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Lunar Academy for the Gifted

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"I am simply wondering why a student of our school would be covered with things such as this," Maddox said, his fingers continuing to brush along the scars. There was no way even he could undo something like that; healing magic wasn't his specialty, and scars tended to be pretty permanent, though he could have sealed them up without a mark had they been fresh. He also now understood why she jumped when he grabbed her so suddenly, and his grip relaxed considerably. However, he did attempt to pull her back a bit. "I'm not going to harm you, Eirawen. I'm just looking," he said, fingers brushing gently across the scars, and up onto the curve of her hip a little bit.
 
"Lets just say that foster family number two weren't the best. They constantly looked me outside the house, put their cigars on my back, whipped me, beat me. It is something I am not fond of speaking about. Living there was like being in the 7th circle of hell. The only good thing I can really say is that they didn't rape me...that is one of the only things they didn't do to me though." Eirawen said looking down at the ground, her face turned away from him. The albino did jump though when his fingers brushed against the curve of her hip, her body shuddered underneath gentle touch, she wasn't sure if he was trying to make a sexual advance on her or if he really was tracing on of the whip marks.
 
Maddox was silent for several moments, his finger idly tracing along the various scars on her back, and he tugged her shirt up just a little bit so that he could see. "That's inhuman," he murmured to himself. "I wish I had the capabilities to undo all of this. If they were fresher, I would be able to do as I did to your burn earlier, but... I don't know that I could do it now," he explained, both hands running gently over the curve of her hips.
 
The albino gasped as the man lifted up her shirt just a tad bit more, exposing more of her scar covered back. "Yyeah well humans are generally not the nicest beings. If they find something that is unique or beautiful they do their best to destroy it. I was different, I was weaker, I was the perfect target for them. I didn't have the power to stand up to them. I was the the lamb in the lions den." She said, trying to remain calm, though she jumped when she felt Mr. Maddox hands gently running over the curve of her delicate hip.
 
"I would say unique and beautiful sums it up perfectly," he murmured softly. "And you've no idea how far humans sink. Morality is rather like clothes I find... it can be well-worn, clean, and nice... or tatty with age and tear. And when it's sent off to the cleaners, it's scrubbed in blood, tears, and molten iron," he said. One of his many metaphors which made little to no sense to most. He traced on whip scar upwards, hands something down her sides a moment later, eyes carefully studying her scars. So brutal...
 
"I think I have a small idea of how low mortality has sunk, I have experienced a little first hand after all. And yes, I believe I understand at least a little bit of what you are saying..." Eirawen suddenly realized that he had called her unique and beautiful, her cheeks turned pink and her skin grew warm. "Yyou should be careful what you say Mr. Maddox, someone could think that you are hitting on me..." The albino said as she tried not flinch as he traced the second longest whip scar. The longest one went up to her neck and down to her rear, she closed her eyes as she remembered the pain it had caused her, how much she had bled.
 
"Oh? And why would anyone ever think such a thing as that?" he asked, using this long whip scar as a pretense for which his hand to travel up her back. However, as a courtesy to her, one hand stayed at her hip, keeping her shirt down as his hand traveled, tracing the scar, before his hand dropped. He rather enjoyed the warmth of her flesh after that comment, and it wasn't as if it was hard to detect a blush on an albino's features.
 
"Because of what you just called me...yyou shouldn't say that your students are beautiful, it isn't right for a teacher to do...pplus you have you hand up the back of my shirt, which I am sure that someone could very easily jump to conclusion just because of that fact." Eirawen said her body shivering as he traced one hand up her longest scar, she tried not to moan, but it was hard not to, his hand was very gentle on her back, almost soothing.
 
"I'm a teacher. I impart facts and truths onto my students. Is that any different?" he asked. He was great with a very skewed way of thinking. He could spin any comment or implication. His fingers traced along her spin for a moment, though that did not last very long, merely teasing her, as if by accident. His second hand slid up her shirt, however, not so far as to drag her shirt up much, though. He was merely searching her back for more wounds, though his hands retained that same gentle, soothing touch. One could almost liken it to a massage.
 
Eirawen let out a gasp of surprise as his hand traced up her spine, her whole body quivered as a chill went through her body. "Iit is different because people could take it the wrong way and you could get fired." The albino jumped slightly when he slide his other hand underneath her shirt, a soft moan escaped her lip as he searched her back for other wounds. Eirawen turned crimson and she quickly covered her mouth trying not to let any more moans escape her lips. The only other wounds his hands would find would be burns and cuts, her broken bones had mended long ago and no longer hurt her. A few of the cut were on the back of her rib cage but that was all, there were no marks on her front, as if the foster parents had known that people would question those. Most of the marks on her back would easily be covered by her clothes or her backpack.
 
Maddox's hands continued uninterrupted, rather enjoying the shiver her body did, and the sound she gave when he traced her spine. Oh... she rather liked that, did she? "Well, I rather doubt you've the authority to fire me, Eirawen...? And I see no one else who could take those words wrongly," he replied to the young woman, his hand moving around to her front, smoothing over her stomach and ribs for any more injuries, though it really was quite smooth. Meanwhile, his free hand traced her spine with two fingers.
 
"I-I may not have the authority too but wwhat if someone came in and saw what you are doing Mr. Maddox?" Eirawen asked before the she jumped in surprise as he moved one hand to her front, running over her smooth stomach, it was actually pretty flat, as if she had worked out, plus there was not one single scar there. When the albino felt the his two hands trace over her spine another moan of pleasure escaped her fair lips, she turned away from him, her face bright red, her whole body shivered underneath his hands, her skin felt weird, tingling underneath his touch.
 
"There are reasonable men at this school, Eirawen. I would tell them I am giving you an impromptu medical exam. Is that not what I am doing, Eirawen? Do you suspect more?" he asked, his voice light, his pants feeling rather tight right now as his hands moved over her pale flesh, and he heard her gentle moans of pleasure. He ran his hand up her spine again, whilst his other hand moved on the front of her body, "checking for scars" all the way up to just below her breasts, only brushing momentarily against the southernmost piece of flesh, before his hand dropped down to her hip. He was greatly enjoying this, oh yes.
 
Eirawen crinkled her brow, it was almost as if he was twisting her words around. "I-I mean I guess you are bbut why do I need a medical exam? Ddon't they already know about my scars? About the foster homes? I guess you aren't doing anything wrong bu--" She was stopped in mid sentence as he ran his hand up her sensitive spine, another moan of pleasure escapes her fair mouth. As soon as she felt his other hand brushing against the small flesh, that wasn't covered by her ill fitting bra, she jumped and let out a gasp of surprise, she felt her nipples harden underneath the fabric of her bra and sighed in relief when his went down to her hip.
 
Maddox was revolutionary in that regard; he liked twisting around words. Besides, he would stop if she actually pulled away from him; misgivings and trying to poke holes in his reasoning certainly weren't enough to stop his wandering hands. He pulled her back just a bit, then, so that she would be sitting on the tops of his knees, and he craned his neck a bit to see her nipples poking out against the fabric of her bra. "I wouldn't know anything about that. I like to know about the well-being of my students," Maddox replied, and feeling a bit bolder than usual, his hands slid up and down her sides, before they closed in her breasts. If she was that aroused by just the slight touch earlier... well... his hands did not simply stop there, though; given the ill-fitting bra, it was an easy task to move his hands under the cloth, her breasts filling his palms.
 
"Bbut wouldn't they tell you about my well being Mr. Maddox?" Eirawen asked nervously after the teacher pulled the albino onto his lap, and started slide his hands along her slender body. This didn't feel right, something about this felt wrong, very wrong. He said that he was just checking her body to makes sure that she was alright, but wouldn't a nurse be doing that? She had started to squirm as he closed in on her supple breast, her heart was beating so fast against her ribcage. As soon as his hands slide under her ill-fitted bra and cupped her pale supple breasts she let out a yelp of shock. "Wwwhat are you doing? Tthey never hit me on the front of my body, ththey never hit my breasts or scarred them...tthere is no need to check there." She stammered out looking away fro him, this was wrong, but at the same time she could feel her virgin womanhood start to get wet.
 
"Would they?" Maddox asked mildly. "I can't see why they would do so, save for a present and worrisome medical condition. Also, only if you were in my class," he said, his hands more securely cupping her supple breasts. He gave them a small squeeze, his fingers gently touching upon her nipples. "And you can call me... thorough," he said, pulling her down onto his knees, pulling her a bit farther back so he could more comfortably grope her. And, with a quirk of his lips, he could feel the stirrings of moisture between Eirawen's legs.
 
Jessie sat out in one of the school gardens looking through her notes from the class. With it being so nice out, the least she could do is be out in the fresh air
 
"Ccouldn't yyou have just checked my ffiles?" The albino asked, her voice was shaking as her securly cupped her smooth breasts, a small yelp escaped her fair lips as he gently squeezed her bosom, a yelp that was followed by a very soft moan of pleasure when his fingers grazed against her nipples. The moan was so soft that it was hard to hear, but moan she had. "Sshouldn't be a nurse or someone be doing this? Nnot a teacher?" Eirawen was starting to get worried now, it was apparent in her voice, yet she hadn't pulled away.
 
"Probably, yes," Maddox said, his fingers closing around the girl's nipples, gently squeezing them and tweaking them to the side a bit. "But that wouldn't have been nearly as fun. Do you not agree?" he asked, pulling her just a bit farther against him, into his clutches, as it were. He strained horribly against his pants, though it was in such a way that she would hardly be able to feel it, but feel it she might. He gave her breasts another appreciative squeeze, before he pressed a soft kiss against her neck, kissing up to her ear, the lobe of which he gently nipped with his teeth.
 
"Ffun? I-I don't kknow if it is ffun...I-I feel weird..." Eirawen said softly, she felt a little betrayed really, she had honestly thought that he was just examining her at first, she had had her suspicions but she was hoping that she was wrong. As soon as the albino felt him tweak her nipples and squeeze them she knew that sadly she had been right. She let out a small gasp as she felt something pressed against his pants, she turned to look at him, her face was filled with confusion and fear. "Wwhat is that?" The albino asked, her voice was trembling with fear. "Is that your--" Her question was stopped mid-sentence as he nipped her soft ear lobe, a very soft moan of surprise and pleasure escaped her lips.
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Demon was singing softly to himself in the schools garden, he often went there to practice by himself. He sighed as he screwed up a lyric, punching the nearest tree as hard as he could. "God damn it!" He shouted in rage, before he looked at his now bloody knuckles. He ran his bloody hand through his dark black hair, some of the blood ran down the side of his face making it seem like he had a head injury, the blood smeared through his make up as he started to sing again.
 
Jessie looked over at the guy who had punched the tree before going back to his singing. Seeing the blood, she had to know if he was alright. She gathered her books and went over by him. "Hello. I couldn't help but notice that you're bleeding. Are you alright?"
 
"No need to be afraid.. I'm not going to hurt you, Eirawen. I couldn't bring myself to do that. But unless you pull away from me, this will continue," Maddox whispered into her ear, breath hot on the delicate shell of flesh and bone. He gave her lobe another nip of his teeth, before he gave the same to her neck, slowly kissing along it, his hand drifting from one of her breasts to take hold of her chin. And assuming she gave no further interruptions, his lips would press against hers. Soft. Gentle. The kiss of a lover.
 
Eirawen's mind wanted to pull her away, but her body didn't, and her body won the battle. She stayed put, her breath coming out in short pants, her virgin womanhood getting wetter as he nipped at her lobe and neck. It was obvious that she was aroused but it was also apparent that she was conflicted on what she should do. She had never been touched like this before but she had always assumed that when someone did touch her as Mr. Maddox was touching it would be by someone her own age, and not under false pretenses like he had. The albinos red eyes widened as she was surprised at his gentle kiss, it was a pleasant kiss, that was true, but it was the first kiss she had ever had, and it was by a teacher.
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Daemon Baine turned around quickly his light gray eyes were filled with shock. He hadn't known anyone was there, he hated when people heard him practicing his singing. He was confused by the question at first, he had been so lost in his singing that he had almost forgotten that his hand was bleeding, "Hmm oh I am fine. What do you care though." He said, not realizing that their was blood on his face, which made him look all the more menacing.
 
Maddox's arms more securely wrapped around her waist now, leaving her more erogenous areas alone for the moment, his lips merely a soft pressure upon hers before, with a hand gently stroking down the softness of her cheek, he brushed her lips with his tongue, seeking an entrance it soon found, deepening the kiss. The thrill of this with such a beautiful young virgin drove him wild, and he slowly pulled her around to face him a bit more. She would be able to more clearly feel the stiffness in his pants, now, but he had ceased caring.
 
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