The Devil's Student Mate

FOUR |▪︎ BELIAL ▪︎|

FOUR |▪︎ BELIAL ▪︎|

▪︎ |°|°|♧|°|•|▪︎|°|♧| ▪

We are not alone. We have never been alone.

I should have never acknowledged my unrelenting spiritual intruder, now I feel those pair of eyes on me, harrowing into my back. I usually feel the presence in my bedroom or connected bathroom, within any space that is personal, so I hurriedly put on the dress and went to the kitchen. There, I assembled a plain, quick and easy sandwich; a cheese sandwich.

While I ate, I decided to text Quil just to pass time until Dom gets here. As expected, I already had an unread message from her, that girl is always on her phone, if she could live on it, she would.

Besfran❤: I am sure you must be on cloud eleven blowing away my two hundred bucks. At least buy me some chocolate, please Mabe… remind me never to bet on anything with you, you don't play fair, you must have a fairy godmother or something, how come you always win? And the guy was so much bigger than Dom, and more experienced and so many other things, I really, really thought he was going to win.

Dom won? The text was delivered, she was not even online when I typed it, but within a second, she replied.

Besfran ❤: Are you seriously asking me that? Rub it in won't you!

So Dom won, and he did not tell me… okay… maybe he might be mad at me and my stomach churns at that thought. I missed his match because I was busy dreaming about Lucius Steed, about a married man, about my teacher, that is inexcusable and now I will have to conjure up a story and lie to him so any anger he conveys to me can be remitted.

Dom and I have been together for almost ten months and I might not be head over heels in love with him yet, I might not believe that he is my soulmate and that we were destined to be and bound by the universe, but I care for him deeply and he is an essential part of my life. I mean he found me at my lowest point and elevated me to where I am today, he was my source of happiness when I felt forlorn and beshrewed. I know the feeling of dejection, I know dolor, I have experienced the highest intensity of melancholy, of despondency, of desolation, of desperation in my young life. My life hasn't always been this smooth sailing, I have been through hell these past ten years. When I was eight I lost my best friend, my only grandmother, I was young but her death took a toll on me, a part of me died with her. Then shortly after her funeral, I lost my home. My father had a very successful business in a very lucrative industry, which he kept afloat for six years before he was declared bankrupt and the company was liquidated. Those six years were the best years of my life, I had everything, every delicacy you think of, but what I loved the most, was not having to worry about anything, was the feeling of plenary, absolute security. My mom was the most secure, stress free housewife there was, the monthly cash injection from the company was so bulky, that she could afford luxuries most only dream about without having to be a member of the workforce. I was still haunted by an uncanny existence, by the unknown, I still had bloodcurdling nightmares, but I was the most blithely felicitous, carefree child, before life happened and all of that was snatched away from me. My father had a very exquisite taste and he purchased our previous house for three and a half million as soon as the business picked up and began to flourish, he was so confident that business will continue to boom for the next foreseeable future, that he requested a loan without any second thoughts. My dad is a very impatient man, and his lack of patience and tolerance made him incur the greatest losses. When the company crashed, the bank repossessed the house and we had to move to an average downtown apartment, which was a major downgrade from the mansion. While grieving the loss of his reputation, of his beloved, hard earned properties, dad became an entirely new person, he was easily incensed and very apprehended all of the time and I might have been in primary school, but I was very aware that my parents' marriage was on the rocks and hanging by a thin thread. Adapting was hard, I was not used to living on a tight budget, not used to compromising and prioritizing and thankfully the compressive pressure to get by without feeling like the world is out to get me, without feeling like the most unfortunate person to ever walk the Earth, did not weigh me down for long. I was a spoiled brat and very much preferred it that way. When I was about nine, close to ten years old, the whole situation turned around, my family was catapulted back to its original glory. Dad bagged a major investor and started another company and profits instantly soared and still are shooting up even today. My parents became millionaires in a matter of months. Dad acquired an even more lavish home in the exurbs of Millenia and mom now owns multiple boutiques and spas around the country aside from being a director at dad's company.

My life was sorted, financially that is, but not all my needs were catered for. Even up to this day, I am still known as the "Black widow" and sometimes when I gaze at Dom, I still can't believe that he has stuck around for so long. I started dating when I was fourteen and my first boyfriend was my best friend from since grade one. Redal was an amazing boyfriend, us starting out as friends helped our relationship to thrive because we knew each other so well. But after just two months after transitioning from besties to boyfriend and girlfriend, Red went to sleep and never woke up. No one understood or knew what could have caused his death, even the autopsies showed no indicators. I can still see his supine body lying in that casket even today. He was so pale, like there was not a blob of blood in his body, like the life had been sucked from his body. His unfathomable, mysterious death was the talk of the town for weeks, but that one occurrence was not enough to give people adequate reason to dub me as the Black widow, that hideous spider which devours her mate during or after s*x. I met my second boyfriend seven months later, but he also had an expiry date. I lost him to an inexplicable death as well, a more grisly, traumatizing one than Red's. Orlean's bloodied, lifeless body was found in the middle of the road across his home. Blood was leaking from his mouth, from his pores, but just like Red, he was completely unscathed, people thought that he was hit by a car or was stabbed, but he did not have a single wound on his body. It was almost like he dropped dead and started bleeding. No amount of words can emphasize just how devastated I was, but still, nine months later, I managed to pull myself up and be open to the idea of dating again.

Guess what; Bass also died shortly after we officially became a couple. In a similar manner as red. His sister found him on his bedroom floor, lurid, unnaturally pale. His mouth was wide open, frozen in place and his eyes were bulging out, like he faced something terribly frightening in his last seconds of life. There was no identifiable cause of death and people started to point fingers at me. When I was sixteen I met Vinical, when I was sixteen, I lost Vin and promised myself never to date again. I was reeking of bad talk and I began to believe that people were right; that I was cursed, that some malediction, that something attached to me was killing my love interests. Boys at Southgate Peak high did not even want to be within six feet of me, I even thought of changing schools at some point. I took more than a year content with being without a "significant other", but very displeased by what the folks of Millennia town thought about me, what they were convinced I was. Dom found me when I was not even searching and believe me, I tried to my best ability to avoid him and discourage him from venturing deeper. I told him that if we go down the relationship route, that he was going to die and his mom will bury her only son and never find closure, but that did not deter him from pursuing me. Dom staunchly believes in science, he is not superstitious at all and would rather believe that an explosion threw up planets, than to believe that spirits and supernatural creatures exist, so I could not convince him that he was going to die if we start dating. He was pertinacious and somehow he convinced me to give him a chance and even bet with his life that he was not going to die.

And here we are, ten months later. He is still breathing and well. Maybe the curse has been broken. I am just glad that I do not have to worry about him dying the next day. That s**t really messed me up. The curse might have been lifted, but I still have this negative entity in my life and the worse thing is nobody believes me, not even my parents. When I was six or seven I told my mom that that something was looking at me, sometimes whispering in my ear while I sleep, she was cracked up, she waved it off and chuckled as she told me that I should stop watching horror movies, that they are planting delusions in my head. The most terrifying thing is that I do not know what she wants, I know that it is a woman, but I do not know what her intentions are with me and why she has been present, has been watching me for twelve whole years.

The doorbell rang and ruptured my train of thoughts. I clicked on the security app on my phone and checked the footage from the surveillance cameras outside and I was very excited to see Dom. I briskly raced to the door, inserted the code and opened the door with a strong lug. Dom was looking very cute, he is a very good looking guy; tall, towering to six feet, two inches tall, a bit muscular, not hulking and jacked, but very defined and toned, like a lean muscular build, then there are his crisp, blazing emerald green eyes which are always fierce with passion whenever he looks at me, especially lustfully, his luscious pink lips, and his rich toffee brown hair which just beckons for my fingers. Even in casual attire, he still had the most flattering garb and no one can rock a tee and skinny jeans quite like him. I just love how his snug, dark skinnies hug his thighs, It must be a fetish of mine.

"And she still breathes." Dom scoffed sardonically before leaning in and pecking me on the lips.

"You know this is not funny, it is not." I chided with spurious pain garnishing my voice.

"Baby," he held both my hands and gave me a serious look, which was against his usual countenance, "I would hate to break it to you, but there are no such things as ghosts or spirits or negative energies. All of those shows you watch are staged, they tell the people what to say so they can sell."

"You say that because you have not experienced paranormal activity, because weird things that can't be explained have not happened to you."

"They only happen to those who believe in them and I don't." He shot back smugly and I rolled my eyes and pulled away my hands.

Okay let's change the topic before he gives me a whole lecture , he could argue with me on this one for the whole night and I am not up for it. I gave him a chary glaze while I structured an apology in my mind.

"Look Dom… I am really sorry I missed your match, I was given detention and I slept through most of it and even overslept but I told Quil to tell you that I was going to be late, I did not actually think that I would leave school at half past six and then I had two flat tyres, on top of that it started to rain like crazy and I could not even call a taxi because my phone had died, this day has been freaky crazy and I know that you are mad at me, but please understand that was beyond my control babe." I sputtered, not giving him any room to interject and by the end of the word vomit, he was just looking at me like I had said something preposterous, something beyond the borders of crazy. I did sound crazy alright.

He corrugated his brows, seeming a bit weirded out. "What are you talking about, Mabe? Are you sure you are okay, baby?"

"What?" That's his response to my apology!

"Yes you were a bit late, but Quil told me that she found you in the parking lot and you left in your car. Why are looking at me like that? What? You don't remember? I even have a video," he took out his phone and scrolled through his gallery and clicked on a video, "see, you were the best cheerleader ever, baby, made me feel really special."

I was utterly gobsmacked as I watched the clip. Now I believe I have seen it all! If someone could please explain to me how I am staring at myself, in my periwinkle school shirt and light blue denim shorts, in Dom's arms, cheering eccentrically and attacking his face with kisses.

"That's my man! Baby I am so happy for you, look at my champ! You owe me two hundred bucks Quil."

"Aggrrhhh… seriously! You do not even need it, you are filthy rich, that's like two cents to-" Quil grumbled with a sour pout and the video ended right after I interjected boastfully.

"No no… pay up and that's my parents money, not mine. Next time you won't underestimate my man!"

I did not just see that.

I returned the phone to its owner before placing a frenzied order. "Slap me! Right here." I turned my cheek to him and he surprised me by cupping my face, drawing it closer and he took a whiff of my breath, because he probably assumed that I have been drinking or smoking something which has distorted my mind.

"What's going on? Are you sure that you're okay?" Great now he is worried and if I tell him that I am not the person in that video because I never made it to the wrestling club, he is going to conclude on the dot that I am insane and in need of help.

"I don't know…" I mumbled quietly and swooshed past him and rummaged through the cabinets for my secret stash of sage. After all that has happened today, I need to burn some tonight. While I was too distracted with overexterting my mind trying to remember where I hid the bundle, Dom strapped his arms around my waist and nestled his head in my neck before planting a moist kiss on my skin.

"What do you think you are doing, sir?" I whispered with a leery undertone to my voice as his hands tugged the helm of my dress and he pulled it up to my waist. "Dom…" I breathed, exhibiting spurious reluctance but not resisting when the dress rode up my arms and subsequently fell to the floor. While I focused on that solid mass which had paid my unsuspecting back a visit, Dom's nimble fingers hooked the thin waistband of my scanty thong before two slipped inside and caressed the tiny curls on my mound.

"You promised me some "victory p***y"." He pulled my earlobe between his teeth and nibbled lightly, his voice strained by lust. I could already imagine the prurient thoughts running a marathon in his mind.

"I did?" I purred, undoubtedly seduced, but also evidently bemused. I hope that imposter or duplicate or whatever you call it did not make him believe that I am ready to have s*x, which I am not. I am not prepared to swipe my v-card just yet, I am still waiting for the right time.

"Nice move." He raspily muttered into my ear, c*****g his hips and shoving his generous erection into me so I can get a good feel of the bulging evidence of his arousal. "I have been thinking about f*****g you with my tongue the whole day." A soft, crooned moan flew out of my partially open lips when his finger ran down my slit, grazing my clit in the process.

A very treacherous thought abruptly sprang up in my mind.

Imagine if sir Steed told me such words… I would have melted like ice cream in the scorching summer heat.

I swerved my mind from the vile thoughts, I can't keep daydreaming about infidelity. I bit my bottom lip and tried to control my breathing as his fingers parted my puffy lips before he started sensually fondling me, massaging my bud gently, stimulating my womanhood without haste. I was inflamed, a sizzling, tingling sensation engulfed my core, inciting my walls to relax and my juices to accumulate in anticipation of what's to come.

"You really have?" Another shaky, unscrupulous, indecently lecherous moan escaped my lips and spurred him on. There was nothing chaste or demure about the thoughts flooding my mind. f**k, I could not wait for him to eat me out, I have been a horny mess the entire day.

"And then you opened that door wearing that sexy little dress, f**k Mabe, all of those dirty, slutty words you whispered into my air drove me nuts, I could have taken you right there in front of those f*****g people. You really surprised me today, baby." The indisputable prove was in his voice, I don't think he has ever wanted me this much.

I did not even get to comment before he swiftly swooped me off the ground, into his arms and laid me on my back on top of the island. I swung my arm and consequently knocked off the small fruit rack, as he held my hips and drew my crotch closer to his awaiting mouth. I yelped when he abruptly, roughly spread my thighs wide open before he dived in. His hot tongue left a scorching trail as it slid up my inner thigh teasingly slow in a meandering manner. I Instinctively parted my thighs and my pulsing p***y contracted as his lubricious tongue neared. He nuzzled his nose in my sleek heath, inhaling the scent of my femininity. I must smell mouthwatering, he groaned in delight, like an obstrusively voracious predator. He continued to tease me, delayed the main event, until I could not brook his tantalizing, intentionally misdirected licks anymore and I fisted his hair and shoved his face into my wetness.

"Damn baby!" He muttered against my lips, emitting a titillating puff of warm air which elicited a soft moan from me.

"Just shut up and lick!" I lolled my head back and fastened my legs around his neck, closing my eyes and allowing the tidal waves of pleasure to crash into me and numb my mind with bliss. Dom did not disappoint, his tongue serviced me with zeal, he alternated between licking, biting and sucking and I was rapt by pleasure, transported to the galaxies by the most enrapturing, rapacious exhilarating emotions. The more I writhed and the louder I moaned and told him to keep going, the harder he sucked, the more his lips suctioned my swollen clit and the more I soared to that numbing high, to the crest of unbridled pleasure, the more I neared the climax.

"You are so f*****g good at this baby, your tongue is magical, f**k… yes keep going… mhmmm… right there Dom, I'm so close… so close..mhmmm.." I couldn't have encouraged him more. Dom ate the hell out of me, he tended to my p***y thoroughly and had me screaming like a w***e, like I was paid to do it. My orgasm at the threshold, I squeezed him with my thighs and dug my fingers into his hair, pulling it almost too aggressively, but he did not let out even a tiny whiny sound of pain. I arched my back, my lips burrowed into my bottom lip and a torridly hot scene played in my mind. I saw sir Steed in place of Dom, his head entrapped by my thighs, his silver blue eyes gazing into mine with raw desire, his tongue lapping my wetness in slow, ardent strokes. I lost it and came harder than I have ever before.

My legs shook as I tried to lift my thighs from his shoulders and my laboured breathing was outweighed by his string of groans as he licked his lips and also sucked his fingers as though they are the most tastiest thing to ever enter his mouth.

I just laid there, staring at the ceiling, spent and he pampered my stomach with kisses. God, I feel so guilty?! Dom would be crushed if he knew I came after thinking of another man.