Sex and Demons - Sorority Demon Sex Plant

Chapter 1

“How much trouble do you think I’m in?” Laurel asked, while Kate maneuvered from her wheelchair to the car seat. The conversation paused while Laurel folded up the chair and put it in the trunk.

“I wouldn’t worry about it,” Kate said once Laurel joined her in the car. “They’re not going to blackball you over something like this. We’ve all made fools of ourselves over guys at parties. The censure was just Avery playing politics.”

“Crying at the pledge meeting probably didn’t help,” Laurel said forlornly.

“Chill,” Kate told her. “In December we’ll be sworn in as full sisters, and then you’ll have just as much status in the sorority as Avery. How did it happen, anyway?”

Laurel sighed. Her hands tightened on the steering wheel. “Well, I just ... Daniel and I really hit it off at first. I really liked him. But when we stopped talking I let it go like I should have. But then Avery and Martina said they could tell he really liked me. I just wanted to make sure I was available if he wanted to talk to me again so I kept close. And then when he did come up to me again I was excited, but then he asked if I was following him, and I got anxious. I started saying stupid things like I always do, and I just kept making it worse. Like I always do.”

“I thought college would be different, you know?” Laurel began to complain. “People would be more mature. I would be more mature. They always make it sound like you can have as much sex as you want in college. I’m jealous of how easy it is for you.”

Kate laughed. “Did you honestly just tell the girl in the wheelchair that you’re jealous of how easy sex is for her?”

“Well..., yeah?” Laurel answered. “I mean, you’ve done it lots of times since school started, right?”

“Sure, I’ve gotten busy with a couple guys,” Kate explained. “But, I mean, it’s fucking complicated. Plus, I really fucking miss orgasms.”

“You can’t come?” Laurel asked, full of surprise.

“Technically yes,” Kate clarified. “But it’s so much trouble that, effectively, no.”

“Then why..., I mean, what’s it like?” Laurel pressed.

“Well, I mean, it’s not that much different than when ambulatory girls have sex but don’t come. It’s still sex,” Kate explained. Laurel looked confused. “Don’t tell me you’ve come every time you’ve had sex...?” Kate added.

“I’ve only done it once,” Laurel confessed. “But, yeah, there was an orgasm.”

“Hmm,” Kate said. “Let me try to describe it.” She continued:

Friday before last I had my fifth date with Baz. He and Mary and Bradley were over watching movies at my place, but Baz and I both kinda knew that we wanted to do it, so we made excuses to get rid of the others. Which is cool - Mary has some stories about that night too.

Fast forward and we’re sitting there on the couch, both shirtless, and he’s sucking on my nipple. Then he kinda straddles me and he’s kissing me from above. At first I’m grabbing his ass, but his jeans are on, so unbutton his pants and pull them down to get a good grab. His dick got free in the process, and it starts poking me right in the solar plexus. So I’m like, “Okay, we need to fuck. Go get in bed - I’ll meet you there in a minute.”

Laurel interrupted. “Couldn’t he have carried you? I know you like to be independent, but it sorta would have been romantic, right?”

Kate shrugged. “Yeah - but then my chair would have been in a different room. Baz falls asleep right after he comes. If I have to get up in the middle of the night to pee, I don’t have time to mess around.”

“Oh,” Laurel said.

Kate went on:

Once I was on the bed with him he helped me out of my pants. I’m always self-conscious about that part because, if you haven’t noticed, my legs aren’t pretty. But he was all lusty about it so it’s all good.

Then he took off my panties. It was actually kinda funny - he lifted me with one hand under the small of my back, and pulled them down to my knees with one good yank on the crotch.

Once those were on the floor, he stuck his face in my puss and started licking. Dream guy, right? But I had to tell him, “That’s sweet but it’s not what I need from you right now.” So he comes back up to my face and we roll around kissing for a while.

He groaned when I just barely squeezed his dick, so I figured it was time. I got a rubber and some lube out of the night stand and got him ready. He was kneeling next to me with his hands on his sides like a superhero pose. He’s such a ham, but I love it. Anyway then he got between my legs, sitting upright, and he put it in.

I used to love that part so much: the exact moment of penetration - the instant when your body accepts his. I can still feel stuff down there, but it’s like, blurry. If I closed my eyes and didn’t have any other cues I’m not even sure I could tell when it was in. But, the look on his face ... It’s like, yeah, he’s feeling that good, because of me.

He started grinding, staying upright, and I could kinda feel it, but it’s not really what I wanted so I gestured for him to come closer. So he moved on top of me and started kissing my face, and thrusting into me. That part I felt. He was moving me, you know? Not just moving inside me, but pushing my body ... with his dick. His chest was flat against mine and my arms were wrapped around him, feeling his muscles. He was moaning and the bed was creaking, and I had all those crazy brain chemicals telling me, “Yes, this is what you were born to do!”

He asked if we could change positions and I said sure. “I guess doggy is out of the question, huh?” He said.

“We could do edge-of-the-bed if you want,” I suggested. “But I like it better when your body is pressing against mine.”

“How about this?” He said. So then I got on my side and he got behind me and spooned me. At first I had to hold up my leg, but only until he got the right position.

So we did it like that for a nice long while. His chest was pressed against my back and he was kneading my tits and kissing me. He tried rubbing my clit, and I did feel it and it was nice, but it wasn’t really that big of a deal. But again - feeling his body all over me, both of us sweating and panting, and he was literally moving my body with his dick. I mean, orgasm or not, that’s pretty fucking awesome, you know?

After a while it was getting late, so I figured we should move into the endgame, so I started talking dirty. Like, “You know what’s going to happen in a minute? You’re going to climb on top of me again, and you’re going to fuck me hard. Like, jackhammer on reinforced concrete hard. I want your dick so far up in me that it triggers my gag reflex. I want your come-shot to shred that rubber and splatter all over my uterus. Think you can do that?”

Obviously by that point I had him worked up in a lather, so he pinned my shoulders down and got on top of me and went at it. And I could feel that, and it was good! But more than that, I just really loved being a part of that with him, you know? All that intensity and wild abandon.

You know how women are supposed to be the loud ones in bed? Well, Baz was not shy about breaking that stereotype. He was moaning loud, and the bed was smacking the wall, and I was laughing like it was a carnival ride.

He did that thing where he froze when he came - completely still. I’m sure it’s my imagination, but it seemed like I could hear his come squirts. He collapsed on top of me for a couple seconds and I had trouble breathing.

Sure enough, after he rolled off of me, he was asleep before I finished wiping off the lube with tissues.

“So - any questions?” Kate concluded.

“Well, what about vibrators?” Laurel asked. “I mean, could you get yourself off with one? Or maybe a friend could help you?”

“Like I said - too much trouble,” Kate explained. “That’s how I’ve done it. But I have to be in the perfect mood, and set aside a huge chunk of time. And then if I can’t do it after all, I start to feel bad about myself. It’s just not worth trying.” Kate shrugged.

“Oh. Sorry,” Laurel told her.

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Chapter 2

Laurel’s roommate was having sex in their dorm room. She could feel the sexual energy all the way from the stairwell, but she couldn’t hear them until she was just outside.

Laurel sighed. It had been a long day and she just wanted to be home - for as much of a home as her dorm room was to her. She pulled up a reading assignment on her phone, resigned to wait, but found she couldn’t concentrate. She decided she wouldn’t wait.

After glancing both ways down the hall, she put both hands into her book bag. Her fingers turned as she worked through the specifics of her spell. It wasn’t difficult magic - she had done the same thing to countless noisy couples in the dorm, just to keep in practice. Inside her room, despite her roommate’s lover’s best efforts, he came.

Laurel waited impatiently for the couple to finish up their business. She was just about to knock on the door when the blue-eyed shaggy-haired boy emerged. Laurel entered the room, annoyed at the smell of sex.

“Hey Laur,” her roommate bubbled. “Good timing!”

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Chapter 3

“You know what we were talking about the other day?” Laurel asked Kate over the phone. “Orgasms?” She added in a hushed tone.

“Yeah?” Kate replied with a chuckle.

“Well, what if I could get you access to something?” Laurel went on. “Like, imagine a secret super-high-tech prototype ultimate vibrator?”

Kate sighed. “Laur, I’ve tried some of the best ones out there...”

“Not like this!” Laurel argued. “I promise, if there’s anything in this world that will get you off, it’s this. But you have to keep it a secret.”

“Ah..., fuck, I guess,” Kate gave in. “Hook me up, man.”

“I’ll have to take you to it,” Laurel said. “Like, Sunday before the pledge meeting? Four o’clock?”

“Sure, why not?” Kate agreed.

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Chapter 4

Kate had misgivings about Laurel’s promised adventure, but when the time came, Laurel picked her up and the two drove away from college, away from town, and into a run-down rural area. The car came to a stop outside a long-abandoned plant nursery.

“This is where you keep your top-secret mega-vibrator?” Kate said skeptically as she moved from the car to her wheelchair.

“Just ... keep an open mind, okay?” Laurel urged her friend.

“You’ve said that like six times now,” Kate teased. “I’m trying.”

Laurel led Kate inside the nursery compound. What plants there were were either decayed or feral. The lattice of screens that once served to shelter shoppers were largely broken, as were most of the pots and bags of mulch. Numerous weather-worn bottles and cigarette butts were scattered around without design.

The one pot that wasn’t broken was in the center of the area. It was shallow and wide, and the soil was moist and loose. Kate couldn’t recognize the plant inside. It had a bulbous center and fronds, maybe like a dwarf palm tree, except the base was strangely iridescent. Several vines hung about loosely, each ending in a sturdy-looking leaf.

On the ground next to the plant lay a cushion from a patio lounge chair.

Kate looked at Laurel expectantly.

“Okay, so, um, lie there, with your legs kinda around the pot,” Laurel

“That’s your high-tech vibrator?” Kate challenged her.

“I said it was like a vibrator. This is better. Trust me!” Laurel argued.

“No way,” Kate said. She wheeled around to head for the exit.

“I’ll show you!” Laurel said hurriedly before Kate could leave.

Kate’s opinion of Laurel’s sanity was rapidly sinking to match what their fellow pledges thought of her. But, Kate reasoned, if she stuck around and watched Laurel fuck a plant, or whatever was about to happen, at least she would have a solid anecdote to justify her loss of faith. Anyway, Kate couldn’t go anywhere without Laurel to drive anyway.

“It’s really easy, you’ll see!” Laurel told Kate as she took her panties off from under her skirt.

The slightly manic auburn-haired girl adjusted the cushion and sat down with her knees apart. She grabbed the largest stalk - the one that ended with a leave the width of a large man’s hand - and both the stalk and her hand disappeared under her skirt. Then Laurel relaxed and folded her arms across her belly.

Kate couldn’t see what was going on under Laurel’s skirt from where she was sitting, and she had no desire to look at another girl’s pussy. She was surprised, though, when Laurel began to emit soft chirping moans. Occasionally her knees would flex and her hips would jump, very slightly.

Minutes wore on and Laurel’s sounds became proper moans. Once her hand moved to squeeze her breast, but then quickly abandoned the job. Her lower body became more animated, eventually settling into a mild but regular humping motion. Kate admitted to herself that Laurel’s body looked every bit as if it were receiving service from a competent pussy-licker.

The pitch of Laurel’s voice rose. Her eyes were closed and her head rolled around. As curious as Kate was about what physical processes were going on under Laurel’s skirt, she couldn’t help but wonder what sorts of fantasies exist in the mind of an odd girl like Laurel to bring her to this.

Laurel’s hands moved to her side and grasped tightly at the cushion. Her moans took on a desperate breathy quality and her head bounced. Her orgasm began, and then lasted an inexplicably long time before her breath slowed and the tension escaped from her body. Finally Laurel reached under her skirt and withdrew the leaf that had seemingly fucked her silly.

Kate avoided looking at Laurel until she had stood up and put her panties back on, but then Kate wheeled up to the plant for a closer look.

The leaf was wet with Laurel’s secretions. One side was smooth, although slightly ridged, with the texture of a cucumber, but the other side was covered in tiny pink filaments that moved on their own in response to her touch.

Kate was in awe. “So these little things rub your clit?” She asked, abandoning her skepticism.

“Partly. At first,” Laurel answered. “You kinda lose track of what all is happening.”

“Where did you find this?” Kate asked.

“I can’t explain,” Laurel answered sheepishly. She looked at her phone for the time. “Look, if we want to make it to the pledge meeting on time, and you want to try it...,” Laurel began to say.

“Fuck. Okay, fine, hook me up,” Kate said, secretly more excited than she let on.

It took Kate a while to get down from her wheelchair and into position. Laurel used the time, secretly, to cast a spell protecting Kate from the plant’s mind-control influences. She then renewed her wards to keep the plant from escaping, and to discourage human visitors.

“I hate to ask, but can you give me a hand?” Kate said, lying on her back on the cushion with her panties in hand.

Laurel took hold of the stalk, lifted the hem of Kate’s skirt, and moved it toward her center. Once close to Kate’s crotch, the stalk moved on its own and the leaf attached itself to Kate’s outer sex.

Kate’s anticipation got the better of her. The sensation was, she decided, not much different than rubbing a wet sponge across her pussy. That might be enough for able-bodied girls like Laurel, but it wasn’t the nerve-damage-defying bliss that she had let Laurel talk her into hoping for.

Then, suddenly, everything came into focus. Her body wasn’t changed - her sensations were still dull, she knew - but the magical plant had found a way to make her feel the clit-tickling service it offered as clear as a bell. It was as if all of her nerve endings had been harmonized to present a unified feeling, like how a computer can compose several blurry pictures into one clear one.

Kate was taken back to the time in Ed’s apartment, when his veteran mouth first touched her rookie cunt, and so many times after that. She gasped, “Oh, oh,” over and over now like she had then, as she enjoyed the slow ramp up toward orgasm.

She almost didn’t notice as she was coming that something was changing. The kitten-soft kiss of the strange leaf retreated while her body spasmed, and instead, something began to fill her vagina up.

Kate couldn’t see the vine pumping into her - from her limited vantage, it seemed to be perfectly still leading into her folds - but the feeling of fullness and motion was undeniable. Through all of her high school dalliances, Kate had never found the hypothetical boy with just the right shaped cock, just the right size with just the right thrusts to touch every part of her insides perfectly, but now, Laurel’s pet sex plant had done it on the first try.

She came, off and on, for who-knows-how-long. Every one was different but related, like musical improvisations around a melody.

Reluctantly, Kate drifted down from her euphoric dream state to the sound of Laurel’s insistent voice, even as her pussy spasmed around its lover yet again. “We have to go,” Laurel urged, showing her the time on her phone.

Kate tugged at the vine and the thing seemed to work it’s way out of her mostly on its own. The leaf unrolled from its cylindric form and, to an uninitiated eye, appeared to be nothing more than a limp dew-covered leaf.

Laurel was looking at Kate anxiously, clearly feeling exposed - fearful of what she might think. Kate made her wait while she struggled with her panties, caught her breath, and collected her thoughts.

“You were not kidding,” Kate finally said. “What a fuck! Where did you find this thing?”

“You can’t tell anyone, okay? Please. It’s not safe without precautions. It’s our secret, okay?” Laurel insisted, fidgeting with her keys.

The drive back to the sorority house repeated that pattern: Kate asking what the plant was and where it came from, and Laurel refusing to answer and instead begging for secrecy. Kate found it annoying, but she couldn’t really be mad after Laurel had provided an experience like that. Anyway, each cycle of the conversation seemed to agitate Laurel’s anxiety a little more, and Kate didn’t want her friend high-strung for the drive or the pledge meeting.

After the meeting Debra made fun of Laurel for the stain on the back of her skirt.

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Chapter 5

Halloween was coming up soon and Laurel was in good spirits. She and the other pledges would be tasked with decorating the sorority house for the party soon, and all the girls enthused about their costumes. She also took a secret joy in her special connection to the holiday, despite how ridiculously modern culture depicted magic. And of course there was the promise of cute boys.

She thought nothing of it when, the Wednesday before the party, she was asked to join the sisters for a special meeting. It was only when she realized that she was the only pledge present that she started to worry. She didn’t have long to dwell on it before she was called in to the meeting room.

“Laurel,” the chapter president Melissa said, “we’ve decided to revoke our invitation for you to join Sigma Psi Rho.” She paused a moment but Laurel was silent, stunned. “We don’t want to string you along. Parting ways now will give you more time to meet people and make contacts at other houses that might be a better fit for you.”

“What did I do wrong?” Laurel asked. Her lower lip was quivering. All of these women were only a little older than her, but they all had their lives so together. They were so poised. Laurel couldn’t help but feel like a little girl among them.

“Honey, you didn’t do anything wrong,” Shannon said soothingly. “You just don’t embody the qualities that a Psi Rho girl is meant to epitomize. I know there’s a house out there in which you’ll be happier, once you find it.”

“I’ll learn!” Laurel begged. “I’m a really quick study! I can do better!”

“I don’t think you can,” Martina said matter-of-factly, breaking the sympathetic mood that the first two officers had tried to create. “Look, I know you’ve got lots book smarts, but when it comes to social graces you’re operating at a remedial level and we’re looking for honors students. I know this is a disappointment to you, and I’m sorry, but it’s not working out and there’s no point in sugar-coating it.”

“We all really did want this to work out. We tried,” Melissa told her, voice again full of empathy. “We like you,...”

Avery took over Melissa’s thought: “ ... we just can’t have you representing us.”

Laurel sat in silence. She had a million things she wanted to say, but she suspected every one of them was wrong. They wouldn’t let her come to the party, anyway, would they? No, probably not.

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Chapter 6

“Hey, I just heard,” Kate told Laurel over the phone. “I’m so sorry. Let’s do something this weekend, okay? Watch a movie or something.”

“Yeah, okay, thanks,” Laurel muttered back.

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Chapter 7

Laurel wore her Halloween costume to class on Friday: her little black dress, with a witch’s hat, broom, and a plushy toy raven. She wouldn’t normally have worn something so sexy in public, but with no party to go to she wasn’t sure she would get another chance to dress up. And with the sorority out of her life, she had no friends and no prospect for meeting nice guys. She figured she had to do something to get attention.

The preppy blond girl with the sharp bend in her eyebrows - the only other magician on campus as far as Laurel knew - laughed insultingly when Laurel walked by in her witch costume. Laurel had tried to befriend her at the beginning of the year. She had noticed the girl wearing a glamour enchantment, like her, to make her more attractive.

“I can help you with your glamour if you want,” Laurel had said by way of introduction.

The blond girl scoffed. “Why would I want your help?” She said. “Your glamour is so weak it might as well not exist.”

“Well, but ... they’re supposed to be subtle,” Laurel explained.

“Pff. Says the girl who can’t get it up,” the blond girl replied. “Come back and lecture me in thirty years when you’ve learned some actual magic.”

Laurel was pretty sure that the blond girl was wrong. Laurel’s demon magic teacher Alison had taught her not just how to cast glamours, but how to use them to maximum effect. But she wasn’t so sure that she dared contradict a potential new friend, so she left. The two hadn’t spoken since then.

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Laurel went to see her math teacher in his office after her exam.

“The test today - it was too long,” Laurel explained after the usual pleasantries. “I couldn’t finish.”

“You had the same amount of time as everyone else in the class,” her teacher replied.

“Yeah, but I knew how to solve all of those problems,” she persisted. “I could have gotten 100% if I’d had a little more time.”

“That’s all figured into the curve,” her teacher explained. “I’ll check the distribution when I grade the papers, but if it’s a bell shape, then it was a good test.”

“But that’s not fair!” Laurel argued. “People who don’t understand it as well as I do will get better grades than me!”

“I’m sorry, but if you actually understood the material fully, you’d be able to solve the problems in time,” he told her.

“I can do it! I really can!” She persisted. “It just sometimes takes me a while to separate the math from ... other things I’ve studied.” This was, sadly, a well-known problem in the world of magic scholarship. Different fields of magic over the centuries had adopted many of the same notations used by mathematics.

“Look, miss, if you have a legitimate learning disability, I’d be happy to work with you through the Learning Assistance Center to make special arrangements. But otherwise, there’s nothing I can do without being unfair to the other students.”

Laurel unconsciously pulled the hem of her dress down. It fit tightly and with all the shrugging she had done throughout the discussion, it had ridden up some. Laurel suddenly became aware of her professor’s eyes on her thighs, having been led there by her tugging.

He broke the silence. “I know that it’s Halloween, but that dress really isn’t appropriate for the classroom.”

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Laurel ate dinner at the student union building, hoping that someone would notice her and invite her to a party, or at least just talk to her. Nobody did.

She spent the rest of the evening alone in her dorm room watching videos of animals having sex.

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Chapter 8

Over the next few weeks Laurel tried to get used to college life without a sorority. She and Kate met occasionally, but not as often as Laurel would have liked.

Some boys did try to talk to her, but never the right sorts of boys: they were always unattractive or uncouth, or else she doubted their intentions. It was best, Laurel decided, to engage them as little as possible.

Laurel drove back to her family’s home on the night before Thanksgiving. Her father was asleep and there were sex noises coming from her brother’s bedroom. Disappointed that there was nobody to welcome her, she sat down in the office - the room closest to Hunter’s - and eavesdropped.

The family’s yellow cat spied her from the doorway. “C’mere, Snikt,” Laurel whispered hopefully. The cat jumped up onto the drafting table at which she was sitting and passed by her hands, rubbing itself against them, but then abruptly left.

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The house’s kitchen was abuzz in the late morning on Thanksgiving. Laurel’s father, James, was starting on the meal preparations. Her brother, Hunter, introduced the family to his girlfriend, Trisha. Laurel began to feel at home as she found ways to help with the cooking.

“By the way, kids, Richard and his girlfriend are coming over. They’re not staying for dinner, but they wanted to be sure they said hello.”

“Dad, no!” Laurel gasped.

“What’s wrong, hon?” James asked.

“Nothing,” Laurel insisted. “He just can’t come over. Please?”

“Okay,” James said without a fight. “I’ll call him and make something up.” The fact that he didn’t argue suggested, to Laurel’s dread, that he knew what had happened between Richard and her. She was glad that she didn’t have to explain her objection, at least.

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After Laurel’s mother Clover died, it was Richard who took over instructing Laurel in magic. The middle-aged foreigner was a friend of the family, and maybe as good a magician as Clover had been. He was wealthy, but didn’t seem to have any real job, so meeting after Laurel was done with school was convenient.

Richard had a professional chef prepare his meals, so Laurel got in the habit of skipping lunch at school and eating with him instead. They often drank wine with their food. (“Americans!” He had scoffed the first time, when Laurel had been worried about getting in trouble. “You put a rifle in the hands of a six year old and call it ‘civil rights’, but threaten jail time for the man who gives a young woman wine. Not in my house.”)

The last time they met for a lesson was in the spring, eight months ago. Laurel knew what she was doing - she had a plan. The day began with a quick review of the previous lesson on molybdomancy. Laurel did everything right: she focused the flame to the correct probability spectrum, cleansed the water of disharmonious influences, and infused the metal with her question translated into symbolic form. She smiled at Richard while she held the crucible over the candle, and then she poured the liquid metal into the bucket of water.

“You tried to trick me!” Laurel accused her teacher coyly. “You replaced the tin with lead this time!” She withdrew the oddly-shaped lump of metal from water and looked it over.

“And you adapted correctly. Bravo,” Richard answered. “What was your question?”

“I asked which class I’m going to have an exam in next,” Laurel answered. She turned the metal over in her hands. “It kinda looks like North America, so, I guess, American History?”

Richard nodded, satisfied with her assessment.

“Lunch should be ready soon,” he added, looking at his watch. “Let’s take a break.”

Laurel took that opportunity to remove her T-shirt, revealing her white bikini-top and a great deal of youthful and healthy skin.

“What are you doing?” Richard asked.

“I thought I might go for a quick dip,” Laurel answered. She unbuttoned her shorts and wiggled her hips while she pulled them down.

“It’s going to be cold,” Richard argued.

“That’s okay,” Laurel said. “It’ll be invigorating.” She played with her hair absently while she spoke.

Richard watched while the high school girl walked in no great hurry to the pool. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her - especially her thighs. He quickly realized that this was due, in large part, to a spell she had cast on herself.

“You went pretty heavy with the glamour today,” he remarked, trying to defuse the situation that he suspected was building.

“Did I?” She asked, facing him from the diving board with a hand on her hip. “I guess I just like to look my best,” she answered casually.

Laurel dove, Richard’s eyes following the graceful lines of her body the whole way. Seconds later she emerged from the other end of the pool, arms wrapped around herself, darting back toward the deck.

“Ohmygod, so cold!” she said as she swiftly toweled herself off. Richard still couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Somehow her wet hair made her eyes look bigger and brighter, and the towel action drew his eyes from one tempting body part to another: lean smooth thighs, taut belly, long bare neck. The shapes of her stiff nipples were clearly visible through her top.

Dropping the towel, Laurel stepped up to Richard and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her cheek to his chest. “I need your warmth,” she said by way of excuse.

“Laurel, you’re like a niece to me,” Richard said plainly.

“Mmm,” Laurel cooed in answer, still pressing her body against his. Her hands moved across his back.

Richard broke away from her grasp. Muttering an incantation, he pressed his thumb to her forehead, dispelling her glamour. It didn’t relieve his temptation as much as he had hoped: she was still plenty attractive without magic, and her eagerness encouraged devilish thoughts inside him.

“Laurel, stop,” he said. “This can never happen.”

“We’re not really related, you know,” she argued, looking down and rubbing her hands together nervously.

“Look, you just lost your mother,” he explained. “It’s natural that you would try to fill that void with other kinds of relationships. But this would be wrong. You and I will never be romantically involved.”

Laurel’s face froze for an instant, a visage of terrified embarrassment. A dozen other emotions played out in her eyes while her mind searched for a way out. Then suddenly her posture straighted and she looked him in the eye. “You thought I wanted to be with you? Ew, gross! Project much!?!”

“This doesn’t...” Richard began, but Laurel kept ranting.

“What’s wrong with you?” She accused. “You think just because I’m in a swimsuit I’m yours for the taking! What kind of sick creep would take advantage of his dead best friend’s daughter like that???”

Laurel quickly put her clothes back on and gathered her book bag. “You better hope my dad doesn’t find out about this, because he’ll kick your ass!” She said as she stormed away.

Richard sighed, and then picked up his phone and dialed. “James?” He said into the phone. “Something just happened with Laurel that you need to know about.”

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Chapter 9

Tina looked around at the crumbling building Kate had brought her to. “Great! Spending Thanksgiving Mad Max style. Why the fuck are we here?” She complained.

“Because you lost the bet,” Kate answered.

“Yeah, I lost the bet,” Tina argued. “I have to perform the sex act of your choice. What does that have to do with a condemned flower store? This place is nasty.”

“Seriously,” Stan agreed. “Let’s go somewhere else. Anywhere else. I feel like I’m catching three diseases a minute just standing here.”

“Trust me. You’ll see,” Kate replied with a smile. She grabbed several towels out of the SUV and held them in her lap.

Kate led Tina, Baz, and Stan inside to Laurel’s sex plant. It was a little bigger than Kate remembered, and had more of those stalks that ended in orgasm-giving leaves.

“That, dear sister, is your date,” Kate announced devilishly. “So drop your panties, scootch up, put one of those big leaves on your snatch, and wait for the magic to happen.”

“I don’t think so,” Tina said. “You said ‘sex act’, not ‘allergic reaction that renders me sterile’.”

Stan pried the caps off of two beers and handed one to Baz.

“We didn’t agree to this,” Tina continued. “You said it was something you’ve done.”

“I have done it. Believe me, I’m doing you a favor here,” Kate said. “This thing will make you come harder than anything you’ve ever tried before.”

Tina looked to the men for support, but found none. “I’d like to see this,” Baz opined.

“Tell you what,” Stan said, handing his beer to Baz, “I’ll prove it’s safe.” He unbuttoned his jeans, pulled them down to his knees, and started rubbing his package until his cock emerged from his boxers’ fly.

“He just likes to show off his dick,” Tina teased.

“Damn! He has every right to!” Kate proclaimed while she watched his dick grow well past the size of any penis she had experienced. “Doesn’t that thing hurt?”

“A little bit - but it’s so worth it,” Tina answered.

Stan placed an overturned bucket near the plant and sat on it. “So I just put this here?” He asked as he placed one of the broad leaves at the end of a tendril on his cock head.”

“I guess,” Kate said. “I don’t know if it works on men.”

Before Kate had even finished speaking, the edges of the leaf had curled around Stan’s shaft. The tiny pink filaments on the underside of the leaf came alive, dancing on his cock head.

“Huh,” Stan exclaimed. “Oh ... God damn.” His face took on a look of intoxication.

“What’s going on?” Tina asked.

“It’s like ... a really good blowjob,” Stan told his friends. “Ugh! There’s like, pressure and moisture and heat, and even suction. I don’t know how, but ... Oh, fuck!”

The three observers passed around the beers silently while they watched the seemingly motionless vine suck their moaning friend’s cock.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna come,” Stan announced. His body twitched and his face tightened up, but when it returned to normal, he continued moaning with his eyes closed.

“Did you come?” Kate asked.

“Kinda,” Stan said, still drunk on the plant’s stimulation. “I started to - got off one squirt - but then it like ... rewound.”

They watched in silence until Stan announced, “Here it comes again!” Once again his body moved, compelled by his climax, and once again he returned to his sexual bliss, still stiff as a board. A small glob of semen escaped the blowjob-plant’s embrace and dropped to the ground.

“Believe me now?” Kate asked Tina.

Tina bit her lip with indecision, and then she hurriedly stripped out of her jeans and panties revealing a recently waxed bare pussy. She grabbed a towel from Kate’s lap and spread it over the lounge cushion on the floor, and then lay on it, exposing herself to her would-be lover. She grabbed one of the vines, as if leading a child by the arm, and pressed the leave against her crotch.

By the time Tina’s first orgasm hit, her shirt was pulled up, her bra pulled down, and she was twisting her nipples and shrieking.

Kate nudged Baz with her elbow and said, “Watch this.”

The tip of the broad leaf covering Tina’s twat stayed in place on her clit while the edges folded upward until it formed a tube, but unlike the one surrounding Stan’s cock, the tiny pink hairs were on the outside. Then, on its own, the leaf tube slid down along Tina’s slit and wiggled its way into her cunt.

“Aaah! AAAHHH!” Tina moaned while the plant penetrated her. She bucked her hips in welcome of the plant’s new way of fucking her.

The puddle of semen on the ground in front of Stan continued to grow, drop by drop. It was already twice the volume of what a virile college man would normally ejaculate at a time.

“You want to give it a try?” Kate asked Baz.

“That looks pretty awesome,” Baz admitted. He walked behind Kate’s wheelchair and bent to whisper in her ear. “But I’d rather fuck you in the ass.”

“Dude, it’s hard enough for me to wipe my ass in the comfort of my home,” Kate said. “I don’t want be leaking your come all over Tina’s car.”

“That’s why I’ve got this,” Baz said. He held up a square foil package containing a lubricated condom. “Come on - me and the plant double-teaming you. What could make for a better Thanksgiving than that?”

After some effort, Kate was ass-up and naked, bent over a small pile of mulch bags covered by a towel. Baz watched her pussy spasm when the leaf on her clit began its work. He rubbed his condom-clad dick around her pussy hole making it wet, and then he spread her cheeks, spit on her asshole, and began methodically invading her ass with his cock. He was barely more than an inch in when Kate’s first orgasm hit, its contractions halting his advancement into her cavity, but then after that she became more relaxed and he was able to push all the way in and give her a proper ass-fucking.

Kate shrieked with joy from the double-penetration. When Kate’s second orgasm hit, Baz blew his wad. He was embarrassed by how quickly he’d lost it, but between her contractions on his dick, her beauty, and the sounds of another women and man moaning through endless orgasms, there was nothing he could do.

Baz pulled out and left Kate at the mercy of the fuck-plant, now reaching deep up into her womb. He cleaned the lube from Kate’s butt with some wet-naps from the car, popped open another beer, and wondered how much longer he should let his friends go on like this.

Half a beer later, the leaf fell from Stan’s softening cock. He and Baz convinced the women they should stop too.

Tina planned while she got dressed. “Do you think you two can lift that thing into the back of the SUV?” She asked.

“Yeah, but then there wouldn’t be any room for Kate’s wheelchair. Why?” Baz asked.

“We’re taking it with us to the sorority. We’ll come back for the wheelchair,” Tina declared.

“Um, fuck that!” Kate cried out.

Tina sighed. “Okay, fine. We’ll drop Kate off and then come back for the plant.”

“Yeah,” Stan agreed. “We can pick up a dolly, too. We don’t want to risk damaging it.”

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Chapter 10

“Hey ... Laur. Sorry I haven’t been in touch much. I really meant to,” Kate said over the phone to Laurel. “How was your Thanksgiving?”

“It was okay.” Laurel sounded forlorn.

“Look, Laurel,” Kate said, eager to skip past the social niceties. “You know that plant you showed me? The orgasm plant? I need you to tell where you got it.”

Laurel gritted her teeth. “I can’t tell you. Don’t worry about it, okay? Just forget I ever showed it to you.”

“Yeah, um, I can’t,” Kate argued. “Some of the girls took it back to the sorority house, and now everyone’s acting really fucking weird.”

“What!?” Laurel exclaimed. “No! Oh no no no no! Oh fuck! I am sooo fucked!”

“Laurel...,”

“They’re going to kill me!” Laurel said, her voice cracking with fear.

“Calm down!” Kate insisted. She had seen Laurel melt down over smaller things than this. “The girls aren’t going to kill you. I just need your help figuring this out.”

“Not them!” Laurel argued. “If the Rocky Mountain Coven finds out, they will kill me! They are not forgiving!”

“You’re not making sense,” Kate told her, hoping to snap her back to her senses. Laurel had always been out there, but Kate had never heard her genuinely crazy before.

“It’s a fucking demon, Kate,” Laurel screamed. “I summoned a fucking demon, for you! I told you that it wasn’t safe without precautions! I begged you to keep it a secret! I ... I...” Laurel hung up and cried into her hands.

A half hour later, Laurel sent Kate a text asking if she could come to Kate’s apartment.

---

When Kate answered the door, Laurel walked in and paced manically. “It’s okay,” Laurel began muttering, “we’ve got time. As long as it doesn’t come in contact with semen we’ve got time.”

“What happens if it gets semen?” Kate asked nervously while closing the door.

“Then it will put demon babies in all their tummies, so let’s not let that happen!” Laurel answered. “You said everyone was acting weird - how are they acting?”

“Laurel, it already did absorb semen or whatever. It was fucking me at the time. Are you saying it tried to impregnate me?” Kate explained. “I’m on the pill.”

“Oh,” Laurel said. She stopped her nervous movements and sat on the couch. “I don’t think that helps.”

“No - this is bullshit,” Kate decided. “You’re fucking crazy.”

“Kate...,” Laurel said, suddenly empathetic, “I don’t have time to do the whole ‘magic is real’ thing. That takes preparation. You said the girls were acting weird. Isn’t what you’ve witnessed enough?”

Kate’s glance alternated between Laurel’s eyes and the floor. Finally, she sighed: “I don’t know. Maybe.”

“They’re acting protective of it?” Laurel asked. “And trying to get other girls to have sex with it? Like a cult?”

Kate nodded again.

“I’m sorry,” Laurel said pleadingly.

Kate sighed. “Wait, so, you said you took precautions with me? So maybe that protected me from impregnation?”

Laurel shook her head. “That was only for the mind control. But, I think I can fix it.” Laurel looked around the apartment. “You don’t have any house plants around here do you?”

Kate shook her head.

“Hmm,” Laurel said, thinking aloud. “It would actually be easier with sex magic, but there’s nobody having sex nearby.”

Kate gave Laurel a questioning look. “Sex? That’s all you need? And then, what, you give me some kind of voodoo abortion or something?”

“Yeah,” Laurel answered. She was secretly glad that Kate’s skepticism didn’t seem to be getting in the way any more.

Kate dialed her phone. “Fuck, no answer. Baz said his phone hasn’t been holding a charge very well lately.”

Kate wheeled out onto the balcony. There were two college boys loitering near the pool, drinking. “Hey - you guys! Come here. Unit 202,” she yelled to them.

“Does it have to be sex sex, or will BJs do?” Kate asked as she waited for the boys.

“A blowjob is fine,” Laurel answered.

The doorbell rang and Kate answered it. “Hey guys. So we’re casting a magic spell and we need fresh sperm. Which one of you wants a blowjob?”

The taller guy with the buzz cut looked Laurel up and down. “How about both of us?”

The shorter guy with long hair and glasses said, “Magic spell? You really expect us to believe that?”

Kate shot him a stern look. “Do you really care enough to blow this opportunity?” She asked.

“Okay, so, like, who gets who?” The tall guy said, eyeing Laurel again.

“I’ll take care of you both - she’s off limits,” Kate told them. “You’ll be able to do your thing, right?” She said to Laurel as she shifted to the couch.

The boys flipped a coin and the tall guy went first. As instructed, he got partly on the couch in front her Kate with his hard dick in her face. Kate started sucking and working her hands all over his package. Laurel stood behind Kate with her hands on Kate’s shoulder, with a glazed look in her eye.”

“Aw, fuck, that is a nice mouth,” the tall guy said. He slid his hips back and forth, unconsciously trying to fuck Kate’s face. It didn’t matter though: Kate was already so animated in her oral work that his motions were meaningless.

The tall guy groaned while Kate swallowed him - his cock was as deep in her throat as his length would allow. She kept him there making obscene swallowing noises for six seconds before pulling him out and working his knob again.

The short guy walked around the couch watching the action and checking Laurel out. He thought about touching her, but instinct told him that it would go badly. Instead, he gestured instructions to his friend.

“Hey - can I see your tits?” The tall guy asked.

Kate paused just long enough to take off her shirt and bra before attacking his cock with her mouth and hands again, sucking him all the way in again. He groaned again.

Laurel’s face looked troubled. A simple miscarriage spell shouldn’t have been difficult for her, but the embryo’s own magical ties to its host’s life energies were an unexpected challenge. She came up with an elegant solution - tipping the balance of one energy flow to cascade and overwhelm another. She could set it up trigger from the tall guy’s orgasm, if she had enough time. Laurel always dreaded being rushed. It would be easy to cast a spell to delay the man’s orgasm, but that would change all of the mystical balances at play, and she would have to start over. It might even make her entire approach untenable.

“Slow down,” Laurel instructed instead. Immediately Kate switched to a slower, softer rhythm.

“Fuuuuck me!” The tall guy groaned, adapting to the new pace.

The short long-haired guy sat on the couch next to Kate. He slipped his hand under her arm and grabbed her left breast, squeezing it like a stuffed animal. Kate didn’t seem to mind, so he tried to stick his head in her lap, intent on sucking her boob instead, but Kate shoved him away.

“You can finish whenever you want,” Laurel said. She kept her hand on Kate’s shoulder, but finally she seemed to be paying attention to her surroundings.

Kate sucked the cock down again and then bobbed her head vigorously, fucking her guest’s dick hard with her throat. Laurel could actually see the bulge his cock was making move up and down in Kate’s neck. A few seconds later Kate went shallow again and jerked his shaft hard while working his crown with her lips. The tall guy moaned almost like a girl and shot wads of come into Kate’s mouth.

Kate looked at Laurel while the tall guy put his pants back on. “Did you get everything you need?” She asked.

“Yes,” Laurel said. “It’s all taken care of.” She removed her hand from Kate’s shoulder.

The short guy was standing ready, pantless and hard, waiting for Kate’s signal. “Take your time to get ready. I’m going to last a long time,” he boasted.

“I bet you don’t,” Laurel said contemptuously.

“Ha. If I do can I see your tits too?” He challenged.

“Sure, whatever,” Laurel said. She was tired of these boys and they were no longer necessary. She could have just made the annoying boy flaccid, but she worried that he might insist on hanging around while he tried to get hard again. Instead she decided that the sooner he came the sooner they’d leave.

The boy stepped up and put his cock in Kate’s mouth. Kate went to work, pacing herself like she normally would at the start of a blowjob.

Laurel surveyed the boy’s energies and immediately began shifting them to speed up his arousal clock. Arrogant boys were easy: she bound his ego to his blood sugar and increased his nervous system’s sensitivity to that. Twenty-five seconds later he shot his load.

The short boy was embarrassed, but the bliss of climax dominated his mood.

“Okay guys, thanks,” Laurel said, ushering them to the door.

“Hey, um, there’s going to be a bonfire party...,” the tall guy began to say.

“No. Thanks,” Kate said bluntly. “This was a one time thing. Have a nice life.”

Once the door was closed the girls looked at each other. “Some day I want to learn to do that,” Laurel said with a touch of awe.

Kate looked at her with disbelief. “You just cast a magic spell, but you’re impressed by B+ cock-sucking?”

“I’ve never done it,” Laurel said softly. “Um, you’re going to need a tampon tonight.”

Both girls were tired so Kate insisted Laurel stay the night and sleep on her couch. In the morning Laurel had to leave for an early class, but the girls agreed to get together in the afternoon to come up with a plan.

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Chapter 11

Laurel and Kate were outside the sorority house, about to enter. Recon, they had decided, was a must. Before they could open the door, it opened from the inside. Martina was standing there with some large guy. After a brief moment of recognition, Martina punched Laurel in the mouth, knocking her on her ass with her head ringing and the taste of blood.

“If she comes near here again, kill her,” Martina said to the guy, who nodded. “Spread the word.” There was no mistaking the seriousness of her words.

“Hey Kate! You’re not on the schedule! What gives, girl?” Martina said to Kate as if she hadn’t just threatened murder in front of her.

“Yeah...,” Kate said. “That thing is ... really awesome. But if I do it again right now, I just know that I’ll never get this paper done for English.”

“Well I don’t know how you can resist it,” Martina said casually. “But, you’re here for an education, so that’s cool. I am going to need to you sign up on the new pledge duties list, though.”

“Definitely, I will,” Kate told her.

“Oh, and we need a few more guards,” Martina said thoughtfully. “Do you think you could have Baz come over, try the plant?”

“I’ll talk to him about it,” Kate said.

Martina turned to Laurel who hadn’t gotten up from Martina’s knock-down blow. “You’ve got ten seconds bitch.”

Laurel got up and walked briskly toward her car.

“I’ll meet you later,” Kate said to Laurel. “I’m just going to do a little research - for my paper.”

Kate wheeled back to the courtyard, usually empty except for parties. The plant was at the center of all activity. It had only been three days since she had shown it to Tina, but it looked bigger and had more sex vines.

Avery was on all fours and panting like a dog with a vine up her snatch. Shanon and Mary were on their sides, naked, kissing and touching each other’s boobs while they each got plant-fucked. Some guy was standing with his fly open, getting “sucked off” by a leaf. Stan was pounding Tina’s pussy missionary style - they each had a vine up their ass, and from the sound of it, they’d both been coming for a good long time.

Kate moved to get a better look at Tina and Stan. They were both naked from the waist down, their jeans acting as Tina’s pillow. They both had shirts on but Tina wasn’t wearing a bra: her nipples were practically stabbing Stan as he pumped her. There was a pool of jizz on the ground between Tina’s legs - way more than one guy should be able to produce in a day. Stan still looked and sounded as if he was coming, and more jizz dripped out of Tina’s cunt, slowly but continuously.

There were only two people there who weren’t being fucked by the plant. One was a squat but muscular guy with a baseball bat. The other was Molly, one of the other pledges, who was standing ready with a bucket and a roll of paper towels.

Kate wheeled up to her. “How long have they been at it?” Kate asked.

Molly looked at her phone. “About fifty minutes now,” Molly answered. “I can’t wait until it’s my turn again. Hey! You wanna double-team with me?” She suggested, glancing over at Shannon and Mary.

“Not today - homework,” Kate answered apologetically.

A beeping noise came from the bundle of clothes under Tina’s head. She fished her phone out of a pocket and silenced the alarm. With a pained look, she tapped Stan on the shoulder. Stan gave her pleading look, but Tina gritted her teeth and shook her head. Stan rolled off of Tina and pulled the vines out of their butts as if it was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do. They grabbed their clothes and walked into the sorority house without bothering to get dressed.

Once they were gone, Molly dashed to the abandoned vines and cleaned them, gently stroking them between two wet sponges. The water in the bucket smelled like lemons. Once the vines were clean, she mopped up the pool of semen with the paper towels.

Melissa had recently appeared, holding the hand of a skeptical looking guy. Once Molly had finished cleaning the area, Melissa led her guy to that spot, unzipped his pants, and pulled them down. His penis was hesitant, only half-willing to commit to sexual activity, but as soon as Melissa placed a leaf on it, all of the anxiety disappeared from his face and he got hard. Satisfied that her man-friend wasn’t going anywhere, Melissa took off her own pants, lay on the ground, and covered her clit with the remaining magic leaf.

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Chapter 12

“I overheard one of the girls on the phone,” Kate said when she met Laurel at a restaurant next to campus. “She was inviting girls from other Sigma Psi Rho chapters to come visit. Is that how this thing reproduces? Will the impregnated girls give birth to more plants like this one?”

“I don’t know,” Laurel admitted. “The blog I got the spell from written in the 90’s and she didn’t know English very well, and she was writing in code.”

Kate scowled. “You summoned a demon based on a blog post that’s older than you?” She asked forcefully, although not especially loudly. “Without even knowing what would happen?”

“Don’t yell at me!” Laurel whined. “This wasn’t supposed to happen! I took precautions!” She started shaking with nervous energy.

Kate put her hands up in submission. “Okay, chill, I’m sorry. How did you learn all this anyway?”

Laurel shrugged nervously. “I was home schooled until high school,” she said as if that answered the question. Kate gestured at her to go on. “Well, my mom taught me, originally. But just plant stuff. And then I met this really nice demon, Alison, and she taught me other stuff that my mom wouldn’t. Sex magic, and how to trick people into thinking I’m pretty.”

“You are pretty,” Kate interrupted reassuringly.

“No, I’m not. Everyone just thinks I am,” Laurel argued.

Kate was still turning that over in her head when Laurel continued. “Except Alison tricked me and did bad things, and so my mom teleported home from Europe to kill her, even though it wrecked her body. She was always sick after that - always going to the hospital. But she started teaching me grown up spells: how to protect myself, and how to trap demons. Then when she died, her friend Richard took over teaching me. Until I screwed that up.”

“So can this Richard guy help us?” Kate asked.

Laurel shook her head vigorously. “No - I can’t. Not after what I did to him. I would rather let the coven kill me.”

“And they won’t be lenient if you turn yourself in?” Kate asked.

Laurel shook her head. She was beginning to cry.

Kate spoke decisively: “Okay, so I guess it’s up to us. How do we kill this thing?”

Laurel sniffled. “Gasoline? Fire works,” she said. “Maybe you can sneak in in the middle of the night when nobody’s there?”

Kate smiled. “As much as I’d love to be your wheelchair ninja, that won’t work,” she said. “I looked at the schedule: there are going to be girls fucking that thing twenty four hours a day. Martina said they’re actively recruiting burly guys as guards.” She added, “I don’t suppose you can wave a wand and paralyze them all?”

Laurel rolled her eyes at Kate.

“Well I don’t know how this shit works!” Kate complained. “Like, can anyone learn it or do you have to be from a special wizard bloodline?”

“Anyone can learn it, but you have to start really young,” Laurel explained. “It’s not like the movies where just saying specific words causes things to happen. It’s sort of like calculus: a spell isn’t an equation, it’s a set of techniques that help you find the solution. But it’s not just like math either - it’s also sort of like poetry or painting or dancing, too. And then sometimes biology or physics depending on what you’re doing.”

“So the words and the hand gestures?” Kate asked.

“They let you sort of nudge the energies around you into different shapes, so that you can fit them together better,” Laurel told her. “And they also help you keep track of it all while you’re figuring out a solution.

“But it’s different every time,” Laurel went on, glad she had someone she could actually talk to about this part of her life. “It’s like, the thing I did to make that second guy come really fast?” She began.

“That was your doing?” Kate interrupted. “Thank you!”

“It’s okay,” Laurel said, smiling for the first time that day. “But it’s like, he could come over tomorrow and the next day and the next day, and every time I’d have to do the spell differently, because of the tides, and what he had for breakfast, and whether he walked over any power lines, and what color you were wearing. A thousand little things.”

“Damn - sounds like hard work,” Kate said.

“Well, I mean, it’s kinda fun,” Laurel confessed. “But yeah.”

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Chapter 13

The girls let Baz in on the secret, and Laurel cast her charm to protect him from the plant’s domination. The magical nature of the mysterious fuck-plant was hard to swallow, for sure, and Baz wasn’t convinced until Kate led him inside the sorority hive and he observed the behavior of all the drones.

His initiation suck-job lasted forty short minutes of near-continuous ejaculation. One leaf was wrapped around his cock, somehow providing a sucking, sliding, wet experience like an Amsterdam whore. Baz had seen that happen to Stan on Thanksgiving. But there was another leaf that seemed, at first, to be cupping his balls. That feeling turned into something for which he had no comparison: he had never heard of testicles being capable of such joy. The best Baz could describe it, it was the opposite of being kicked in the balls by a Muay Thai champion.

Kate spent that time looking around for some vulnerability. She didn’t find one, but setting Baz up as a potential man-on-the-inside seemed like a good precaution.

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Chapter 14

It was 3:00 AM. Baz was on guard duty, standing around with a bat watching a handful of girls get fucked by an insatiable plant. Laurel was lurking outside the tall brick fence with a five gallon can of gasoline, waiting to hand it over to Baz. Kate, inside the house, pulled the fire alarm.

The plan had been that everyone would leave the house and wait on the street in front. Baz would grab the gas from Laurel and set fire to the demonic plant before the fire department arrived. Even if the fire didn’t kill it, hopefully the gas-soaked soil would.

The orgy girls did stop copulating with the plant when they heard the alarm, but instead of leaving according to the posted evacuation plan, they formed a circle around the plant, ready to protect it or move it. The girls asleep in the house woke up, but instead of heading outside, they patrolled the house to identify the threat. When the fire department showed up, Melissa, in her nightgown, sweetly explained that it had been a drunken mistake and apologized. There was no need for them to inspect further.

During the commotion, Avery reviewed the surveillance footage. After the firefighters left, Kate was given twenty seconds to leave before her head would be split open by a bat.

The conspirators met back at Kate’s apartment; they were all too amped on adrenaline to sleep.

“What if we kidnap the girls and deprogram them, one by one?” Baz suggested. “You could do that, right?” He asked Laurel.

“Yeah,” Laurel said shyly. “But it would probably take a couple hours each.”

“We’re kinda short on manpower for a kidnapping, dude,” Kate pointed out, spinning her wheelchair in a circle to make her point. “Even if we could grab one or two without ending up in jail, they’d probably send a dozen cheerleader assassins to stop us as soon as they figured it out.”

“Well fuck it,” Baz said as he kicked off his boots and popped open a beer. “We’ll just have to summon a bigger demon to go kick this one’s ass. One of those Diablo type guys - twelve feet tall with horns and bone sticking out everywhere.”

Kate and Baz expected Laurel to react, somehow, but instead she was silent with her thinking face on.

“Laur? What are you thinking?” Kate finally said cautiously.

“Well, I mean, a plant demon can’t reason - all it knows is how to survive,” Laurel explained. “But a human-like demon could be commanded.”

“I don’t see how some big red dude eviscerating the whole sorority house is an improvement,” Kate argued.

“Well, it would be better, because it would keep the plant from spreading - if we could contain it after. But that’s not what I had in mind,” Laurel countered. “What if we summoned an incubus? There are spells to compel demons to do what you say. I think a sex demon’s domination magic could probably overpower the plant’s. He could distract the girls enough for us to go kill the plant.”

“Are we really talking about swallowing the spider to catch the fly?” Baz asked incredulously.

“I mean, maybe,” Laurel answered. “I’ll need to research it.”

Kate rubbed her forehead. “Christ, I’m going to have so much trouble explaining to my parents why my grades suck this semester. I’m going to bed. You guys are welcome to stay.”

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Chapter 15

“Can you guys come out to the abandoned nursery after class? I need you to have sex to help set up what we talked about last night.” That was the voicemail Laurel left for Kate during class.

When Kate and Baz showed up, Laurel looked wired - like someone who had stayed up all night and through the day working on a school project. Her eyes were sunken, her hair was a mess, and she had sweat stains on her blouse despite the chilly weather.

The center of the big secluded open-air room where the plant had been was now home to a spray paint circle, seven yards in diameter. Unlit candles in glass jars were placed around the circle at uneven intervals, sometimes with lines drawn between them. A lounge chair cushion was at the center.

Laurel’s laptop had six browser tabs open to various magic-related web pages. There were a few stapled bundles of printouts laying around, and two books that apparently came from the university library. Several empty energy drink cans were arranged neatly on the floor out of the way.

“Laurel, have you slept?” Kate asked, concerned.

“Yeah! Well, like, an hour,” Laurel answered manically. “But then there was too much in my head, so I had to go research it, and each step led to another one that I just had to answer before I went to bed. And then it was like, ‘That can’t be all there is to it, right’? So I figured I’d run into more complications once I started setting up, but I didn’t! So now I need you too to have sex while I set up initial scaffolding for the summoning circle, and then after that I need to fuck someone myself to create the containment apparatus. Um, Baz, do you think you could find a guy who’d be willing to have sex with me so I can do the spell? I think I’m pretty good at it and I promise to tell him how big his dick is and stuff.”

“Laurel, I’m on my period,” Kate said in a cautious tone.

“Oh, perfect!” Laurel said. “Can I have some of your menses? I need to mix it in with the paint for the detail work. I can’t believe I almost forgot! This is going to solve all our problems! It’ll be great!”

“Laurel, stop,” Kate said firmly. “We’re not having sex, and you’re not doing any more magic, until you’ve had ten hours of uninterrupted sleep.”

“No, this is all easy! And we’re so close!”

“No. I’m not taking any chances with summoning a bigger, badder demon when you’re not at one hundred percent,” Kate insisted. “I’m mission control, and I’m scrubbing this launch.”

Baz jumped in: “Honestly, Laur - normally you’re really cute and fun to be around, but looking and acting like this...? No guy is going to want to get with you.”

Laurel’s face showed doubt. With a sudden shift in tone, she confessed, “I don’t think I can sleep.”

“You’ll sleep,” Kate said reassuringly. “C’mon, let’s get you to your dorm. We’ll figure out where we need to pick up again tomorrow.”

Embarrassed, Laurel said, “I can get there on my own. You guys don’t need to worry about me.”

Kate turned genuinely angry. “Fuck you Laurel, you are not driving,” she said. She added, muttering, “Remind me to tell you how I ended up in this chair some time.”

Laurel fell asleep in Baz’s car. He carried her up to her dorm room and tucked her into bed while Kate asked her roommate to fend off any distractions.

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Chapter 16

The following afternoon, Baz and Kate had sloppy period sex for twenty minutes in the middle Laurel’s magic circle while she buzzed around making incomprehensible magical preparations. Sometimes she would touch one or the other of them, but even then they mostly felt like they were alone. Wherever Laurel’s mind was, it wasn’t on gawking at her naked friends. Most of Laurel’s time was spent drawing small glyphs with a paintbrush around the candles. The care and precision with which those symbols were painted was in jarring contrast to the spray paint outline of the circle itself.

After Kate and Baz cleaned up, the trio went back to Laurel’s dorm to make her date-ready. Baz took pictures to show his friends while Kate talked down Laurel’s ever-growing panic.

“What if he doesn’t like me?” Laurel asked after Baz left.

“You’re a skinny redhead who’s guaranteed to put out. He’ll like you,” Kate reassured her.

“There’s stuff you don’t know!” Laurel insisted. “I get ... freakishly wet - down there.”

“He won’t mind. He’ll probably be turned on,” Kate countered. “Just think of it like a blind date that’s gone really well so far. And if it doesn’t feel right, you can always say no. You know that, right? You can always change your mind, even if you told him you were going to do it.”

“I know,” Laurel said nervously.

“Have a little faith - Baz isn’t going to set you up with a creep. Plus, this is kinda what you always wanted this year, right?” Kate continued. “Carefree college sex!”

“Yeah,” Laurel admitted.

Laurel’s phone chimed with a text from Baz. “Got a date for you. Eric will meet you there at 10:00.” It included a picture of a confused but smiling blond boy waving at Baz’s phone. Laurel showed it to Kate.

“Looks pretty cute to me,” Kate said encouragingly.

“Yeah,” Laurel said with a shy smile.

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Laurel was a ball of nerves as she waited outside the abandoned nursery. She was nervous that Eric wouldn’t like her. She was nervous that she would forget to cast the spell. She was nervous that sex wasn’t as good as she remembered. One thing gave her confidence, though: she was wearing her sexy underwear. These were the panties and bra that she had bought before leaving for college that she had planned to wear for parties and dates - any time she would be having sex. They were sexy, but in a way that suited her: in them, she didn’t feel like she was pretending. She’d had to go to great lengths hiding them from her father and brother of course. This was her first time wearing them, and they gave her confidence.

Eric’s truck pulled up next to Laurel’s car and he stepped out. The light was low but she could make out his shape clearly. He had a warrior’s body: strong but lean and agile. He smiled when he saw her, and without thinking she smiled back.

“I’m Eric,” he said. He didn’t seem surprised or disgusted as he approached her. “And you’re Laurel?”

Laurel nodded and muttered yes.

“This is kind of a weird place for a first date,” he observed, but not in a bitchy way. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather go somewhere else? This place doesn’t look all that safe.”

Part of Eric’s reluctance, Laurel knew, was caused by the wards she had put in place to keep people away. Passers-by rationalized it in whatever way made sense to them, but they always had a strong feeling that they should leave. That would go away once he affirmatively chose to follow her inside. But part of it was just that it was a run-down abandoned building that smelled like decaying plants.

“It has to be here. I’m sorry,” Laurel said.

“Baz said you were doing some sort of science experiment, but that you couldn’t talk about it,” Eric said. Laurel shrugged and nodded.

Eric reached out to touch Laurel’s arm - a friendly gesture meant to test her boundaries. She visibly froze, so Eric decided she needed more time to get to know him. “I’ve got some wine coolers in the truck. Want to sit and talk for a while?”

Laurel and Eric sat on the tailgate of his truck sipping their drinks and talking about majors, home towns, and weird people in the dorms. Laurel messed up and said stupid things that she knew would make him hate her, but instead he looked at her with wonder, like she was seeing the world differently than any human ever had. The wine cooler helped Laurel relax. Bumping shoulders with Eric helped get her used to the idea of touching him.

Laurel was experience enough with spell-casting while tipsy, thanks to Richard, that she knew when to stop drinking. She spent a number of seconds trying to decide how to ask Eric to kiss her while she listened to his latest anecdote. He read it in her body language and just did it - he kissed her. It had been four years since her last kiss: four years since the party at which she’d lost her virginity, and her mother began to die. Kissing was the same, she decided, but she was different.

She put the sad thoughts out of her mind and focused on making out with her date. She made silly noises without meaning to, but they seemed to just encourage Eric. After a little while he pulled the top of her dress down and removed her bra. He didn’t say anything about her bra, but she thought she caught a look of appreciation on his face, like he knew that it was special and she had worn it just for him.

Eric didn’t squeeze her boobs right away, or suck them or any of the things guys are supposed to want to do. Instead he seemed to be studying them with his fingertips as if they were delicate and precious. Her excitement boiled over, and in an instant she was frantic, tearing off his jeans and surrounding his cock with her lips.

Laurel had never given a blowjob before but she had practiced with dildos, and discussed theory and technique with various friends over the years. She tongued him for a bit and then switched to bobbing her head sweeping her lips over his crown. Eric groaned.

The height of the tailgate on which Eric was sitting was actually very convenient for Laurel, standing on the ground. She didn’t have to bend or lean awkwardly and she could rest her arms on the truck or his thighs. It allowed her to sustain a great vigor while sucking him off.

Eric was moaning intensely and petting Laurel’s hair. She felt proud of herself.

“Is it okay if I come in your mouth?” Eric asked.

Laurel hadn’t actually thought of that. She had nothing against swallowing in principle, but in order to fuel the spell she meant to cast, she needed actual traditional penis-in-vagina sex. It hadn’t occurred to her that she might actually make him come like this.

“But what about the...,” she stopped sucking to say. “Will you still be able to - sex?”

“I’ll definitely be good to go again if you’re not in a hurry tonight,” Eric said, a little disappointed that Laurel had slowed down for this negotiation.

“You can come in my mouth,” Laurel said. “So I’m doing this okay?” She added as she resumed mouth-fucking him.

“Jesus yes!” Eric exclaimed. A short while later Laurel felt four spurts of pressurized liquid tickling her throat.

Laurel took two more sips of her wine cooler while Eric lay back panting. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, suddenly realizing how cold she was. “Let’s go inside,” she suggested. “I’ve got blankets and stuff in there.

They didn’t go to the outdoor sales area where Laurel’s magical preparations were on display. Instead they went into the store proper where Laurel had prepared a bed of several layers of blankets, with pillows, a space heater, condoms, and a couple bottles of water.

They kissed standing on the blankets and then Eric guided Laurel to the ground. He took off her shoes, peeled off her leggings, and finally removed her panties. They were soaked, Laurel was aghast to discover, but that didn’t stop Eric. He lowered his face to kiss her clit, and then her mind became a jumble. Thoughts were displaced to make room for feelings - such nice feelings.

No toy had ever felt quite like Eric made her feel, with his tongue and lips making a coordinated attack on her clit. Even sex, the one time she’d done it, hadn’t felt like this. Only her demon sex plant had given her these feelings before. But for as great as the demon plant had been, this time there was something more. She could feel the warmth of his face, and his strong hands holding open her thighs. She could hear him breathing and occasionally making soft sounds from his throat. She could touch his head and press it into her harder. She could anticipate, very soon, having his body on top of her, pressing down and thrusting into her. Her clit might not know the difference between Eric and the plant, but Laurel’s head and heart definitely did.

Eric put two fingers into her cooch. “Wow, you’re tight!” He declared.

Laurel was about to explain that she regularly did Kegel exercises, but she came instead - hard. Eric tickled her G-spot and it happened again, and again.

As fantastic as the feeling was, Laurel asked Eric to stop. What she wanted now more than anything was for him to hold her. Laurel’s juices were everywhere: Eric’s face and hands, Laurel’s thighs, and even Eric’s shirt collar. Eric took off the rest of his clothes and moved beside her, spooning her.

“I get really wet,” Laurel said apologetically.

“I like it. Lets me know you’re into it,” Eric told her and kissed her neck.

They held each other in silence for a time. Laurel was happy, and feeling optimistic about her future for the first time in while. Maybe Eric would want to go out with her again. Maybe once she was done with this demon business, she could be his girlfriend and they could study and go to parties together. Maybe they’d even go to a Sigma Psi Rho party, and Avery and the other girls would be jealous.

Their hands grew more animated on each other’s bodies gradually. When Laurel found herself humping Eric’s hand with her twat she realized just how eager to fuck she was. Eric came to the same conclusion.

“Here,” he said, “up on your knees.”

Eric positioned Laurel on her hands and knees. Her dress was still bunched around her waist but she figured he must like it like that. He tore open a condom package and wrapped his dick in latex.

He was about to fuck her “doggy-style”. She knew it was a perfectly common practice, and perfectly natural. She knew at least four metaphysical consequences of doing it that way - not that any of those were relevant just then. But somehow the thought that she was actually going to do it like that felt naughty - or at least grown up. She wondered whether Richard, her old teacher, fucks his girls like that.

Eric rubbed her ass with both hands, and poked his cock around all over her pussy. Laurel could barely stand the wait, and she whimpered.

Eric finally pushed his cock into her opening, just a little. “Yeah, that’s tight,” he said. He made a few slow shallow strokes to open her up, and then he started fucking her deep.

The college boy’s cock was only a little bit thicker than the toys she’d played with, but it felt so big inside her. For as wet as she was, her cunt was nevertheless gripping him tightly. She whimpered a little bit every time he pushed in.

“Is this okay for you?” Eric asked.

“Yeah. I really like it,” Laurel answered. “Do you think...,” she started to add, but then stopped.

“What is it?” He asked, thrusting and stimulating her at a good steady pace.

“It’s stupid,” she said.

“Tell me. I might be into it,” Eric pressed.

“Do you think you could bite my neck?” Laurel asked, embarrassed. She tried to get a look back at his face but her position and the bumping motion made it hard to read him.

“What, like a vampire?” He asked.

For variety, Eric reach around her front and ran his hand up her thigh, over her labia, past her clit, and through her soft patch of reddish-brown pubic hair. Laurel found it suddenly difficult to answer his question. “Not like that. It’s just, uhhh, when a lion mounts a lioness? Uhhh! He bites her neck. To hold on to her. Mmmm. It’s kinda, huh!, romantic.”

Eric leaned forward on top of Laurel and she felt his teeth over her spine. She liked the feeling, but as soon as he tried to resume thrusting, his dick slipped out. He tried twice more, and then once with her flat on her belly, but their bodies just didn’t fit together like the animals in nature videos.

He pulled her back up onto her hands and knees and went back to fucking her. A moment later she felt his hand gathering the skin on the back of her neck and gripping it hard. “Is that too hard?” He asked.

“No, do it just like that!” She rushed to say.

Sex suddenly took on a new dimension for Laurel. Eric held her and pulled her into his thrusts and she knew with even more certainty that he wanted her. He was controlling her so that they both could get the most out of their physical moment together. She could feel an orgasm coming on and a part of her wanted to howl. She would never do that, of course. But then when she did come, the sound that came out was, in fact, something like a howl. It just happened.

“You are a wild girl,” Eric with a laugh while he fucked her more.

“You made me like this!” She said playfully, and wiggled her butt at him.

He rubbed her ass cheeks more while he pounded her pussy and she moaned. “Do you like a finger in your butt?” He asked strangely casually.

“Really?” Laurel responded.

“Some girls like it,” Eric told her with a shrug.

Eric figured she wasn’t interested, but then she said, “You can try if you want.”

There was no shortage of extra pussy juice, so Eric’s thumb had no trouble going in to the first knuckle.

“That feels so weird!” Laurel said approving.

Eric was doing something with her butt-hole, but Laurel couldn’t tell what. The feeling had a strange synergy with her wonderful vagina sensations, though, and she didn’t want it to stop. It excited her.

Both young lovers started to moan urgently over the sound of slapping flesh. A part of Laurel’s mind broke away from carnal pleasures to start arranging the hidden energies of her environment to build her demon prison. He was fucking her silly, but she had been taught by an actual succubus how to enjoy sex and perform magic simultaneously.

Eric grabbed her neck again, his other thumb still in her ass, and he drilled her harder.

“Oh shit! You have to take the condom off!” Laurel suddenly announced.

Eric froze. “You want me to stop?” He said, confused.

“No! Take it off and then fuck me, please!” Laurel clarified.

Eric pulled out, ripped off the condom, and plunged back into Laurel’s pussy. “Oh god!” He groaned as her tight pussy rubbed his suddenly unprotected cock.

“I need you to shoot it really deep inside of me, okay?!” Laurel instructed frantically, worried that her impending orgasm would reduce her to gibberish. “It’s important! Ohh!”

Eric had no idea why this beautiful, probably crazy girl was saying the things she was saying. All he knew is that she was begging him to blow his wad deep inside her, and climaxing on his dick. Every fiber of his being agreed that it was the right thing to do as her pussy spasmed on his cock and her sphincter squeezed his thumb. His ejaculation began when he was upright, but it was still going, filling her womb, as he collapsed onto her and forced her onto her belly.

Laurel was able to complete her spell - the one that would keep the demon contained once she summoned it. She had to position her hands in unnatural shapes to do it, but Eric’s face was buried in her hair, so she wasn’t worried about him seeing.

She wondered if she should ask for Eric’s phone number, or wait for him to bring it up. She would be finished with the demon plant business soon. Really the hard part was over now. She looked forward to a college life with a boy in it.

Eric climbed off of her. “I’ve got to find a place to take a whiz,” he said as he wandered around the room.

Laurel didn’t realize where he was headed at first. “No wait - don’t go through there!” She said, jumping to her feet and running to him.

It was too late. Eric passed through the doors into the outdoor sales area, where her summoning circle was mostly set up. He looked at it in silence for a moment. She waited for his reaction while semen dripped down her thighs.

“What the fuck?” Eric said, laughing. He walked deeper in.

“Someone was probably shooting a video here,” Laurel said dismissively.

Eric took a running start and kicked one of the candles. It flew into the darkness, followed by the sound of breaking glass.

“Wait, stop!” Laurel implored.

Eric faced her and gave her a questioning shrug. When she didn’t answer, he kicked another candle.

“Please stop! Please!” Laurel sobbed. She dropped to her knees and cried into her hands.

Eric approached her. “Laurel, what the fuck is going on here?” He asked.

“Just please don’t,” she whined.

“You don’t believe in this loony shit, do you?” He asked aggressively. Laurel nodded.

Eric scoffed. “What were you going to do, ruffie me and sacrifice me to the moon goddess? Now I know why you couldn’t get a guy on your own. You were a good fuck. Have fun with your science project, you deluded creep,” he said, and left.

There wasn’t any actual damage to her preparations, other than some broken glass that she would need to sweep up in the daylight. Still, it was a while before Laurel left; she didn’t want to be around people.

Laurel was driving home when Kate called. “Baz just talked to Eric. Sounds like it didn’t go well. Are you okay?”

“I got what I needed,” Laurel said in a soft, sad voice.

“But are you okay?” Kate repeated.

“Yeah,” Laurel answered. “I just scared away another boy.” She sniffled. “Can we do the summoning tomorrow? My wards won’t keep Eric out any more. He might try to vandalize it. You’ll be there, right?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Kate assured her. “Do you want to talk about what happened?”

“No thanks. I just want to go to bed,” Laurel said.

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Chapter 17

Kate and Baz were dressed in their everyday college clothes, but Laurel was wearing a white dress she bought an hour before at a department store. Tradition, she said.

Laurel had warned the spectators about safety precautions. The demon wouldn’t be able leave the circle but it could throw things through it, and he might be very strong. And of course, if one of them went inside the circle, they would probably be killed. All this was just temporary, though - she should be able to subjugate it by the end of the day, and then they could plan their assault on the sorority.

Watching Laurel cast the spell was actually pretty boring. She burned different herbs in the different candles around the edge of the circle. She made weird gestures with her hands, sometimes combined with body motions like walking in a circle or squatting. She chanted words that the onlookers didn’t recognize.

It’s impossible to say what their eyes saw when the spell was complete. The portions of their brains responsible for interpreting vision shut themselves down, reflexively, to protect their conscious minds from the cascading madness born of violently conjoining two incompatible realities. What they thought they experienced was five seconds of blinding light, vertigo, and a painful scraping noise.

Baz and Laurel had lost their balance and fallen to the ground. When reality and their minds returned to normal, there was a man - or something that looked like a man - standing in it, naked. He had curly black hair and a neatly trimmed beard. His physique was enviable but not ostentatious: it was the sort of body that belonged in movies, for sure, but not comic books. He had an erection - large but not disturbingly so, and perfectly straight. He stood, silent, looking at Laurel with a facial expression she couldn’t identify.

Laurel stood up. “I am your master. You will do my bidding, and then I will release you from this plane. Kneel before me to demonstrate you allegiance.”

The demon didn’t move a muscle.

“Kneel! I said kneel,” she repeated like a frustrated puppy owner.

Kate and Baz were alarmed, but remained silent.

“It’s okay, this is normal,” Laurel said to them. “He just needs a show of strength.”

Laurel consulted a print-out and then spent thirty seconds casting a new spell. The demon’s eyes followed her but otherwise he remained still. “Now tell me whom you serve!” Laurel demanded at the end.

Again he said nothing.

“Um ... It’s okay, I’ll figure this out,” Laurel told her friends. The demon turned his body to track Laurel as she moved to her laptop and skimmed through some web pages.

“I really want to suck that cock,” Kate quietly confided to Baz.

“Me too,” Baz admitted.

“You’re bi?” Kate asked, surprised.

“Not before today!” Baz answered.

“Hey, yo, dude - what’s your name?” Baz asked. The demon didn’t acknowledge him. “Do you speak English? Como te llamas? Wie heissen Sie?”

Baz moved between Laurel and the demon and waved his arms. “Dude! Say something!” He insisted. “I think we got a defective one,” he said to Laurel.

Over the next forty-five minutes Laurel tried spell after spell to control the demon she had summoned, growing increasingly nervous with each failure.

Baz put his hand on Kate’s shoulder. “Hey, can we go to your car and fuck? I feel like it would be safer if I could burn off some of this sexual energy.”

“Yeah, me too,” Kate said.

Laurel turned to face them with a pout and wide, vulnerable eyes, but she didn’t say anything.

“Maybe we can do it here,” Kate suggested. “We probably shouldn’t leave Laurel alone.”

A few minutes later, Kate was on her back on a lounge chair cushion, and Baz was on top of her humping eagerly. Kate was just beginning to moan in time to his thrusts when he suddenly pulled out.

“God damn,” Baz said. “I was about to blow. Hey Laur - do you think you can do that thing to make last longer?”

Laurel took a break from her computer to gesture at Baz, looking annoyed. She waved her hand, giving Baz the go-signal. He dove right back in to Kate’s cunt, fucking like a bunny. Kate smiled and gave a thumbs-up to Laurel before wrapping her arms around Baz.

Baz and Kate banged for an hour, filling the abandoned store with moans. Kate’s fingernails clawed into Baz’s back. Her pussy made a slurping noise each time his cock stroked in and out of it. Neither of the lovers said anything, but both secretly wished that the sexy demon would watch them. Both entertained glimmers of fantasies of him joining them in their carnal act.

Laurel spent the time rechecking her work and redoing some of her spells, sometimes dipping into the sexual dynamo power a few feet away. Finally she gave up. She screamed and pulled at her hair, and kicked some of the larger broken pot pieces lying around. Once she calmed down, she said softly, “I’m going to make it so you can come now.”

Baz didn’t have a chance to answer - he just gushed. Kate smiled a smile of love, watching his face and feeling his butt clench in her hands while he climaxed.

Laurel waited until the others were dressed and Kate was back in her wheelchair. “I don’t know what to do,” she said hopelessly.

“You need a break,” Baz said, still catching his breath. “Let’s go get some pizza. We’ll talk it out - something will come to you.”

Kate seemed to like the idea. “He can’t get out, right? And nobody will come in? What about Eric?”

“Eric won’t show up, I promise,” Baz said.

The trio of humans ate dinner at a bar and grill twenty minutes’ drive away. Baz and Kate talked Laurel through the problem, being mindful that the wrong word might trigger a freak-out. Baz tried to order a pitcher of beer, but the waiter didn’t believe his fake ID.

None of the demon compulsion spells were working, and Laurel didn’t know why. She might be able to banish him - that was always her failsafe plan - but at this point she wasn’t sure it would work either. A shotgun likely wouldn’t solve the problem, and even if it did, then they’d have a body disposal problem.

Laurel was supposed to drive back to her dorm after Baz and Kate dropped her off at her car, but as soon as they were gone she turned the engine off and went back to the demon. She stared at him. His face wore the same odd expression on it, but now Laurel knew what it was: pity.

She sat down on the cement, and they lay down, curling up into a ball. And then she cried.

Suddenly there was a voice: “Tell me what’s bothering you,” the demon said.

Laurel looked up. He had moved away from the center - closer to her. He still had pity on his face, but, she thought, maybe kindness too?

“What’s bothering me?” Laurel said, angry, as she rose to her feet. “You are, you asshole! You’re not doing what I say even though I’m doing everything right, and you’re not even talking, and you’ve got that beautiful penis,” she said, waving her hand at his ever-erect dick. “And now instead of fixing things there are two demons loose in the world thanks to me, and the coven will kill me for it and my dad will be so ashamed!”

“I would hardly consider myself ‘loose’,” the demon said, gesturing to the circle around him. “Who is the other demon?”

“It’s ... I don’t know the name,” Laurel said, feeling strange that she was confiding in her would-be slave. Her eyes kept slipping from his face to his cock, or other body parts. She was no more immune to his lustful aura than her friends had been. “It’s a demon plant that gives girls orgasms and then impregnates them.”

“Ah,” the demon said. “Erovespitalintes, they call it in Europe. And so you brought me here to, what, talk to it?”

“No,” Laurel said. “It’s being protected by a sorority - you know, with mind control. I thought that you could seduce them away from it so my friends and I could sneak in and set it on fire.”

“And what was my fate to be, after it was dead?” the demon asked.

“Um, banishment?” Laurel answered, embarrassed.

“Well. It sounds like there’s some room for negotiation,” he said. “Why don’t you go home and get some sleep, and tomorrow we’ll see if we can make a deal.” He added, with a wink, “Unless you’d like to come in here and let me entertain you for a little while?”

Laurel shook her head vigorously while blushing. For an instant she wondered how he could have known what she was thinking, before realizing how obvious it must have been. She turned and headed for the exit.

“And, Laurel?” He said before she got too far. She was shocked and scared to learn that he knew her name. “When you’re masturbating tonight? I’ll be thinking about you too.”

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Chapter 18

The humans decided to call the demon “Hector”. He reminded Baz of ancient Greek statues, so Laurel and Baz started picking names from the Iliad. Ulysses, Ajax, and Menelaus were too conspicuous, they decided, but Hector could work in modern society.

The deal was not completely satisfactory to either side. They went into surprising detail, but the basic gist of it was:

1. Hector would not harm, nor supernaturally influence, Baz, Laurel, or Kate, ever.

2. Hector would help them to destroy the Erovespitalintes plant, and only injure humans in the process as a last resort.

3. Hector would be free once that was done.

4. Baz, Laurel, and Kate would make no effort to harm, imprison, or control Hector, forever after.

5. Hector would not injure any human, except in self-defense, for a period of 10 years.

6. Hector would not impregnate any human for a period of 5 years.

There was no way to force the other parties’ compliance, but Hector told Laurel where to find a sincerity-testing spell online, so she could be sure of his good faith. As an added bonus, Hector taught Laurel a spell to incapacitate men, on whom his charms would be less effective. Baz stoically endured while Laurel repeatedly practiced on him.

Laurel, Baz, and Hector parted ways with Kate on the street in front of the sorority house late at night, and Hector discarded his robe. When the door opened in response to their knock, Hector immediately kissed the blond girl who answered. She was taken by surprise but immediately she was kissing him back with hungry lips, touching his face and his chest haphazardly.

A college boy raised a baseball bat and rushed toward Hector, but Laurel intercepted him. He hadn’t thought to swing at her because he hadn’t considered her a threat. She grabbed his crotch and spoke Hector’s words while her mind raced through the spell. The boy’s mouth hung open and his arms went limp while he came in his pants, and then he drunkenly collapsed to the ground asleep.

“Damn, Laurel,” Baz commented. “Did I look that stupid when you did that to me?”

Hector pushed forward while kissing the blond sorority girl until they were stopped by a couch. Hector spun the girl around, pulled down her pants, bent her over the back of the couch, and rammed his cock into her very ready cunt. She moaned and wiggled with lust while he pounded her, saying, “Oh my god I love your cock! Do me baby! Do me hard!”

A short time later she loosed a painfully high-pitched squeal while she climaxed. Even when Hector pulled out and regrouped with the others, the girl was still coming, acting every bit like there were still hands on her hips and a cock thumping inside her.

The next person the trio met was a brunette with a short bob haircut in a halter and miniskirt. She froze upon seeing them, her eyes fixed on Hector’s erection. Hector sauntered up to her, until she was close enough to pounce. Then she was upon him, wrapping her arms and legs around him and sucking his face. He pushed her up against the wall and all on its own his dick found her pussy. He slammed her against the wall fucking her, shaking the framed pictures of Sigma Psi Rho alumnae. He whispered a long secret message in her ear, and she answered out loud, “Yes! That guy earlier was a mistake! Purge his seed and claim me for your own!”

Hector quickened his pace, briefly, and the girl bounced as if riding a stallion at a hard gallop. Then she hummed and came, and Hector stopped. He set her on the ground where she rolled around, still coming, with inhuman semen dripping out of her.

The infiltrators met two girls in the hall that would lead them outside. Hector kissed the first girl, Martina, but she wiggled away. Baz dropped his arson supplies and held her until she broke his toe, popped him in the throat, and landed a very competent punch to his solar plexus.

Not knowing what else to do, Laurel grabbed Martina’s pussy through her pajamas and cast her sleepy-ejaculation spell. Martina froze, wide-eyed and shivering. Laurel could feel the orgasmic twitches in her victim’s groin - she wasn’t resisting, but she wasn’t falling asleep. Laurel improvised, giving her enemy a deep long tongue kiss while her magic hand continued to make the other girl come. Finally Laurel adapted her spell, and she let the weak-kneed girl go.

While Baz and Laurel were struggling with Martina, Hector’s commanding kiss led the other girl to the floor, where he pressed his body down on her while driving his wood into her. By the time Laurel let Martina go, Hector had left the anonymous girl writhing on the floor feeling the eternal after-shocks of his love. Instead of falling asleep, Martina aggressively cuddled her distracted sister.

In the courtyard, Laurel once again incapacitated the male guard, who had assumed that only the naked male Adonis with the awe-inspiring erection was a threat.

Avery was on all fours being fucked by the plant. She didn’t even notice the invaders until Hector knelt in front of her and fed her his cock. She sucked at it with great intensity, and soon the demon plant’s leaf fell out of her puss. Hector held her head and fucked deep down her throat until he grunted and came. He left Avery sitting on the ground, confused and love-stuck, watching.

The next girl to get Hector’s attention was lying face down, climaxing with a vine in her snatch. Hector knelt on the girl’s thighs and positioned his cock between her ass cheeks. He leaked pre-come at a prodigious rate, and once her asshole was slippery enough, he penetrated it. The intensity of the girl’s orgasms doubled while Hector fucked her ass hard enough to shake the glasses off her face. When the vine retreated Hector left her with a gaping, spasming, come-filled butt hole that still felt his throbbing presence inside it.

Baz poured the gasoline into the plant’s pot. The last two of the plant’s harem immediately disengaged and rushed toward him with violent intent. Hector grabbed them both by the waist and kissed them, one and then the other, causing momentary confusion. He rubbed their pussies and guided them away from the gas-soaked plant, and then set them to fingering each other while sharing his cock with their mouths.

Baz picked up the anally-orgasming girl and moved her a safe distance away. Laurel gathered up all the loose vines and coiled them around the plant’s core. Baz lit a match. Red fire light and petroleum smoke filled the courtyard.

Sorority girls gathered, one by one, to watch the blaze. Nobody said anything. They weren’t sure exactly what it meant - they couldn’t understand on an intellectual level what had happened to them. But they were glad to see the fire: they knew, on some level, that it meant freedom.

Laurel and Baz met back up with Kate and they drove to Kate’s apartment, where they drank until they passed out.

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Chapter 19

Each of the human bonfire heroes was surprised many days later when they received hand-delivered, hand-written invitations to join Hector for brunch at the Sigma Psi Rho house. Laurel wore the white dress she had bought for the summoning.

“The sisters are quite grateful for your role in freeing them,” Hector said while a group of sorority girls served waffles and fruit to the four of them. “They would be honored if you would rejoin the pledge class.”

Melissa added, “Hector says that was some real Buffy the Vampire Slayer shit.” She set a plate of eggs in front of Laurel.

Kate wrinkled her nose. “Thanks, but I think I’m going to be happier going it alone,” she said. Laurel nodded in agreement.

“So do you, like, live here now?” Baz asked. Hector was wearing clothes now, although his shirt was open and his distractingly cut abs were on display.

“Yes,” Hector told him. “The Psi Rho girls have asked me to stay here as the housefather.” One of the sisters refilled his orange juice glass.

“What about the pregnancies?” Kate asked. “Are we sure those are all dealt with?”

Hector smiled boastfully. “My sperm is very aggressive in dealing with rivals,” he said. “I can assure you that none of the sisters are carrying. Well, none of the straight sisters.” He chuckled. “Even if a few women slipped between the cracks, none of the embryos would have been mature enough to survive without a magic link to the plant. It’s safe.”

Laurels lip was quivering. She was trying to decide whether to say what was on her mind. Finally she blurted it out: “Are we enemies?”

Hector gave her a disarming smile. “Not at all - we’re friends. In fact I was hoping you and I could study some magic together.”

Cynicism and hope, both born of the same history, clashed inside Laurel’s mind. She couldn’t imagine what the consequences might eventually be from her deal with the devil, but for now the emergency was over.

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Continued in Spermancy and the Bully Witch

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