Chapter 11- Teasing the temptress and Dreaming of Blondie R-18*

POV- Dominic

Escaping the brewing bitch fit that Landon was cooking up, I jog over to Penelope, bumping my elbow to her shoulder. "You've been ignoring me, Penelope."

"You hurt Josie, toying with her feelings. Of course, I'm ignoring you asshole." I grab her shoulder and spin her to face me.

"I've already explained the situation to Josie, and she's been considering it all of yesterday. She's been consoling Liz, though I don't think she explained the circumstances to Blondie yet."

"Get to the point Dom."

"Hope and I are in a one-way poly relationship. She's fine with sharing me. That confusion you've got now, is why she was quiet yesterday."

"…Oh." Penelope was never one to show her emotions, but luckily, I could see them regardless, and her embarrassment squashed the little anger she had. "I probably should tell you not to drink the bottle of water on your bedside table then. It would have made you mute for a day." I couldn't help but laugh at the overprotective witch, caressing her cheek with my thumb.

While her eyes kept flickering between my eyes and my horns, I spoke softly, "You really are so sweet, Penelope. Thanks for letting me know." While Hope was aware I had a thing for Penelope, it felt wrong just kissing her without dating her, though my momentary thoughts were interrupted by the evil temptress herself, hooking her hands around my neck in a single swift motion and meeting my lips with her own. The kiss quickly turned frantic and rough, and within seconds I had her held up against the wall and her legs holding me tight against her.

"Am I, ahh, a candidate for your relationship," she groaned, as I bit and kissed down her neck. 'Now I know Hope can heal quicker, I might be able to be a little rougher.' My thoughts were again broken by the minx as she grabbed my horns and pulled my head to look at her. "Well?"

"Hmm, I don't know… Josie's still pissed at you and Liz hates your guts." I say slowly, almost teasingly. "Do you reckon you can play nice?" I say with a growl in the back of my throat, my tail snaking along her thigh as the smooth shaft fills the gap between her bubble butt held aloft and spread in my hands, sending shivers up her spine.

She nodded quickly with her face flushed, "You really want 4 witches? You are definitely a masochist."

"To be honest, I'm more interested in why you're interested. Was it me? Was it the picture of you and me sharing Josie, working her and each other over?" I didn't need to say anymore as she bit down on my shoulder and groaned, a small vibration running through her body and a faint scent entering my nose. "We have an assembly in like 3 minutes, so you may want to clean yourself off." While I was definitely erect, the strain of my jocks against my engorged dick incredibly uncomfortable, I could at least remove my own lust, allowing the blood to flow back out of my member before we left, without giving myself blue balls. 'God the assembly would suck without that power.' As I continued down the hall with a much happier Penelope, I caught the Asian girl I'd seen with Emma watching us from down the hall. 'She didn't tell anyone about me eating out Josie, so I guess I'll trust her this time.' The two of us sit with the witches, and Hope finds me with a curious smile, looking at Penelope beside me.

"Anything happen I should know about?" she whispers in my ear, sitting to my left.

"I had planned to avoid it, promise, but yeah. A make-out session in the hallway."

"Make-out," Penelope butts in with a mischievous look in her eye. "You were busy sawing sliding your thick shaft between my cheeks as you held me against the wall."

"Your tail, I'm guessing?"

"…yeah."

"I'm not annoyed," and I knew she wasn't. Amused and curious, but not jealous or angry. "Though maybe don't do it in the hallway. There are kids that come here."

"You really haven't been to a regular high school, have you? It's almost inescapable."

"No, and I always figured that was just for movies. Regardless, just be aware of the setting."

"You're so right, Hope. We should have done it on Miss Tig's desk."

"Shhh. Shut *smack* your mouth *smack* and quit laughing." Penelope and I were cackling at her flustered expression, and after I whispered to Penelope what had happened, she laughed again.

"Hope Mikaelson, you naughty girl. I'm honestly a little impressed. Such a strait-laced teacher's pet banging on the counsellor's desk…and getting caught."

"I blame Dom entirely; he's been caught by Tig twice now in…compromising positions." Before the sexy evil ex could ask for an explanation, Josie and Liz showed up right on time, sitting next to Hope with a scowl at Penelope on Liz's part. Alaric took his place at the podium seconds later, cutting off the possibility of a witch fight and silencing the room.

"Good evening- or perhaps just evening, to all students here. If you'd asked me a week ago if I knew the difference between fact and fiction, I would have said that supernaturals were limited to the species under this roof. I would have said that folklore and fairy tales were just stories." By this point, I could feel over a dozen sets of eyes on me, and Hope took my hand in hers, the only comfort she could subtly provide. "But I can no longer say any of that is true. Because just a few days ago, we were confronted with the existence of a dragon. Yes, the rumours were true, including those of our very own Dominic Beaufort. Whom we identified as a demon of theological beliefs. And then today, as you are well aware, our campus was terrorised by a gargoyle come to life." Excited and anxious murmuring had crept across the room, cut off again by Alaric's calm speech. "Some of us… were forced to fight. We won, for now at least. Both the dragon and gargoyle were drawn here by a knife that went missing earlier this week. 'Yeah, when Landon nabbed it and tried to go cross country with it.' "For whatever reason, these creatures consider us to be the enemy because we won't give it up. We don't even know why they want it. But the fact remains that dangerous creatures are appearing, and we need to be ready. We will be ready. From now on, students aged 14 and up will be allowed to study combat magic in class, as well as physical combat training in PE. Note, this does not mean black magic, or intentionally seeking to maim or cripple your fellow students. But we are more than a school, we are a family. And we will defend each other and ourselves from these threats. That's all I have to say tonight, enjoy the rest of your evening."

"So that's why you and Liz spoke with him before."

"We said that the secrets needed to stop, and after seeing how difficult it was to take the gargoyle down, I think he accepted the need for a more practical education."

The two of us separated at returned to my room, though nothing more than some spooning happened due to Hope's exhaustion. Unsurprisingly, channelling enough magic to completely destroy an immortal stone creature is tiring on your body, which means the twins will be exhausted tomorrow too. Not to mention watching someone you care about fight and then receive a would-be fatal axe strike in front of you, a bleeding mess.

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"Dom, wake up. The bell's gone," I hear, feeling someone shake me with their hand. 'The fuck is Lizzie doing in my-why am I in class?' Looking up at the blonde with a confused look she pulls me off the chair, "It's lunch, hurry up, I need to tell you something." I follow the blonde into her and Josie's room, which seems to lack something. 'Sound. There's no ambient sound. I'm in a fucking dream, aren't I?'

"Liz, what is this?"

"I wanted to tell you, but then you ended up dating the skank, so-" I don't let her finish, pushing her back onto the nearest bed to the door, sealing her jaw shut with my hand, and pressing her down onto the mattress.

"Watch what you say, Liz. Even if she's not here." She glares briefly, but a nod soon follows and I loosen my grip, though she's still beneath me on her sister's bed.

"I like you, you arrogant bastard. Not that it matters now. I can't actually tell you, so I guess this will do. Even the evil bitch Penelope was lingering today. You've kissed her, eaten out Josie, and you're dating Hope. What's wrong with me? Why couldn't you choose me?" 'Even in my dreams, she's desperate for love.'

Brushing the hair from her wet eyes, I kiss her forehead, my voice gentle as I try to soothe the upset girl beneath me. "There's nothing wrong with you gorgeous, it's just the way it played out. I needed something from Penelope, and wanted something from Josie. And Hope and I just sort of happened. Ask Josie about me and Hope tomorrow if you want a better explanation."

"I know all of that, this is a dream afterall, but it doesn't mean I'm not annoyed. But since I can't have you for myself, at least, not without becoming a slut like Dana, I'll take you here and now." Her words had begun as sharp as a knife, but ended smooth as silk, ensnaring me as she pulled me down to her and we shared a soft kiss. Not as warm and passionate as Hope, nor as sexual and rough as Penelope, but closer to Josie, a combination of the two.

R-18 Scenes ahead**

Climbing onto the bed properly, the kiss grows deeper, exploring one another's mouths as our hands did the same to our bodies. Hers ran through and pulled my hair and felt my chest and arms, while my own slid up her waist and cupped her breasts through her thin shirt. Ripping her shirt open along with her skirt, she lay in only a pair of black underwear I hadn't imagined she would own, racy and stunning. 'If it's a dream, I can do…this,' I think, and with but a thought, the remnants of her shirt and skirt vanish, summoning a sharp inhale from the sudden exposure.

"It's not fair I'm the only one getting naked Dom," she cooed beneath me, sliding her hands under my partly undone shirt and sliding it over my head, revealing the tight muscles that lay underneath pale skin. Her hands traced along my pecs and abs, biting her lip with a moan. Another thought vanishes her bra, and I took a few seconds to appreciate the beauty that was in front of me. Liz looked at me expectedly. I leaned down and held one of her B cup breasts as I licked it from the bottom swell up to her nipple. I swirled my tongue around it, savouring the softness, and then I flicked my tongue across her nipple. Liz moaned at the contact, and I push forward, taking her entire nipple into my mouth and sucking hard on it. Lizzie raised up her chest, giving me better access to it, her hands pulling my head tighter into her chest breathing heavily. My tail and my hand caress her silky thighs, and the tail shaft slides between her legs and wraps around her right leg, rubbing through her panties as my hand runs down the outside and squeezes her ass. As my mouth transfers from her left breast to her right, sucking and tugging with my teeth on her perky boobs, I can feel her squeeze down on my tail with her thighs as she groans in my ear.

Barely a second after she stops shaking, she flips on top, tugging at my pants and throwing them behind her, though both of us are naked with a snap. "Definitely a dream," she mutters, sliding her hand up my thigh and wrapping it around my base, the other peeling back the skin as she shuffles back, giving her enough space to take it into her mouth. Licking along the head, under the crown and trailing her tongue down the shaft, Liz lathered my dick in her spit before putting it in her mouth. Locking eyes with me, she holds my gaze as she slides down my length, only gagging an inch from the base. 'She's got better technique than Hope, and I'm a little surprised she was so willing to go down on me, I somewhat figured she'd be a selfish lover.' My heavy breathing and groans encourage her to continue as she bobs up and down, eventually managing to get her nose pressed against my pelvis, if only for a moment before returning for air.

I could see her frustration that I hadn't released yet, obviously uncomfortable having her jaw stretched for so long, so I heighten my own lust. 'It's fine if I do it to myself, right?' "Liz, I'm gonna cum, so if you don't want it in your mouth…" She dives back down on it, her hands pulling on the back of my thighs, helping pull herself back down at an accelerated pace. I warn her by gripping her hair and squeezing, pumping several loads into her mouth. Looking up at me she opens her mouth, her tongue coated in my spunk, closing it and swallowing under my stare. "Good girl." Her hazed expression turned joyous, and I decide to reward her for her efforts. With supernatural flexibility and grace, I spin behind her, laying her on her back in a frog position, using one of Josie's pillows beneath Liz's butt to elevate her hips further.

Sliding my hands up her hamstrings and holding her legs apart, I kiss along her toned legs, tracing the muscles hidden by her softness. She'd always looked fit, but from so close with her skin bare I could see the effort she maintained to keep herself lithe and sexy. Planting my tongue in the groove of her leg and pelvis she groans out in frustration, "Just eat me out Dom, please?" Her tantalising voice sends electricity through me, and despite never going soft, I feel myself harden even further, her words like honey. Ignoring her and switching sides sends her into another series of cries, her head tilted back as her hands slide from my hair to my handles, as Hope joked.

This time, as I reach the crevice of her leg and hips, I don't stop, burying my face into her pussy, her juices and my saliva coating her creamy white thighs in a shimmering lubricant. Lizzie's pussy tasted so amazing. Her taste had only a slight headiness to it and was almost sweet, reminding me of her intoxicating perfume. I couldn't control myself and hold back anymore. I slid my tongue as deep as I could to get as much of her nectar as possible. As I started to tongue fuck her, she cried out, "Oh baby deeper, FUCK!" She began to hump against my face every time I licked deeply. I Increased the speed and pressure, and so did she as she humped against me even harder. The room filled with the sounds of slurping mixed with her cries and shrieks, as Lizzie was quite sensitive, and I could 'read,' what was working for her easily, and within mere minutes her legs trembled and her inner walls clenched tight on my tongue. 'That's another thing I'd noticed since I died. My tongue is a little longer, and crazily manoeuvrable, like a snake's.'

Rising to kiss her again, with her nectar dripping down my chin, I felt my cock press tightly between her lips, and suddenly I'm thankful it's only a dream and she can't get addicted like I was worried about. I saw just how addicted Penelope got from just a kiss, Josie became frantic, and even the gentle, sweet Hope turned primal. "Are you sure," I ask, though it was almost more for myself than her. Seeing her like this, touching her, tasting her, filling her, I wasn't sure if I could look at her the same tomorrow after this sex dream. She didn't respond with words, instead sitting up with our bodies still pressed against each other at the waist, looking deeply into my eyes. Lifting herself with one hand, and aiming my dick with another, she smiles, kissing me with a fiery heat as I push deep in a single thrust.

She wasn't a virgin, but neither was I, and she was so tight I let out a moan into her mouth as she did in mine. Each of us broke off the kiss with a small burst of laughter, both laughing at the shared reaction. In the first few strokes, I recognise her pleasure spots aren't along the back wall, and reposition. While it might have felt okay, I wanted to please her, make her mine. And that would be a lot easier if she was cock-drunk. Lifting her leg and flipping her on her side, I slam deeper into her than my previous position allowed, my hips now able to get full motion. Scraping along the side and bumping against the groove of folds that sat just below her cervix, rather than trying to just go as deep as I could, Liz's cries become breathless pants and her hands grip onto Josie's sheets so tight her knuckles turn white. 'Much better,' I chuckle to myself, my tail tracing up her back and lightly scratching the skin, drawing hisses from the blonde, though there was no denying her pleasure. Smacking and groping her ass with my free hand, I feel her tighten on me, her screams muffled by the pillow she was biting down on. Her pussy's attempt to milk me dry set me off, and I plunged deep, bottoming out as the head pressed into her womb, firing my cum inside her with a loud groan. "Oh Dom," I hear, and she pulls me in for another kiss, though my hips don't stop, and with a small dose of emotional manipulation, her lust builds again, ignoring the exhaustion I could see dripping down her body as sweat. The two of us fucked for another two orgasms on my end, Liz kept as eager and excited as the first time throughout before her swollen box was filled to the brim with my semen, dripping out all over her sister's sheets.

"LIZZIE, SHUT UP!" I hear, waking to find myself in my own bed, Hope still beside me asleep in my arms. 'I've got Hope right here yet my mind wanders elsewhere. There's something definitely wrong with me.'

R-18 End**

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The next morning, we made it down to breakfast, though a little later than usual. Josie was sat with dark circles under her eyes, still attempting a smile when she spotted us. Landon was nowhere to be seen, and nor was Lizzie, which was odd. "Where's blondie?"

"She's…tired," Josie manages, but doesn't explain further. 'Probably from the same reason as Hope was tired last night, and worsened by the fact she is only a witch. No superhuman endurance or rapid healing for her.' Alaric's voice sounded through the intercom, asking for students to attend another emergency assembly in five minutes. "Wonder what that's about?"

"Another monster?" Hope reasoned, but there was no way of knowing, unfortunately. "You sure you're okay Josie, you look how I feel."

"Gee, thanks. Liz didn't sleep great, and kept me up for most of the night," she explained, but her eyes kept flickering to me as I scarfed down as much food as I could before assembly. Hope nodded, assuming it to be about yesterday, and rather more practically, buttered and jammed some toast, taking the toast with her to the assembly, smirking at me all the while.

Unfortunately, the assembly only seemed to make the trio more tired than before.