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Damien took her lips.
He pressed his mouth flush against hers, his tongue invading hard and possessive, like he was trying to make her submit through his mouth alone. His hand gripped the back of Vespa's head, pushing her against him, making sure she couldn't pull away.
'He kisses like a spoiled brat. How boring.'
Vespa couldn't help but think but regardless of her thoughts her body reacts in kind. As she pushed back into him, her body pressing up against his. Having been in heat all day, she'd take anything she could get. Her body released a sweet aroma, capitalizing on the predatory way Damien kissed her.
Damien felt her back arch, her breasts pushing through her uniform and up against his chest. He couldn't help but groan, enjoying the supple feel of her.
Pulling back, he looked down at Vespa.
"You taste so sweet."
"Helena might be more beautiful than you, but she's so cold and indifferent." His thumb brushed her lower lip. "But your body wants me, doesn't it?"
Damien smiled down at her, feeling like a king.
"Stop talking," Vespa said, "and maybe you'll figure that out."
"Of course."
His hand drifted to her thigh, sliding beneath the hem of her skirt until his thumb found the raised lines of her tattoo. He traced it slowly. Enjoying her.
He pulled back from the kiss and admired her breasts, barely contained in her shirt. One hand reached up and cupped her, groping freely.
"God. I can't believe the Webbs were hiding a treasure like you."
Pushing her down, Damien pinned Vespa onto the mattress, not caring to be gentle.
Vespa let it happen.
Once her back hit the sheets, Damien was atop her instantly, jacket flying off. His hands found the buttons straining across her chest and he pulled, ripping them free, exposing her breasts barely contained behind a red bra.
Lowering himself, Damien brought his mouth to the inside of her breasts, kissing her soft skin, savoring her. All while his hands explored lower, peeling away her skirt and reaching underneath running over her clean-shaven skin until he found what he was after.
"God, you're beautiful." Damien pulled back, looking down at her. "And Arthur really never touched you?"
"Never," Vespa breathed, letting her voice waver like a confession. "He never even looked at me."
Damien's smile could have split his face.
"Perfect. Then I'll be the first to truly enjoy a delicacy like you."
He unleashed his bloodline.
It poured out of him in waves creeping over Vespa's body invading her body. It tried to make Vespa feel like she needed Damien.
Vespa of course having Lilth's bloodline could choose whether or not it affected her as what kind of bloodline would Lilith's be if it couldn't.
So of course, she let it in.
'Mmm. That feels good.'
Enjoying the warmth of his bloodline, Vespa let it run wild inside her. She was already burning up from being pent up all day, and now Damien's bloodline was pouring gasoline on an open fire.
In response, her own bloodline began to emit on its own, filling the room with a thick, sweet aroma that Damien could smell instantly.
And just like his bloodline had seeped into her, Vespa's aroma entered him crawling through his body, edging his nerves, making him start to lose his grip. His breathing quickened. His hands became greedier.
A tent had formed below his belt, pressing against Vespa's belly.
"Damien," Vespa called out, her voice dripping like honey. "Touch me. Touch me like Arthur never did."
The words jolted through him harder than her bloodline ever could. The feeling of stealing what was Arthur's of doing a better job hit him like a drug stronger than any sex he'd ever had.
Instantly he pulled her red bra down and her breasts spilled free, bouncing at the slightest touch. His mouth lowered and his teeth grazed her nipple before he latched on, sucking greedily.
"Mmm." Moaning softly, Vespa arched her back and sank her fingers into the back of his head, pulling him closer so he could get a better taste.
'Mmm. Hubby are you watching?'
And across the campus, Arthur felt a pull along a thread.
The pulse ran through his chest, and like a coal catching fire, his body heated up along his tattoo.
Arthur's pen stopped mid-stroke. He closed his eyes and felt it move through him. One of his girls was getting busy.
'Vespa finally made her move.'
Opening his eyes, he returned to reality and to what was standing in front of him.
"—as I was saying, the third glyph connects to the second through the use of a resonance bridge, which combines the two sections into a complete glyph. And that's why, when you're making—" Helena, who had been standing at the board writing out the sequence, stopped and turned to look at Arthur. "Arthur, are you even listening to me?"
"Sorry. I got a message I had to hear out." He set his pen down. "And I understand what you're explaining, but we've got more important things to do right now."
Arthur stood from his seat, grabbing his things and filing them away quickly.
"More important than learning combinations for spells you can use in the tournament?" Helena looked at him, puzzled, trying to think of what could possibly take priority.
"Much more important. Because this is related to your goal."
"My goal?" She tilted her head. "How so?"
She couldn't figure out what had changed in the last five minutes to make Arthur act like a clock had started ticking and he was running out of time.
"If you're going to break your chains, you need to learn how to make use of that divine beauty of yours so you can get the most out of Damien." He looked at her. "And the perfect opportunity to show you just arrived."
Helena's face went red immediately.
"That's what you're in such a hurry for!? To show m-me how to do the... the umm..." She stuttered over her words, glancing toward the library entrance. "The things that... you know."
Her voice dropped to a hiss as she leaned closer, painfully aware that they were in the library where anyone could walk into their conversation and hear every word.
"That's exactly what I'm saying. See, Helena, if you want to become as strong as possible, to break those chains, you're going to need to learn some skills."
Arthur stepped up to her, reaching out and taking her hand.
Helena looked at him not terrified of him exactly, but of the idea of having to learn these skills.
"Yeah, but does it actually help?" she said, keeping her voice quiet, glancing over her shoulder to check if anyone was walking by.
"Helena." Arthur's voice was flat. "The better the intimacy, the greater the essence you can absorb. If your skills are subpar, you won't grow as strong and you want to become strong, don't you?"
He egged her on, knowing exactly where to poke.
"Yeah," Helena stuttered, forcing out an answer.
Arthur smiled. "Then come on. We're burning daylight."
Grabbing her hand, he dragged her out of the library.
"We're going to your room."
"What?" Helena said, surprised.
"It's closer and more private. It should be much easier to do what we need to do." Arthur said it like it was the most natural conclusion in the world.
"But what if people—"
"Don't worry about it. Come on."
Not caring for the small hesitations, Arthur dragged her along until they reached her room. Helena opened the door and they stepped inside, Arthur giving her a light almost playful push toward the bed. They both settled onto it, backs against the headboard, sitting side by side like a couple of kids on a play date.
"So now what?" Helena said, confused about what Arthur was going to show her.
"First, we get comfortable." He pulled her in close, her hips settling against his until they were properly cuddled up together.
His hands settled along her hips, just above the curve of her ass, pulling her in.
"Now I'll show you."
He pulled on one of the threads of his chest tattoo, letting himself slip into the spirit vision, the one that opened whenever one of his girls grew intimate with another. He took that thread and, through his bond with Helena, shared it, pulling her along with him.
"What—"
Not expecting it, Helena's whisper cut off as they were swept away together, drawn into spirit form.
They drifted through the dormitory, formless, until Helena found herself looking down.
Below her Damien and Vespa.
"What... what is happening?"
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