The next ten days went horribly. Mr. Jacobi was especially angry at the class and Jack was loaded down with homework that would last him the next month. Science sucked; more homework. Last weekend had been full of warring over pointless crap. And gym had ended today with Cyrindil backhanding him across the face and crying. Well, the fact that Jack's last two dates with Alina were canceled due to a few favors that she needed to repay wasn't as bad. They could go out some other time, and she was already going to hang out with him today anyway.
He was already in deep with four women, and Alina would make five if she decided she wanted to be his girlfriend. The strange thing about it was that while Jack had three women at home and one in another dimension, he still wanted to go out with Alina. He had enough of his plate at the moment. Why did he want to pile more on?
He'd have to ask Elassa when he got home. And when he unlocked the door to his apartment and went it, he dropped his stuff on the floor and went immediately to his room. Inside, he found Elassa holding Niaf's arm behind her back and pinning the blue-eyed succubus against the wall.
"You wanna say that again?" she snarled, baring her long fangs.
"Oh hell yeah. Master fucked me so hard last night, I nearly passed out. Moaning someone else's name was the least of my problems. I thought I was gonna melt," she snickered, pushing her fingers against her ass.
"Wait 'til he gets home, Niaf. You just wait."
"I can't take this. Not today guys. Straighten out, now," Jack growled. Elassa smirked.
"Oh, now you're getting it," she said.
"Oh yeah, fuck ya, cunt!" Niaf retorted, ramming her foot into Elassa's knee. Both succubi fell to the floor and began fighting, pulling each other's hair and punching and kicking and screaming. Jack turned back around and slammed the door in his wake. He grabbed his backpack and heard something flop against the ground.
He saw that the door had split in half and had fallen to the floor.
"Fuck!" he thundered. "Anathane, fucking get me out of here," he whined, a lump forming in his throat. The ground came out from under him and he fell into a cold void. Not long afterward, the ground rose to meet him and he fell face first against whatever floor had put itself in front of him. His backpack hit him and he got to his knees, angrier than ever.
He grabbed his backpack and tossed it as far as he possibly could. He suddenly realized that this was not such a good idea, seeing as whatever room he was in stretched on for as far as he could see, and every wall was red lined with gold. His backpack flopped to the ground almost thirty feet away, and split open at the seams.
He let out a silent scream and curled up on his knees, letting his forehead touch the warm floor. He put his hands behind his head and shut his eyes.
"You have to be fucking kidding me. Anathane, where the fuck are you?"
"Jack? Oh no, you hit your head!" Anathane's copper hands were suddenly bringing Jack upright and her worried eyes scanning his face for physical punishment. Jack grabbed her and hugged her tightly. He buried his face into the crook of her neck and breathed heavily, trying to push down the lump in his throat.
"I've had the worst day, Anathane," Jack moaned into her tanned skin. Anathane wrapped him up in her arms very gently and lifted him off the floor.
"It's alright, Jack. Just sit still and I'll start a bath for you," she cooed in a motherly tone. She set Jack down on the floor next to his backpack and picked up one of his books. It was his literature book. She flipped it open and began reading it curiously, looking at Jack's barely-started homework assignment. Jack tried to control himself. Why did he have to cry? Why couldn't he just get over it all? Fuck.
"You have a lot to do in two nights, Jack."
"No shit, I was completely unaware that I had six plays and summaries to read by the end of the week. And I was ignorant of the fact that I have to summarize four shot stories by Monday! Fucking hell," he cried. Anathane looked down at him with pity.
"If you'd like I can do all that for you." Jack's eyes opened.
"You what?"
"I can do the summaries for you. I can do other things for you as well," she offered, closing the literature book. Jack glanced at her from the ground, and then grabbed his science book out of the pile of books lying next to his torn backpack.
"You any good at science?" Jack asked, blinking away tears. Another Anathane appeared on her knees next to him and snatched the thick book away, a grin on her face.
"Does the Krebs Cycle take place in the Mitochondrion?" she replied cheekily. Jack let out a long sigh and soon the pile of books was dispersed between five of Anathane's copies. The 'original' Anathane stood before him, smiling.
"Would you like a bath?"
"Are you sure that's safe? I mean, the only liquids that you've ever shown me either burn me of electrocute me," he said suspiciously. The floor suddenly turned wet and Jack fell into a body of water the size of an Olympic swimming poll. He felt something push him up above the surface and he coughed as water went down his throat. Anathane still stood, unfazed by the sudden change of the state of matter.
"I'm fairly sure it's safe enough for you, incomplete boy," she chided.
"Are you trying to drown me on purpose?" Jack continued coughing until everything was out of his system, and then groaned. "Great, now everything I have on his soaking wet. Great job." The water rose suddenly and collected beneath his shirt. The button on his jeans came undone and his arms were behind raised.
He resisted, but soon realized that this was Anathane's weird way of undressing him. His shirt came off, followed by his shoes and his socks and his pants. And then his boxers came off, leaving him naked. He was released back into the pool and splashed noisily to stay afloat this time. He realized that he could stand, and did so. He wiped his face of water, feeling silly.
"Do you feel comfortable? Or would you like the water to be warmer?" Anathane asked as if she were a hostess in an expensive resort hotel or something. Jack frowned.
"At least warn me when you're about to drop me."
"I'll take that as a warmer." The water was instantly warmer and Jack sat back down. The bottom of the pool warped and the edge drew up to his back. He found it a little unnerving that she had complete control over every little aspect of this place. But then again, it was her body after all.
"Uh...well, thanks? I uh...this is really weird."
"Just relax and enjoy it, Jack." Anathane appeared in his lap and let her head rest against his shoulder. Jack let his head fall back onto something soft and pliable. He reached back and found that it was smooth. Turning his head, he watched one of Anathane's copies with his English book smiling down at him.
"Is momma's tummy comfy?" she asked in an innocent, carefree sort of way. Jack just let his head rest against the improvised pillow. He snaked his arms around Anathane's waist and sighed. She adjusted herself in his lap and Jack wished she hadn't. His cock rose faster that he would have thought possible and when she slid forward, it rubbed against her pussy. A soft sigh parted her lips and she closed her eyes.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing really. I've just had a bad day and I wanted to get away from it all. You ever have those kinds of...well, you probably don't. You do have thousands of people waiting on you hand and foot if you get into a pissy mood."
"Oh, honey, I have those days all the time. Ever since you came to me ragged and broken, I have had years so horrible that I cannot seem to bear them. I have hundreds of fallen angels at my beck and call, and not one of them will fill the void that you have left in my soul."
