The Last Incubus Ch. 27

The Last Incubus: Chapter 27

Chapter 27: Broken people and errant dreams.

"When you lie down, you will not be afraid; when you lie down, your sleep will be sweet." ~ Proverbs 3 v. 24.

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Frankie's eyes pleaded with me as she made her request.

"I want you to make me your thrall."

Her words were so unexpected that it took me a few seconds for their meaning to sink in. I would have bolted out of the room if I hadn't been tied to the bed--So, that's why she thought it was necessary to restrain me!

I pulled against the restraints. "Absolutely not! Frankie, that's a horrible thing to ask me. Thralls are like... well, I don't know exactly what thralls are like, but they're no more than slaves. Maybe even less than slaves with no free will of their own."

She stopped stroking my erection and got off the bed and opened one of the drawers of the nearby dresser. She pulled out a small, leather-bound book about two inches thick. She sat down cross-legged on the bed near my crotch, with the book on her lap. She was turning pages with her left hand while stroking me with her right.

"Not according to Mage Lutien. Here it is, on page 173:

Once a person is enthralled, he or she continues to have free-will in a limited sense of the expression, because the enthralled is subject to the whims of the succubus. They are able to communicate telepathically, and the succubus is able to read the thrall's mind either continuously or intermittently at any time of her choosing. The demon may control the thrall's movements and behavior either directly or by granting or denying sexual favors, making it impossible to resist her wishes or desires.

All sexual pleasure, as well as aura energy is felt by the succubus, who may drain as much or as little of it as she requires. This enables her to gain sexual energy while engaging in other activities, providing that the thrall is doing it for her. To that end, the succubus is able to change the shape and size of the thrall's external features to make him or her more appealing to would-be sexual contacts.

"So, you see, I could still be me, as long as I have your permission, and we would have this permanent sexual bond between us. Plus, you'd be able to read my thoughts any time you want to," she smiled suggestively.

"I have no desire to read your mind, trust me. Anyway, I can pretty much guess what you're thinking now," I replied, eyeing her hand gliding up and down my cock.

"You have no idea what dirty thoughts go through my mind. Just imagine the sexual fantasies that I could share with you. I get wet just thinking about them," she said, pumping harder.

"Dream-walking allows me to do most of that now. Don't forget, because I've tasted your cum, I can make you cum anytime I want to," I said as I gave her a small squirt of sexual energy.

"Mmm--oh, fuck!" she murmured as her body quivered slightly. She squeezed her thighs together as she stopped stroking me and grabbed her crotch from the small orgasm.

"Now, will you release me?" I asked.

"That felt nice, thank you," she smiled, taking her hand out from between her thighs. Her index and middle fingers glistened with her juices. Her intoxicating scent of tuberose and jasmine filled the room, and my nostrils flared to take it in.

"Frankie, I didn't do that to make you feel good. It was meant to make a point."

"Mage Lutien writes about that, too. On page 63, he describes a temporary connection through a person's sexual fluids. That connection could last as long as a month, depending upon how much fluid was ingested," she read, as she reached for my erection.

As I watched her glistening fingers move closer to my cock, I twitched. Frankie saw it and her eyes lit up and a devilish smile crossed her lips.

"Hm, maybe we should reinforce our connection. Open up!" she smiled as she leaned in and held her fingers under my nose.

"No, Frankie, don't--mmb!" I protested before she shoved her cum-covered digits in my mouth.

I should have tried to spit out or bite her fingers, but the taste and smell of her juices on top of all the attention she had given my erection had rekindled the incubus in me beyond my ability to control it. Unable to resist, I began sucking her fingers, tonguing them greedily.

"That's it. Suck those fingers. Just think of the endless supply you would have when I'm your thrall," she cooed, soothingly. Her aura flaring brighter.

I felt ashamed of my weakness for not holding back that feral urge as I continued to suck on her fingers until I was sure I had ingested every last molecule of her sexual juices. My only consolation was that it temporarily sated my demonic desires enough to regain some control over my thoughts and actions.

That control came in handy, because her fingers were coated with my saliva, which increased the sensitivity when she started stroking me again.

"Frankie, please stop that and talk to me. Why are you asking me about enthrallment? What's really going on? Is there something you're not telling me?"

She stopped stroking, keeping her hand wrapped around the base. She seemed to be talking to my cock when she replied, "I-I've already told you more about me than I've ever told anyone else."

"You're asking me to make you my thrall. I think I deserve to know the reasons you're asking. All of them."

"I can't," she said in a quiet voice, her eyes never leaving my crotch.

"I don't understand. As my thrall, I would be able to read your mind and probe your memories and know everything about you."

"Then make me your thrall and you'll find out," she replied, turning her head and looking in my eyes.

"Frankie, untie me."

"No. Not until you promise to make me your thrall."

"Frankie, I'm not going to agree while I'm restrained. Let me up."

She shook her head. "No. You'll just leave if I do that."

"I won't leave until I hear everything you have to say. I promise."

She looked at me. "How do I know you're not just saying that so I will release you?"

"If you're willing to trust me not to abuse you as my thrall, I think you can trust me to keep my word when I tell you I won't leave until I hear you out."

"Alright, I'm sorry," she said as she reached for the cuff on my right wrist and unbuckled it.

Neither of us said a word as she released the two cuffs on my ankles while I unfastened the cuff on my left wrist. The silence itself spoke volumes of the strong emotion she was feeling. Once I was freed, I sat beside her on the edge of the bed and put my arm around her shoulder.

"What's really bothering you?" I asked.

A tear ran down her cheek and she let it fall onto the bed.

She stared at the floor and spoke quietly. "Something happened when I saw the way you kissed Bailie in that video."

"You told me you were jealous of her," I noted, brushing her cheek.

"It was more than that. I saw how deeply you loved her. I know that was the reason why you got so angry at me afterwards when Bailie saw the selfie and left you. That's when I realized you would never have the love for me that you have for her; or that I would never have you all to myself. I felt so alone--and vulnerable."

"Frankie, I--"

She turned to me. "No. Let me finish. All my life, I grew up without anyone to protect me, to watch over me, or make me feel loved. I've never felt like I belonged, I was always an outsider. I've survived by fending for myself, stealing food, clothes, money, even birth control pills. I developed a tough bitch persona to stay alive and to keep me from being used and abused. But it's just an act, and I don't know how much longer I can keep it up."

Another tear escaped from her eye and ran slowly down her cheek. "But in the short time I've known you, you've treated me better than anyone I've ever met."

"That can't be true. What about Kayla and all the other girls here? They adore you," I pointed out.

She gave me a sad smile. "They're just a bunch of horny cunts. Yeah, they are like family to me, but they've never protected me the way you did with Marge. You treated me with kindness after I tried to humiliate you with the deflowering ceremony. You helped me after I took advantage of you when we spread that rumor about the devil doll. You even forgave me when I sent the selfie and broke things up between you and Bailie."

Another tear ran down her cheek, and I hugged her tighter.

"There. That hug. That's what I'm talking about," she said, as I wiped away the tear.

"What do you mean? Did I miss something?"

"It was the hug. Whenever I feel weak and vulnerable, you comfort and protect me. You're not even aware that you're doing it, it just comes naturally to you. I love that. I need that. It's one of the reasons I love you. I know your heart belongs to Bailie and you will never love me the way you love her--"

"Fran--"

"Ross, please. I'm willing to give you up for her, but don't you see? Being your thrall is the next best thing. I can have your support and protection, and you can be in love with Bailie at the same time." Tears were streaming down her face as she smiled at me.

I brushed her wet cheeks with my hand. "But you said you loved me--"

"Which is why I'm letting you go. All I ask in return is that you not to let me go," she replied.

"Won't it bother you that I would be able to read your thoughts at any time? Wouldn't you rather have a little privacy even in your own head?" I asked.

"You're my closest confidant, the only one I ever told about my sister. You can practically read my mind now, so mind-reading me as a thrall won't bother me in the least. Lately, most of those thoughts I have are about what you can do with this guy," she smiled, stroking my erection.

I should have stopped her from pumping me, but given the conversation, it would have seemed like a form of rejection. It also felt really good.

"I need to think about this, it sounds too extreme. We've only known each other for a couple of weeks and you have your whole life ahead of you. You should find someone who loves and appreciates you for who you are without invading your thoughts or taking total control of your body."

She pumped faster. "I'll never find anyone who comes close to you, we both know that. My whole life has been nothing but going from one extreme to another. At least now I have someone who actually gives a damn about me, and I don't want to lose that."

"I don't know, Frankie. I'm worried that you're giving me too much power and control over you. You have no idea what this thing inside me can do. I don't want to hurt you."

She was still stroking me as she stood up and straddled my lap, reaching around my neck with her free hand and drawing her lips close to mine.

"You won't, because I know you. You could have stopped me from making you horny and used your powers to get out of those restraints any time you wanted to. You could have used your dream-walking power to arouse Bailie and give herself up to you, but instead, you were kind to her and helped her to believe in herself. And even now, here I am, on your lap, desperately horny and stroking your cock, despite the fact that you already told me you weren't in the mood for sex, but you haven't pushed me away."

"Frankie, I--"

She didn't let me finish as she pressed her mouth against mine and lightly bit my lower lip, before pushing me back onto the bed.

"Besides, I like it rough. As your thrall, you can use me anytime that beast inside you wants to come out and play. I'll enjoy it. I think you would, too," she said as she held my cock and raised herself up, pressing my tip between her labia.

I should have stopped her for Bailie's sake, if nothing else. But the teasing and the stroking had gotten to me, or to the incubus within me. Was I really that weak that she could manipulate me so easily?

"Please don't--Ohhh!" I moaned, as I watched and felt my erection disappear inside her. She was so wet that a couple lines of her musky fluid dripped down the sides of my cock as she descended.

She arched her back and moaned at the ceiling as I slowly filled her, until I felt her firm butt cheeks resting on my upper thighs.

"Oh, fuck. This feels so good," she moaned as she squeezed me.

It was like she had a direct link to my inner demon. I growled as I grabbed her ass and started thrusting into her.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she screamed, as she ground her clit against my pubis to my thrusts. It took us a few seconds to coordinate our rhythms, but soon she was matching me thrust for thrust. Clenches and twitches came in abundant supply as we fell into a blistering pace by an unspoken mutual consent. We had both built up so many strong emotions over the past hour, that our release came in the form a frenzied passion. I was her bucking bronco to her saddle-strapped cowgirl.

Minutes passed and were both still thrusting hard and fast as if somehow, I could push all my demonic urges out of me and into her, and she could force even more of me inside. The only sounds in the room were the slap-slap-slapping of skin on skin and the back-and-forth chorus of moans and heavy breathing.

After a while, a thin sheen of perspiration coated her skin, and her nipple rings flapped against her areolas as she continued to ground herself against me. Her clenches were getting stronger and closer together, as were my twitches. Our arousals were peaking, and our releases were fast approaching.

"Come with me," she gasped after a longer series of tight clenches.

Her words and the sight of her aura cresting was all that my demon-self needed. My sack swelled and tingled, and I thrust extra hard as she started to cum.

"Oh, shit!" she screamed. She arched her back and crushed on my cock as it expanded inside her.

"Gaahh!" I replied as my back arched, and I pressed her hips against me.

We held that position as I pumped my warm jizz into her clenching core. We were both still cumming when she collapsed onto my chest and I made a few late-coital thrusts as our orgasms were winding down.

We stayed like that, Frankie's head on my shoulder, until we had both recovered. Then she turned her head and kissed me on the lips.

"Thank you," she whispered, as she climbed off me.

"Was your plan to tie me down and edge me until I agreed to make you my thrall?" I asked quietly, as I got up and started to get dressed.

She looked hurt by the question. "I hope you give me more credit than that. I tied you down because I was afraid you'd leave before I had a chance to say what I wanted to say. I felt vulnerable, and restraining you gave me a sense of control. I guess in a way, I'm already under your power, this was the only way I felt you would take me seriously."

I nodded sadly in acknowledgement.

"So, you'll do it? You'll make me your thrall?" she asked.

"I didn't say that. I only said I would consider it. I understand your reasons, but it sounds so... I don't know, inhuman? Confining? I'm already feeling too 'demonic' as it is. Doing this will only make me more of an evil monster. Maybe there are other repercussions I need to consider. For example, if I make you my thrall, does that also mean that I steal your soul? If so, then the answer is 'no'."

"According to Mage Lutien, making me your thrall has nothing to do with my soul. That's something different, although there's not a lot of detail about that. Apparently, demons can consume souls whether or not the person is a thrall. But he doesn't say how that happens," she replied.

"I'd like to borrow that book and read more about what succubae and incubi can and cannot do before I give you my decision."

She readily handed me the book. "Here, take it. However, it's due tomorrow. I've already received a notice on my cell phone that another borrower is looking for it, so penalties are doubled if it's late," she explained.

"Oh, I know all about the penalties, I work at the library, remember? I'll drop it in the return bin just before my 8 o'clock class tomorrow morning. Then I'll get back to you about this enthrallment stuff. I'm a little afraid of it, to be honest, but I promise you I would give it some serious thought. In the meantime, I'm hoping you'll think about it too, and maybe change your mind."

"I won't. I'm sure about this, and about you," she said, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

"Oh my God, a kiss on the cheek! Next, you'll be giving me a friendship bracelet," I joked as I finished dressing.

"Oh, fuck off, Zucchini Boy," she replied, trying to suppress a giggle.

As I walked back to Tina's house, I thought about the reasons for Frankie's request. She always seemed so decisive and resolute. All those years of fending for herself had hardened her and made her that way, or so I thought. I was surprised to learn about her self-doubt and how vulnerable she felt. I had no idea she was wrestling with her own demons. I guessed we had that in common. We were both broken people.

I spent most of the night trying to get through as much of the 250-page book as I could. When I was too tired to see the words on the page, I Googled Mage Sean Lutien to find out as much as I could about him, but there was nothing. As my eyes were closing, I remembered thinking that there was something odd about that name that I just couldn't put my finger on...

***

It felt like I had just closed my eyes when I smelled the definite aroma of pussy, and not just any pussy. My body recognized its owner before my brain did. I opened my eyes and saw the Greek Letters Beta and Iota tattooed into the mound of skin in front of me.

"Marge Collinsworth?" I asked, connecting the smell to a name.

"Keep going, Zucchini Boy. I'm starting to get close."

I looked up and saw a flat, toned stomach, two large attractive breasts, and the face of Marjorie Collinsworth framed by a gorgeous head of blonde hair.

"You look... different. You've lost weight!" I remarked.

From my vantage point between her legs and looking up at her face, it looked like she had lost close to 70 pounds. I propped myself up to get a better view. Her legs were muscular and shapely with silky smooth skin. Her hips were perfect, wide but not excessively so. But looking across the room, there was Frankie sitting in a chair, watching, except it didn't look that much like Frankie. She was enormously fat with legs the size of tree trunks and puffy arms that could barely be contained in the arms of the chair she was sitting in. She had an unhappy, seething look on her face, apparently jealous of the attention I was giving to Marge.

"No more 'large Marge' now, right Zucchini Boy? Look at that fat thing over there. Look how insanely jealous she is of me and my body. Oh, how she wishes this was her getting eaten out by the best pussy licker on campus," she gloated.

"Is that what this is all about? Humiliating a rival? Don't you have bigger aspirations than that? Marge, with everything you have going for you, why are you so fixated on Frankie? In the big scheme of things, why are you so concerned with her?" I asked.

Marge looked down at me with a surprised expression.

"What?... How?... You're not supposed to..." she sputtered before regaining some composure, "I don't like to lose, especially to her. She humiliated me in front of the entire sorority. I hate her, and she needs to suffer for what she did to me."

"Is Frankie really that important to you that you need to spend so much of your talents and intelligence taking revenge on her? Don't you see? She hasn't humiliated you as much as you've humiliated yourself by making her such a big focus of your waking and sleeping hours. Look around you. You're even dreaming revenge in your sleep," I pointed out.

"But... you... you're not supposed to lecture me. You're my slave, my pussy slut. You're supposed to worship my cunt and bow to my every whim," she declared, still shocked by the conversation.

She had a point. This was her dream, and people are usually the heroes of their own dreams. But the hateful undertones of this dream suggested there was likely some deep emotional pain or trauma hidden away in her subconsciousness. Perhaps there was a clue in her dream that would indicate where all that hate was coming from.

"Fine. You want an orgasm? I can give you that, that's easy enough. But if you want one that will blow your mind and make you scream, you need to drop the hate and revenge and think about the really important things in your life. Only then will you truly appreciate yourself, your life, your body, and everything that really matters," I said before attacking her clit with my tongue.

"Oh, my God!" she moaned as her aura grew and flared brighter. Still, there was that green tinge around the edges.

I continued to work on her clit, enjoying the growing white warmth of her sexual luminescence, as she moaned contentedly above me. But that green tinge still bothered me.

I froze her aura in place as I picked my head up. Fat Frankie was still looking on from her chair.

"Let her go, Marge. See how good it feels to be free of her."

I released her aura and put my head down, running my tongue along her perineum, lapping the tangy-musky nectar that was trickling there. She held my head firmly, directing me towards her clenching entrance, and I obliged, teasing her with my wiggling tongue.

It was subtle, but it looked like the green tinge on the outer edges of her aura might be fading. Maybe teasing was the key to removing her envy. By teasing her into submission, I could show her that she can trust me, but only if she shows me respect.

She began to squirm beneath me, and I slowed my pace. Her arousal was building too quickly, and I didn't want her to cum too soon. Pausing briefly, I replaced my tongue with my finger, sliding it inside until it was thoroughly coated with her juices and reached her g-spot. I massaged her sensitive area lightly, teasing her as she clenched my finger for more.

I watched her eyes as I slowly withdrew my finger. It wasn't until it was completely out that she looked down and noticed me watching her. I didn't say a word, but the message was clear. 'You're not in control of your orgasm, I am. Rid yourself of your own jealousy and hatred and enjoy the pleasures of being free.'

She was panting as she looked back at me as her understanding of my message crept in. She swallowed visibly and nodded slowly. She continued to follow my smiling eyes as I lowered my head. She inhaled sharply as she felt my breath on her clit just before I wrapped my lips around it and swirled my tongue around its rubbery hard nub.

"Ohh!" she moaned to the ceiling as she arched her back.

I was still sucking and tonguing her pleasure button when I rimmed her puckered star with my wet finger, feeling a series of anticipatory clenches with each pass.

"Omigod, omigod!" she screamed as she reached for my head and held it against her groin. Her aura was blazing and nearing its peak. A took a quick, sideways glance at the chair where Fat Frankie had been sitting. It was empty. Fat Frankie was gone.

I pushed my head back down, and extended my tongue, slithering it all the way into her clenching canal, stroking her sensitive g-spot. There I massaged it firmly while I plunged my finger past her anal ring.

"Oh, fuck!" she screamed as her aura exploded into a blinding supernova.

A torrent of carnal energy poured into me just as Marge and the room faded away.

***

Tuesday, December 12

My body spasmed briefly and I was awake and back in my own bed. It was pitch dark. I checked my phone, it was 6:13 AM. With so much on my mind and having to get up soon anyway, I decided to take a quick shower and read a little more of Mage Lutien's book before I had to return it.

As I rotated under the warm spray, the events of the past 8 hours replayed themselves in my head, beginning with Marge's dream. I tried to recall any details that would give me a clue about her rivalry with Frankie and her reasons for her continued envy and anger. It was the classic "rich bitch versus street bitch," except it was the rich girl who was envious of the street girl. That didn't make sense, unless there was some other meaning to "Fat Frankie" and "Skinny Marge."

Then there was that whole thing with Frankie kidnapping me--again--and her interrogation of me. After our discussion the night before last, I knew she had feelings for me, but I had no idea those feelings were so deep that she would offer to be my thrall rather than force me to choose between her and Bailie. She had set the whole thing up to see how honest I would be with her and to make sure she could trust me if I were to enthrall her. The restraints were meant to keep me there long enough to get the information she needed, otherwise I would have bolted out of there for sure. She knew me better than I knew myself. I knew she was smart, but I had no idea she was that clever.

Of course, making Frankie my thrall was out of the question, if only I could find some reason or excuse in that book about sex demons she lent me that could help me convince her that enthralling her would be a mistake. The book was unclear about just how much freedom thralls actually had from the reading I did last night. It seemed that was left entirely up to the demon. Luckily, taking my shower early will give me a little more research time before I need to return it.

Thinking back, the one person whose dream I wanted to visit was Bailie. But I couldn't. I wondered why? Maybe she didn't have a dream last night. Was that possible? If so, could I force a dream on someone?

I was still thinking about Bailie while I was rinsing the shampoo out of my hair when I felt a draft of cool air.

"Wow, you're up early. Couldn't sleep?" Tina asked. She was standing outside the shower with the door open. She was naked, of course.

"I'm almost done," I replied, removing the last of the soap from my hair.

"Why are you up so early? Are you meeting someone?" she asked, looking at my crotch. As usual, my morning erection was at "full staff."

"Hey, my eyes are up here," I joked.

"I know," she said without changing the direction of her gaze.

"Well, if you must know, I woke up early and since there wasn't enough time to go back to sleep, I thought I'd take a shower instead."

"Are you sure you're not meeting someone? You look like you're ready."

"Is that all you can think about? You know I always wake up with an erection. I was hoping this shower would bring it down, somehow. The only person I'd like to meet is Bailie, but not for what you're thinking. We had another falling out and I hear she's not doing too well. Ever since the Blue Ox closed, she's been strapped for money and things have deteriorated dangerously with her stepfather," I said, turning off the water and stepping out of the shower.

"Uh-huh," she replied, skeptically.

I gave Tina a watery kiss on the cheek, and in return she squeezed my cock as I reached for a towel.

"It's all yours. I even saved you a bit of hot water," I said as I started to towel off.

"This?" she asked, smiling suggestively while giving my cock another squeeze.

I pulled her hand away.

"No, not my cock I meant the--Oh, crap! You got me again, didn't you?"

"You're too easy!" she laughed as she stepped into the shower.

I reread a few pages in Mage Lutien's book before heading out. I didn't find anything I missed that would help me dissuade Frankie about enthrallment, but I was sure I could come up with something. I left a little early to drop the book off at the library before my Advanced Forensics class, hoping there was time to talk with Bailie before class started.

But when I opened the door to the library foyer, Bailie was laying on the floor below the book deposit slot. Her thin coat was spread out underneath her as if she had been using it as a mattress. She looked a mess with her hair disheveled, her eyes red, her cheeks wet from crying, and there were bags under her eyes from a lack of sleep.

I knelt down on the floor in front of her. "Bailie! What happened? Are you alright?"

"Oh, Ross! It was awful! I don't know where to go or what to do," she sobbed, sitting up, when she saw me. She held out her arms for a hug.

I sat in front of her and gave her a hug. "What's going on? What's wrong?"

"It's Gary... my stepfather... he tried to... he tried to..." she broke down in tears.

"Did you call the police?" I asked.

She shook her head. "No, I couldn't... no phone... and he... he--"

"Are you hurt? Let me take you to the medical center," I suggested, getting up and offering my hand.

"No, I'm okay. Just a little bruised, that's all... He grabbed me, but I got away before he did anything," she sobbed, remaining on the floor.

"Have you been here all night?"

She nodded. "I haven't slept since yesterday."

I took out my phone. "Come with me. Let's get you something to eat at the cafeteria, then we'll call the police and--"

"No. No police," she blurted.

"Bailie, if you've been assaulted and it's unsafe for you to--"

"Ross, I said no police. He's buddies with some of the officers, and the last time they got involved, they let him go. Then he... he--"

I put my phone away. "I get it. No police, then. At least let's get something in your stomach. When was the last time you had something to eat?"

"I don't feel like eating anything right now. Let's just go to class first. There's only a week left before finals," she sniffled, wiping the tears from her face.

"Are you sure?" I asked, helping her off the floor.

"Yeah, I'm sure. But I just remembered. All my books and things are still back in Gary's apartment," she noted.

"Lucky for you, I still have your laptop. And it's all charged up," I replied with a smile.

She looked at me with her tear-filled eyes. Suddenly, she put her arms around me and put her head against my chest.

"Oh, thank you. I'm sorry I didn't trust you. I should have known better. Frankie told me what happened and what she did. I wanted to call you, but without a phone, I didn't know how to--"

"Bailie, it's fine. The important thing is that you're alright and that you're safe. That's all that matters," I said, hugging her back.

We held that embrace for quite a while. I felt her heart beating against my chest as she slowly regained her composure.

"Thank you," she said, looking up at me after breaking the hug. Her aura glowed a golden yellow.

"Let me help you with your coat," I said, bending down and picking it up.

After I placed Mage Lutien's book in the depository slot, Bailie and I walked to our Advanced Forensics class with my arm (and coat) around her shoulders. It was still early, and I lent her my comb so she could freshen up in the girl's room before class. After class, I was about to escort her to the cafeteria when Professor Talisman stopped me.

"Mr. McPherson, may I see you for a moment, please?"

"Yes, sir, I said, returning to the classroom while Bailie waited in the doorway.

"I read your report about your DNA results, and I wanted to ask you if you thought it was your best work," he said, looking at me carefully.

I looked him in the eye. "No sir. I was hoping to go further and find out who my parents really were."

"I consider your report to be B+ work, but I'm willing to bring this up to an A if you think you can find them. You can have another week if you're interested in trying," he replied.

I didn't know how I was going to be able to do that. The DNA records on file are all confidential. Did he really expect me to get access to them? At least I had a week to figure it out, maybe something would come up.

"Thank you, sir. I'd like to take you up on your offer," I replied.

He smiled. "Very good. I wish you luck," he said, and he turned and stuffed his lecture notes into his briefcase, while I joined Bailie and walked her to the cafeteria.

Bailie was enjoying a late breakfast, that is if cafeteria food at 10:15 AM could be considered enjoyable. I took out my phone and called Tina's number.

"Tina has an extra room that she uses for a study. Maybe you can stay there," I explained I waited for Tina to pick up.

"Oh, no. I couldn't," Bailie demurred.

"Well, I'm not going to let you sleep in the library foyer. It's either that or we talk with the police--Hello, Tina?" I replied just as Tina answered her phone.

Tina readily agreed to my request, although there was something funny about her answer when I mentioned the extra bedroom. She wouldn't elaborate, but she did agree to meet us at the house at lunchtime to discuss the arrangements.

After breakfast, I left Bailie at the library while I went on to my 11 o'clock Business Marketing class.

As I feared, Gabriela was waiting for me at the door before class started. She sat next to me in the first row, when she normally sat much farther back and started chatting with me.

"I never had a chance to thank you for saving me yesterday," she began.

"But you did thank me on the way to the medical center, remember? I'm just glad you're okay," I replied.

"Oh, I am, thanks to you," she said as she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.

"I know Tripp was pretty upset when he heard the news. How are things going between the two of you?"

"Oh, him. Okay, I guess. But he's more interested in his make-believe fantasies about magic and wizards than me," she replied.

"Didn't you two go out to dinner together last night? He said he was going to take you," I asked.

"Oh, that. Yeah. The only place close enough to campus was the Pizza Palace, and when we got there, all these hockey players were there, including that guy, Gil. You know, I think he was one of the guys in the ski mask that tried to abduct me. So, we left and ended up eating in the cafeteria," she explained.

"I'm sorry that didn't work out. I'm sure there will be another time soon."

Class started after that. But throughout the lecture, Gabriela made a point of moving her leg next to mine or putting her hand on my thigh. Each time she did, I moved my leg away, but it didn't stop her from doing it again whenever I moved my leg back again. Maybe she thought this was some kind of game, but I was sure it had a lot to do with yesterday's rescue.

After class, I started for the library to meet Bailie, but Gabriela started to follow.

"Look Gabriela, I have to meet someone, and I understand that you feel grateful for my actions yesterday, but I'm just glad you're fine and I don't want to come between you and Tripp. I don't want to hurt your feelings any more than I want to hurt his," I explained as carefully as I could.

She looked disappointed.

"I get it. I'm sorry I got carried away, but Tripp hasn't spent much time with me lately and I thought you might have been interested. I will leave you alone," she said, sadly. She started walking away.

"But we can still be friends, right? Are you okay with that?" I called after her.

"Sure," she said, quietly.

"Shit," I said to myself as I headed for the library.

I took Bailie to lunch, but after eating breakfast less than two hours before, she wasn't very hungry. So, we both had a salad before heading for Tina's house.

Tina was all smiles as she led us upstairs to show us the third bedroom, which she used as a study. Inside was a desk, a table, a couple of chairs and a bookcase, but no bed.

"You're welcome to sleep with me--oh, no. I forgot it's Tuesday. Lezzie's coming over tonight. Maybe you can sleep with Ross!" she suggested with a wink.

Bailie blushed and her aura flared.

"Bailie, why don't you take my room? I'll sleep downstairs on the couch," I suggested.

"Oh, no. I can't have you do that. I'll sleep on the couch," she countered.

"Nonsense. You didn't get any sleep last night while I had a full night's rest," I said, giving Tina a warning look not to say anything. "Besides you don't even have a change of clothes, what are you going to sleep in?"

"Well, I..." Bailie was at a loss for words.

Tina stepped in. "I'll tell you what, I'll meet you after work and we'll pick up Lezzie and the three of us will go to dinner and then go clothes shopping. It will be a girl's night out. It will be fun."

"That works for me, too. I'll be doing the late shift at the library and won't be home till late and can crash on the couch. Just let me take a few things from the room and it will be all ready for you, Bailie. In the meantime, you look tired. Why don't you take a nap on my bed and get some rest? You're going to need it if you want to keep up with Tina and Lezzie," I added with a big smile.

"But, I--" Bailie was clearly overwhelmed.

Tina chimed in. "It's settled then. I'm going back to work. See you at 5 o'clock," she said as she left.

"You really don't have to do this," Bailie said following me into my room.

I turned and held her arms. There was so much I wanted to tell her, my heart ached to let her know exactly what she meant to me. But with me being an incubus, and after what she'd been through, I was afraid for her. She deserved someone better than me--someone who wasn't a demon. As much as I wanted to be closer and have a relationship with her, I realized it was better for her if I kept some distance between us. I found myself tongue-tied.

"Bailie, um, if there's anything you need. Uh, anything I can do for you, just uh... I just want you to be safe. Because, um, because I--"

She reached up and held my face as she pressed her lips against mine and kissed me. Then, after several seconds, I felt her tongue against my lips and she explored my mouth, and our tongues danced together.

"Thank you," she said as she broke the kiss and looked deep into my eyes.

"You're--Oh--" I began, then I kissed her back, holding her body against mine. She welcomed me into her mouth with a pleasant "mmm" as our tongues danced together.

When we broke the kiss, we stared into each other's eyes, until I saw her stifle a yawn.

"You must be exhausted. Let me change the sheets and take out a few things and the room will be all yours," I said as I quickly stripped the bed.

"Please don't--" she began.

"It's no trouble, really. I'm just happy that you're safe."

I remade the bed with clean sheets while Bailie yawned, trying to stay awake. A few minutes later I was closing the door behind me as she collapsed on the bed.

After leaving some books and a change of clothing on the couch in the living room, I spent a couple hours in the library before heading to the gym. It was time to put my plan to neutralize Gil into action. I had a pair of Marge's dirty panties in my backpack hidden away for later.

While I was working out with Tripp, I told him I had a risk-free plan to get even with Gil, but I needed his help to pull it off. He looked skeptical.

"Fuck that guy. Everything we do to him only makes things worse. Weren't you the one that said we should leave it alone?"

"Yeah, but that was before Gabriela was almost abducted and he tried to blackmail Professor Bartoli. Besides, the only thing you have to do is to distract Darrel after hockey practice," I explained.

"Distract him? How am I going to do that?"

"Easy. Just ask him about hockey stuff. When did he first start playing? What was his greatest moment on the ice? Stuff like that. Just ask questions and let him do all the talking. All you have to do is look like you're interested. I just need 15 or 20 minutes in the locker room," I explained.

"15 or 20 minutes! Shit, I can't keep him occupied that long."

"Do the best you can. I'm counting on you," I replied as Tripp left for the wrestling room.

I skipped dinner and hung around the ice arena, watching Gil and the other hockey players practice. Just as they were finishing up, I found Tripp getting ready to leave and reminded him it was time for him to delay Darrel from going into the locker room. Then I stripped down and put everything except one of the panties into a locker and hid myself and the panties inside one of the bathroom stalls, just as the hockey team was coming in.

I transformed into Darrel's body and waited until I heard the showers running before emerging from the stall. I joined the rest of the team in the showers, inching myself ever closer to Gil as they joked around. Then as he was starting to leave, I hit him with a good-sized jolt of lust energy. He immediately grew an erection.

"What the fuck?" he said, looking at his boner.

His teammates laughed and made rude jokes and comments, which made Gil angry. That was when I hit him with another dose.

"Oh, shit!" Gil moaned as he grabbed his cock and started stroking it.

"What the fuck, Dubois?" His teammates wondered, giving him disgusting looks when I saw what he was doing.

"Gee, Gil, I knew you liked me, but aren't you taking things too far?" I taunted.

That drew another round of laughter and jeers.

"Fuck!" Gil said as he fled to his locker, still holding his dick in his hand. I fetched the panties and kept them hidden in my balled fist and positioned myself next to Gil in front of Darrel's locker. All the remained was to create a distraction and carefully time my next move.

Gil fumbled for his lock on the locker, missing his number a couple of times before getting it open. Once it was open, he reached for his underwear. That's when I gave him a gentle shove, knocking him sideways into the guy on the other side of him, Gil's erection pressing against the other guy's ass cheek, smearing pre-cum in the process.

"What the fuck, Dubois. Get your horny cock out of my ass!" the guy yelled.

Gil did a body blush and tried to apologize. As he did, I switched Gil's underwear for Marge's panties and hit him another small dose of lust energy.

"Get away from me!" the guy yelled and shoved him back in my direction.

"Hey, watch it, Dum-Dum!" he yelled as he fell into me.

"Sorry," I mumbled back.

He gave me a hard push.

"That was your fault, you fucking moron!" he shouted, as he reached for his undershorts.

I quickly gave him another small dose of lust and he grabbed his cock, not realizing he was holding a pair of girl's underwear. He was so distracted that it wasn't until he tried to pull the material up over his erection as his balls were being pulled tight into his crotch that he noticed the difference.

"What the fuck?" he spat incautiously.

That remark caught the attention of all of the teammates around him.

They started yelling epithets such as "fag," queer," "pansy," "you're one of them, ugh!" As they began distancing themselves.

That was my cue to leave. I quickly retreated, going to my own locker and grabbing my clothes before going back into the bathroom stall to get dressed, morphing back into my own body.

Everyone was still yelling and arguing as I passed Darrel coming in, still in his hockey uniform, as I was heading out.

Tripp was waiting outside the locker room door when I emerged.

"How did it go in there?" he asked.

I cocked my head towards the locker room door behind me. The yelling and screaming could clearly be heard through the door.

"What do you think?" I asked smiling.

"What did you do?" Tripp asked when we got outside.

"I'll tell you some other time. I have to start my shift at the library, and you have to take Gabriela out to dinner."

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Next Chapter: Frankie makes a pact with a demon.

Your comments and support are appreciated. Please keep them coming. There are quite a few more chapters ahead which will clarify and resolve many of the conflicts and character flaws that have evolved in the story so far. However, there are even bigger confrontations ahead.