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Each time the song hit a pause, the girls held up their hands and paused too, and just as it kicked back in with a vibrant pickup chorus, they wiggled tiny waists and slender hips, jumping on the boat\'s silver deck and grinding like it was the Martyr\'s Day.

—and their parents thought they were in school.

\'Funny,\' Rafel reckoned.

The yacht\'s crew seemed oblivious to the partying, and only interfered when the servers were hailed to bring in more fruit drinks and tangy spirits handed out in halfed coconuts. The boat careened in the water like a swan, like a ballerina prima donna, wowing the crowd on stage. The Marina\'s white sails flipped gorgeously, riding the wind.

This far out, there was nothing but blue sea, and big, bluer sky.

The large yacht passed by a small glacier, and the flock of migrant penguins on the ice raised their head to the watch the curious band of college students and the metal sounds of their rave hitting the air. Capítan waved and the flightless birds seemed to wave right back.

Rafel made his way down the upper deck. The pool party was going on hot below. He climbed down the white steps, maneuvering his way past a couple of girls who openly ogled him amid their conversation.

"Cheerio!" The blonde one raised her beer cup to him.

Rafel smiled back. "Cheerio."

Giselle had taught him to be polite, and easy on the mortals. He rounded the crowded pool area to the bar. Rosamunde was sitting on a stool facing the counter, drinking from a bluish glass with a little umbrella stuck in it, and she waved him over.

"Water, please," Rafel said to the redhaired bartender, then he turned to Rosa. "What are you drinking?"

"Veggie smoothie." Her gray eyes twinkled at she smiled.

"Uh!" Rafel visibly shivered. "I don\'t know how you do it. I can never hold down anything that looks like bile."

Rosa\'s smile stretched and she shrugged. He noticed she had changed from the clothes she\'d worn when they boarded this morning. She now had on boy shorts and a small button shirt tied in a butterfly bow just under her breasts. Rafel spied her golden navel and had the sudden urge to lick it.

"You\'re staring." Rosa stated, matter-of-factly.

"Sorry, can\'t help it. I have some beautiful child of heaven sitting two feet away, and she doesn\'t even know it," he said, but turned away, swiveling on his stool to look out at the pool after grabbing his bottle of water.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught Rosa blush, and unconsciously the girl inched closer to him by the bar. Together, they stared out. Rosa laughed and pointed to the area where Aya lay flat on her belly as Ravenna applied sun lotion on her back. Aya was topless, and the sun kissing the oil on her skin turned her into a smoking daydream.

Many shirtless boys were around them, sipping from their red beer cans. They didn\'t even bother to hide their ogling.

It was a pool party; if you didn\'t want to be stared at, go hide in a fucking locker.

When Ravenna reached the ample globes of Aya\'s buttocks, softly rubbing lotion in like a trained masseuse, the boys oohed and ahhed.

"Lesbians! Whoooee!" Some lanky rascal catcalled.

The other boys laughed, whistling loudly.

Aya\'s purple bikini could be considered as a G-string tease. Rafel frowned.

"When did she sneak that into her shopping list?" He asked of Rosa without turning.

Rafel wasn\'t jealous, but he was no cuck either. His women didn\'t cheat on him. Rather, he fucked and claimed other guys bitches!

Rosa smiled at Aya\'s curves. "I\'m not gonna give you the answer you want, Rafel. But I can tell you this without doubt: she\'s not wearing that thong for those rascally boys. It\'s your money on her. She\'s openly showing that she\'s yours."

Rafel\'s pupils widened. "Woah, I never thought of it that way."

"It doesn\'t matter, mi\'lord. She\'s crazy about you." Rosa cleared her throat. "We all are."

Rafel finally turned to her. And their eyes met—

Suddenly, the pool party and electric music melded into the background, along with the cacophony of voices. The sun. The glitter. The drinks. The laughter. The dancing.

Everyone and everything.

[ Red, White & Boozed – Moonshine Bandits ft. Colt Ford.]

Before them, a boy jumped into the pool with a splash, dumping water on those standing nearby and exciting giggles and cussing. The bikini blondes shook out their big hairs and tossed the booze cups at the boy. He laughed, splashing more water. The girls were obviously angry, but calmed down by his party spirit. He was just being a teenage boy.

"Oh, well. Boys will be boys," she said to her friend.

The energy on the yacht was raw, and if it were a club at night, a lot of smooching would be going on. Over by the left area on the ledge, a certain jock group clapped for two topless hot models of girls who stood kissing in their center.

"Yeah! Lesbos! Get some tongue in there!"

The boys cheered them on, sneaking hands to the packing shorts and thumping each other on the back, their eyes blazing at the sight of pink, perky boobs. "I love school!" A mangy lad shouted at the top of his lungs from the rails. Several crew moved to grab him before he went plunging to his death. On the deck below, girls snickered.

—but Rafel didn\'t see all of this. All he saw was Rosa, her delicious parted lips, and her soft islandic body reaching for him.

"You wanna skip the party and head off?"

Rosa\'s hot mouth was already open to concur, knowing very well by the ridge in Rafel\'s knickers between their stools where \'skipping\' would lead to, when a tall boy abruptly broke in their middle.

"Hey man! What\'s popping?"

Rafel looked up.

Shit. It was Mohawk boy from earlier.

He tried so very much not to punch the boy in his smirking face.

On the other side, Rosa cleared her throat and looked away, the spell broken. Rafel grinded his teeth. The both of them said nothing in reply, hoping the Mohawk boy would leave. No such luck! Some people just couldn\'t take a hint.

"Hi! I\'m Mikhail Romanov. I hail from Rocasus; was visiting an Aunt on an island not to far from here when I got the letter saying I got admitted and needed to pack my shit. I know, bummer, right?"

Rafel growled. He was like; READ THE ROOM, DUDE!

The boy seemed to do just that, but surprised Rafel the more when he didn\'t leave. He grinned profusely and so wide, that Rafel could count his teeth. "OH MY GOD! YOU GUYS WERE ABOUT TO GET FREAKY! I\'m sorry to just barge in. I interrupted, didn\'t I?

I know I did. I\'m sorry, man. Blue balls fuckin\' hurt!"

He tried to clap Rafel on his shoulder, but Rafel caught his wrist solidly, giving him a stern look.

Mikhail Romanov dropped his hand and started to tremble. Rosa quickly moved to clear the air between the boys. "Hi, Mikhail. I\'m Rosamunde. The broody redhead is Israfel. Pleased to meet.

I like your hair. It\'s really spiky. Are your piercings real silver?"

The new kid shook her hand warmly. He visibly eased. "Yeah, they are—Florentine silver actually. Thank you. It\'s nice to meet you too, Rosamunde and. .

.Israfel. I apologize for my disruption earlier. Oh! But I can make it up to the both of you." He sidled in, raising his mascaraed eyebrows and resting his elbow on the bartop.

"How about we go back in, but this time together? I\'m proposing a holy trinity? What say you, huh? We could get this going in seconds. Allow me to say that you are a goddess, Rosamunde. You have the most appealing eyes I ever did see." He winked;

"So. . .how about it? Shall we leave this party mongering to a quiet cabin where we can utterly love ourselves? I have to say, I\'ve never done a dude before, but Israfel is quite. .

. interesting," he looked Rafel over and Rosa nearly laughed, "have you ever being spitroasted, Rosamunde?"

"THAT WILL NEVER HAPPEN!" Rafel grinded out.

Rosa moved to soften his words. "No, Mikhail. I\'ve never being spitroasted before. But I\'m sorry, a threesome just not it for me right now."

"BUT THANKS, MAN?!" Rafel added sarcastically.

Mikhail\'s proud mohawk towered over Rosa as he leaned in to whisper, but just loud enough that Rafel could still hear, "I think he doesn\'t like me very much."

Rosa gave a soft laugh. "Don\'t take it personally. Rafel doesn\'t like anyone."

"Well, that\'s sad. He is so good-looking."

"I know right!" Rosa shared a giggle with him under Rafel\'s burning stare. "But off topic, are these all the new entrees for the Academy? \'Cuz Rafel and I are both First Years and we haven\'t come across any other person in our Junior Year."

"I\'m First Year too!" Mikhail rapped, smiling wide again. It was like he couldn\'t suppress his urge to display his immaculate dentition to the world, Rafel mused behind.

Mikhail continued. "To answer your question, no. These are not all the new entrees. There are others coming in front Titans Landing on a different ship. I doubt they are as ebullient as we are, you know what I mean? From what I hear, the new King?

The Usurper? He\'s kind of a dick. AND A PERV!

—strolls around in his fucking diapers all day."

This made Ravenna turn from her silver recliner. She had being listening in on the conversation for a while—sunbathing yes, but also listening. Despite, her father\'s obvious corruption, it still hurt when people talked like that about him. The father she knew, her dad Thebault? He couldn\'t swat a fly dead even if he tried. At the last second, he\'d just drop his hand and let it buzz on.

She turned on her belly, giving her back to the sun. Aya, who was beside her opened up her eyes.

Violet and green pairs of eyes rooted on Mikhail.

"I take it those are your friends too?" The tall boy asked, swiping at his lip piercing with his tongue.

Rosa smiled warmly, nodding. "Mikhail, meet Aya and Ravenna. Aya\'s a First Year like us. Ravenna is a Sophomore. Aya, Ravenna; meet Mikhail Romanov, the most pierced living soul I\'ve ever seen."

"Huh?" Ravenna eyed him as Aya softly extended her hand for a quick shake. ". . .tell me, Mikhail, you\'re not by any chance related to Tatiana Romanov: the new Legata of Rocasus, are you?"

"Oh, she\'s good!" The boy smirked, before sighing. "Yep! That would be my mother."

Ravenna shared a look with Aya. The gorgeous succubus shut her eyes again and Ravenna turned back around. It was the case of the pot calling the kettle black. Mikhail kept staring at Aya\'s sumptuous figure. "My God! If I was a girl, I\'d find an excuse to tap that ass every minute of the day."

"THAT\'S IT!" Rafel lurched to his feet. He who had been silent now loomed imperiously over Mikhail. Rafel pointed to the boat\'s silver deck. "Go find someone else to disturb, ROMANOV!"

In the fury of his stature, the pierced heir of Rocasus hopped to his order like a good little puppy.