"I'm sure she's always been into me."I tossed back the shot of juice. Usually at this time (last semester, that is), I would be training with the Director. But he hasn't been hounding me about it lately, and even if he did want me there, I don't think he would throw a fit over me missing one day."If she does, you'd be a lucky man," Jax said through a lungful.He exhaled a thick cloud, dispersing it away with his hands."She has an ass and a half, that one."Slowly the smell of chewed-up chicken bones and discarded spaghetti became barely recognisable. A lot of people looked at us weirdly and thought us foolish when we always volunteered to stay behind and help the prefects on duty clean the Dining Hall. Most thought that we were just stupid first years that were trying to kiss up to the authority. But, in actual fact, it was the best and cleanest excuse to go to the dump behind the DH and get fried before study time. By the time it was lights out, I don't know about Jax, but I would

“I've never done this before,” said Atilia.I forced her to lie down on the makeshift bed from strangers dirty laundry. I had just grabbed a bunch of shirts, pants and coats and spread them on the laundry room floor. This time the door had to be locked. And just for extra measure, Jax was keeping guard outside.“Neither have I.”“Lies,” she whispered as I planted a deep kiss on her mouth.I used my thumbs to push down my pants and underwear at the same time.“There’s no way you’re a virgin…”She grabbed my dick and began rubbing it slightly. Her hand was rough and cold. But I was too horny to stop her.“Well, I’m about to take yours, that’s for sure.”I removed her hand and pressed it against the side of her head. I grabbed the base of my dick with my free hand and guided it slowly into her vagina. She was so wet that I slid inside perfectly. When I penetrated her fully, the warm and moist grip of her pussy sent waves through my body.With each stroke she gasped, and so did I.***We

Amero looked at Ms Luceal.“I hope you’re taking down the minutes…”She held up a black leather-bound diary with a golden Blessed logo on the cover in one hand and a black and gold pen in the other.“Good then, let's get to it.”Everyone immediately raised their hand.“Yes, Professor Kajulu.”My Renchiology lecturer rose swiftly from his chair.“My sentiments do not change concerning David. I propose that the Director grant the science department full clearance and autonomy in the direction of carrying out safe and regulated tests on the boy.”Disgruntled noises vibrated across.“What?” ejaculated Mr Kajulu, “Clearly this is a scientific phenomenon that requires careful and professional study. I’m sure that we will make headway and come across groundbreaking discoveries…”“We?”The challenger was a slender woman with three parallel scars diagonally across her face. She was the captain of the C Squad. She was also a staff user. I had no idea who she was, and I doubt I had ever seen he

"Enjoy yourself, Priestess." Ilonah ignored Baramew. Normally, she didn't take kindly to slaves being sarcastic. But he was one of the few who knew how she felt about the king. He'd covered for her a lot of times after she'd come late from meeting Sleign and or the revolutionaries. The king's court was ornately decorated with celebratory green and chrome. Servants lined both sides of the golden bridge that led to King Fenn's castle entrance. She was greeted by several Ozmath. Most she'd met at dinners, ceremonies and or sacrifices. Others she barely paid attention to. Of course, the lower the Inka the more vigorous the greeting. She was sure she caught a fat woman with a yellow Ajun falling to her knees. She was used to it now. But it didn't sadden her sometimes when she thought about it. Did anyone actually like her for her? Or did they just want to be in good graces with a God Priest/Governors first child and daughter? I know Sleign loves me for me. He's said it too

Ilonah covered her mouth and nose with her scarf as she crossed through the stinky alleyway.She always wondered why Forenzi refused to relocate. She did understand the need to be based somewhere where no one would even begin to think of. But there were an unlimited number of blind spots scattered throughout Gen that the Holy Guard would not even dream of searching.She tiptoed through and around puddles of questionable liquid and colour. She approached the rusted and riveted metal chunk that served as a door. She placed her face near the cold surface and whispered.“Askuna Malani.”The lock gave way with a soft but distinct click. A drunkard walked beside her. He unzipped his pants and began to relieve himself in the corner of the alleyway. She wished at that moment that she had also whispered a smell-cancelling spell on top of the veiling one that was currently hiding her from everyone’s sight.“Oh fuck yeah…” said the drunkard.Ugh…Gross!This is why she hated going to meetings on