Sinegard Academy for the Wayward

[milkmaiden38]

Angela

Her greedy pussy clamping down rhythmically, milking M’Kael for all he was worth. Her breasts bounced and heaved as she bucked and writhing uncontrollably beneath him, trapped in the throes of a mind-shattering orgasm. She could feel her belly starting to swell slightly as spurt after massive spurt of M’Kael molten, virile seed flooded her womb, painting her insides white with his essence.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, M’Kael torrential release began to slow, and with a last few spurts, it tapered off completely. Angela collapsed back onto the bed, utterly spent and utterly satisfied, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Her thighs fell open, allowing her to cradle his still half-hard cock nestled deep in her dripping, seed-filled cunt. She looked up at him with glazed, adoring eyes, a blissful smile playing across her lips as she pulled him down for a deep, sensual kiss, savoring the taste of their mutual pleasure.

“That was good. I needed it. Can I ask you a question… you act like a demon, Are you a demon? Or possessed by one?”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“No,” M’Kael replied, in response to her demon question. “That’s Ravyn’s issue. Not mine.”

“I’ve been able to manipulate shadows for like 5 maybe 6 years. It started with small stuff. Being able to hide really well in games of hide and seek when I was in shadows and really still. Rooms getting darker when I was depressed or angry.”

“Up to now when I make armour from the shadows, manipulate the shadow of a creature and make it attack someone. Pulling people or things into the shadows. Shadow Walking. Or shadow gateing. Depends on your terminology.”

“Maybe I can shadow gate us out? I can’t take everyone in one hit. Callo and/or Angus would push my limit and we might fail. But I can get Gem, You, Ravyn, and Magdalena easily. Or I get Angus and three others. Or Callo and two others.”​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Angela

“Well, you fuck like an incubus and in addition to manipulating shadows, you know how to tickle pussies” Angela complimented M’Kael. Her pussy was still tingling for the number of orgasms M’Kael had given her.

“I think shadow walking is a good idea, let’s be sure to tell Gem after we get some sleep” Angela suggested as the two separated, each on a side of the bed.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

M’Kael:​

“Well.. I had a need to scratch and you allowed me to scratch it. And I forgot you weren’t a Vampire anymore and it might be a bit aggressive. As for tickling your pussy. That comes with experience. Which makes sure you cum. A lot.”

“If I remember, I’ll tell her.”

***

Ravyn:​

Piecing the pages together Ravyn made notes doing her best to understand the scars. And it was causing a headache.

***

Magdalena:​

Moving through the combat Magdalena shifted weapons matching the servants moves with deadly speed and precision.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Gem

Angus and Gem were in bed. Angus was on his back with his head on a pillow. Gem was down by his crotch handling the minotaur's massive cock. It was semi-hard and she was just looking at it. “You know, your cock is really something. I can’t get my hand around it, and holding it like this, it feels like a really thick rubber hose.”

“I’m glad you like it, but we have fucked three times, maybe we should get some rest?” Angus suggested

“Ok” Gem agreed, as she released his cock, and it fell to his leg with a thud. She moved her head to her pillow and pulled the blankets over them.

“This has been really nice. How long does the spell last?” Angus asked.

“24 hours” Gem answered with a naughty smile. “I hope you are ready for round two in the morning!”

“I will be ready you sexy animal!” Angus answered

Angela

Angela slept next to M’Kael for a while. Then she returned to her room to sleep for the rest of the night. In the morning, after taking a shower, she decided to visit Magdalena. She had ordered some gourmet coffee, crescent rolls, blue berry scones, and some various flavored biscotti. The servant was carrying the items on a tray as Angela knocked on Magdalena’s door.

“Magdalena, it’s Angela. I have some fresh coffee… and a few breakfast items. I thought we go on that date, we talked about. Just coffee and talking?” Angela asked

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Magdalena:​

Opening the door Magdalena looked at Angela for a second before opening it further. “Alright,” she said as she turned and walked to the simple table in her rather sparse room. There weren’t any fancy or frivolous decorations or adornments. The room looked more like a prison cell than a bedroom.

Grabbing a scone and coffee she looked at Angela. “What would you like to talk about?”

M’Kael:​

M’Kael lay in bed sleeping for a while until he finally stretched and woke up. He wasn’t in pain so the dumb bitch hadn’t died at least. Rolling out of bed he grabbed a donut and black coffee from the remains of last nights meal.

Ravyn:
Packing the papers away She understood she didn’t have enough information. There were books she needed to try and unravel what the runes said. But she didn’t know which books.

​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Angela​

It had been a long time since Angela had been on a proper date. She had plenty quick flirtation that ended in bed and forgotten names. A real date—with conversation, eye contact, and connection.

She stood in the bare room, trying to recall the first date rules. What was off-limits? What was safe? Politics, religion, exes, and—oh yes—centuries of bloodlust and killing. That last one was definitely a no-go.

For the past fifty years, dating had been simple. Seduce. Forget. But now, being human again—fragile, warm-blooded, and vulnerable—it all felt messier. Talking mattered. Secrets mattered.

She poured herself a cup of coffee and grabbed a crescent roll. She eyed the scones but not yet.

“To be honest,” she began, her voice casual but she was nervous, “it’s been a while since my last date.”

She took a bite, chewed slowly, buying time.

“I love scones,” she added, gesturing with the flaky pastry, “but with my first cup of coffee? Crescent roll is the way to go.”

She leaned back, studying Magdalena with a half-smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“For a first date, I think I need to keep it light. But i don't think either of us want to talk about hobbies or travel stories. Instead…” She tilted her head, eyes narrowing with curiosity. “Tell me about you. Where’d you grow up? Parents? How’d you learn to fight?”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“Crescent Rolls are an Americanized version of the French Croissant.” Magdalena replied calmly. Angela wasn’t a blood sucking vampire anymore, but after being one for so long, did she just lose the tendencies?

“I was born in English occupied Wales in 1865. I joined the Welsh Army to overthrow the British Occupation. After five years I joined the Civilian Protectorate of Peace. The Police department as the Americans call it.”

“I had hobbies over the years. Free climbing and martial arts among them. An investigation into a series of kidnapping/murders resulted in the team I was on interfering in the Summoning of a Greater Deamon.”

“I died in the conflict. From the autopsy report I was essentially ripped apart by the khaos energy released. I woke up in the Funeral home. All my wounds healed without scars, I had been bestowed with Celestial Energy and was recruited into the Vatican Demon Corp.”

“I was placed under the Jurisdiction of Inquisitor Ravenor and given the name Magdalena. Do to action in her service I was promoted to the Rank of Archon.”

“I also took vows to have no sexual congress or activity with any men. But I’m selective with which females I spend time with.”​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Angela
“You were born in Wales in 1865? Wow,” Angela said, with recognition. “I was all over England in the 1800s. I remember Wales in 1880—foggy nights, quiet hills. We probably crossed paths and never knew it. I was born in London, 1525. Good old Henry VIII was stomping around back then. I don’t recall much of him, of course. Just a baby then.”

She leaned back, with a smile. “You were with the police? That suits you—sharp, principled, a little terrifying. For a woman, that was progressive. In 1545, I couldn’t have dreamed of such a role. Back then, I was... well, let’s say I was a luxury companion. I’ve always adored sex, and the bedfellow trade was lucrative. But it wasn’t just about pleasure. I learned storytelling, song, dance—every art of seduction and survival. As a high-priced concubine, I was also trained in weaponry and self-defense. If my lover was attacked, I was expected to protect him. When I became a vampire, I already knew how to fight.”

“By 1880, I was a creature of the night. Not a criminal—vampires don’t need to steal. But I preferred the shadows. The sun’s rare in England, but I still avoided it. I became a fixer of sorts. Took on dangerous jobs, just a few each year, and charged dearly. Sometimes they ended in blood. Convenient, really. I fed well.”

Angela’s gaze drifted, thoughtful. “I used to think I’d be a vampire forever. Immortal, nudging humanity toward a better world. A utopia. That was going to be my heaven. But now... now that I have my soul back, I’m not sure what my game plan is.” Angela paused “Except, I want one of those biscotti” she reached out a grabbed one and dunked it into her coffee.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“Yes the Welsh army and the Police, though my gender was not known to them until after my death.” She replied slowly eating a Lemon poppy-seed muffin with butter. “And even Vampire need to pay rent, unless you slept in crypts and caves your undead life.

“I’ve never heard of a combat trained concubine. Training women to fight was bad for the health of men. Especially when it came to raping and pillaging. After all it’s difficult to rape a woman when she’s already cut off the manhood.”​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Angela

“You are correct, most concubines had little training in weapons. However, a lucky few, and I was lucky, became bodyguard as well as lovers. My first patron was trusting and he taught me some basic skills. An assassin attacked one night while we were sleeping. I was successful in defending my benefactor. So, I received more training. It became a duty. I was there to entertain and to protect my patron.

Remember I was a concubine. I was not a street walker. I only entertained one customer. In fact, I was friends with his wife. She did not want anymore children and as long as I was there, he did not bother her.

Anyhow, on you second question, when I became a vampire, acquiring money was easy. I had my vampire abilities, and spells. Mage hand for card playing… or prestidigitation for entertainment, comprehend languages for trade with foreign groups, and my main source was my “problem solver job”

“But enough about me, what are your passions? Where do you see yourself after we solve this Ravyn problem?” Angela asked

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“My passions revolve around terminating demons and evil creatures.” Magdalena replied. “And training.”

“And once the Ravyn situation is resolved I’ll be recalled to the Vatican and I’ll be interrogated for a while. If my answers don’t satisfy the Curia I’ll be punished.”

“That could be demotion. Removal of status. Assigned to another Inquisitor, or even assigned penance for a period of time. But they aren’t allowed to kill me, and I doubt they’d torture me. Though flagellation for penance may be possible.”

“Maybe a million Rosaries.”
​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Angela
Angela smiled, a glint of mischief in her eye. “My passion is also in eliminating evil creatures,” she said, reaching for the scone. “Though at the moment, it’s this poor pastry that’s in mortal peril.”

She took a bite, chewed thoughtfully, then added, “I jest—but only a little. For centuries, I’ve hunted those who thrive on cruelty. I know you’re not fond of the whole judge, jury, and executioner package wrapped in one immortal, but let’s not pretend your system doesn’t leave bodies in its wake too.”

She let the words hang for a beat, then softened, brushing a crumb from her lip.

“Too heavy for a first date?” she said, her smile returning, warmer now. “Apologies. I’m also quite passionate about pleasure. And I have a feeling…”—she leaned in, voice dropping just enough to spark a thrill—“we could be dangerously good at that together.”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Magdalena:​

“I fight Demons predominantly. Or those possessed by them, or working with them. I am neither Judge nor Jury, I’m just an executioner.”

“Whichever Inquisitor I am assigned to is the The Judge, their associates are the Jury. And then they send me to execute.”

“Only if I’m attacked first do I perform all three functions. If possible I only hurt the innocent, not kill them.”

“The rest of the Inquisition and its failures are not my responsibility, just as you are not responsible for ever Vampire in existence. But like you I take the fallout for the failures of the others.”

“As for pleasure I’m.. selective. Unlike some I do not bounce from bed to bed. And my last partner most likely may have been killed by the entity inside Ravyn.”​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Angela
“Oh… I’m sorry to hear that,” Angela said softly, responding to the revelation of Magdalena’s partner’s death. “That’s… difficult.” Her voice faltered, not from lack of empathy, but from the weight of the silence that followed. Neither of them spoke for a moment. The quiet wasn’t awkward—it was heavy.

Angela knew exactly what Magdalena’s earlier jab—about “bouncing from bed to bed”—had meant. It had landed with precision. She didn’t flinch. She loved sex. She loved the thrill, the intimacy, the power of it. M’Kael, Angus… just a few names in a long list. She never saw it as shameful. As long as no one got pregnant or caught something nasty STD, what was the harm?

And as a vampire, those risks were laughable. A simple spell could cure disease. Pregnancy? Also preventable. Her recent shift toward humanity complicated things slightly, but magic still offered a safety net. The real complication was Magdalena.

That comment had been a clear signal: not now, maybe not ever.

Angela took a breath, then leaned forward, her tone shifting from reflective to sincere. “I have to say… I’ve really enjoyed this breakfast. You’re an extraordinary person, Magdalena. I’m drawn to you. And yeah, I’m disappointed that things won’t go further—at least not today.”

She smiled, not seductively, but with quiet resolve. “But I hope you won’t mind if I try again. You’re worth it.”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“Not today, but maybe in the future.” Magdalena replied. “I need time to deal with the Vatican.. and find out if Ravenor has passed. She may still live. But I doubt it. And if she has, or hasn’t, I need to deal with it.”

“And yes, you can keep trying. Maybe I’ll change my mind and move on without knowing. We’ll see.”

Taking the last bite of her muffin she looked Angela over. “I’ve never dated an ex-vampire before.”​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Angela

“And I have never dated a redhead before” Angela replied with a smile. She was happy the door was still open for more dates. She understood why Magdalena needed more time. She was willing to wait.

She departed her room and went back to her own.

Gem and Angus

“I must say, you are pretty brilliant.” Angus commented as Gem finished licking his spent cock clean. She released and it flopped over across his right leg.

“Are you saying that because I just sucked you off?” Gem asked

“No, although that was pretty brilliant too!” He said with a grin. “This 24 hour rest idea was amazing. We really needed it, and I feel 100% better. Rested and well fed. I’m more prepared to take on a demon lord now.”

“That was one of the side benefits” Gem replied

“What do you mean one?” Angus asked

“Well, I think a few of the team members needed to release some tension.” Gem answered with a clear nod in Angus’ direction “sexual tension” She added

“Ok, but you started the last few fuck-session. I mean, I’m totally drained, I need time to recover.” Angus said defensively

“Good, that was what I was hoping.” Gem gave him a naughty smile

“You… are a naughty girl” Angus grunted.

“Get dressed, it is time for the spell to end.” Gem warned her minotaur boyfriend.

Ten minutes later
The mansion dissolved into smoke. The team all stood at the same place they had been before the manson formed.

“I hope everyone is feeling more rested.” Gem said

“Hey, look the planar gate is back!” Angus said in excitement staring at the wall. Which now had a stone door in it.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Looking at the Door Magdalena, Ravyn, and M’Kael all exchanged glances with the rest of the team.

“So where does it go? And who’s first?” M’Kael asked his armour in place before he’d even left the mansion.

Magdalena was leaning on her spear, positioned to watch the group and the door. “I vote you first,” she replied to M’Kael. “You’re already a soulless prick.”

"I'm a heartless cad," he replied. "Get it right."​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Who Needs Team Unity?

“Well, so much for team unity,” Gem muttered, her voice laced with disappointment as M’Kael and Magdalena exchanged barbed remarks.

“That was friendly team banter. Quite entertaining, actually,” Angus offered with a grin, trying to patch the mood with charm.

Angela snorted. “Angus, that’s such a cock and bull story!”

“What?” Angus blinked, genuinely baffled.

“I was joking,” Angela said with a wink. “Just adding to the team banter.”

Callo, hunched and brooding, growled under her breath, “This is why dragons live alone.”

“Enough!” Gem snapped. She raised her hands and cast the spell. The stone door pulsed with arcane energy, glowing and shimmering until it dissolved into a veil of light. Beyond it, another dimension stirred—waiting.

She turned, her gaze steady. “M’Kael, would you do the honors?”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stepping through the doorway M’Kael vanished for a moment before returning. Necrotic energy left ghost trails from his armour like an after image of life. “I’m pretty sure that’s Sheol. Or at least what’s left of it. Looks like a major battle took place, and they lost.”

“Sheol has no Ruler,” Magdalena said. “It was destroyed by That Which is Not. Or something along those lines. But it’s another plane somewhere in the Abyss, or the Nine Hells. But it’s not the Prime Material Plane.”​

 

[milkmaiden38]

More Questions

They stood in a loose circle, the stone dimension door shimmering faintly behind M’Kael. The air buzzed with residual energy, as Gem asked him questions.

“Well? What was it like in there?” Her voice was steady, but her fingers twitched near her belt. “Is it safe for the rest of us?”

Angus stepped forward, eyes narrowed. “Do you think it’s far enough away for your spell to work?”

Gem nodded slowly, half to herself. “Another plane might be distant enough. I might finally be able to cast planar shift without it unraveling mid-channel.”

Angela’s gaze was fixed on M’Kael, her tone softer but no less urgent. “Did you notice… was your soul with you?”

M’Kael didn’t answer right away.

"Does it mater, i think we need to go through the door" Angus said

The group exchanged uneasy glances. The stone portal pulsed once, faintly, as if listening.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“It was.. kinda empty. So some movement in the distance, maybe a town. It’s kinda dark there. But not shadowy. More.. oppressive than anything else.”

“And hopefully that doorway doesn’t shift it’s exit point. I’ve heard of some that do, so every trip is to a different location. Parties get separated that way. And then picked off.”

“As for my soul… I think it was. Did you see it stay behind?”

Finally he just shrugged. “No rest for the wicked or the weary.” Walking through the doorway he vanished from sight.

“What a fucking asshole,” Ravyn said before she followed as well.

With her spear in hand Magdalena looked at Angus, Callo, and Gem. The followed the others through the gate and vanished in the swirling miasma.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

We are not in Kansas The Endless Maze anymore?
They stood in silence, the stone dimension door pulsing faintly behind Magdalena

“Alright, let’s go,” Gem said, her voice steady but with some anticipation.

Without hesitation, Angus, Gem, Angela, and Callo stepped through the shimmering threshold.

The other side hit like a thunderclap.

Air crackled with residual energy, the ground humming beneath their feet. M’Kael, Ravyn, and Magdalena stood waiting, framed by the flickering remnants of the portal’s collapse.

“That was fun,” Angus said, grinning like a man who’d just survived a lightning strike.

Angela staggered slightly, clutching her stomach. “M’Kael, a heads-up would’ve been nice. That was less ‘portal’ and more ‘demonic roller coaster.’ I almost puked.”

“Silly human,” Callo teased, wings folding with casual elegance. The shadow dragon’s voice was smoke and velvet. “Gravity is for land lovers.”

“At least I’m not made of smoke,” Angela shot back, then paused, her tone shifting. “I think I still have a soul. So… I didn’t puke that up.”

“Good,” Gem murmured, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. “Maybe Baphomet can trap our souls in the Abyss, but not within its layers. A loophole, maybe.”

She turned to the others. “Anyway. How’s everyone feel?”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“I assumed that was normal,” M’Kael replied to Angela as he looked around. “Looks like the same place. And we all came through to it. Instead of getting split up so I guess that’s a bonus.”

“Most portals are not that.. rough,” Magdalena said to M’Kael. “More descriptors would be appreciated next time.”

“Fuck you, I traveled it three times and I’m not whining about it.”

“More than likely he can only trap our souls inside the Maze, but the portal is a semi-stable construct left over from a war or cataclysm.” Ravyn suggested. “Or someone else is playing a game and using us as pawns.”

“Although I’m slightly off balance from the trip it’s fading and I feel fine otherwise.” Magdalena said.

“I’m.. ok.” Ravyn said.

“I’m great the rest of you are green around the gills.” M'Kael quipped.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Sheol

Callo, the shadow dragon, swept her gaze across the gloom. Her voice was low.“M’Kael was right. This isn’t shadow—it’s something heavier. A darkness that seeps into the mind. Depression… oppression. It presses down like a weight.”

Gem forced a smile, though her eyes flickered uneasily.“Then let’s fight it with light. Happy thoughts, everyone.”

Angela groaned, clutching her stomach.“Happy thoughts will definitely make me vomit.”

Gem ignored her, chin lifting toward the horizon.“There’s a town ahead. We move to it.”

The group pressed forward, but the path twisted into menace. Shapes—thin, wavering, yet unmistakably human—slid from the black between them and the town.

Angela’s voice cracked with unease.“What are those?”

Gem’s tone hardened.“Shades. Spirits of the dead, wandering without rest.”

Angela’s grip tightened on her new sword, its steel catching what little light remained.“Well, they don’t look like they’re here to chat.”

The shades drifted closer, their forms unraveling like smoke, and the air thickened with the chill of forgotten graves.