Scholomance 9 by Logan Jacobs (read books for money .TXT) 📕

you drink it. But don’t spit it out. In fact, don’t waste a fucking drop. Just imagine it was our master’s thick, creamy cum. You wouldn’t waste that, now would you?”

“No,” my coven responded at once, but Vanessa looked away with an uncomfortable scowl plastered across her face.

“Good,” I said before I approached the cauldron. “I’ll start… does anyone have a vial?”

“I do!” Beatrix said before she reached into her robes and pulled out a small glass container. “You never know when you might need one.”

“Very true, Miss Beatrix,” Vanessa added in an impressed tone. “Now, Cole, I would advise that you drink it slowly. Don’t pour it all the way down your throat at once.”

“Understood,” I said before I dipped the vial into the thick, black brew and studied its bubbling texture. “Here goes nothing…”

I tipped back my head, and it was like I was licking hot coals as the potion grazed my tongue. My body shivered from the pain, but I refused to stop drinking the hellish brew. I forced the searing liquid down my throat, and it took all my willpower not to gag or retch it back up. The sensation was so overpowering, and the heat was so intense, my eyes watered, and there was a heartbeat in my eardrums. I could feel the elements of hell running through my veins and seeping into my bones. Every inch of me was on fire, but as the seconds ticked by, the sensation became less painful and almost turned arousing. I felt like I was capable of anything, and my thirst for blood and bone became agonizing, like a rabid wolf starved for days deep inside a winter cave.

“Unholy shit,” Akira gasped as she stared at me. “Master… for a moment, your eyes burned bright red.”

“Did they?” I grunted before I wiped my lips. “Perhaps the same will happen to you--”

“I don’t think so,” Penelope interjected in a small voice. “I’ve never read anything mentioning that kind of side effect.”

“Well, anyway, it doesn’t matter right now,” Vanessa snapped before she took the vial from me and dipped it into the cauldron.

We watched as she drank slowly but deeply, and her entire frame trembled as she struggled to keep the potion down. When she was finished, she grasped the glass so tightly, her knuckles were snow-white, and her nose was scrunched into a mixture of distaste and pain before she handed the vial back to Penelope.

The orange-haired witch drank the brew, and so did the other women. Once everyone was finished, and the potion was gone, Vanessa snapped her fingers to vanish the empty cauldron.

“I think it’s time for our lesson to begin.” I smiled.

Vanessa shifted her feet and crossed her arms in disdain, but she knew better than to argue with me. My coven did their best not to look in the professor’s direction, but I knew they could feel the wrath radiating off her body like an overpowering perfume. None of the women said a word, but I could see Akira and Circe doing their best to maintain a straight face while the corners of their mouths trembled. They were dangerously close to forming a smile, but then Morgana shot them a stern glare, and they quickly regained their demure composure.

“Should we form a circle, master?” Morgana asked in a perky voice. “We can pretend we’re sitting at an oval desk in a classroom.”

“You’re such a nerd,” Akira playfully chuckled.

“I think that’s a great idea, Morgana,” I said as I stared at the beautiful and bookish brunette with her long, dark-chocolate curls and sea-blue eyes. “Everyone, form a circle around me and stand as straight and as still as possible.”

“Yes, master,” my coven responded while the familiars watched from a fair distance away.

“Now, there are three components to this spell, and none of them require a wand,” I explained. “All three must be said aloud to kill the scouts. The first spell is easily memorable, so once you’ve completely opened your heart to Satan, say the words, ‘da fortitudinem.’”

The women repeated the spell, and a gentle breeze swept across our faces and blew past our skin. I could feel the same sweltering sensation coursing through my body as I stared at each resilient and powerful woman. Their faces were stoic yet determined, and I could sense their growing power as it blew through the wind.

“Now what?” Vanessa asked in an edgy voice. “You said there were three parts.”

“Patience,” I firmly reminded her. “This won’t be easy, even with the potion in your veins.”

“Fine,” the hot-tempered professor scoffed.

We all knew she hated the fact that I was in charge of teaching a lesson, but she would just have to deal with it, even if it bruised her ego. Still, I had to admit to myself, a part of me was enjoying this rare moment. I seldom had control over the professor since she was so unobtainable, and as I stared at her, I couldn’t help but picture how she would behave once I had the power to get her into my bed. A small smile spread across my face as I imagined her expression when she came long and hard, but I quickly shook my head and returned to the lesson.

“Now,” I continued. “Hold onto the darkness you feel inside your heart and keep it attached to you like your own shadow. Don’t you dare let go of it, not even for a second. Then I want you to repeat after me… ‘ostende mihi viam.’”

Once again, the women did as they were told, and a more powerful wind quickly raged over our group. I could feel the witches’ hearts beat faster, and their breathing suddenly became more erratic. I knew they were in pain, but not as much agony as I’d been in my dreams. Still, I knew it was taking a