Faustus's Extraordinary New Student, chapter 6

The day of the festival loomed, and as such, all classes were cancelled for the next three days. Freya had never been more excited because for once, she would get to participate, and with the man she loved, nonetheless. She had ventured into the library to escape the hubbub of the day, as students were getting overly excited about the matching that night, and there were a few whispered comments about her and her family, even a few snide comments were made against her family being 'to good' to dirty themselves with such things, which she ignored.

She took a few moments for herself, looking for a wayward book that Faustus had set her class to read last class, and it took her a bit till she found it and checked it out as she headed back to his office, and their chambers.

"Hello Love…." She called out softly as she shut the door behind her and crossed the threshold to walk over to him and leaned down to kiss him tenderly before she took her seat. "Tonight is the night then. Are you excited?" She asked in that innocent way of hers, her eyes bright as she smiled over at him.

"There is much to prepare," Faustus responded mysteriously as he set about making those preparations. Truthfully, extraordinarily little surprised or excited him anymore, but Freya's outlook was… quite youthful.

"Shall we participate in the orgy, or will it just be the two of us consummating our lust?" he asked casually.

His reply made her smirk as she sat back in her chair, relaxing until he was finished with his work. The Matching was happening tonight and for once; she would get to watch it. That made her a little excited.

His question, said so casually, made her blush as she answered. "Just the two of us, would be appreciated." She knew some engaged in orgies and the like, but she really didn't like being touched and the thought of being seen naked other than her intended, slightly made her ill. Or made her feel that way. It was all terribly confusing for her at times.

"Very well," Faustus acquiesced. "Then it shall be just the two of us. Hmm. Pole, ribbons, chairs, violins…. Have I missed anything…." he muttered to himself as he continued the preparations.

It did not matter to Faustus one way or the other if he was to participate in an orgy or simply remain with Freya. She was a charming woman, though he has a habit of forgetting just how innocent she really was. He might have liked to have participated, perhaps with Ambrose or Dorian, but there was always another year. For now, let her be the innocent little lamb.

The day passed with relative swiftness, and when it came time to get ready for the Matching, Freya left to shower and dress while Faustus left to attend to his duties beforehand. It didn't take her long to shower and change into a dress that fit her figure in a way that made her look classically elegant, but still hold that mysterious air about her at the same time.

By the time she was done, Faustus had returned and together, they set out to watch the Matching together.

Taking his hand into hers, they left their chambers together and made their way to the top of the foyer. Overlooking the banister, Freya noted the maypole and all those milling about it. Her smile bright and the excitement evident in her eyes. She looked up when she heard someone call her name, and gave a friendly smile to Anton, the young warlock who approached them both, giving a respectful head nod to the High Priest.

"High Priest. Freya. Will you be joining us this year?" He has the balls to ask.

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the young man and shook her head. "No, I am just watching."

He chuckled and smirked, backing away. "Pity. Though if I had my choice, I would want Bess. Any man who gets her is lucky. But then again, any man who has you is doubly so. Have fun." And with that, he walked off.

A soft chuckle escaped her as she turned back to watch the proceedings, staying close to Faustus's side but her eyes were alight in wonder of it all.

As the violin music struck up, the witches began their dance. They were so beautiful, so elegant. It really was a nice sight to watch, if only for the aesthetics of the art of dance. Perhaps he would ask Freya to perform a ribbon dance for him later.

When the music stopped, the witches took their places in the lap of the warlock nearest them. Anton got his wish: it was Bess in his lap. She smirked at an annoyed Ursula, who had been vying for the same.

Never had Freya seen anything like this before and she could all but feel the tension and the desire that was very much alive in the room.

The Dancers were graceful, almost ethereal in their movements. It was like sex on hardwood, as the women moved about the young warlocks, hoping to catch their chosen's eye and be closer to the ones they most desired when the music stopped.

The scramble that ensued next, pulled a soft chuckle from her lips as she leaned back up to smile at Faustus. "It is beautiful. I never expected it to look or even sound like this. Is it always like this?" She asked with curiosity in her gaze.

Now paired, Freya noted that her friend had gotten the one he had wished for and felt happy for him. Turning back to her Love, she wondered what came next.

"Sometimes the witches can get a bit aggressive. Thankfully, it is peaceful this year," Faustus murmured. He kissed her hand. "Your friend is right, you know. I am doubly lucky to be blessed with your presence, my love. Now, shall we?"

He led her to the forest for the Courting and explained once again what that consisted of. "We shall remove our clothes, anoint ourselves, and soak in the moonlight," he said. "Would you like to do what is encouraged and remain abstinent tonight, or would you like to flout the rules a bit?"

Hearing Faustus's words as he kissed her hand, damn near made Freya melt all over again. The man certainly did have a silver tongue, in many ways. But, she knew he meant what he said, every word. "Flatterer. For you know that I feel the exact way about you, Love." She nodded as they turned to walk together towards the woods, listening as Faustus explained what would happen.

Upon reaching the woods, Ambrose bowed to his High Priest, handing him a basket, before going into announcer mode. “Witches. Warlocks. Congratulations, you have been matched.” He chuckled as he held aloft the Lupercalia horn. “Tonight, you and your paramour shall go into the woods and re-enact the Courting.” AS he sounded the horn, Freya followed Faustus, excited to see what the night would bring, but she chuckled as they walked together.

"As if I could remain abstinent around you, my Love." She teased as her eyes seemed to shimmer in the moonlight. "Guess we could try and see what happens?"

Faustus nodded. "As you like, my dear," he said. They walked a little way into the woods, then Faustus removed his clothes, waited for her to remove hers, and began to anoint her.

Freya followed, staying close to Faustus's side but looking everywhere as they made their way deeper into the woods. All manner of creatures were stirring on this night, and she could sense the hidden danger all around and it added a bit of excitement which she was sure, why those that participated, liked it so much. Knowing she was safe with Faustus, she waited as he set up the blanket and basket and then undressed as he did. It was hard, not to let her eyes feast upon him and she knelt before him and anointed him with the dagger, saying the words she was supposed to, smirking a little up at him. It made her heart leap into her chest, seeing him crowned before the glorious full moon, and as she laid down by his side, she could swear Faustus would be able to hear it, her heart.

She tilted her head up a bit and took him in. Oh, she had gazed upon him many times, but never had he looked more radiant then he did now, under the watchful eye of the full moon. "She's beautiful, tonight, isn't she?" Freya asked, looking back up at the moon.

Faustus's smile was full and bright as the moon as they anointed each other. Others had always felt a thrill about this night; he, himself, rarely had. But now, as he lay down beside her, he felt… oh, it was still so new to him! Would he ever get used to this?

"She is," he answered. It was clear that he didn't mean the moon. He reached and held her hand, a gesture somehow more intimate than sex in its simplicity.

"There is no one I would rather be here with than you," he said frankly.

Freya knew Faustus wasn't talking about the moon and chuckled softly to herself as she turned her eyes to meet his as she entwined her fingers around his as he took her hand. "For me as well, Faustus. This being my first time, I am awfully glad that I got to share it with you. No one else I would rather be with then you, either, Love."

It was hard, refraining when Faustus was practically half-naked and so damn close and looking at her in that way. Lifting her free hand, she turned lightly to trail her fingertips over the smoothness of his chest, and up towards his shoulders. Hitting lightly at the scar that crossed lightly from his right shoulder, his Mark, and up his neck, till she traced the outlines of his face. The entire time, she said nothing. Just watching him with wonder in her eyes. Wonder at how this was even possible.

That she wasn't condemned to a life without a future anymore. Where she was safe, loved and cherished even. Where the man at her side, protected her with a fierceness. It was a heady feeling. Faustus had saved her, in many ways, and she was so very much in love with him.

Faustus smiled at her touch, then gave a little hiss as he felt her stroking his scar. "Careful, that's still sensitive," he whispered, for her ears alone. Hell forbid anyone hear him admit to any sort of weakness.

He rolled over onto his side and gazed at her.

"Then," he murmured, "shall we not abstain, and instead give into our desires?" For he desired her as well. Without waiting for an answer, he planted himself on top of her, one knee between both of hers, and claimed her lips in a kiss. "I do so adore you, Freya," he practically growled.

Freya chuckled softly at Faustus's soft hiss, hearing his words as she smiled up at him softly. "Sorry, Love. I was trying to be gentle. Mine still twinges as well." She didn't know what it was, but she just loved touching Faustus. The fact that she could, just gave her even more pleasure when doing so.

Too long, she had been told that things like love, desire, or even lust were not real, and not meant for her. Here, now, she knew that wasn't true. She knew Faustus loved her, and he didn't need to say it. She could see it, every time she looked at him.

She felt her breathing hitch a bit as he moved and planted himself atop her, knee parting her legs which she willingly opened so that he could slide down between them, arms around his neck, fingers of one hand threading lightly through his dark hair as she eagerly returned his kiss. "As I love you, Faustus." She purred back to him as her hand moved from his hair to tenderly caress his cheek. Gazing up at him with a look filled with love and pure adoration. Pausing only a moment to take him in, before she claimed his lips again in a passionate, almost hungry, but still tender, kiss.

He could feel the heat between her thighs as he nudged his leg upwards slightly. "You are an amazing woman," he murmured. "Never before did I imagine I could feel such a way about anyone." He nudged his leg slightly harder against her, teasingly, then smiled to himself and delivered unto her one of the "kisses" he had given as reward for her learning so well shortly after they'd met.

A soft gasp left Freya's lips as she felt Faustus tease her, her eyes never leaving his as she trailed her hands slowly over his form as he hovered over her. "You are my everything…" She whispered out softly to him, not being able to find the exact words needed to describe the enormity and complexity or depth of her feelings for him properly. He had saved her, gave her everything by simply being him, by simply breathing, and there were no words for that.

Seeing his smile, her eyes slid closed as she felt his 'kiss' and gasped loudly as she arched her hips slightly against his mouth. Clinging to the blanket beneath, as a slow moan echoed from within her.

Her reaction pulled a low growl from Faustus's throat as he began to devour her in earnest. When he felt her body begin shaking he slithered up against her like a snake until they were eye to eye. He moved the head of his member from her entrance to her clit, teasingly, as he gazed into her eyes, full of wonderment and joy.

She loved the sounds Faustus made, for they turned her on even more as his attentions and actions had her writhing lightly under him. When he slid up her body and once again met her eyes with his, she hissed in delight at feeling his member against her opening, but it turned into a whimpering soft moan at feeling him tease her instead. "Faustus….please…." Her words soft as she arched against him, seeking to join them as one.

"I believe I promised you a punishment," he whispered. "Twas a while ago, but do you remember?" He smiled wickedly down at her. "Consider this teasing part of it."

She remembered! Of course she did, she remembered everything Faustus said to her! But this..?! This as punishment? Ohhh it was devilishly unfair of him, and it pulled a soft whine from her throat as she pulled against his waist and shoulders lightly, as if seeking to encourage him, not to punish her in this way! She wanted him! Needed him to the point that she was already shuddering and so deliciously wet already for him! "I—-I'm sorry for that—-*whimper* outburst of *moan* magic, Faustus." She managed to pant out as he teased her. She rained soft kisses over his face and down his neck. "I hav—*soft strangled moan*— done it again….nor will I…..PLEASE LOVE..!!"

"You may be sorry, if you wish, but we must be held accountable for our actions, mustn't we? Especially… if you are to become the next Lady Blackwood, as the Dark Lord wills it." There was a note of teasing in his voice as he pulled back altogether, smirking devilishly.

She was slowly becoming a whimpering, moaning mess under Faustus as he teased her, and the tone of his voice combined with his words as he 'admonished her, made her even more excited as pleasure engulfed her. She gasped softly as she managed a small nod for him, slipping into the schoolgirl/ subservient role easily. "Yes—-High Priest! For—-*moans louder* Forgive me!" She was arching against him repeatedly, nearly growling in desire, frustration and want as they held each other close. Her body had never burned so hot before and she relished it that he could make her feel thus and when he pulled back altogether, she bit her lip to keep from growling at him.

With a small chortle, he flipped her over and laid a firm spank! on her bottom.

"Forgive you, I shall… as soon as I've concluded that you are suitably tractable and… hmm… shall we say… yielding?"

A soft but audible yelp left her lips as she found herself on her stomach and felt the burn of Faustus's slap. It DID pull a growl from her lips as she dug her nails into the blanket below. Yielding? Her!? She restrained a soft groan as she remembered that this was Faustus, and he would never hurt her. Her body relaxing from where she had suddenly tensed at the slight pain he had inflicted.

"Fine! I'm—I'm not sorry…" She gasped out playfully, hiding the giggle in her words. Test her, will he! "I'd do it again…" She whimpered softly as she awaited her next spanking.

"Very well," said Faustus, as he rubbed her bum and delivered another spank. "Then further punishment is required," he said, with another rub and another spank.

Another moan disguised as a yelp left her lips as she found this pain strangely erotic. It hurt, but Faustus's gentle touch took away any sting before he delivered her another. It made her back arch slightly each time he did so, her eyes closed in a type of bliss she had never felt before. "Not….sorry…..she….deserved it!" She panted out, knowing to test his will was probably not a very smart thing to do, but she had a will of her own, and best he learn that now. She could take a far lot too, and wasn't fragile, due to her upbringing, so best he learn that as well. Where others would crumple and complain of Faustus being too heavy handed, Freya complied and in a way, 'asked' for more. Knowing that he liked pain with his pleasure and finding out just how wonderful that could be under his hands. "I LIKED IT! *moans at another slap* The power….she sooooooo deserved it!" She shuddered in bliss, her lips twitching in a hidden smile of delight.

"She may have deserved it, yes, but is she worth your notice?" Another spank. Faustus was greatly enjoying this game. He rubbed between her legs, getting his hand wet before spanking her again.

A ragged gasp left Freya's lips as Faustus's fingers found her centre, making her hips arch towards his touch, not realizing it prepared her for another, slightly harder slap. Which made her groan and shiver in bliss all over again. "N—Noooo…!" She said through clenched teeth, her nails all but digging into the blanket beneath her. "She—is—-not—-My High Priest!" She growled low in her throat, as something within her rose as if to greet this sensation and she shivered again, tilting her head to the side a bit to be able to see Faustus as she smirked a little at him, in a sense playfully challenging him. "But I would—-still….do it again…." she was all but ASKING him 'hit me harder!' as her eyes met and held his.

"So impertinent," he growled, though he was smiling. He rubbed her bum a bit harder and delivered a firmer spank!

"I am—-YES!" She hissed out at his harder spanking which earned him a deep throated moan as her back bowed gracefully under his touch, her insides clenching as she grew warmer, so turned on she was sure he could smell her arousal! "Forgive—-Me——Father….." She gasped out again, all but mewling at his attentions.

Faustus gave a deep-throated chuckle. "You beg for forgiveness?" he asked.

"YES! I do….I won't—-do it ever, ever again!" Freya whimpered softly and moaned at his punishment. She hadn't broken, but she knew how far to take such a game and already her ass was a lovely shade of red, from Faustus's hand. "She is not—-worth my notice. Faustus…Please!!!"

"Very good," Faustus purred, and he lay her back down on the forest floor and began to make love to her. As he sank into her, he sighed contentedly. She was a delight, this little witch of his.

"Perfection," he purred in her ear, nuzzling her neck gently.

Hearing his praise, she nearly came right there! She was already so hot and excited, that when he laid her gently back and they became one, she cried out for him as she all but wrapped herself around him.

Hearing his purr, as he nuzzled her, she arched in time with his movements as they made love, kissing him tenderly, and nipping at his pale skin in places she knew he liked. All the while, revelling in this Warlock, who was everything to her and always would be! "I love you…." She whispered to him.

Everything was ecstasy, everything was the purest joy! He moaned her name as they moved together, fisting his hand in her hair.

"I love you," he echoed in a moan. "Freya, you undo me…."

Hearing Faustus moan her name, feeling him moving within her, over her and feeling his hands tangled in her hair, left her breathless, moaning his name in return. But it was hearing him tell her that he loved her, that pushed her over that edge of bliss, and she found her release in his arms, screaming his name for the entire world to hear!

She came down slowly, revelling in their shared time together. Her body quivering in bliss and ecstasy as they held each other. She lightly threaded her fingers through his dark hair, trailing them down to caress his cheek as she looked up at him. Her eyes open and filled with the love she felt for him. Her body still tingling in delight.

He moaned, not very softly at all, when he felt her quivering and clenching around him. He kept moving within her, not wanting to stop, wanting this to last forever, until his body had other ideas and he, too, found release. He peeled himself off her, then lay beside her on his side, cuddling against her, panting lightly, and gazing into her eyes.

"Was this everything you had hoped it would be?" he asked, "your first Lupercalia?"

"It was, Love." Freya managed to say softly as she nodded with a soft smile, as she looked up at Faustus. "It was and so much more." She curled up against him and kissed him softly. "Thank you. Time with you is always treasured, but this….this has been the best, by far, my Love. Because I got to share it with you."

She faintly blushed at her open and free admission, not usually one to be so forthcoming or overly mushy, but Faustus made her feel things, made her feel safe, protected, loved.

Faustus smiled tenderly back at her.

"I feel precisely the same way," he murmured. He scooted closer to her and gazed upon her wondrous beauty until he felt himself beginning to drift off to sleep….

Sleep came easy for Freya, curled up in Faustus's arms, upon the blanket she faded into sleep. But with sleep, came dreams… and in this particular dream, came her brother, Amos.

He looked the same as he did the last time Freya had seen him, only, there was a worried expression upon his face. "Danger comes Sister…" His voice echoed so softly around them as Freya realized that they were standing in the forest, but it was now covered in mist. "Danger comes, for you both. HE let me come to you to warn you. I have moments only, but I had to come." Amos looked back over his shoulder into the mist as if afraid and then looks back at Freya. "Danger is upon you, sister. You and your High Priest. Protect him. Protect each other, or not even the Dark Lord will be able to save you." He takes a few steps closer and grabs Freya's hands squeezing them. "Be vigilant, sister. Protect your High Priest. Protect yourself. Danger is coming if it isn't already HERE!!" He spoke urgently as he began to fade into the mist. "I love you, but I cannot help you….Danger comes…."

"Amos! What danger!? What do you mean?" Freya shouted in her sleep, as her brother faded from view. "I don't understand! AMOS!" Her eyes shot open as the dream faded and she found her heart was pounding a mile a minute, as she tried to remember to breathe. Danger was coming to them both? But what? What could possibly hurt them here? Faustus was High Priest! No one would dare.

Faustus woke with a start.

"Amos?" he repeated. "Darling, you were talking in your sleep. What's wrong?"

It took Freya a moment to realize she was actually awake and turned to cuddle closer into Faustus's embrace. It took her another moment to get her brain to work, as she registered what she had dreamt.

"My brother—-he came to give a warning." She said softly. "But he didn't say of what. All he said, was that we were in danger. Both of us." She paused a moment as what Amos had said was firmly etched into her mind as she whispered it softly to herself and thus, to Faustus.

"Danger is upon you, sister. You and your High Priest. Protect him. Protect each other, or not even the Dark Lord will be able to save you."

She shook her head and buried her face into Faustus's chest, pressing a soft kiss just where she could feel his heart beating against her cheek. "I won't let anyone hurt you…." She softly growled. She meant what she said, that though Faustus could take care of himself, and was more powerful than she was, she wouldn't let anyone, ever, harm him if she could help it! Not ever!

Faustus frowned. Whatever danger this was must be powerful indeed. Perhaps he could figure out a way to harness that power for his own use.

He appreciated Freya's devotion, but he secretly thought that whatever danger her brother saw fit to warn them about, if the Dark Lord couldn't prevent it, she would probably offer about as much protection as a wet paper bag.

Sleep was slow in returning, even with Faustus's reassurances that it had only been a dream. Her brother had been dead for almost a month. Why would he come to her now? Bearing such news? She just couldn't shake the feeling off that something was wrong, and the next day came all too early for her liking. Curled up around Faustus, Freya nuzzled him as she slowly awoke, smiling softly as she saw him coming into awakening. It was a beautiful moment as they made love in the early morning light and then slowly, got dressed and made their way back to the Academy.

They spent the rest of the day, together. Bathing, to get clean of the night prior’s events, and then curled up with each other, talking and preparing for the third night of Lupercalia. Some staff, as well as students had raised objections about the High Priest taking part of the third night of the holiday, but Faustus didn't seem to pay any mind and told Freya not to pay any attention to it either. It was hard, but she managed to keep her word. Not getting angry over the whispers and the stares she heard as she went about her day.

It was as she was leaving the library that afternoon, that she caught the whispered words of a small group of girls nearby. Seeing Ursula at the heart of it, talking to a strange looking woman, Freya tried to pay them no mind as she passed by. But they suddenly locked eyes on Freya, and it did raise her hackles as she passed by, shivering slightly as she felt a small tremor of what she thought was anger flowing through her. It made her pause a bit, and she had to take a few deep breaths before she continued on her way, heading towards Faustus's office. Upon entering, smiled brightly at the man she loved and walked over to claim his lips in a kiss. "Hello Love. Ready for tonight?" She grinned impishly.

Faustus noticed her tension and tried to offer as much comfort and protection as he could, which of course included making love again. He was there for her when she needed, which turned out to be the better part of all day.

As she entered his office, he beamed back over at her and returned her kiss. "I am, as they say, born ready," he purred, running his fingers through her long dark hair. "And you, my love?"

Faustus's words made her laugh softly as she looked up at him. He was, indeed, ready, as she noticed the way he looked at her and it made her blush.

Coming to his desk, she perched upon it and smiled wickedly at him. "So, I know how this part of the night goes, but I have a question…" She tried for innocence as she leaned lightly over his desk, looking Faustus deep in his eyes. "How does one—-hunt, and catch the esteemed and brilliant, High Priest—-when one has already 'caught' him?" She bit her lip not to giggle at such a question, but her eyes danced in mirth as she watched him.

Faustus looked at her affectionately and chuckled, a warm, soft sound. Here, with her, he could be tender, he could be… perhaps vulnerable, even. Only for her.

"Do you presume that you've caught me?" he asked, his voice also affectionate, but with a slight smoulder therein.

At his soft laugh, Freya melted. She loved it when Faustus let down his guard when they were alone together. It was a rare glimpse of the man within that only she ever got to see.

Hearing the tone of his voice as he threw a question back at her, made Freya purr softly as she nodded. "Presume? I KNOW I have, Faustus." Her words playful but sexy in nature as she leaned more over his desk, giving him a good eyeful if he happened to look, as she smiled so wickedly. "Tell me I'm wrong…?" She asked innocently.

He chuckled. "No, you're not wrong. I freely admit that I am yours, just as you are mine." He tilted her chin up for a kiss. "You are mine alone," he whispered, a possessive lilt in his voice.

Her eyes lifted to meet Faustus's as he tipped her chin up and she felt heat instantly flood her. His words were slightly possessive and that made her tremble. "Yes, Love. Yours alone." She whispered back as she felt herself fall into his eyes. Not daring to even breathe.

"Shall we, my love?" he asked, holding out his arm like the gentleman he was.

"Indeed, we shall, Love." Freya smiled up at Faustus as she took his arm and followed him out for the third and final night of Lupercalia.