He didn't stay as long as he usually did, because as soon as they stopped kissing, they both needed some time to get through what just happened.

He'd kissed her first, that, she was sure of. But everything else was just blurry. She remembered him bitting her neck at some point, and mostly remembered that she became so horny just like that. Well, she already was even before he showed up to her house, mostly because she'd thought of punishments she would inflict him for his lateness, and mostly because all of them implied that one of them would end up having an orgasm. For Horus' sake, she really needed a cold shower, these were not Queen material thoughts. She should think about, well, how she could do to improve her authority upon her people, and not how many licks would it take for him to…

Stop! Just, stop!

Of course, it didn't take long before her thoughts returned to some NC-17 rated thoughts. Seventeen. He was seventeen. He was underage, she couldn't think of him this way, for fuck sake. But who was she kidding? She got off every freaking day thinking about him.

And… From what she could tell, her imagination had been gentle with him. A few times she'd seen him hiding his erections away from her, tonight, he had pushed it against her thigh and damn her, how she had been wrong. Let's be honest for a second, she wasn't a virgin. She was 5845 years old, how sad would it be if she still was…

So, she had had boyfriends in Monster High. Most of them were part of the Casketball team. All of them were jerks, though. She had sex for the first time when she was 5840, five years ago, well fifteen if you don't count the five millennia of sleep she took. But anyway, when she was fifteen, she had dated her first ghoul, and he didn't take long before the two of them started exploring sex together.

She didn't love the guy, she used him. Love, in general, wasn't something she was used to, it even scared her to think of somebody else's happiness above hers. She found it, well, ridiculous. One must love himself before sharing this love with somebody else. Nefera loved herself. She felt confident about her body, her mind, her choices. Unlike her dumb sister. How many times has she heard Cleo asking Deuce if he found her pretty? Like, who cared? As long as she thought she was, nothing else mattered!

As for recent events, she had dressed to please Jackson. But she would never ask him if she was pretty, first, because his body showed her how he thought she was pretty, and second, because for all the time she spent in front of the mirror, she knew she was.

It was true, though, that since she'd met Jake, she wanted him to be happy. But she wouldn't want him to be happy if it meant her being sad. She protected herself from sadness as much as she could, she didn't want to suffer again.

So all the boys she had dated before meant nothing to her, and she never had a heartbreak, which was a feat for a twenty-year-old woman who had dated four guys in her teenagehood. Although, Nefera went out with the same dude as Cleo did: Clawd Wolf. Well, Nefera dated him for like, three weeks during her last year in Monster High, which was Clawd's first year. And the year after that, she learned that he dated her sister. But besides this tumultuous relationship, Cleo never had her heart broke properly, even though she knew for a fact that she and Deuce had already broken up twice before getting back together. And she had already heard her sister crying like a starving baby because Deuce wouldn't answer her calls after a fight.

Ugh… Ridiculous…

Her mind drove back to Jake since they liked to mock Deuce and Cleo's relationship together, and also since they had shared more than a kiss last night. Well, not that more, but enough for her to feel the need to get off after he left. She didn't care about love but she wasn't a slut, she would never let someone have her so easily. She had thought about it, though. Almost, almost, giving up on her values to let in bury deep inside her core.

That Jekyll boy must have some experience, from what she knew, he only told her he'd kissed Meowlody, but she couldn't see why he would tell her about his sexual experiences. They never talked about sex actually. He joked a lot about it, teasing her most of the time, but he never mentioned having a girlfriend. Maybe he was dating someone, and he cheated on her girlfriend with her.

Whatever. He's a good kisser and probably a good fucker, keep him in your sheets and he'll end up dumping that girl of his.


When Jake got back home, he couldn't stop smiling. After he tossed off, which he's been doing a lot, lately, he was still smiling. The next day, at lunch, his smile was still obvious and Deuce found him oddly happy compared to every other day.

"Dude, what's going on with you?", asked the snake-haired boy.

"Nothing", answered Jake with a chuckle.

"Bro, don't lie to me, you look like you've had the best blow job ever."

Now that smile was joined by an erection that he thought would disappear for longer than twenty minutes. She didn't blow him, but she was so good at kissing that he could only imagine how good she would be at sucking his cock. Fuck, if his mom heard that, he would be going straight into a private school where he would pray a god he didn't believe in to wash from his sinful thoughts. Or she would just slap him for thinking about so many swear words in a second, she had educated him better than that, for fuck sake.

"Deuce, why do you always think about sex?", he asked his best friend.

He chuckled in his head, thinking that he probably had a lot more of sex thoughts than Deuce did, currently. Even if Deuce probably had a lot more of sex at all than Jake did.

He never had sex, but it was complicated. He couldn't call himself a virgin, because his body wasn't. Holt wasn't. Three months ago, Jake had woken up naked, in Scarah Screams' bed, as she was giving him a blowjob, certainly thinking it was Holt's cock she was sucking. That was his one and only time. And boy did he made the girl scream… in terror, when she saw she wasn't in bed with the same guy she ended in with.

He had told Deuce about it and they both laughed when they talked about it. Jackson wasn't ashamed of this, it was not his fault, after all… But it only made Jake more anxious about having sex with Nefera. What if they fucked, and she would wake up facing Holt, who was more experienced in this particular domain than he was. She would freak out, that was sure, but what proved him she wouldn't end up having sex with Holt, after all.

This couldn't happen. He wouldn't let Holt touching his… What was she? She wasn't his girlfriend, and she was more than his friends, after what happened last night.

He wanted to moan only thinking about this kiss. She tasted delicious. Their lips had danced for a good ten minutes without any interruption whatsoever. During their kiss, he had risen his hand up to one of her breasts and had palpated it, over her cute little dress, he had brushed his thumb against that nipple of hers he had wanted to touch since the very first night he had met her. And she had moaned. Sweet fuck, how she moaned. He could cum over and over just with the sound of her moans.

She had been wet, too. He didn't touch her inner thighs with his hands but his leg was between hers at some point in her bed and when he got home, he noticed a wet spot on his jeans. She was so pretty, panting, blushing, pointing, moaning, wetting. He was rather proud of himself actually, that he left her all soaking wet just with some kissing and petting.

"Dude! What happened?"

Deuce got him back to reality.

"Nothing, I just…"

"It's a girl, isn't it?", asked Deuce, all smiling and waiting for details. "How is she? Do I know her?"

"No, no, no. You don't and never will."

"So there is a girl! Or is it a boy?"

"It is not a boy, I'm not attracted to men, Dude."

He liked Deuce because the guy didn't care about people's sexual orientation. He knew Deuce would still act the same with him if he was gay and probably would ask even more questions about sex since he wouldn't know much about gay sex. That was what made Deuce a great guy. And an even better friend, even if he wasn't able to keep a freakin' secret!

"Well, you don't seem attracted to girls either, and yet you look like you've been seeing one!"

"What do you mean I don't seem attracted to girls?", asked Jake, Deuce was dumb sometimes.

"I thought you were asexual, I mean, bro, you left when Scarah fucking Screams was only asking for you to bury your balls deep into her mint pussy.", laughed Deuce, before receiving a hit from Cleo, who just joined the table, and now looked shocked with what she just had heard.

"Sorry, baby. You know I only think about yours, right?", he apologized with a few kisses on his girlfriend's knuckles.

"My what, exactly? And don't you dare to say that awful word again!"

Deuce kept apologizing and took Cleo on his lap, as Jake's mind wandered towards an adult-only world where Nefera would be sitting on Jake's lap. And she would rise, and sit, rise and sit, again and again, and she would moan and she…

"Jakey here was telling me about his little girlfriend."

Fucking Deuce.

"Oh really? You got a girl, Jekyll?", asked Cleo, mockingly.

Yes, sweetie, and it's your damn sister, that you hate, and that I would gladly help to take you down, you filthy little cunt.

"Yes, really.", was all he could tell her. Nefera would kill him if she knew he'd told Cleo about them.

"Do we know her?", she said, pursing her lips, raising an eyebrow.

"She's human. You don't know her. And I rather not tell you about her, we all know how a secret doesn't stay a secret for long with you, Cleo."

Deuce raised an eyebrow at him too and mouthed "Dude!" to him. Really? Like that was mean! He winced to him, rolled his eyes and apologized too.

"Sorry, it must be a lot to take in, I didn't want to hurt you. Anyway, I have homework to finish, since I couldn't last night.", he said, standing up.

He was really annoyed. Cleo really got on his nerves within a few seconds. He just couldn't stand her anymore.

Miss I am better than anyone even though my boyfriend needs to think to every other girl so he would have a boner with me. Well, guess what dumbass? I only need to think about one girl, to have a boner, and it doesn't even disappear after I jerk off, because Nefera is so much prettier and hotter and interesting than you are!

Jake wanted to punch the wall. He was mad at Deuce, too. Why would he let his girlfriend talk to him like that? But Jackson didn't have the time to get even more angry at his friends because he soon heard a loud melody sounding in the whole cafeteria and it took him less than three seconds to faint at the sound.


Thanks for reading! Next Chapter: The Yang. (Finally a bit of Holt)