[Random Girl POV]
Chaos had already swallowed the docks by the time the Poe Cup began. Sirens flaunted shimmering scales, wolves howled just to show off, vampires brooded in every patch of shade, and a few overexcited jesters bounced around like cursed mascots. Headmaster Weems was delivering her pompous little speech, but nobody was really listening. Everyone's eyes were on the canoes.
This year we might actually win, I tightened my grip on the paddle, with Enid and Wednesday on our team — queens of Nevermore.
Enid was at the front, making a short motivational speech, her voice cutting through the noise. Wednesday stood a little apart, her black uniform immaculate, her posture perfectly still.
That was when the black cat appeared, a slick, inky little thing that padded right up to Wednesday. It bumped against her boots like it owned the place. Wednesday wrinkled her nose, nudged it away with the tip of her boot, and the cat just blinked up at her, tail curling like a question mark.
"Be nice to the cat," Enid scolded lightly, crouching to scoop the creature up before it got kicked again. The cat purred, pressing its head against her chest like she was the only human it had ever liked.
"You spoil it too much," Wednesday muttered without looking at the cat.
Enid laughed, stroking the strange creature's slick fur and then looked at us. "That's our mascot. Percy made it!"
I stared at them silently, my fingers tightening on the paddle. Jealousy burned in me for Enid. Not because Perseus is beautiful or kind or perfect. But because I saw how she changed under him — from a normal girl like me into someone confident, popular, untouchable.
She used to be just another face in the hall, just another awkward girl. Now she had Perseus at her side, and a-cat purring in her arms like she was some heroine in a story. She was lucky. It could have been me. Should have been me. What has she more than me?
The black cat leapt onto the prow of our canoe as we climbed in, tail twitching like it was already keeping rhythm for us. Weems signaled the start, and paddles hit water. We surged forward.
"Fuck," Xavier muttered from another boat, pointing. "It's that cat. Fuck you Percy and 'I don't care about who wins the race'…"
Huh? It's just a cat. Even I want to pet it and cuddle it. Why is Bianca's boyfriend so scared?
But as the race went on, I started to understand. Our boat flew across the water, Wednesday and Enid pulling like demons, the strange cat crouched at the prow and meowing in time with our strokes, its tail swaying like a metronome.
Ahead, Bianca's team closed in, their canoes knifing through the lake. She must have seen the danger our team posed and wanted to destroy us early.
Then the cat meowed again and opened its mouth.
Black tentacles burst out, lashing across the water. The other canoe and its people vanished in a wet crack of sound — swallowed whole, like a nightmare.
Everyone on our boat froze. Wednesday stopped paddling, walked to the prow, and stroked the cat's head. "Good job," she said calmly. "Now digest them."
Enid stopped paddling too. "Wendy… stop being mean," she whispered, grabbed the cat by the scruff and pulled it up. "Spit it out," she ordered, patting the back of the cat until it spat the other team back into the lake, dripping with saliva.
Bianca gaped. "What the hell?"
From the water, Divina's voice rang out, furious and muffled by slime: "Fuck you, Percy! When I get out, I'll kill you! I will cut your dick and shove it in your ass. I will *****"
Our boat surged ahead again. I stared at the cat, its head tilted at Wednesday as if begging for affection. In that moment, two thoughts crossed my mind: first, Divina has… a very large vocabulary and second, I no longer have the urge to cuddle the cat.
[Perseus POV]
I followed along the sideline, keeping my eyes on the canoe carrying my two girlfriends. Enid practically glowed, her body taut with energy, the uniform hugging every curve. Her blonde hair caught the sunlight, and her eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and allure.
Also… did she shove a couple of pads in her bra, or were they always that big? I'll have to check after the race. For scientific purposes, of course.
Wednesday, on the other hand, was the complete opposite, pale, her braid a dark slash against the black suit. The uniform clung to her form, outlining her lean muscles and highlighting her natural grace.
They looked devastatingly beautiful. I could stand here and watch them for hours… oh wait, I can make them put these uniforms on whenever I want. Heh.
On the lake, their canoe surged forward. Enid cheered, her voice carrying across the water like a spark, while Wednesday rowed mercilessly, mechanical and elegant.
They reached Raven Island, snagged the flag, and sprinted back to the boat.
Nothing stood in their way. They crossed the finish line first.
They won.
Enid screamed with joy, while Wednesday, of course, didn't move — she stood tall in the canoe, flag raised high like a dark queen presiding over the funeral of her enemies. Her eyes gleamed sharp and merciless, as if this had never been a race at all but a carefully staged execution.
As soon as they docked, Enid bolted toward me. Before I could react, she threw her arms around my neck.
I held her steady, letting her press against me. "You won. I'm proud of you."
She clung tighter, burying her face against me for just a second, breathing me in. Then she leaned up, her voice a breath against my ear. "Meet me in a few minutes in the Black Cat tent."
And just like that, she slipped from my arms and vanished into the crowd, sunlight chasing the glitter in her hair.
A slow smile curled across my mouth.
Oh? An angel straight from heaven? You always understand me so well. Seems my little scientific experiment might finally get its… hands-on trial in a few minutes. Hehehe
Maybe I should let my girls win the Poe Cup more often if it gets me this kind of reward.
After a few minutes, I entered the tent and found Wednesday, still clad in her sexy black cat costume, standing directly in front of me.
I stared at her for a few seconds, half-wondering if I'd stepped into the wrong tent. Before I could even glance back toward the flap, she shoved me hard against a wooden wardrobe.
The force of her push took me by surprise and suddenly I was pinned, staring into her intense, emotionless eyes.
For a second I wondered if she was angry. Did she think I'd helped her too much during the race? Or did she meant something else entirely? Girls were sometimes difficult to understand.
Before I could open my mouth, Wednesday's lips crashed into mine. It was fiery, hungry, and primordial, as if all the pent-up emotions of the day had culminated in this single, passionate moment. Her lips were soft yet demanding, her tongue exploring my mouth with ferocity, like she was claiming ground rather than sharing it.
My hands slid down instinctively, gripping the firm curve of her ass, pulling her tighter against me. The world around us seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us in this intimate embrace.
Then, just as it was getting good, she caught my wrists. Calmly, almost gently, she peeled my hands away from her ass and guided them behind my back.
Click.
…HUH?
She took a step back, leaving me pinned against the wardrobe, and for the first time I noticed the cold bite of metal around my wrists.
Handcuffs.
I looked down and blinked at them, then back at her. Wednesday stood a pace away, calm as ever, her eyes gleaming with the faintest trace of amusement.
Handcuffs? Is this some kind of kink she's into?
I tugged lightly at the chain. It rattled uselessly.
I… don't mind where this is going.
As for my human rights? Silence, brain. The penis is thinking.
[Wednesday POV]
I stepped back from him, making some space between us. The cuffs glinted faintly in the dim light, pinning his wrists behind him, yet he looked entirely too composed. Calm, collected, as if being restrained were some private amusement. His lips even curved into the shadow of a smile.
I studied it in detail. The way his shoulders stayed loose instead of straining. The way his gaze didn't flicker toward the exit but stayed fixed on me, steady, provoking. That smile was meant to unsettle, to tell me that no matter what I did, he was still in control.
But even behind that calm facade, I caught it, the flicker in his eyes. He wanted me to believe he was untouchable, but his body betrayed him in ways words never could.
The tent flap rustled, and Enid slipped inside. She paused for half a heartbeat, then broke into a grin the moment she saw him bound against the wardrobe.
"Oh, that's unexpectedly hot," she whispered dramatically. "Who knew chains would suit you?"
She walked closer, eyes bright with mischief. "You look adorable like that." Her hand slid over his chest, tracing the line of muscle through the fabric, before she lifted a single finger toward his mouth.
"Lick it, like a good boy."
For a moment he parted his lips as if to cooperate, then snapped them shut, teeth grazing her fingertip with mock ferocity. She yelped and jerked back, laughing.
"Careful," she teased. "Biting the hand that feeds you is bad manners."
Her gaze flicked to me then, still smiling. "His first soft spot… not really a soft spot, more like a kink." She leaned in closer to him, voice dropping to a playful whisper. "He likes it when I give in, when I submit. He makes me beg, makes me plead, and if I faint from exhaustion, he enjoys that even more. He likes to toy with my body, while my brain is melding in pleasure."
I observed carefully. That was logic. At the end, he is like me, we both crave the same thing. To watch our prey break, to see their defiance burn out and collapse into submission. The struggle is what makes the surrender worthwhile.
But looking at Enid now, so daring, so unafraid, I could only draw one conclusion: she had suffered greatly under him before. This mocking, this taunting, was not simple playfulness. It was payback, wrapped in a smile.
Still, she had forgotten something. The more she let him suffer now, the harsher the lesson would be when Percy reminded her later who truly was the alpha.
Enid's hand drifted up toward his face. "Second soft spot… his earlobe." She leaned in, letting her tongue trace the curve before sucking lightly. He shivered visibly, his body betraying him.
I tilted my head. Sensation linked to nerves, proximity to vital areas. Yes, that would unsettle him. A reminder of mortality disguised as intimacy.
Enid chuckled, pulling back. Her lips brushed his cheek, then his jaw, scattering little kisses down the line of his neck, while her fingers slid into his dark hair, tugging playfully. "Third soft spot. Play with his hair."
I studied his expression. His eyes half-lidded, the sarcasm fading. The only person I had ever seen touch his hair before was his grandmother. Perhaps he grew up equating it with affection and now interprets it as intimacy when his partners repeat the gesture.
Or maybe he was just a dog in his past life, waiting to be petted.
Enid grinned, lowering her mouth again. "Fourth soft spot - licking." She dragged her tongue across the side of his throat, slow and deliberate. He exhaled sharply, the mask cracking for a moment.
So that was it. When I licked the bloody tears from his face… he never pulled away. His mind simply went blank. He liked it.
Her lips wandered lower, pressing little smooches along his skin. "Fifth soft spot - kisses. Everywhere. His cheeks, his jaw, his neck." Perseus shifted slightly, his shoulders loosening despite himself.
Scattered affection. Disarming, childish even, yet his body betrayed him, leaning into it. For someone who thrives on control, surrendering to something so simple is pathetic.
Enid's smile widened. She caressed his chest slowly, her fingertips tracing the faint outline of muscle, before her hand slid lower, dragging deliberately down his torso until she pressed against his crotch.
"And the last?" she purred. "His favorite. Anything with his cock. But what he likes most…" she paused, leaning closer, "…is when you're on your knees."
I did not flinch, only watched. That reaction was predictable. The body's most fragile point, overloaded with sensation.
Enid pressed closer, her lips brushing against his neck, fingers tracing over his chest, lost in the brief illusion of domination.
Then I stepped forward, my voice cutting through the air. "I told you to show me, not tell me. You skipped two of his weak points."
I moved behind Enid. With one precise push, I guided her down onto her knees in front of Perseus, keeping my gaze locked directly on his eyes.
[Perseus POV]
Wednesday's hand pressed down on Enid's shoulder, and just like that, she was on her knees in front of me. Enid let out a small, surprised gasp.
I looked at Enid, watching how confusion clouded her face as she tried to process what was happening.
Oh, Enid, I almost feel sorry for you. You think Wednesday's going to cooperate with you? No. She's studying. Memorizing my weak points so that when we finally do the act, she won't be passive… You're here, just like me, nothing more than a subject in her experiment.
Wednesday's fingers glided over my skin as she unzipped my trousers. Her cold fingers wrapped around my cock, sending a jolt of sensation through me.
She stroked it lightly, a light smile playing on her lips as she commented, "It's long enough to reach my cervix. That's good, so when you take my virginity, you can push it up until there to maximize the pain."
With a lazy grip, she positioned my cock in front of Enid's mouth. Enid's eyes widened, but her lips parted instinctively, ready to receive.
Enid's warm breath caressing my skin before she opened her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue to engulf me completely.
Every inch of her throat wrapped warmly around me, her tongue teasing the sensitive tip with tantalizing precision. She drew back just enough to gasp for air, but before she could continue, Wednesday placed a hand on Enid's head and violently pushed her forward, engulfing me completely until her nose was squished against my pubic hair.
"Sloppy work is intolerable, Enid. Fix it." Wednesday commanded, her voice firm and authoritative.
She began to move Enid's head in a rhythm, sometimes fast and urgent, other times slow and teasing, her eyes locked on my face, studying my reactions to gauge where I felt the most pleasure.
I watched as Enid's eyes rolled back slightly, her saliva dripping down her chin, creating a messy, erotic sight. Her face turned a deep shade of red, her struggles to breathe evident as she fought to keep up with Wednesday's demands, her body trembling.
As the intensity of the moment reached its peak, I felt myself erupting with a force that seemed to consume me entirely. A deep, guttural groan escaped my lips, mingling with the sounds of our ragged breathing. I came in powerful, pulsating waves, filling Enid's mouth with buckets of cum.
Wednesday still had her hand firmly on Enid's head, holding her in place as she struggled to swallow the copious amount of cum. Enid's eyes rolled back, her throat working overtime to accommodate the sudden influx. The sound of her gagging and swallowing filled the air.
A bit of cum leaked from her mouth, dripping down her chin and neck, adding to the raw, primal eroticism of the scene. Her breaths came in short, sharp gasps, her body trembling with the effort to swallow everything. The sight of her, so utterly submissive and desperate, sent a final wave of pleasure crashing through me.
After what felt like an eternity, Wednesday finally released her hand from Enid's head. Enid collapsed to the floor, her body spent and trembling. Cum still leaked from her mouth. She lay there, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath, her eyes closed in a mix of exhaustion.
The room was filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing, the occasional cough or gasp from Enid as she tried to recover.
Wednesday stopped looking at Enid and placed a hand on my cock stroking it lightly until it became hard again. She looked at me, licking the cum that stained her hands after stroking my cock, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and dominance. "It's salty and bitter… I like it." she said, her voice a low growl. "Now, to stage two of the experiment," she added, her lips curling into a smirk.
With a swift, almost casual motion, Wednesday reached behind her back and produced a knife, the blade glinting menacingly in the dim light. She moved towards Enid, still laying there, her body trembling slightly from the intensity of the previous moment. Wednesday's movements were precise, as she brought the knife to Enid's neck, the cold metal pressing gently against her skin.
As Wednesday began to cut, the fabric of Enid's costume parted with a soft hiss, revealing inch by inch of her pale, flawless skin. The blade moved downwards, starting at the base of her throat, the chest parts of her uniform suddenly expanding as the fabric fell away, exposing her breasts, full and perfect, her nipples hardening in the cool air.
The knife continued its descent, the fabric falling away to reveal Enid's toned stomach, her navel a small, enticing dip in the landscape of her body. The blade moved lower still, the fabric parting to reveal the blonde curls of Enid's pubic hair.
While all this happened, Enid remained perfectly still, her breath coming in soft, controlled gasps, a happy smile playing on her lips despite the cum that leaked from her mouth, staining her face. Her eyes, half-lidded and glazed with a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction.
The sight of her, so utterly exposed and vulnerable, sent a rush of heat through my veins, a primal, unfiltered desire that left me aching for more. In that moment, I was utterly captivated, by the unfiltered eroticism of the scene.
Wednesday took Enid's wrists in her cold hands and guided them toward the iron cuffs bolted into the side of the wardrobe.
"So we can experiment in peace, without the subject moving too much," Wednesday murmured, her voice dropping into a low, sadistic growl.
Enid still wore her silly smile, but suddenly she moved. In one fluid motion, Enid pinned Wednesday under her, her body pressing firmly against Wednesday's. With another swift motion, she locked the cuffs on Wednesday's wrists instead.
"Free me," Wednesday commanded, her tone flat but edged with annoyance.
Enid laughed, playful and cruel all at once. "Had your fun? Now it's my turn." Her voice dropped into a purr.
Her hand rose slowly, fingers stretching, and with a sickening crack her claws slid out—long, gleaming and sharp.
She pressed one claw against Wednesday's pale neck and drew it downward, slow, deliberate, through the middle of Wednesday's costume.
The fabric slid aside slowly, revealing the pale smoothness of Wednesday's skin, exposing the subtle curve of her breasts. The cut of the cloth still clung stubbornly across her breasts, concealing what lay beneath, leaving the rest to imagination.
Enid's claws continued lower, slicing through fabric, exposing more skin with each deliberate cut. Wednesday didn't flinch. Her gaze burned with hate as she stared into Enid's eyes, then shifted coldly, deliberately, to me.
"Enid," I said, my voice calm, almost casual, "you know that until now I've only kissed Wednesday. Touched her, yes. But I've never seen her truly naked."
Enid froze. Her hand stopped mid-cut, her head turning slowly toward me. Terror flickered in her bright eyes. "You mean… am I already dead?"
A short laugh slipped from me. With one fluid movement I broke free from the handcuffs and stepped closer, wrapping my arms around Enid from behind, cupping one of her breasts and gaining a soft moan from her. My eyes never left Wednesday as she lay cuffed, her uniform half in ruins.
"Don't worry," I murmured against Enid's ear. "I'll make sure Wednesday will appreciate it so much, that she will be thankful afterwards."
With one finger, I slowly touched Wednesday's navel, and I could see her skin reddening and her body convulsing.
"You're cheating," she said through gritted teeth.
I replied with a smile. "Stop moving too much, or you'll expose more than you want."
As for her allegation of cheating? Please. I'm a good boy… I'm definitely not using her sweat as ink to trace symbols across her skin and infuse them with the concept of heightening her pleasure to a 'small' level.
I traced my fingers up her skin, feeling the shiver that ran through her, the subtle tremble that betrayed her growing arousal.
"If you didn't feel anything, it wouldn't be working, would it?" I added, my voice a low, teasing purr.
Wednesday's breaths came in short, sharp gasps, her body trembling with the effort to hold back her orgasm. But it was no use.
Suddenly, she spasmed, her back arching off the ground as a wave of pleasure crashed over her. Despite the intensity of her release, she refused to moan aloud, her lips pressed together in a thin line, her jaw clenched with the effort to hold back the sounds.
Enid leaned in, her breath hot against my ear as she whispered, "Please… I also want to get fucked silly." Her voice was a low, sultry purr, a plea as her eyes slid toward Wednesday's face.
I stood there, my hands exploring Enid's breasts, feeling their weight and fullness, my fingers teasing her nipples until they hardened into tight peaks, while she was begging me to fuck her silly
Meanwhile, Wednesday lay there, her body convulsing with each stroke of my finger on her skin. Her eyes rolling back as wave after wave of orgasm crashed over her.
At that moment, I realized I might just be the luckiest bastard alive.
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Author Note:
Big thanks to Opresiet, M7TH1C and Anselius (Ex Lax hehehe) for pointing out some problems in this chapter, which pushed me to write a better one.