7. Enough fun for the day
Enough fun for the day
KYRA
My head damn near explodes with all the information I’ve been going over since Angie dropped off the clutter on top of my desk. Books, scrolls, and even letters dating back ages, occupy the earlier hours with combat training following after.
An entire day has elapsed, or so it seems, yet thanks to their time difference, it has only been a few hours.
Any progress made from studying yields a white sigil, adding another ‘something’ in its place. Like Angie is tracking my progress, but how?
“Lisa, are you here?” A voice startles the living hell out of me.
Surprised, I stand, knocking over my chair. “Who the fuck are you, and how’d you get in my room?”
“You’re not Lisa, shit, wrong room.” He glances around before taking me in fully. “Heyyy, you’re cute.”
“Dude, what? Why are you here…standing in my room, shirtless…and in a towel…with a ball gag in your hands?” The longer he remains, the more things I discover in question.
“It’s none of your business. The better question is, why are you in a hoodie and underwear? Cute underwear.” He advances with his eyes glued to my pelvis. Each step loosens the towel around his waist more and more.
“Stop,” I command, not wanting to see what lies beneath his towel. Though something sways back and forth. What in the hell is–
“Look, cutie.” He licks his lips. “I’m in a towel, and you’re in your panties. The Goddesses of Faith brought us together, so let’s explore why.”
“I think the fuck not! This is my room, and I can wear whatever the hell I want. Take another step and you’ll regret it. Now get the hell out.”
He stops on command, but just when I surmise he will depart, his towel drops, and my gaze follows.
Along with my jaw. The term ‘elephant trunk’ barely describes what I’m witnessing.
I’ve seen enough cocks over the years to deduce something this size is unnatural.
Why is it so damn huge? Like an arm dangling there.
Better yet, why can’t I look away?
“You like what you see?” The arrogant asshole smirks, and my voice abandons me.
He makes it jump and wiggle about, and I continue watching.
As though someone is forcing me to endure it.
“I’ll take your silence as a yes,” he chuckles, and whatever I did in my past life couldn’t have earned this amount of bad luck.
It begins stiffening, growing larger, and I gasp at how close it is to the floor.
One dip of his hips and…there it is. *Thud* *Thud* He bounces up and down.
“Kyra, I come bearing gifts.” Angie’s sweet voice snaps me from the brink of regret. “Oh my, am I interrupting your…” She pauses, sharing a look between him and me. “Alone time?”
“I–I don’t know this guy. He showed up, dropping his towel, and revealed whatever that is. Now he is refusing to leave.” I gesture at his monstrosity.
“Hey–Hey, ladies. You shouldn’t fight over little ole me. I’m more than enough for two women’s pleasure,” he says, swirling his hips in a circular motion, making it slap against his calves and shins.
The motion alone almost steals my balance. Each calf and shin smack increases its sparkling shimmer, and my attention shifts between it and Angie in a way of asking if she is witnessing this too.
She folds her arms, appearing unimpressed.
“I’ll decline on said arrangements. You’re not my type.
But didn’t my bestie ask you to leave? From her displayed expression, I’d say you’re not her type either.
So, I’ll ask this once, can you leave and never speak of this again.
” She points her finger towards my door.
He interjects, because why not, “I disagree.” *smack* *smack* “Her look tells me something different.”
Without another word, Angie manifests her sword at an unmatched speed and slices his member in half. I gasp, placing a hand over my mouth in tandem with his booming wail. Yielding…Excitement…Shocked.
Small rocks and stones crumble into a pile of rubble as dust blooms around him, and her weapon dissipates.
“How dare you! You had no right!” He panics, collecting the scattered debris of his manhood.
“If you want the rest to remain intact, you’ll grab your towel and make haste. I won’t ask again,” she rebuts. Damn, Angie is terrifying. I don’t question how she managed to turn it into a pile of rocks. I’ll blame it on magic.
Loose pebbles continue to scatter, and my attention shifts elsewhere as a snicker escapes me. Once standing there in all his glory, his cock is now something far less appealing. Squinting to see what remains between his legs, I feel second-hand embarrassment turn my face red with heated spots.
Taps across the floor speak of him departing, and I wait for the door’s signal when Angie announces, “He’s gone.”
“Are you sure? I didn’t hear the door close.” I remain focused on the back wall.
“He’s a ground fay from House Earth. They can walk through walls,” she says, the sounds of moving books echoing.
“What, they can do that? ”
“Yep,” Angie chuckles. “With control over earth matter, they can shift any structure’s foundation.”
Well, it explains how he got in here. “Can all Earth students walk through walls?”
“No, not quite. House Earth breaks down into four different orders. Ground, air, water, and plants. Ground and plant fays are the only two orders capable of walking through walls.”
“Damn, House Earth sounds enticing. How many orders are there?”
“I’m sure it does, and there are a good amount of orders.
Each one with its flaws and weaknesses. Point in hand, what your little friend was flaunting earlier.
” She wiggles her brows. “He used earth magic to increase its size. After a little snip, we saw its true essence beneath his spell, draining some of his magic in the process.” She smiles. “And there’s a total of four Houses.”
Sighing with relief, I add, “I thought you cut it off.” I am thankful I didn’t witness Angie castrating someone. Though I’m getting a vibe she’s done it a time or two.
“I know, shame. My intentions were to cut him down to size. Fortunately for him, it was enchanted and laced with a transfixed spell. It causes the onlookers to become entranced, giving them a sense of wanting it. ” She shrugs, making a scissor cutting gesture with her fingers.
I stare in disbelief. Whose first thought is cutting off a guy’s…*Sigh* She is a strange little woman–fay.
“Is there a way of keeping others from walking through my walls? I’d prefer it to not happen again,” I ask as I take a seat at my desk and flip through a few books.
Thus far, I’ve had two encounters of uninvited guests, which is two too many.
“Also, you never stated the other three Houses. I only know Earth.”
“Obstruunt muro,” Angie says, flicking her wrist. White patterns trace across the marble walls, ceiling, and floor with a light so fierce the shadows disappear.
My eyes shut, and a shimmering cadence hums. It’s similar to Ethan’s.
“There. No more unwanted intruders walking in on you. Your room is now enchanted. Big Cocks Be Gone.” Her joyous tone parrots around, and I snort a laugh.
Regaining my vision, I witness her take a sip from a mug which wasn’t present before.
“And you ask a lot of questions, but the other Houses are Death, Life, and Fire.”
I refuse to question when she obtained her mug of iced coffee, instead, I write down the incantation. Angie helps with the spelling, and from my understanding, translated in English, it means ‘to block the wall’–or something close. She still sucks at explanations.
My thumbs twiddle while gazing over the written words, wishing I had this at my disposal last night, but I’m glad it’s in place now.
Ethan was full of empty promises and threats. Try getting in now, asshole. He can’t, so long as my room is enchanted, and I smile, releasing an overdue breath. I bask in this feeling of outwitting him while the promise of death recedes into the furthest parts of my mind.
“What are you thinking about?” she asks, leaning against my wall and draining the last drop of dark liquid.
Another blinding light engulfs our surroundings, and I cower beneath my hands, again knocking back my chair along with a few books hitting the floor.
“Angie, you’re needed in the medical wing, now. A shifter was injured after…” A male’s voice begins. My eyes open, and fear forces me back a step.
“What the hell! Angie, your enchantment didn’t work!” I yell, seeing Ethan glowering up and down at me.
Sweat beads beneath his ruffled hair with bruises painting his neck and arms. His tattered clothes are ripped and singed, making it appear he has been fighting.
She tsks, placing her refilled mug upon the desk. “Ethan, I’m trying to teach–”
“Now. Angie. Let’s go.” He grabs her arm, continuing his loathsome gaze over me.
“Wait, what happened? ”
I’m not entirely sure why I’m asking, but instead of him answering, Ethan sneers, holding his stare at my underwear with a questioning look.
“None of your concern, mortal ,” he emphasizes.
I follow his line of sight, finding his eyes latched onto the gold hearted stitching over the front of my panties. Snapping my hands over it, embarrassment speckles my cheeks and palms with heat, and I turn around, forgetting they turn into a seamless thong. So, all he’s viewing now is my bare ass.
“Stop looking,” I yell, but they’re already gone.
His golden sigil fades from existence. “You know what? I’m over it.
” Storming into my room, I don a pair of red sweatpants.
It’s not like I’m the one who bought these clothes, Angie was.
I think. Regardless, if he doesn’t like them, blame her.
Or not. I really don’t care. “I need a strong drink.”
I curse myself for being exposed, and even more so from his disgusted expression. Jitters have my fingers trembling. Anger mixed with shame creates one hell of a degrading shot, and I’m not liking its taste.