Midnight
SOMETIME AFTER
I have stopped clock watching for the first time in over ten years. I spent a lifetime counting down, and then more time counting up, appreciating every minute I got after the end of my deal’s clock.
Now?
I don’t have to count anything other than the number of orgasms I give Lucy… or perhaps I should say…
“Chancellor Corvine, to what do I owe the honour?” I say and grin at the love of my life. She steps into the courtyard of our home where I’m working on my bike.
She hands me a mug of coffee. Her butterfly flutters around her head, flitting this way and that in the morning sun.
My eyes glide down her body, coming to rest on the bottom of her t-shirt. It sits just below the curve of her backside. Those delicious legs bare and asking to be kissed.
“I do hope you’re as naked there, as you are there,” I say, pointing from her pussy to her thigh.
She grins at me. “I guess you have to check, Daddy.” She purrs the last word, and I shove the mug on my tool station.
“Come here, you fucking tease. I’ve got a gift for you.”
“Oh?” she says.
I plunge my lips over hers, kissing and sucking. We’re all teeth and lips and tongues and hungry desire.
I take her hand and slide it between my thighs.
“Daddy brought her dick to play this morning. Now get on the fucking bike.”
It’s in a stand where I was working on it, so it’s super stable and it will be able to take the absolute ravaging I’m about to give her.
She runs her hands through my hair and grips, pulling my head back. “And what if I want to fuck you too.”
“There’s time for that,” I say, and hoist her up by her thighs to place her on the seat. I push her knees apart and am delighted to see she is very much naked under her T-shirt.
I lower myself to the floor, thankful I had my foam mat out where I was working on the bike, too old and tired to kneel on cobbles and not feel it.
My lips find her thigh and bite. Her skin dapples with goosebumps in the morning light. I nibble my way all the way along her smooth thigh and across to her core. Either side of her cunt are two circular bruises.
I have a moment of guilt. But she reaches down and tilts my chin up.
“I will wear them with pride for the rest of my days.”
The bruises have become permanent fixtures since my horns broke free of my scalp and I insist on fucking Lucy… well, basically all the time.
“All mine,” I mumble as I take in the view of her pussy and then draw my tongue down her centre.
Gods, she’s delicious this morning. A little deep, a little sweet and a hundred percent moreish.
Her head lolls back as she releases a moan of pleasure and shifts her arse to give me easier access.
“Hold on,” I say and then I drag my tongue over her warm pussy, pushing between her folds and sucking every ounce of excitement she’s already giving me. I circle her clit and lick in fast, light sweeps.
“Oh gods, Midnight,” she moans, rocking her hips, begging for more.
I bring two fingers to her entrance. She’s drenched this morning so I push in with very little resistance.
She lets out a deliciously feral moan as I glide in and out of her. Her fingers grip the leather seat, her mouth parting as she pants, “More.”
But I’m in charge, so I slow down to an agonising pace. Savouring every drop of her pussy.
I thrust in and out, slow and steady, applying more and more pressure to her clit, letting my tongue shiver over her hard nub faster and faster.
My horns dig into her thighs, pressing into those bruises. She bucks, the little dose of pain adding to the pleasure of me fucking her.
“I need to come,” she whines as my fingers curl inside her and find that spot on her wall that drives her wild.
I drive in hard and fast, she nearly falls off the back of the bike, but I use my other hand to hold her in place.
Her pussy tightens, she grows extremely wet, filling my mouth with a fucking feast of excitement and then she arches, her nipples tightening under her flimsy T-shirt and comes on my fingers.
I will never grow bored of the way her body feels when she explodes. She sags against me, but I pull her off the bike and flip her around so her hands are resting on the seat. She arches around to see me.
“I told you, Daddy brought her dick out to play this morning. Now, bend over before I make you bend over.”
Her cheeks are flushed, her lips plump and rouged. The sight of her drives me wild. I unzip my trousers and pull out the strap I slid on this morning knowing damn well she would bring me out my morning coffee.
“My legs are already jelly,” she whimpers.
“Then I guess you have to hold on tight, baby girl,” I say and bring the cock to her entrance.
“Oh fuck.” Her head lolls forward as I push the cock inside.
I draw back and slap her bare arse, driving in hard. Her knees buckle, but I grip her hips and keep her upright.
“Fuck,” she moans.
I grin and thrust in again and again. She grips the bike until her knuckles whiten. I lean over her and reach for her clit. She shivers the moment I find her sensitive spot and grabs hold of my neck, her legs trembling against me as I rock in and out of her.
I ease off, wrap a fist around her hair and yank her up close to my body. She hisses against me as I angle her head so I can sink my mouth onto her neck. She bucks under me, the sting of a bite blending with the pleasure of me slowly thrusting into her cunt.
She slides her hands under her shirt and tugs at her nipples.
It makes my pussy clench watching her pull and tweak what’s mine.
“Who do those belong to?” I growl into her ear.
“You, Daddy,” she whimpers.
“That’s right.” I bend her further forward and thrust hard and fast, revelling in the slap of my thighs against her bare skin and the delicious sound of how wet she is.
Her grip slips on the bike seat, and she collapses as she comes apart for the second time this morning. I scoop her up, sit her on the bike and twist the key. The engine is rumbly as fuck, so I know those extra vibrations will eke the pleasure out a little longer.
I stand back and sip my coffee watching my woman pant and cling to my bike, a complete mess of exhaustion and pleasure, and I feel pretty fucking smug.
“Yeah, this will do nicely.”
Lucy has to arrive on campus before me. News spread of the loss of Arcadius once things had settled down, the campus was cleaned up and death only lingered in the classrooms and textbooks. The campus was mourning so many losses: professors, students and demons alike.
Lex and I mourned Bastien for weeks. We held a funeral for him in both churches, but his family was already gone so most of the attendees were friends and professors.
We, along with Lucy, got blind drunk that night. It felt fitting. We even tried to convince Finis to call him back. He never showed.
Mortem even tried to find him in the underworld. But nothing.
We figured that maybe because he was finally with his family, they’d all passed over to whatever came next, and that made us all feel a little better.
Mortem now lives with us, on an obscene diet of tuna and charcuterie—alas, he did not let me forget that deal. Sometimes he goes on vacation and lives with Lex for a few days at a time, but for the most part, we’re stuck with him.
There was a more regal ceremony for the loss of Ignatius and Arcadius. Lucy had to grin and bear her way through it; she had an excellent poker face. Though I suspect her butterfly was responsible for that.
It was shortly after their ceremony that Lucy was voted in as Chancellor and Alistair was elected archdevil in recognition of his services to Finis Academy.
I ride onto campus, flipping my bike helmet up. Aurelia is outside the cloisters looking hot and sweaty. Her hand is healed now. She chooses not to wear a prosthetic, at least not that I’ve seen.
I don’t mean to, but I find myself staring at her. She used to take up so much space in my life, even after we broke up. I was consumed by what she did to me. It’s so strange that I’d almost forgotten she was still at Finis. She’s struggling to wield magic and pull from the cloister walls.
I take my helmet off and reach my hand out to help her.
“Don’t,” she says. There’s no malice in her voice, it’s far more resigned and exhausted. “I have to learn to do it by myself or I’ll never graduate.”
“Why don’t you use your demonic favour to just poof your hand back?”
She glances at the floor. “I gave it to my girlfriend. Well, my ex.”
“You what?”
But she huffs at me. “Oh, please. Like you haven’t heard.”
I mean, I literally haven’t. I can’t say I spend any time hunting for gossip about Aurelia. She doesn’t even feature in my life anymore.
Aurelia flings her arms up. “I gave it to her to help her improve her grades and then found her in bed with my ex-best friend.”
My lips twitch.
“That’s… I’m so sorry. I know how much that hurts.”
Her neck vein pulses; her lips pinch tight.
“Goodbye, Aurelia,” I say and leave her to her choices. I’ve made enough of them. It’s time I learn to live again.
I find Lucy unlocking her office. She slides behind her grand desk, and I can’t help the swell of pride as I stare at the Chancellor of Finis Academy.
While our demonic hierarchy is a mess after the loss of both Arcadius and Ignatius, things are improving.
Alistair is doing a fine job even if he’s having to spend the majority of his time trying to work out how demonic law works in this new system of free will.
There has even been the odd talk with the angels. Who knows, maybe the gods will return next.
Lucy slides a paper across her desk. It’s titled: The Gellara Principle: The Debt They Cannot Repay, A Case for Fairer Contract Terms and the Right to Restitution for Mortal Souls
“What’s that?” I ask, peering over her shoulder.
“Oh, a little something I’ve been working on. New leadership and a new system means new opportunities. There was an injustice done, and I think it’s time we set things right.” She smiles to herself as she slices open a letter and pulls a large piece of paper out, then frowns at it.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“It’s from Nefari City.”
“The mafia city?” I ask, my mouth dropping open.
“I’m not sure if it’s politically correct to refer to it as that. But yes, only, it’s not from one of the families.”
“What do you mean? Who is it from then?”
“All of them.”
I baulk in surprise. “But they hate each other.”
“I know.” She glances back at the paper. It’s aged and scroll like, but too thick for me to see the words through the parchment.
“What do they want?” I ask.
“My help. They want me to adjudicate their mafia games.”
I shake my head, not quite understanding. She sighs.
“Their don must have died.”
“Or been killed?”
She shrugs. “Yeah, or that. But they need to elect a new leader. And they’re requesting a representative from each city to oversee and make sure it’s fair.”
“Are you going to do it?” I ask.
She shrugs. “Yeah, why not. Looks like they’ve invited Octavia from Sangui amongst other representatives. It would be a good chance to catch up, thank them for their help once again.”
“I think you’ll have to tell them you’re busy,” I say and slide my arms around her shoulders, pressing a kiss to her neck.
My teeth skim her throat, and she tilts her head to give me better access. Her fingers reach up and thread through my hair.
“Mmm, you’re very busy, Chancellor Corvine. You have an urgent matter to attend to.”
I pull her desk chair out, swing it around and unbuckle her trousers.
“Midnight,” she whispers.
But I am too busy pulling her trousers down and nestling between her legs to listen.
It’s funny, but I used to carry the weight of time on my shoulders. Always pressing, always heavy, always present.
I’d always know what time it was. To the second. For over a decade that countdown was the only thing keeping me tethered to the world.
Now, I have no idea what time it is.
And for the first time in my long, strange, violent little life, I am in absolutely no rush to find out.