and down, Evey moaning again.

"Mmmmmm, Rob, let me see you... let me suck you..."

Rob got up from the bed, and helped Evey take off his pants, then he was standing in only his boxers.

"Rob... I... are you...?" Evey stammered

"You mean, am I big?"

"Yeah..." Evey said, staring intently at the front of Rob's boxers, where a bulge was starting to form.

"Are you nervous, Evey? Don't worry, I'll be gentle -- only as far as you can handle."

Somewhat reassured, Evey slid Rob's boxers down his legs, and he kicked them aside.

Evey looked up at Rob, a nervous smile on her face. "It's bigger than I thought..."

Rob smiled reassuringly down at her. "It's okay, Evey. As far as you can handle."

Evey licked the tip of Rob's cock, and held it in her hands. She ran her tongue down his shaft, and up again. She put the head in her mouth and ran circles around it with her tongue.

"I want to take it all, Rob... I want it all down my throat..."

Rob slowly moved his cock deeper into her mouth, as far as he could get before her throat resisted. He held it there, letting her get used to the size of it. He pushed a little further, and Evey gagged.

Rob pulled his dick out of her mouth, stopping to tap it on her tongue a few times.

"Mmm," Evey said hoarsely. "I want it all the way Rob, all the way."

Rob helped her up and helped her lay down on the bed. He turned her onto her back, and brought her closer to him, so her head was hanging over the edge of the mattress. He put his cock at her mouth, and slid in slowly, inch by inch. He was halfway in when Evey gagged again. She put her hands on his ass, squeezing, to let him know she wanted him to keep going.

Rob put his hand on her throat, rubbing it so it would relax, and slid in further. Finally, he was all the way in. It was an amazing feeling, to be so deep down her throat.

Rob pinched Evey's nipples, rolling them between his fingers, and he could hear her moan -- her throat still tight around his cock. He slid his right hand down her chest and stomach to her undies, and slid his hand under them, his palm resting on her patch of hair, his fingers searching for her clit.

Every moaned harder, and Rob rubbed her clit, faster and faster -- he could feel her getting wetter with the tips of his fingers.

She squirmed as her rubbed her clit harder, and he thrust his cock as deep as he could down her throat. Evey moaned and gagged, and Rob kept rubbing her clit.

Rob pulled out of Evey's throat, his cock wet with saliva, his fingers wet with Evey's cum. Evey sat up, and turned around to face Rob.

"Oh... god... that was amazing... Mmmmmm..."

"Mmm, I'll say. Look at my fingers, they're dripping," Rob said, and he licked some of Evey's cum from his fingers.

"Mmm... I want you to fuck me, Rob. Fuck me hard!"

Rob got onto the bed next to Evey, and turned her onto her left side. Evey slid down her boy-shorts, reached behind her and guided Rob's cock to her pussy. Rob spread her pussy lips with the fingers of his right hand, and thrust into her.

"Oooohhhhh! Rob, yeah! Deep, oh, I want it deep!"

Rob rubbed her clit as he fucked her deep, lying on his side and taking her from behind. He thrust faster and faster, his fingers rubbing her faster and faster -- getting her wetter and wetter.

"Oooohhhhh......! Mmmmmm... Oh yeah, Rob!"

Rob slid out of her pussy, she was so wet.

"Rob, mmmmmm... let me ride you, Rob..."

Rob rolled onto his back, and helped Evey turn around to face him. She started rocking back and forth, moving faster and faster, and bobbing up and down on his cock.

"Oh, mmm... Evey, I'm going to cum!"

"Cum on my tits, Rob, mmmmmm..." Evey rolled off Rob, and laid next to him on the bed.

"Mmm, yeah, alright, baby..." Rob straddled her waist, and came on her tits. Rob collapsed on top of Evey, exhausted.

"Mmm, Rob... Are you coming to the party on Friday, still? I know a present you can give me and Anne..."

"Oh, I'll be there. Mmm..." Rob kissed her on the lips, softly.



Boarding School Ch. 03



My formal greeting to my father—a greeting any servant would give their master—was rewarded with nothing more than his nod of acknowledgment. But that small, seemingly inconsequential motion, meant more to me that what others would see. I love my father, respect him, and so whenever we were in the public's eye—especially like those of the Elders' class or other Purebreeds—I do all I can to keep his reputation up. I act the humble daughter, in reverence to his power and status. He treats me as he would any other Vampire. He is our monarch and I his loyal servant.

When formalities were over and done with, my father and I sat down in our respective seats.

Headmaster Cromwell spoke. "Now, my Princess. Our Lord has already informed me of your reasons for honoring our school with your enrollment." I slid a glance to my father, unsure as to what his motives were for helping me, or if he was here to hinder. Unaware of my sudden suspicion in everything, the headmaster continued. "As you are aware, this is an all male school. We are not often blessed with the presence of a beautiful young woman such as yourself and our students can be a bit...crude. To say the least. They have yet to be taught the proper ways of respect."

"Just get to the point, Mr. Cromwell. Are you trying to tell me to not take their words or antics to heart?"

As the male verbally fumbled for something to say to that, my father tipped back his head and laughed. The deep sound stopped the babble, bringing Cromwell's eyes to the source. Everything about my father was transfixing, and he had no qualms about using every bit of himself to his advantage.

Ending the laughter, he brought his gaze back to Cromwell's. "I suppose your students are not the only ones in need of a good lesson, James."

Despite the levity of his words, I took them as the reprimand that they were. Sliding out of my seat, I knelt at his feet, hands clutching together in front of me like a nun praying to her savior. But Father was anything but Jesus Christ, and I was anything but nun-ish.

I lowered my head, eyes closed, not even allowing myself to gaze upon his bare feet with their perfect toes. "Forgive me, Father. I spoke out of place."

"That you did." I flinched at his words, even as the sound of his voice had my body clenching in lust. Then I felt his hand on the top of my head, his fingers threading through my hair. "Perhaps you may earn back my graces if you are successful in apologizing to the one you interrupted." His suggestion was an off-hand murmur, but the power he exuded, coupled with his touch, had me eager to do his bidding. Aching to do his bidding.

"Yes, Father."

With the wave of his hand the heavy ornate desk slid to the side without so much as a touch. Knowing that I wasn't allowed off my knees until my request for forgiveness was accepted, I turned and crawled to Cromwell. Without raising my eyes, my hands slid up his legs, his thighs, feeling the toned muscles beneath the black slacks. Born Vampires aged as normally as humans until puberty. That was when their growth hit a bump. There are a lot of eighteen-year-old vampires who still look like they're twelve. Cromwell wasn't eighteen, though. He was on his third century, and looked around twenty-eight. His hair was the color somewhere between dark blond and light brown. His eyes were a pretty shade of brown-gold. As stated before, all Born Vampires are unearthly beautiful. Cromwell was no exception.

My hands found his zipper, releasing the binding with practiced ease. He was already semi-hard. I could feel his lust radiating, but it was a nerve-wracking experience for him to get an apology from his Lord's daughter, while his Lord was there to watch—enjoy. But I've done enough apologizing in my father's presence, most at his command. It was nothing new for me to take another Vampire's dick in my mouth, being careful of my fangs, with my father's eyes on me.

My apology was thorough and well enjoyed, if the hardening of his cock was anything to go by. Within seconds the flesh was solid as steel, covered in silken velvety skin. The pre-cum that beaded at the tip of his cock was like a taste of ambrosia; yet another alluring tactic that Vampires had. Being sexual creatures, everything that had to do with the subject was a weapon in and of itself for us.

Sucking harder, I tried my damnedest to bring him to orgasm. My body hot with need, thighs quivering with both holding myself up and wanting to open for penetration. My pussy was soaked, juices running down my thighs to pool at my knees. But an apology meant that the one in the wrong gave the pleasure and allowed themselves none of their own.

Though I have to admit that I loved sucking dick. I loved having something in my mouth. And the added taste of a Vampire's cum was yet another pleasure of mine.

Cromwell's hands tightened at his sides, and I knew he was close.

"You may place your hands upon her, if you wish, James." My father's voice was soft and amused, and the power of his deep tones was a stroke within my womb. It nearly had me cumming. But that was the point. It was against the rules of a sincere apology to allow yourself any form of release unless permitted by the one you're apologizing to. Father loved toying with the ones on their knees, and despite me being his daughter, I was no exception. He would play his power along my body and silently laugh at me when I forced myself not to orgasm. It was cruel on his part and that was the whole point. He was a spawn of Hell, after all.

Hands tentatively touched along the top of my head. Cromwell was still hesitant in being on the receiving end of an apology from his princess, but the pleasure was getting to be too much for him. Eventually his lust won out because his grip became a forceful thing, grabbing handfuls of my long dark hair and pulling my mouth, my throat, down over his stiff cock. I had to bite off a moan as the head of his cock slid past the back of my throat, coating the burn with that delicious pre-cum. I swallowed when I could, breathed when I could, gave myself over to his fierce drives, his demanding guidance.

Slipping the triangular opening of his pants a little wider, I slithered my fingers inside and fondled his balls, the sparse, silky hair there tickling my fingertips. I let the tip of my nail play along the soft, sensitive skin at the back of them, felt his sack tighten in response. Not long after that, his grip in my hair tightened to the point that I felt a few strands rip free. Then he was down my throat, my lips meeting the base of his staff as he arched his hips and pulled me tighter against him. And he was cumming, his release coating my throat, both burning and soothing, musky and minty. I sucked hard, pulling as much from him as I could, wanting to suck him dry.

All too soon I was being pulled back. My father stood above me, his hand in my hair, my neck arching at a painful angle to look up at him. His eyes were black and glittering, sinister deeds echoing in the ebony depths. Then he bent low to me and with his other hand lifted my skirt from my rump.

His grin was devilish, to say the least, as he looked at my exposed pussy. "You took more pleasure from apologizing than you should have, Daughter."

I licked my lips, and couldn't control the flexing of my pussy. "I'm sorry, Father."

His grin widened, exposing not only his wickedly large fangs, but the second, slightly smaller set that flanked the larger ones. Without a word, his grip in my hair pulled me up from my hands and knees. His other hand still held my skirt up, and he ran that hand around to my front, his fingers scooping through the juices that were sliding down my inner thighs. His touch alone was devastating, the feel of his unholy flesh sending sparks of pleasure to shoot up and down my spine, all senses of nerve-jerking sparks to concentrate within my womb. My lips parted to allow air in as I panted. His black eyes sparkled as he watched my arousal build. Then his wet fingers slipped between his own lips. He let a rumbling purr of pleasure to vibrate through his chest, and that was the last straw. My orgasm hit me hard and fast, a dam breaking as my body jerked against his hold and my shouts filled the room—

And just like that, the flood was shoved back into its reservoir and the dam in place once again. The pain of it being forced back into place had my breath coming hard on an exhale like a punch to the gut, my muscles shaking, my energy depleted. My head felt light and it was only my father's grip in my hair that had me standing upright. And as I stood there in pain and my full release denied, my father fed off of me. He opened himself up, tore into my energy, and fed off of my shaky muscles and useless limbs and cramping womb. He dined on my denied pleasure and subsequent pain.

I barely felt my skirt swish back around my ankles but when my father's arms went around me, I felt the tingling coldness of his body against mine. He scooped me up and sat back in his chair, my curled body resting on his lap, my head leaning against his shoulder. His initial feed had ebbed but his link still remained, siphoning my languid energy like sipping delicately through a thin straw. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Cromwell closing up the front of his pants. The light wave of my father's energy flowed around me and Cromwell's desk was back where it was before. Everything was back as it was, my being curled up against my father the only indication that something other than chatting had happened.

"You may continue now, James," my father said.

Cromwell cleared his throat and continued from where he left off, speaking to me as I reclined against my father. "As I was saying, our students have yet to learn all aspects of respect to those of such status as yourself. I just ask that you try to leave them in tact if anything is to get out of hand with them."

"Undoubtedly, I am sure that the young men here can control themselves with their princess, perhaps more so than my daughter can herself." That was no doubt a barb at me for having orgasmed with nothing more than the touch of his fingertips and the sound of his purr. "However, if something does get out of hand, I am confident that War will handle the situation accordingly." His beautifully thick ancient accent was tainted by his sinister demeanor. Every part of him screamed demon. It was something I couldn't help but love about him.

"Of course, Father." I gave him the words he was no doubt waiting for. My obedience was his expectation.

He looked down at me and gave the faintest tilt of his lips. "Good girl." The endearment wasn't lost on me. He knew what Boss called me. Somehow Father knew every bit of my life, no matter how seemingly inconsequential. Though it would be no secret to him that I was at this particular school for a reason. After all, why would I transfer to such a school at the age of eighteen? Father liked to home-school me but at St. Crimson's Academy, I would be put in the senior class.

Cromwell gave a sharp nod and opened a drawer of his desk. He retrieved a folder and handed it over. "Now that that's out of the way, here are your necessities." The folder was a thin black plastic, those more fancy kinds compared to manilla folders. Inside were my class schedule, events schedule, a calendar and other information. Not like I would really need it but a real student would, so I accepted the folder. At the bottom of the folder was a plastic card. I poured it out into my hand and looked at the black rectangle with the school's emblem done in red and gold. "That is your key to your dorm room. At the Lord's request, you have a single in the A-1 building—the best of the best. Your items are being moved there as we speak."

I lifted my head slightly from my father's shoulder. "And when will I be starting classes?" My voice was languid and husky, still affected by the screaming and the dick that was down my throat. Not to mention my father was still doing a little of his own sucking on me.

Cromwell opened his mouth to answer but my father's ancient voice cut through. "I have suggested that you be given the rest of the night off, to adapt to your new surroundings. You will start promptly tomorrow evening."

I said the words that were expected of me. "Thank you, Father." I was rewarded with the lightest brushing of his fingertips along my inner thigh. I hadn't even noticed that his hand had gone up my skirt until I felt his skin against mine. My body shivered. My father's lips twitched.

"Of course, my dear. Now, if you will excuse me—" he abruptly sat me on my feet and stood up, his full body brushing against my own "—I have a previous engagement to attend to in Russia."

I curtsied to my father and kept the position as Cromwell bowed and kept his. "Of course," Cromwell breathed, his reverence at my father's presence nearly palpable. "It has been an honor having you here, My Lord."

"Of course it has." My father grinned, lapping up the submission. "Now, I expect my daughter to be well taken care of."

"Yes, Lord Dracula. As you command, so shall it be done." Cromwell's head dipped even lower.

Father's grin was dark and arrogant. Then he turned to me. "Uphold your honor, my dear. I expect no less than perfection." His voice was commanding, and it had the inner walls of my vagina convulsing.

"Yes, Father." The amusement in his black eyes was self-indulgent as he held his hand out for me to kiss his ring. I did as expected and he left the room, taking with him the thickness of his aura. A few moments after the door clicked shut behind him, it was suddenly easier to breathe.

Cromwell cleared his throat lightly and turned to me. "Ah, Lady Tepes, if you would like, I can assign you a guide. Someone who has all the same classes as you?"

I dipped my head a fraction. "Yes. That would be helpful."

He gave a nod, as though he did a good job and was happy with himself. "Very well then. You will be informed of your guide tomorrow afternoon, before classes. I will send him to your room to escort you to your classes and to answer any questions you may think of."

Another dip of my head and I headed out the door.

David quickly returned to my side as I made my way through the empty halls and out to the dorm buildings. The dorms were a cluster of stonework with beautiful gardens between them. The shortest building was also the widest; a three story shaped like a horseshoe, the grassy ground in the alcove flat and perfect for recreational sports.

The tallest dorm building was the most elegant of the cluster, though it seemed more set apart from the others, the garden between it and the next nearly twice the size of the others. Only that building had windows. Dark tented windows that were no doubt UV-proof.

I entered the building with my bodyguard at my side and took the elevator to the top floor. As large as the building was, the top floor only had a total of five doors; two to the left, two to the right, one at the opposite end of the elevator. Mine was the one at the end.

I allowed David to take the key card from me and slip it through the lock of the door handle. The light turned green with a soft beep and he opened the door as he did Cromwell's office; door flushed against the wall, his body moving into the room, back to the door. When he decided everything was clear and safe, I stepped through the doorway and into my own personal suite. There was a 52" plasma on the far-away wall to the left. Below it was a small fireplace that looked too clean to have ever been used. A giant black fur rug ran the length of the floor, making me wonder how many animals they killed just to decorate this single room. The glass table was ornate, the frame made of ebony. The matching black leather couch and chairs were plush and looked entirely comfortable. The walls were a dark red, almost russet in color. Like they had a hint of gray and brown. There was a crystal chandelier fixed into the center of the living room ceiling, throwing off rainbows of colors. There was a bookshelf along one wall that contained more antique mirrors and doodads than actual books. But the wood the shelf was made of was a beautiful dark cherry wood.

A set of French doors at the other end of the room led off to a balcony that overlooked the opened space behind all the buildings. The darkness of the forest beyond was sinister looking.

I turned to the right and headed into the bedroom. It was spacious without giving that feeling of remoteness. The deep red décor continued into it, adding a Gothic air. The bed was a four-poster of the same dark cherry wood as the glass-top table. The canopy was black mesh that was tied up at the moment to give show to the black silk sheets and down comforter. Of course, I would have preferred cotton to silk, but Father always enjoyed trying to refine my tastes.

As Cromwell had stated before, all of my belongings had been brought up to the room and set out. Which was good for me because it gave me more time to work on the mission. And that mission was starting right now.



Boarding School Ch. 04



Part IV: Birthday After-party

All characters in this series are fictitious, as are the encounters between characters. The boarding school is at the high-school level, and all characters involved in the stories are over the age of 18.

Part IV: Birthday After-party contains twins, deep-throating, and anal sex.

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Wednesday and Thursday rushed by -- Rob couldn't focus on anything, he was saving all his concentration for Friday night. The night of the twins' birthday party. He hadn't thought of a gift for the two of them yet, well, short of the gift he'd already shared with Evey. But something told him that Anne would like that one as well. Best to just buy a DVD or something, then.

When Rob got back to his room from his shopping trip in town, he decided to properly plan for the party that night. How would he get Anne excited for a more... private party? Evey shouldn't be a problem, Rob figured. Maybe he should enlist her help in coaxing her twin sister into bed with them? Rob started up his computer and logged on to messenger.

"Evey, I think I need your help with something," he typed.

"What did U have in mind?" came the response.

"A private party -- you, me, and your sister..."

"Good fun. Will talk 2 her."

"Actually, what if we keep this a surprise? I mean, it should be special, like a surprise birthday present."

"Good, good -- how about U sneak from the party to my room, I'll bring her there, and we party?"

"Sounds like a plan. Just give me a signal at the party when it's time."

"C U tonite, then. XX"

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Rob knocked on the door, from behind which there was the faint sound of music and laughter. Must be a good party, he thought. Anne answered the door, in a short denim skirt and green tube top with thin straps criss-crossed at the back -- clearly not wearing a bra.

"Oh hey Rob! So glad you came!"

Rob grinned at the little joke in Anne's words. "Of course, why would I miss it?"

"Come in, come in, there's soda on the table at the back, and some snacks. Hang on, I'll be right back, I have to circulate a bit. Hosting a party, sheesh!"

"Don't worry about it! I'll do some circulating of my own, right after I grab a Coke."

Rob watched Anne make her way around the party, her hair bobbing, her 5'2" body expressing her joy at the party's success.

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Rob made his way to the table at the back, looking around at the rest of the party guests. The usual group of people, of course. Not surprising, considering they were at a boarding school.

After grabbing himself a plastic cup and filling it with soda, Rob turned to see if there were any conversations he could join. There was one to the right, the guys he would usually talk to at morning meeting. He walked toward them, but was stopped short when he bumped into someone and spilled his coke.

"Oh I'm so sorry, Rob! It didn't spill on you, did it? Here, let me get you a new one. Oh gosh, I'm so clumsy. You must think I'm an idiot. Are you sure you're alright? I can get you a paper towel or something? Let me get you one, and then I'll get you a new drink. Gosh, I'm so sorry!"

Rob could hardly get a word in, Amy was so upset. He grabbed her shoulders to slow her down. "It's okay, Amy. Don't worry about it. You didn't spill any on me, and I should be apologizing. Here, let's both go get some new drinks, because it looks like I made you spill yours too."

Rob walked Amy over to the drinks table, and thought back to the first time he'd met her. A fragment of the conversation she had been having with the twins entered his mind... two weeks. Rob shrugged it off, gave Amy a smile, tapped his cup against hers, and made his way in the direction of the conversation he'd intended on joining before he bumped into her.

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The party was fun, the music was good, and the guys were in another hilarious mood. The conversation turned to the hostesses, sure enough, and the guys were trying to decide which of the twins was 'the hot one'. Rob thought this debate was kind of silly, but made a mental note to consider it after he gathered more... information about the matter. Rob grinned to himself.

The conversation lulled, and Rob looked around the room, trying to spot Evey and her signal. The party was winding down, and people were starting to leave. There she was, standing by the table, wearing a pink skirt and a white, short-sleeved blouse, pouring herself a drink. Rob kept looking, waiting for her to turn around. When she did, she gave him a wink, and a slight nod toward the door. The signal.

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Rob sat down on Evey's bed, after noticing that she had taken the time to clean up a bit. No more clothes strewn across the floor, and the bed made and smelling fresh. He kicked off his shoes, grabbed a magazine and waited, listening intently for the sound of the door. He didn't have to wait long.

"... I think so too, yeah. No sense in trying to clean up tonight, we'll do it tomorrow." Evey's voice carried through the opening door. "Now let me see where I put the blow-dryer..."

"Well, I don't see why it would be in your room, but okay." Anne's voice joined her sisters', and Rob silently put the magazine away and sat up on the edge of the bed.

Click.

"Why are you locking the door, Evey?"

"Well, we have a surprise for you, sis."

"We? Who's 'we'?"

Rob took that as his cue, and stood up. He took two steps forward, emerging from behind the wall that hid the bed from view of the door.

"Hi Anne, hi Evey," Rob said plainly. "Happy birthday, again."

"Rob... what are you... I mean..." Anne seemed flustered. "Thanks?"

"Rob is here for the... after-party." Evey said, giving Rob another wink and a smile.

Rob grinned back at her, and then at Anne, who seemed to catch on to what was happening.

"Oh, Rob. That's very nice of you," Anne said, stepping toward him with a smile on her face. She wrapped her arms around his neck in embrace, and kissed him on the cheek.

When she went to kiss his other cheek, Rob took her chin between his fingers and guided her mouth to his. He gently kissed her, waiting for her to kiss him back. Anne opened her mouth and slid her tongue into Rob's mouth, kissing him back passionately.

"You realize our birthday was Monday, right, Rob?" Anne asked sweetly, her lips only an inch away from his. "I saw the DVD box you got us downstairs, but that just isn't going to cut it."

"Oh? Well, you know what they say -- 'better late than never'. Doesn't that count for something?" Rob asked, nudging Anne's nose with his.

"That depends, doesn't it?"

"On what?"

"On what you'll give us now that it's 'late'."

"Well, I have some ideas..." Rob said, unwrapping his left arm from Anne's waist, and taking Evey by the hand, drawing her closer to them.

Rob kissed Evey passionately, then Anne again, marveling at the fact that such gorgeous twins were here in his company. He ran his right hand through Anne's brown hair, slightly longer than Evey's, falling just past her shoulder blades. They really were beautiful.

Anne turned toward Evey, and leaned closer to give her a short and gentle kiss on the lips. "Thank you for my present, sis."

"I'm glad you like him... I made sure to check if he was... good enough." Evey said, with a passionate look at Rob. "I hope you don't mind."

"Just remember, sharing is caring, sis," Anne said, and kissed Evey deeply.

Rob ran his left hand through Evey's shoulder-length hair, and his right trailed from Anne's hair down to the small of her back. Evey wrapped her arms around her twin sister, and found Rob's hand with hers. She moved both their hands to Anne's denim mini-skirt clad ass, and squeezed. Anne moaned lightly into Evey's mouth, and trailed her own hands to the buttons of Evey's white, short-sleeved blouse.

Rob took a step backward, and another, and sat down on the edge of the bed to watch Evey and Anne kiss, embrace and undress each other.

Anne unbuttoned the last of Evey's blouse, and parted it, revealing the pink, strapless bra that Evey was wearing to Rob's wide eyes. Evey's hands, firmly grasping Anne's wonderful ass, stopped their squeezing and trailed upwards to the hem of Anne's green top. Evey weaved her fingers in between the criss-crossed straps at the back, causing the tube top to slowly bunch up Anne's back.

Rob took off his shirt, and leaned back, soaking in the beauty of the twins and their slow, passionate undressing.

Evey's fingers untangled themselves from Anne's criss-crossed straps, and slid her sisters' tube top down her body to her waist. Even though Rob had seen Evey's breasts before, it was still exciting to see Anne's biggish, puffy nipples, twins or not.

Anne helped Evey remove her blouse, leaning in to kiss her neck, and slowly trailing kisses along her collarbone to her shoulders, back across her chest to her pink, strapless bra. Anne licked and teased her sisters' left nipple through the fabric, and Rob could see Evey's nipples getting harder.

Evey moaned. "Mmm take it off me, sis... use your teeth..."

Anne licked and kissed Evey's breasts through her bra, moving to its top edge. She took this between her teeth, and slowly moved her head down, exposing Evey's wonderful, firm b-cup breasts and nuzzling her nipples with her nose.

Anne continued her way down her twin sisters' body, using fingers only to undo the buttons of her skirt. When she'd gotten Evey undressed down to her pink, lacy undies, Anne turned to Rob and smiled.

"Did Evey tell you about our... playing, Rob?"

"Yes, she did."

"Mmm naughty girl... we haven't played since Sunday, but I'm sure I remember how," she said with a wink. She pulled down Evey's undies, revealing her pink pussy lips, and a small heart-shaped patch of hair above.

"Oh Evey! You got creative! Now it looks as sweet as it tastes..."

Evey gave Rob a wink. "You could say that..."

Anne licked Evey's outer lips, and flicked her tongue at Evey's clit. Evey moaned.

"Come to the bed, Anne, let me lay down... Let Rob see things better..."

"Now she's being naughty." Rob said, and Anne grinned.

They took the few steps to the bed hand in hand, and Evey laid down next to Rob, stopping to kiss him passionately. Anne kneeled on the floor, settling her face between Evey's legs, and stimulating Evey's clit with her tongue and lips, flicking, licking and sucking. 

Evey moaned loudly. "Mmm... oh yeah, Anne, like that, mmm..."

Rob stood up from the bed and kneeled down next to Anne. "Mmm let me taste Evey from your lips, Anne..." She paused in her licking and sucking to turn to Rob and kiss him hard and deep, swirling her tongue and her sisters' taste in his mouth.

Rob scooted back on the floor, lifting up Anne's denim skirt, revealing her light-green undies. He slid them down her legs, and laid on his back under her, intent on licking and sucking her clit every bit as well as she was her sisters'. Here Rob saw another difference between the twins: Anne had shaved herself completely, her pink and moist lips clear and visible, seemingly inviting him. He reached up and squeezed Anne's ass, and brought her pussy closer to his mouth and tongue.

"Oh god, Anne, mmm that's so good!" Evey said, from the bed. "Let me taste me..."

Rob felt Anne raise herself, and turned his head to see her crawling over the bed toward her sister. The twins kissed deeply, Evey tasting herself from her sister's lips and tongue.

Rob stood up, and took his pants and boxers off, his rock-hard cock standing at attention. Anne had started sucking on Evey's nipples, and Evey saw Rob standing with his cock in hand, waiting for some attention of his own.

Evey brought Anne's face to hers, and turned around on the bed so their heads were nearer the edge of the bed. Anne, laying on top of Evey, had a clear view of Rob's thick cock, and her eyes opened wide. "Wow," she said simply.

"Mmm yeah Anne, and it tastes so good... Share with me..."

Rob didn't have to be asked twice, and stepped forward, placing his cock between the twins' faces. Anne nervously traced the head with her tongue, and took it in her mouth. Evey, already familiar with Rob's cock, licked the underside of his shaft, and sucked on his balls. Anne took some of Rob's cock in her mouth, as far as she could, about halfway down.

"He's big, isn't he, sis?"

"Yeah he is, Evey, mmm... So big..."

"How far can you take him, Anne? Try to go deeper..."

"I don't think so, Evey, he's too big!"

"That's what you think," Evey said, and smiled up at Rob from under his cock, looking up at him. "Let's show her, Rob..."

"Mmm... yes please..." Rob said, curious how Anne would react to seeing her sister take his cock all the way down from up-close.

Rob put the head of his cock at Evey's mouth, and started to slide in slowly. Anne's eyes grew wider as Rob's cock made its way down her twins' throat. Rob couldn't slowly slide in the rest, though, because Evey grabbed his ass and pulled him forward hard. Rob's cock buried itself in her throat in an instant, and Anne gasped.

"Oh my god! Evey!"

Evey couldn't respond, and only managed a muffled 'mmm'.

Anne looked up at Rob. "What were you thinking?!" she said, accusingly.

Rob was about to state his innocence, but he didn't have to as Evey had taken his cock out of her mouth and answered the question for him.

"Geez, Anne! It's amazing, seriously, you should try it! And don't get mad at Rob, he was going too slowly for me. I wanted him all, and quick..."

Anne looked at her sister, and then at Rob, who could only shrug his shoulders. "Evey just knows what she wants, I guess..."

"Yeah, well, I don't want to try that. At least not now... I don't think I could take it!"

"You don't have to, babe."

"I do know something I do want to do, though," Anne said, smiling up at Rob again. "I want that big cock in my pussy, and I want it all the way..."

"Turn around on me, then... I want to see this up-close," Evey said.

Anne turned around, her pussy at her sisters' mouth, and her mouth at her sisters' pussy. Rob put his cock at Anne's pussy, and Evey licked the shaft and her sisters' pussy, to get them both wet and ready.

Rob slowly inched his way in, Anne moaning louder and louder, until he was all in. He held his cock there for a minute, letting Anne catch her breath.

"This looks amazing, Anne! Seriously! Mmm..."

"Oh, it feels amazing, Evey... C'mon Rob, fuck me..."

Rob slowly started pumping his cock in and out of Anne's wet pussy, Evey licking at his shaft, and then at her twin sisters' clit. Rob thrust faster and faster. Anne came hard and loud, almost drenching Rob's cock and Evey's lips.

"Oh... god... mmm..."

Rob pulled out of Anne's pussy, and let Evey suck his cock clean.

"I want some cock, Rob..." Evey said

Anne and Evey got up from the bed, and laid Rob down on his back. Anne laid alongside him, kissing him and stroking his chest. Evey threw her leg over his abdomen, straddling him. Rob broke his kiss with Anne to guide his cock to Evey's pussy.

"No, wait... I want it in my ass, Rob..."

"Eww! Seriously?! That doesn't sound good at all!" Anne said, making a face.

"Well, that's where I want it... Please, Rob?" Evey made a pouty face.

"Whatever you want, babe," Rob said, and lined his cock up under Evey's ass. He'd done this before, with Amanda and Trisha, and he wasn't surprised that Evey wanted it, just curious at how she got the idea...

Evey lowered herself onto Rob's cock, and he felt a familiar tightness. Evey moaned loudly, and Anne's eyes opened wider and wider.

"Wow..."

Evey leaned backwards, and balanced her weight on her feet and hands, and Rob and Anne could see his cock thrusting in and out of Evey's ass, and her pussy wet with excitement.

Anne got onto her hands and knees and straddled Rob's face, burying her own in her sisters' wet pussy. Rob sucked, teased and tongue-fucked Anne's pussy and clit, all the while thrusting into Evey's ass. Anne and Rob helped Evey to a thunderous orgasm, and she moaned as she lifted herself off Rob's cock.

She stood up, and took Anne by the hand. Evey kissed Anne passionately, and slid her forward along Rob's body until she was straddling his cock. Evey sucked Rob's cock clean, and grasped it firmly in her hand.

"Do you want this cock, baby? You want it, sis? Tell me you want it..."

"Oh, mmm, yeah I want it, Evey... give it to me..."

"Lean back, Anne, and I'll give it to you..."

Anne leaned back, with her weight resting on her hands, placed on Rob's chest. Rob pinched and rolled her nipples between his fingers, causing Anne to moan lightly. Rob felt Evey guiding his cock to Anne's opening, finding it tighter than before... Wait a minute, Rob thought...

"Okay Rob, fuck her, and don't stop!" Evey said.

Rob thought he knew what she was up to, and was about to protest, but he felt Anne thrust down onto him.

"Ooooooooh! God, Evey! He's in my ass! Aaaaaoooooooohhhhh!" Anne yelled.

"And that's where he's going to stay for now, sis!" Evey said, laughing. "You need to try this, seriously!"

Rob heard Anne whimper, but her whimper soon became a moan, when Rob rubbed and teased her clit with his fingers, Evey's tongue doing the same.

"Oh, god, you were right! Mmmmmm... It's so good!"

Rob continued thrusting and rubbing, feeling his own orgasm swelling inside him. Evey's hand on his balls also felt his orgasm approaching, and gave him a little squeeze.

"Cum on my face, Rob... Keep fucking Anne... tell me when you're cumming..."

"Oooh, I can feel him swelling, Evey, mmm...!"

Rob thrust and thrust, until he thought he couldn't hang on any longer. "I'm gonna cum, Evey, I'm gonna cum!"

Evey pulled Rob's cock out of her twin sisters' ass, and aimed at her open mouth, and Rob came in long, hard bursts in her mouth and on her face.

Anne scooted off Rob, and knelt at his side on the bed, Evey joining her on the opposite side of Rob. Anne leaned toward Evey, and the twins opened their mouths, and kissed passionately, sharing Rob's cum, their belated birthday gift from him.

"Oh... god... mmm..." Rob was left almost speechless.

"Yeah, that was a great after-party," said Anne. "Thanks, Evey... for caring and sharing..."

"I have a feeling we'll be sharing more often..."

Rob sure hoped so.

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Hello readers!

I've been writing these Boarding School stories for a little while now, and I think I have another one left to write. But, there are still stories that need to be told -- stories of the twins, Evey and Anne (post-Rob), and the story of how Evey got the idea for anal sex with Rob from Amanda(Wednesday/Thursday before this party-night), not to mention other possible female-female couplings.

I thoroughly enjoy writing these stories, but I don't think I'm... qualified to write these girl-on-girl adventures. And, so, I'm looking for someone to write these spin-off stories for/with me.

If you're interested, send me an e-mail through the contact info, and include a possible plotline and/or writing sample so we can see how/if this could work out.

And, of course, feedback is always appreciated, and any serious requests will be considered in my plans.

-Pr0nnage  



Boarding School Ch. 04



I left David at the front door as I made a beeline for my laptop that had been set up on the work desk in a corner of the bedroom. I sat at the surprisingly comfortable desk chair and turned the machine on. Computers had always been a favorite hobby of mine (that is, other than sex) and it was no problem hacking into St. Cromson's files. I found the area containing confidential information on the students and sent it over to Mike, highlighting everything pertaining to Kiba Shinjo and the other students of the A-1 building—the majority of who were known associates of our target. I was cautious and methodical in getting in and getting out without a trace. It took all of twenty minutes and I spent another thirty or so just surfing the web.

It was soon after that that I heard the school bell ring. Looking to the glowing numbers of my digital clock gave me 5:30AM, the end of school. Which meant the other students of the door will be flooding in.

I stood up and stretched my back, spine cracking under the realignment. Then I headed into the bathroom for a quick shower, washing the delicious grime of sex and pain from my skin.

I had just turned off the water when a knock at the door caught my attention. I perked my ears up and focused on what was going on. I heard David open the door a fraction. "What." His voice was flat and hard, unwelcoming.

"I'd like to meet the new kid," the other voice came, confidence in the easy timbre of his tone.

I could practically feel David's offense. "For what reason."

"To welcome him to the school and to make friends, Chief," the boy said, a cocky smile evident in his voice.

Arrogant little bastard.

"One minute. Please." The "please" was said like an afterthought, like David was having a tough time remembering to be formal. A second later there was a soft knock on my bedroom door.

"Yes?" I couldn't keep the annoyance entirely out of my voice.

"Mistress, there is a boy at the front door who wishes to meet you."

No doubt the boy was expecting to meet another male. I opened the bedroom door with nothing more than my towel wrapped around me. "Well, let's see what the little dip-shit has to say." I walked to the front door with the heated feel of David's eyes on my exposed legs, working their gaze up to my ass.

Opening the suite's door revealed the eighteen-year-old hottie white boy named Chris Landly, who I only recognized from my search through the school's records. Landly was one of the students on this floor and a close acquaintance to the target, Shinjo.

The moment I showed myself in nothing more than the scrap of terrycloth, his eyebrow raised and his eyes scanned all the skin that was naked. His full, kissable lips twisted into a wide, lust-filled grin and had a shiver working its way down my spine—I was anything but repulsed.

"What do you want," I asked, keeping the instant arousal out of my voice.

The tip of his tongue traced his upper lip. "Can I have three wishes?"

I rolled my eyes and turned around to walk back to my bedroom. Landly was right behind me. But before he could enter the room entirely, David had him by the shoulder.

"It's alright, David." I glanced back at him to show I was serious.

David nodded and released Landly, but I could see the reluctance in his body. He was a good bodyguard and any form of threat or even the potential of one, David was an eager beaver. Then again, it could just have been that David didn't like to have any other male privy to my body while he was on duty. There was a bit of a possessive streak in my living shield.

I let him follow me back to my bedroom, where I began to search for which clothes to change into. "So who are you and what do you want," I asked with my back still to him. Inside I was wondering on how many ways I could kill him with one hand.

"My name's Chris Landly." I sniggered silently to myself. I was glad my back was to him because he would have probably not understood my amusement to him stating something I already knew. "I was hoping to meet your boyfriend, but I guess I can settle for you."

I could feel him getting closer to me. I abandoned my dresser and turned to face Landly. "Sorry, but I do not have a boyfriend."

He leered at my body some more. "Your Master, then."

I raised a brow at him. "Master?"

"Isn't War your Master?"

"No."

"Your friend, then."

"No." Unless I was schizophrenic. But that can never be proven.

"So why are you in his room?" He took a step closer to me. "And naked?"

"That is none of your concern."

He was inches from me by now, his back to the foot of the bed. "Oh, really?" And before I could draw breath to reply, Landly had me by the arm and over his back, landing me on the bed. Then he was on top of me, his knees between mine. "I think I'll make it my concern." His breath was a cool rush against the shell of my ear, his body heavy atop my own. He had one hand like a vice around my wrists, shoving them above my head as his other hand gripped my thigh, snaking up under the towel.

I had to bite back my arousal to add some real conviction into my tone of voice. "You really should not mess with people you do not know." The only proof of my turn on was the thickening of my accent and the color of my irises turning to a soft, cloudy gray.

Landly traced a few butterfly-light kisses down my jawline. "Why do you say that?" Though his voice was a little off-hand, distracted.

The distraction I used to my advantage, flipping him over so I was on top. "Because you do not know what they are capable of." While I spoke, I ground myself onto his jean-clad erection. His hands fell to my thighs, moving up—under the towel—to rest on my hips. His fingertips flitted across my butt, brushing lightly and sending goosebumps up my spine.

He followed the shiver with a light in his eyes, a playful lust. "And what makes you think I'm not willing to find out?" Though his lips gave an amused twitch at the end, his grin showing his straight teeth and pearly-white fangs, his voice was thick and husky.

I leaned down to his ear, my dripping core tight against his cock behind his zipper, and whispered, "Are you sure you want to?" I ground tighter.

He swallowed hard, biting off a moan. "Oh, yeah."

I leaned down and licked him from collarbone to chin. "Last chance." His reply was another deep groan as his hips jacked up, pushing against me. My lips twitched with what I was going to do to him.

Leaning back onto my knees, I lifted myself up just enough to unsnap his jeans and work down his zipper. The erection that sprang forth was a little on the short side, but it was thick. And sometimes, thick is all that matters to women. As I took his cock into my hand and positioned the throbbing head at my entrance, his hand came up and pulled the towel open, exposing the rest of me to him. His hands took hold of my breasts, kneading and plumping, fingers occasionally tweaking my hard nipples. I dropped myself onto him and we both groaned. He may not be able to hit me as deep as Boss can, but he could stretch to burning.

I arched my back as I rode him, the feel of his hands on my breasts adding to the fire in my belly. My thighs began to burn with exertion, sweat trickling down my spine and between my breasts. My juices coated his cock; I could feel them slipping down and wetting my thighs where I bracketed his hips.

I rode him hard, heavy thrusts spearing me onto his cock with each downward stroke. And through it all, I eat at him, absorbing his energy, just like—if not as efficiently as—my father had done to me. Though I probably would have gotten a better meal if Landly was more rough with me. But his hands on my breasts were reverent, almost gentle.

Didn't matter. Because there was only one ending I was looking forward to.

I could feel his release coming, feel his cock tightening, thickening. I leaned down again, his hands moving from my breasts to around my hips, holding me as I rode him. I put my lips against his ear and asked one final time, "Now, are you sure you want to find me out?"

I drove my hips against him harder, building him up to where he would probably say yes to me asking if I could castrate him; he was so out of his mind with lust.

He nodded, I smirked. I leaned up again. "You asked for it." And just as his orgasm reached its onslaught, I drove my hand into his chest, right between his pecs. Landly hollered in surprise, but that didn't keep his release from coming. As he bled out from his chest, his seed spilled into me, coating my inner walls with his ambrosial white cream. I rode harder, even as his cock began to soften between post-orgasm fatigue and immense pain. I ate at his pain and his fatigue and his release—I sucked him down. And I got off on it. I came right there on top of him as he bled out from his chest wound.

When I was finished with him, I sent a psychic call out to David, somewhere between tapping a shoulder and ringing a bell; a sound you can't hear, a feeling you can't feel, but it could only be described with those senses.

The guard came into the room, his eyes alight at the sight of my naked body atop Landly's bloody one. I threw my leg over his hip and got off of him, the jarring movement making him cry out again. Poor baby. "David, get him out of here. I don't want my bed stained."

David was only too happy to oblige. He grabbed Landly none-too-gently by the collar of his shirt and hauled him off my bed. Then he "carefully" escorted Landly out of the room and to the front door. I followed behind them as David opened the door and tossed Landly out onto the hallway floor.

I took a step in front of David, centering myself in the doorway, watching with delight as Landly clutched his chest in a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding. I had made sure to avoid his heart so he wouldn't die, just feel like he was. I brought my bloody hand up to my lips and traced my red nails across my tongue, the click of my tongue ring another delight. The sound drew Landly's attention from his chest.

I looked down at him; his flaccid cock still exposed from his jeans, the hole in his chest a weeping wound, the white of his face a few shades more pallid with his loss of blood. I took in the sight, and I loved it.

"I told you, you shouldn't mess with people you do not know."

Two young males came in from the elevators; the twins—Jay and Victor Valdez—who also shared this floor. They were laughing at Landly's condition. The triumph was so invigorating, despite how petty it was, that I stuck two fingers in my mouth and sucked the blood off like a good lolly pop. With a laugh that probably sounded more like a seductive cackle, I stepped back into my room to the sound of the twins helping Landly up wile poking fun at him.

Well, that was an amusing few minutes.