Chapter 9: Katrina

"Okay," Miles smiles at me with that charming, panty-melting smirk. "Today, we're just going to practice a few take-downs that would work if you're in hand-to-hand combat."

"Will I be in combat often?" I ask, worry apparent on my face.

"Not if I can help it, Kitten." Miles replies looking at me possessively, "But if you're ever in danger, I want you to know how to protect yourself."

"Okay, Show me what you got, big boy."

"Easy there, kitten; first, we need to work on your stance," Miles replied, coming up and standing behind me. "This leg," He whispered into my ear, his hand running down my hip to my bare thigh before giving it a gentle squeeze, "Needs to go here." He lifts my left leg and pulls it slightly in front of me. "And this leg," His voice breathless in my ear, as he seductively runs his hand down my right side, this time going across my hip and dipping into my inner thigh slowly, "Needs to go here." He puts my right leg slightly behind me. "And now you just need to spread your legs like this slightly." He puts both of his hands on either side of my thighs, grabbing towards the top of my thighs, his hands below the aperture.

I was already slightly out of breath, and our lesson hadn't started yet. Miles steps back, walking around me, admiring his work and ensuring my stance is perfect.

"Standing like this allows your body to be more stable." Miles starts to talk again, acting like he didn't just seduce me into a puddle, "If you're pushed from the front or the back, you're less likely to fall in this position."

"Okay, What's next?" I ask, trying to prepare myself for Miles' next attack.

"We will practice a few different take-down methods. The first one is my favorite in hand-to-hand combat. I will demonstrate how it's done, and then I will let you practice on me."

"Okay." I nodded enthusiastically, excited about the prospect of learning some self-defense techniques.

"Alright, let us begin," Miles says with a wicked look.

Miles approaches me and takes the same stance as I.

"I'm not going to warn you of my next steps; I want first to see what you know on instinct."

"Come at me, big boy." I smile at him, beckoning him forward with my hand.

Miles approaches me quicker than I am expecting. It happens in a flash. He jabs his hand towards the right of my face, and I lean to the left, trying to avoid his fist. His arms instantly drop-down, grabbing my right leg; my original stance is now thrown off. He wraps his arms around my thigh and slightly squeezes my leg between his thighs. He turns his body slightly, really throwing off my stance before he leans into me; I fall back quickly, my back hitting the pad, and Miles lands softly on top of me, our legs intertwined. He pushes himself up on his elbows and stares down into my eyes.

"I think I like you on your back." He responds as he adjusts his position slightly, gently thrusting between my legs, causing me to gasp out. He smiles down at me, lowering his mouth to mine for a quick peck. "Okay, your turn." He responds as he jumps back up to his feet, grabbing my arm and yanking me back up with him.

I take the same stance as before, Miles mimicking mine. I take a step forward and jab towards the right of his face. I put too much momentum into the swing; I fall forward and tumble straight into Miles. I think my clumsiness surprised him because before I knew it, we were falling backward. I hear the slight thump from the mat once Miles hits it, My body landing on him.

"Well, I guess that's one way to take someone down." Miles chuckles as he grips my hips squeezing them slightly, and that's when I notice that during our fall, I have somehow ended up straddling him. He pushes himself up on his elbows, his chest almost touching mine. "I like you from this view too." I can see the desire pool in Miles's eyes. He adjusts himself, so he's now sitting up on just one elbow, his other hand sliding its way slowly up the side of my body, caressing my breasts gently, before continuing its trail until it stops on my throat, giving it a gentle squeeze. I curse my body and Miles as I let out a soft moan. I feel his length harden against me, and all I want is for him to take me right then and there.

Someone lets out a slight cough directly behind us, bringing me back to reality. We are in a sparring class, surrounded by other students. I quickly scramble off of Miles, my face tinged pink from blushing. Miles and I continue to practice take-downs, and by the end of class, my panties are soaked with desire.

"So," Miles smiles at me wickedly, "You want me to take you back to our suite and show you a good time?"

"In your wildest dreams," I reply as I turn away from him, walking towards the dorm room, letting my hips sway as I walk away, smiling when Miles lets out a groan.

"Ugh, did you see her? She was practically fucking Miles on the floor in front of the entire class." I could hear the disdain for me in her voice. "Like, come on, could you be more trashy."

I inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. I would not let her remarks get to me. Hilda was one of those girls who'd not left high school drama behind.

"Oh, shut up, Hilda," Snapped the voice of a girl I hadn't met yet, "you've been caught in more compromising situations than that. You're just envious that she's replaced you."

"Shut up, Gertrude." Hilda screeched, obviously livid that someone dared to call her out on her shit, "That tramp will never replace me. For now, Aphelion can enjoy fucking her, but our fathers will never break our engagement, not for some nobody like her."

"You would get in between fated mates?" The girl called Gertrude asked, disgust in her voice,

"We all know fated mates don't exist; it's an old wives tale," Hilda replied with an eye roll I could practically hear.

"Just because there hasn't been a fated couple since the olden days doesn't mean it isn't true," Gertrude responded as I walked down the locker room closest to them.

I stopped at the corner and peeked around it; Gertrude, a beautiful tanned skin beauty with black eyes and short brown curly hair, was a thicker girl, but her curves were in all the right places. She stood facing Hilda, starring daggers at her, not looking intimidated by her.

"You can't tell me that you aren't upset that some slut walked into this school and wrapped the four most eligible guys around her little finger," Hilda said, her hand on her hip.

I had had enough of Hilda; I walked forward, making my appearance known.

"Listen, Helga; Aphelion just isn't that into you. It's got nothing to do with him or with me. It's you. He couldn't stand being attached to a nasty, selfish bitch who couldn't give a shit less about anyone else but herself. He has his kingdom to think about, and having a cunt Queen isn't something he could support." I say casually, shrugging my shoulders.

"Why, you Bitch!" Hilda raised her right arm, palm facing out, causing lightning to strike out, heading straight towards me.

I have no time to react; it's happening so quickly. I close my eyes, waiting for the lighting to strike, but it never does. Instead, I felt tiny sparks run along my body, like when Aphelion embraced me. I slowly open my eyes, and everyone is staring at me like I am so kind of a freak.

"Did you just absorb her lighting?" Gertrude asked like it was the most bizarre thing she had ever seen.

"Umm, I don't know," I replied.

"How do you not know, Hilda is a demigod, she's half a God, her lightning strikes are only second to Aphelions in this school. You definitely would have felt it."

"Honestly, I only felt tiny sparks crawl over my skin, similar to Aphelion's effect on me when we embrace," I reply, looking down at my feet. Had I done something wrong?

"If that isn't proof enough that she is Aphelion's mate, I don't know what is." As she pulled her shirt down, "Catch you later, Katrina; I can't be late to Magical Enhancement; Professor Isis is a real stickler."

"Bye." I waved at Gertrude, hoping I would see her later. I wanted to thank her properly for sticking up to me.

"Your performance just now doesn't mean you're APHELION'S MATE! It means you're a FREAK. Instead of feeding off sex, as a magical succubus, you feed off power." Hilda replies, glaring at me.

"Whatever you want to believe, Helga," I reply, grabbing my bag and slamming my locker shut.

I didn't want to believe her, but a small part of me wondered if she was right. Could this be another demonic power that I possessed?