The Devil's Student Mate

TEN |■ SON OF HELL■|

TEN |■ SON OF HELL■|

I can't always blame my imagination when reality exists

The Devil.

The- Devil?!

Was that a metaphor? Of course it is a metaphor, he can't mean the literal Devil, the Devil does not exist, well at least not in this world!

And what does he mean by I am his mate, what even is a mate? A friend? I am not his friend, well at least I do not regard him as a friend. There are three types of mates I know; the friend, the animal seasonal s****l partner kind and then soulmate. Which one is he talking about? I can't even guess because all are irrelevant and inappropriate for our situation and the relationship we have already established as student and teacher.

Why do I keep attracting anomalies?

I was so perplexed and consternated that I did not need any more factors and forces diluting my intellect, like his impending lips a breath away from pressing into mine. His warm breath was fanning my face so tauntingly yet so enticingly and against my frail principles, I anticipated his next move, which I was almost absolutely certain was going to be a kiss.

The miscellaneous oddity goes on and on, after all the impossible things I have experienced, here I am, in a dark closet, fearing for my life while many human beings probably lie in a pool of their own blood with scattered brain matter embellishing the usually  pristine white, shimmering, freshly cleaned, disinfected tiles, here I am, barely able to keep my eyes open to stare studiously at those round red beams being the minimum source of light in this darkness, here I am being a moment away from having a full on l, steamy make out session with my high school teacher, with a man who is claiming he is the Devil and that I, Mabel Avancia Clivestein am his "mate"- things cannot possibly get anymore crazier than this, this is ridiculous!

"There is nothing ridiculous about us bonding." He gruffly muttered against my lips, his lips lightly brushing mine as they moved. From his low toned punitive tone, I could tell that he was offended, but I was flabbergasted, my mind could not formulate a single straight strand of thought. "I am not claiming to be the Devil, love, I am the Devil in the flesh, the "literal Devil", I am a Demon Prince and you, love, will soon be my bride."

First of all, he did it again- he read my mind! It is becoming very evident that this man is not of our kind, he is not human, oh god he is not human!!!! But I refuse to believe that he is a Demon, I have not been fantasizing about a Demon all this time, no, no, no!!

Secondly, he just said I am his what?!

His bride!

His- bride?!!!!

Me?! Has he forgotten that he has already have had a bride, where do I fit in the equation?!

I took a subtle whiff which and the action was not as discreet as I wanted it to be, but I needed to know, to be sure that he is not inebriated and under the influence of some substance because what he is telling me is just downright crazy, crazy talk that is making my mind revolve faster than it can handle. I was so muddled when I did not smell any alcohol or smoke or anything out of the ordinary on his breath. My nose only inhaled this distinct natural scent clearly not borne by artificial mixtures like perfume, but it was so potent and virile, it was as powerful as a pheromone, it was luring and as attracting as a mating call. I could drown in his scent, the scent of a dominant, powerful man of high eminence. My knees were becoming weaker and I feared them failing to support my weight very soon so I gripped on tightly onto the edge of the piece of furniture behind me as he pressed his body into mine and apparently reveled in seeing me struggle to win this internal battle. I resisted the strongest urge to wrap my arms around his neck, jump onto him and devour his lips like there is no tomorrow.

But wait-

I need to focus! I am losing focus!

He is not even a human being.

He is my teacher.

I am seeing someone, this is, definitely qualifies as cheating.

One, strong reproaching, deterring thought was all it took for me not to do something that l will live to regret in the spur of the moment. I amassed enough mental will to push away his arms and I ducked down in a not so graceless manner and crawled away just hoping not to bump into anything pointy or bash my head with a hard piece of furniture and suffer a concussion in this unfairly perturbing predicament I have somehow found myself in.

The closet was large, but not that large and it was foolish of me to think that I could escape those luminous red eyes and hide from him until this entire ordeal is over. He surely can see in the dark, he must be thinking that I am insane walking on all fours like some cow, he must have seen me slip under the serried hanged articles of clothing and he must be shaking his head.

Oh god no this is not happening!

Why now?!

Why in here?!

Why in a dark closet, why in the dark?!

I heard him sigh lightly, I could only see his eyes, but that sound he made, made me imagine the most sinister smirk and a look of menace pasted on his sinfully handsome face.

"You amuse, love." He began, a dark, effortlessly foreboding radiance in his deep voice. Then his eyes fell on my form, and I could have sworn that they became a shade deeper. "Do you really think you can run away from me, my little mate?"

PLEASE STOP TALKING CRAZY, PLEASE STOP SAYING SUCH THINGS!!!  I yelled inwardly, too crippled by shock to articulate any of my thoughts.

Seriously, what is happening to me?

Like a veteran predator on the prowl, he moved silently, I could only see those suspended red irises approaching my hiding spot, my sick excuse of an asylum. I did not even allow him to get close enough to snatch me, as soon as about two inches remained separating predator from prey, I crawled away, my shoulders hitting some hard edges and objects as I tried to flee to the opposite end of the room where the door is, but I did not even make it halfway through there.

"Where do you think you are going, love?" His laugh, shot, barely audible but was very powerful and dangerous, I have never heard a more beastly laugh. He was thoroughly amused by my foolish attempts but he did not descend into a fit of laughter, he just kept those predator eyes on me, sizing me. I knew that he was going to seize me, and I did try to avoid getting captured by him and increased my pace, but I could never measure up to his unnatural celerity. He moved at lightening speed, before my mind could even register what was going on, he had hoisted me up from the floor and had me pinned against the wall.

When my back slammed into the solid, I only gasped at contact before my struggling began.

He is not thinking!

God he is not thinking!

Yes I have been dreaming about him holding me like this, I have been fantasizing of us being in the most erotically thrilling entanglements, body locks, but I cannot deny that this is not right and I can't have s*x with him in a dark closet which is not in my own house, f**k the owners of this house might be dead or choking on their own blood as we speak! I am a virgin, my boyfriend knows that I am a virgin, I just can't have s*x with him and come back not a virgin, I know that Dom his hoping that he will be my first. I continued to push down his shoulders and kick around my dangling legs but my efforts were too feeble and to be honest, I was not as determined as I should have been, a great part of me was unwilling and fighting against my fighting. Sir Steed growled like a feral animal, the aggressive, throaty sound had my heart jumping and I froze in fear, my breathing labored.

"You may not understand it now, but you are MINE Mabel, MINE." He growled raspily into my ear, his strong, hulking built easily imprisoning me and keeping me grounded to the wall. "You are my mate, your innocence is mine, I will be the first man to make love to you and the last man to have your body, you should not even be thinking about that puny earthling, you belong to the Demon prince and soon, very soon, I am going to keep you forever."

Fuck!

Fuck!

This man or whatever he is, is deranged!

The Lucius Steed thinks, no believes that he is entitled to my virginity, what the f**k is that?!

But I will not lie for one secondz those were the hottest words I have ever heard, a great turn on, but so so wrong.

"Sir, you are married!" I yelped, continuing with my fruitless struggles, there was no way I was going to wiggle out of his restraining hold by myself.

"I only wear this ring to keep all these immoral, indecent mortal sluts away ftom me, I have already killed too plenty, I can't stand them. I am not married, love, but I will be married," he planted a single, peppery, moist open mouth kiss below my earlobe and my back reflexively arched forward as I shuddered. f**k! I have never felt anything like that, his lips burned me, but in the most pleasurable way, "to you." When he concluded the sentence, I was incapable of piecing together one of my own, it took me some time to get over the effects of the sousing, inebriating heat emanating from his crotch directly onto my crotch. My thin lace panties were not much of a barrier, if I got any more wet than I already am, I am going to stain him.

Fuck this man was crazy!

He was saying the most craziest things and I was entertaining him with my panting, moaning and more especially with my silence.

"Sir Steed w-w-wait, this- thi- this is not right, I have a boyfriend." I stuttered so weakly, which kind of wrongly came out as me hesitating to tell him about my current union with a guy who is actually very amusing. Maybe I should have hesitated, no, not said a word because that acknowledgment incensed sir Steed very much, I could even say, made his blood boil.

So abruptly he slammed his hand on the wall, right next to my head and the blow frightened me so much, that my heart nearly dived into my stomach, that I nearly jumped out of my skin and I let out an asphyxiated gasp of shock. Like a ferocious beast in the wake of madness, sir Steed growled unlike before, the sound coming so sharply to my unsuspecting, unprepared ears before he thrust his hips and our crotches nearly collided with each other.

"What part of you belong to me, did you not understand, Mabel?"

I could not answer immediately, this man is terrifying, my words were was tripping over my tongue. "I-I-I d-i-d - didn't kno- know that we are somethi-"

"You need to erase that boy from your mind. I have been very lenient on that worthless earthling, I do not want to use father's methods but I will if you continue to push me. You are mine, love, mine only, I would have claimed your innocence a while ago but I promised myself not to touch you until you are eighteen. Do not push me, you have no idea, absolutely no idea how much I want to f**k you right here, right now, do not push me, love, you are not ready for me and I f**k really hard when I am angry. You seem not to believe me, you do not believe that I am Lucifer, fine I am going to prove to you that I am the Devil, the son of Hell."