Micah knew his back was all ice and his throat was dry, but he didn’t want to obey this asshole professor. How the hell did Veyr know that he was a bitch? Ah, maybe because he taught them that weeks ago?
He moved around the bed, dodging Professor Veyr’s hand at the last moment. “How do you know about bitches and knots?” he asked.
Professor Veyr grinned, a simple thing that transformed his face into something feral and horrifying. Micah couldn’t stop looking, but he knew he needed to do something if he didn’t want to end up as a subject for this mad scientist’s experiments. There was no better way to describe the biology professor at this point.
The screwdriver! He put his hand in his pocket, clasping the item tightly. Jack and many others had turned into strong beasts with nothing but fucking on their minds. But the professor didn’t look like that at all, which meant that he could very well still be human.
And humans could bleed and feel pain if someone hurt them.
“Stay away from me,” he hissed.
“Micah Lorne,” Veyr said. “One of the most useless minds I’ve ever had the misfortune to teach.”
Micah jolted at the sound of his own name in the professor’s mouth. Something of how he said it made Micah feel his knees turning to butter, and not in the good way. Also, the lower part of his belly reacted. It was as if he could feel all of Jack’s cum inside it, inside his ass.
“You are not particularly unique, but I can smell your disgusting scent from here. You’ll have to do, since you came running straight at me. Or perhaps, you’d like me to open the door and let the beasts outside take turns at your ass and mouth until you’re nothing but a cum dumpster?”
“You should mind that tongue, Professor,” Micah said, setting his chin high in defiance. “For the record, I’m not stupid. It’s just that your lectures are so boring, each time I attend one of them, I feel like my IQ dropped another ten points.”
Veyr’s face lit with amusement. “I see. You do have a few interesting points. Be a good boy now if you don’t want me to exact some discipline on your sorry ass.”
Micah weighed his chances. He needed to pretend to be scared so that the professor would attack him first. “You don’t have to do this,” he said in a whiny voice. “And what do you intend to do with me anyway?”
“I’d like to explain, but I’m afraid your monkey brain won’t be able to grasp it.”
‘Fuck you’ were the first words on Micah’s mind as he felt the need to deliver a biting retort. However, he needed to play his part if he wanted to escape. But escape where?
The house had doors, he thought quickly. The immediate escape route was to get behind one of them and lock himself in here, away from this weirdo.
“How about you try me?” Micah began running around the bed, with Veyr on his tail.
“You think I’m playing, boy?” Veyr boomed, obviously annoyed with being taken for a fool.
“I don’t think. I have a monkey brain,” Micah shot back. The screwdriver in his pocket felt solid.
He had lost focus for a moment, and it was enough. Veyr jumped over the bed, in such a fluid motion that he looked like he was flying.
No way was he flying. Right?
Micah grunted as Veyr pushed him hard against the wall and pinned him there. His hand was wrapped around Micah’s throat, squeezing tightly.
“You know, I might just well tell you,” Veyr whispered against his lips. “A pretty young man like you would normally be a tasty snack for me, but I have a full-course meal arranged for later, and I don’t intend to ruin my appetite. However, I don’t see why I shouldn’t use you since you need to show perfect obedience for my plan to work.”
Micah struggled against the professor’s hold, but it was in vain. He searched his pocket frantically, but his fingers trembled and, when he finally managed to wrap them against his so-called weapon, the thing slipped from his hand.
It made no sound, and that had to be because of the thick carpet on the floor. It didn’t matter anyway; he was doomed.
Veyr dragged him around until he plopped Micah on the bed with a loud thud. Micah was too busy grasping for air to oppose proper resistance, so he found himself with his legs up in the air and then quickly secured to the stirrups he had noticed earlier.
His struggles were in vain now. Still, he tried to smack Veyr once as the professor came round to tie his hands up.
Great. That wasn’t a hospital bed; it was either a torture device or a prop in a BDSM movie. Veyr seemed satisfied with his work and stood between Micah’s legs now, all dressed in black and looking like doom.
Micah couldn’t believe that he had thought – in passing – that this asshole was handsome. His face was too harsh to be considered beautiful, although his dark eyes burned in his head like coals.
A shiver moved through him. Veyr brought one hand up and stared at it. Micah let out a scared whimper as he saw the nail on the professor’s forefinger growing under his eyes to the size of a small blade and just as sharp.
Since Micah had dressed up before rushing out to what he’d thought it would be safety, it seemed that his clothes were now in the way of whatever the professor had in mind for him.
Using his overgrown nail, Veyr began cutting through Micah’s right pant leg. The fabric ripped so easily, making Micah gasp in imagined pain at the mere thought that the professor’s fingernail might touch his body by accident or not.
“I’m not interesting in seeing you bleed,” Veyr informed him. “As I told you, I’m waiting for a luxurious meal, and you’d only ruin my taste buds with your commoner stench.”
“What the hell are you talking about? Are you a vampire or something?”
Veyr stopped, giving him a hard stare. “What do you know? You do have two neurons to rub together, it seems.”
“What the fuck?! I mean, for real? You’re a vampire?”
“Yes. One with very particular tastes when it comes to his feeding habits.”
Micah struggled against his restraints. He was sweating ice again, and he couldn’t think straight. A vampire? A bloody vampire? Even if Veyr was just a lunatic, thinking himself a mythical creature, that didn’t mean that any of the danger Micah was in was any less real.
“Let me go,” he grunted, furiously trying to get his arms free.
“No. You see, I have great plans for you. The kind of vampire I am only thrives on a special type of blood. Lycan blood, to be precise.”
Micah stopped. “You’re kidding me. Do you want Jack’s blood?” The beast knotting him and fucking him into the next day was a… lycan?
“Who the hell is Jack? Ah, are you talking the one who’s been using you?” Veyr, who had managed to get Micah completely out of his pants, now pulled hard at the exposed buttocks in front of him. “He doesn’t matter. Although, his semen smelled nice enough.”
Micah thought he was losing his mind when Veyr knelt suddenly and began licking his asshole.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, pervert?” Micah tensed his body to escape the sensation that was too pleasant for him to keep his thoughts coherent. “Stop licking my ass.”
“He knotted you a few times, I see,” Veyr commented. “Very good. I do appreciate the snack you brought with you.”
“You fucking--” Micah grunted in despair. Veyr’s tongue in his ass was way too good. The vampire must have tongued plenty of asses in his life because he really knew how to rim a guy. All that for some cum. “Why don’t you go outside if that’s what you want? There are like dozens of students, their cocks leaking like crazy. I bet they’d love to have them sucked by a hungry vampire whore like you.”
He needed to stop talking because the orgasm hit him fast. Micah gasped and shivered as his cock spurted whatever it could still spurt while his biology teacher continued to move his strong tongue in and out of his ass.
It felt so good and unreasonably so. Micah wanted to cry because he hated Professor Veyr, who was obviously a huge scumbag.
His whispered protests meant nothing as Veyr moved his tongue upward, all along Micah’s taint, stopping at his balls. The professor seemed quite taken with licking the sac, stopping there for a long enough time that Micah sensed his cock twitching again.
“Why are you doing this?” he moaned shamelessly.
“I’m hungry,” Veyr said simply. “And you happen to taste surprisingly delicious. Now, let’s see what your seed is like.”
Micah shuddered as Veyr first lick whatever cum he found spread all over Micah’s skin. Although he knew where this was heading, he still moaned in surprise when Veyr swallowed his cock to the hilt.
It was a furious blowjob. Micah had no other way to describe it. Veyr went hard and deep, and while Micah knew very well he was far from being endowed, it wasn’t like swallowing a dick was easy. He knew that now from personal experience since Jack had forced him to take his.
And it wasn’t even the way Veyr swallowed his cock. He did even more; his tongue went outward and brushed lower by Micah’s balls. If anything good could be said about the wacko biology teacher was that he had to be one hell of a cocksucker.
Micah was only dimly aware that he had no choice but to cum again. And cum he did; it was like his climax couldn’t and wouldn’t stop. He was cumming down Veyr’s throat, like his entire life was being sucked by space vacuum through his dick.
“Now, let’s see how well this Jack fellow primed you for future insertions,” Veyr said, laughing at his own stupid joke. “Eyes on me, Micah Lorne. Eyes on me.”
He wanted to disobey, just one of spite. But he found himself drawn to Veyr’s dark mysterious eyes.
“You see, bitch,” the professor began in a sing-song voice devoid of any emotion, “I need you to give off your scent like there’s no tomorrow. You appear to be the sensual kind, which helps a lot. I will fuck you now, but I will not spend myself in you. I will turn you into a scent bomb, and then, despite all his good upbringing, he will come here, and he’ll fall in my clutches.”
“Who’s he? Who are you talking about?”
The professor’s cock wasn’t as thick as Jack’s, but it was hard as steel. And so hot. Micah felt an unbearable heat spreading through him, starting where Veyr was pushing his hot dick inside. It went directly at that point that made Micah see stars behind his eyelids while his cock shivered miserably.
“Didn’t I say I can just well tell you about your purpose? You see, unbeknownst to you or any other student here at Blackthorn, a lycan prince, the last of his kind, thought he’d find haven in this place. I laid the perfect trap, and he fell into it.”
“A lycan prince? I call bullshit,” Micah said through his teeth. His eyes watered and saliva poured down the corners of his lips as orgasm after orgasm was being pulled out of him.
Veyr laughed. “It’s not. His blood is what I’m after. As we speak, his lust must become unbearable. Despite his upbringing and what he believes to be his very noble inclinations, he will be drawn to the smell of your skin and your ass.”
“Why would he? The place is swarming with other bitches,” Micah said. “He’s probably just getting his rocks off like everyone else.”
Veyr moved slowly, his cock hitting just right. He didn’t need to pound into Micah to have his student writhe in the throes of passion. He knew how to suck cock, and he knew how to fuck ass. If his obvious pleasure to eat cum was added to all that, Micah had to wonder why the hell the professor hadn’t thought about a career in gay porn. He’d definitely make bank… only that he was a freaking vampire, so he was probably loaded, therefore not caring for money at all.
“You don’t know Rhett Donovan like I do,” Veyr replied. “He cannot fuck just any hole. His bloodline is famous for their dedication to the noblest principles. Fucking without loving is impossible.”
Rhett Donovan. Handsome, dark, misunderstood. Micah only knew him in passing, and mostly by his reputation. He lived alone in a tower on the east side, and he was always by himself. No friends, not even close acquaintances. Always brooding and keeping things private. Was he really a lycan prince?
“Yeah, right,” Micah grunted. His cock was going to be broken by the end of this, whatever it was. And how much jizz did he still have in him? The worst part was that he was starting to milk Veyr’s cock with his ass, hungry as that part of him had turned. He wanted the vampire to breed him, which made him a slut, since he’d only wanted that from Jack before.
“Rhett Donovan cannot fuck just any bitch, unless he’s nudged enough in that direction. That is why you will become irresistible.”
“But what if Rhett has a boyfriend?” Micah said. Not that he thought that, seeing what a loner Rhett Donovan was.
“He doesn’t have a boyfriend,” Veyr spat in disdain. “I have followed his every move ever since he arrived here. He doesn’t know anyone and doesn’t want to know anyone because he knows he’s doomed.”
“Still,” Micah insisted. He was crying for real now, but only because of too much pleasure. Damn, if he ever got out of this unscathed, he’d most likely become a whore begging for cum at every corner. “He might just have a crush on someone.”
“He doesn’t,” Veyr cut his words short. “I know such things better than you, and you’re just trying to rile me up with your loose mouth. I should have gagged you, too.”
Micah didn’t say another word. He hoped Rhett Donovan had a crush on someone, and he was right now giving that guy his perfect lycan prince knot. Because no matter what happened to him, he wished Veyr wouldn’t win.
Because he was a damn scumbag with an awesome cock, which he knew how to use. And Micah hated himself for feeling so damn good getting fucked by an asshole.
If only Jack hadn’t wandered off. If he got mad because someone fucked his bitch, well, it was all on him, Micah decided while abandoning himself to pleasure once again.
tbc
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