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Twelve

K amine rubbed her arms. She still felt sore from the game even though two days had passed. She rested each moment she could, spent long hours reading in bed, which meant she had no books left. She promised herself that tonight after dinner she would go searching for a library.

First, she needed to get through this lesson. For the first time in ever, there was a buzzing energy to her steps. A newfound exhilaration because she had the confirmation she needed: her powers existed. Somewhere within her bones and veins flowed the power that she longed for her whole life. Now, it was only a matter of harnessing it.

Professor Grimot also seemed more enthusiastic. He was actually standing with her, and not distracting himself with a book, completely ignoring her presence. It was a step in the right direction.

“I don’t want you to learn to use laying down as a crutch,” he started. “But I want you to be reminded of what it felt like to get your powers out, so this will be the one and only time I will allow you to do it.”

Kamine nodded. She awkwardly sat on the ground. Laying on her stomach felt too vulnerable in this environment because her face would be pressing downwards, and it would be harder to get back up. She chose to lay on her back, giving her the ability to see the Professor easily at all times.

She pressed her palms on the hard stone. The grittiness bit into her skin, and it energized her, like the rocks were fueling her up.

“Remember, it’s not about fear, it’s not about imagining it. It’s an extension of you, just like walking and breathing. When you think too hard about doing those basic things, you stumble.”

He backed away from her, giving her space. Kamine closed her eyes. Instead of thinking about her powers, she thought of her family, of the day Damien was born. Kamine had been eighteen, her mother’s pregnancy unexpected. Not that her parents hadn’t tried for another child, but many attempts didn’t stick.

Both Kamine and her father hoped that new life would bring light back to her mother. For a short time, it did. Her mother cried with tears of joy when Damien was put into her arms. Those early days were some of the happiest days of Kamine’s life.

Damien completed their family. He filled a hole that no one even knew existed. He was a happy baby who smiled at everyone and barely fussed. It was almost impossible to separate her mother from the babe. She held him constantly; her ear at his chest, listening to his heartbeats.

But something changed, one day when her mother was bathing him in the kitchen sink. Kamine heard Damien’s cries from her room, and rushed into the kitchen, since it was so out of the ordinary for him.

The scene she found scarred her. Her mother was nowhere to be found, while Damian lay in the sink with water pouring over his face. He couldn’t breathe. Kamine pulled his slippery body out of the water, and held him close. Kamine looked out the window, and noticed her mother was outside, standing, staring out into the fields. Another Undertaking was soon approaching.

“Stop using your hands,” Professor Grimot reprimanded.

Kamine’s eyes flew open. She didn’t realize she had her arms outstretched, as if she were reaching for her little brother, or for her mother who was already lost. It was days later, right before that year’s Undertaking, that she had taken her life.

Kamine lowered her arms again, letting go of the direction of her morbid thoughts. “Did anything happen?”

She didn’t feel the ground bend, but she also had been so lost in the memory.

“No,” he said with a huff. He came towards her with something in his hands.

“What are you doing?” she said, becoming nervous as he took her hands.

“Do you trust that I am doing everything in your best interest?”

“What?”

“Answer. Yes or no.”

Kamine didn’t understand, but those dark black eyes convinced her to agree.

“Yes.”

He grabbed her hands and bound her wrists together with a sturdy piece of rope, leaving her at his mercy.

Grimot tightened the knot enough to prevent escape, but not too much that Kamine would begin to panic. He could already see the anxiety brewing in her eyes.

He kneeled at her feet, watching her chest rise and fall, her training clothes conforming perfectly to her body. Her gasps grew more frantic. She needed to relax for this to work. Either nothing would happen in her current state, or she would cause mass destruction.

“Relax,” he said, placing his hands on her shins.

She tensed at his touch at first, but then her legs loosened slightly under him. Her breathing still hadn’t evened out, though. He smoothed his hands higher, to her thighs.

She snapped her attention to him. “What are you doing?”

“Massaging your thighs.” He pressed his knuckles into them and made small circles.

“And why, may I ask?” she bit out through gritted teeth.

“You’re too tense. I don’t want the school to be destroyed. You can’t lose control.”

His fingers dug into her plush thighs as he continued. She moaned, and her face turned red. “Sorry.”

He didn’t say anything, instead focusing on his ministrations of her legs, going up and down. But his cock stirred. It wanted to hear that sound again. He wanted to hear it, while he was deep inside her, ideally.

He wondered with the way she arched her back just now, if she wanted it, too.

Clearing his throat, he dismissed such thoughts. “Do you feel your powers?”

She shook her head. Her eyes were clamped shut.

“Do you feel anything like you did during the game?”

“No,” she managed to get out. “Nothing.”

“How did you feel? What was going through your head?”

Kamine lay there, as if thinking hard.

“I was resigned to whatever fate awaited me. I was ready to accept any outcome.”

Grimot stopped his work on her legs. This was going to happen, then. Sex could be a catalyst for one's power. His first time with someone, he climaxed so hard he cracked a nearby boulder. It wasn’t the safest method, but if it could help her…

“What?” she asked as she lifted her neck up. “Did something happen?” Her lips were swollen from biting them as she concentrated, her curly hair fanned out.

“Do you trust me?”

Grimot tracked the bob of her throat.

“Not really.”

Grimot quirked his lips. He crawled up her body, hovering just over her.

He flattened his hand just above her core. “I need a yes.” He said, sternly. He wouldn’t take that step if she didn’t want it.

Kamine’s eyes focused on his hand that trembled where she wanted him, then flicked to meet his gaze.

“Yes,” she breathed out.

Grimot groaned as soon as he placed his hand on her swollen cunt. The fabric was damp, and he loved knowing it was because of him.

Kamine had lost control. Her body and mind warred with themselves, one craving his touch, the other demanding her to push him away.

“Lay back,” he whispered into her ear, and the way his voice growled, all trains of thought were wiped away. “Accept that this is happening.”

So she did. Kamine rested back on the ground, her hands still tied above her head.

Grimot gently rubbed at first, circling the swollen nub over her clothes. She hissed at the sensation, how easily he wound her up.

“Do you like that?” he asked as she rocked up into his hands. He smiled. “Or do you like it harder?” He pressed his fingers down, and she moaned loudly in response. “Good to know.”

He continued, changing the patterns he made, the tempo—and with each brush of his fingers, Kamine relented every part of herself to this moment. She didn’t care about anything else except for how he worked to wring out the orgasm that began to surface.

“Don’t stop,” she whimpered, tears forming in her eyes. “I’m so close.”

He immediately took his hands off her.

She gasped. “I said, don’t!”

“Stop thinking,” he gritted out. “I’m in control.”

She narrowed her eyes angrily, but leaned back again and closed them.

“Get on your knees,” he ordered.

“I’m a little tied up at the moment,” she shot back, growing frustrated at the loss of his touch.

“Don’t be a brat, Kamine.”

She stared at him, but she yielded to his command. He sat back and watched as she awkwardly got on her knees, and placed her tied hands on the ground.

He pulled her pants and panties down to reveal her lush backside. She knew she was slick with heat, and for a moment, thoughts of him driving his cock right into her without warning flashed before her. He went slow, though, as he dragged his fingers through her folds. She shivered as he sucked on them, and moaned.

“You taste better than the finest wine,” he said against her backside.

He flicked her clit. She breathed out, her eyes still shut, and then, he plunged his fingers into her core, using his other hand to knead on her clit.

Right before she climaxed, the ground beneath them shuddered. They swayed, but he didn’t stop at the interruption, instead driving deeper until he reached the innermost part. When she tightened around his fingers, she screamed.

Professor Grimot eased her slowly out of it.

She laid down onto her stomach and turned around. Her eyes fluttered open. Her cheeks were stained with the faintest blush.

Then the reality of everything that transpired hit her, what they had done. She let her Professor fuck her, and instead of feeling shame and guilt, she wanted more of him. All of him.

He backed away when he noticed that shift in her, and started untying the knots. Once her arms were freed, she pulled her pants back up.

She opened her mouth to speak, but immediately snapped it shut. Instead of trying to make sense of these strange new feelings, she scrambled to her feet and bolted from the room.