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  Poisoned Gift

  Futa Academy, Volume 3

  by

  Julie Law

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  POISONED GIFT

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  Copyright ©2017 Julie Law

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  “Have you found anything yet?” Gretchen asked, then grunted when Amabel drove an elbow into her side, and exchanged a glance with her beloved. She sighed, and turned back to Monique. “I mean, did you have a chance to find more about what we asked you?”

  Amabel hit her again, and Gretchen pouted.

  Monique’s smirk showed her amusement at the power Amabel possessed over the succubus. “I haven’t been able to find much yet, but I told you this would take time. Succubae aren’t that well documented, and what you told me seems to be something most of them would want to keep close to their chests.”

  “Or you’re just not good enough with research.”

  Monique watched as Amabel hit Gretchen once more, this time hard enough the other girl winced. It amused her, she couldn’t deny it. Gretchen always tried to appear as this tough bitch, but around Amabel she almost always ended up appearing like a cute little bunny.

  Not that she would ever tell the succubus that, she valued her mind and soul very much, and Gretchen wouldn’t like to hear it. Maybe if she was certain Amabel would remain around…

  The blonde was someone else she needed to be weary of, though. Monique didn’t know what Amabel was, and had to admit she didn’t even have a clue about her origins, but she was powerful. More than powerful enough to destroy Monique without any difficulty.

  She doubted it would happen, Amabel was practically a saint, but one could never truly know when supernatural creatures were involved.

  “There’s a limit to how much I can research while in here.” She didn’t like people questioning her capabilities, but she had grown to know Gretchen well enough to understand she was just this acidic with everyone. “I can’t very well force my uncle to send me everything we have on succubae. He would get suspicious, and I don’t want him to know I have a succubus as a roommate, not yet.”

  Gretchen looked aside, and Monique sighed. She understood the fear most of those aware of the supernatural displayed towards succubae, and she couldn’t say they were wrong, not when you took into account what they could make you do.

  Her uncle wasn’t exactly prejudiced, their family couldn’t afford to be in their position, but her being around a succubus would still scare him, and make him take her out of Fortuna.

  Looking around, she sighed and tried to relax. She loved Fortuna, and didn’t want to leave. Right then, the three of them were seated in one of the tables in the courtyard, near the cafeteria, and Monique was sincerely happy. She felt safe at school, and she had friends. She didn’t want to give it all simply because her uncle might be afraid she would fall under a succubus’s thralldom.

  She tried to ignore the voice in her head that told her she would enjoy such thralldom.

  She had been a little disappointed when Gretchen went back on their deal and didn’t sleep with her during the ritual, but whenever she looked between Gretchen and Amabel she could understand why that was. The succubus was in love with the blonde, and was loved in turn, and didn’t want to give it up and face the truth.

  Monique didn’t say anything, she didn’t complain, but though she desired Amabel and Gretchen the best, eventually there would be a time when the succubus would have to feed on someone other than her lover. Unless Amabel was truly that powerful, and could afford to feed the succubus continually.

  The blue-haired girl shook her head. She couldn’t imagine how powerful Amabel would have to be to do such a thing, and it kind of scared her it could be happening already. Sure, Gretchen had fed a little on her, and she might be feeding on others without her knowing about it, even if it wasn’t in full, but the only one she knew Gretchen had been with was Amabel.

  Glancing once more at the blonde, Monique shivered. There was power in Amabel, and even there, seated without doing anything of note, it was obvious. It kind of scared her.

  She shook her head and turned to Gretchen. “I’ve been trying my best, but information about your kind is scarce at the best of times, and I hadn’t ever heard about succubus having queens before. Especially hermaphroditic ones.” She colored slightly at that thought, and almost couldn’t stop her eyes from wandering lower and gazing at the succubus.

  She had been skeptical when the dark-haired girl first came to her, and thought Gretchen was trying to prank her, but when Amabel corroborated her story she had to accept it. Gretchen tried to tease her more than once, asking if she would like to have a look and confirm the truth, but Amabel would always stop her with either a touch or a glance, and Gretchen would apologize after rolling her eyes.

  The succubus noticed her gaze and smirked, shifting a little, and Monique looked away with a blush. There was movement and noise coming from the other two women, and she turned to them once more, seeing Gretchen rubbing her arm and pouting at Amabel, and the blonde looking at her with an apology in her eyes. She chuckled almost without meaning to.

  She couldn’t deny she was a little jealous of the two. They obviously belonged together, and their love for one another was immense, and she kind of wanted to have something like that even once.

  A sigh escaped her. She was still young, there was plenty of time to find love in the future, but as she let her eyes move over Gretchen she couldn’t deny her attraction to the raven-haired woman. She would never admit it, not even to herself, but part of the reason that led her to ally with the succubus was desire. She was attracted to Gretchen, and though she tried to avoid letting it interfere in her interactions with the succubus, that ended up being unavoidable.

  Oh, it had made perfect sense to ally with Gretchen, and she didn’t regret the choice, but she was aware her attraction made her a little more agreeable to the whole deal. The memory of the kiss she had shared with the other woman invaded her then, and she shuddered, closing her eyes for a small moment.

  She opened them to find Gretchen’s eyes fixed on hers, and shuddered again, remembering the other was capable of feeling the lust and desire of those around her. Part of her was a little ashamed at being caught, but she didn’t look away. She had been forced to acknowledge she was attracted to Gretchen way before she actually proposed the other girl their alliance, and she shouldn’t feel ashamed about that attraction. Gretchen was a succubus after all, she could have charmed a nun.

  Gretchen smirked again, but then turned to Amabel and whispered something at her ear. Whatever it was, it made the blonde give a tired sigh, and Gretchen pouted once more.

  Monique held back her urge to giggle.

  Her amusement was cut short when Gretchen leaned in and kissed Amabel, being replaced by lust once more, a lust that only increased when the succubus deepened the kiss and threw her a glance from the corner of her eyes. Amabel elbowed her again, always knowing when her lover was doing mischief and pushed her away, gently.

  Monique looked away, trying to find anything that would distract her, anything that would take her mind off her jealousy and lust. She found Marina at the entrance of the courtyard, looking at them. They exchanged glances for a few moments, and she gestured for the other girl to join them, but Marina was already turning and moving to an empty table.

  The blue-haired woman frowned, wondering why their roommate hadn’t joined them. Amabel sighed, and she turned her way.

  “Marina believes we’re sidelining her.” The blonde answered her unspoken question, shrugging. “She has seen us whispering around, sharing secrets, and thinks we’re trying to push her aside.”

  “But we aren’t.” Monique protested almost immediately.

  “Who cares?” Gretchen shrugged, then winced when Amabel elbowed her once more.

  Amabel gave her lover a long glance, before turning and speaking to Monique. “Aren’t we, even if just a little bit? We’re sharing secrets about ourselves she doesn’t know, and keeping her out of those discussions.” Monique opened her mouth to reply, but the blonde didn’t give her a chance. “We have a right to, and we’re not doing any harm by doing so, but she’s our roommate, and she feels slighted.”

  “They’re our secrets.” Gretchen spoke before Monique could try to argue the point. “She’s not entitled to them.”

  Amabel shook her head. “She isn’t, but she’s like you.” Gretchen narrowed her eyes, and Amabel shrugged. “It’s true, the two of you are very similar. You don’t like people easily, you don’t make friends easily, and you rarely place your trust in those around you. Tell me, how would you have felt if Marina, Monique and I were conspiring around without you?”

  “I wouldn’t have cared.” Gretchen shrugged.

  “Wouldn’t you?” Amabel met Gretchen’s eyes, and the succubus was the one that looked away. “You might think so, but I’m pretty sure you would be a little hurt about it. We’re supposed to be a team, roommates in this grand adventure that is Fortuna, but she believes we’re setting her aside.”

  “There’s things we can’t share with her, though.” Monique pointed out, glancing at Gretchen. They couldn’t exactly reveal her secret to everyone who go
t close to them.

  Amabel sighed. “I know, but we can try to keep her close nonetheless. In fact, I’ll try to do that now.” She exchanged a glance with her lover, who eventually nodded, and then got up from their table and moved towards Marina.

  The two of them watched her go for a few moments. Marina seemed to startle when she noticed Amabel was beside her. Her mouth opened and closed for a few seconds, and she seemed to become a little guarded, but did nothing to dissuade the blonde, and Amabel sat beside her with a smile.

  Gretchen grumbled when she saw that, and Monique found herself smiling as well. The succubus was glaring at Marina with such strength that she wondered how the other woman hadn’t combusted in place, and that glare only became more intense when Amabel laughed loudly enough for them to hear her.

  Monique couldn’t hold herself back and started giggling, then cut it short when Gretchen turned that glare on her.

  She looked aside for a few moments, and when she turned back saw the smirk in Gretchen’s lips and huffed. The silence that fell between them wasn’t comfortable, wasn’t anything really, and Monique started looking around, hoping to find anything that would stop her from having to stare at the succubus.

  The other woman was more aware of her emotions than she might wish to, there was no way she could hide her desire from a succubus, and without the shield that Amabel’s presence represented she didn’t know how Gretchen would behave.

  “So…” The smirk in Gretchen’s face indicated nothing good would come out of her mouth. “What was that thing I felt just a little while ago?”

  “Nothing.” Monique mumbled almost immediately, turning her face away. Her cheeks burned with a blush, and Gretchen couldn’t have missed it, but it seemed the succubus decided to have some pity on her. When she looked back at Gretchen, she seemed to be thinking about something.

  “Do you think you’ll be able to find anything about my kind?” Gretchen glanced directly into Monique’s eyes.

  The blue-haired woman swallowed. “I should be able to find something, at least a mention of some kind, anything that will tell us that what the headmistress told you might be true, but it might take some time. I told you before.” She sighed. She could understand Gretchen’s worries, and she didn’t like the thought that she might fail in anything that involved research, it was one of the areas she believed herself stronger, but her mother had always told her to be aware of the pitfalls pride brought a person. “I’ll try my best, though. You can be sure of that.”

  Gretchen considered her promise for some moments, and eventually nodded, a small smile in her lips.

  Monique started smiling back, then breathed deeply as she looked at the courtyard’s entrance and saw the headmistress casually walk in. Her breath caught in her throat, and she glanced directly at the woman’s face.

  At first, it was hard for her to believe the headmistress was a succubus. She couldn’t understand how one would be allowed to command one of the academies of magic, or how families that took such care with their children would send them so close to someone that could warp them beyond repair, own them body and soul. Then she glanced at the woman the next time she saw her, she truly looked at the headmistress and saw something…

  She still wasn’t a hundred percent sure Romanovna was a succubus, but she couldn’t put the possibility apart, and was inclined to believe her roommates. The headmistress was gorgeous enough.

  A tilt of the older woman’s head showed she noticed the attention Monique was dedicating her, and the girl looked aside before thinking about it. Her heart started pounding, and she tried to warn Gretchen, tell her the other woman was right there, but the words seemed to get stuck in her throat.

  Gretchen noticed something wasn’t right with her and opened her mouth, but Monique was so out of it that she didn’t quite hear what her roommate said. When she didn’t answer, Gretchen started to reach out for the blue-haired woman, but before she could finish the headmistress reached their side, and she stilled as well.

  Monique couldn’t take her eyes off the headmistress’s, and then, slowly, the older woman’s lips curved into a smirk, and she swallowed. The older succubus knew that she was aware of what she was, and a shiver of something like dread ran down Monique’s back.

  She wasn’t a succubus like Gretchen, and didn’t hold any interest to the headmistress. She wasn’t powerful like Amabel. If the other female tried to use her powers on her, Monique knew perfectly well she would have difficulty resisting her, especially if she was as powerful as Gretchen let on.

  The headmistress’s smirk only disappeared when Gretchen questioned her.

  “What do you want?” The words were spoken through gritted teeth, and low enough that those near them couldn’t hear Gretchen’s lack of respect, but some of the tension must have shown because more than one set of eyes turned to them.

  Romanovna smiled and dispersed some of the attention they had gathered.

  Monique shivered: that smile was just as cutting as her previous smirk had been, and far crueler. When the woman’s eyes moved once more over her, she shivered, perfectly aware of what the woman might do to her should she will it. Despite the fear, a flash of something else, a sliver of desire, started affecting the blue-haired girl, making her breathe a little harder.

  She only noticed it wasn’t natural when it increased and she started panting, pressing her legs together to try to alleviate the need that grew between her legs. She had to press her lips to stifle a moan that wanted to escape, and after another moment she didn’t even understand why she should.

  “Stop it.” Gretchen’s voice managed to penetrate through the haze swirling inside Monique’s mind, and lowered her lust slightly, but not enough to make her completely comfortable.

  Almost without meaning to, she looked at the headmistress and found the woman’s eyes gazing back at her. I could make you mine. They almost seemed to say. I could make you my puppet and you would love it.

  Monique looked away, unable to meet that gaze for longer.

  “What do you want?” Gretchen’s voice was tense, and her hands were tightened into fists. The words came out through gritted teeth, and only then did Monique notice she wasn’t the only one affected by the headmistress’s presence. Gretchen was tense, but more than that, Monique could tell she was afraid, and that in turn terrified her.

  Maybe it had been the almost dismissive manner Amabel and Gretchen had spoken of the headmistress before, letting her know the older woman was a powerful succubus, but that they had faced her and came on top, that had given her a wrong impression. She started to believe her roommates had nothing to fear from the headmistress, and that meant in turn neither did she, but now…

  Seeing Gretchen so obviously affected, afraid, made her realize she had underestimated the older woman.

  Romanovna tilted her head. “Can’t I interact with my students?”

  “Do you think using your abilities to make one of your students almost fuck herself in front of everyone is something a professor should do?” Gretchen tried for sarcastic, but all that came out was indignation, and Romanovna smirked.

  “It’s wonderful to see you so worried for your roommate. Makes me realize I put you in the right team.” She turned her gaze back to Monique. “Tell me, have you fucked her yet? Have you fed on her?”

  The way it was spoken, the amused edge to the words, made Monique realize there was something more behind that question.

  Before she could try to think on what that was, however, Amabel reached their table and brushed against Romanovna as she made to sit. It was a sudden movement, and none of them had noticed the blonde’s approach, but that wouldn’t be enough to justify the flinch the headmistress released, or the smirk in Amabel’s lips. It was only when she looked into the older woman’s eyes that she realized there was a smidgen of fear there, as the succubus looked at the blonde, and once more Monique wondered what Amabel was.

  If even the headmistress was afraid of her…

  She supposed that explained why Gretchen had been able to speak so carefreely about the older succubus.

  Romanovna opened her mouth, fury in her gaze, but held herself at the last moment, stopping before she made a spectacle, and turned around to leave without another word.