Fern Ridge Academy.

As I walked through the corridors of Fern Ridge Academy a yawn of tiredness slipped out of my throat, early starts should have been easy for me but teaching was a very different kettle of fish to morning drills, or 3AM STAGS, it was more mentally exhausting which was taking me some time to get used to, but I had a free hour so I figured why not go for a walk through the halls, let my brain cool down.

The Academy itself was still small, only about 250 students, mostly female, went to the school, and were divided neatly into two year groups for the 18-19 year olds, and the 19-20 year olds, with four classes in each year. There were a spattering of teachers and support workers too, thanks to the generous backing of the students very wealthy families, who also helped to keep out the massive surge of refugees into the West Coast. I can't lie and say I didn't enjoy working here, despite all the rich kids, we were very lucky to have a job in the first place, and very lucky the FBI went up in smoke along with the rest of modern America.

I rubbed the back of my neck, taking out the kinks there, but even glamoured I stood out in the school. I looked more like a fitness instructor than a teacher, and at 7'4" I was really far too abnormally tall, but that just made it easier to keep the class in line despite the girls lingering stares. And the girls, man they were something else, the majority of them were very very pretty, especially so in their knee length pleated dark grey skirts, button up white shirts, and tailored dark green blazers. Normally such stuff wouldn't be allowed in this dark new world, but the backers of the school were immensely wealthy, and the Church couldn't do without their funding, the worst that they could do was have the 'Spiritual Counsellor' berate the students every morning on the values of the bible, and once a week give them classes on the importance of the good book. Not that many of them bothered to listen, most of them were from the West Coast, the worst they had seen was the refugee camps and news reels, and being young they didn't care.

With a sigh I turned the corner to a chorus of 'Morning Mr Silva' from a group of three young ladies on their way to their next class, so I just offered them a smile and a nod. I only had one person on my mind at the minute, and that person was just down the hall.

My steps quickened as I walked, an eagerness swelling in my chest as I rubbed my fingers together in the pockets of my light grey slacks, rubbing the fine golden band on my ring finger.

Which was another thing I had to deal with, in her infinite wisdom Rachel Adams, our enemy-turned-ally formerly of the FBI had decided it would be easier to integrate Azara and I if we were married, after all two married attractive young people getting jobs as teachers in the wake of a demonic invasion, was a hell of a lot less suspicious than two attractive single people who oozed sex-appeal. To the passing observer we would seem like any other couple 'our age'.

Not that Azara minded, Amy and Julia however, had other thoughts on the matter, even thinking about it made me stress again as I tugged my dark green tie around my neck and fiddled with my white button up shirt.

The bell for next period rang out with a sudden resounding chime, knocking me from my reverie as I approached the doors, within minutes a stream of young women spattered with a dozen young men funnelled out into the hallway, and of course all the students in Mrs Silva's room smiled happily up at me, more than a few twiddling their fingers as they all chimed, one after another, 'Morning Mr Silva'.

"Yep, Morning" I replied in a flat tone, more than used to their behaviour by now, not that it was wide spread, but enough to be noticed by the more confident girls.

"Come to see Mrs Silva, sir?" A chirpy voice suddenly asked drawing my eyes down to the young woman next to me.

She was a pretty young woman, and an over-confident one, though being the 'Queen Bee' of the popular kids it wasn't surprising. Her long ginger hair fell in lazy waves down her back, and bright sky blue eyes stared up into my own stormy blue globes. She had her weight on one foot, and held her hands behind her back in the manner most flirtatious girls do, pushing out her modest bust to try and attract a look or two, not that it particularly worked on me. She was still pretty though, nice C-Cup breasts, slender legs that swelled into a curvy ass and a slender waist, with round pink lips made her quite the object amongst the few males that attended the academy.

"I have indeed, Kelly, how did your class go?" I ask politely as I cross my arms over my broad chest, maintaining eye contact as the short 5'3" girl had to look up at me to do the same.

"Went well teach, Mrs Silva's a great teacher, she knows so much! Probably why you married her, amirite?" She offered with a cheeky, knowing wink before her friends tugged at her arm, blushing and whispering as they stole glances at me.

"Of course." I offered curtly as the last of the students finished coming out

"You're no fun, Mr Silva" She giggled before spinning off in a mess of red hair and following her friends. I ignored her, it wasn't hard, I'd been through too much to be bothered with the machinations of school girls, not back when I was in school, and not now.

I only had one girl on my mind.

I walked into the class room, and my eyes locked on her right away.

There she stood, her back to me, her long black hair tied up in a messy bun with a couple of strands hanging down her face over her glasses, her gorgeous, curvy body held tight in a white blouse that had it's arms rolled up, her fine ass pulled her black pencil skirt tight to her body, betraying every supple inch of her. Dark black stockings ran up her toned legs, hiding her rich olive tan, and her feet were squeezed into her pretty black heels. And at around 6'4" it was no wonder not another girl in the school drew my eye, besides Amy of course, this woman shouldn't have been born a demon. She deserved to be a goddess.

_'Like what you see, Master?' _Azara tittered in my mind, wiggling her bum from side to side as she flashed a feline grin over her shoulder, her normally yellow eyes masked with a rich hazel brown behind her glasses.

I crossed the room in an instant, my wrapping her in my strong arms as she hummed with delight, pressing back against me and gasping, her long fingers instantly running across my forearms tenderly as I buried my face in her hair, drinking in the scent of orange and lemon. My hand running up her toned stomach as I held her tight.

"Yes, I do" I whispered back, kissing the top of her head as I felt her whole body relax in my arms, I knew she had closed her eyes without even checking, her breathing slowing down as she leaned back, resting her head on my chest with a grin on her face.

"Well, are we going to be naughty today, Master? Or are we going to be good little Christians?" She giggled, stroking my face as her eyes flicked open again, those deep yellow orbs coming back to stare into my heart.

I leant in and kissed her deeply, my tongue forcing its way into her mouth and playing with her own, her breathing swelling with pressure and pleasure coursed through her.

I gave her my answer.