Beauty’s Monstrous Demons (Fairy Tales With A Monstrous Twist)

Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

PHENEX

W ho is this child in my classroom? My nostrils flare as I inhale without expression, the scent of cherries and cream immediately making my dicks hard. I’ve been waiting five hundred fucking years to meet my omega, and she’s a fetus!

No one else pays attention to her as they pass by her, and I can’t figure out why. All I can smell is her fucking scent, and all I can think about is lifting her dress to eat her pussy out on my desk while telling everyone to fuck off. Her almost colorless blue eyes rip themselves away from mine, stealing my breath as well.

Fuck, why did that hurt so badly? Does she know what just happened?

Lips pressed together, I straighten, hiding my raging erection behind my lectern. Thank goodness this school is old fashioned enough to have one in the lecture halls, otherwise this would be a class that bordered on porn.

Everything about me is large. I’m nine feet tall, my clothes need to be specially tailored to fit, and even now the zipper in my pants threatens to burst from the pressure of my dual cocks. I didn’t think this would be happening today, not after so many years of waiting.

Why does she have to be so tiny and fragile? A goddamned human at that, who seems clueless about the momentous event happening here. I always knew my mate would be human, it’s everything else about her that I can’t stand.

Why won’t she look at me?

“Everyone find your seats!” I call out, my voice easily heard throughout the room. The little omega winces at the tone, but I can’t help that.

A part of me wants to hurt her in my frustration, though the part that is fated to be tied to her feels the pain two-fold. I’ll never be attracted to another being, never be able to fuck anyone else. I'm only interested in her.

“I expect you to have read the syllabus and also the first chapters of the required reading for today,” I begin. My eyes are on the omega as she bobs her head absently, her fingers tightly holding her pen.

Maybe she’s not as unaffected as she’s pretending to be…

Inhaling to continue to speak, I almost choke on the scent of cherries. Fuck, it’s going to be the sweetest torture to have her in my class all semester.

The next words are said because I’m possessive. There’s a ring of seats around her that people are avoiding, and I want to keep the space around her. If I could have her seated in the front row, I would.

“Please look around you and note where you’re seated, these will be your seats for the rest of the semester,” I say. I lower my voice just a touch, and I watch the omega’s shoulders slowly unbunch from her ears.

It makes me happy to watch her relax slightly, but then I watch the panic in her eyes as they rise to meet mine. Yeah, baby girl, you’re stuck with me.

I haven’t done assigned seating in forty-odd years. I don’t care if anyone complains, I make the rules here.

“There are no drinks or food while you’re in my class outside of a water bottle. Make sure you eat before you come to class. Now, let’s get started,” I say. I need to know the girl’s name who is fated to be mine, and it’s pissing me off that she’s no longer looking at me.

I’m a possessive fuck, and I need her attention.

“You there, blondie,” I murmur with a small smirk. “Tell me about the political climate to begin with between monsters and humans?”

“They were deeply at odds with each other,” she says, glancing up. “They both hunted each other, the deaths creating a plague seven hundred years ago that finally changed everything.”

Which means she shouldn’t fucking exist.

What humans don’t know is that the plague killed the entire population of omegas. Monsters who were mated to them died from broken hearts, and there was also a decline in births. It’s only due to science and quickly created vaccines that monsters were able to continue to have children.

Otherwise, the population would have been overridden by humans. While in the past, monsters and omegas could scent match and have children, it was never acceptable to be seen in public. These matches were done in secret.

Maybe, if both sides understood how much they needed the other, I wouldn’t be lecturing in front of the last living omega. I know in my heart she’s all that’s left.

“That’s correct. And your name?” I ask.

This semester, I’m going to teach a history lesson I often don’t. No one will complain, the texts exist for anyone who looks. My words aren’t censored here.

I wouldn’t still be working at the University of Monsters and Education if they were. The girl in front of me needs to know why she’s the last omega that exists.

The girl swallows hard as she says, “Lorelei, sir.”

My dicks throb at the sound of her voice, and my vision darkens as I stop breathing. Fuck, her existence is making it difficult to function.

Fucking breathe, dammit!

Yelling at myself forces me to inhale, my tight control over my emotions keeps them in check and won’t reveal my turmoil.

“Thank you, Lorelei,” I purr, surprising myself. That sounded flirty, and I never flirt with students. “Next question…”

I continue to lecture and ask the students questions so they never know when I’ll call on them. It keeps them engaged, while I move into autopilot. I have no idea what my words are about, I’ve taught this same lecture so many fucking times.

Even as I talk, I keep most of my attention on the omega who is struggling to take notes and self regulate her attraction. Her thighs clench together underneath the dark blue of her dress, her boots an interesting contrast against her pale skin. Her curls fall over her shoulders, wild and beautiful.

People around her shift in their seats despite the amount of space between her and them. As her scent gets stronger, I realize that whatever she’s doing to suppress it isn’t working very well because she’s perfuming for me.

And people can smell her.

Panic begins to claw at my veins, and I check the time to see that while we still have ten minutes left, it’s time to end class immediately. No one can know what she is, Lorelei must be protected despite the inconvenience.

“That’s enough for today,” I say, my voice booming again in my desperate attempt to clear the room. “See you later this week. Class dismissed!”

As a demon with green skin and fangs threatening to slice through his bottom lip due to his arousal from her scent turns to speak to what belongs to me, I find myself growling. I have to get her away from everyone.

“Lorelei, a word please,” I call out, making her flinch in surprise. She was never going to fly under the radar, and I don’t understand how she chose to put herself at a school mostly composed of demons, shifters, and other monsters.

Moving quickly, she packs her bag up and walks down three steps to get to me. There’s an office beside me in the room for those that wish to work between their classes. It’s shared, but no one will be in here for at least another hour.

“Don’t ask questions, walk to the office behind you,” I grunt, leaving my shit where it is as I wrap my hand around her wrist to drag her along.

Her skin is warm, and I know I’ll be smelling cherries on my palm regardless of how many times I’ve washed it. She’s branded on my skin.

“Tell me, do you have a death wish, or are you trying to get fucked on the first day of the semester?”

I slammed the door shut before my question, knowing no one will be able to hear them.

“Excuse me?” she asks, her jaw dropped.

All I can think about is if her mouth would be able to handle one of my cocks while I fuck her with my other one, and I snarl in disgust.

Except, it’s aimed at myself instead of her, something I’ll never be able to tell her.

LORELEI

My professor looks like he doesn’t know if he wants to eat me or throw me out of the office he just dragged me into.

I’m trying not to breathe too much because he smells like a peach orchard, and for the first time in my life, I want to climb someone like a tree. Dr. Gorsch should change his name to ‘grouch’ because he’s giving me whiplash. I feel like my body is lying to me. He can’t possibly be the reason I’ve been pulled here across states over the last two years.

“What’s your problem?” I ask, trying to figure out why I feel both terrified and aroused.

“You, you little shit,” he growls. “I think you should tone down the perfume you spray yourself with each morning, don’t you?”

Perfume? What? I can feel the lotion on my skin, I know how well it’s supposed to be working. Maybe the efficacy is declining, or the components in the lotion are breaking down?—

“Hey!” Professor Gorsch yells, his odd colored eyes now right in front of me, his nose against mine. Fuck, he moved fast. “Do you think you can pay attention for one second? I swear, you humans all have your heads in the clouds.”

“Are you going to call me a dumb blonde next?” I ask, finding that he scares me less when he’s insulting me. I’m unsure why, but prejudice and hatred are easier for me to handle. I’m used to these. “I thought the university was supposed to tout their ability to teach regardless of species. You’re not reflecting the school pamphlet very well.”

“Ha, I’m not the one they choose to showcase in their tours and shit,” he mutters. “I’m the professor who has tenure because I’m damn good at my job. Thank goodness I don’t have to be popular anymore to get published.”

“So you’re arguing that one’s work and competence should outweigh how likable they are?” I ask, leaning forward to graze my nose with his. I’m never so forward, but his skin is soft instead of rough.

My fingers are curled under so my nails cut into my palms. I really want to touch him, which is incredibly inappropriate to do. I need my intrusive thoughts to stay inside for a little while longer. I just want to make my point and then run to my room so I can figure out why he and the rest of the class could smell me.

“I…” Professor Gorsch frowns at me, his wild curly black hair at odds with his stone colored skin. It should be more severe and tamer than it is.

“Based on your words, my scent, hair color, and species should be ignored in favor of the fact that I answered all of your questions correctly and read the text before class,” I say. “Your logic belies how you’re currently treating me.”

“Regardless of how prettily you can twist my words, little Lorelei, you should understand that walking the halls with monsters the way you smell right now is a bad idea,” he counters, his large body moving until I’m pressed against the wall, his thick arms caging me.

His height means he has to lean forward, and I can see the long lines of his body, as well as the bulge in his pants. Swallowing back a whimper, my wide eyes stay on his.

I know it’s a bad idea. I go through insane lengths to hide.

“I don’t know why it’s not working,” I whisper, tears threatening to blur my vision. Fuck, I’m better than this. I don’t cry in front of arrogant, monstrous teachers. “I mean?—”

“My ears work just fine,” he interrupts. “Are you telling me you're trying to hide this?”

His nose drags up my throat, his tongue following after it as I gasp. There’s nowhere for me to escape, and I don’t think I’d be able to get my body to move either. My inner hoe is wondering what else his tongue could do.

“Goddamn cherries and cream,” he growls. “I can taste something else though. What is it?”

“Lotion,” I rasp. “I made it so you couldn’t smell that. You shouldn’t be able to?—”

“You can’t hide from me,” he says simply without explanation, making a disgusted face. “I hate the taste of that shit on my tongue. It’s gritty and gross. Everyone in the room could smell you because your thirsty pussy wants to ride my dicks.”

I can’t help the way my cunt clenches on emptiness, and my mind races as I try not to focus on the way he said multiple dicks. I’ve been too busy hiding my secrets to have sex, so my virgin pussy is finding herself very interested.

Breathing hard, I attempt to duck under his arm, but find myself immobilized. Straightening, he takes me with him because his arm is wrapped around my waist.

“Don’t bother to deny it,” he says, glaring at me. “I bet you’d beg as your slick drowns my dick. Maybe I’ll fill both your lying holes so you won’t be able to think about anything but me.”

“I… You…” My brain is melting down, my arousal that he just called slick threatening to ruin all three pairs of thick panties I pulled on. “Stop, I can’t focus.”

My chest is heaving, as my hands grab onto his shoulders, needing something to hold onto. I’m so high off the ground, if he drops me I’ll bruise horribly.

“Why can’t you focus?” he asks. “Tell me.”

It’s like the words are pulled from me, and I have no choice in the matter. I haven’t even gotten my mind wrapped around this cryptic meaning that he’s my scent match, yet here he is yanking my truths from me.

“You smell like peaches, like the home I never had,” I whisper. “I was told this would happen.”

“By who?” he asks.

I’m struggling to clear the haze, shaking my head as I slam the flat of my hands on his shoulders.

“Let me go. Don’t force me to tell you things!” I yell.

He startles so badly, he lets me go, forcing me to yelp as I free fall down his front, managing to grab his suit jacket to break my fall. My feet are moving without thought, my bag still on my back as I run, ignoring his roaring voice demanding I come back. The power I felt before isn’t in his voice now, and I flee his classroom.

I’m going to have to drop his course. I can’t stay there. Fuck, I don’t know what to do.

Winding my way around the crush of bodies, I run back to my dorm room, knowing I have a two hour window between classes. I’ll use my vibrator if there’s no one home, and then shower thoroughly to wash away my scent.

I desperately need to get this out of my system so I can go back to just being a student. Then, I’ll figure out the rest of my life.

It’s not any better.

The rest of the day is a whirlwind, my peace in tatters, but I manage to get through it without being mauled or yelled at. Blowing out a breath, I decide to go into the cafe to pick up dinner, and then head to the library to get some reading in.

At least two of my roommates will be home. I have this savage need to avoid them all. I’m feeling sensitive, and no one should be exposed to my emotions. I’m as likely to punch someone as I am to begin crying.

Despite being surrounded by people, I feel incredibly lonely. I should be used to being the odd one out, yet it’s hitting me harder than usual today. I barely taste my salad as I eat in the corner of the food court, skulking out to the library after.

My corner in the stacks is freezing cold due to the air conditioning, my teeth chattering as I put my headphones in to connect to my phone. Soon, I’m lost in the world of chemistry as I read for the class I just added to my schedule so I’m ready for tomorrow.

I’m going to need to wear long sleeves or bring a sweater with me when I’m indoors despite the warm weather in Louisiana, which is like being punched in the face by humidity. It’s so different from any other state I’ve lived in, my curls even wilder than they’ve ever been. Maybe that’s also why my emotions are all over the place.

I’d much rather blame it on something like a new place and the weather than Professor Phenex Gorsch. Asshole.

I tear through all of my reading for the rest of the week before I finally begin to feel better. Notes overflow the pages of my notebooks for each class, my back already aching from the knowledge that I need to lug my books back to my dorm. It would be nice if I felt safe in my room, but I don’t yet.

My roommates are classless louts that complain often and are really loud. Thorley hasn’t been too bad, however it’s easy to bunch them all together. I don’t want to be someone who is bitter and angry, causing me to be unfair to others.

Closing my eyes, I breathe in and out slowly, happy to find there’s not a hint of peaches anywhere on this floor. I’m officially marking myself safe from any other fucked up shit happening to me today.

Shaking my head as I open my eyes, I pack my things before stretching. I need to find a way to relax, and hate that I can’t do normal things like go for a run or go for a swim in the student resource building. This university is stuffed with amenities, yet I can’t use any of them because most will make me sweat.

I saw a salsa dancing class that made me literally drool come through my email this morning. It makes me want to find a better way to hide my scent. I wonder if I can get into the chemistry lab to test different compounds to make a descenting spray instead. It’ll be harder to sweat off in the armpit of the United States of America.

Not to throw any shade, but I don’t know what to do with myself in this weather. I’m going to lose my mind if I can’t find a way to control my scent, and it’s only been one day of paranoia and anxiety. I’m usually very confident that my lotion is doing what it needs to, yet that has been ripped away from me.

I need to find some form of equilibrium.

Picking up my heavy bag, I pull the straps over my arms, wincing as it settles on my back and shoulders. Just because I feel as if the weight of the world is falling on me, doesn’t mean I want to literally feel it.

Walking to the elevator, I push the button to call it to my floor, my hand resting in my pocket where my pepper spray is. When I went back to my room earlier, I showered after I forced my body to orgasm and changed into fresh clothing. I’m now in a pair of ripped jeans, a black tank top and my trusty boots. I’m still freezing even now.

I’m not made for the cold. I can think of nothing better than cuddling up in the blankets in my closet to take a nap. It’s only nine at night, I’m unsure if I’ll actually be able to sleep till morning yet.

Stepping into the empty elevator as the doors open, I hit the button for the lobby when I feel a tendril of unease through my body. My muscles are slowly locking up, my fear response high.

There’s nothing here, Lorelei. Relax. Except, it’s possible that isn’t exactly true.

“Is… anyone here?” I stutter, my breaths coming out harsh and fast. This university is filled with demons and monsters with all kinds of abilities, and it’s very possible that there’s one in the elevator car with me.

My heart is banging around in my chest, my body screaming that I get out of the elevator. Except I can’t, because there’s nowhere to go, and I’m stuck until the elevator car gets to the bottom.

Something touches my knee through my ripped jeans, and I scream, shoving myself into the corner of the car. My eyes search for the culprit, even as my vision gets darker due to my terror. As much as I know I’m supposed to be at this school, all of the weird shit happening has me wanting to leave immediately.

Phantom fingers continue to move over my body, seemingly gliding up my skin as they leave raised bumps of confusion. It’s when its hands firmly squeeze my breasts that things begin to change, my small moan pulling what I swear is a satisfied grunt from the air.

My nipples pebble as the invisible hands continue to torture my breasts underneath my shirt, my mind taking a backseat to its pleasure. I’m writhing as I whimper to the ministrations of what must be a ghost, something that can’t be possible. My moan is very real, though, as is the phantom hand that cups my hot pussy. Its tight grip is what finally pulls me out of my haze, my cunt clenching so hard I can’t breathe.

“This is wrong,” I gasp, shaking my head as my curls toss around my face. “Fuck, I have to get out of this?—”

The doors open to the elevator at that moment, and I find myself free of both my paralysis and the invisible hands holding me. My legs threaten to collapse underneath me as I move as quickly as I can without running. The librarians here are serious about noise and I heard that they’ll ban you from entering if you annoy them.

They’re all wrinkled and hunched over as they watch me leave, though I’m unsure of what kind of creature they are. Their gaze lays heavy on me with their multiple eyes even after I push my way through the doors of the building.

My chest is heaving as I’m hit in the face with the hot, humid air outside as I half walk, half run down the path toward the dormitory towers. The air is so thick it feels as if it’s a physical force I need to move through. I don’t remember it being this bad in the previous days I’ve been out, but what’s one more fucked up thing to happen today?

I’m sweating despite my best efforts not to, and find the front door to my dorm room again. Peering inside, I find Thorley and Adares sitting on the couch drinking a beer with other monsters. Walking quietly, I let myself into my bedroom and close the door.

Stripping off my clothing, I mop up sweat the best I can with a towel and then pull on a t-shirt. It’s much cooler in my room, helping me to regulate my body temperature. Finding myself exhausted, I shut off the lights and crawl under the blankets in my closet, sliding the door closed.

My alarm is set to go off an hour later than it did today, hopefully ending the strife between the professor who lives here and I. I hate loud noises, especially early in the morning. It fucks up my entire day.