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Breathing hard, Helena lay on top of Arthur, the two of them melting into each other — exhausted from climaxing, bodies still warm.
Helena's eyes fluttered open. She looked at him.
"How was that for my skills?"
A slight grin crossed her face.
"Fabulous," Arthur replied, grinning back and pulled her in for a kiss. The two of them got lost in each other's lips for a moment, slow and unhurried, the taste of sweat and satisfaction between them.
All the while, Damien and Vespa were very much still going.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
"You like that, you dirty whore? You keep tightening up every time I slap your ass." He grabbed a fistful of Vespa's silver hair and yanked her back hard, not caring about the state of her as he pummeled away from behind. Her ass cheeks were red, almost bruising from the relentless strikes.
"Sing to me. Tell me how much better I am than that worthless bastard Arthur."
"You're the best, Damien—" Vespa cried out, playing her role. "You're the best I've ever had. Your cock's so big — you make me feel so good—"
She tried to enjoy it. It wasn't bad. Just a little lackluster for her taste.
"Damn right." Damien's grip tightened. "I'm going to cum—"
He pulled out and jerked himself over her, unleashing across her back marking her, staining her skin with his finish.
"Ah—" Damien groaned, pulling back to admire what he'd left on her. "Damn. You look so sexy like that."
He smacked her ass one more time for good measure.
"But you're still so wet down here." He shoved his fingers in, working her. "I guess I could give you another round."
His cock was already springing back to life.
"But first clean me up. Suck me off, you filthy bitch."
Vespa turned around obediently and opened her mouth.
"Yes, master."
She took him in whole.
Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.
Vespa took her time, making sure to clean every inch of Damien's cock. She worked with mechanical precision, her tongue swirling around his shaft as she bobbed her head in a steady, practiced rhythm all while her amber eyes lifted to meet his.
Damien groaned, one hand finding the back of her silver hair, applying pressure.
"Go deeper."
He pushed her down to the base. She took it without gagging, her experience obvious, the suction and pressure drawing a sharp sound out of him.
"Fuck. Goddamn." His head dropped back. "You're wasted on that Webb bastard."
Pop.
She pulled off, releasing his cock standing hard and tall again from her efforts. Her hand wrapped around the base, stroking him slowly as she licked her lips.
"You know," she said, her tone dripping with suggestion, "we could go for another round but don't you need to be studying for that tournament of yours?"
She brought her lips back down to his shaft, taking him in.
"I wouldn't worry about something so small." Damien waved a hand, nonchalant, continuing to enjoy the feel of her mouth. "I'll walk in, wave my hand, and everyone will fall at my feet. Nobody can touch my bloodline."
Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.
Vespa hummed around his shaft, her tongue dragging slowly across him, making him twitch. She pulled off just enough to give him room to speak.
"I believe it." She kissed the tip softly. "But what about the other students? Surely some of them have been preparing."
"Let them prepare." Damien waved a hand lazily. "My father has already sent me everything I need to make sure the tournament goes exactly as planned. I'll be using my points to exchange favors special arrangements for those who do my bidding. The tournament won't just be about who's strongest. It'll be about who can afford to win. And nobody outspends House Blackwell."
Vespa's tongue traced a slow circle around him.
"And what about Arthur?"
Damien's face soured immediately.
"Webb?" He scoffed. "He's finished. He wasted his points trying to get you into this school while I get to enjoy your company." His voice hardened. "Don't put him on the same pedestal as me you're just someone I happen to like."
He slapped her across the face, making his point.
"He threw away whatever little he had on you when he could've used it to prepare. A fool." Damien's expression settled into something satisfied and cold. "So when the tournament comes, he'll be destroyed and I'm going to break him in front of everybody. The whole school will see the gap between us."
A cruel smile spread across his face.
"It'll be the best day of my life."
—--
Helena and Arthur, having watched the whole thing, turned to look at each other as Damien and Vespa went back at it behind them.
Helena coughed into her closed fist.
"So, um... is it true? Do you actually have no Exchange points left?"
She asked it quietly, her eyes searching his face.
Arthur's gaze lingered on the spirit vision for a moment longer before he let it fade. He turned back to her and scoffed not the sound of a man who'd just heard a threat, but the sound of someone swatting a fly.
"Damien thinks spending his father's money changes the outcome. But the difference between us is that while he has the funds to procure tools and lackeys, he doesn't know how to use them." A quiet pause. "He keeps thinking that more resources solve the problem. I'll show him what it truly means to use the tools you already have on hand."
His eyes shifted to Helena.
"Starting with you."
"Eep—"
Helena squeaked as Arthur's hands swept across her body, finding her chest and groping freely.
"Hey— don't change the subject like that—"
"Too late." His grip didn't let up. "If I'm going to prepare you properly, we have more work to do."
He brought his lips against hers, reigniting the heat between them as Helena's protests dissolved into the kiss. Whatever questions she had about the tournament, about Damien, about Exchange points they could wait.
The two of them settled back into the rest of their night.