I woke to a strange, almost ethereal sense of pleasure. But it wasn't Dianna's touch that first registered. Instead, my mind was still lost in a vivid, intoxicating dream.
In the dream, I was surrounded by a soft, warm glow, and two familiar figures emerged from the haze. First, Aunt Allana, her boisterous laughter replaced by soft moans, her powerful, athletic body completely naked. Her incredibly big breasts, even more magnificent than I remembered, pressed against me, soft and yielding, as her hands roamed over my skin, her touch sending shivers of pure delight through me. Then, Aunt Valerie, her quiet elegance transformed into a sensual, uninhibited grace, her slender, delicate figure bare, her translucent nightgown discarded. Her movements were slow, deliberate, her gentle smile now laced with a knowing passion as she leaned into me, her soft moans a sweet melody in my ear. Both of them, my aunts, were giving me pleasure, their bodies intertwining, their hands exploring, their whispers filling the dream with intoxicating desire.
The sun hadn't yet begun its climb above the horizon, casting the room in a soft, pre-dawn glow. Opening my eyes, I found Professor Dianna already on top of me, moving with a steady, rhythmic grace, her moans soft and melodic in the quiet room: "Ah... ah... ah..." The ethereal pleasure from my dream seamlessly merged with the very real, very present sensations of Dianna's body.
She noticed I was awake. Her breasts, full and moving with her rhythm, were a captivating sight. Her pale blue eyes, wide and gleaming with raw desire, locked onto mine, a possessive glint in their depths. "Morning, my Void Prince," she purred, her voice husky with pleasure, a playful, almost predatory smile gracing her lips. "A great way to start a day, isn't this? You're mine, now." She continued her movements, riding me with uninhibited passion. Then, she pulled my head up and kissed me deeply. After a final, shuddering moan, she came, collapsing onto my chest, spent. "Thank you," I whispered, holding her close. "I'm falling for you even harder now." She smiled shyly, a soft blush coloring her cheeks. "Let's take a shower together, my love," she commanded softly, her voice still a little breathless, but with an undeniable undertone of expectation. "I'm not quite done with you yet."
But the reality of the Dolorian Dorm's strict traditions hit me like a cold splash of water. My mind, despite the lingering haze of pleasure, snapped to attention. "I can't!" I said, scrambling to sit up and quickly get dressed. Dolorian tradition. Missing it means a world of pain from the seniors. And Yue's warning about the gate... My thoughts raced, a frantic battle against the still-present desire. "I need to go to the dorm!" I practically sprinted for the door, trying to discreetly pull on my pants and shirt, yelling over my shoulder, "Dolorian tradition! My seniors will kill me if I miss it!"
She let out a low, frustrated growl, her eyes flashing. "Don't you dare leave me, Void Prince!" she snapped, her voice sharp with possessiveness. She launched herself from the bed, a blur of naked grace, and tackled me just as I reached the threshold, pulling me back into the room. Her arms wrapped around my waist, her body pressing against my back, her lips biting playfully at my ear. "You're my plaything, remember?" she whispered, her voice a low, teasing purr that sent shivers down my spine. "I'll decide when you leave." She pulled me closer still, her hand reaching down, expertly finding me, her fingers beginning a slow, deliberate stroke, trying to rekindle the fire. "Stay," she insisted, her voice a low, desperate plea, her hips grinding subtly against my butt, trying to pull me back into the bed, her eyes fixed on mine with a wild, captivating intensity. "Just one more time, Void Prince. I know you want to."
My body, betraying my urgent mind, responded instantly, a fresh wave of arousal making my head spin. But the fear of the shifting gate, of the seniors' wrath, was stronger. With a desperate surge of will, I broke free from her embrace, my clothes still half-on, and bolted for the door.
"I'll visit you again! Just tell me if you want me!" I yelled over my shoulder, already halfway out the door. As I sprinted down the corridor, I heard her voice, a mix of playful anger and possessive amusement, echo from her room: "You better, Void Prince! Or I'll come find you and kidnap you! You're mine!"
I ran through the academy grounds, the pre-dawn light making everything seem unfamiliar, my heart still pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. Kidnap me? I thought, a shiver running down my spine that was half-fear, half-exhilaration. She'd actually do it, wouldn't she? Lock me in here forever, her personal plaything. The image of Professor Dianna, wild and uninhibited, dominating me, flashed through my mind, a potent mix of terrifying and incredibly arousing. And what would Mom say? I pictured her face, stern and disapproving, her crimson eyes narrowed. 'Venator Sigurdsoon! I told you not to bring me a grandchild from Farland! And now you're kidnapped by a professor?!' The thought was so absurd, so utterly me, that a nervous, almost hysterical chuckle escaped my lips even as I ran. Just as Yue had warned, I couldn't find the Dolorian Dorm's entrance. The landscape had shifted, hiding the familiar doorway. Panic began to set in, a cold, creeping dread as I desperately scanned the monolithic black cliff face, searching for any familiar crack or fissure. Every shadow seemed to mock me, every rock indistinguishable from the last. I ran faster, my breath ragged, my eyes darting, convinced I was truly lost, doomed to wander the academy grounds until sunrise, or worse, until Dianna came looking for her "plaything."
But then, like a mirage, I saw him: Thoden Bonnardson, already exercising outside, his stoic form moving through a series of strenuous drills. He was stripped to the waist, his powerful Drakarian muscles rippling under the pale light, sweat gleaming on his dark skin, his straight horns catching the faint glow. He looked up as I approached, his expression unreadable, not a hint of surprise or judgment in his sharp, watchful eyes, despite my disheveled state and frantic breathing. He simply watched me for a moment, then, without a word, turned and began to walk, his movements precise and unhurried, leading me directly to the hidden door. He was my savior. I dashed inside, making a beeline for my room. I burst through the now, presumably, repaired door and headed straight for the shower, the remnants of passion and the frantic run still clinging to me.
No sooner had I finished and stepped out, than a familiar, earth-shattering BOOM echoed through my room, making the very stone walls vibrate. My door, once again, lay in splinters, a pathetic collection of jagged wood and mangled hinges, ripped clean off its frame as if by a playful, oversized beast. Yue Galethorn stood in the doorway, a wide, utterly unrepentant grin splitting his face, his eyes sparkling with mischievous glee. "Breakfast time!" he announced, his voice booming with the cheerful enthusiasm of someone who had just committed a minor act of architectural demolition.**
"Don't break my door every time you call us for breakfast!" I complained, throwing my hands up in exasperation, the absurdity of the situation almost making me laugh despite my lingering panic.
Yue just chuckled, completely unrepentant. "Sorry, must be a habit," he said, before turning to head to the dining hall.
I arrived at the dining hall, still a bit disheveled from my frantic dash through the pre-dawn academy and my run-in with Yue and my persistently broken door. Everyone was already there: Thoden, Yue, Gianna, Yor, Jove, and Henry, all digging into their breakfast.
Just as I settled down with my own plate, Selyra swept in, her presence instantly filling the room. Her eyes, usually so soft and adoring, locked onto mine with an intensity that reminded me of a tiger, or perhaps more accurately, my mother, poised to scold me. She took the chair beside me, as she always did, and without a word, delivered a sharp punch to my arm.
"Where did you go last night, Venator Sigurdsoon?" she demanded, her voice low but firm, a dangerous purr beneath the words that promised trouble. Her pale blue eyes, usually so warm, were narrowed, scrutinizing me with an almost predatory focus. "I came to your room, and you weren't there! Don't think you can just disappear on me, Void Prince."
Yue, ever the observer, looked on, finding the entire exchange highly amusing, a wide, knowing grin plastered across his face. Before I could formulate a response, Gianna, ever helpful (or perhaps just unable to resist the drama), leaned forward, her eyes twinkling with mischievous amusement, a subtle, teasing smirk playing on her lips. "He said he was going to Professor Dianna's room after class," she chirped, her voice just a little too innocent.
Selyra's gaze sharpened on me, her eyes flaring with a sudden, intense possessiveness. Her grip on my arm tightened, her nails digging in just enough to remind me who was in charge. "Oh, did you now?" she purred, the sweetness in her voice now entirely gone, replaced by a chillingly calm menace. "And what, exactly, were you doing in Professor Dianna's room until the sun almost set?"
Jove, bless his oblivious heart, chose that exact moment to chime in, completely oblivious to the rising tension. "Yeah, Ven! What were you doing? Did she teach you some super secret Void Bind moves? Or was it... something else?" He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, a wide, goofy grin on his face, clearly thinking he was being hilarious. Henry, beside him, buried his face in his hands with a groan, while Yor simply watched, a faint, almost imperceptible tremor in her shoulders suggesting she was trying not to laugh.
I decided to stick to a version of the truth, my mind still replaying Professor Dianna's wild eyes and her parting threat. She really would kidnap me, wouldn't she? Lock me in there, her personal plaything, forever. The thought, both terrifying and undeniably arousing, sent a fresh shiver through me even now. "I did go to Professor Dianna's room," I admitted, meeting Selyra's stare, trying to keep my voice steady. "She was teaching me something about the Void Bind, and after that, I just lost track of time. I saw the sun going down already, so I went to the library instead to spend the night, rather than getting lost in a cave and not being able to find the dorm door again."
Selyra eyed me, a slight skepticism in her expression, her pale blue eyes narrowing as if trying to peer into my very soul, clearly not entirely convinced. Her hand, still gripping my arm, slid subtly, possessively, up to my shoulder, her fingers tracing the line of my collarbone. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she leaned in, pressing her full, soft breast firmly against my side, the warmth of her body radiating through my shirt. "Okay," she said, her tone softening considerably, a low, seductive purr in her voice that was meant for my ears alone. "But today is Sunday. No class. So, you are mine all day. And tonight, you're not leaving my room, Void Prince." She then wrapped her arm around mine, pulling me into a possessive hug, her body molding against mine, a clear, undeniable claim.
Yue burst out laughing, his gaze sweeping over us, a wide, knowing grin plastered across his face. "What a cool couple you two are!" he declared, his voice booming with amusement, clearly enjoying our public display of Dolorian affection and argument, completely oblivious to the subtle, possessive undertones.