Courts and Cabals G. D'Moore (classic reads .TXT) 📖

don’t think it will come to that. Lady Foxbelle has enough connections and Fae sworn to her that she’ll just have you assassinated.” The statement made my gut drop into my feet.

“Today turned out to be a good day,” the teacher started to whistle and flip through a book he pulled from a drawer.

Left to my own thoughts, I started to spiral. “Why can’t I catch a break?”

Apparently, the break was waiting for me in the hallway outside Miller’s classroom. I wasn’t even out the door before I popped a half-chub. It took a few seconds before I saw her leaning against the wall. I gulped and took a half-step back. I looked over my shoulder for help, but Miller was gone.

“Coward,” I thought as I tried to backpedal into the classroom as Lilith advanced on me.

If I was her, I’d be pissed. If anyone left me unconscious, under my bed, with a mouth full of cum, I know I’d be ready to kick their ass. I was convinced the only reason she’d stepped between me and Aveena was because she wanted first crack at me. A classic ‘no one hurts you but me’ scenario. Her face was unreadable as she descended on me.

“Lilith, I . . .” my mind whirled with how to defend myself as her hand wrapped around my shirt’s collar in an unbreakable vice.

I let out a very unmanly squeak as she spun around and half-dragged me down the hall. “I’m so sorry, Lilith. I don’t know what happen. I swear I didn’t do anything. You know I have nothing but the utmost respect for you. I’ll do whatever you want. If you need test, quizzes, midterms . . . I’m your man,” I begged, as she opened a door and tossed me inside.

I hit a stack of buckets that went flying, and the pungent sting of chemicals reached my nostrils. From the depths of my memory, I recalled people sometimes used lye to decompose bodies. “Please, just don’t hurt me.” I didn’t want to die in the janitor’s closet.

“Shut up,” she shoved me back against the wall. “I need to check something.”

Apparently, that something was in my pants. With a yank that nearly pitched me face first into the floor, she ripped my pants down.

“Wait . . . what?” I was still trying to wrap my mind around what was happening when she took my full length in her mouth. My next question morphed into a groan of pleasure. She did something with her tongue, and my legs turned to Jell-O. I started to fall, but her hand shot up from where she’d been massaging my balls, and pinned me to the wall. With a single arm, she easily supported my weight.

It took me about three seconds to realize that she’d been fucking with me the last time around. The previous night’s fellatio had been the succubus equivalent of playing with her food. She’d toyed with me like a cat before it ate the canary.

Now, she ate like a fatty, and my dick was an all you could eat buffet. One . . . two . . . three times my dick hammered the back of her throat, while her tongue swirled around. At one point, I could swear it wrapped completely around my cock like a corkscrew and jerked me off all by itself. I couldn’t be sure. I was having an out of body experience and couldn’t tell what was real and what was a pleasure-induced hallucination. At one point, I swear there was some old dude watching us from the corner, but I blinked and the perv was gone.

It all lasted about ten seconds, because when a succubus really goes at you, you don’t stand a chance. I felt my balls tighten and I just let go. The first stream of spunk was always the most powerful, and I rocket-launched it right down her throat. She gobbled it up greedily. Then, to my surprise, and with a force of will I couldn’t understand, she pulled out. With a pop, my dick emerged from her mouth, and a beaker appeared out of nowhere. It looked like she’d stolen it from one of the chemistry labs in the building. Wherever she got it was irrelevant. What mattered was that she got it into position and caught every last bit of seed I produced.

“Ugh,” I grunted as I thrust my hips forward and the last bit seeped out of me. She removed the beaker, sealed it with a lid, and proceeded to hungrily clean up my cock with her tongue. On my super-sensitive tip, it was heaven.

My chest heaved and I shook my head to clear the sex-induced state of shock she’d put me in. “What . . .?” I started, but she wasn’t paying attention to me. She’d placed the beaker on one of the supply shelves and was waiting in the middle of the room like she was expecting me to fight her.

She looked like she was controlling her breathing and bracing for . . . something, but it sure as shit wasn’t going to be me throwing punches. “Lilith,” I waved one hand in her direction as the other tried to secure my pants. “What the fuck is . . .?”

She cut me off with a moan. It was the type of moan that had every guy in a square-mile radius suddenly hard and not knowing why. My depleted cock sure as shit shot back up, and was ready for more. She finally made eye contact with me, and it looked like twin infernos of lust were ready to shoot out her eyes and roast me on the spot. She started to shake like she was having another seizure, and collapsed sideways into the wall. Instead of bouncing off it and landing unconscious on the floor, like last time, she was able to