As Kain was stepping back, a cruel knowing grin flashed across his face.
When has he ever backed away?
Even when the risk was high, he always made sure to satisfy the women around him.
So grabbed Beatrix again.
He leaned down, his forehead pressing against Beatrix's as she trembled against the wall.
He didn't bark orders.
He didn't demand worship.
Instead, he whispered, voice low, molten:
"You're beautiful when you're aching for me…"
Beatrix gasped, her whole body shuddering at the tender cruelty of it.
Ruby, still on her knees, crawled forward and clutched the hem of Kain's coat, tugging it like a desperate kitten.
Lyla leaned against his thigh, looking up with wide, pleading eyes.
They needed him.
Craved him.
Loved him.
And Kain, the cruel bastard, loved them back in the worst, sweetest way.
He pulled Beatrix down into a savage kiss, one hand sliding up under her skirt, feeling how wet she already was.
He chuckled darkly against her lips.
"All this just from a few dirty words and pictures? Naughty girl..."
Beatrix whimpered into his mouth, grinding shamelessly against his hand.
Without warning, Kain grabbed Ruby by the chin, tilting her face up.
Her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted in open devotion.
He kissed her too, slower, deeper, making her moan like crazy.
"You taste like need," he murmured against Ruby's mouth, dragging his fingers up her bare thigh.
Lyla, not to be forgotten, pressed herself against his side, nuzzling into his chest, hands slipping under his coat, trailing up his ribs.
Kain finally pulled back just enough to breathe.
He looked at them, all three of them, trembling, begging, starving for him.
"My precious girls," he whispered, sweet, dangerous, promising a night they'd never forget.
"I'm going to love you until you can't stand... Until the only thing you remember is my name on your lips"
They never made it back to the dorms.
Kain pushed them into a forgotten, empty classroom, the door slamming shut behind them.
Desks were shoved aside in seconds.
Papers fluttered to the ground.
Chalk cracked under their heels.
He had Beatrix bent over the teacher's desk first, skirt bunched up over her hips, panties ripped down her thighs.
Ruby was spread open across the nearest student desk, legs dangling off the edge, moaning as she shamelessly fingered herself, eyes locked on Kain.
Lyla?
Lyla was on her knees again, kissing along Kain's thighs, trying desperately to free him from his belt with shaking fingers.
"You're so good to me," Kain murmured as he finally let Lyla pull him free, hard, throbbing, leaking just from the taste of their worship.
He grabbed her by the hair, but gently this time, guiding her mouth to his dick.
"Take it slow," he whispered, voice molten sweet, "I want to feel every second you're wrapped around me"
Lyla moaned as she took him deep, eyes watering in pleasure, not pain.
Behind him, Beatrix ground her ass back against the desk, whimpering:
"Please... please, Kain... I need you..."
Ruby's voice chimed in, breathless:
"Me too... Please... Use me..."
They weren't just begging for pleasure.
They were begging for him.
His love.
His mercy and his cruelty.
And Kain?
He gave it to them all.
He took Beatrix first, rough, fast, making her cry out and clutch the edge of the desk.
While Lyla licked his cock sweetly, her hands sliding up to fondle his heavy balls with tenderness.
Ruby watched, legs spread wide, fingers buried deep inside herself, crying out every time Kain pounded into Beatrix harder.
"Kain... Kain... Kain..."
His name filled the room like a prayer, a curse, a blessing.
When he finished inside Beatrix, grunting low, hips grinding deep, he didn't even stop.
He grabbed Ruby next, lifting her like she weighed nothing, bending her over the next desk.
"You've teased me enough," he whispered against her ear, voice thick with love and hunger,
"Now it's my turn"
Ruby screamed in bliss when he entered her, loud, raw, uncaring if the whole school heard.
Meanwhile, Lyla, precious, sweet Lyla, kissed and licked along his back, clinging to him even as he ravaged Ruby.
When he finally pulled free from Ruby, soaked in their shared sin, he turned to Lyla.
She looked up at him, flushed, desperate, tears streaking down her cheeks from pleasure, and spread her legs without a word.
"Beautiful," he whispered as he lifted her into his arms, carrying her to the last untouched desk.
He kissed her forehead once, tenderly, like a lover, before slamming into her so hard the desk skidded back against the wall.
(He used protection magic, of course)
Lyla cried out his name over and over again, holding onto him like he was the only thing that mattered in the world.
And to them?
He was.
When they were done, when the room smelled of sex and sweat and desperate love, Kain gathered them up in his arms.
Beatrix snuggled against his chest, face dazed and dreamy.
Ruby traced lazy circles against his thigh.
Lyla whimpered softly, little kisses against his neck.
And Kain?
He just smiled, lazy, cruel, victorious.
"Fuck this was good" he whispered.
He threw his coat over them like a king covering his prized treasures.
"Come," he murmured, voice deep, rough, "the night's not over until you forget your own names"
They obeyed without question.
Not because he forced them.
Because they wanted to.
Kain's Room
He kicked the door open and threw them onto the bed.
The girls landed in a pile of tangled limbs, laughing, gasping, already peeling off what little clothing they had left.
Kain shed his shirt, belt clinking to the ground, muscles flexing under the golden glow of the chandelier above.
Beatrix crawled toward him first, lips parted.
Ruby and Lyla weren't far behind, wrapping themselves around his legs.
"Please," Beatrix whispered, tears welling in her eyes, "Don't ever leave us"
Kain smiled, soft, dangerous.
He cupped her cheek and leaned down, pressing a kiss against her forehead so tender it hurt.
"Never," he promised, voice like velvet over steel.
He pinned Beatrix beneath his chest, Ruby spooning against his back, Lyla sprawled across his stomach, clinging to him even as her eyelids fluttered from exhaustion.
Hands roamed lazily.
Soft kisses were exchanged.
Whispers of love and filth filled the dark room.
Every inch of him was worshiped, kissed, licked, and bitten.
Kain didn't stop them.
He deserved this.
He earned this.
Outside the room
Finn trudged down the hallway like the dumbass he was, humming a happy little tune.
In his hand?
A crumpled little bouquet of half-dead flowers he'd bought from the cafeteria vendor, thinking Beatrix would love them.
He paused outside Kain's door, hearing faint noises inside, little gasps, giggles, and the deep rumble of Kain's voice.
Finn grinned like an idiot.
"Man... Kain's so cool. Probably just having a sleepover with the guys…"
Fool.
Utter fool.
He shuffled off to his room, completely clueless.
Inside
Kain had Beatrix riding him slowly, her nails digging into his chest, her head thrown back in bliss.
Ruby was straddling his face, hips grinding shamelessly as he devoured her like a starving man.
Lyla clutched his hand tightly, pressing desperate kisses to his knuckles, tears slipping down her cheeks from the overwhelming love she felt.
"I love you," she whispered between kisses, "I love you so much..."
Beatrix echoed the same.
Ruby sobbed it aloud, thighs shaking as she came undone against Kain's mouth.
He drank it all in, their pleasure, letting it fill the hollow places inside him.
Later that Night
The four of them lay tangled together, naked under the heavy comforter.
Beatrix pressed against his left side, murmuring sleepy confessions into his ear.
Ruby sprawled across his chest, tracing lazy circles over his heart.
Lyla clung to his right arm, kissing it every few minutes even in sleep.
Kain stared at the ceiling, utterly satisfied, feeling the warm weight of their love all around him.
A slow, cruel smirk curled his lips.
"Sleep now," he whispered, voice low enough only the darkness heard.
"We can continue tomorrow"
The next Morning
The academy bustled with energy.
Students scurried around like ants, carrying textbooks and coffee mugs, cramming for tests, gossiping about yesterday's Rift Safety speech.
And at the center of it all?
Kain.
Leaning back in his chair outside the campus café, black coat draped over one shoulder, he was the image of lazy arrogance.
Ruby, Beatrix, and Lyla sat scattered nearby, pretending to be normal students sipping tea and eating croissants.
But their eyes?
All chained to Kain.
Their phones buzzed, almost in unison.
Kain, with one hand resting lazily over his thigh, sent a single, devastating message:
Not satisfied with last night.
Fix it, or I'll come to you!
The girls shuddered.
Their thighs pressed together instinctively.
Beatrix bit her lip so hard she nearly drew blood.
Ruby let out the tiniest whimper, masked by sipping her drink.
Lyla shifted in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs, her face pink and breathing shallow.
Kain didn't even look at them.
Just sipped his coffee and stared out at the gardens with that smirk that promised ruin.
Beatrix rose first, claiming she needed "extra napkins."
She walked by Kain's table casually, but as she passed behind him, she dragged her fingers along his spine through the fabric of his coat.
"I'm dripping already," she whispered so only he could hear.
Kain smiled into his cup.
Ruby followed, pretending to trip.
She caught herself on Kain's shoulder, leaning low to murmur against his neck:
"Bathroom. Two minutes. I'll be waiting. No panties"
Lyla, more daring, dropped her fork.
As she bent over to pick it up, slow, sensual, she made sure Kain got a full view of her soaked panties under her short skirt.
She looked back over her shoulder, cheeks flushed, mouthing silently:
"Use me. Please"
Kain set his cup down.
Very calmly.
Very slowly.
He stood, rolling his neck.
Without a word, he walked inside.
The girls scattered like prey waiting to be caught.
Inside the Bathroom
Beatrix waited against the sink, trembling, hands fisted in her skirt.
Kain didn't slow down.
He kicked the door shut and lifted her effortlessly onto the marble counter, crushing their mouths together in a brutal kiss that left her gasping.
"Did you think last night was enough?" his hands roaming.
"No... no, master..." Beatrix whimpered, clinging to him.
"Good"
He didn't give her another second of mercy.
The cold marble burned against her back as he took her, hard, fast, making her whimper and sob his name, while students passed by the door, clueless to the lewd acts just inches away.
Ruby
Kain didn't even let her speak.
He caught her sneaking out of the girls' locker room, yanked her into a dark closet, and silenced her moan with a fierce kiss.
"You said no panties," he whispered darkly, slipping his hand under her skirt.
Sure enough.
Bare.
Wet.
Waiting.
"Good," he murmured sweetly, like he was complimenting her grades, and then he had her pinned to the wall, one hand over her mouth, the other claiming what was already his.
Ruby came instantly, body shaking, tears streaming down her face from sheer overstimulation.
Kain kissed those tears away tenderly, whispering:
"I love seeing you fall apart just for me"
Lyla
She was the worst.
The moment Kain found her alone near the library, she was already on her knees, hands in prayer position, eyes wide and wet.
"Please, Kain... please, I need it... need you..."
He could have teased her.
Tormented her.
Instead?
He cupped her cheek lovingly, thumb stroking her lips, and whispered:
"I'll give you everything you crave"
Lyla pressed kisses into his palm, nuzzling into him like a starving animal.
Kain guided her mouth exactly where he wanted it, groaning low as she served him like the devoted little worshipper she was.
Meanwhile
Finn walked by the courtyard, holding a tiny teddy bear with a dumb grin on his face.
"Man, I can't wait to give this to Beatrix later. She's gonna love it!"
The fool.
The absolute fool.
While Kain was stuffing his girlfriend's mouth with his dick, poor Finn was actively trying his best.
And the most he would get was a hug and a "thank you."
Nothing more.
Not ever.
Later that Night
The girls crowded around Kain's bed again, naked under his coat, whimpering for his touch, desperate for more.
Kain stood over them, shirtless, eyes dark.
"You wanted to tease me all day?" he asked softly.
They nodded, trembling.
Kain's smile was slow, cruel, loving:
"Then tonight... you won't get to cum unless you beg"
He cracked his knuckles.
The girls moaned in fear and excitement, squirming under his gaze.
"Now," Kain whispered, leaning down to kiss them one by one, "let's see who breaks first"
The Next Day
Professor Graystone dismissed the class early, muttering something about preparing for the next Rift mission.
The students buzzed with relief, gathering their things, laughing, and chatting.
Except for one.
Finn.
Standing there at the front of the room, clutching three poorly wrapped presents against his chest, with little bows, clumsy paper, and awkward tape sticking out everywhere.
His heart pounded.
"Today's the day," he told himself, smiling widely.
"I'm gonna make them feel loved. Like they make me feel!"
He cleared his throat loudly.
Nobody paid attention.
He tried again.
Louder this time.
"Uh, excuse me, everyone!"
A few students glanced his way, mildly curious.
Finn turned to Beatrix, Ruby, and Lyla, who stood near the windows, pretending to chat, sneaking glances at Kain, who leaned lazily against the far wall.
Finn walked up, holding out the gifts like a proud child offering macaroni art to a chef.
"I made these for you guys!" he said brightly.
"Handmade! Picked out everything myself!"
Beatrix blinked.
For a moment, just a flicker, sadness crossed her face.
Not for the gift.
For the pathetic sight before her.
A dog offering scraps to wolves.
She took the little box half-heartedly, forcing a smile.
"T-thanks, Finn... you're really sweet," she said, barely above a whisper.
She gave him a tiny hug, one-armed, brief, polite.
Already stepping back before he could hold her tighter.
Ruby followed.
She took the gift gingerly, like it might stain her fingers.
"Thank you, Finn," she said quickly, flashing the same fake smile she gave the cafeteria lady.
She patted his shoulder once, just once, and stepped away, her eyes darting immediately toward Kain.
Lyla was last.
She hesitated.
A heartbeat.
Then plastered on the brightest, fakest smile in the world.
"Awww, you're too kind, Finn!" she said loudly, too loudly, drawing unwanted attention to the sad little scene.
She squeezed his hand quickly, a child's handshake, and pocketed the gift without even looking at it.
The class watched in awkward silence.
Some pitied him.
Some smirked cruelly.
A few whispered behind their hands.
"Look at that idiot…"
"He really thinks they love him?"
"It's kinda sad, honestly"
And Kain?
He stood at the back of the room, arms crossed, head tilted slightly.
Watching.
Amused.
Cruel.
His eyes glowed faintly under the classroom lights as he witnessed every pitiful second.
When Finn turned, beaming with naive pride, Kain met his gaze.
Smirked.
And gave him a slow, mocking thumbs-up.
"Good job, champ!"
Finn beamed brighter, mistaking cruelty for approval.
He clutched his now-empty hands to his chest, thinking.
"I'm so lucky... they're amazing... and Kain thinks so too!"
Meanwhile
Behind Finn's back, the girls quietly texted under the table.
Beatrix:
God, I feel disgusting...
Ruby:
I need Kain's arms around me. Now!
Lyla:
Please, Kain... please use me tonight. I can't pretend anymore
And Kain?
He didn't reply.
Not yet.
He simply slid his phone into his pocket and watched Finn walk away with the same stupid smile he always had.
Nightfall
The hallways were quiet, only the distant hum of mana lamps and the occasional hoot of a night owl stirring the silence.
Kain walked lazily toward his dorm, hands deep in his pockets, mind already alight with dark thoughts.
He could practically feel the heat of Beatrix's breath against his ear, Ruby's soft whimpers, and Lyla's nails digging into his skin.
His heart beat just a little faster.
The handle to his door was just in reach.
He smiled, twisting it open.
Only to hear.
"Hey, Kain!!"
Finn's stupidly bright voice cut through the night like a drunk knight in a crystal shop.
Kain froze.
Eyes dead.
Slowly, he turned.
Finn stood there, pajama pants wrinkled, hair a mess, clutching a bottle of cheap alcohol and two cracked glasses.
Puppy dog eyes full power.
"Come on, man! Let's drink together! You're my best friend, y'know?" he said, waving the bottle like a prized trophy.
Kain hesitated.
He could say no.
He could walk away.
But...
Finn's expression was so genuinely happy it felt like kicking a dog in the teeth.
Kain clenched his jaw.
"...Fine"
He stepped into Finn's dorm, shutting the door behind him like a man walking into his own funeral.
Inside Finn's room
It was a mess.
Dirty clothes.
Unwashed dishes.
A single half-dead plant in the corner, bravely clinging to life.
Finn plopped onto the floor, poured two drinks, and handed one to Kain.
Kain took it wordlessly.
The taste was shit.
No buzz or anything, it just tasted like absolute shit.
'Doesn't the academy send this fuck money?'
Finn grinned, cheeks already pink.
"You know... I'm really lucky," Finn slurred slightly.
"Those girls... Beatrix, Ruby, Lyla... they're amazing"
Kain said nothing, sipping the awful drink.
"I was so scared giving them the gifts today, man..." Finn laughed sheepishly.
"Thought I'd mess it up, you know? But they smiled! They hugged me!"
He beamed, eyes sparkling with drunken pride.
"I... I really love them," Finn said, voice soft.
"I'm gonna be the best boyfriend ever"
Kain stared at him over the rim of his glass.
Somewhere deep inside, a part of him felt... not guilt.
But something close to pity.
Finn poured another drink, oblivious to the slow, cruel death happening behind Kain's eyes.
"Hey, uh..." Finn mumbled, scratching his head, embarrassed.
"Can I get more advice?"
Kain arched his brow.
"Advice?"
"Yeah! About love! Y'know... how to keep a girl happy! You're, like, super cool and wise and stuff!"
Kain chuckled darkly, shaking his head.
"You already have three girlfriends, Finn," he said smoothly.
"What the hell would you need my advice for?"
Finn laughed bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I guess I'm just lucky, huh?"
Kain's phone buzzed.
He pulled it out under the table.
Three notifications.
Ruby:
I'm already naked in your bed... I miss you.
A photo attached: panties around her ankles, legs spread slightly
Beatrix:
Hurry up, Master~ We're wet and lonely…
A photo attached: her tongue out, fingers between her breasts
Lyla:
I need your cock now, Kain…
A photo attached: her fingers inside her dripping slit, biting her lip
Kain exhaled slowly, fingers tightening around the glass.
His cock strained painfully against his pants.
Finn, meanwhile, clinked their glasses together drunkenly.
"To love!!" he cheered, laughing.
Kain forced a thin smile, the devil burning behind his eyes.
"Yeah..." he muttered.
"To love"
Kain's room
His three gorgeous, needy girls waited, squirming in his bed, their bodies aching for him.
And here he was...
Trapped.
Listening to a fucking moron babble about how lucky he was to have his girls.
And Kain?
He didn't rage.
He didn't scream.
He simply smiled coldly into his drink, plotting a night of such brutal domination for the girls.
A few painful, endless drinks later
Finn slumped over, half-conscious, a goofy grin smeared across his face.
Kain sighed, setting his empty glass down.
He stood up, stretching casually, and leaned over Finn's limp form.
"Lightweight," Kain muttered, almost fondly.
With an effortless motion, he scooped Finn up like dead weight and tossed him onto the bed.
He hit his head, which Kain had to heal with magic before anything severe happened to the man's brain.
Finn mumbled something about "best friends forever" into the pillow.
Kain cracked his neck, then raised one hand lazily.
Snap
A burst of magic rippled through the room.
In an instant, the clutter, the filth, the empty bottles, gone.
The floor sparkled.
The air smelled faintly of fresh linen.
A small apology.
A tiny gesture of mercy for the fucking carnage he was about to unleash next door.
Kain stuffed his hands into his pockets and strolled out without a glance back.
Across the hallway.
Kain's room
He opened the door and was greeted with such lewdness.
Ruby was on her knees at the edge of the bed, still wearing nothing but a red choker, her flushed face lighting up the second she saw him.
Beatrix lounged across the sheets, legs wide open, fingers glistening as she lazily stroked herself, her black hair a halo around her wicked smile.
Lyla was sprawled belly-down, ass raised high, her soaked panties dangling from one ankle, looking over her shoulder with a smirk.
The smell of sex was thick and heavy in the air.
They'd been waiting.
Begging.
Teasing themselves stupid while he was stuck babysitting.
No more.
Kain kicked the door shut behind him.
The lock clicked ominously.
His jacket slid off his shoulders in one smooth motion.
His shirt followed.
Then his belt.
Each movement was slow.
Deliberate.
The girls watched, trembling, desperate.
Kain climbed onto the bed, towering over them.
"You've been very naughty," he said softly, voice dripping molten honey.
"You kept me waiting"
Ruby whimpered, eyes wide and glassy.
Beatrix bit her lip, hips grinding the air needily.
Lyla licked her lips, her thighs rubbing together.
Kain grabbed Ruby by the chin first, lifting her gaze to meet his.
"You missed me that much, little slut?"
"Y-Yes, Master..." she breathed, trembling.
He kissed her roughly, devouring her lips, his tongue forcing her mouth open.
She moaned into him, collapsing against his chest.
Beatrix immediately clawed at his pants, freeing his already throbbing cock with trembling fingers.
Lyla whimpered in frustration, reaching out blindly, needing to be touched.
Kain pushed Ruby down onto her back without mercy, his hand sliding down to part her soaked folds.
The other hand grabbed Beatrix by the hair, dragging her face down to his cock.
"You wanted this so badly..." he murmured, teasing the tip against her lips.
"Then show me"
Beatrix opened wide obediently, moaning as he thrust deep into her throat.
Kain closed his eyes briefly, savoring the feeling.
Behind him, Lyla kissed down his back, her breasts pressing against him, her fingers sneaking lower to fondle his balls gently.
Ruby writhed helplessly, her legs thrown over his shoulder as he plunged two fingers into her dripping pussy without warning.
Her screams were muffled by the sounds of Beatrix gagging around his cock.
Meanwhile
Across the hall, Finn snored peacefully, drooling on his pillow.
Dreaming about how lucky he was, believing with all his stupid, honest heart that three beautiful girls loved him.
While those same girls were becoming mindless messes by the only man they ever truly craved.
Hours passed.
Kain sat, his back against the wall, lighting a cigarette, watching his handiwork with cruel, satisfied eyes.
Ruby lay sprawled across his lap, naked and twitching, her body covered in bite marks.
Her throat was red from all the screaming, her legs still trembling violently from too many orgasms to count.
His hand casually stroked her sweat-soaked hair.
Beatrix was crumpled at the foot of the bed, one hand still buried between her thighs, mindlessly grinding herself against nothing, drooling into the sheets.
Her once proud, smug face was now nothing but a dumb, blissful expression of a girl who'd been absolutely wrecked.
Lyla was curled up against Kain's side, her voice hoarse from screaming his name.
Her pussy still leaked his cum down her thighs, staining the sheets under her.
All three of them wore the same dazed, destroyed look.
He leaned back, blowing a ring of smoke toward the ceiling.
"You girls wanted my attention so badly…" he murmured, voice soft, almost affectionate.
Ruby whimpered weakly against his thigh.
Beatrix tried to crawl closer, but her arms gave out, and she collapsed with a pathetic moan.
Lyla just pressed her face tighter against his chest, desperate for comfort.
Kain chuckled darkly.
"You should know by now..." he whispered, running his fingers through Lyla's tangled white hair, "...you don't need to tease me to receive my cum"
They mewled pathetically in agreement, too far gone to speak.
Across the hall
Finn turned over in his sleep, mumbling happily.
Something about weddings.
Children.
Happily ever after.
The innocent dreams of a fool.
Back in the room
Kain stubbed out his cigarette.
"Sleep now," he whispered, almost gently.
"You'll need your strength for tomorrow"
The girls clung to him.
Whispering in their sleep.
And Kain?
He just smirked.