Chapter 7 Midnight Visit

I sat up in bed as I heard the creaking of my window opening. A silhouette of a man standing in my room, the moonlight shinning behind him from the window. Although his face was hidden by the shadows, I knew who he was. I felt the strange yet familiar heat coursing in my body, just as it had every time we made eye contact today. Every time we came near.

"What are you doing here?" I questioned, curious as to his presence in my room, and as to why it didn't scare me.

"Are you and Alex together?" He asked gruffly, striding leisurely towards my bed. Even still, I did not feel any fear, only excitement. Excitement at his closeness to me, at his deep voice speaking to me. The scent of jasmine and musk filling my room, intoxicating me more than all the liquor in the creators house.

"He's nice, he took care of me when I was drunk on Saturday. Is there any reason I shouldn't be with him?" I asked, pulling my blanket off and dangling my feet off the bed.

Damien stepped even closer, pushing my legs apart and leaning over, forcing me to lay back against my bed with him above me.

"I suppose I can't tell you what to do, but let's see you think about him after what I'm about to do to you."

I gasped as his mouth collided with my own, his tongue tracing the inside, drinking me up like I was the sweetest taste he ever had. A moan escaped between our mouths, startling me as I realized it came from me. I had never done this before, but something about him awoke the deepest and darkest desires inside me. I wanted this, I wanted him, every last piece that he would give me. It made no logical sense, we hadn't even been formally introduced, I barely learned his name when Ally spoke it at the buffet line. If anything, all our interactions to this point have been negative. But I felt the need for his hands on my body, his lips against my own. The need was as strong as my need for air in my lungs.

His hands traced my waist, lifting me up and placing me at the center of my bed. My legs wrapping themselves around him, pressing him closer to my body as another moan spilled from my lips beneath his kisses.

I pouted as he pulled back, a mournful whine replacing my moans at the loss of contact. The whine quickly receding as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing every muscle toned inch of his chest. He wasn't sun kissed like Alex, his skin almost glowing like moonlight. He wasn't ghostly pale, he had some soft hues of pink to his tone, a vast contrast to Evander's dark black skin. This black hair punctuating the fairness of his skin, I couldn't help but admire him, he certainly lived up to the ideal picture of a death god.

My hands slowly moved up his body, tracing every groove of his muscles as he let out a soft groan, almost like a purr. His own hands tracing the hem of my nightshirt, his finger tips stroking my bare skin.

"I'm a virgin." I blurted, my eyes going wide as I look up at him. A blush heated my cheeks as he looked back at me in surprise.

His expression instantly melted, smiling softly, an expression so different from the cold glares he had given me all day. "Don't worry Princess. I'll be gentle." He slowly pulled my shirt up over my head, drinking in the sight of my naked torso. I raised my arms over my breast to cover myself, but with a low growl he pulled them back.

"Don't hide from me, Princess." He dipped his head down, licking at my neck, kissing along my jaw line then nipping at my ear. I moaned as he whispered in my ear. "Are you ready to be worshipped like the goddess you are?"

I didn't get the chance to respond as his lips claimed my own again, his hand cupping my breast and teasing my hardened nipple. Fireworks exploded behind my eyes as his mouth moved from my lips to my other breast, his tongue tracing the peaks and bringing soft cries of pleasure from my swollen lips.

"Damien." I pleaded, arching my back against him.

He smiled against my breast, his fingers teasing at the elastic waistband of my shorts before a single finger hooked under and pulled them off, lifting my legs in the air to free them from the tangle of silk fabric.

"Damn." He moaned, finding me bare, his eyes raking over every inch of me as I laid, panting, on my bed. My hands above my head and my eyes on his face, I watched as he drank me in. "You are so beautiful, Princess. You don't even know it."

He ran his hand up my inner thigh, coming to the apex of my thighs. My breath hitched when his finger traced along my opening, him own breath catching. "You're wet."

My moans grew and I covered my mouth in an attempt to smother the noises coming from me, fearing I would disturb my neighbor. Damien shook his head, using his other hand to pull mine away again, grinning down at me.

"Let it out Princess. Don't worry, no one will hear no matter how loud you scream my name. You can be as loud as you need."

My back arched again, pushing myself more against his hand as his thumb rubbed my clit, craving more of his touch. "Damien." I pleaded again, needing more. This wasn't enough. Not by a long shot. My body was screaming for more, more of things I didn't know of, things I had no experience with but knew I needed them, now.

He smiled at the sound of my pleading, slipping a finger between my golds, letting out a sigh of his own as his finger traced my wetness. "Oh Princess, you're almost ready."

I cried out, my head falling back as he pushed a finger inside, moving slowly before pulling it back out only to replace the single finger with two. Slowly massaging the inside, spreading his fingers to carefully stretch me. I cried out from the unfamiliar sensation, the discomfort quickly replaced with pleasure as Damien's tongue traced my opening, replacing his thumb along my clit. My legs falling wider as my hands tangled into his hair, pulling him closer, throat becoming raw from my cries and moans.

He tasted every line, every fold of me, before plunging inside, drawing a deeper moan of pleasure out as his fingers and tongue worked in tandem. I fought to breath between gasps. He was devouring me, and like a sacrificial virgin, I allowed him with pleasure. My back arching farther, raising my hips as they moved to match the rhythm of his tongue and fingers. I felt hot pressure building as the pleasure began to become too much. My cries growing so loud I was surprised no one outside the room could hear me, certain I had to be heard. Yet no one came knocking, no one banged on a wall to tell me to be quiet. It was as if nothing outside of this room even existed.

I let out a final cry, screaming Damien's name as my head fell back and my legs clamped around his head, riding out the intense pleasure he had brought on. My legs shaking as I slumped back on the bed, releasing Damien from my thigh's grip as I panted, trying to catch my breath. It was the most intense feeling I had ever had, not even my self explorations had ever delivered such a feeling, I couldn't ever finding anything else that could give me such pleasures.

"Now you're ready." He purred, sitting up and up unbuttoning his jeans. I watched him slip out of them, gasping when I saw the hardness of him outlined in the red boxer briefs. I may have been a virgin, but I knew what a big dick was, and he was certainly blessed. My eyes moved up to his face, finding him smirking down at me. A cocky charm in that grin. "You like what you see Princess?"

With a gulp, I nodded up at him. My eyes wide like a doe in the woods staring down a mountain lion. I was his prey tonight, and he wouldn't leave here until I was completely devoured.

With his smirk still in place, Damien removed the last bit of clothing he had on, standing before me, he looked like the ancient greek statues, chiseled to perfection in all the right places. He had said that I would be worshipped here tonight like the goddess I was, but I found my self wanting to worship this god before me.

Leaning down back over me, caging me beneath him, his knee slipped back between my thighs, rubbing my wet core. "Open up for me Princess." He purred in my ear. "Let me continue my worship like the devote follower I am."

I did as he asked, spreading my legs open, allowing him to settle between them. My mouth fell open to a sight as his head poked against me, rubbing along me as if he were toying with me. Like a cat with a mouse, teasing me with the closeness of my undoing. I felt myself getting wetter, his scent mixed with sex invading my senses. I let out a whimper, my hands moving down to grab him on their own accord. Gasping as his width barely fit in my hand. Damien let out a moan as my hand began to move up and down his shaft, feeling every vein. Precum dripping on my fingers as I reached the end of him.

"Where does a virgin learn to do that Princess." He teased against my ear, a groan rumbling in his chest.

I let out a moan, his breath tickling my ear. "Books, romance books." I replied, earning a dark chuckle from him.

"Show me what else these books have taught you, Princess."

At his command I guided him to my opening, lining him up against me, rubbing his head there for a few moments before scooting myself down so that he was pressing right at the threshold of my body.

In that moment, he took over. Rocking his hips forward, slowly edging inside me. "Relax Princess. I'm going to do this as gently as possible for you." He whispered to me as I held my breath. "Remember to breathe."

I did as he said, relaxing my body as best as I could, trusting in him to take care of me. He rose up, towering over me, lifting my hips up with him as he knelt between my legs, holding me there with one hand as his other moved to my clit, drawing pleasure from the bundle of nerves, effectively distracting me as he thrust fully inside me. I gasped at the mixture of pain and pleasure, not knowing which to focus on as my body shook. Slowly he began to move inside me, pausing every so often as my body got use to the unfamiliar appendage inside me.

His speed began to increase with each thrust until I felt no more pain, only pleasure. Reaching out my arms for him, he leaned down, allowing me to wrap my arms around his neck as he kissed me, our breath mixing together with shared pants and moans. I never knew sex could be this good and wondered if it was this good for everyone or if it was because it was Damien. As if he had some kind of magical effect on my body that no other man could replicate in me.

His thrusts kept perfect rhythm, my hips rocking in sync with him as we chased the pleasure we both drew from one another. I felt the pressure building again, crying out his name louder than I had before. My finger nails cutting into his back, drawing blood as I dug them deeper. He didn't pull me off him, instead quickening his pace the deeper I dug in. I felt him grow harder inside me, my own pressure coming to a head.

Our cries filled the room as the pressure burst. The pulsing throb of him as he came inside me. We both clung to each other, sweaty and breathless.

My eyes felt heavy as he rolled, pulling me onto his chest before covering us with the blanket. "Sleep Princess. You have a long day ahead of you." He said, rubbing my back as I drifted to sleep against his chest.

My phones alarm blared from my bedside table making me groan as I kept my eyes closed shut.

"Turn it off." I whined, patting around my bed for Damien, but all my hand found was more bed. I sat up and looked around the room in search of him, but I was utterly alone. I couldn't find so much as a trace of him ever coming to my room as I flipped the blanket around.

Did he really sneak out after taking my virginity? I wondered, looking down at my body, finding myself fully clothed. I could have sworn I fell asleep naked on Damien's chest. The memory drawing heat to my cheeks.

I rolled out of bed, expecting to feel sore. All the girls at the group home who lost their virginity had complained of being sore after, but I felt normal. Like nothing had happened to me at all.

Turning off my alarm I moved to the window that Damien and snuck in from, only to find it was locked. I opened it and looking down along the wall of below my window, I could find no way that he could have climbed up to get in or any signs that he could have gotten down safely.

Heat rushed to my face as a thought settled in my mind. Did I dream all of that?! I felt myself panic internally. What kind of person dreams something like that up about a stranger?

More memories of the event came forward. The lack of reaction to the noises I was making being one of the forefront thoughts. It was a dream. I had never had such a vivid dream like that before. The pain, I had felt the pain and the pleasure as if they were real. Didn't they say you couldn't feel pain in dreams?

And yet all the evidence pointed to it all being a dream.

With a mournful groan, I looked out my window before going into the bathroom to clean up and get ready for class. What did it mean to have a sex dream about a guy who hasn't given you a single reason to lust after him? He has only ever been a complete dick to me, from his cold glares to -according to Ally- purposely putting himself in front of me and blaming me for running into him.

I put on my letter H necklace and onyx ring after getting dressed. I hadn't worn them since Saturday, but wearing them gave me some comfort, a reminder that I wasn't alone in the world anymore. After the disappointment of finding my connection with Damien being a dream, I needed that comfort. I was just as grabbing my bag and phone when a notification in my student email came in.

'Report to Professor Malachi's office.'

The message was short. No reason or explanation, just the given order.

I frowned, but looked forward to seeing Malachi. I hadn't seen him since Thursday in his class and it felt odd, given how close we became on the way to the school. Making my way down the path with the other students heading for the cafeteria, I made my way to the faculty offices.

Chloe had briefly explained to me where they were, stating they were on the third floors and warning me not to go to the fourth floor where the Faculty lived.

"Students are not permitted up there. You know, don't want any students getting too friendly with the professors." She chuckled.

Coming to the door with Malachi's name plate, I knocked, then proceeded to enter the sound of Malachi telling me to come in. I found myself looking at not only Malachi, but Headmistress Nyctea.

"Hello my dear." Nyctea greeted with a smile. "How have you been settling in? I've gotten some reports from a few of your professors. Some were concerned with your control over how much power you release." She paused, "like with the undead creatures. I also hear your tree from Thursday is now around ten feet tall and showing signs of fruiting."

Malachi leaned back in his chair, looking between myself and Nyctea before speaking to me. "Headmistress Nyctea feels it would be good for you to have a tutor to help control how much you use. For your safety."

I sighed. Here we go again. "I really am not using that much power. I've followed directions and I only take a small part of what's inside me out. I don't know how I could take out any less than I already do."

"Thats why a tutor will help." Nyctea announced, disregarding what I had said. "Professor Malachi, as your advisor, has been assigned to work with you every Wednesday after classes."

I didn't know how to take this news. On one hand I was irritated no one was listening to me, assuming I was just out of control and about to harm myself. On the other, I had missed spending time with Malachi. Our trip from Kansas to the school felt like ages ago, despite it having only been a little over a week ago.

"Also, given the reports we have been getting from the professors, we won't be doing another ceremony. Here." She held out a leaf pin to me, the sign of Fertility House engraved on it. "You show a lot of promise Miss Blake. Just work on that control so you don't kill yourself." Her smile didn't quite reach her eyes, her tone making me feel like she couldn't care a bit if I hurt myself or not. It was the same tone people use when they are just doing their job.

I watched Headmistress Nyctea walk past me, leaving Malachi's office door open behind her as she went. I glared at the open door, then looked back down to my palm my gaze softening as I held my pin.

"So, I have my last Wednesday class at four. Why don't we meet here at five for your tutoring." Professor Malachi said, breaking the silence Nyctea had left behind.

I clipped my pin to my collar and nodded. "Alright..."

"You don't sound excited. And here I thought we had fun traveling together." He teased, making me smile.

"No, we did. Well I did. I just don't know if it's necessary. I don't feel tired or weakened after using my power. I wasn't lying, I don't think I can use any smaller amount than what I have been."

"Well, regardless of if you need it-"

"I don't." I interrupted, crossing my arms.

Malachi chuckled, "Well, regardless, extra tutoring isn't a bad thing."

Shrugging I glanced around his office. Taking in the shelves of colorful books, some older some newer. A few looked like they would turn to dust if held the wrong way. I wondered if he would let me read any of them as I took in some of the titles. All history of deities around the world. "I guess not. So, tomorrow at five then?"

He nodded, gathering up some papers as he stood from his desk. "Yes. Don't be late."

I nodded back and turned to the door to leave.

"Oh and Hadie, I was really impressed to hear from Professor Moore that your creatures look better than her pets, Max and Brutus. They were fresh cadavers when she raised them up, for yours to look better than them coming from bones." He shook his head. "Very impressive."

"Thanks." I replied with a genuine smile. I was proud of my creatures, protective of them even. To hear Malachi call them impressive had at least lightened my spirits. "See you later Professor."

I decided to skip breakfast. It was already late in the morning and I would have had to practically inhale my food to be on time to class. Instead, I reached out a window, grabbing an apple from a tree and ate it on the way to my first class of the day.

I got to the classroom about five minutes till class and sat on the floor beside the locked door, finishing my apple and storing the core and seeds in a napkin I had in my backpack to save. There was a compost bin in the garden and I figured Professor Zohra would appreciate the seeds.

"There you are." A familiar voice called out, tapping of shoes on the floor coming closer. I looked up to find Tamera frowning down at me. "Why didn't you come to breakfast? I said I'd walk to class with you."

"Sorry, I was summoned to Professor Malachi's office to talk to him and Nyctea about having me placed in tutoring. Oh but look what I have now." I showed off the leaf pin, smiling as Tamera leaned down to take a closer look.

"Hell yeah! So no second ceremony then? You are officially with us!" She exclaimed with excitement.

"Yup, but now I have tutoring with Malachi on Wednesdays at five."

"Oh, say it isn't so." Tamera giggled as I rolled my eyes.

Aine appeared behind Tamera, wrapping her arms around her waist. "Say what isn't so?" She asked, resting her chin on Tamera's shoulder while looking between the two of us.

"Hadie has to be tutored on Wednesday's after class." She answered, resting her hands on Aine's and turning her head to steal a kiss.

"That does suck."

"With Malachi." Tamera added with a chuckle.

"Oh! Say it isn't so Hadie!" Aine exclaimed dramatically, laughing as I flipped her the bird.

Chuckling with them and shaking my head I leaned my head back against the wall. "Alright, alright. I get it. Professor Malachi is so handsome even the lesbians find him attractive."

Aine laughed, "Its not attraction, just we can appreciate good looks. It's no wonder he is a Love God. Be it love or beauty we always look good."

"He's a love god?" I asked, my attention piqued.

"You didn't know? Yeah, I mean he is a God of Wisdom, but he's also a Love God. Since we don't have a specific house for Wisdom Gods here, he was a member of our house." Aine explained as Tamera nodded. "Actually, I'm pretty sure he was a prefect."

"Enough gossiping Ladies." A new voice chimed, startling me. I looked up, finding the classroom door open and a beautiful woman standing there beaming at us. She gave me a blinding smile before pulling me up and into a hug. "Welcome Hadria, I'm Lana. I saw your photos from the shoot. They came out so beautiful. I wish I could have been there to help you with your first shoot, but it seems you had been in good hands."

Lana pulled me into the classroom with Tamera and Aine right behind us. There were no desks in this room, just pillows, bean bags and a few couches with reclining and massage features. All together the room did not look like any classroom I've ever been in. There was a projector hanging off the ceiling and facing a large screen against the front wall. The projector currently projecting a screensaver of whatever device was tethered to it.

"Make yourself comfortable as the others arrive. Does anyone want something to drink? I have some mimosas in the back room. Made them with freshly squeezed juice"

I gaped at the woman who I assumed was our professor. "Um, is there any water?" I asked.

"Of course!" She rushed to the back room then reemerged with a fancy glass bottle of water holding it out to me with a smile. Smiling back, I accepted it glancing at Aine and Tamera who were stifling giggles behind Lana.

The room began to fill quickly, some students accepting the offer of mimosas as they settled in the beanbags or reclining in the couches or chairs. I looked at Tamera and Aine, raising my eyebrow.

"You didn't think to prepare me for the atmosphere of this class?" I asked, sipping my water and marveling at just how much it tasted like normal water, despite the obvious overly hyped brand name. People actually paid outrageous prices for this.

"Oh no, we thought about it but decided it would be much more fun to see you experience it without warning." Tamera giggled, leaning back in her bean bag and slipping her feet into Aine's lap who was trying her hardest not to laugh herself.

Professor Lana stood at the front of the class, pointing a remote to the projector. Music began playing loudly, grabbing everyone's attention, their eyes moving to Lana.

Once all eyes were on her, she clicked the remote again, the music ending and smiled at us all.

"Ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to class. Now ladies, you made me proud on Friday with that big photoshoot. I know it changed up a bit at last minute with Hadria's arrival. It was a mutual decision between myself and the magazine editor to make it her coming out shoot. How could I not, so much mystery around our new goddess."

I attempted to slump into the bean bag that I sat in. Happy for my choice as I effectively buried myself in the fluff.

Professor Lana continued on, praising our work and professionalism. However I stopped listening when I caught the sound of Anne's voice close behind me.

"Vandy came over last night again. I think he is going to make it official with me. He's never visited a girl as much as he has me." She cooed to her friend.

I ground my teeth as I did my best not to react. I had no right to get mad. I kept reminding myself of that fact, but yet, the thought of her and Evander together just pissed me off. Then I felt guilty as I remembered Alex. Soon I fell into a whirlpool of thoughts as Damien and Malachi also came to mind.

For someone who had never so much as had a crush on a boy before, I was finding myself obsessed with several now, including my off-limits professor.

"Now, let's see those beautiful shots. Starting with Hadria's sunset shot!" Professor Lana cheered, pulling me out of my own head at the sound of my name.

She clicked a button on her remote and a large photo of myself appeared on the screen. I gasped when I saw myself. I looked amazing. My hair was blowing back, the sun was shining just right behind me, making me look like I was glowing. I was holding my sword pointed down, one hand on the grip while my other rested on the pommel. I stared directly at the camera as it was positioned lower, making me look taller than I am and as if I was looking down at those looking at the picture.

"I have a feeling this one will be a favorite. It was chosen for the centerfold. You look so regal and powerful." Lana praised before hitting the remote to the next photo. This one was Tamera and Lana together, they each rested their hands on each other hips and looked romantically into each others eyes.

It was sexy and heartwarming all at the same time. I smiled at the couple, nudging Aine's foot with my own, giving them an adoring look. Following their couple shot was their single shots as well. Both equally beautiful and powerful. Aine looking like she sat on a throne of clouds with cupid wings on her back, and Tamera growing a red rose in the palm of her hand.

Lana clicked on, showing each photo from the six other goddesses who attended the photoshoot that day. When she came to Anne's even I had to admit that she looked good. At least in my head I did. I made no show of it on the outside and would never admit it to anyone.

"Now, we have Hadria's night picture." Lana narrated as she clicked the remote, revealing me again, this time the night sky stood behind me as I sat on the edge of the balcony. No weapons in this shot. I stared off to the side, looking out over the city below. Flower crown on my head to represent my fertility connections, my dress was a dark red toga styled gown, held around my neck by a silver necklace. I looked like an ancient greek queen.

"Simply beautiful. They almost chose this for the cover, but I insisted on the group photo." Lana explained, with another click of the remote, revealing the group photo where everyone crowded in around me, as if welcoming me to their fold. Although only Tamera and Aine looked genuine as they wrapped their arms around me in a tight hug.

The projector clicked off and Professor Lana stepped in front of the class. "Is everyone happy with their chosen shots?" She asked followed by sounds of approval from everyone in the class. "Good, then I will end the editor the okay to print."

I watched as she pulled out her phone, sending the message before replacing it in her pocket and smiling at us all.

"Now, I want to talk fundraisers! The mayor reached out, they are looking to raise money for a new Civic Center, says it will host events for families and bring in new jobs. Is anyone interested in putting their face to the project?"

Some soft volunteers sounded around the room and I turned my attention to Aine and Tamera. We huddled together, complimenting each other's photos when I once again heard my name called.

"Yes?" I replied.

"You will be attending a fundraiser for a group home in the city. I made sure it was set up for after the Weaponry Competition next weekend, so be ready the weekend after that to rub elbows with some rich humans and encourage them to open their bank accounts to your cause." She stated with a smile.

Taken aback I could only nod in response, which led her to move on to another fundraiser that needed some volunteers to attend. I looked back at Tamera and Aine who were complete un-phased by the announcement of my fundraiser.

"If you want we can join you. It's your first fundraiser so I'm sure Lana wouldn't object." Tamera said without looking at me, twirling a stand of Aine's hair between her fingers.

"Yeah, that would be great." I replied. I looked around the room, finding some of the gods and goddess with their eyes closed napping. "Is it normal for everyone to be so relaxed in this class?"

Aine looked around and nodded, "yeah, this class is primarily focused on the fundraisers, modeling gigs, enhancing our social media presence. Etcetera, etcetera. Why? You want to take a nap?"

I shrugged. "Wouldn't hurt. I had a crazy dream last night and woke up absolutely exhausted."

"What kind of dream?" Tamera asked as she began to brain the strand of Aine hair she still held.

I blushed, leaning forward and whispering. "A sex dream. I never had one before." I admitted, hiding my face in my hands as the blushing set in.

"With who?" Tamera asked, taking her attention from Aine's hair and leaning closer to me.

Aine leaned in as well and I began to tell them both about my dream with Damien. Tamera made a face and Aine giggled at the details I shared.

"I half expected you to say Alex." Tamera admitted, leaning back into her bean bag.

I sighed, "Is it bad that it wasn't? I'm supposed to go on a date with him on Friday. Maybe I should cancel."

Tamera shook her head. "No, you can't control who you dream about and really, it doesn't mean anything other than you probably just need to get laid. Maybe being among your own kind is awakening those needs that come from our powers and gifts. You have both fertility and love gifts, its not surprising that you are horny."

I laughed at her bluntness and leaned back into my own bean bag. "Yeah, you're probably right." I pulled out my phone, checking the time. There was a good hour left of class and at this point even Lana was sinking into a reclining chair and scrolling thru her phone. "I'm going to take a nap."

"Okay, if you start moaning should we wake you or let you enjoy your fun?" Tamera asked, making Lana snort as she was caught off guard with the joke.

I smirked at my friend before laying back and closing my eyes.