"That's it, slut! Keep licking me! Keep moaning!" Fatima panted. "I'm so close!"
Kayleah's fingers suddenly moved, dipping between Fatima's asscheeks. Fatima's dark eyes shot wide open as her concubine thrust two fingers into her asshole. Fatima bucked, her pussy clenching in delight about Kayleah's tongue.
Fatima's orgasm exploded in a burst of hot flames.
She gasped and shuddered, grinding hard on Kayleah's face. The concubine slurped down all of Fatima's juices, nuzzling and licking her pussy. Fatima writhed and shook as her pleasure reached its zenith inside her. Then she collapsed in a heap.
"Oh, Mistress, that was fun."
"Uh-huh," panted Fatima, rolling off of her. She took the invisible dildo and licked Kayleah's juices off, savoring her concubine's tangy flavor. "I guess we need to drop this off in the right spot now."
"And get to class," Kayleah added.
"My history class is about to start," Fatima groaned. "I don't want to go."
"We need to keep to our schedule," Kayleah reminded her.
"Yeah, yeah." Fatima stood up, setting the dildo in the corner. You could barely see it thanks to some of Kayleah's juices still smeared about the sexy toy. "Let's get going."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Aaliyah wasn't able to go straight to math class after gym. She had to drop off one of the silver dildos. It also meant she couldn't walk with her husband across the courtyard before they had to split off for the separate lessons. Beside the Gym was the music department. She slipped into one of the music rooms, unoccupied during this period, and threaded her way through the chairs and then the collection of drums and other strange instruments.
Her finger traced one made of different lengths of metal bars laid out side-by-side on one instrument. She tapped one with her fingernail and a sharp, chiming note rang out. She smiled and struck another one and a third before she remembered she had class.
"I cannot tarry," she sighed. College was something she enjoyed. It was structured and solid. Be here at this time. Then go there. So wonderfully ordered and solid, even if she had math class next. She dropped the silver, invisible dildo behind one of the strange instruments.
A thought popped into her mind. "I wonder if Fatima played with hers. I bet she did." Her cheeks flushed as she pictured Fatima working the invisible dildo out of her tight, bald pussy, her lips spreading up around seemingly nothing, revealing her beautiful, pink depths.
"Maybe Kyle would like to have fun in English. Ms. Capello could tutor him later and..." She sighed.
We must attend to Burke and cleanse this wonderful place of his presence.
She crossed back out of the music room, not bothering to play the strange instrument as she passed it. A minute later, she strode through the hammering rain, hunching in the coat she wore as she hurried across the courtyard to the main building.
She would be late for class.
Her shoes squeaked as she strode through the hallway, water dripping off of her, leaving damp puddles in her wake. Her math class was on the first floor, and she quickly reached it, pushing into the door. "Sorry I'm late, Professor Skinner," she said, smiling at the woman.
"That is inexcusable," the teacher snapped, her face, framed by brown curls, stern. "Not right at all."
She looked down. "I'm humbly sorry."
"You need to see the Dean. Zane, come with us as well."
Her insides twisted. She couldn't go to the Dean. Everything she knew about College said this was an overreaction. "Are you one of his?" she asked, backing into the hallway.
"Seize her, Zane!" snapped the professor.
A tall, brawny youth stood up, one of the brawlers that played football. He walked towards her, his face twisted. There was something not right with his eyes.
Kyle!
she sent as she turned and ran down the hallway.
Her wet sneakers squeaked on the slick floor. She stepped in the water she had tracked in. Her foot slipped, she stumbled forward, arms whirling. She caught herself on the beige lockers, struggling to keep from falling over.
Kyle! They're trying to capture me! I need you to wish me to your side!
A strong arm seized her as she pushed away from the locker, spinning her about. Zane loomed over her, pain flaring in her arm. She kneed him in the balls, just like Fatima would. She put all her strength into it.
He didn't flinch. No man could have taken that blow without flinching.
Why won't you answer me, Kyle!
Fear twisted the Djinn's stomach. They had neutralized her husband somehow. Dean Burke was on to them. She tried to turn into whirling sand, her natural form, but Zane's grip...prevented her. Aaliyah's eyes widened as she stared at Zane. Only magic could have prevented her from transforming.
Burke had prepared.
"Hey!" a guy shouted. Corey ran out of the classroom and seized Zane's wrist. "What the fuck, man! Let her go."
Zane backhanded him. Corey flew back, landing on the ground in a heap, his legs twitching. He groaned, struggling to stand, a lump forming on his temple. No human could backhand someone with that much force. Sorcery had enhanced Zane's strength as well as enchanting his flesh.
Professor Skinner stepped out of the classroom, stepping over Corey's stunned form without a single glance. "Bring her," she commanded in a cold voice as she swept by.
Zane obeyed, dragging her along.
Fatima! Fumi! I'm under attack! Kyle's not responding! I'm on the first floor, down by the math rooms!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Britney frowned at Kyle's desk. He should have arrived before the start of their English class. Her hair bristled. Something was not right. There were no reasons he should have been delayed.
She caught Ms. Capello's eyes. The concubine face was tight with worry.
"Ms. Capello, I must use the restroom," Britney declared, standing up and striding to the door. She had to make sure Kyle was safe.
"Of course," the teacher nodded. "Find him."
"Find whom? Your husband, Ms. Capello?" Iseul asked, a sneer in her voice. She was Christy's friend and believed the rumors about Kyle's involvement in Christy's disappearance.
"Be quiet!" Ms. Capello snapped. "Everyone, read from stanza 314. Silent reading."
Britney strode out of the classroom, looking around. She had thought she heard something in the hallway right before class started, but it had been muffled by the walls and it was always so noisy between periods. On the ground was a broken cell phone, bits of plastic surrounding it. She strode forward. Kyle's scent flooded her nose.
And his blood.
Red smeared across a dented, metallic fire extinguisher box. She reached out with her mind, imagining the smooth, polished surface of Waterclaw, hiding so much power in its blue depths. The katar flashed into existence in her hand. Kyle's scent was mixed with the burnt, ozone smell of an electrical discharge, gun oil, leather, sweat, and Detective Donnar's musk.
"That bastard," she hissed, striding down the hallway, each step longer and faster than the one before it. The change came upon her, stripes darkening her face as adrenaline pumped through her system.
She leaped over the banister at the stairwell, landing almost at the base of the stairs on the floor below, then strode to the front doors. She burst through the glass doors into the rain, looking around the parking lot. An unmarked car surrounded by a pair of white Pierce County Sheriff patrol cars turned onto 86th avenue, driving north from the school.
Britney hissed in rage, then pulled her golden, skeleton key out, stuck into the main doors and opened them. She stepped into the extradimensional play room Aaliyah had created. Every door on campus was connected to this room if the key was used. She immediately opened the door onto a biology classroom.
"Phillipa, come now!" she barked as the young graduate student, filling in for Ms. Franklin after her death, blinked in surprise at Britney.
"Excuse me? Who are--"
Britney growled, baring her teeth. They were sharp now. The change was fully on her.
Her mate stood, grabbing her bookbag. Phillipa rushed past her surprised classmates and stepped through the door.
"You just can't leave!" gasped the graduate student, pushing down her fears to stride towards them.
Britney pulled the door shut. The women wouldn't be able to reach them now.
"What's going on?" Phillipa asked. "Is it Burke?"
"Probably. The cops have arrested Kyle. He was wounded." She opened the door and it looked out on the rain at the rear of the Gym. Shannon should be parked on the shoulder through the small gate in the nearby fence. "We are going to rescue him."
"Okay!"
Britney ran out into the rain, her mate following. She leaped over the gate, her body filled with energy that needed to be used. The SUV was twenty feet away. Fumi was climbing out, her asymmetrical bow, Windfeather, in hand.
"Kyle has been captured," Britney hissed. "Get in the car. We are going to rescue him."
"Aaliyah's under attack!" Fumi snapped, rushing by the Rakshasa. "We need to save her."
"I protect Kyle first. He is the one I am sworn to."
