↺ The Devils Work ↻

Levi watched the professor with curious eyes, unsure of what to think about him and what was going on. It was no secret that he was actually being turned on a bit himself as his own cock was hardening with every smack. He narrowed his eyes in mild annoyance.

But before he could say anything, his mouth was being stuffed with a cock and he unintentionally growled against the student as he started to slide his mouth down his cock. He kept one eye on Remy and sighed when he leaned over him.

He groaned at the smack and when the other student pulled away in waiting for the next, Levi smirked at Remy Noir. “Unlucky for you,” he retorted. “I have mad mouth skills and you can’t imagine how great my mouth would feel right now. He winked at him and smirked.

That groan of pain though? A cock twitched in reaction. Remy’s hand moved to smooth his slacks over the bulge that was beginning to become bothersome while he rose to his feet once more and smiled at the pupil who jumped forth with a paddle in his hand. This particular paddle made the Professeur Of Pain smile with approval for it had metal tacks pressed in to it distinctly spelling out the most crucial of phrases to be remembered; Noir.

“I-… I don’t know.” She didn’t know if it mattered, but she was most definitely curious, that was for sure. Large, hazel doe eyes followed the movement of his other hand, her heart rate picking up as she started to anticipate something coming, something about to happen, though she didn’t know what. Barely did she have time to flick her gaze up to his face, catching only the briefest glimpse of his expression before he’d disappeared under her sheet and latched onto her mons with gusto, changing her gasp of surprise to one of sudden shocking pleasure. 

 A soft whimper of surprised pleasure rippling up from a flushing chest, her small and pale body squirming beneath his hands and the lapping of his tongue at the growing wetness that came with conflicted arousal. It felt good, wonderful even, and her mind was already well trained by her time here to get lost in the pleasures, but her intimidation by him was still there as well and yet somehow only made the pleasure more. Made it easier to get lost in it. She was sure that was what he wanted.

It didn’t take many passes of the motion of his mouth below to have her started to press back a little into him, hips rolling down of their own volition as lightly freckled thighs twitched and trembled beneath his large, warm hands. 

It wasn’t her first time trying bondage, but the experience was still relatively new.  Something about the way the ropes gripped her wrists was both thrilling and calming, a feeling of freedom surging through her veins even though the bonds gave her anything but.  It wasn’t a physical freedom so much as a mental one, the sensation unlocking some part of her brain that allowed her to slowly start to dip down into what she was starting to understand was her subspace.  Delicate fingers wrapped around the taught ropes that held Rowan in place, giving the rope an experimental tug to see how much slack she had been given.  Not much, it seemed.

Remy’s reminder for her to remember to breathe was forgotten as she felt his mouth on her again, sharp hits of teeth and the warmth of his tongue pulling a soft moan from her throat.  The teasing words pulled a whimper from her, back bowing to try to push more of her skin against his lips, to chase down more of the sensations that were making her stomach feel taut with desire.  More bonds, more freedom, more sinking down that left her thoughts feeling fuzzy, breath catching in her throat as she tested the slack on her ankles once more.  But it was all forgotten at the feel of his tongue against her sex once more, knees going watery as her head fell back and she moaned out a soft “Professor …”  For all of her usual way with words, they were already starting to escape her, nodding almost absently even as her muscles pulled tight to push closer to him.  “Again, please, yes, gods please …”

May squeaked a little as she was plopped to the ground before letting out a quiet giggle, her lips eagerly meeting his. “Yes, WolfDaddy..” She murmured softly before sinking her hands into his wild black mane, holding to him as he deepened the kiss. As they kissed, she smiled against his lips before gently beginning to undo his tie, hoping she could get him to use it on her again.

What a minx this little, innocent bunny could be and he could not help but smile against her lips in return.

For old times sake, why not?

Electric, wild, intense.

As if a switch was flipped the devil surged forth. He was no more the controlled, calm, cool professeur. No. He was a man who was far more dangerous then she realized especially when one riled his blood up.

His kiss crushed her lips to his in a masculine ferocity that would make her knees buckle under the pressure of his his ardent passions. With a loud growl he snapped the tie off his neck and brought it to her wrists, the fiendish FrenchWolf then tied off her limbs and lifted them over her head. All that dark energy he let simmer underneath the surface exploded the instant he anchored her hands to the wooden beam of the gazebo’s rooftop.

Perhaps she should have been scared.

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Remy’s tongue lolled out; long, wet and hot, a micro second away from having the feeling of her nipple run across it. He practically groaned with anticipation for he had it in his mind to suckle her nipples until she begged him for the …Noir D.

But, as fate would have it. The clever fox had a little trick up her furry sleeve.

A crackle of atmosphere, a whooshing sound, matter slipping through his fingers and away from him left the greedy, devilish sinner baffled and amazed.

“Well, thats a fuckin’ first!”

No one had escaped his clutches, no one had wriggled away from him like she had just done. He raised a finger at her, pointing and growled.

“YOU lil’ shit! Why I outta skin you ALIVE, make you into a lil’ carpet! And when ever I feel like it I can take you outside AND BEAT YOU LIKE AN OLD RUG!!!”

His words heated, voice rising higher by the second, his feet moved him swiftly across the classroom all withint fractions of time. Remy nearly pounced upon the fox but he was unsuccessful in capturing her. He knew then this game would have to have some magical refinement but he still tried.

Joy stood on his desk and growled softly, her fur standing up on edge. You’d have to catch me first! She pushed before jumping out of his reach when he moved closer.

Now let me leave! The little fox pushed, baring her teeth at the Wolf, though she knew if he caught her she might not be able to wiggle free again. As she kept moving, she couldn’t help but yap at him, her ears twitching, eyes following his every move. 

She kept up her tough act, though she couldn’t stop the light shaking of her body as she panted softly.

Squash you like a bug thats what I am going to do! He thought to himself glaring down at the orange, furry little beast that had slipped through his clutches.

“Mark my words lil’ beasty yer MINE!” He barked with a stinging snarl lifting one side of his lip skyward, eyes wild and untameable.

“I will skin you alive!” His hand reached out for the little creature when she bared her teeth at him.

“Make YOU into the CUTE-est fuckin’ pair of FUZZY SLIPPERS! Thats what Ima DOOOOOO!” His reach lengthened and he was just about to grab her by the scruff of her neck when he knocked over his favorite mug of coffee.

F U C K

“Thank you,” Carter smiled politely, soft-spoken while he was in her orbit, she crossed her glowing stems and ran her fingers through her hair. “I went home to my pack, there was a bit of…peril,” she nodded, knowing he’d understand. “What about you? Have you stayed here this entire time or have you gotten out for a bit of a vacation? Looking up when the waiter came over, she sat up and smiled charmingly when asked for her order, “Patron margarita, please,” she nodded once before sitting back. “Snacks sound good, I think I’ll go with loaded nachos or something, with the meat and stuff,” she scrunched up nose in a smile up at the waiter, leaving him to place his own order.

Liliana waited and wondered, curious if he would want some form of repayment for her offense or if she would be free to go. All the while her fidgeting fingers still fretted with the locket around her throat nervously, an anxious twitch she couldn’t bring herself to stop. Instead, he stopped it for her. With her delicate hand in the warm embrace of his own she ceased worrying with the necklace and instead blushed as she felt lips brush the backs of her fingers. He would be greeted with the soft light scent of rosewater and gardenia gracing her skin. 

“Yes to another coffee?” The girl queried quietly, throat tight as she wondered what on earth he was doing as her palm then flattened against damp fabric, feeling the result of her clumsy attack upon him. His implication was lost on her and she simply nodded to his comment as she felt the movements of muscles beneath his shirt, “Large, yes. Tall and broad count as large, no?” And as the handkerchief wedged between her digits her brows knitted curiously. “I..I’m not…are you certain you wish me to help? I can’t see what all needs to be dried, Sir, and I’m afraid I’ll cause more trouble than I’ll solve. And in any case I should be off to class. I’ll be in trouble…” But even through her soft protests she started to lightly dab at the damp fabric of his shirt, trying to mop up a little of the spilled coffee.

She smelled good.

He’d always found gardenia to be a favored scent and it suited her, those crisp white blooms so  innocent and pure. Remy stared at her thoughtfully while a wicked smile curled itself into existence upon the devils lips, her lack-of-grasp or acknowledgement of his ill intent caused a loud snort to escape him. She was in danger, the devil was about to weave his hypnotic spell and get precisely what he wanted.

Remy barked, “Ha! You can at least try!” He shook his head at her explanation his hand tightening upon hers again, constricting like a snake until his will would be sated. “Fer someone who looks as threatening as a kitten you SURE can be stubborn.” Her list of reasons? Failed. The FrenchWolf poignantly shoved her hand clutching the handkerchief southward, grazing his soaked slacks.

“L O W E R!”

“I don’t have to ask to find out what the majority are about, I just have to know your devious mind like I do” Missing the distance between them already, the overly affectionate wolf curled onto her friend’s lap, head resting to his broad shoulder as they chatted. “And it’s not everyone that would be brave enough to call you that to your face. I’m one of the select few that knows who really resides in that black heart of yours” Qhuinn dropped her voice to a secretive  whisper, her lips close to his ears “A nice guy”

The mention of Jace’s particular talent had her nearly pulling another choke-and-spit, but she managed to keep it in this time. “Thank you..just the visula that I needed to start my day” she chuckled. Though she was likely to hear much worse, and in much more vivid detail, from the dragon himself should she ever broach the subject. Best to keep that in mind. His answer surprised her, as she would have thought, in his long life, that he would have fallen in love at least once. “Really? Not even once? Never thought that you could be? Not even the first time you saw me?” she teased, before going slightly somber. “The mate thing isn’t in the cards for me Remy, not even wit Clay. I know that, and I’m at peace with it. His love is all I need”

Her whispers, her teases riled him up to be sure but she was happily taken so the FrenchWolf  kept his distance with a cool composure. He did however chuckle at her last comment that danced to his ear, the words filtering throughout his mind like a haunting truth. “Some things are be’er left unsaid.” He cheekily teased right back before carefully adding some distance between their bodies for he knew his class was about to begin and he was in fact primed and ready to deliver the first round of pain to his eager pupils.

“Nope, Non-No. Naaah.” Remy answered with a vigorous shake of his head to each of her all too curious inquires, a rapid fire of declines which meant he was hiding something. “If you had a cup o’ coffee in yer hand then YES! By all means my black heart melted the moment I laid eyes upon YOU.” He leaned over and placed a whisper of a kiss upon her cheek before adjusting his tie and glancing at his phone. Sixx Minutes. Mossy green eyes flickered up to capture that somber look wash across her pretty face at the mention of a mate but he would not pry, not now for he was running out of time. “Good. I wish you many blessings my sweetest friend but I must bid you ado for now.” His hand rose to her hair, brushing back a chocolatey curl that had tumbled forward, draping itself upon her shoulder. “Meh first round of classes is ‘bout t’ start. It is time t’ expand some craniums and kickstart some neurons in the heads of my students!” The wink that followed statement, foreboded trouble for his

unlucky \ lucky?

classroom.