Nolan.
The air in the room was thick with discomfort as I struggled to catch my breath. "Haaa...haaa... Shit! This is bad," I muttered to myself, my body acting up in ways I couldn't comprehend. It was as if the universe itself had decided to play a cruel trick on me, and I was caught in the midst of it.
The unmistakable truth of Etheria's motto, "Expect the unexpected," hit me harder than ever. A strange heat surged through my body, and beads of sweat formed rapidly, an unusual wetness accompanying the turmoil within me. Panic set in – why was this happening? And why was it getting worse with each passing moment?
The realization dawned on me, a chilling certainty – dark magic was at play. A surge of fear gripped me, knowing well that my meager skills were no match for the sinister forces orchestrating this disturbance. Clutching at straws, I decided to try a healing spell.
"Purificare!!" I exclaimed, pouring every ounce of my energy into the incantation. The feeble glow around my hand flickered and faded, leaving my body untouched.
Frustration and helplessness washed over me. My legs weakened, and my vision blurred. The moonlight filtering through the window served as a silent witness to my struggle, while the distant sounds of the ongoing party outside felt like a cruel reminder of normalcy.
The burning sensation within me reached an unbearable peak, and I screamed in pain, collapsing onto the floor. I couldn't endure it any longer. Just when hope seemed lost, the door to the room creaked open.
"Is anybody here?" a voice echoed. In response, I whispered, "Lumiere," conjuring a feeble trail of light.
The approaching footsteps grew louder, and with an ominous creak, the door widened, revealing the unexpected presence of Leon. In the cosmic twist of fate, it just had to be him. Maxime Leonides Xavier Valois-Noir, the head boy of the distinguished house of Viguier, emerged into the moonlit room.
His name alone carried an air of prestige, adorned with the weight of a lineage steeped in ancient sorcery—the Valois family, known for their mastery of the arcane arts. A well-known figure within Etheria, he was hailed as the current apex of magical prowess among the student body.
Leon, a figure adorned with a handsome countenance that belied the complexities within, hailed from the Valois family—a name synonymous with old sorcery, wealth, and fame. He was, by all accounts, the epitome of the entitled aristocrat. With every right to wield arrogance, he embodied the archetypal rich and infamous sorcerer. He was also, by consensus, the biggest asshole in the school—a thick-headed, unapologetic bastard who flaunted his arrogance with disdain. His magnetic charm, handsome features, and the sheer influence of his family background seemed to afford him the luxury of being a certified douchebag.
"Starr? What happened?" Leon's touch on my forehead felt cold, a stark contrast to the inferno raging inside me.
"Black... magic...." I managed to choke out, the words a feeble attempt to convey the depths of my distress. The room fell into a heavy silence, as Leon's concerned eyes met mine, and the weight of the mysterious affliction became all too palpable.
The room spun with agony, and I could feel the black magic clinging to every fiber of my being. "We need to get Professor Felix—" I stammered, my attempt to stand cut short as Leon's firm grip seized me.
"No... hel...p... qucik...." The words left my lips in strained fragments, the pain intensifying with each passing moment. Leon could see my struggle, the sheer hardship etched across my face as I fought against the malevolent force that had taken hold of me.
I watched Leon, desperation in his eyes, contemplating the next move. He swiftly removed his coat and rolled up his sleeves, a gesture of readiness. With determination, he lifted my upper body, a silent vow to stand by me through this unforeseen ordeal.
"I'll try my best..." Leon declared with a gravity that mirrored the severity of the situation.
Closing his eyes, Leon placed his left palm on my chest, and a string of unfamiliar incantations began to fill the room. "Esprit maléfique à l'intérieur de ce corps, laisse-le partir." The words resonated, and I realized this wasn't a spell taught at Etheria. It was a family incantation, a piece of ancient magic passed down through generations.
As Leon continued, a radiant glow enveloped us. Rays of light expanded and intensified with each repetition of the incantation. The oppressive heat within me began to relent, but the pain persisted.
"Fuck. It burns." I moaned, the intensity of the dark magic resisting the healing.
"Be fucking gentle, you moron!" I screamed, frustration and pain intertwining.
"Now, Starr, be fucking patient. I'm the only one who can save you right now," Leon's voice cut through the chaos.
The struggle continued, but gradually, my body felt lighter, and the relentless pounding in my head subsided. The dark magic was receding, but a peculiar discomfort lingered.
Shit, my shaft.
I winced, the agony persisting. "Hey, the dark magic is gone now, but you still need to go to the clinic," Leon urged.
Animalistic sounds escaped me, revealing an unresolved issue. "What is it now? I'm not going to carry you all the way there." Leon's firm tone met my weakened state.
"Idiot! My... dick..." I managed to articulate, my gaze locking onto Leon's tired eyes.
"What was that?" Leon asked, attempting to comprehend the gravity of the situation.
I met his gaze, exhaustion evident in my eyes. "Something is wrong with my dick. There's like a weird feeling."
"Just pee in your pants, I won't judge," Leon's cold response held a tinge of disbelief.
"It's not that... I need to release," I clarified, desperation lingering in my voice. Leon's initial dismissal gave way to a reluctant understanding of the situation, as my tired eyes conveyed the urgency of my discomfort.
"Do you really? You want my hand to fix your manhood?" he teased, I looked at him in annoyance.
"Shit! Then let me be! If you're that disgusted by me, then get out!" I screamed in frustration.
He grabbed the hardening member that's forming a tent in my pants. I moaned from the contact. Shit. I need it so bad.
"Are you really sure, Starr?" Leon asked seriously.
"Fucking yes, just take me already." I said, and my body is now exploding in adrenaline.
Leon carried me and lay my body down on the big sofa in the room. He then goes to the door and locked it and then he came back.
He unbuttoned the three first buttons of his shirt and lean towards my body.
"Don't you dare regret this, Starr." he said firmly and looked at my eyes. His gaze were a fiery as flame. You can see the passion in his eyes.
He started to undo my zipper. My throbbing member greeted him. He rubbed it gently, like he was teasing me.
"Stop that." I said, he looked at me and chuckle.
"Someone's needy." Leon teases more. He then proceeds to remove my underwear. Shit, my whole identity is right in front of him. I would have never expected this. The school's motto is correct again.
He grabbed the base of my cock, and he starts moving his hand, up and down. That feels very good. Shit. At first, he starts slowly, then in every minute he's building up his pace.
"Looks like you like it." Leon said. My facial expressions are just showing him that I am indeed liking it. Every time his hand move and surge of pleasure comes in my body. Leon started changing his pace faster.
"Fuck, just like that!" I moaned. His massive and cold hands are adding more to the pleasure. Suddenly, a weird feeling is starting to build up. Fuck.
"Faster! Leon!" I moaned louder. He responded by jacking my throbbing cock faster. Shit, I can feel it coming.
"Augghhhh!" I moaned as my fluids all came out. I keep moaning as it spurt in Leon's hand. That was good. Leon's hand are so good. I thought as I rode in ecstasy.
"Do you really think you're the only one getting all the fun, Starr? I want my share too." Leon suddenly said and unzipped his pants. His cock is also throbbing. Shit, it's big, just by looking at it.
He saddled above me, and he grabbed my dick with his. I moaned at the touching of his manhood. The cum that I just spurted acted as lube for masturbating our cocks. He grab it harder, in order for it to keep sticking together.
This asshole. The pace is already faster and rough.
"Shit! I just came." I exclaimed at him. My cock is still sensitive. He keeps going in that pace and I can already feel like I'm cumming again.
"Stop! Stop! I'm close again!" I shouted at him, but he didn't listen and continued with his business. Leon keeps going and going until...
"Aaahhhh!!" I came again, Leon was still not stopping. Shit, what's wrong with him. Tears are already from my eyes from all the pleasure I'm receiving from his hand and hard cock.
I look at him and his eyes are closed. I think he is about to come. Shit, I just came, why is it building up again? His hands got so much faster and rougher. Fuck, I'm coming for the third time and same as Leon.
"Fuck! Starr!"
"Leon!"
Both of us cum in euphoria. His body fell over me and our panting breath were in sync. Shit, that was hot... and good. I look at the ceiling and just realize that I got jacked but the school's asshole.
"Get off me." I said to Leon, but he was still panting.
"How cold, I just satisfied you didn't I?" He spoke and peered at me through those captivating blue eyes. As he moved away from tending to my top, he adjusted his attire, and I followed suit.
"Are you better now? You still need to go to the clinic, though," Leon gently reminded me.
"I know that, and I never thought I would say this, but thank you, Leon," I expressed my gratitude, meeting his gaze with sincerity.
Leon chuckled, shaking his head in a bemused manner. "You are so amusing, Starr. Si mignon et précieux," he complimented, a smile gracing his features. I rolled my eyes in annoyance. Even though Leon had just saved me, I couldn't help but feel irritated by his teasing. How did I end up being poisoned by black magic? The memory was hazy, all I could recall was drinking that juice.
Shit.
The realization hit me like a wave. The party was still in full swing. The vibrant sounds of celebration and music echoed in the distance, a stark contrast to the turmoil I had just endured.
"Shit, there might still be victims at the party; we should warn everyone," I urgently told Leon.
Despite the recent ordeal, both of us hurriedly composed ourselves, adjusting our disheveled attire. The aftermath of the unexpected encounter lingered in the air, and the tension between Leon and me remained palpable.
This night had transformed into a chaotic whirlwind, leaving me reeling from the bizarre turn of events. The celebratory atmosphere of the party clashed starkly with the ominous undertones of dark magic that had tainted the evening.
As we prepared to leave the room, a disconcerting thought crossed my mind – how many others at the party might have fallen prey to the same mysterious menace? The urgency to alert and protect those still reveling in the festivities fueled my determination.
"Leon, we need to make sure everyone knows about the danger," I added, a sense of responsibility replacing the earlier frustration. Together, we stepped out into the night, ready to confront the unforeseen challenges that had unfolded in Etheria.