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The atmosphere in the lecture hall didn't just drop; it plummeted into a sub zero zone of pure, concentrated dread. Kaelan sat frozen, his fingers digging into the edge of his desk so hard the laminate groaned. He could feel the eyes of every student in the room shifting toward him like a collective spotlight of secondhand embarrassment.
"Mr. Kaelan," Ignis rumbled, the name sounding like a decree from a mountain peak. He didn't use a last name. He didn't need to. "Since you seem so occupied with your whispered commentary, perhaps you'd like to join me at the front to demonstrate the concept of… Inelastic Demand."
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," Kaelan hissed, his black ears flattening so hard they probably hurt. "Inelastic demand? I'll show you inelastic demand. It's the amount of crap I'm willing to take from a cologne soaked lizard before I lose my mind. It's zero. The demand is zero."
"Kaelan, don't go," Tamsin whispered, her fox tail bristling.
"I have to," Kaelan gritted out, his face a spectacular shade of mortified crimson. "If I don't, he'll probably burn the building down just to find me in the rubble. He's a narcissistic arsonist with a god complex."
Kaelan stood up. The walk down the stairs was a masterclass in academic agony. Every step sent a jolt of fire through his swollen, ruined hole, making him limp with a jerky, rhythmic hitch that he tried desperately to hide. He felt like a broken nutcracker.
"Look at him," Kaelan muttered under his breath as he approached the front, his sarcastic shield raised high. "Standing there like he's waiting for a parade. I hope a pigeon finds its way into this hall and decides his hair is a five star nesting site."
When Kaelan finally reached the front, Ignis was looming. The Dragon King looked down at him, his golden eyes dark with triumphant lust and that terrifying, rock hard focus. He reached out, his hand hovering inches from Kaelan's shoulder.
"You're trembling, Mr. Kaelan," Ignis purred, loud enough for the front row to hear. "Is the material too…hard for you to grasp?"
"The only thing hard around here is your head, you over glorified salamander," Kaelan snapped, though his voice shook.
The demonstration was a blur of public humiliation. Ignis used Kaelan as a physical prop, standing far too close, his hand resting on the small of Kaelan's back, sending waves of perverse heat through his spine. The class watched in stunned silence as the 'Guest Auditor' basically treated the top student like a prize poodle.
The second the bell rang, Kaelan bolted. He didn't wait for his friends; he just wanted to vanish. But as he turned the corner into a deserted hallway leading to the library, a large, dark shadow fell over him.
Ignis slammed a hand against the lockers, pinning Kaelan instantly. The celebrity like charm was gone, replaced by the raw, predatory hunger of the Dragon King.
"You were very brave in there, little cat," Ignis growled, his voice thick with obsession.
Before Kaelan could launch a fresh string of funny curses, Ignis's hand slid down. With a brutal, possessive accuracy, he reached beneath Kaelan's hoodie and jeans. A single, long finger thrust directly into Kaelan's sore and swollen hole.
Kaelan's eyes nearly rolled back into his head. A choked, jagged cry of absolute agony and violation tore from his throat. "You….you disgusting, bottom feeding demon!"
The pain was a white hot spike, a cruel reminder of the bathroom. In a blind, feral panic, Kaelan lunged forward. He didn't punch; he used his panther instincts. He sank his teeth deep into the side of Ignis's neck, biting down with the desperate force of a trapped animal.
He felt the metallic tang of Draconic blood. He expected a roar of pain.
Instead, Ignis let out a long, shuddering breath of pure ecstasy.
"Yes," Ignis breathed, his body vibrating with a terrifying, manic excitement. "Mark me, Kaelan. Claim your King."
The sight of the bite mark, a deep, jagged crescent on his neck ,seemed to send Ignis into a state of over excited frenzy. He didn't pull away. He grabbed Kaelan's face and forced a brutal, deep kiss, his tongue tasting the blood Kaelan had just drawn. It was wild, dangerous, and forceful.
Kaelan, fueled by pure livid desperation, brought his knee up with every ounce of strength he had left, slamming it directly into the rock hard bulge between Ignis's legs.
Thud…
Ignis didn't fall. He didn't even groan. He merely paused, his eyes glowing like twin suns, a single trickle of blood running down his neck from the bite. He looked down at Kaelan's knee, then back at his face, a perverse smirk stretching across his lips.
"Was that supposed to hurt, little cat?" Ignis whispered, his voice dangerously low. "It only makes me want to see how much more you can struggle before you break."
Kaelan stared at him, his internal monologue finally going silent in a wave of pure, exhausted horror. He's a monster. A literal, indestructible, horny monster. I'm going to need a bigger highlighter.
Ignis leaned in, his nose brushing the bite mark Kaelan had left, looking utterly proud of the injury. "Go to your room, Kaelan. Clean yourself up. I'll be over shortly to discuss your… extra credit."
Kaelan didn't say a word. He turned and limped away, his tail tucked, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm of resentful defeat.im gonna die from this crazy dragon's dick!…