Slaying Year Two (Grim Reaper Academy 2)

He stepped over Paz’s head, which was basically covered by my skirt, and grabbed his cock with his right hand. He let me have a taste of it, then pulled away and started jerking off fast, knowing we were all in a hurry. But especially me. Paz was sucking on just the right spot, and even though he couldn’t stuff my pussy with his fingers from that position, his skilled tongue was enough to send me over the edge. I moaned loudly as I came, not taking my eyes off GC’s gorgeous cock for a second. With a grunt, he splashed his cum all over my breasts, and I cupped them with my hands as he came in waves, to make sure none of it ended up on my skirt. Or on Pazuzu’s face, since he’d emerged for air.

“Eww… dude! Your balls are hanging over my face! Seriously?”

GC laughed out loud. “No, they’re not. Do you want them to?” He cleaned his cock on my nipples, then did a bit of the helicopter. He stopped when a few drops of cum splashed around and landed God knew where. “Do you want a taste o

f my hairy balls?”

“Mate, come on. Do you need me to buy you a razor?” He pushed me off him, afraid that GC might actually mean what he said, and he could expect him to drop to the floor and smush his balls on his face at any moment.

“Guys! Guys, guys, guys! We’re fucking late!” I pulled my panties and my tights up in a rush, ran into the bathroom to take my first whore bath, and once my shirt and uniform blazer were back in place, I grabbed my scythe and was out the door before Paz had even gotten off the floor and GC had zipped up his pants. “Nevermind!” I yelled from down the corridor. “It’s better if we don’t all show up late at the same time!”

As if the whole school didn’t already know we shagged like… at least twice a day. And not always in our rooms.

CHAPTER SEVEN

I didn’t have time to think about Mabon. Seeing how Professor Maat had assigned the Fourth Sphere of Heaven to me, and there were three pretty damn good students doing their presentations before me, I had to make sure mine was equally informative and concise. My turn would come at the end of the class, when everyone was going to be tired and bored. Not the most enthusiastic audience, and that could cost me some worth points. Depending on Mrs. Maat’s mood.

I spent the next two evenings in the library, bent over books, while Paz and GC were doing everything in their power to distract me. They were like children who couldn’t breathe if I didn’t pay attention to them for five minutes. Needy as fuck! On my good days, I found it flattering. On my bad days, or when I was stupid busy with homework, I found it beyond annoying. It didn’t help that they were still in constant competition. The pissing contest Klaus had told me about last year had escalated since I’d started sleeping with them. Now, they were mostly busy trying to decide who could sustain an erection for longer, who gave better head, who could make me orgasm more than once, and so on. Sometimes, I stared at them for minutes on end, wondering just how old they were. A demon and a false god. I knew GC was immortal. Pazuzu wasn’t, but he was pretty close, too. They certainly didn’t behave like they were much, much older and more experienced than me.

The Fourth Sphere was connected to the energy of the Sun (as a planet, like in astrology), and the souls of the wise, who had helped illuminate the Earth intellectually. It was where these great minds dwelled after leaving their mortal bodies, and it was also the home of the powers, which were the warrior angels that supervised the movements of the heavenly bodies and fought evil in their spare time. As I read about the Fourth Sphere, I couldn’t help but steal a glance at the Second Sphere, which was the home of the archangels. Sariel’s parents lived there. He’d lived there before the Academy. His Sphere was ruled by Mercury, and the souls who dwelled there were those of famous, ambitious people who’d taken the world by storm and bent it to their will. Souls of kings and queens found refuge here, of emperors and empresses. Quite fitting, if I stopped to think about it. Archangels were known to be proud and ambitious, and Sariel was a perfect example. If not him, then his parents, for sure. From what I knew, he also had a sister, and his parents were more than happy to favor her if he didn’t make it as a Grim Reaper. As a Violent Reaper, that was. Anything less was unacceptable.

In the end, I read about all the Nine Spheres of Heaven. When I held my presentation on Friday, Mrs. Maat received it well, especially since I was the only one who’d also ventured to make a quick comparison between the Fourth Sphere and the other eight. That earned me 30 worth points easily and put me in a good mood. Such a good mood that I went as far as to choose a cute dress for Mabon on Saturday night and forget all about the fact that the girls hadn’t actually invited me. Who cared? As long as GC and Paz were happy, I was happy, and Sheba, Sammy, and the rest could suck it. I’d worked hard to score my two boyfriends! Okay, sarcasm. All I did was get in trouble more than it should have been humanly possible. And acceptable.

As I walked down the path to the forest, hand in hand with both GC and Paz, I smiled at how cute Klaus and Joel looked together. They were walking ahead of us, not holding hands though, because appearances, but each time they exchanged a quick glance, the chemistry they had was so obvious that my heart grew. I was so happy Klaus had finally found someone, even though they needed to hide from prying eyes, and even though he couldn’t tell his parents.

“You look sexy,” Paz whispered in my ear, squeezing my hand lightly to get my attention.

I smiled up at him. “So do you, mister.”

“What about me?” GC pouted.

I laughed. “Love your outfit, make sure it stays on. No shifting into a golden calf tonight, okay?”

“But why? I need to run free from time to time, you want to keep me locked in a cage.”

“Is that how you see your body? Like a cage?”

He frowned. “You have no idea.”

I shrugged. “Fine, but if you want to shift, do it away from everyone. I don’t want them to see you naked.”

“They saw me naked countless times.”

“Well, I don’t care. You’re with me now, and I make the rules. No more wiggling your cock in front of the other girls.”

He snickered. “Never worry about that, goddess. You’re the only one I wiggle my cock for.”

“Good.”

Paz sighed heavily. How come GC’s childish behavior annoyed him, but when he was being childish, he never noticed?!

Campfires were peppered all over the glade, and students were gathered around them, roasting marshmallows and sipping from plastic glasses that I knew contained more than light beer and soda. GC had his special flask on him, in the inside pocket of his jacket, and Pazuzu had brought a bottle of something, too. Although he hadn’t bothered to hide it that well. Unlike last time, there was no professor in sight. Klaus waved at us from up ahead.

“There are a few MDC campfires. You guys wanna join us?”

I looked at the side of the glade the VDC had claimed. Sariel and Francis were there, and to be frank, I had no desire to let them ruin the party for me. I looked at Paz, then at GC. They shrugged, which meant I could accept Klaus’s offer if I wanted to.

“You guys don’t mind sitting with the Merciful Death Cabal?”