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When Maranihr and Meredith reached the car tucked under a large tree on that dark street, they found Jenna asleep in the front seat. The demon tapped his finger on the window, which startled her awake. She jumped with fear, but then seemed angry when he opened the door.

“Why were you gone for so long!?” Then, she noticed the woman standing next to him. “And who the hell is she?”

“Say hello to your new sister! She will be joining us. Her name is…” He struggled for a second to remember the name on the sign. “Meredith.”

The realtor gave Jenna a shy smile. “Hi. What’s your name?”

Jenna rolled her eyes. “Yeah, he’s bad about that. I’m Jenna. There’s also Michelle, but she’s back home.”

“Meredith, sit next to her so you can guide her to our destination.” The demon walked to the rear door to slide into the back seat. He struggled to fit and get comfortable. Their vehicles were not meant for a creature of his build.

“We need to go downtown.” The realtor pointed to the east.

Jenna looked at her and shrugged. “I have no idea where that is.”

Sighing, Meredith began giving her new sister turn-by-turn directions to reach the corporate office. Sunrise was still a few hours away, so there weren’t many other vehicles on the streets.

“Stop here. That’s the building.” She pointed out the window. “I need to go with you, though. I have access, and they know me. They would never let someone who looks like you inside without my escort. They still might not be happy about it, though. And I doubt anyone is here at this time of night who can answer your questions.”

Maranihr stood quietly on the dark sidewalk, reaching out with his senses to probe the feeling of what was inside. She was right. The building was mostly empty. But there… He felt something. Someone.

A lone individual was working late on an upper floor, and he recognized the energy. The man had been present the night of his summoning. He wasn’t one of the more powerful ones who had dragged Maranihr into this world and bound him in agony. But he had been there… in the shadows. Watching.

He followed Meredith around the building to a side entrance where she used her card to open the door. She walked to a nearby elevator and pressed the button.

“They’re on the top three floors. I guess we have to search all of them to see if someone is here?”

The demon tilted his head as if listening to something above him. “Someone is here. That I know. Take me to each floor so I can find him.”

The elevator doors opened, and he followed her inside. He frowned and turned around in the small space, looking for a staircase. “What is this?”

She pressed the button for the seventh floor and frowned at him. “What do you mean? It’s the elevator to the top floors.”

The tiny room shuddered and rose. Maranihr stumbled and growled, reaching out to catch his balance and cracking the mirrors as his hands struck the sides.

“Great… They aren’t going to be happy about that. You’re okay! It’s just an elevator!”

He regained his composure as the elevator continued to rise. This was an unfamiliar experience for him. Flying high into the sky under the power of his own wings was a thrill that never seemed to fade. But being confined in this small box and lifted into the unknown? It was… unsettling.

The doors opened on the seventh floor, and Meredith pressed a button to hold them there. “Well? Do you want to explore this floor?”

Maranihr cocked his head and hesitated. “No. He is not here. Proceed.”

She pushed button eight, and they ascended to the next floor. Again, the doors slid open, and they paused. This time, he nodded.

“He is here.”

Without waiting for her, he exited and turned to the right. The feeling of recognition was much stronger now. The magical stench of the summoning still clung to the man; the residue of a stomach-churning rupture in the fabric between their worlds. No human would be aware of it, but the scent was unforgettable for the demon who was previously enslaved by their dark spell.

Now, even Meredith could hear the man grumbling and cursing under his breath. He was tucked away in a corner cubicle, hunched over a clacking keyboard and illuminated by the harsh glow of a cheap computer monitor. He startled and swiveled around in his chair as he heard them walk up behind him.

“W…what are you doing here?”

Meredith smiled and eased her full bottom onto the cubicle desk. The nervous man couldn’t help but be drawn to her calculated positioning. She was fully aware of her own magical effect on most men and frequently used it to her advantage.

“Hi! I’m Meredith. I handle real estate transactions for…” She gestured around the floor. “…these guys. I have a hot buyer with me who has a few questions. Can you help us? I really want to close this deal, and I’m sure they do, too. I can only imagine how appreciative they would be of your support.”

Maranihr moved in from the cubicle-hell hallway to stand next to her. The man’s eyes widened with recognition, and he immediately twisted to reach for the phone on his desk. With inhuman speed, the demon lunged forward and slapped the man’s hand away. Grasping him by the shoulders, he turned him back around and stared into his face.

“Ah, I see you remember me, do you not?”

The low-level sorcerer’s eyes darted around the space, but found no easy escape. “What is it you want from me, demon? Do you need help breaking your bondage to this world so you can return home?”

Maranihr stepped forward and towered over the frightened man. “No, not yet. I have another problem to solve first. And…” He inhaled deeply to take in the man’s scent. “I know that would be beyond your limited capabilities. You are not like the others.”

A brief flash of irritation washed over his features. But then he deflated in his seat and swallowed nervously. “You’re not wrong. I’m not responsible for what happened to you, so I’m not sure how I can help. What’s this problem you need to solve?”

“Vianelle. She was dragged into this world before me. I assume they enslaved her, much like they sought to control me. But she was not in the building where I was summoned. Tell me where she is now.”

The sorcerer frowned. “Vianelle? Is that another demon?”

Maranihr responded through gritted teeth. “Yes, another ‘demon.’ She is a succubus.”

“Ohhh, a plaything? Trust me, we would never summon such an inconsequential creature. I’m afraid I can’t help you. I know nothing about her.”

The large incubus lunged and encircled the scrawny sorcerer’s throat in his enormous fist, easily lifting him into the air. A rumbling growl reverberated from his chest. “Never refer to her as a plaything again, unless you want to die.”

The human struggled for breath and squeaked, “What do you want from me?!”

The demon leaned closer and growled in his face. “I want my wife, fucker.”

The sorcerer twisted in vain, trying to break free from the iron grasp. “I told you, we don’t have her!! That wasn’t us!”

Maranihr looked deeply into the man’s wide eyes for a few more seconds. “Do you know what? I believe you.” He shrugged and tightened his grip. “Unfortunately for you, that means you are useless for my needs.”

The demon’s hand clenched convulsively, crushing the sorcerer’s throat. As the light faded from the dying man’s eyes, the demon tossed him to the side of the cubicle, where he crumpled in a limp heap on the cheap carpet.

Meredith stared at him with terrified eyes. Her body shook with fear as she absorbed the reality of her bond to this creature who was capable of such swift and powerful violence. A tiny part of her mind screamed at her to flee. But she knew that would be impossible.

He glanced at the woman and knew the war waging inside her human brain. “I have no patience for evil men, especially useless and insulting ones. Trust me, young one, I would never harm you. All you shall receive from me will be my undying love and protection.”

Sighing deeply, he turned away and left the cubicle. Another dead end.

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Navigating the human road was awkward, and finding their way seemed almost impossible at first. He knew he had not flown far when he escaped the site of his summoning. But flying in the night sky and riding in a vehicle were nothing alike. Originally, he had never intended to return. So, he had not bothered to pay attention to how he was leaving and what was behind him. As the miles went by, he worried that finding the sorcerers might be a fool’s quest.

How would he ever recognize that dark place again?

However, he found he could use his pain to guide Jenna down the winding highways and twisting roads. A mild sense of irritation became an insistent throbbing in his temples as they drew closer and closer to that accursed destination. Finally, as they crested a last hill, he saw the city sprawling across the valley below. The sun was setting, and lights began sparking on, twinkling as far as their eyes could see. He recognized it now, having escaped into the night skies above to flee this place before. This “aerial view” was indeed helpful.

He pointed to the other side of the valley. “There. Do you see that tower with the flashing crimson light? We need to reach that place.”

Jenna nodded and navigated the twists and turns of the roads below to find her way across the city. The evening darkness enveloped them as they crawled through tree-lined streets in a neighborhood sprinkled with enormous mansions tucked behind forbidding walls and steel gates.

Maranihr sighed as he felt his body relax with the nightfall. The darkness of this world felt much safer for him, since his imposing size and inhuman features made it challenging to blend in with people. He asked her to roll down the windows, since he could not figure out how to navigate next. This ground-level view was unfamiliar.

Cool air flowed into the vehicle. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of trees, flowers, pavement, and even the men and women living behind those walls. Ah, there it was. The memory tickled the back of his mind. He remembered them well, even though he had never seen their faces. The scent of the sorcerers who had summoned him was imprinted in his brain, tangled and twisted with the agony of his torture and enslavement. He would never forget them.

“We are close. Stop here.”

Jenna pulled to the side of the street and parked under a dark tree with its branches hanging low. “What now?”

“Now I hunt. You stay here. I will return.”

Cautiously, he got out and pulled a large coat around his massive frame. If anyone saw him under brighter lights, they might question the bulk on his back. But in the darkness, he hoped no one would pay much attention.

Maranihr continued to explore the neighborhood, following the faint scent that slowly grew stronger. Eventually, he found a dark mansion that felt uncomfortably familiar, so he approached it cautiously. Even though he was a demon, he knew he could not face many sorcerers at once. If they were all here tonight, this would not end well.

However, as he moved closer, he sensed… nothing. It was most certainly the site of his summoning. Tentatively, he touched the throbbing wound of his entry into this world. It ached and echoed. But he could feel no trace of the men responsible. As darkness settled over the neighborhood, he approached the large house. Even though the exterior lights glowed, the windows were dark. Moving up the sidewalk, he noticed a small sign planted in the front lawn.

“For Sale. Contact Meredith Washington. 800-555-1212.”

It had been centuries since his last experience in this world, but even he knew what this meant. The property was now empty, and the previous owners wanted to sell it to someone else.

Fuck.

Sighing deeply, he walked to the front door and considered breaking in to explore. Perhaps they had left clues that would help him uncover more information. But he quickly dismissed the idea. Damage like that would be noticed and make the sorcerers aware of his return.

Maranihr walked back to reexamine the sign. Perhaps he should return to the car to get Jenna and bring her back. She would know what to do with this information. As he hesitated, he heard the front door open behind him.

“May I help you?”

Slowly, he turned to face the woman standing in the doorway. Her eyes opened wider as she took in his height and build, but—oddly enough—she didn’t seem afraid.

Good. Very good. This was a human of substance.

“Yes, thank you. I believe you can help me. I am interested in this… place. What can you tell me about it?”

Carefully, he walked toward her. He gave her a small smile, reinforcing that he was not a threat. He had to close the distance so she could take in his scent. It did not work every time, but it could not hurt. He knew human women were often affected by his presence.

She frowned. “Well, you’re a bit late for the open house. Perhaps you could call my office tomorrow!”

He reached the doorway and leaned closer to the agent. “I understand. I am sure you are ready to leave. I know how tiring it can be to work so hard and not be appreciated for what you do. Believe me.”

She laughed. “Well, aren’t you the charmer? Yes, I am tired. But… are you serious about this? If so, I can stay a few minutes longer.”

He bowed, knowing the movement would cause his masculine scent to wash over her. “Oh, lovely lady, I am deadly serious. I have never been so serious in my very long life.”

Her eyes danced, and he felt the shift in her body. His heightened senses detected her heart beating more quickly. Her pupils dilated to take in his facial features. Her body language warmed and softened as she unconsciously leaned closer to him as well. Mmmm, she was tuned into his movements and seemed receptive. This encounter might be even more valuable than he had expected.

She stepped back into the home and moved to one side. “Well then, come inside. Let me give you a tour!”

Nodding, he stepped past her and reached for the door to close it behind him. “Wonderful! Thank you, kind lady. Perhaps we could start with the level below? I have plans for a space like that.”

She gave him a strange look, the corner of her mouth turning up in a tiny smile. “Oooookay… Well, that’s not where I usually start the tour. But for you? Sure, let’s go down to the basement.”

She moved away from him, walking to the door that led to the stairs below. He had studied females of many species for thousands of years, so he knew his eyes did not deceive him. Her hips swayed differently than before. Her body moved in that unmistakable manner that signaled she knew he was watching her from behind.

Maranihr ducked to clear the doorway and followed her downstairs. Despite his unnatural power, an unpleasant ripple surged through his stomach. He remembered this place. He remembered the damp smell and the feel of the chilled air. It was here they had summoned him into this world and enslaved his body in excruciating magical chains to bind him to this realm.

He hated feeling fear.

A brief wave of rage crested and washed over his immense form. Soon. Soon he would find them and destroy them all. But first, he needed the information locked within their fragile minds—skulls that would crumble beneath his powerful hands.

Meredith flipped on the lights and illuminated a recreation area that no longer looked like the previous basement. The space had changed drastically. A massive screen covered one wall, and a circular array of plush couches and chairs faced it. Behind them was a pool table, more tables and chairs, and a mirrored bar displaying dozens of bottles.

Maranihr frowned and closed his eyes. Inhaling deeply, he took in the faint scent of the original floor, walls, and moisture. The smell was barely there, but it was the same. Despite the changes, he knew this was the original site. But he could also tell that the men were gone—long gone. He could barely pick up traces of their scent—the bitter aroma of twisting power, arrogance, and fear that was layered just underneath their obscene ambitions.

The demon moved across the room and eased onto the large couch. It complained under his weight. He took a deep breath and sighed. “Yes, this will do. I am pleased with it.”

The realtor laughed. “Well, that was easy! So, you’re ready to sign on the dotted line, are you? Somehow, I doubt that.”

He patted the cushion next to him. “Perhaps. Here, join me. Tell me more about this place.”

She raised her eyebrows, but moved to the couch and sat next to him. “What would you like to know?”

“Where are the owners? Why are they not here?”

Meredith squinted at him. “Are you new to buying real estate? The owners are never here for showings. Besides, they no longer live in this neighborhood. Why would you want to see them, anyway?”

“I… have a way with people. I am sure there are truths about this place that only they know. I have many questions that only they can answer.”

She sighed. “Well, I could arrange communication with them if you want to ask your specific questions. But that won’t happen tonight, of course. Do you want to see more of the house, or are you ready to go?”

She started to rise from the couch, but Maranihr took her wrist gently and pulled her back down next to him. Leaning closer, he looked into her wide eyes and kissed her lips softly. Shocked, she pulled back a little. But then her pupils dilated as his magical cocktail of sensual chemicals took effect. A hunger came into her eyes, and she put her hand behind his head and pulled him against her mouth. Kissing him deeply and savagely, she moaned and growled with need.

The demon’s hand stroked her body as they kissed. Fingertips grazed the tips of her hard nipples as he explored her full breasts. He slid his large palm across her stomach, down to her skirt, and between her legs. She whimpered as his hands slid up under the hem, pushed her thighs apart, and discovered her moist heat. His fingertips traced her pussy lips in lazy circles as she panted and writhed on the couch.

Maranihr’s deep voice rumbled and echoed in the basement. “Mmmm, I feel your sweet heat. You want to give your pussy to me, don’t you?”

“Mm-hmm… I do. Take me. Make me yours!”

He chuckled. “Soon, little one, soon. I will fill you and make you one of my wives. You are worthy. But for now, give me your pretty mouth. I need it. Mmmm… show me how well you can worship my cock.”

Smiling, the realtor eagerly slid off the couch to kneel between the demon’s large legs. She reached for his waist to free him from his pants. He helped her with the cumbersome human clothing that he was forced to wear in this world. His immense cock bounced into the air in front of her face. With wide eyes, she grasped the thick base of his shaft and slowly stroked it.

Groaning, Maranihr slid his hand into her hair and behind her head. His need had been rising for hours and was now reaching an unbearable point. Without the release he craved, he feared he would lose control and frighten her. But she already knew what he wanted.

Pulling his cock closer, she leaned forward and licked him from base to throbbing tip. The slow, wet, sloppy strokes from her tongue made him glisten as her saliva dripped down the shaft. He moaned as she licked him harder and faster, pausing at the top to suck the swollen head into her mouth.

The incubus could no longer tolerate her teasing, so he pulled her down and thrust his cock into her hot mouth. She gagged and struggled a bit as he slid deeper between her lips and down her throat. Gulping, she took as much of him as she could and began bobbing up and down. He lifted his hips to time his thrusts with her sucking—fucking her wet mouth.

“Mmmphhh…” the woman mumbled around his shaft and moaned as she sucked him harder and faster. He felt the familiar rising crest of his orgasm building at the base of his spine. The tingling, swelling sensation filled his body with warm sparks. He let himself ride the wave as it pulsed with increasing intensity.

It wouldn’t be long now…

With a rumbling growl, Maranihr let go and allowed the orgasm to erupt and race through his body. His cock pulsed as hot cum erupted and flowed into Meredith’s slick mouth, spilling out and running down her chin. He continued thrusting and pushed deep into her throat so that she would swallow his seed. Filling her with his essence would strengthen their bond. She gagged and swallowed, taking as much of him as she could.

The release wasn’t enough. He needed more. Lifting her from his cock, he slid off the couch to rise to his feet. With his great strength, he easily lifted the woman into the air and turned her around to have her kneel on the cushions in front of him. With one hand, he slid her skirt above her waist and pulled her panties down with his other. He could smell her wet pussy, dripping with arousal and need.

It made him hungry…

Kneeling on the floor behind her, he leaned forward and began kissing and biting her round ass. She whimpered and pushed back against him. He grabbed her strong thighs to hold her in place as his tongue traced the cleft of her butt and slid lower. Probing with the tip, he slid his tongue into her tart pussy. She tasted so damn good.

His unnaturally long tongue was able to reach her swollen clit, which he circled and tapped with the tip. She moaned and twisted as he teased her with it. Pressing firmly, he traced circles around her clit and lightly dragged the tip of his tongue across it before moving up to lick her pussy again. He thrust his tongue inside her, over and over, then slid it out and teased her clit again. He could feel her body shuddering in response to his touch. She was close…

Maranihr pulled her back against his face so he could lick and suck her pussy harder. She wiggled, but he wouldn’t let her escape the fevered attention of his hot mouth. Her whimpering and moaning echoed in the dark basement. Suddenly, she shoved her ass back into his face as a quivering orgasm ripped through her body. She screamed and shuddered as the waves rippled and flowed like erotic electricity. He knew human women responded differently to him, and she was having an orgasm like never before in her life. No human male could ever give her what he was capable of doing.

She was his now. Forever.

He wanted to fill her with his cum again. But this time, he felt the overwhelming urge to breed her—to pump his seed deep into her human womb. It was an ancient, sensual dance that had transpired in this world for thousands of years. Their men would never satisfy them as fully as his kind could. Seducing their women wasn’t as challenging as it had been to win over his succubus. But they were still a delicious fruit he could not resist, even if they would never give him the offspring that Vianelle could.

Standing and grasping his thick cock in one hand, he pressed the slick, swollen head against her wet opening. His other large hand grasped her hips to hold her steady. Moaning, she wiggled her ass and arched her beautiful back for him. Thrusting forward, he buried himself deep inside, stretching her pussy with his thickness. She was so hot and wet… eager for more of him.

With both hands on her hips now, he pulled her back hard with each thrust so he could bury himself fully. Her body shook with the intensity of his hunger. But he had to keep his full strength in check. Only Vianelle could handle his power when he was unleashed completely.

He must find her. He needed her so badly.

With each thrust, he felt the familiar energy rising again. The slow swelling of erotic power was building and dancing up and down his spine. His insatiable appetite was a blessing and a curse. He was eternally capable of performing, but he was never completely satisfied. The more sex he had, the more he wanted. The more he filled his concubines with his essence, the more he wanted to fuck them again and again. He had learned the hard way that human women could not tolerate this. Hence his need to expand his harem.

He was close now… There was no reason to restrain himself any longer. She was already won. So, he permitted himself to relax and release. With one last deep plunge, he roared into the darkness and exploded. Hot cum pulsed into her slick pussy as he continued to pump deeper with his hunger to breed her. Pulling her hips back against him with each thrust, her curvy body shook as she absorbed his inhuman strength.

Gasping and panting, he held himself inside to recover. She was still beneath his massive form, and the ancient magical cocktail of the incubus flowed deep inside her womb. With every act, orgasm, and infusion of his seed, her bond with him grew stronger.

The demon dropped onto the couch next to her as she flipped over to join him. They were silent for a few minutes as their heart rates slowed. Then, she snuggled underneath his massive arm to cuddle up next to him.

His deep voice rumbled. “So, the sellers. I need to find them. You will help me now, correct?”

She nodded. “Of course. I know where their office is downtown. I have an access card because I frequently handle real estate transactions for them. It’s a bit strange for a home like this one, but the seller is a corporation. I’m not sure who the real people in power behind it are, though. But I’ll take you to where you can find them. Well, at least someone who works for them.”

“Good. Thank you. Let’s go now. One of my wives brought me here, so she can take us.”

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The demon awakened in the dark bedroom before sunrise. Stirring, he felt the two women snuggling closer on either side of his immense chest. Jenna whimpered and burrowed more deeply under his heavy arm. Michelle snored gently, her pretty mouth falling open—a mouth with which he had become intimately familiar.

The thought of what they had done the night before made his pulse quicken, and his cock lengthened and grew harder. Mmmm… if they did not wake up soon, he would need to rouse them to attend to his carnal needs.

Humans were such funny creatures.

He had forgotten what it was like to live with them for any extended time. This world had changed greatly, but the behavior of humanity really had not. Maranihr needed very little rest to recover, but the women seemed capable of sleeping for half of the hours that constituted a day in this world. It was mostly amusing, but it began to irritate him when he required their attention or needed them for his plans, like now.

His mind buzzed with a swirling chaos of visions and thoughts. His quest to find Vianelle burned most brightly. Her own summoning had ripped her from their world and out of his life. He was certain that the fresh mystical connection had enabled the dark ones to latch onto him more easily.

He had not felt the succubus’s presence when he emerged, roaring in pain and bound in their magical chains. So, either she had also escaped, or the sorcerers had secreted her away to another location far from his ability to detect her. He clenched his massive fists in frustration. How would he ever locate her in this vast world? The only clues might lie in the one place he didn’t feel ready to return to, yet: the site of his summoning.

Eventually, he would be prepared to deal directly with the sorcerers responsible, but he knew his power had not recovered fully. In his current state, their combined efforts would enslave him again—or worse. But once he regained his strength, he would find them and kill them all.

Still… there might be a way to get enough information to put him on Vianelle’s trail without alerting all of them. Maybe, just maybe. It was risky, but he did not know what else he could try.

Okay, that was that. He knew what had to be done.

However, he was finding it hard to focus, and he needed to take the edge off his anger before proceeding with the plan. His thick cock was now painfully erect—pulsing and tenting the blankets. He was always insatiable, but mornings were the most intense, and he required the attention of his concubines before he felt ready to face the day.

Carefully, he traced his powerful hands down their backs, stroked their warm skin, and massaged them deeply with his firm fingertips. Jenna groaned and arched in response to his touch, so he reached farther to glide his palm across her round ass. She pressed into him, her breath quickening as the demon’s scent awakened the primal part of her brain.

Michelle was too deep in her dreams to react much to Maranihr’s touch, but Jenna reached for his enormous cock. Lazily, she started squeezing and stroking his shaft, which made the demon emit a rumbling groan. His hips thrust into the air, timed with her hand’s sensuous rhythm. Lightly, she stroked to the end of his cock to tease and swirl her fingertips around the swollen head.

He glided his hand up her back and delicate neck, before sliding his thick fingers into her long hair. Gently, he moved her closer to his pulsing cock.

He growled. “Mmm, I need your mouth.”

Eagerly, Jenna kissed the length of his shaft and swirled the tip of her tongue around the engorged head. He lifted his hips and slid the tip into her open mouth. She began suckling him, letting it pop in and out of her wet lips. His rumbling moans encouraged her to take more, so she engulfed as much of his cock as she could. Wet sucking sounds echoed in their bedroom, and she began moaning and whimpering as she sucked him harder and deeper.

The sounds of pleasure and their movement on the bed finally awakened Michelle. She stirred and twisted to see what was happening. Her sleepy eyes widened as she watched Jenna deep-throating Maranihr.

“Hey! You started without me!”

Jenna giggled and mumbled around her mouthful of cock. “Mm-hmm… You snooze, you lose, sleepyhead.”

Despite the distraction of her hot mouth, the demon could not ignore what he had to do later. “Which of my beautiful brides knows how to use the conveyances in that chamber over there?” He gestured in the direction of the garage that lay beyond the bedroom wall.

“I do!” Jenna let his cock slide out of her mouth as she piped up and bounced with excitement.

Michelle frowned and slid closer to them. “I do, too! I’m sure I’m a better driver than she is.”

Maranihr laughed. “I don’t need both of you for this task. One of you should stay here to keep an eye on our new home.” He got up from the bed and stood before them with his slick erection bouncing in the air. “But how do I choose? Hmmm…”

“Pick the one that pleases you the most, which is probably me. Let me finish what I started!” Jenna scooted to the edge of the bed, leaned forward, and reached for his hips.

“You? I don’t think so. You can’t even take all of him!” Michelle reached out and began stroking the length of his pulsing shaft.

“A contest it shall be, then.” The demon placed a large hand on each woman’s head and moved closer to slide his throbbing cock between their faces. “Whoever makes me cum first shall be my driver.”

Jenna giggled and immediately engulfed the swollen head of his cock in one swift move. Gagging, she did her best to suck him deeper down her throat this time.

With a shriek, Michelle reached to push her head away. “Hey, that’s cheating!! Give me my turn!”

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“My seed? You really have a strange way of saying things. You never answered my question. Who are you? What are you doing out here by yourself doing things like this?”

Vianelle hesitated, then responded, “I am not from around here. I am… a visitor. I was exploring the forest and got lost. That is when I fo…

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“So, now you know how things once were. Men have forgotten us, and very few venture this deep into the forest in these times. They are too busy cutting and burning to spread their dead city farther and farther into our world.” The dryad sighed and looked into the distance.

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She was starving.

It had been days since she had last fed in Callum’s cabin. Initially, she was angry that he had trapped her. However, much to her surprise, he treated her well and fed her often, thanks to a little of her seductive encouragement. Beneath his gruff exterior, she discovered he was actually one of the fe…

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He woke the next morning to bright sunlight streaming through the dusty bedroom window. Getting up and peering outside, he saw the storm clouds had cleared, leaving behind a brilliant blue sky. The sparkling snow all around the building almost blinded him with its reflected intensity.

After dressing and draping his coat over one arm, he walked down the hall to the staircase. No one appeared to be around.

He descended to the first floor and explored the classrooms, which were filled with warm sunlight beaming through windows. But they were all empty. What the hell was going on?

He shouted, "Hey! Is anyone there?" His voice echoed down the dark hallway as he waited for a response that never came. It was so strangely quiet.

He continued searching until he reached the library again. But it was empty, too. The fireplace was cold, with a bed of gray ashes. The stack of books on the table looked untouched.

Walking back to the main entrance, he pulled on his coat to step outside. He waded through the deep snow, peering into the dark windows of the other buildings. Pulling on various door handles, he found everything locked. Where were they? Where did everyone go?

As he stood there and slowly turned to face each building, a four-wheel-drive police vehicle churned through the thick drifts in the main driveway and crawled to a stop nearby. A sheriff got out and started walking toward him.

“Well! I'm glad to see you’re okay! I found a car off the road a mile back, but no one was in it. So, I thought maybe the driver had found his way to some shelter. Looks like you did!”

The professor blinked and stared at him for a second before stammering a response. “Y-yes. Thank you. I’ve been safe here. But, it’s so strange! When I woke up today, everyone was missing. I’ve looked everywhere, but I can’t find the dean or any of the students!”

The sheriff frowned at him. “What are you talking about? There shouldn’t be anyone else here.”

The professor's brow wrinkled with confusion. “Huh? What do you mean? Of course there are other people here! They’ve been here the entire time! I met them when I found my way here yesterday. I even taught a class to some students! I’m telling you, this building was full, but now I can’t find them. Any of them!”

The sheriff narrowed his eyes and scanned him from head to toe. “I think we need to get you to a hospital. I’m pretty sure you got a concussion when your car slid off the road. This college has been abandoned for years. There have been no faculty or students here in a very long time. Not since…” He stopped and looked away at the buildings.

“Since what?”

The sheriff took a deep breath and looked back at him. “Since the killings. You never heard about that? Dozens of people died. It happened during a blizzard just like this one. We never figured out who did it. But that was it for the school. They closed down, and it’s been empty ever since.”

William stared at him, breathing quietly for a few minutes with his breath pluming into the freezing air. He turned back toward the building behind him, staring and hoping for some sign that he wasn’t losing his mind. Then, his shoulders slumped with resignation. He turned back to the sheriff with a confused expression on his face.

“Well, I’m telling you they were here! I talked with them. We spent time together. She… she was real! We… we…” His words fumbled to a halt, and he stopped speaking.

“You what? Who in the hell are you talking about?”

William closed his eyes and let a slow, steaming breath out. “You have to believe me. Come with me. Help me find them!”

The sheriff’s face hardened. “You’re being ridiculous. There’s no one here. Trust me. Let’s go.” He turned back to the vehicle.

“Wait, please! Won’t you at least take a look inside? What if I’m right? Maybe they aren’t supposed to be here, but they are. Please, just look inside with me!”

The sheriff hesitated, then twisted back toward him. “Fine, Mr.… whoever you are. If we take a look for a few minutes, will you leave with me after that? I’m getting tired of this game.”

“It’s no game, I swear.” William walked toward the building, then turned back to the man. “Umm… quick question. You wouldn’t happen to have anything to eat, would you? I’m starving. I can’t remember the last time I had something to eat.”

Rolling his eyes, the sheriff returned to his vehicle, rummaged around in the front seat, and came back. He handed William a granola bar. “Here. You can have this. It’s all I have.”

Grateful, the professor tore open the wrapper and devoured the bar as they walked back to the entrance. Stuffing the wrapper into his pocket, he reached for the door handle.

The sheriff blocked him with his hand. “Wait. Let me go first, just in case. This door should be locked, anyway.”

He turned the handle and pushed. The large door swung back into the building. “Well, shit. At least you weren’t lying about this. I don’t understand. This place should be locked up. Looks like someone has been tampering with things. Get behind me.”

They entered the dim hallway and started exploring the rooms. It was the same as before. Completely silent. No one around. The only sounds in the building were their echoing footsteps and breathing.

They continued down the long hallway until they reached the library. The sheriff slid a flashlight from his belt and bounced the beam off the wooden bookshelves and into the dim corners of the large room. Nothing. Making their way over to the fireplace, he glanced inside.

“Did you make a fire in here last night?”

“I didn’t, but someone did. It was already burning when I came into the room.”

The sheriff glanced at him. “Uh-huh. One of the mystery people must have gotten it going, right?”

William’s face clouded. “I’m not crazy. People were here yesterday. Maybe they slipped away this morning and hid when they saw you pulling up. I don’t know, and I don’t know why. But they aren’t a figment of my imagination.”

Sighing, the sheriff turned away and walked back toward the hall. “Fine, let’s look around upstairs and see if there are any signs of squatters. That does happen sometimes back in these woods if people leave their cabins unattended for too long.”

The professor shook his head. “They sure as hell didn’t look like squatters to me. But I agree. Let’s check upstairs. I only looked in a few of the rooms up on the second floor.”

The men made their way to the second floor and checked every room. Then, finding the stairs to the third floor, they explored those rooms as well. This floor was even dustier than the other one. The rooms looked as if they had been undisturbed for a very long time.

“Happy now?”

William clenched his jaw, but nodded. “Yeah. Thank you. I don’t get it. I really don’t. There were students here yesterday. They must have taken off.”

“Fine, let’s go with that story. But now it’s time to go. Agreed?” The sheriff didn’t wait for his answer as he walked down the stairs to make his way back outside.

“I’ll come back later to chain these doors up. This place shouldn’t be open. I don’t know why they don’t just tear it all down. No one will ever come back here again.”

They walked toward the vehicle, and William moved to the passenger side to get in. He slid into the seat, buckled up, and gave the building one last hopeful look. However, only the dark, empty windows met his gaze.

Silently, the abandoned buildings watched as they drove away into the distance and disappeared behind the thick, snow-laden trees. A lone figure in a high window raised a hand to the cold glass, then slowly faded back into the darkness behind her.

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After the students left the classroom, he turned to the board and erased it clean. He draped his coat over one arm and wandered down the dusky hallways. Strangely, all the classrooms he discovered were empty. No students to be found. No other professors. Perhaps they had quit early for the day because of the storm.

Eventually, he found his way to a large kitchen. It was empty, too. He rummaged through the cabinets and found mostly cans and a few boxes here and there. Fully stocked kitchen, huh? Right… Opening a box of crackers, he stuffed a few in his mouth before spitting them back out again into his hand. Stale. Sighing, he tossed the box into a nearby trash can before walking back out into the hallway.

Turning this way and that, he explored the rest of the floor and found the massive library the dean had mentioned. Well, at least he had been truthful about this perk. A warm fire glowed in a large fireplace at one end of the room. Two leather armchairs were arranged in front of it, with a stack of books on a small table between them.

William walked across the room, tossed his coat across one chair, and sat in the other. A weary sigh escaped his lips as the fire warmed him. Looking at the table, he plucked a book from the top of the pile and peered at the title.

Hemingway. Well, well. It looked like he had made an impression on someone. At least they were bothering to read the book now. He flipped through the pages and inhaled the delightful scent of the old paper. Mmmm, nothing quite like it.

A wave of fatigue hit him, causing his eyelids to droop suddenly. The soft crackle of the burning logs and the firelight dancing gently across the bookshelves lulled him to sleep. His heavy head dropped, and it startled him back awake. The stress of the day had sapped his energy. Time to find that bedroom the dean had mentioned. Funny… he hadn’t told him where to find it. Or him, for that matter.

He grabbed his coat and left the library. Wandering back down the hall, he found stairs leading up to the next floor. He assumed he would find the sleeping quarters somewhere up there or on the third floor. The light was growing dim, so he found it challenging to explore the rooms. The power must still be out. That damn snowstorm…

Knocking on the first door, he waited a second and opened it carefully. He poked his head inside and found the room empty. A small bed was tucked up against the wall and neatly made with a thick blanket on top. The room seemed unoccupied, since there were no belongings on the tiny desk or clothing in the closet. Well, this would do.

He hung up his coat and got undressed. Placing his clothing over the wooden chair, he crossed the room and slid under the blankets. It was a little chilly at first, but he soon warmed up. His eyelids fluttered, and his breathing slowed and deepened. Soon, he drifted off to sleep.

He dozed fitfully, tossing and turning. Heart racing and breath panting. Wild and unfamiliar dreams raced through his mind. In them, he prowled the halls of the building, desperately trying to find the other professors. The dean. Any of the students. But he was alone in the echoing halls and dark rooms.

Panicked, his dreaming self found its way to the warm safety of the library. It was just as it had been earlier. The armchairs were arranged in front of the glowing fireplace. Warm. Safe. Familiar. He walked over and sank into one seat. Leaning back, he draped his arm over his eyes and tried to calm down.

Suddenly, he felt a tentative touch on his legs, which startled him. Pushing back into the soft chair, he tried to escape, but saw who it was and relaxed. The young woman from his earlier class knelt on the floor in front of him, her hands resting on his thighs.

Placing a finger against her full lips, she whispered, “Shhh, it’s okay. You’re safe here with me.”

He started to respond, but she smiled and shook her head. Reaching for his belt, she unbuckled it, unzipped his pants, and hooked her fingertips into his underwear so she could slide them down his thighs. His cock pulsed with hot blood and sprang into the air in front of her.

He blocked her with his outstretched hands. “You can’t… Ummm, we can’t do this. You’re a student! You’re too young.”

She laughed. “I’m not as young as you think. Don’t worry, I’m old enough for this. And no one else has to know about it. It will be our secret, okay?”

His confused, sleeping mind accepted her explanation, but was most likely influenced by the throbbing head of his cock and the swelling shaft she started slowly stroking. She looked into his eyes as she pulled it forward to place the head against her cool lips. The tiny tip of her tongue circled him and traced the length of his shaft, before returning to the head and slowly taking him into her mouth. Licking and tasting him, she leaned down to take his girth into her mouth as his achingly hard cock slid down her throat.

He groaned and arched his back with pleasure. It was so wrong, but he couldn’t stop now. He wanted her to suck him harder. Thrusting his hips into the air, he pumped his cock into her mouth as she slurped and sucked with hunger.

Soon, a tingling pressure wave began rising and pulsing deep inside him. Ripples of ecstasy tingled across his warm skin. Breathing harder, he panted, "I'm… going to… cum!"

She plunged downward and engulfed the full length of his rock-hard cock. Gulping him deep into her throat, she swallowed as her tongue lapped underneath the thick shaft. With a growling moan, his cock erupted and warm spurts of cum pulsed down her throat and flooded up into her eager mouth. He continued lifting his hips and thrusting into her throat as the final throbs faded.

The shock of the intense orgasm awakened him, and he blinked with confusion in the darkness of the unfamiliar room. What a crazy dream! It had felt so real.

However, the pressure on his legs was still there. He also felt sticky cum drizzling down the shaft of his cock and a hand gently stroking and squeezing him to milk the last drops free from the swollen head.

"What the fuck?!?"

William pushed himself up and away and grabbed for the sheets to cover himself. A tiny giggle emanated from the darkness at the foot.

"Did you enjoy that? I sure did. I wanted to do that to you as soon as I saw you."

The student from the classroom… He recognized her voice.

"We can't do this! You shouldn't be here! You're a student. This is inappropriate!"

"No one will ever find out. And I doubt anyone would care. We do whatever we want here. There are no rules anymore.” She tilted her head and paused before asking, “Didn't you enjoy it? Didn't my mouth feel good?"

He let out an exasperated sigh. "Ummm, yes. It was incredible. But that's not the point. I just can't do this. And you shouldn't be here. I'm not familiar with the rules here, but they are very strict at my college. I could lose my job!"

She was silent for a moment. Then, her soft, sad words reached his ears as she slipped off the bed and turned away. "Your choice, of course. But you could stay here with us. Teach us. And our rules are different. You could have my mouth every night. You could have all of me. Forever. I'd be so good for you."

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I hear you. And this was… amazing. But can we talk about this tomorrow? I think we both need some time to clear our heads and think more rationally."

He felt her slipping away across the room. "Tomorrow. Or never. You'll make your choice and have to live with that for the rest of your life. I shouldn't have expected you to choose me. Your kind never does. Go back to sleep, Professor. Try to forget me."

She was gone. Now that the pleasure had faded, only guilt remained. It wasn't like he had initiated this encounter. He hadn’t even been awake! But she was a student, and they would still hold him responsible for it.

However, William already regretted how he had managed the encounter. His reaction clearly hurt her, and he could have handled it better. He wished things could be different. She had to understand that! But it was impossible.

Well, he would try to explain it to her again tomorrow, once he had a clear head and could find better words. Pulling the blankets up under his chin, he turned onto his side and tried to fall asleep again.

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“We’re in a dead zone here, Professor Jacobson. You’ll have to be patient.”

The younger man glared at his phone in frustration, holding it up and turning in a circle as fat snowflakes melted on his upturned face. Finally, loudly exhaling, he pushed the phone back into his pocket.

“How long?”

The dean wrinkled his brow. “How long what?”

“How long will it be until I can get my car towed out of that ditch? When will someone come by here? When will the phone lines be repaired?”

The older man shrugged. “It depends. We never know. This storm is pretty bad, though. It could be several days, or maybe even weeks. That’s happened before.”

Squeezing his eyes shut, he took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Great. So, what am I supposed to do until then?”

“There are worse places to be trapped. We’ll give you a nice room with a comfy bed. Our kitchen is fully stocked. The library has thousands of excellent books, a cozy fire, and lovely armchairs. And you get to do what you do best!”

Dr. Jacobson grunted. “What’s that?”

“Teach, of course! We’re always hungry for fresh blood. I think you’ll find that our students will welcome a professor a bit closer to their generation. They complain eternally that the rest of us are woefully out of touch.”

William lowered his head in resignation. “Yes, that I can do. It will keep me occupied, at least. Okay, I’ll teach. When? Where?”

Dean Jackson beamed at him through a bushy white beard. “Wonderful! The students will be thrilled! No time like the present. Let me show you to a classroom so you can settle in. I’ll round up some students and bring them to meet you within the hour!”

Left alone in the classroom, William slid his heavy coat off and hung it on a hook near the doorway. The room was smaller than he was used to lecturing in on other campuses, but it made it seem cozier with the soft glow from the windows. The blizzard was still blustering outside, so he turned his attention to the front of the room. A blackboard. Wow, this campus was definitely old-school. He found a small piece of chalk and wrote his name with a few notes underneath it on the board.

A slight sound from behind made him turn toward the doorway. Quietly, the college students filed into the room. They seemed intrigued by his presence. Curious eyes watched him as they moved across the room and took their seats. This had to be the most polite class he had taught in years… maybe ever!

“Well, as I’m sure the dean explained, my car got stuck out on the road in this weather. So, apparently, I’m your new professor here until I can be rescued! Lucky me. And lucky you. Let’s make the best of it, okay?”

They responded with shy smiles. A few heads nodded silently. William shrugged and continued.

“I’m Professor Jacobson, and I teach literature at Western Hills College in Coldwater. Heard of it?”

Blank stares answered his question. He chuckled. “Well, I’m not surprised. It’s not exactly a top destination for young students like yourselves. But, then again, it doesn’t look like this place is, either. I never even knew it existed! You are certainly tucked away back here.”

No response. Okay, fine…

“Well, let’s get started. How many of you have read ‘Big Two-Hearted River’ by Hemingway?”

Half of the class raised their hands tentatively. What a shy bunch!

“Okay, well. Let’s work with what we have. I have a question for you. Why do you think Hemingway’s language in this story was so simplistic? I’m sure you noticed the short sentences and simple descriptions of mundane activities. Why did he do that?”

He scanned the room, looking for a spark of interest. Most of the students simply observed him, seeming to watch his every move as he paced back and forth at the front of the room. Finally, a young man raised his hand.

“Yes? You.” William pointed in his direction.

“Because he was an old human losing his mind?”

That got a response. A few of the other students laughed, but most were silent.

The professor rolled his eyes. “Yes, he was ancient like me. That must be it. Anyone else?”

A young woman in the back raised her hand. “It made sense to me. He was recovering from the horrors of war. Focusing on simple, good things kept his mind happy and busy. He was doing everything he could to keep the terrible memories from surfacing. I understand that.”

William grinned at her. “Very good! Exactly. Hemingway had experienced war himself at a young age. Only 19! So, he knew what it was like to return to the normal world to heal after it was over. He was trying to portray the tight leash the young man was keeping on his mind. By focusing on the experiences of the simple moments of daily life, he kept the demons at bay.”

The pretty girl returned his grin with a shy smile and a nod. Well, at least one of these students showed some promise. He continued his lecture for the rest of the hour, stealing glances at his new prize pupil now and again.

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But not the usual despair

The hint of autumn winds

Rustling fragile red leaves

Knowing they will soon fall

Crunching beneath our feet

As we wander dim paths

And feel delightful shivers

With unseen eyes watching

From abandoned houses

And forgotten graves

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