Chapter 80: Being Quite Passionate

Chapter 80: Chapter 80: Being Quite Passionate

"You will regret this, human," Tharwok said, stretching out his hands. The blood still leaking from every demon corpse on the ground began to rise and flow toward him

He absorbed it all through his palms. The aura around him thickened. Veins bulged across his face, and two small horns began to push up from his skull, growing larger and uglier by the second—uglier even than his face.

Blood was the true source of a demon’s power, the thing that set them completely apart from humans who drew strength from the mana of the natural world. Demons were called evil precisely because of that source and because of the constant urge to slaughter others in order to grow stronger. Xavier could feel Tharwok’s power rising with every drop he absorbed. The corpses on the ground shrank and dried until nothing remained but wrinkled skin clinging to bare skeletons.

"I take my words back," Miss Incinerator sneered. "This thing is even uglier than that greenskin."

"It sure is," Xavier agreed.

He swung the black blade. A slash of flames roared toward the demon. Tharwok simply stood there. The fire washed over his body and vanished, leaving him unharmed.

"I told you, human—you will regret this. Your luck ran out the moment you crossed paths with me." Tharwok clenched his fists. A tiny black orb of dense energy formed above his head, hovering between the outward-curving horns. Xavier could feel the intensity of the power gathering there.

That is going to hurt.

The next instant the demon flicked his head forward and launched a beam of dark energy straight at Xavier. Xavier raised the blade and deflected the beam sideways.

He never sensed the follow-up. Tharwok had already closed the distance and drove a fist deep into his gut. The impact folded Xavier’s stomach and sent him flying. His back smashed into the thick trunk of a black tree.

"What are you doing? Use my full power!" Miss Incinerator’s sharp voice rang in his ears.

She was right. There was no point holding back if he was going to die.

He landed on his feet and tightened his grip on the hilt.

"Die, human!" Tharwok screamed, preparing to charge again—then the ground beneath his feet began to shake.

An earthquake? Here?

The earth under the demon collapsed. Tharwok plunged into a freshly opened pit. His scream echoed up from the darkness, followed by the wet crunch of bones and the heavy sound of something enormous chewing. The screams faded. Silence returned.

Xavier’s senses caught movement from the direction of the cave—neither goblins nor more demons.

"Xavieeeer!"

Fiona was racing toward him. She leapt cleanly over the wide pit and landed against his chest, wrapping him in a tight hug. Xavier returned the embrace at once, though he knew what had just happened was not Fiona’s doing. Footsteps followed close behind, Professor Freya and the rest of his team.

"Are you all right?" Freya asked.

"Yes, Professor. I’m fine." He glanced at the deep pit. "Just what was that?"

"That was my contracted beast, Hollowmaw." She raised one hand. A huge magical circle appeared above the hole. The ground trembled once more and the pit sealed itself with dirt and soil in an instant.

Hollowmaw was a magical beast similar to a behemoth-sized sandworm, its mouth lined with hundreds upon hundreds of teeth.

"Make sure you tell no one about the demons—not even the students on your team. We’ll talk once we return to the academy," Freya whispered, kneeling beside him to check for injuries. She had disposed of Tharwok before any of the other students could see the scene.

The dried demon corpses had already crumbled to dust. Only the basilisk’s body remained. Xavier’s teammates believed he had hunted the serpent alone.

Once Freya was satisfied he had no serious wounds, she led the group back toward camp. The students carved as much meat as they could carry from the basilisk and brought it with them for dinner.

Fiona kept a firm grip on Xavier’s arm sinking into the deep cleavage of her full, soft mounds the entire way, refusing to let go for even a second.

"Xavier, man, you sure gave us a scare. Don’t do that again," Allen said, tapping his shoulder.

"Haha. I’ll try not to worry you in the future," Xavier replied.

They reached the main camp, built a fire, and cooked the meat. The excess was shared with the other teams that had failed to make a kill. After dinner every student retreated to their tents for the night.

Xavier lay in his own compartment of the team tent. The tents were compound shelters—a large outer structure containing separate private compartments, each with soft cushion-like mats on the floor instead of beds.

Near the middle of the night, he heard low, muffled moans from the compartment right beside his. Allen’s space.

Mmm... ahh... nnnh

Just what is he doing? Xavier wondered—then recognized the voice. It was Benny. Apparently, the intensity of the battle they had shared, and the way Benny had been carried off, had ignited something in both of them. A small smile curved Xavier’s lip. He felt almost like a proud father watching his son grow up.

Ahhh... mmmph... ohh...

The curtain of his own compartment slid open, then closed again. A moment later soft, plump heat pressed against his body; two heavy mounds spilled across his chest. His arms moved at once, wrapping the warm softness in a tight embrace.

Nnh...

"Were you worried about me?" he asked.

"Yes, Master," Fiona answered.

Ahhnn...

The darkness was absolute. Neither of them could see a thing.

Xavier slid one hand up through her silky hair, cupped the back of her head, and pulled her face to his, sealing her soft lips in a gentle kiss.

Mwah... mmm...

In the background the muffled moans continued—Benny’s, growing steadily louder.

Aaah... nnnh... mmmph...!

"They’re being quite passionate," Xavier murmured between warm kisses.

Mmm... Nnh...

"I told her to just go for it—invade his space and start sucking him," Fiona replied.

Xavier was surprised. He knew Benny was Fiona’s close friend, but he had no idea Fiona had pushed her into making the first move.

"You naughty little vixen," he said, and slid his hand down to give her ass a light spank.

Ahhn—!