We stood outside of the ornate carriage, Emerald holding a golden box.  His eyes were wet with tears, my slender hands opening the box.  A letter caught my eyes, the words tuition paid off making tears well up in my eyes.  His green velvet suit swayed in the morning breeze, Jameson shifting uncomfortably behind me.  White uniforms flashed in my eyes, the black one I was wearing feeling like an insult to his gift. 

“Your m-, no father, I can’t possibly wear these uniforms.” I sighed deeply, looking away shamefully. “The rules state that a demon has to wear black no matter the situation, and I will pay you back for my tui-”  His hands held mine sweetly, a warm smile flashing in my face.  A soft blush rose to my cheeks, his head shaking. 

“I called the school and they said you worked to pay off your tuition.  It impressed me, and I talked to the headmaster.  He wanted to rip my head off, but he relented finally.  You are in the hero class after all.”  He assured me warmly, embracing me tightly. “I want your future to be bright, so instead of working in all of your free time you can actually have fun.  We do need you to be pregnant by the end of the year.”  A snarl curled on Jameson’s lips, his cock stiffening.  Placing my suitcase over his groin, he cleared his throat.  A lump formed in my throat, Jameson pulling me into the carriage.  A sly grin danced across Emerald’s face as the dragons began back towards the school, his face softening at the sight of me ripping off my black blazer.  My top button popped open, Jameson’s urge to fix it bothering him.  Sliding off the black skirt, the rich white wool felt softer than my other skirt.  My cheeks burned scarlet, the skirt was noticeably shorter only going to the top of my thigh.  Getting to my knees, my teeth unzipped his pants.  His hard cock popped up, my sweet lips wrapping around his thick girth.  

“You don’t have to, Vixen.” He growled hungrily, grabbing me by my horns. “I can think it away.”  Shaking my head, my fingers cupped my balls.  Shooting him a devious look, my pointed tongue licked the length of my dick.  

“I can’t have my dragon stuck with blue balls.  Grab my horns all you want.” I teased lustfully, his moans alerting the driver. “You can be as loud as you want, you are in charge after all.”  Winking at me, I flicked my tongue underneath his head.  It felt so good, his strong hands grabbing my horns, as I sucked him hard.  I am a horndog, and proud of it. 

“I love you so much.” He cried out huskily, his strong arms pulling me up. “Sit on me and take me like the empress you are.  Take my seed.”  His hands grabbed my hips, the driver definitely looking back now.  He slid me down on him, my hips swinging around.  Moans of pleasure exploded from my lips, his hands sliding down to my ass. 

“I love you too, Dragon!” I screamed out, my voice cracking.  His lips grazed the nape of my neck, trailing down to my breasts.  Pure ecstasy jolted my body, his lips wrapping around my nipple.  Pressing my lips against his sensually, an orgasm was not far away.  He sucked my nipple so hard, my composure was fading away.  My screams got louder the harder we thrust together, my slit getting wetter by the second.  

“I am so sorry, Vixen.” He groaned roughly, nibbling my ear. “I can’t hold it in anymore.”  A symphony played in my head, our orgasms exploding at the same time.  His hot seed filled me up, my body melting into his.  Gazing up at me in a dazed goofy face, he tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.  

“I am sorry for being a dick to you earlier.” He apologized sweetly, the words that I never expected to hear coming from his kissable lips. “Would you do me the honor of always being by my side?”  My lips parted to speak, electric jolts of pain shooting through my body.  My slave mark glowed on my hand, silent tears of pain streaming down my cheeks.  She was near, my grandmother was near.  A scream of pain erupted from my lips, the carriage coming to a sudden halt.  Struggling to stand,  blood poured from my nose.  Kicking the door open, my grandmother stood on the other side.  Her mermaid dress hugged her six foot four hourglass figure.  Her red and black mismatched eyes stared at me weakly, blood dripping from the corner of her black lips.  Her giant black horns were crumbling away, inky blackness dying her veins.  Tears were flooding from her eyes, her hand held over her chest.  

“I am sorry for making you hate me, but I came here to undo your slave seal and give you your mother’s sacred blade.” She wheezed, coughing up black blood.  I wanted to hate her so bad, Jameson coming up behind me.  Shaking my head no, blood mixed with my tears of mixed emotions as they streamed down my cheeks. 

“You don’t get to come here and say that you are sorry after everything you did to me!” I yelled over the hurricane level gusts, collapsing to my knees. “What do you want from me anyway?”   This hurts so much the mark glitching, black lightning crackling around my body.  A sad smile dimmed her cracking porcelain skin, a giant white sword with blue roses on the glass handle landing at my knees.  Getting down to my level, her black feathers drifted around us.  Her broken face was inches from mine, her eyes gazing lovingly into mine.  

“I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I was mad because you look just like your father.” She snarled, her darkness fighting back. “I wanted them dead because you were born.  A kind of madness took over, and for that I need you to always hate me.  Don’t feel for me now.”  The next demon emperor is Erant, and he wants your head because of you defecting from us.  Save the world, and remember to always kick ass.  Remember who you are.” She ripped out her black heart, the heart shattering into tiny pieces.  The winds died down, her body turning into a flurry of black feathers.  A black gem sat where she once stood, my slave mark disappearing forever.  A stunned look paralyzed both Jameson’s and the driver’s face, holy flames licking my palm. 

“Goddess of Light, grant her peace, and give her a beautiful afterlife.  Purify.” I chanted gently, watching the black gem turn into a flurry of white butterflies.  Unable to comprehend what just happened, I sat still.  A cry of anguish erupted from my lips, my fingers wrapping around the sword.  Holy white flames devoured the sword, the spirit of the sword claiming me as its owner.  Strong arms scooped me up, concern flashing in his eyes.  A black silk handkerchief sat in his palm as he climbed back in, the sword still firmly in my hands.  She loved me this whole time, and she waited until she was dying.  

“Hold me tightly until the pain goes away.” He pleaded calmly, confusion still ripe in his weak smile. “I will take your pain away.”  My trembling fingers gripped his shirt, the silk of his handkerchief wiping the blood off of my face.  His woodsy scent made my heart feel lighter, the pain evaporating slightly.  Trees flashed by the window, his strong arms laying me down on his lap.  Gazing up at him, he played with my hair.  

“Thank you for accepting me.” I uttered shamefully, attempting to look away from his handsome face. “I am just a burden who d-”  His shaggy hair hung around his face, a snarl curling on his lips as his fists clenched.  Tears crashed onto my face, his rage driving him to cry.  

“You are not a burden!” He snapped passionately, slamming his fist into the back of the seat. “My whole life everyone said that I was worthless and a monster.  If anyone knows how you feel, then I do.  My family always shook their heads in disapproval, my parents being the only ones who treated me like a human being.  When I lost my mother to sickness, my heart froze over until my stepmother came along.  She pretended like I was a special child, and then she left me.  Ever since then I haven’t been able to get rid of my hate towards women, until I met you.  You were the first one to tell me no, and defy me.  It is like we were meant to be.”  Touched by his sudden confession, his breath hitches as I climbed onto his lap.  Cupping his face, my lips kissed him sweetly.  Wiping away his tears, his head nuzzled into my neck.  Salty wetness dripped down my shoulder, the years of pain exploding from the bottle of his emotions.  

“I promise to walk through fire for you.” I promised him warmly, his arms pulling me closer to him. “Together we can work through anything, and I promise to be the best mother to your children.  It is your turn to hold me until your pain is gone.”  The whole ride back to the school we held each other, not moving an inch.  The carriage came to a halt, the driver waiting until our uniforms were on.  Students on both sides of the classes gawked at us, a mix of disgust and jealousy greeting us.  

“How do I look?” I asked sweetly, Jameson beginning to cheer up. “Does the white look better than the black?”  Pulling me close to his chest, my white skirt fluttered in the gentle breeze.  Wrapping a black scarf around my neck, he spun me around.  

“I don’t want the world to see what I only get to see, and I still love you in black.” He teased playfully, students whispering behind us. “You look like an angel in white, Vixen.  Let’s go to orientation, and then we can have more fun.  Climb on my back, so I can feel your breasts pressed against my back.”  My eyebrow twitched, sharp words sitting on the tip of my tongue. 

“Now why would I do that, Dragon?” I queried irritably, his words ruining the moment.  Ignoring my protest, he put me on his back.  Holding my legs, my sword bounced against my legs as he walked to the pure white great hall.  Childlike wonder widened my eyes, his arms setting me down.  Golden dragons lined the walls, a golden dome bathing me in light.  Something cold rained down on me, red covering my eyesight.  The copper smell of pig’s blood wafted up my nose, my white uniform now red.  Everyone laughed, Jameson ready to kill everyone in the room.  Wiping the blood off of my face, I shook my head.  Sitting in the back, the wet gushing sound of blood dripping onto the ground caused everyone to turn and stare at me.  Jameson seethed next to me, the sour looking headmaster coming onto the stage.  His bald head shined in the yellow lights, his black Victorian suit even more pristine than Jameson’s.  A task hard to achieve, a knife flying in my direction.  Sharp gasps erupted around me as I caught in between my fingers, the short man at the podium clearing his throat.  

“The optional sword fighting competition will begin today after orientation, and anyone in the hero class can try out.” He announced cheerfully, ignoring the clear bullying going on against me.  Another weapon flew my way, once again my fingers catching it.  This time my temper was very present, my fingers flinging it towards the stage.  Everyone turned towards me, a million eyes on me.  Standing up, I sauntered down to the stage.  Shoving him aside, I must have looked like a mess.  

“I am Alice Dumont, your future empress, and I am giving you all one chance to stop trying to kill me.  Get over the fact that I am a damn half demon, you assholes!” I barked icily, twenty more blades flying my way. “Apparently I have to settle this in your arena.  Consider yourself warned.” Lifting the table next to me, the blades all quivered in the dark cherry wood.  Setting it down, my boots sloshed out of the hall.  Jameson followed after me, the headmaster waddling after us. 

“I cannot permit a half-demon trash to enter the competition.” He sneered rudely, spitting in my face. “You won’t make it through the entrance of the arena with your dark energy.”  Spinning around, my boot smashed into his gut. 

“Listen up old man, I am pure enough to get into that arena.” I retorted hotly, taking out my sword. “Only the purest can hold my mother’s blade.  Since I am what I am, I can safely assume that you are going to do nothing about the blood all over my uniform, and the constant attempted assassinations.  Leave me alone, or I will get you kicked out of your position and put someone much more qualified.  One more thing, when did they drain your blood you stupid pig of a man?  That is all you will ever be is a pig.” Turning around, a cloud of dirt covered his uniform.  A dagger shot in my direction, Marissa looking triumphant in a white uniform.  Both of our faces fell, her lips spreading into an evil grin. 

“How was your blood, you monster?” She cackled maniacally, playing with her perfect hair. “You forgot we were rich merchants before we had a royal title.  You don’t belong in white you whore.”  Spinning on her heels, Jameson was about ready to knock down a whole building.  Taking his hand, I dragged him to our dorm room.  Peeling off my uniform, I snapped my fingers.  My skin was clean, my nimble fingers pulling on a fresh uniform.  Picking up my scarf, the blood had ruined it beyond repair. 

“How could you not want to hurt them?” He queried in disbelief, a confident smile curling on my lips.  Wrapping my arms around his neck, his heart was beating out of his chest.  Damn, I really did drive him nuts.  

“I can handle myself, Dragon.” I whispered lustfully in his ear. “Except for when I am around you.  So are you going to cheer me on or what!”  His eyes twinkled playfully, his hands cupping my ass.  What a damn horndog?

“What do I get if you when?” He queried sensually, kissing the nape of my neck. “Besides, I can’t enter anyway.  I have won for the last three years.  So can you prove that you are as good as I am?”  Shoving him away, a snarl curled on his lips.  His God complex was still there, a cocky grin flashing in my direction.  

“So you say you are good, but I think I am better.” I gloated gleefully, watching his eyebrow twitch irritably. “Just you watch, Dragon.”