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Where in the hell was that annoying little demon?

Callum explored the dense forest in slowly expanding circles. But so far, his search pattern had been fruitless. Either the succubus was getting better at leaving no trace, or the old wizard was getting worse at tracking. He shook his head in frustration. Perhaps it was a little of both.

Eventually, he came across the well-traveled trail he knew ended up at the nearby village. The outdoorsy ones often came this way to camp in the forest or fish in a small lake a few miles away. He suspected she might have risked this path to find a man for her salacious need to feed so frequently. After what she had experienced before, it would be dangerous to return there. But he knew how reckless she became when her hunger increased.

About an hour later, he stood at the edge of the forest and looked down on the town below. Sighing, he gazed upon the ugly sprawl. With each passing year, the cookie-cutter homes crept closer and closer. Meadows had disappeared under cold, gray concrete. Bulldozers belching black smoke had devoured old-growth forests. The inevitable march of their civilized progress threatened the old world he had enjoyed for centuries.

He sighed with sadness, and his weary shoulders dropped. He had no desire to venture farther, but he needed an answer. Had she come this way or not? Reluctantly, he decided it was time to pay the price and find out.

Reaching into his robe, he brought out a tiny bottle. Vianelle didn’t know, but he had been collecting something from her for weeks. Between the succubus and Jessica, his small cabin was swimming in female hair. They shed everywhere! Finally, that annoyance would come in handy.

Carefully, the wizard extracted a single strand and wound it around one fingertip slowly. Bringing it to his lips, he whispered an incantation and drew the seeking symbols with his other hand in the air between him and the village. He felt a soft tug inside his chest as precious magical energy flowed down his outstretched arms.

Suddenly, the hair blazed with an incandescent glow, then dimmed to a subtle pulsing red. He pivoted and pointed his finger toward the far horizon beyond the buildings below.

No, she wasn’t in the village. His hunch was wrong. She had not come this way at all.

Turning back to the forest, the coiled dark hair pulsed with a bright blue glow and renewed intensity. As he slowed his movements to dial the spell in with more precision, it blazed more. Ah, there she was. If he wasn’t mistaken, he now knew exactly where she had gone.

Shit…

He shook his head and unwound the hair to slide it back into the bottle. That damn demon… She had better not have harmed her. The dryad was an innocent soul who didn’t deserve to be caught up in this jealous drama.

It was almost noon by the time he reached the small meadow surrounded by old-growth apple trees. The most luscious one stood on the far side, its curvy branches reaching out, hanging heavy with ripe red fruit. He knew it well, and he also knew she would be there. She was always there because she could be nowhere else.

Callum reached the tree and looked up into the thick boughs above. “I know you’re there. And I know you know I am here.”

A pouting green face peeked through the leaves. She stuck her tongue out at him. “So what if I do?”

He sighed. “Can you come down here and talk with me?”

“Why? Why should I bother? You rarely visit me anymore. I don’t think I owe you any more favors.”

He shook his head. “I’m not asking for a favor. I just want to talk.”

She frowned. “Of course you aren’t. You have her now. She gives you all the special favors you need, doesn’t she? I know things.”

The wizard squinted up at her. “You know what things? Who in the hell are you talking about?”

“Her. Them. Both of them, I guess. The witch and the demon. How nice that you have choices, unlike me.”

More drama. There was always more drama. He attracted it like bees are drawn to a field of wildflowers. Or the soft blossoms of an apple tree, for that matter.

“I didn’t ask for this situation, as you are well aware. You know how this came to be. What would you have me do? Move my cabin here so we could spend more time together?”

The dryad slid down the trunk and landed on the soft grass in front of him with a beaming smile on her pretty face. “Why not? You could do that, you know. I would make you so happy. You know that is true. I am better than those two dark ones.”

With a rueful smile, Callum answered her, “You know why I can’t. Way too many humans pass through your meadow. Hell, they even climb your branches and eat your apples! I can’t be anywhere near them.”

Chrysophelia gave him a sly smile. “That is true. Many strong young men come this way. Maybe I should ask one of them to stay with me? Oh, wait. They are too busy being pursued by your new demon girlfriend.”

He peered into her green eyes. “Ah, so she was here. What do you mean by that? Is she in danger? You know how men can be.”

The dryad looked away, then suddenly became engrossed with her fingernails. She examined and stroked them. “Yeah, I know. But he seemed kind. And I think she really, really liked him. They might even be married by now. Sooo… yeah. I think she’s over you.”

The wizard snorted. “Over me? I wish. I dream of that one returning to her world, so I could go back to a life of peace and quiet without so many demanding females in my life.” He glanced at the handful of trails leaving the meadow. “Which path did they take?”

She pursed her lips and appeared to think about her answer for a few seconds. “I know where they went. But my answer comes with a price.”

The old man rolled his eyes. “Of course it does. Name it, then.”

The pretty dryad looked up into the blue sky and thought for a moment, then met his gaze. “I already knew you wouldn’t move here. Of course, you would not choose me. Right? But I am hungry for the touch of a man. It has been so long. Please me, and I may give you the answer you seek.”

He sighed. How much more time would be lost with these silly games? But it was too soon to evoke the seeking spell again. Fine. He would play along. There were worse ways to get the answer he needed.

“Okay, fine. What do you want?”

The dryad grinned and bounced up and down. “All of it. All of you. I never know when you will be back, so make it good, wizard. Make it very good, so I will have memories for years!”

Despite his annoyance, he felt himself stirring. Chrysophelia was beautiful and curvy in all the most delightful ways. They had a history, and he had his own memories of their times in this lush meadow under the summer stars. The evening breeze would caress their fevered skin, making the nearby wildflowers dance as the wind bathed them in the fragrant scent of the tiny apple blossoms overhead. In a different time—a different life—he would have happily spent the rest of his life here with her.

She slumbered during the long winter months, so he only came to visit when he knew she was awake and able to spend time with him. Their moments together during those sweet, warm evenings were a pleasure that few men had ever experienced. However, with the press of stifling civilization, these encounters became increasingly rare. One day, they would disappear entirely. What a sad and sterile world this was becoming…

Smiling gently, he reached for her and stroked her soft, fuzzy cheek. She leaned into him and twisted to kiss his palm with her hot, wet mouth. His cock pulsed with a surge of heat and rose into the air between them. Reaching down, she felt him growing hard and began stroking his thickness through his robe.

“I knew you still wanted me.”

He laughed. “Of course I do. I always desire you. If things were different…”

She placed a soft finger on his lips. “Shhh… I know. They are what they are. Let’s have this moment. Who knows what our future holds?”

Reaching up, she placed her small hand behind his neck and pulled him down to kiss her. Hungrily, his lips found hers. She tasted like the essence of ripe apples—sweet, with a tart bite. Her mouth was always a delicious fruit he wished he could have forever. Their kisses lingered as his large hands traced a path from her long, green hair, down her back, and across her swelling ass. He squeezed her luscious curves and gave her a couple of light spanks that made her ass jiggle.

“I think you’re even curvier than the last time I was here.”

She chuckled. “Of course I am, you silly human. The fall harvest is soon upon us. My apples are swelling with ripe juices, and so am I. Feast upon me, and enjoy my bounty.”

Callum placed his hands on her slim shoulders and helped her lower to the soft moss and grasses underneath her tree. He kissed her again, then moved his mouth to her silky neck. Tasting her skin and biting her gently, she moaned and arched her back to press her warm body into him. His hot tongue trailed lower and moved between her small, firm breasts. The dark green nipples hardened and thrust into the cool air in the shade of her apple tree. His mouth closed over them, sucking hard and biting them gently. She gasped and pulled his head against her with urgent hunger.

He knew how much she always loved this. As he continued to explore her breasts with his mouth, his warm hand slid down her taut stomach and between her exquisite thighs. She was already slick with need, so his fingers glided easily between her soft lips and found her hot entrance.

Sliding a finger inside her, he suckled her nipples and began teasing her in the ways he knew she craved. Circling her swollen clit, sliding between her slippery folds, and carefully pressing deeper inside her wet heat. Over and over again…

Moaning, she threw her head back and pressed into his hand. “More… I want all of you. Make me remember…”

The wizard let her hard nipple slide out of his mouth as he began kissing his way between her round breasts, down her body, and closer to her wet heat. With the tip of his tongue, he teased her—tracing the edge of her lips, circling her firm clit, and sliding into her pussy. Gasping, the dryad pulled his head against her treasure. Her legs wrapped around him and held him tight with surprising strength. In moments like this, Callum was reminded that he was not making love to a normal woman. With a twinge of shame, he realized this turned him on even more.

His thick cock pulsed with need as he licked her harder, sucking her clit between his lips and feeling it throb in his mouth. Slowly, he eased another finger inside her slick pussy and began thrusting as he teased her clit with his tongue. She squirmed and twisted, yet pulled him against her even harder.

He knew she was close…

With a soft cry and a thrust of her round hips, Chrysophelia exploded in a shaking orgasm. He felt her pussy squeeze and release his finger, over and over again, but he continued. She needed more. Always more. Now it was his turn to hold her against his hungry mouth as she twisted and tried to escape. He continued to lick and suck until she screamed with the eruption of a second orgasm, much larger than the first. Then, her slim green body collapsed underneath him, her stomach heaving as she panted to recover and pushed his head away.

“That’s my girl.”

The wizard smiled as he looked down upon her angelic face, which was flushed an even deeper green. Her luscious form slowly arched and twisted, inviting his touch again. Rising to his knees, he traced her with the warm fingertips of one hand as he lifted his thick, throbbing cock and teased her wet entrance with the swollen head. Circling, pressing a little into her, and pulling back out.

“Stop that, you tease! I want all of you. Make love to me now!”

Easing between her legs, he slowly pushed his hard cock into her a few inches, back out again, and then deeper. He took his time to enjoy the exquisite feeling of her slippery heat as she accepted more of him. Finally, he thrust and buried himself completely. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held him there.

She looked deep into his eyes and whispered, “What would happen if you gave me a baby? Would you stay then?”

“You know I would. But you also know that can never happen, no matter how much you and I might dream of it.” A tiny, sad smile twisted the corner of his mouth.

She knew, but it was a little game she enjoyed—dreaming of carrying his child and being a normal woman with an ordinary life. Unfortunately, that would never happen. Her “children” grew upon her branches every year. Few ventured far enough away to grow into full trees, but it happened occasionally. Their connection was strong, but she knew it was not the same as carrying and raising a human child.

The thought of her creating life from his seed excited him in ways he didn’t fully understand. He began thrusting vigorously into her, his thick cock swelling and filling her completely. She nestled into his neck and bit him as he fucked her harder and deeper. Both were hungry with this need for connection—any connection—that would let them forget their other lives and exist in this moment together.

Callum felt a rippling, twisting, electric tingle building at the base of his spine. He could no longer hold back what was coming. The shivering sensation danced up his back and made the hair on his arms stand up with the intensity of its erotic charge. With a growl, he allowed himself to release. A sparking surge exploded from his cock as he pumped his hot cum deep inside her inhuman womb. He continued thrusting as the orgasm pulsed and his essence filled her. She felt the liquid heat and panted with a satisfied smile on her green face.

“Mmm, that’s my man. Give it all to me. Make me yours!”

Within a few seconds, the throbbing slowed and stopped, but he remained inside her. He leaned down, kissed her, and nestled against her neck. Her scent was warm, sweet, and exquisite.

Grunting, she laughed. “Okay, you massive human. I can’t hold you on top of me for very long!”

Sliding out, he dropped onto the soft moss next to her and reached for her hand. The sun was dropping lower in the sky, with dancing beams scattering through the thick branches above. The sunset would arrive soon.

He sighed. “Well, I guess you knew I wouldn’t want to explore the forest at night, didn’t you?”

She acted shocked. “Me? How would I know that? You are a big, brave, and powerful wizard! No one would dare to come close to you, even in the darkness.”

“Ha ha. Aren’t you the funniest dryad who ever lived? Some would indeed dare. They would suffer the consequences, of course. But I’m sure they could hurt me before I destroyed them. Would that make you happy? To see me hurt?”

Her small mouth turned down in a frown. “You know I would never want anyone to hurt you. I just want you to stay with me; that is all. This season will be over soon, and I will disappear under the cold snow for so very long. Another night under the stars with you is all I wanted.”

He lifted himself onto his side and traced her soft face. “I know, and I understand. I’m sure she is okay. She’s probably quite busy tonight, which is fine with me. Maybe I will be free of her.”

“You won’t be. I am sorry, but I can tell when someone is bonded to you. I should know. But yes, I think she will be safe tonight. Search for her again tomorrow.”

The wizard fell back next to her and looked up at the stars. She was right. He could renew his hunt tomorrow, when it was safer and easier to track her. There was no need to press forward into potential danger tonight.

He wished it could be different. He dreamed of a normal life with someone like the dryad. But that wasn’t the path he had chosen centuries ago. Whether he wanted it or not, he was involved in this ancient conflict. One way or another, it would come to an end. One outcome might find him back in this meadow forever. Another might find him in the cold ground all too soon.

Only time would tell…

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Sunlight peeked through the curtains on the cabin windows and awakened the old wizard. He wished he could sleep in, but it never happened. His internal clock aligned with the daylight hours. So, when the sun rose, so did he.

Gently, he slipped out of bed so the slumbering witch wouldn’t stir. He knew she thought he was a selfish, terrible human being. But she had no idea how often he thought of her—and her needs. Jessica’s gentle snores continued as he walked across the room to grab a bite of something to eat from a wooden shelf next to the kitchen window.

He glanced around the small room. Hmmm… strange. Where was Vianelle?

The succubus had been in bed with them last night as they fell asleep. But now she was gone. There was no place to hide in the tiny cabin, so maybe she had awakened earlier and gone outside.

Munching on the snack, he eased the door open and slipped out to stand on the tiny porch. Sunlight streamed through the thick branches of the surrounding pine trees, and the twittering birdsong reassured him it was safe. They always vanished when something dark entered his forest. He had experienced that recently.

However, the small demon was nowhere to be found. He considered a seeking spell, but decided that spending energy on that now was pointless. She may have wandered away, but she would return. He had what she needed, right? The nearest human male had to be so far away that she wouldn’t have bothered to venture there.

Well, at least he hoped that was true.

What the hell was that nagging thought? He didn’t like the feeling that was buzzing at the back of his brain. How could he care about the succubus? Why would it bother him if she strayed and found a new man to latch onto? It made little sense, yet the subtle feeling persisted. Dammit…

Sighing, he turned away to ease back inside. Carefully closing the door behind him, he jumped when Jessica’s sleepy voice emerged from the pile of blankets on his bed.

“Looking for your girlfriend?”

He frowned and shook his head. “Oh, fuck off. She’s not my girlfriend. I just don’t think it’s wise to let her wander away and get into trouble. We don’t want to attract more attention from the damn mouth-breathers in that fucking village.”

Jessica chuckled. “Sure, old man. Tell yourself that. I think you’re in loooooove!”

He snorted. “Love? I haven’t been in love in a very long time. And I certainly wouldn’t be stupid enough to fall in love with a demon. Or a nasty little witch, for that matter.”

“Oh, I see. I’m good enough to fuck, but not good enough for your love. Got it.” She slipped out of bed and started to get dressed.

“You know what I mean. Don’t be stupid.”

“Ah, so now I’m stupid and unlovable. Cool…”

He sighed and stared at the ceiling. Why did women like this always end up in his life? “I didn’t say that! You know what I mean. You’re too young to be tied up with someone like me, anyway. A woman like you deserves someone closer to your age.”

The younger witch rolled her eyes. “Right. My age. Because the men my age are so damn amazing. Okay… I gotta get going. How do things look outside?”

He knew she was a little jumpy since the Fae had attacked them here several weeks ago. His quiet forest no longer felt as tucked away and safe as it had before. He had driven them off with the surprising help from the trees. But they both knew things were more precarious now.

“It feels… safe. For now, at least. You should be able to take the trail.”

“Good. I don’t want to be here anymore. And I have a lot of work to do before the week begins. See ya!”

She shouldered her backpack and walked toward the door. Callum reached across to block her. She exhaled and closed her eyes.

“Why don’t you stay for today? There’s no rush. I can make you breakfast, and maybe we could…” He gave her a knowing look and a grin.

“Uh, huh. You are one horny old dog, I’ll give you that. Sorry, I need to get back and prepare for my classes this week. I have a real job, remember? Not all of us can hide away in a forest and forget our responsibilities.”

His face clouded. “Hiding? You think I’m hiding from my responsibilities? You have no idea, girl. Go back to your city then. I have important work to do here. Not some stupid, civilized career teaching idiotic humans how to become mindless drones in that clueless world of yours.”

She raised her eyebrows, shook her head, and turned away. “Yeah, okay. Fuck you, too. Bye.”

Sighing, he moved away and let her open the door. She always knew how to push his buttons. But he also always fucked up and said the wrong things. They were constantly being pulled into each other’s orbits, then spinning back out again. Over and over.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Be careful, okay? I know you hate me, but I do worry about you. Not that you would ever believe that.”

“Sure. Good talk, bro. I gotta go.”

The pretty witch slipped away and left before he could respond. He stepped back outside to watch her leave, half hoping she would turn around and come back. But, of course, she did not. The young woman was so damn stubborn.

Again, why did he attract the ones like this? He seemed to be cursed.

Callum went back inside and closed the door behind him. The idea of waiting around for Vianelle to return suddenly felt unacceptable. He knew the kind of trouble she could get into, if left alone for too long. The chaos she had caused during her summoning had taken weeks to dissipate. None of them could afford to have that happen again if she went hunting for her peculiar, favored meal.

He slipped into his old robe and grabbed a few supplies. Finding her wouldn’t be easy, but he had a few ideas of where she might have gone.

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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.

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Callum noticed her playing, and it made him thrust faster into Vianelle’s mouth. He groaned and pushed deep, pulling the succubus against him so that his cock slid deep down her throat. His body convulsed with an orgasm that raced up and down his spine. Hot cum sp…

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What Jessica failed to mention was the twist in her bargain with the private investigator. He had only agreed to be possessed by William if she agreed to be possessed by Michael’s dead fiancée. But there was no need to share this with the old wizard. She knew he …

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It should be safe by now, right? They wouldn’t dare attack her in the daylight, would they? Besides, she was certain—well, almost certain—that he had survived and forced them to leave the forest. There was only one way to find out.

She stared through the side windows at the dark trees pressing close against her car. Every…

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Continuing their search, Mike and Hannah explored the far end of the dark hallway. The final lantern ended behind them; they could barely see the last door. Twisting the knob, they found it open. This bedroom was larger, with candles placed on various pieces of old furniture to create a war…

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As she suspected, Ann was nowhere to be found. Hannah sipped a cold beer and wandered through the rooms on the first floor, bouncing back to the main room to reconnect with Mike. So far, it had been like any other party. People were laughing and getting drunk. A few couples sat on old c…

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“I have to study this weekend! You guys go to the party without me.”

Ann frowned. “Come on, Hannah. You’ll never get a chance like this again!”

“I’ll join you next year. I promise.”

“No, you won’t. By that time, you’ll be a cop. There’s no way you’ll ever do something like this again. Hell, you’ll be one of the jerks w…

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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.

But it took a very long time…

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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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