Faustus's Extraordinary New Student, chapter 2

A/N: This chapter is lemony; going forward, this fic will contain lemons.

—

The rest of the day flew by in a haze. Her thoughts kept drifting, but she stayed focused so as not to draw any attention to herself. Once classes were done, she returned to the library to do her homework and then supper passed without incident. Night cam swiftly, and she readied for bed, for she had to be in bed for at least head count.

She counted out the minutes, pretending sleep, till she heard the door open, and then close after the Witch or Warlock on duty had counted that all were in their beds. Waiting another ten minutes, just to be safe, she slipped out of bed and quickly dressed in the bathroom, before she silently slipped out of the room and into the hall.

Stealthily but quickly, she made her way out of the Academy and into the night. Following the path silently, she approached the condemned mall, looking about to see if she was alone, or if Faustus had arrived yet.

Father Blackwood met her at the entrance. "I see you've found the place without incident," he greeted her. "Now, why don't we start with what you're aware you can do. I would like to gain a scope of your conscious abilities. We can work on channelling those. Then we will work towards using emotions to enhance your experience… spellcasting, of course… and after that… well… why don't we see where the night takes us?" His tone was professional and calm, but there was a fire in his eyes. He, himself, was holding something back, something he dared not express… but then, whom better to guide her into channelling her own emotions?

"I did, thanks. It wasn't too hard to find." She smiled up at him, agreeing to his words as she lifted her hands. It took only a moment, before the fire flared up over them, glowing a dark red, but then she shifted the colour to blue and smirked. "Long as the fire is blue, it is safe to touch, but the second it goes red it will burn." She shifted to holding her hands open, palms up and the fire took on the shape of a small fox, that sniffed around in her palm. Closing her hands, the fire dissipated completely.

"I can also make things grow, or heal wounds, and move things just by thinking of it. As well as the basics for everyday life. Cooking, cleaning, housework all with magic. But not much else." She was aware how inexperienced she was. Her father sought to teach her the fundamentals, and not much else. "My father is not big on teaching me anything to do with defensive or offensive magic. Saying I have no need for them." It was true, for is Freya could not lash out at her father, he could keep her under his thumb for as long as he desired.

Father Blackwood listened, keeping his face impassive. The girl was inexperienced, it was true.

"Your father surely understands that, as a student, you will need to learn defensive and offensive magic both?" he queried. "It wouldn't do to have you lacking in knowledge compared to your peers. You'd be a defenceless lamb, ripe for the… Ah… yes. I see. Work hard, then, Miss Hew; you've got a lot of catching up to do. We will begin with defensive magic."

And with that, he explained the first defensive spell, then demonstrated.

"He doesn't care, Father." Freya answered honestly, looking up at Faustus. "He thinks it unwise to teach me, because I cannot defy him if I am not strong enough." Her eyes flashed in hidden anger till she caught herself.

She watched as Faustus explained the first defensive spell and listened, copying his movements a few times till she thought she had it right. Then, she said the words and the movements, and a wall of wavy light appeared all around her. Her very first, shield.

Eagerly, she looked back at Faustus, to see what would be next for her to learn. She was a fast learner and caught on quick, but she was also, as he said, inexperienced. She would have to pace herself to not tire out so quickly.

"You're plenty strong enough," said Father Blackwood without thinking. Then he amended, "What you lack are simply the tools."

"Hmm" was his only comment on the shield, then, "Again." He would teach her the foundational things, slowly, building up her stamina. "This time, harness that— emotion you were feeling to strengthen the shield. Remember, if your father forbids you from protecting yourself, you also can't protect your brother. Isn't that right… Freya?"

Hearing his words, Freya blushed faintly. Nodding, she let her shield fall and took up the proper stance again. She could do this. This was so simple.

Freya's eyes snapped fire at Faustus's provocations and the very idea that someone hurting her brother enraged her. "No!" Using that emotion, as well as saying the words and preforming the movement, her shield instantly flared, stronger, brighter than before.

Faustus's eyes lit up and he smiled, a true, joyful smile. "Good!" he praised her. "Most excellent! Do you see now? You can channel emotions, both pleasant and unpleasant, to strengthen your spells. The more you practice with that, with channelling and controlling your emotions, the less likely you are to… lose control, do you see?" He was gibbering, excited, babbling like a schoolboy, butterflies in his stomach, but they were alone. Nobody could see or hear them; they were completely alone, so he felt comfortable letting down his hair, so to speak.

Freya was ecstatic, that she was able to perform the spell for her shield so well. If she could do this, she could do more. Her grin was bright as she looked back at Faustus and noted his excitement, and it influenced her own. "I see what you mean, Faus—Father. I did feel different that time. Not like it wasn't me controlling it. Not like I was on the outside, watching, but…like it was inside me and I could make it work for me. I can't explain it right, but it felt…GOOD!" She giggled softly as she smiled up at him. His excitement was a delight, and she bit her lip as her eyes met and held his. His excited babbling had her giggling softly, as he looked positively boyish! That feeling of heat wafted up inside her again only this time, it wasn't all her magic, but that pull again. This was so nice, being able to spend time with him alone like this!

"Good. Again. This time… how about an incentive, instead of a threat? If you can make a stronger shield… you shall earn a kiss."

Freya's smile turned wicked as she let the shield she had made before drop. Closing her eyes this time, she felt the magic creep up within her but strangely, also her fire gift at the same time. Not reading too much into it and just reacting, she said the spell, preformed the movement and the shield that formed around her was not only strong, but also reflected her fire, undulating in hot, fiery waves around her as she opened her eyes and smirked. She was able to hold this one far longer before she had to let it drop. That one, was a bit more tiring then the rest. She looked up at Faustus, almost shyly. "I believe, I earned that kiss……" She blushed.

The shield was, in Father Blackwood's opinion, magnificent. Not only was it powerful enough to deflect just about anything thrown at it, it could also be used offensively if she so chose.

"And so you did," Father Blackwood said, moving close to her as she dropped the shield. "Ladies' choice."

It took her a moment to comprehend exactly what Faustus meant by 'Ladies Choice' and she damn near blushed all the way to her toes when she finally got it.

Realizing how close he was, she could all but feel his power radiating from him in waves, as well as….was that desire? He desired her?! For a full second, she couldn't breathe, but she found her voice and answered him. "Where else would you kiss me, Faustus?" She answered boldly, not realizing she had used his given name for the first time. "A proper kiss, if you please…" She acted bold, but she sure didn't feel it. Not right now at least.

Her shyness really was endearing, Faustus thought, as he watched her with hooded eyes, awaiting her response.

When it turned out to be a question, he smiled a wide, devilish smile and dropped to his knees before her. "Then a proper kiss, you shall have," he said, sliding a hand up her skirt.

"Whoa! Wait—what are you doing?" Her voice had a slight surprised timber as she reached and grabbed his hand as if to stop him, her eyes furrowed slightly. She had no idea what was happening, nor why her heart had leaped in her chest as he had dropped to his knees before her and touched for the first time. Again, she was finding it hard to breathe. "I said kiss me….?"

"And I intend to, little witch… but you did ask me where I'd like to kiss you." He slowly moved both hands up her outer thighs until he found her underwear. "May I?"

Her jaw moved, but no words came out as she stared down at Faustus. Her body trembled ever so slightly at his touch, as she nodded down at him. Eyes wide as hers met and held his. "Yes Faustus…." It came out as nearly a whisper, for she had never done anything like this before, and the fact that he, Faustus Blackwood was on his knees before her was a little heady to say the least. Again, his name left her lips unbidden, and she failed to realize it, nor the fact that he failed to correct her.

Faustus smiled charmingly at her and slowly, ever so slowly, slid down her panties. "Very good," he purred, as he ducked under her skirt and parted her lips with his thumbs. "Now… say, 'I want you to kiss me, Father Blackwood.'"

Freya physically gulped as she watched Faustus undress her partly and disappear under her skirt. Feeling his fingers at her most intimate places, she almost swooned and he hadn't even done anything yet. Remembering how to breathe, she managed to ask without a break to her voice.

"I want you to kiss me, Father Blackwood."

Her eyes had slide shut by this point, and she was trembling in anticipation. So commanding and yet still so gentle. This was a side she had never seen of him before, and she secretly revelled in it!

Faustus smirked. "As you wish," he said. He ran his tongue between her lips, flicking at her most sensitive area, then rolling in a semicircle over it. He paid the most attention here, though occasionally dipped his tongue into her as well, moving his hands to her hips to hold her steady and whispering against her an incantation to make this abandoned building soundproof, just in case….

A loud, pleasure filled moan escaped her lips as Faustus tasted her for the first time. Her eyes slid closed again as her head tilted back a bit, a look of pure delight etched itself onto her features as her knees and legs trembled as Faustus continued to tease her, which pulled a deep throated moan out of her lips. His hands were the only thing keeping her from collapsing. This sensation felt wonderful, and all her thoughts flew away on a cloud of bliss. "Satan have mercy on me…" She whispered as she bit her lip and whimpered softly. This all felt so GOOD!

Encouraged by her sounds of pleasure, Faustus moved his tongue enthusiastically, slipping it inside her and swirling it around for a moment before circling her nub with the tip of his tongue. It was the first time he'd wanted to do something this vulgar, this delectable, with a woman, and Freya was undoubtedly a woman. The fact that she was his student seemed so remote now. He felt himself becoming aroused as well, listening to her moan, feeling her body shake in his hands.

"Good girl," he whispered. "Do you know, I've wanted to do this from the second I laid eyes on you?"

His praise made her wetter as she looked down at where he was, but unable to see him, she whimpered and bit her lip harder as her body bucked in his hands. For her, this was a first, in anything and she could only thank the Dark Lord for allowing it to be HIM to teach her.

"I wanted you, from the moment our eyes met, Father Blackwood." She gasped out as she reached for where his shoulders should be and dug her nails into his body that she managed to find purchase. She was going to collapse if he kept this up for much longer, and that wasn't all as she felt something within her building up as well.

Sensing this, he maneuvered her legs up over his shoulders and gently placed her so that her back was on the floor, and he was on all fours continuing to pleasure her. He worked on instinct and intuition, having never done anything like this before, having never done anything beyond the bare minimum required to procreate with his wife.

"That's it, girl. Show me how much you like this," he growled as he came up for air before diving back to continue his ministrations.

Laying down with his help, Freya's sensations skyrocketed now that she didn't have to focus on falling over or on top of him. Her body quivered as she threw her head back, a look of pure ecstasy graced her face as her eyes opened to look down at him and then closed as she moaned so loudly it almost echoed around them. Her fists sought purchase but found only tile underneath her, so she pressed her fists hard into the floor under her and focused on breathing past the bliss that threatened to drown her.

Hearing his command and seeing the way he looked at her before he went back down on her, her body tensed as she came screaming his name for the first time in her life. "FAUSTUS!!!!!!"

Smiling with triumphant delight, Faustus pulled back and licked his lips. He would certainly need to punish himself for this later tonight, but for now, it was time to get Freya back to the academy.

"Work diligently, and you shall be rewarded," he husked at her. "Now, I do suggest you clean yourself up and head to bed…."

Gasping as she came down off the most wonderful high she had ever felt, Freya took a moment, to steady her breathing as she then slowly sat up, fixing her skirt about her as she looked up at Faustus. "I will…I promise." Her words soft as she boldly leaned forward and planted a soft kiss to his cheek, without thinking and then stood.

She righted herself and threw a smile over her shoulder at Faustus as she walked down the path back to the Academy. Her steps light, as she walked. But Unknown to them both, their departure was not unseen. The Dark Lord sees everything……

She made it back in time to clean up, slip into her night gown and snuggle into her blankets. But sleep was slow in coming again, as she bit her lip and laid there, thinking of Faustus and replaying their stolen moment together. The way he had looked at her, the way his tongue had felt against her skin, his hands, so strong as they held her, and the commanding tone in his voice. It was all so perfect. Only, just before dawn, did she fade into dreams.

Next!