Courts and Cabals by G. D'Moore (e reader comics txt) 📕

of my too-dry throat. I tried to work around some saliva as I dug in my bag for the answer key. “Here you go,” my voice didn’t squeak that much when I handed over what she wanted.

Her finger grazed mine, and I nearly came in my pants. She saw my reaction and chuckled. It sounded like summer bells, and warmth returned to the bleachers after Aveena’s cold entrance. “What do I owe you?” she asked, and it sounded like blasphemy to my ears.

“Na . . . nothing,” I stammered. It was normally fifty bucks for a quiz, but how could I ask for money from her?  “Just tell your friends.” The marketing would be priceless.

“Hmmm,” she studied me closely. “I heard you wanted me to bob on your nob.”

The sentence was delivered without any of the previous mirth, and I blushed so scarlet, you’d have thought I’d been out in the summer sun for hours. “I . . . um . . .” I didn’t know how to respond.

“I’m hungry, so we’ll barter for the quiz. Be at my room at six o’clock sharp. Any later and I get it for free.”

I didn’t even think about haggling. “Six o’clock . . . yes ma’am . . . I mean Lilith . . . I mean . . .” she was already walking away; her ass swaying and everyone’s eyes watching her strut.

“Lucky bastard,” Jerome came over and patted me on the back. That made me fall on my ass. I was still a little shaky from Aveena’s intimidation on top of Lilith’s sheer presence. “She’s going to suck your dick so hard. If you video tape it, and last more than thirty seconds, I’ll give you five hundred bucks.”

“Fuck off,” I gathered myself.

I know my best friend wouldn’t hesitate to sell it to everyone in school. He was nothing if not an entrepreneur. While I wasn’t ashamed, I was endowed above average for the human male, tonight was just for me.

“The first of many,” I told myself optimistically. If she became a repeat customer than I could get a hummer on the regular, “and maybe even get laid.” I cut my thought process off there. Thinking about it anymore was dangerous.

Afterall, they were called succubae for a reason. They could literally suck the life out of you through your dick. I could think of worse ways to die, but dead was dead, and I had a lot more to give before I bought the farm.

***

I was so nervous I couldn’t eat dinner. I was so nervous I didn’t even acknowledge the deadeye Mr. Miller was giving me. He was undoubtedly plotting my torture during Friday’s detention, but that was tomorrow. I had tonight to look forward to.

The dining hall was a massive homage to Greek architecture situated at the center of campus. It looked like a mini Parthenon, complete with marble columns. At the moment, those columns were littered with backpacks as everyone dumped them outside before entering the massive, oak, double doors. There were probably a hundred rectangular tables, in neat lines, from wall to wall with a central walking space between them. Everyone in the school had an assigned seat. Each table had a faculty member at the head, with a responsible senior at the foot. The rest of the table was full of students of all different ages, races, creeds, and species. Apparently, it was supposed to provide the traditional family aspect of eating a meal together while incorporating a diverse student body.

My table didn’t have anyone I liked, and most didn’t like me. The responsible senior was a pretty shifter who considered me one step above the shit she dragged in on her shoe. We had some English teacher at the head who I’d never had a class with, so I didn’t know him, and thankfully, he didn’t know me. The rest were kids compared to my mature self, and after trying to corrupt a few of them, I paid them no attention. Tonight, even less so. My mind was totally on Lilith and my phone’s clock.

“Thirty minutes.” I ate dinner. “Fifteen minutes.” We were released from dinner for two hours before everyone had to be back in their room for study hall. “Five minutes.” I was walking to Lilith’s dorm on the opposite side of campus. “One minute.” I was outside her door, bouncing up and down on my toes as I waited until exactly six o’clock.

Outside, thunder rumbled and lightning flashed. “That’s weird,” I pulled up The Weather Channel App and the radar showed nothing. “It must be a passing shower.” I found that the weather in Upstate New York could be unpredictable.

My phone chimed with the alarm I’d set for six, and I immediately knocked on the door. My knuckles only hit once before it opened to reveal Lilith. In my teenage, male fantasy, she was naked, tits saluting me with the perkiness of youth, before she dropped to her knees and took me fully in her mouth. The thrill of some unassuming freshman catching us added a whole other level of excitement to the fantasy, but this was reality. She was still dressed in her uniform, and she waved me in with her fingers. I followed like I was a marionette attached to her strings.

Her room was not what I expected. Humans had been conditioned for millennia to believe creatures like Lilith were evil, demonic, infernal creatures from Hell. None of that was true, but various churches and other moral-spewing organizations had shuffled her kind into that category long ago. She was a defiler of the home, someone who broke up families, or much worse.

Of course, reading between the lines, I saw a lot of finger pointing and not a lot of accepting responsibility for one’s actions. Sure, succubae were sex incarnate, but people still had to make that choice; and in