The Only Son Amongst The Daughters Of Eros

The polished marble gleamed under the golden chandeliers, each step flanked by ornate railings etched with celestial symbols.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Aeric's cape snapped behind him, his dark clothes of expensive material fitted on his lean, masculine body and his dark hair fell over his crimson eyes. A teacher passed by him and she asked him why he wasn't in lessons, Aeric replied briefly that the headmistress had summoned him.

"Very well, Prince," she said, giving him a smile that Aeric was half-certain was a flirtatious one. He didn't think much about it of course, he was aware he had grown into an extremely attractive man and he would meet that teacher later when he had the time for her or an interest in her Main Skill.

As he ascended the staircase, his thoughts sharpened to something more serious. Even though he was still celebrating a win, he needed to be composed, deliberate. The headmistress, Lady Lysandra of Starlight, was no fool, and if he slipped off and showed any sign of uncertainty, it could jeopardize his position.

He had to be straightforward, make her understand what he wanted and that there were to be no objections unless she wanted her secret out.

Moments later, Aeric arrived at the office and opened the door slowly before slipping inside.

He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but the image before him seemed not too far off. The headmistress's office was as imposing as the woman herself. It had double doors which were white heavy when they creaked open under Aeric's touch.

When his shoes touched the ground, they had instead sunk slightly into the plush crimson carpet that was spread everywhere.

The room was an architectural marvel, its high ceilings adorned with golden frescoes depicting pivotal moments in the Institution's history.

She had a massive oak desk that dominated the space, its surface meticulously organized with scrolls, quills, and a single, faintly glowing orb. Behind it, an enormous stained-glass window cast multicolored light across the room, depicting the Institution's crest: two hands — which Aeric presumed was Eros's and a scroll floating above it.

To the left, a wall of shelves brimmed with olden tomes, their spines gleaming with titles. To the right there was a fireplace crackling softly, Aeric walked up to him and took off his gloves, warming his hands on the heat.

He then turned and approached the desk slowly, taking in every detail. A silver tea set sat on a small side table, untouched, its intricate patterns catching the light.

Aeric poured himself some from the fancy kettle, and once he took a sip, he squirmed.

'This woman takes some strong stuff. Wouldn't expect less with a body such as hers.'

He placed the cup on the table and continued to look around the room, using this chance to get an idea of the Royal Institution's headmistress so he could use it against her.

The faint scent of lavender lingered in the air, likely from the bouquet of flowers arranged in a crystal vase by the window. Aeric took one out and sniffed it. Indeed it was.

"The Son of Starlight is in your office."

Aeric heard a voice speak from outside, it was that same teacher's.

"He says you have summoned him."

"That is true, Rydette. You may go along now."

Quickly, Aeric slid into the chair opposite Lysandra's, leaning back with deliberate ease, placing a leg on top of the other. He let his gaze wander over the room one last time before darkening his expression into one of solemn pride and assuredness in one self.

A smirk tugged at his lips. 'Let's see how far you're willing to go, Headmistress,' he thought, resting his elbows on the armrests.

The doors opened once again, and Aeric heard a pair of high-heeled legs walk in. The doors closed. Silence at first. Then the legs walked closer. Silence again.

"Just so you know, harming me procures the wrath of my father," Aeric said. "And if you intend to take the Locket from me somehow, just know now that it's not going to work."

Silence.

Then the legs walked at a normal pace and Lady Lysandra presented herself before him, looking down at him with a matter-of-fact expression.

Aeric looked up at her. She was all dressed now and composed. If one saw her, they would have no idea that she had just been down in the Priest's temple, moaning like a mad woman, riding the Divine man's cock.

Her shirt was buttoned, though barely covering her massive cleavage as usual, and the black flowing skirt she wore, stretched at her hips and as before draping down to her feet.

"I had no such plans to harm you," she said. "You're the only one doing something wrong here. You want to blackmail me."

Aeric rolled his eyes as she got to her seat. "Blackmail, whitemail. Don't be like that, headmistress. You said we're both intelligent people, and the only reason we're here is because you did a bad thing first. Now, if you want me to do the right thing, say the word and your secret is out."

Then he sat back as she sat down. "If you want me to stay quiet, then you have to give me a tangible reason why."

Headmistress Lysandra gave him a short stare before sighing, placing both hands on her table. "What is it that you want?"

Aeric smiled, lowering his leg and adjusting himself on the chair. "The first thing I want is immunity. Immunity for eternity. In the Institution grounds everything I do must be responded with a blind eye, as long as I do not physically harm another person in a manner which is unjustified. However the manner that decides what is justified can still be debated, but that will be for its own time.

"I want strict punishment to anyone who uses the abolished name on me, strict laws which say I get to choose the punishment in accordance to how I'm feeling in the certain moment. I want extra curricular teachings for subjects which I do not understand or need more explanation so that I can grasp it.

"Education is very important to me, I hope you understand. Whatever teacher assigned to that subject, will be assigned to me, and they will make sure that I understand it. They will follow me to the castle if need be, spend longer hours at classrooms with me, and do anything that I require to help me grow and learn.

"I want you to favor me over every other Daughter. I am the Son, I am special, you must treat me that way as my very existence alone is deserving of special treatment. Rules typically do not bend, not for the Daughters at least, but they bend when I step on them. They will bend for me, and you will allow it.

"I want as much freedom as possible to carry out my activities here, and I want you to have my back throughout all of it, especially when the Devil Sisters, by which I refer to Aryanne and Melina, try to stick their nose in my business.

"I want all of this and it culminates finally to me also wanting you." he straightened his already emotionless face. "I want to fuck you. Hard. Here. Now."

Headmistress Lysandra's face had turned completely pale and her eyes were wide with shock. "Are you insane?"

Aeric shrugged with one shoulder. "You might say that."