honest.”
“I’m not my father.” All flirtation was gone from his voice.
“No, but you’re part of him. Just as I’m part of my parents, my coven.”
“I was serious when I said I liked you.”
“I was serious when I said you were being mean.”
“Still don’t like me, then?” he teased. “You like my cock. Just wait until I show you what I can do with this tongue.”
Goddess, but he was mercurial. Talking about his father left him cold, almost as if she’d hurt him, and now he was back to talking about fucking and it was all teasing and fun.
“I guess I like you,” she capitulated. “See, I’m absolutely no challenge at all. I’m surprised you’re not bored yet.”
“Me, too.”
She raised her hand to slap the back of his head again and he grabbed her wrist and pushed her back down onto the clover. “Playing with fire, little witch.”
His cock was hard again and her slit clenched in response.
“Oh yeah? Well, light me up, Morningstar. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
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Chapter Eight
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“Merlin’s jock strap, Caraway! You look like you just escaped a goblin prison camp,” Coriander exclaimed loudly when Cara stumbled into their dorm room and collapsed on her bed.
She opened one eye and gave her cousin a half-grin. “Not for good behaviour, but very, very bad.”
“Captain Cock?” Coriander tittered.
“But not his crew of knoblings.” Cara giggled and sat up.
Coriander pounced on the bed, the old mattress practically launching Caraway into the air. “Tell!”
Caraway scooted around, as if settling in for a long telling.
“Okay, where should I start? The part where I made out with Lila or...?” She trailed off for effect.
“You. Did. Not.” Cori’s mouth fell open.
“I did. Alexander was shagging her right there in the Hexacology classroom on one of the lab tables and—”
“Oy, hold on. Alexander ? Not ‘Morningstar’, not ‘Captain Cock’, but Ale-sodding-xander?”
“Well, I know what his ‘O’ face looks like, so I think it’s appropriate.” Caraway snickered.
“You know what Bendopolous’ ‘O’ face looks like, too, but I don’t hear you calling him Brody.”
“Because it’s an ugly name. I don’t like it. Brody.” She wrinkled her nose. “When I was little and going to the mortal school back home, I had a boy in my class who called his waste ‘Toady’. So, Brody, Toady...” She shuddered.
Coriander cackled, a true wicked witch sound. “Oh, that’s too much. Have you told him that?”
“No, but I think I should.”
“Definitely.” She cackled some more. “Plus, Alexander is the name of a king and conqueror. More noble than dropping the kids in the pond or, as other parties like to say, planting stink pickles.”
Caraway joined in with a cackle of her own. She struggled for breath and her eyes teared up and she continued to laugh.
“Hey, knock it right off now. I want to hear what else happened. How did you go from watching Morningstar shaggin’ and baggin’ to taking part? Please tell me it wasn’t like a bad porno where he’s all...”
“No, no.” Caraway shook her head. “I didn’t see you yesterday, did I? Fuck it all. No, this was last night. Lila actually invited me to join them and it was totally bad porno dialogue, but it was hot, too.”
“So Alexander looks as good without his clothes as with?”
“Better. I’m getting there.” She waved her hands at her cousin to be patient. “Anyway, he gave me another demerit so I’d have to go back tonight. Wait, no, sorry. See, you interrupted me, now I forgot where I was.”
“Addled your brain, did he?” Coriander sighed.
“Definitely that, yes.” Cara nodded. “Remember what you said about Brody being into blokes? Yeah. Spot on. He came to the Hexacology room and propositioned Morningstar. Of course, my fat mouth ran away with me and in a fit of something—who knows what the fuck that was—I told her she might
“I’m not my father.” All flirtation was gone from his voice.
“No, but you’re part of him. Just as I’m part of my parents, my coven.”
“I was serious when I said I liked you.”
“I was serious when I said you were being mean.”
“Still don’t like me, then?” he teased. “You like my cock. Just wait until I show you what I can do with this tongue.”
Goddess, but he was mercurial. Talking about his father left him cold, almost as if she’d hurt him, and now he was back to talking about fucking and it was all teasing and fun.
“I guess I like you,” she capitulated. “See, I’m absolutely no challenge at all. I’m surprised you’re not bored yet.”
“Me, too.”
She raised her hand to slap the back of his head again and he grabbed her wrist and pushed her back down onto the clover. “Playing with fire, little witch.”
His cock was hard again and her slit clenched in response.
“Oh yeah? Well, light me up, Morningstar. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
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Chapter Eight
* * * *
“Merlin’s jock strap, Caraway! You look like you just escaped a goblin prison camp,” Coriander exclaimed loudly when Cara stumbled into their dorm room and collapsed on her bed.
She opened one eye and gave her cousin a half-grin. “Not for good behaviour, but very, very bad.”
“Captain Cock?” Coriander tittered.
“But not his crew of knoblings.” Cara giggled and sat up.
Coriander pounced on the bed, the old mattress practically launching Caraway into the air. “Tell!”
Caraway scooted around, as if settling in for a long telling.
“Okay, where should I start? The part where I made out with Lila or...?” She trailed off for effect.
“You. Did. Not.” Cori’s mouth fell open.
“I did. Alexander was shagging her right there in the Hexacology classroom on one of the lab tables and—”
“Oy, hold on. Alexander ? Not ‘Morningstar’, not ‘Captain Cock’, but Ale-sodding-xander?”
“Well, I know what his ‘O’ face looks like, so I think it’s appropriate.” Caraway snickered.
“You know what Bendopolous’ ‘O’ face looks like, too, but I don’t hear you calling him Brody.”
“Because it’s an ugly name. I don’t like it. Brody.” She wrinkled her nose. “When I was little and going to the mortal school back home, I had a boy in my class who called his waste ‘Toady’. So, Brody, Toady...” She shuddered.
Coriander cackled, a true wicked witch sound. “Oh, that’s too much. Have you told him that?”
“No, but I think I should.”
“Definitely.” She cackled some more. “Plus, Alexander is the name of a king and conqueror. More noble than dropping the kids in the pond or, as other parties like to say, planting stink pickles.”
Caraway joined in with a cackle of her own. She struggled for breath and her eyes teared up and she continued to laugh.
“Hey, knock it right off now. I want to hear what else happened. How did you go from watching Morningstar shaggin’ and baggin’ to taking part? Please tell me it wasn’t like a bad porno where he’s all...”
“No, no.” Caraway shook her head. “I didn’t see you yesterday, did I? Fuck it all. No, this was last night. Lila actually invited me to join them and it was totally bad porno dialogue, but it was hot, too.”
“So Alexander looks as good without his clothes as with?”
“Better. I’m getting there.” She waved her hands at her cousin to be patient. “Anyway, he gave me another demerit so I’d have to go back tonight. Wait, no, sorry. See, you interrupted me, now I forgot where I was.”
“Addled your brain, did he?” Coriander sighed.
“Definitely that, yes.” Cara nodded. “Remember what you said about Brody being into blokes? Yeah. Spot on. He came to the Hexacology room and propositioned Morningstar. Of course, my fat mouth ran away with me and in a fit of something—who knows what the fuck that was—I told her she might
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