Aphelion

"Aphelion, take off Katrina's shorts, and play with that pretty little pussy of hers," Luka commands, his Professor persona taking over.

"I can wait." Katrina states firmly, arms crossed. "I don't want to take any attention away from the material. We need all hands on deck."

Katrina's trying to deny herself, but I don't make Luka tell me twice; I'm eager to do my job. My hands make quick work of her shorts, unclasping her buttons and ripping down her zipper. The way Katrina lifts her hips to help me shimmy the shorts down her body tells me two things; Katrina's starving for our cocks, and she can pretend she's willing to wait, but her pussy is about to combust with need. I let the tips of my fingers play with the edges of her panties, and I smile when I watch her hips jerk. When I stop caressing the thin fabric, Katrina hisses.

"Don't worry, Kit-Kat, you won't be slowing us down any. Aphelion was barely contributing to the conversation." Luka jests, earning him my middle finger, "And the sounds of your sexy moans will motivate us to work faster so we can join in on the fun." He shoots her a wink, sending goosebumps down her arms. Fuck she really likes that sexy professor taboo shit.

Luka starts mumbling something to Miles and Samael while Beckett fucks Katrina's panties. Might as well give him a show. I creep my finger back up to her panty line, stroking the outer edges, letting my finger sink a little further into the panties with each down stroke. Katrina's hips keep bucking up as she tries to make contact with my finger.

"Death will be but a shadow," Miles murmurs to himself, tapping his forehead with his pen as he tries to concentrate on the premonition.

While I know that the premonition could possibly help us in the future if we're able to decipher it correctly, it's not a priority to me. My priority is to figure out if Michael really has returned. Katrina's father is the only person who knows exactly what we are against. If we can find Michael, we can protect our girl. If we can't find Michael, then we gather Ares, DeGe, Hades, and Loki and find out what the fuck is going on. They might not have all the details, but from what Miles and Samael told us, there's more to the story than what their dads are letting on. And Loki was Lilith's best friend. It is hard to believe he's been so blase about her disappearance.

"Sparky." Katrina whines, bringing me back to the task at hand, making my girl orgasm.

"Am I going to have to assign you to another project, Aphelion?" Luka teases, chuckling when I roll my eyes.

"Tell me what you want, Princess?" I growl into Katrina's ear, my warm breath coating the side of her neck.

"I want you to touch me." She whines, her hips bucking when I let gently run my finger over her clit.

"Like this?" I ask, softly rubbing again, my cock hardening with every little noise she makes.

"More. Harder."

I run my finger up and down her folds, slicking myself with her wetness. She's soaked. Using my free hand, I pull her legs over the top of mine, one leg in Samael's lap and the other in Miles', So I can have more room to work with. With Katrina's legs spread wide, I rip her panties off to the side, exposing her dripping wet cunt to Beckett. He lets out a low growl, his eyes narrowing in on Katrina's pussy.

"Should we put on a show for Beckett?" I ask my little succubus, running my tongue over her jaw. "Should I show him what your tight little cunt looks like gobbling down my fingers?"

She doesn't respond vocally, instead choosing to line her entrance with the finger rubbing her clit. I sink my finger in down to the second knuckle and lazily begin to pump in and out of her. I push up her shirt and pull down her bra with my free hand, exposing her milky white breasts. They're so full and perky; her nipples are stiff and ready to be played with.

"Fuck, Darling. Your pussy looks so good eating up Aphelion's finger." Beckett groans, adjusting himself.

"Focus, Beckett." Miles growls, "You're the one that brought us this damn puzzle. You don't get to play until we're done."

Beckett pouts in turn, which causes Katrina to giggle, her walls clenching against my finger. Her giggle quickly turns to pleasure-filled moans when I slip in another finger while simultaneously pinching her nipple. "Yes, right there."

"Any thoughts on this line, Katrina?" Luka asks, turning toward my mate and running his hand up her thigh.

"Umm...Ummm..." Katrina hums, trying to concentrate on what Luka's asking her. Not wanting to make it easy for her, I slip in a third finger and curl them up inside her, pushing on her G-Spot, "Oh Gods." She moans, throwing her head back against my shoulder, fully exposing her neck.

"I don't think that's the correct answer, Kit-Kat; why don't you try again?"

Her legs are trembling now, and I know her orgasm is near. "Shadow...Death...but..Ah..fuck...Aph..."

"Fuck my fingers, Princess," I whisper, firming my palm so it'll rub against her clit. My free hand is twisting, flicking, and pulling her nipples, rotating between the two, while I'm running my tongue down her throat, kissing and sucking on all her sensitive areas.

Glancing up, I find Beckett staring at Katrina's cunt, his eyes occasionally flickering to her breasts and face, then back down again, and his pupils are blown with desire.

"Kitten, the professor asked you a question." Miles growls, leaning down and biting her shoulder, causing Katrina to inhale sharply.

"Shadows aren't perm.." Katrina starts to reply, stopping when I nip her neck, eliciting a moan out of her instead. "Fuck.. Does it mean...Oh, Gods. I..I...I'm cumming. Oh, Fuck."

Her entire body is flush, her legs shaking, her pussy walls quivering, as her orgasm pulls from her body, stiffening her body. I pump my fingers inside her a few more times, extending her orgasm, slowly pulling out when she goes lax in my arms. Bringing my fingers to my mouth, I lick off her juices, groaning at her sweetness. "You taste so good, Princess. I could spend all day between your legs."

"I'll hold you to it." She purrs, her eyes drooping closed, her body growing heavy as sleep overtakes her.

"Well, she fails that test." Luka laughs before turning his attention to me, "Any thoughts on the line?"

"I think it means that Death isn't permanent. But a shadow usually means you're less strong or capable than you used to be. Death obviously can't become any weaker, so I'm assuming it means the permanence of Death is changing." I reply, my head clearing some after bringing Katrina to an orgasm.

Everyone sits in silence, contemplating my answer, analyzing it to see if it makes sense in this situation.

"I can't think of a better explanation than that," Samael responds. The dark god wasn't to resurrect his other half; he'll have to make Death impermanent. The power coursing through Katrina's blood will give life and destroy Death. Kek will get Kauket back, and he'll never half to worry about losing her again; two birds, one stone."

Miles jots down Death Nomore and then skips down to the final part of the premonition, Embrace the darkness. Include the light. "Any thoughts on this part?"

"I think it means Katrina needs to be one with the darkness inside of her. Right now, she's only learned to shove it away. She doesn't know anything about it." Beckett responds quietly.

We all glance down worriedly at the woman sleeping in my lap. Lilith's power was strong, but she wasn't born with the gift; it was bestowed upon her when she fell. Katrina's gift was hereditary, given to her by Lilith. Her darkness is already proving to be stronger than what's been written about Lilith's. How is she supposed to embrace the darkness within when we have no idea what we're dealing with?

"Luka, do you think you could help her get used to the darkness. Earlier tonight, I saw your power calling to hers." Samael states, looking down at his fated.

"I...I'm honestly not sure." He replies, "I don't even have full control of the darkness within me. I don't know if I'm capable of teaching her."

There isn't anyone else. It'll have to be... my thoughts stray as I glance down at the pictures sitting beside Miles on the ground.

"Can I see that?" I ask, gesturing to the picture, my breath catching when it's passed to me. "Who is this woman?"

"It's Lilith; why?" Samael asks.

"Because she was in Simmins office. He introduced her as Lilian, his wife's cousin." I growl, seeing red, wanting to hunt my headmaster down, tie him to a chair, and force answers from him.