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“Yes… Silla, Gods. Fuck, how does your tongue do that,” Andrya breathes as I curve my tongue inside of her. Her hand plays with her breast, plucking and twisting her nipple.

“Uh-uh. Don’t help her,” Sidney chuckles, moving to pull her hand away. He continues to walk down the row of chairs, covering his misstep.

“Cockblock,” Andrya spits out, her back bowing as I lick up her core to suck on her clit. Pushing my fingers inside of her, I revel in her noises.

The room is filled with moans, whimpers, and cries of frustration when someone makes a mistake. The sounds of pain and pleasure are very apparent today. Everyone is being pushed to the brink, and I have no doubt if someone doesn’t complete their task that Andrya will instruct the edging to continue the rest of the day.

“Fuck I’m close,” Andrya moans, her hand tightening on my hair as she struggles not to grind on my face. “You have until I come to finish this exercise. Anyone who fails these exercises… oh, Gods… yes… will have to suffer the consequences of their partner’s wrath.”

The girls on their knees work harder to follow the cues of their partners. I’m not particularly interested in making friends here, most of these girls are twatmuffins. I do want to orgasm though…

Licking around Andrya’s puckered hole, I am rewarded with a gush of liquid as I finger fuck her pussy. She hasn’t come yet, but she’s close. Is she… Gods, I think she’s holding out on me. Glancing up at her accusingly, her eyes are hooded, the hand holding the remote trembling.

“I’m too close,” Andrya whimpers.

“Give me your cum,” I whisper, pushing a finger inside her ass after I get it nice and wet.

I’m rewarded with a steadily increasing vibration, and my pussy clenches as the toy swells inside of me. Moaning, I suck on her clit as I fuck her ass and pussy.

Andrya is dripping, her walls fluttering as her feet dig into my back with a strangled cry. Girls around me begin to find their release, and the sounds make me even more aroused. Adding a little teeth as I torture my girl to let go and give me what I want, goosebumps erupt over my skin as I come to terms with the fact that that’s what she is.

Mine.

Keening, Andrya squirts all over my face, cumming so hard she almost topples the chair over. She does something to the remote that makes me bury my face in her thigh as she takes my breath away. My heart almost bursts from my chest as this damned toy pulls my soul from my body.

“Fuck,” I half scream, half cry out as I shudder through my orgasm.

Glancing up at her, she turns it off with a satisfied smile, tears beginning to dry on her cheeks from the force of her own orgasm.

“Class dismissed,” Andrya chuckles. “Those of you who failed, may the little blue bean of your partner have mercy on your souls.”

Thirty

GRAYSON

After the Trio’s lesson yesterday, Lana strolls into my office demanding to tour the other classes in Section B.

“I have to be fair,” she says, flipping her hair across from me. My brow raised as I listened to her. She’s the one who insisted on staying in their class. “It’s clear Ayden, Andrya, and Sidney know what they’re doing, but I want to see how the other instructors are. There has to be a reason there’s not a single class ready to graduate.”

Forcing myself to stay calm, I prepare to listen to Lana beat a dead horse. “Miss Kort, the reason our Section B assets aren’t ready to be released into field work is because they’ve been here a mere two and a half months. It’s a six month program, and Ayden has agreed to do it in five. You’re welcome to tour the other classes,” I placate.

“Thank you,” she huffs as if I was arguing with her. I hate this bitch so much. “The food is awful here, my bed is lumpy, and I miss castle life. How many classes can I pop into by, say, Thursday?”

That’s three days from now, so I pull up a schedule and find she can fit every class in that time. Making a plan, I hand her the schedule of where she’ll be during that time. I don’t know why, but it’s nice to know the bitch will have the equivalent of a bell now. Lana Kort enjoys skulking around FRC, and I’ve found her in places she shouldn’t be.

The sooner she’s gone, the better. The woman is trouble. Once Lana goes off on her way, I can feel my shoulders start to relax. I miss seeing Silla at lunch every day, and I finally allow myself to feel the anger that’s banked on the edge of my mind.

If I could get away with dropping Lana off the edge of a cliff I would, because what she did to Silla was terrible. I’ve witnessed Silla begin to jump at loud noises again, and every time I see it, I want to strangle Lana. Thank fuck this is almost over.

Zachary walks past my door looking a little green, and my lips twitch. Dickweed.

“Zachary!” I boom out as I sit at my desk. Stumbling, he glances inside. Waving my hand impatiently, the guy walks inside. He still looks worse for wear, but it’s his own damn fault. Play stupid games, win diarrhea.

“Yes, Sir,” he rasps, looking absolutely awful.

“Why do you look like that? Are you sick?” I bark.

“I don’t know, Sir. I didn’t eat anything odd, and I worked out earlier. Maybe eating so many vegetables doesn’t agree with me? All I know is that I’ve been in the bathroom so often, I don’t think I can shit anything else out,” Zachary groans, rubbing his stomach.