What was rule 4 again?

As you and Aimil step out of the infirmary the words ‘if you bring home a cutie, I get sloppy seconds’ written in smoke from inside your skull.

“Let’s not test that.” You say quietly and look at Aimil. “Are there anymore classes?”

Her eyes dart to the up and right as she thinks. “Only intro classes, none mandatory, next one is for magic metatheory, it’s kinda interesting.” She seems to understand that you don’t want to go back to the common room right now.

“Alister mentioned something about that… what to go?” She looks up and right again, it must be her thinking face.

“Sure.” She shrugs and takes a step. You step next to her and together you head to intro to magical metatheory.

As you walk there is something you really need to know. “So about you being a werewolf?” You don’t really know how, or what to ask. Mostly because just coming out and asking, ‘if there’s a full moon are you going to rip my head off?’ seems kinda rude.

“Watch ya wanna know?” She smiles at you and her amber eyes dilate a little.

You decide to just explain the context you have before she corrects it. “I’ve had no involvement with magical anything so all I know about werewolves is what’s in movies.”

She stops walking and stares at you, well your throat. “We’re nae monster.” The fact it came out with a growl… you quickly change that thought in case she heard it. “The full moon doesn’t make us change, we decide when we change, and I don’t eat people.” Those amber eyes are looking less human with each word as the pupil gets more vertical.

“You’re too pretty to eat people.” Wait what? You snap your mouth shut and lock your eyes dead straight. Well, there goes any friendship you two could have ever had.

When you don’t hear laughter from her so you nervously turn your head to look at her. Well she’s back to normal now, and looking kinda stunned. Her ear twitches and she takes a deep breath thought her nose before a smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. She snaps her head forwards just like you did. “Class is this way.” She start running.

She is way faster than you could ever be. She quickly leaves you behind and as she turns down a hallway you’re worried you just lost her. When you round the corner you run into a crowd of students all gathered around a door. You spy Aimil’s red hair and take a step towards her.

“So much for one hundred and twelve.” Where do you know– your skull itches slightly –Oh that’s were you know the voice from.

“Hello.” You say turning and look at Miss Tenebrae. This is the first time you’ve actually looked at her up close and fully conscious, she’s stunning like truly stunning, perfect skin, perfect hair even the air around her seemed some how better. She has an hourglass figure and her clothing pulls all the attention it can to that fact. She also looks kinda slight; how did she knock you out?

“Next time I challenge you, at least try not to humiliate yourself.” She put her hand on your chest and pushes.

You stumble when she does, for being kinda slight she has a lot of strength. There are some laughs from nearby but before you can respond Aimil appears in front of you growling.

Now if this was real life that would have been more crazy than scary. The fact Aimil had just gotten a foot taller as she started growling and that growl just got a lot deeper however really kicked the scary part up.

Miss Tenebrae’s face twitched slightly and she looked at you. “I’m going to collar your bitch.” She spins and walks off forcing people to get out of her way.

“I challenge you.” Aimil growls as she starts to shrink back down to her normal height.

Miss Tenebrae spins and the grin on her face is all kinds of scary, never mind the werewolf between the two. “I accept your wager?”

Aimil hesitates now that her anger seems to have subsided. “Winner collars the loser for a day.”

“Agreed, the challenge will be a duel, meet in the main courtyard at midnight tonight.” With that she turns and walks off with a air of victory.

The gathered masses of students stand awkwardly, you’re sure some of them commenting that you were to scared to do anything. Aimil flashes you an embarrassed look and darts into the crowd.

“Wait–” It’s no use she is long gone by the time you call out. The door to the class room bangs open and all the student take the chance to not be here. Alone in the corridor you can’t help but feel you’ve really fucked up something because you didn’t listen to Morgan.

Can’t do anything about it now, you walk through the door and watch as the classroom you were walking into shift. Suddenly you’re standing in the Amarok common room and Morgan is lazing on a couch.

“Took your time.” She hold up a finger before you can say anything and finishes reading the page. Once done she throws the book over her shoulder and it disappears into smoke. “So about your failure.”

“For being a mentor you didn’t tell me much.” You don’t raise your voice, who know what Morgan would do if you did, but there is a lot of indignation in your tone.

“And you’re the one came all over me knocking me flat until I absorbed your power.” She turns to smoke and reappears standing just in front of you.

“What?” You are really not seeming very smart today.

“That blowjob, that wasn’t just about getting some, well it mostly was but small part of it wasn’t.” Her body disappears and the sphere floats before you. “This is me, I’m a consciousness that exists purely though magic. When I got woken up I was tired and didn’t have a whole lot of magic left.” She looks kinda bashful suddenly. “I’m supposed to stay in the headmasters office with the new Amarok and together we explain what is going and I recharge. But the last Amarok never let me fuck her and she never brought anyone back the common room and well, there are only so many centuries you can be blue balled before you do something stupid.” She looks apologetically at you. “I also kinda left out parts of the rules.”

Right the rules you have to help Aimil, well you don’t have to and your formally fractured skull really wished you wouldn’t, but you should. “About a challenge, if some challenges someone else how can it be undone.”

“Easy if there is no wager there is no challenge, if there is a wager then it’s forfeit.” The hand on your thigh is moving up your leg now. “Why did someone challenge you after your little infirmary trip?”

Well that doesn’t help you. “No. Aimil challenged the girl who beat me. They duel at midnight tonight.” You didn’t mention what the wager was, Morgan seems kinda sexed up enough already as her hand ran over you crotch. It occurs to you that maybe you shouldn’t have sat next to her for this kinda serious discussion.

“You could have a teacher cancel it, if you can talk one into getting involved.” She was now squeezing your hardening cock through your pants as if this was a normal thing to do in the middle of a conversation. “And no, I can’t, not actually a teacher.” She leaned over to whisper that in your ear.

“Ok.” You do your best to keep control of your libido. “What are the rules with cheating?”

“If you get found out the cheater losses the challenge and any accomplices join in on losing the wager.” She nibbles your ear and you feel her hand lowing your pants. “If you don’t get caught, you don’t get caught.”

“And if you back out of a wager?”

“The challenges are the academy’s way of keeping the students from attacking each other, if you back out you get punished.” She moved and was now sitting on your lap grinding her hips against you.

Your ability to keep asking questions was running out as the blood ran away from one of your heads. “Anything special about wagering being collar for a day?”

“Not really, it basically mean Aimil is going to be eating a lot of carpet for a day. Now speaking of eating carpet?”

She’s right. As her hand frees your cock and starts to stroke you there is no way either of you are doing anything but fucking, only question was how you wanted to do this.