Luka

"How did the meeting go?" Katrina asks, looking anxious, as soon as I walk into the dorm.

"Better than I assumed it would," I state, sighing heavily, taking a seat on the couch, and dragging her down onto my lap.

"Details, Luka," Katrina growls, narrowing her eyes at me.

"Zeus and Posideon were hesitant to believe my claim. They summoned one of the croons to test my gifts' purities. When the croon acknowledged that my magic was pure and that I drew my gift from the Tartarus, they had no choice but to acknowledge my claim."

"That sounds too simple." Katrina glares, waiting for me to tell her the rest of the details, somehow knowing I hadn't told her the entirety of what went down.

"They refuse to acknowledge Tarturs as one of the Kingdoms. It's always been a demonic realm since Loki never took the throne. They said it's not part of the divine kingdom; therefore, I have no decree."


"What!" Katrina cries out in outrage, "They have no right. What did Hades and Ares have to say about it?"

"There wasn't much they could say to argue against it. Their brothers spoke the truth. There's no history of a fifth kingdom."

"So, that's it then?" Katrina asks, picking at her nails.

"What's bugging you, Kit-Kat?"

"You've claimed the throne, yet those bastards refuse to acknowledge you. Your claim will cause people to scrutinize your every move. They'll watch you closer now. They'll assume you're evil based on your reign over Tartarus, which everyone considers the demonic realm. If you claim Samael or even I as your fated, you'll be judged even more cruelly. You're our Professor, someone whose job is to teach us and guide us through the academy. People with think you're a dirty old pervert for fucking your students."

"Ouch." I laugh, trying to ease her anxiety, even though I, too, have been worrying about my position at the university now that I can't use my power as a King to persuade the school board to keep me in my current position. "Old, really? Did you have to add that in?"

"Now isn't the time to joke, Luka!" She hollers, punching me in the arm, "I'm being serious."

"I know, love." I reply, hugging her tightly, "It'll all work out; it always does."

"How can you be so blase about the entire thing?" She asks, bewildered, trying to pull herself from my grasp.

"I'm not being blase. It's just you have enough stress for both of us. I'm not about to add to it. It's my job to ease your stress, Katrina. It'll all work out, trust me."

"Do you still plan on claiming us?"

"Not if you don't want me to."

"It's not that I don't want you to, Luka. I just want you to stay safe. I want you here by my side. Not exiled from the campus. We need to stick together. Now isn't the time for us to be separated, especially if we can prevent it."

I'm not going to lie; her words hurt; they cut deep into me, making me believe that I'm still not good enough. I know it's not what she meant by them, but I can't help but let my old childhood trauma seep in.

"Then I won't claim you," I responded dejectedly.

"Luka," Katrina sighed my name, concerned as I set her off to the side and started to stand.

"It's fine, Kit-Kat. Really. I just need to go prepare for midterms." I reply, kissing the top of her head, leaving her sitting on the couch as I make my way out the door again and head toward my classroom, stopping by the headmaster's office on my way.


"Oh, Professor Luka. Hi." Simmins secretary exclaims, face turning a bright tomato red as she hurriedly clicks around on her screen, straightening her glasses.

"Hi Matilda," I smile at her, keeping my laughter at her embarrassment to myself while also wondering what the seemingly innocent third year was looking at. "Is Simmins in?"

"Err...No." She replies, looking down at her notepad.

"Well, do you know when she's coming back?" I inquire, feeling my patience run thin, not with Matilda herself but with the entire situation. I just wanted it all to be over. I wanted to be able to relax with Samael and Katrina, as well as the others, and enjoy our time together. I didn't want to stress over Katrina's DNA, my birthright, or an ancient Dark God trying to resurrect the dead. Not to mention the fact that Katrina's Mom is still alive, and possibly her Dad too.

"Uhh... to be honest, I'm not entirely sure. He requested a leave of absence through the Divine Council, and it was approved, but he doesn't have a date of return on his paperwork."

"Fuck."

Matilda straightens in her chair, her eyes widening in curiosity, probably wondering what has me so worked up.

"Alright, thanks for the info, Matilda; please email me if he returns. It's important that I talk to him as soon as possible."

"Would you like me to leave a message, Professor?" She asks, grabbing her notepad and a gel pen and readying herself to jot down my message, her face perking up a little in excitement.

"No, that won't be necessary," I reply, bidding her farewell before walking out the door.

To blow off some of the built-up steam, I jog across campus to my classroom, ignoring the judgemental looks of other professors and the curious gazes of students. Not that I have to try too hard to ignore them, but I'm so used to eyes always on me, watching my every move. I think that's why Katrina's worries bugged me so much. Nothing in my life would really change once I claimed them as my fated. I've been scrutinized my entire life. Yeah, the board might kick me from my profession, or they could choose to keep me once they learned Samael was taking the throne from his father. They'd think they had a sway when it comes to him casting his political vote, and I'd let them think that, at least while it suited us.

I'll have to sit down and have another discussion with Katrina and Samael and let them know my thoughts on the process. Hopefully, we can keep our conversation somewhat professional and cover the entirety of the topic, although, now thinking about it, I wouldn't mind another threesome with my lovers.

"Down, boy," I grumble at my hardening cock, while unlocking my classroom door and flipping on the lights.

The smell of paper and the classroom's quietness sends a rush of tranquility through my body, instantly relaxing me and calming the built-up anger and frustration. Some time alone in my classroom, grading papers and finishing up the midterm questions, was exactly what I needed.

Settling into my desk, I power up my computer and click on the file for the midterms, cringing slightly when I realize I've only written down two questions. Per the council's requirements, the written part of the test needs to be at least fifty, and the start of the exams is tomorrow. Looks like I'll be here for a few hours. I briefly considered sending out a quick text to the group just to let everyone know I'll be late tonight, but I decided against it. Katrina's likely already informed them of my departure, so they'll know where to find me.

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An hour later, I'm staring blankly at my computer screen, struggling with what to write. I'm only on question five of fifty and out of ideas.

"This is ridiculous," I grumble, shoving my laptop aside. A written exam is completely unnecessary for Magical Studies. The students should only have to show off their abilities to prove what they've learned. Sure, I've had them write essays about the techniques and styles of defensive skills they're learning in class, but a written exam won't prove anything besides the fact they've memorized the way to do it. It doesn't prove they can actually execute the skill.

A knock sounds on my door, and I find myself grateful for the interruption, welcoming whoever's stopped by.

"Hi, Professor." Kayla purrs, walking slowly through the door, wearing a short floral dress with a few of the buttons left undone, exposing her clevage, and the lacy black bra she wore underneath.

I normally wouldn't have take note of her attire, but as such a soft-spoken shy student, it seemed odd to me, that she would wear something so revealing, especially since she came to my classroom seeking me out.

"Kayla, how nice of you to drop in. How can I help you today?" I ask, grabbing the stack of ungraded papers I had on my desk, making myself look busy, hoping, she'd ask her question and leave.


"It's just my grade." She huffs, jotting out her bottom lip. "It isn't where I want it to be and I was hoping, the was something I could do to raise it." She remarks, her hand reaching up, and fiddling with the pendant of her necklace, that sat between her cleavage.

Is she...No...Definitely not...Not Kayla.

"Err..." I swallow hard, adjusting my tie, wishing I'd removed it earlier when I stopped by the dorm, "Let me pull you up in my system here and see if we can work something out."

"PURRFECT!" She exclaims, bouncing on the balls of her feet and giving a little clap of excitement; her behavior seems out of character for the person I'd painted her to be.

Had I judged her wrong? I consider myself a good judge of character, yet this Kayla wasn't the girl who attended my classes, typically standing in the background and only speaking when called upon. Still, she could be just excited about the possibility of raising her grade, and who knows, she might be dressed for a date and decided to check in with me on her way out.

Shaking my head and clearing my thoughts, I shove the paperwork in front of me aside, and pull my computer back toward me, closing the midterm file and pulling up my student records file; Katrina's school photo instantly pops up due to her file being the last I'd looked at before closing down the application. As I exit her file, my thoughts wander to have incredibly sexy she looks in her school uniform and how I can't wait until I can take her again in this very classroom, hopefully, this time over my desk. First, sprawling her out, devouring her delicious pussy, coating my face in her sweet nectars, and then flipping her over, dragging her legs off the desk, and fucking her over it.

My cock springs alive, at the dirty scene I've managed to conjure, forcing me to adjust in my seat, resting my foot across my lap. I blame my mind filth of Aphelion. Hanging out with him has fried my brain and is now causing me to behave like some fratboy, focusing solely on pussy.