Slaying Year Two (Grim Reaper Academy 2)

“Nope, they’re fine,” GC said.

“Honestly, I’m tired of the VDC drama,” Paz said. “And I don’t feel like dealing with Sariel tonight.”

“We’ll join you,” I told Klaus.

Two MDC girls scooted closer to each other to let me, GC, and Paz squeeze in. Klaus and Joel sat down across from us, on the other side of the campfire. The girls stared curiously at GC and Pazuzu for a minute or two, then shot me an envious glance and went back to their marshmallows. Since the cockroach incident on the first day of year one at their table, the MDC students had preferred to stay away from me, just in case the wrath of the elite might get directed at them if they helped me. I couldn’t blame them. Now, because I was dating two members of said elite, I was practically part of it. But I knew only the MDC believed that. To the rest of the school, I was still the filthy human who’d stolen two of their hottest guys, and that certainly didn’t make me more popular or liked. I knew for sure that the VDC and the RDC believed this was just a fluke, and it would all go back to normal once GC and Paz got bored with me. But they won’t. Will they? Sometimes I wondered… Would it last? What if they did get bored of me at some point? After all, it had been their MO so far, with all the other girls. In Pazuzu’s case, even with the fiancé imposed by his father – Satan himself.

Two guys from the Righteous Death Cabal brought two huge loudspeakers, and once they set them up, Sheba connected her phone, and music blasted through the entire forest, scaring the night birds and their prey.

“Up up up,” she yelled, going from one group to another. “Time to dance!” She grabbed Samantha, her angel friend, by the hand, pulled her up, and they both started swaying in the rhythm of the music. It was a sensuous song, and they rubbed against each other, beckoning for the Violent Death Cabal to join them. Who was going to refuse a sexy blond demoness and a dark-skinned angel? No one, obviously.

I caught GC looking at them, punched him in the shoulder, and stood up.

“Wanna dance with them, or with me?”

“What?! I wasn’t looking, I swear!”

“He was looking,” Paz said sternly.

I stepped away from the fire and started dancing on my own, touching my sides invitingly, running my hands through my hair, and pulling my skirt up my long legs just a tiny bit, enough to ignite their imagination. I had their whole attention now. Well, this is easier than I thought. I wasn’t the greatest dancer. Compared to all the other girls, angels, and succubi, and mages, I was pretty average, actually. I knew I didn’t look as confident as them, but I was willing to give this a shot. I hadn’t danced in ages! Not like this.

An upbeat song started, something with drums and a bunch of other tribal instruments I couldn’t identify even if someone showed me pictures of them, and I changed my dancing style to match the rhythm. Pazuzu grabbed my hand and spun me around, then pulled me against his chest. We swayed to the beat that was becoming faster and wilder by the second. GC stepped behind me, his hands on my waist. I leaned into him, and we danced like that, the three of us, me leaning into one or the other, flowing with the rhythm as it spoke to my body. I closed my eyes and reached a hand back to touch GC’s face, ruffle his hair, and urge him to kiss my neck. With the other hand, I grabbed onto Paz’s tight T-shirt. The song flowed into the next one, and the beat sounded just as tribal, but more sensuous.

I let go of all my stress and worries. No thinking about school, no stressing over the field trip to Heaven, no wondering whether the two men who were currently all over me would later feel the need to play the field again. It was just me and them, reduced to sweating bodies rubbing against each other. Paz’s hand was under my skirt, and I could feel GC pressing his clothed erection against my ass. My dress was soaked in sweat, and my panties were just as wet, but for entirely different reasons.

“Fuck,” I moaned when Paz managed to cup my pussy for a fle

eting moment. It wasn’t as if we could shag then and there, in front of everyone, but they both seemed content with teasing me. “Mmm…” GC brushed my left breast and pinched my already hard nipple hastily. Just as I wanted to ask him for more, his hands went back around my waist. “You guys are driving me crazy.”

“You want my cock inside you, goddess?” GC leaned in to suck on my earlobe, knowing that would make me gush like a goddamn waterfall.

“Mmm… yes, please.”

I’d been on the pill for almost a month now, so I wondered… What if tonight would be the night when I let them both cum inside me? No fucking condom standing in the way of my wet dreams of being stuffed full and then filled with their seed. We’d been careful so far, even with me taking my pills religiously, but I felt frisky tonight. I was pretty sure I was safe, though. The OBGYN I’d seen in Salem right after I’d lost my virginity had said I should be fine in a month. I liked her. A cute, curvy lady in her forties who’d told me to go ahead and have all the sex I wanted now, because life was short and nasty, so what better way to deal with it if not by getting some good cock at least a couple of times a month? I fully intended to get plenty of cock at least once a night, but I hadn’t told her that. No reason to make her think I was some crazy nympho. Which, thinking about it now… I guess I was.

“Come on, let’s get out of here,” Paz pulled me through the crowd.

I giggled and followed him, not before making sure I had a tight hold on GC’s jacket. We bumped into a couple of students dancing wildly, but I was the only one throwing apologies left and right. As usual, my two hot boyfriends thought it was their right to stomp over people. I’d have to teach them some manners one of these days…

“Watch it!”

“Sorry, I’m sorry…” The words died on my lips when I saw who I’d unintentionally hit in the side. Pandora. She narrowed her eyes at me, threw a murderous glance at Paz, – which he ignored – then gave me the finger. She wrapped her arms around her VDC date and kissed him passionately, putting on quite a show. Good for her, I thought. She was moving on. Except the guy was pretty much a copy of Pazuzu. Black hair, olive skin, tall stature, and broad shoulders. Not a demon, but a mage. I couldn’t blame her for her preferences… I happened to have a thing for exotic types, too.

We left the glade behind and dashed through the trees. I congratulated myself for having gone for the long boots instead of the ankle boots that went with my uniform. I’d bought them with the money mom had given me before I’d left for the Academy, and I was pretty proud of them. They were sexy as hell! Flat heels and soft black eco leather that reached above my knees. I couldn’t afford real leather, but that didn’t bother me. They were just fine. I’d also invested in a pair of eco leather wristbands that came with a fashionable thumb strap, which I was also wearing, thinking they gave my outfit a bit of a classy goth look. Only my dress was flowy and purple. That, I’d gotten at a secondhand store.

“Here,” Paz breathed as he grabbed me by the shoulders and slammed me against a tree rather harshly. “Sorry. Are you hurt?” He kissed me hard, licking my lips as he pulled away. “I just can’t wait.” He lifted my skirt and started pulling at my panties.

GC let out a heavy, annoyed sigh, grabbed his arm, and pulled him off me so hard that Paz stumbled and had to grab onto the nearest tree to regain his balance.

“Dude, what the fuck?!”

“What the fuck, indeed!” GC growled. “My turn.”

Oh, I’d forgotten about that. Since that first night, they’d decided that if one of them fucked me once, next time, it would be the other’s turn. And so on. Well, GC was right. It was his turn. And my pussy throbbed in anticipation. He was thicker than Paz, and let’s face it, a girl needed some extra girth from time to time.

“I want both of you tonight,” I said. I looked over at Paz. “You’re next.” Then turned back to GC as I rolled my panties down my legs and stuffed them in the pocket of his jacket, which he proceeded to remove, anyway. “I want it hard and fast.” I hooked a leg around his waist, leaning with my back against the tree.

“Goddess, you’re going to hurt yourself.” He chuckled and placed his jacket around my shoulders.