Chapter 251: Chapter : 251 : Liana Starweaver!

“Hmm… That she is. And you?” Aiden replied with a smirk, his fingers still mercilessly fingering Thristle and Luna—thrusting deeper into Luna’s dripping pussy, curling against her G-spot with expert precision, while scissoring wider in Thristle’s tight asshole, stretching her walls with rhythmic insistence.

The voluptuous commoner girl tilted her head back slightly, a playful grin spreading across her full lips.

She leaned in a bit closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper amid the droning lecture from Professor Elowen Voss up front.

“Ohh… Me? I am Liana, Liana Starweaver. Nice to meet you, Aiden Nightshade,” Liana said, her tone light and teasing, as if they were old friends sharing a secret.

Aiden’s eyebrow arched in surprise, though his fingers never faltered—pumping faster into Luna, her slick walls clenching around him desperately, while he twisted his digits in Thristle’s ass, making her hips buck subtly against his hand.

“H-how do you know my name?” he asked, his voice steady despite the hidden chaos he was orchestrating.

Liana laughed softly, a melodic sound that cut through the murmurs of the line. “Ohh… Come on. Women of mixed species following a single man? Don’t care about demons being slaves. You’re famous. The Child of Prophecy. Most of us here have realized already. But most of them are not happy with it. No one wants to be friendly with a demon here.”

She paused, her hazel eyes flicking toward the noble side of the courtyard where Elowen was still pontificating about “superior bloodlines,” then she nodded subtly toward the outer back edge of the commoner rows.

A few distances away, a cluster of demon slaves stood huddled together, their postures defeated and submissive, eyes downcast as they waited for their owners to finish whatever noble pleasantries were happening upfront.

The slaves were dressed in what could barely be called uniforms—black in color, starkly contrasting the crimson-and-gold of the students.

But these weren’t uniforms; they were deliberate mockeries, designed to humiliate and remind everyone of their place.

The tops were cropped scandalously short, ending just below their breasts, exposing toned midriffs scarred with faint whip marks or branding irons from past “disciplines.”

The skirts—if you could call them that—were mere strips of fabric, barely covering their asses, riding up with every nervous shift to reveal thick thighs etched with intricate slave markings: glowing runes in silver and red that pulsed faintly with binding magic, spelling out ownership claims like “Property of House Eldritch” or “Slave to Lord Varyn.”

Some had markings on their cheeks—bold, inked symbols right on their faces, making them impossible to ignore, like a twisted tattoo of submission.

Others bore them on their necks, collars of enchanted leather wrapped tightly around, engraved with their owners’ names in elegant script, dangling tags that jingled softly with each breath.

Cleavages were exposed shamelessly, the cropped tops dipping low to show heaving breasts marked with runes across the swells—circles of possession that glowed when their masters were near.

Thighs and chests weren’t spared either; one demon girl’s inner thigh bore a fresh brand, still red and raw, while another’s cleavage had a chain linking from collar to a piercing in her navel, pulling taut with every movement.

They looked terrified and scared—eyes wide with perpetual fear, lips trembling, bodies hunched as if expecting a blow at any moment. All radiating an aura of broken spirits.

Aiden’s eyes narrowed as he followed her gaze, his fingers slowing just a fraction in Luna and Thristle—enough to tease them on the edge without pushing over yet.

Luna bit her lip hard, her breasts rising and falling rapidly, sweat beading on her forehead as she fought to stay composed.

Thristle gripped the edge of her cloak tighter, her purple thighs quivering around Aiden’s invading hand.

Luna whispered first, her voice breathy and strained. “Those poor girls… look at them. It’s like they’re branded cattle.”

Thristle nodded weakly, her voice a husky gasp. “Yeah… collars with names? That’s fucked up.”

Behind them, Nyxion’s fluffy tail lashed angrily. “Heart Lord, those demons… they’re trembling, like they’re waiting to be punished just for existing.”

Xylendra, stacked behind Nyxion in the center row, leaned forward slightly, her tattooed voluptuous form tensing. Her voice came out soft, laced with deep sadness. “They look so broken… markings on cleavage, necks chained. I’ve seen it before, but here? In a school? It’s heartbreaking.”

Valeforia, behind Nayla in the left row, echoed the sentiment, her dark mirror-figure shifting uncomfortably. “Their owners must treat them like toys.”

Selvara, further back in the left row, clenched her fists, her ethereal wings twitching. Her blood boiled visibly—face flushing with rage. “This makes me sick. I want to rip those off them.”

Vegia, shyly behind Arisha in the right row, fidgeted with her cloak. “They’re scared… all waiting like that. It’s wrong.”

Arisha crossed her arms, muscular curves straining her uniform. “Yeah, mess of slaves. Owners enthusiastic about humiliating them.”

Lysandra, behind Thristle, covered her mouth in horror. “And those collars with names. Like pets.”

Zerra bounced lightly on her toes behind Xylendra. “Green skin like mine on one… but she’s got a slave markings on her neck. Scary.”

Venya, at the rear left, rumbled softly. “As a dragon… this offends me. They look sacred, not loved.”

Nayla, behind Luna, smirked sadly. “Enthusiastic indeed. Messing with slaves like that.”

Aethoniel added sadly, “They shouldn’t be treated like this.”

Aiden turned back to Liana, his voice low and serious. “What about you?”

Liana smiled warmly, her hazel eyes softening as she pointed toward the last demon in the slave lineup.

A shy-looking girl standing a bit apart from the others, her posture not as defeated.

She had bob-cut pink hair that framed her heart-shaped face adorably, the strands falling just to her chin in soft waves.

Her skin was a soft, rosy pink, smooth and unmarred except for the subtle slave markings on her cheeks—faint silver runes that glowed gently, not harshly branded but almost artistically placed, like they were meant to protect rather than possess.

Unlike the others, her clothes were decent—not the mocking black scraps, but a modified version that covered her modestly: a longer black skirt that fell to mid-thigh, hiding any potential markings there, and a full top that buttoned properly over her modest curves, though it still hugged her perky breasts and slim waist.

No exposed cleavage, no jingling collar visible—though a thin, elegant choker peeked from under her collar, engraved subtly with “Liana’s Ava” in flowing script, more like a necklace than a restraint.

She looked loved and cared for—eyes bright with quiet affection, not terror; her pink tail swished nervously but not in fear, more like worry.

She fidgeted with her hands, twisting them together, glancing toward the commoner line as if checking on her “master,” her expression one of concern rather than dread. ’Will she be alright? I hope the tests aren’t too hard…’

“Her name is Ava,” Liana said with a genuine smile, her voice full of warmth. “She is like a sister to me. Not a slave—family. I treat her right. Feed her well, let her sleep in a real bed, no chains. Those markings? Just the minimum the academy requires, but I made sure they don’t hurt. She’s shy, yeah—bob cut suits her, don’t you think? Pink hair, pink skin… she’s adorable. Always fidgeting like that when I’m not around, worrying about me. ’Master, be safe,’ she says every morning.”

Aiden smiled back, something appreciative in his eyes. “Sounds like a good bond. Not like those others.”

Luna, still trembling from Aiden’s relentless fingers—now thrusting harder, faster, building her toward the edge—managed a shaky nod. “Y-yeah… Ava looks… happy. Not scared.”

Thristle gasped softly, her asshole clenching around Aiden’s scissoring digits. “Sister… that’s nice. Not like the terrified ones with… cleavage runes and thigh brands.”

Liana chuckled. “Exactly. I hate how the nobles treat theirs. Look at that one—blue horns, tail clipped. Mark on her cheek like a stamp. She’s shaking.”

Selvara growled low.

Xylendra sighed sadly. “Pink skin like Ava’s on another… but hers has neck markings, and a tight collar.”

Valeforia nodded. “Yeah, cared for vs. messed up. Big difference.”

Nyxion’s tail swished. “Ava’s fidgeting cute. Like she’s actually worried for you, Liana.”

Liana beamed. “She is. ’Master, do you best,’ she told me earlier.”

Aiden nodded, his smirk returning as he ramped up the pace—fingers slamming into Luna’s G-spot, three thick digits stretching her wide, her juices dripping down his hand; in Thristle, he added a another finger to her ass, twisting deep. “Good to see not everyone’s an asshole here.”

Suddenly, Luna and Thristle broke. Their bodies tensed in unison, a soft, moanful squeal escaping their lips—high-pitched and breathy, like a muffled “Ahhn~!” that blended into the courtyard’s ambient noise from Elowen’s ongoing speech about “remedial support for the less fortunate.” It didn’t carry far, drowned out by the whispers and shifts of the lines.

Luna’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy, her breasts heaving as her pussy clamped down hard on Aiden’s fingers, squirting subtly down her thighs, soaking her stockings. “M-Master… ahh… c-cumming…”

Thristle’s face twisted in bliss, her purple ass clenching around his invading digits, body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed through her. “M-My -King… nnngh… yes… wreck me…”

Liana’s eyes snapped to them instantly, widening in realization. She watched their flushed faces—red cheeks, sweat-slicked skin, eyes half-lidded and rolling back with stupid smiles of pure satisfaction. “Umm… Are they sick? They are sweating. Their faces are red. And their eyes, what’s up with their eyes?”

Then her gaze dropped lower, noticing the subtle bulges under their cloaks—how Aiden’s arms were positioned, hands hidden but clearly at their hips, the faint squelching sounds barely audible up close.

She realized in a flash, her cheeks flushing pink as she smirked, purring seductively. “Ohh… So that’s why. They sure seem to love it.”

Luna tried to speak, her breath catching in hitched gasps, body still trembling from the aftershocks, Aiden’s fingers slowing but not withdrawing, teasing her oversensitive walls. “Y-yes… best in the world.”

Thristle added with equal breathlessness, pushing back against his hand weakly, her asshole pulsing. “I-I live for this… Ahh…”

Liana leaned in closer, her voice a husky whisper, eyes gleaming with intrigue. “Bold move, Aiden Nightshade. Fingering your wives in line? With everyone around? God, that’s hot.”

Aiden chuckled lowly, finally easing his fingers out—slick with Luna’s juices and Thristle’s essence—wiping them discreetly on the insides of their skirts. “What can I say? They needed it. Keeps things interesting.”

Luna panted, straightening her skirt with shaky hands. “M-Master… that was… insane. Cumming in public…”

Thristle grinned weakly, clenching her thighs. “Yeah… It’s still burning… love it when you stretch me like that.”

Nayla, behind Luna, whined softly. “Husband… my turn next? I saw them tremble… want your fingers too.”

Valeforia smirked. “Jealous. But yeah, those moans… soft but sexy.”

Selvara clicked her tongue. “You two broke so easily.”

Xylendra tilted her head sadly, still glancing at the slaves. “Even with that… those demons over there. Ava’s lucky.”

Liana nodded, her mischievous grin fading to something more serious. “She is. But the others… Terrified eyes. Collar says ’Someone’s Pet.’ She’s sacred, probably hasn’t eaten properly.”

Aiden frowned. “Sacred? You mean scared.”

Liana corrected herself with a wink. “Scared, yeah. Slip of the tongue.”

Luna, recovering, smiled softly. “Cute.”

Thristle nodded, still breathless. “Yeah… unlike those.”

Professor Elowen’s voice boomed suddenly, cutting through. “Now, lines forward! Mana Measurement begins. Nobles first, as is proper.”

Liana turned back, smirking at Aiden. “Looks like show’s starting. But hey, Child of Prophecy—friends?”

Aiden grinned. “Maybe. If you keep calling out the bitches like Elowen.”

Liana laughed. “Deal.”

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END OF Chapter : 251 : LIANA STARWEAVER!

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