Demon S Pet 08

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Series notes: This story crosses into a few different categories. It's primarily a Sci-Fi/Fantasy piece. However, there are several scenes involving incestuous sex - which is why it is categorized the way that it is. ~ This piece is part of a series. The story will make more sense if you read it from start to finish. ~

All of the chapters in the story-chain will be submitted at the same time and should appear every day or so - depending on what the admins decide.

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~~~ Monday ~~~

The morning began with Kit lying on her back, gripping my ass in her fists, with my balls resting on her nose - and my cock shoved down her throat - as Malady ate her out. The two were in a race to see who could finish first. I'm pretty certain that I was the overall winner. I lay there with my fingers locked together behind my head and watched the whole glorious thing. Kit's body shuddered violently as she simultaneously sucked down my load - while cumming on Malady's tongue.

My alarm went off and Malady complained that she hadn't orgasmed yet. We compromised. I fucked her up against the wall of the shower and then she helped me get cleaned up for school.

Melissa leaned out of her doorway to scowl at us as we came down the hallway and I realized that I hadn't cast any spells to keep our sounds and noises contained within the bathroom.

While I got dressed, I asked the girls what they planned to do while I was gone. Malady admitted that - after hearing me and mom talk about expenses for running the house - she had started exploring job options. There were some work-at-home postings that intrigued her, and she planned to explore a few of them. Kit was interested in contributing as well. I had a quick online-safety mind-meld meeting with the two of them and then kissed them and headed out the door.

As I drove to school, I thought about Malady's comments. If they both ended up finding something they could do from home, we'd need to add a home office to the list of rooms that we should think about adding onto the house. My room could become a guest room, and we'd build a bigger one for the three of us to share -with an in-suite bathroom to stay out of my sister's hair. In addition to the home office, it might be nice to add a game room. If Kit was serious about considering having a baby in a year or two, a nursery might be another consideration ...

Kadence grabbed my hand as soon as I got into the gym. She dragged me off to Sweeney's office.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Sweeney gave me permission," she said, already getting undressed.

"Are you shitting me?"

"No. She's planning to nab you later this week - maybe Wednesday. She made me promise not to tell anyone that she agreed to this though."

The cute tomboy was already on her knees, sucking my dick. I worked to get my clothes off while she got me hard. I was enjoying what she was doing so much that I didn't even consider that I could have simply used magic to remove them.

Sweeney had even been nice enough to clear the papers off the top of her desk.

Once I was naked, Kadence folded herself over the desk and looked back over her shoulder at me with a doe-eyed invitation in her eyes.

I swatted her on the ass and then sent my cock inside of her. I couldn't figure out what to do with my hands. As I plowed her, I grabbed her shoulders and lifted her enough to get my left arm around her ribs so that I could play with her nonexistent tits. I used that grip to scoot her back from the desk far enough that I could put my right hand on her mons - and hold her in place - as I delivered thrust after thrust at a punishing pace.

Remembering my lesson from earlier in the morning, I shrouded the room - just as she began to moan and wail. I told myself that I needed to start doing better at remembering.

I could feel Kadence's natural lubricant wetting my fingers as I held her pussy in place while I pounded it. Her nectar was kind of going everywhere.

I felt her body tightening up like a spring and I knew this one was gonna be it for me. As soon as she started cumming, my balls unloaded into her. I immediately began shortening my cock - so the fluids would have a vacuum to fill as they arrived.

"Holy shit!" Kadence gasped. "I need a fucking bucket! It's just pouring out of me."

I started to get dressed and she put her hand on my chest to stop me. She dropped to her knees again - and more of my shit drizzled onto the floor.

"I need this ...," she said.

"You need?"

"Your sperm, Mal," she said. "Since I started swallowing your shit, I haven't had a single pimple."

She stopped talking and started using her mouth for other things. Once I was clean, she began scooping my splooge from her twat and sucking that down as well.

"We need to go ...," I told her.

I found a rag and cleaned the desk and floor while she got her clothes on.

We emerged from Sweeney's office to find Prattle standing there. She looked past us, into the room.

"She's ... uh ... not there," Kadence said.

"I can see that, Ms. Thomas. What were you two doing in there?"

"Grading papers," I answered.

"Indeed?" Prattle asked, turning on me.

"Sweeney talked to me about it last week," I said.

"MS Sweeney," she snarled.

"That's the one," I said. "I always confuse people," I admitted. "They're really never sure if I'm talking about MS Sweeney or MR Rudeprick."

"Rudeprick?" Prattle asked.

I seriously thought Kadence was going to piss herself, trying to keep from laughing. Her face began turning red from the effort and she ran off, across the gym, to where the other girls were gathering.

I simply looked at Prattle, turned, and walked away.

"I wasn't finished talking to you!" she spat.

"Come on over then," I yelled back. "We usually sit on the bleachers with Schneider and watch the girls' asses while they do calisthenics. It's enough to really get your blood pumping first thing in the morning."

Schneider's eye shot open wide at the mention of his name. Prattle - apparently - interpreted the expression on his face as guilt.

"A word, Mr. Schneider?" she asked, motioning towards his office.

"Ah ... yes, ma'am ...," he said, climbing off of the bleachers to head that way.

I climbed up the seats to my usual spot.

"Please don't sit close to us if you're going to see if you can make Prattle explode," Jacob said, smiling.

Alicia was holding his hand. She was grinning as well.

"Does her twat smell like dust to you?" I asked. "I swear the woman hasn't had sex in decades."

"I ... uh ... I'm not sure what her twat smells like," Jacob said. "Might I ask how you know?"

He laughed when I held up my hands - realizing that I was in a hole and holding a shovel.

"Overly sensitive nose ...," I said.

"Is that how you find the virgins?" Alicia asked.

I had looked at her a little too quickly. She already knew the answer. I decided not to deny it.

"Yeah ..."

"Dude ...," Jacob said.

I slumped onto the bleachers - far enough away from them that I hoped Prattle would ignore the pair if she did, indeed, come after me.

The girls were doing toe-touches when he spoke again.

"Her cunt really smell like dust?" he asked.

"Yeah ..."

A minute or two later, Alicia whispered something to Jacob that I couldn't make out. She snickered as he shoved her away. She giggled and wrapped her arms back around his shoulders, hugging herself to his side.

I shouldn't have let my curiosity get the better of me but I brushed over her mind to try to figure out what she had whispered. It was sitting at the forefront of her mind - as clearly as if it were written on her forehead with a Sharpie ...

"Bet you five bucks he nails her before we graduate."

Prattle came out of Schneider's office, scowled at me, and then headed out of the gym. When my PE teacher came out of the small room, he yelled a single word up the bleachers at me.

"Detention."

After that, he turned right back around and disappeared into his office.

"Fuck, dude," Jacob said.

Not even Kadence's perky butt or Sweeny's cute little finger-wriggling waves could cheer me up after that.

The bell rang to end the period, and Schneider had still never shown back up again.

I walked around the rest of the day with a scowl on my face. The only upside was that nobody else tried to have sex with me.

During third period, a messenger from the office delivered a note that instructed me to report to Ms. Wilkins' room at the end of the day to serve my detention.

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When the final bell rang, I stopped at my locker long enough to make sure I had the books I needed and then I headed towards the Science room to report in with my parole officer.

I figured Mondays were probably high-volume days - but I was the only student in the room. Maybe - since it was close to the end of the year - everybody was being on their best behavior. I've always been a bit of a slow learner.

After a couple minutes of sitting in the middle of the empty room by myself, I raised my hand. Thankfully, Wilkins looked up from her phone after a minute or two. My arm was getting tired.

"Yes?"

"I've never served detention before," I said. "Are there any rules I should know about? What am I allowed to do - or should avoid - and when can I go?"

"You can go at 3:45," she said. "You can do just about anything except be disruptive or destructive."

"Hard to disrupt when nobody else is here," I replied. "You wanna play strip poker or something?"

Her head spun towards the door - but it was closed. I could see a few students still gathering their things to leave for the day but - other than that - it felt like we were the only two people in the building.

"I've ... uh ... never played strip poker," she said.

"Yeah, me neither," I said. "I was just trying to fuck with you, ya know?"

Her face was really unreadable. I thought about trying to see what she was thinking about - but then her cheeks turned crimson, and she said something I would have never expected.

"I ... uh ... I have a deck of cards ...," she said quietly.

Talk about calling my bluff ...

For a moment, I thought about blaming my "smoky" pheromones - or whatever it was that seemed to be driving women crazy - but she was sitting half a classroom away from me.

She slid the middle drawer of her desk open, pulled out a deck of cards, and stood to her feet. She snagged her phone before she started walking my way.

She walked past me - to the back of the classroom. The full Science lab was in an adjoining room, but there was a small workstation in the back of her class where limited experiments could be performed. She sometimes did little demonstrations for the class during her lectures.

She pulled a stool out from under the table and sat down.

"If you're willing," she said. "I'd like to take you up on your offer - with a slight modification - to preserve the sanctity of our student-teacher relationship."

"An experiment?" I asked, curious enough about her proposition to be intrigued.

"Yes!" she said.

I walked to where she was sitting. She pulled a second stool out. I sat on it - with my left elbow on the lab table - facing her. She handed me a pencil and a piece of paper.

"List your clothing," she said. "We'll perform the experiment and see whose test subject loses their clothing first."

She began scribbling words on her sheet of paper. I finished quickly.

She began shuffling the deck of cards.

"Hold up," I said. "If this is going to be fair, we need to have the same number of clothing items. What's on your list?"

Her cheeks turned crimson.

"I ... uh ... have five items," she said.

"Well," I said. "I guess we're even, but I thought you'd have more ..."

She was still blushing.

"I have shirt, boxers, shorts, socks, and shoes - which is five. You should have six, right? Shirt, bra, skirt, panties, socks, and shoes?"

"I only have five," she repeated, still blushing.

I looked her over ... shirt, skirt, shoes, and socks were clearly visible. I looked at her chest. Her bra straps created a noticeable bump on her shoulders.

Finally, I figured out what was missing.

"You're seriously not wearing panties?!" I questioned.

"Why do I have to wear panties?" she asked, instantly on the defense.

I held up my hands in surrender.

"Listen," I said. "I like a cool breeze in my nethers as much as the next guy, but ..."

"Nethers?" she said, laughing.

"You would have preferred that I said that I liked a draft on my taint - or the feel of my balls swaying in the wind ...?"

She covered her mouth with her hand as she struggled to smother a fit of giggles.

I waited until she had mostly recovered before I pushed forward with the game.

"Alright," I said. "Five items each - since the naughty science teacher isn't wearing panties. Are we ready to begin?"

"Yes," she said.

Cards in-hand, she froze, and then looked up at me.

"I ... I don't know how to play poker," she admitted.

"Honestly," I confessed, "I'm a little rusty myself. Poker's more about bluffing anyway. What if we just play blackjack? In blackjack, you're really just playing against the deck. If you can count cards, it's supposed to be fairly simple to win - but I'm not good enough to do that."

"Blackjack it is," she agreed.

She dealt us each two cards, one at a time, and then placed the draw pile on the table.

I looked at my cards - a 10 and a Jack.

"Stay," I said.

"Same," she replied.

I laid down my cards. She had 20 as well.

"Push," I said. "What do you think? We keep our clothes or do we each lose one?"

"It'll go faster if we lose one," she said.

I marked through one of my items.

"What'd you mark off?" she asked.

It was my turn to blush.

"What?" she asked, giggling.

"I figured since you weren't wearing panties, I should lose my boxers," I replied. "The boys are swaying in the breeze ..."

"Oh. My. God," she said, laughing.

"What'd you mark off?" I asked.

"Bra," she admitted, blushing.

I did the little Charlie Chaplin thing with my eyebrows, and she started laughing again.

Blackjack was definitely faster than poker. Soon we had completed five games. It was close every time - and the winner was always determined by the last hand.

"I think we're missing something," I told her. "People talk about this way too much for it to be this pedestrian."

"Oh ... big word ... little boy," she said, giggling.

"Fine!" I said. "Let's up the ante. This time we play for real."

"You ... you mean?"

"Yes," I said defiantly. "Loser is the first one who's naked."

She looked at me, thinking seriously, for almost a minute before she spoke.

"I agree that our experiment has been missing something ..."

I shuffled the deck and handed her the cards.

"Cut the deck and deal. It's on."

"It's on," she agreed.

I lost the first hand - and pulled my shoes off.

"Well, that's just disappointing," she said.

I laughed.

She lost the second hand.

I laughed again as she pulled off her shoes.

Her socks went next - and then mine.

She was starting to look nervous. Her nipples were also getting hard.

I lost - and chose to remove my shorts. She giggled when she saw my Scooby Doo boxers. Ironically enough, I thought, it wouldn't take much to turn Ms. Wilkins into a pretty believable Velma for Halloween.

I immediately got a picture of me - dressed as Shaggy - bending Velma over in the back of the Mystery Machine and lifting her skirt to slide my cock inside of her.

She lost the next hand and - of course - the skirt stayed. The blouse came off. Her bra was just lacey enough to make my cock start to take notice.

With me in a shirt and Scooby Doo boxers, and her in a bra and a skirt, things were getting serious.

I lost the next hand and peeled my shirt off. I could almost physically feel her eyes crawling over my chest and abs. They were much more eye-catching than they'd been a couple weeks before. I hadn't changed anything I was doing but my demon powers were having a dramatic effect on my physique.

She lost the next hand and slowly reached behind her to unfasten the bra. I caught myself holding my breath - waiting for the inevitable titty-drop. She stared into my eyes as she shrugged off the shoulder straps. I suddenly realized that I hadn't put any magical protections in place. I locked the door and shrouded the room.

The cups of her bra clung to her skin - refusing to let go. I swallowed down a lump in my throat as she twisted her shoulders back and forth a little to get the lacey garment to come free. The bra fell into her hands, and she sat there, watching me, waiting for ... my assessment I suppose.

"Well?" she asked, after a minute.

"They're ... uh ... very nice," I said. "I honestly can't say that I've found a pair of breasts yet that I didn't like."

"Oh! How many have you seen ...?"

"A lot."

"On ... on a scale of ... 1 to 10 ..."

"I mean ... they're ... I hate to say 5 but a 5 goes to a 9 as soon as they jiggle around."

She leaned forward and twisted her shoulders back and forth - still studying my face.

Her tits were probably D-cups. They were a little ... softer ... than I preferred but soft titties were really nice for certain things. Her nipples had hardened more as she jiggled her breasts for me. Obviously, she had thought about what effect the action might have on me and it excited her.

Her soft hefty breasts rolled and bounced and jiggled nicely. For a woman of her age, the nipples were starting to point downward a little more than they should - but they were still nice.

I reached for her, and she asked, "What are you doing?"

She pulled the bra back up to defend herself.

"I've completed my visual inspection and find that I have insufficient data ...," I answered clinically.

She watched my eyes for a couple seconds and then lowered her hands back to her lap - taking the bra with them - essentially granting me the access that I had requested.

I reached out, cupped her right breast in my fingers, and then looked up - into her eyes - as I rubbed my thumb over the stiff nipple.

Our gazes locked onto one another, I dragged my thumb back and forth across her nipple three times before she spoke.

"This ... was a bad idea," she said.

She reached over, grabbed the waistband of my boxers, and pulled - until I came off of the stool. She pulled me forward until I was between her thighs - with the cloth of my boxers pressing into her skirt.

She looked at my lips. I leaned closer and she met me halfway. As our lips met, her hand went down my shorts. As her tongue pushed its way between my lips, her fingers wrapped around my shaft.

She used my prick as a handle and tugged me closer. She licked the inside of my lips as her knees locked my hips in place. The tip of her tongue found mine as she began to slide her hand up and down my aching cock.

I realized my hands were idle. I wrapped my thumb and forefinger of my left hand around her nipple as my right dragged up the inside of her thigh to see how wet she was. She gasped into my mouth when my fingertips found her. She was soaked.

I shoved her legs apart and threw my boxers to the floor. She stepped out of her skirt as I stepped out of my shorts. I grabbed her hips and picked her up.

"Oh!" she gasped.

I set her on the edge of the stool again and inched closer and closer - slowly sliding between her clenched thighs - until the nose of my cock found her slick entrance.

"This is a bad idea," she said.

"An experiment," I proposed.

Her eyebrows rose.

"I can generally only get a woman to come three times before I climax inside of her," I said matter-of-factly.

"Three does seem ... high ...," she said breathily.

"Time to see how this sample compares ...," I proposed, as I slid inside of her.