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Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

Main Characters

Corey Derrickson: High school senior, friend of Kyle Unmei, given the chance to marry one of four genie, each from a different tribe, if he can find them at St. Maria Theodora Catholic School!
Aleah Buckley: Corey’s first sex slave. High school senior. He claimed her after Kyle suggested she’d be a good candidate for starting Corey’s harem.
Tania Buckley: Aleah’s younger sister. Corey’s second sex slave. High school sophomore. Seduced into the harem by Aleah.

Students

Asra Duff: Senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s Philosophy and PE. Thought to be a lesbian, the goth girl is actually a Ghul who wants to get Corey expelled.
Bettie Black: Senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s English and History classes. A spoiled princess dripping for a man to take her in hand. Now his sex slave. She is revealed to be the Jann
Briana Hamilton: Senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s English and PE classes.
Brenda Nevada: A senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s Math and Chemistry classes.
Debbie Goffe: Sophomore at St. Maria Theodora.
Franny Keighley: Junior at St. Maria Theodora.
Jennifer Nielson: Junior at St. Maria Theodora.
Hallie Hunt: Senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s English and Chemistry classes.
Havva Najjar: Senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s Math class. After eating her pussy and seeing her submissive nature, Corey suspected she was the Jann but was wrong. She is also his sex slave.
In’am Alfarsi: Junior at St. Maria Theodora. A slutty Arab girl who waited naked in Corey’s locker room eager to enjoy the only boy at school. Corey suspected she was the Si’lat but was wrong. Now his sex slave.
Lisa Comstock: Senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s Math class.
Megan Scrivenor: Junior at St. Maria Theodora.
Nadia Rivers: Senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s PE class. Challenges Corey to a hot race. When he caught her, he claimed her. Now his girlfriend. She is revealed to be the Marid.
Natiqua Osbourne: Senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s Math class.
Regina Florence: Girl who moved in next door to Corey, sophomore at St. Maria Theodora. In Tania’s math class. Is seduced by Tania and becomes Corey’s girlfriend. She is revealed to be the Si’lat.
Pita Reyes: Senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s Philosophy and Chemistry class.
Ritsuko Takayama: A Sophmore at St. Maria Theodora.
Rita Pickle: Junior at St. Maria Theodora.
Sheila Thorne: Senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s History and PE class.
Tammy Fredrick: A Senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s Math and PE Class
Ursula Bannister: A Senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s Chemistry class.
Vanessa Shearer: A Senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s Math and Chemistry classes. After her private study with Corey, now she’s his girlfriend.
Zahia Qadir: A Junior at St. Maria Theodora. A submissive, Arab Christian that is eager to learn naughty things from Corey. Now his girlfriend. She was suspected to be the Marid.

Faculty

Mrs. Abigail Reynolds: A teacher at St. Maria Theodora.
Ms. Allie Reid: Corey’s English teacher and the librarian at St. Maria Theodora. A naughty teacher doing wicked things with Corey. Now his girlfriend. She is revealed to be the Ifrit.
Coach Denise Bennett: Corey’s PE teacher at St. Maria Theodora.
Mrs. Donna Blackwood: A philosophy teacher at St. Maria Theodora.
Sister Anna Petra: A nun and Corey’s Chemistry teacher at St. Maria Theodora.
Sister Doris Suzette: A nun and teacher at St. Maria Theodora.
Sister Ester Sarah: A nun and Corey’s Math teacher at St. Maria Theodora.
Sister Francis Jean: A nun and Corey’s History teacher at St. Maria Theodora. Her true desires have been uncovered and she no longer tries to stop Corey. She has submitted to his desires.
Sister Nova Victoria: A nun and new headmistress at St. Maria Theodora. She was suspected to be the Ifrit but Corey was wrong. Now his sex slave.
Ms. Valerie Terrence: A teacher at St. Maria Theodora.

The Incubus

Father Juan: One of the four incubi summoned by Asra to disrupt the school!

Father Horn: One of the four incubi summoned by Asra to disrupt the school!

Father Puck: One of the four incubi summoned by Asra to disrupt the school!

Father Black: One of the four incubi summoned by Asra to disrupt the school!

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Corey Derrickson – Thursday, September 10th

My cell phone rang as I rode the wave of my victory over the Incubus, Father Horn.

The rest of the girls in my math class, including the nun who taught it, were caught up in the burly, bearded hulk’s lust. They literally were writhing on him. A dozen naked schoolgirls were rubbing their nubile bodies all over the man. Grinding on arms, thighs, chest, and beard. One rode his cock, working her pussy up and down his dick.

But I had seduced one girl who wasn’t part of my harem and protected by Regina’s succubus-like magic. One girl out of the dozen who flocked to him. Since I wasn’t a sex-incarnate Incubus exuding magic that turned every girl into a nymphomaniac, I called that a victory.

Natiqua, the Black girl I’d won to my harem, panted and whimpered while my two concubines, Havva and Vanessa were pressed against her, caressing her body and kissing at her cheeks. They had helped me make love to Natiqua and give her all the orgasms possible.

The moans from the wild orgy coming from the front of the classroom and “Father Horn,” as the Incubus called himself, echoed through the room. I ignored it, my anger for Asra for unleashing the Incubi on the school growing. I snagged my discarded gray slacks and fished out my cell phone.

Tania was calling. My sophomore sex slave, my second lover ever, would never call me. She’d text me. Send me Tweets. Tag me on Facebook or Instagram. Send me dirty Snapchats. I swiped the screen. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Need… help…” whimpered Tania, her voice throaty. Distant. Like she wasn’t holding the phone anywhere near her mouth.

Fear rippled through me. “What’s wrong? Where are you?”

“Incubus…” A throaty cadence burned in her voice. “Not working… want to… suck his…”

A clattering series of bangs, like she’d dropped her phone, burst from the speakers along with a screech of static. Then the line disconnected. A surge of panic went through me. What was going on? Was Regina’s protection not working?

“Shit!”

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Tania Buckley

My phone slipped from my hand. Father Puck fucked Mrs. Blackwood hard. The Irish, roguish man plowed his cock into the Black woman’s pussy. Her wedding ring glinted on her left hand braced against the beige-painted wall. Her ebony breasts heaved as he plowed into her from behind.

My eyes stared at his pale cock emerging from her furry muff gleaming in her juices. I wanted to suck that cock so badly. My hands grabbed my legs right beneath the red-and-green tartan skirt of my uniform. I slid up and up my thighs, climbing higher and higher towards my aching pussy.

My hands vanished beneath them as I stared at that big dick. My tongue flicked over my mouth. My fingers found the shaved folds of my pussy. My glasses slipped on my nose and my pigtails swayed around my shoulders. A shiver of wanton heat rippled through me.

I rubbed at my cunt with both my furious hands.

“That’s it, lass,” Father Puck said in his lilting, Irish accent. “Just rub that little twat. Just get your cunt nice and juicy for me.”

“Yes!” I whimpered.

“Gonna give Mrs. Blackwood what she wants, now ain’t I?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Mrs. Blackwood howled, her hips rotating. Her bubbly, dark butt jiggling with the thudding impacts of the Incubus’s thrusts.

“Give it to her!” I groaned, my fingers rubbing at my hot and feverish flesh.

I caressed my pussy lips with fast and eager digits. I rubbed them up and down my slit. I caressed my petals. Teased them. I brushed my clit, strumming that naughty bud. The pleasure burst through me. That wonderful, wicked, and delightful sensation burst through me. I groaned, my cunt clenching while the pleasure tingled across my sin.

This amazing and delightful bliss that swept through my body. My hips wiggled back and forth. I groaned, my cunt clenching as I gave myself such delightful and delicious bliss. I masturbated myself. It was incredible.

I thrust my fingers into my cunt’s depths. Two of them. Three of them. I stretched out my cunny, getting myself ready for the Incubus’s cock. I licked my lips, whimpering as I stared at his swinging balls.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Mrs. Blackwood moaned. “Father Puck!”

Her pussy juices spilled down her thighs. Her spine arched. Head threw back. The Black teacher howled out her orgasm. Father Puck groaned, slamming his cock to the hilt in her. His balls twitched as he grunted.

“That’s it, Mrs. Blackwood,” he growled and I knew he was firing his cum into her.

I wanted him to flood me. To fill me with all that jizz. I fingered my twat so fast and hard. I plundered my depths. The digits from my other hand frigged my clit, massaging my bud and enjoying all the bliss bursting through me.

“You wanton wife,” Father Puck groaned. “Milk my fuckin’ cock dry. Yes, yes, just like that. Mmm, your married cunt loves my big dick!”

“It’s amazing!” the cumming Black woman howled. “Father Puck!”

“Father Puck!” I moaned, feverish delight rushing through my body. My pussy clenched on my digits, increasing the pleasure flooding through me.

Building me towards my orgasm.

“Yes, yes, I got what you need, bonny lass.” Father Puck ripped his cock out of Mrs. Blackwood’s pussy. His white cum spilled out to mat her thick, black bush. “Yes, I do. Right here, don’t I.”

“Uh-huh!” I whimpered. “Father Puck!”

He strolled to me. His body was so muscular and strong. Tall. His green eyes bright. He had a gorgeous face. Masculine, yes, but beautiful. Perfect. I opened my mouth wide as he brought his pussy-coated dick closer and closer to me.

Father Puck stopped and looked past me. “What’re you doin’ here?”

A hand seized my pigtail and yanked my head to the right. I gasped and a cock rammed past my lips before I knew what was going on. I stared up at Corey. He seized my other pigtail, holding tight to my hair. He pulled me down his shaft, sliding it deeper into my mouth.

My pussy clenched around my fingers. An orgasmic surge of relief burst inside of my twat.

I moaned around my Master’s cock. My pussy convulsed and went wild. Juices gushed out, bathing both my hands frigging me. I sucked on him hard even as tears of joy spilled down my cheeks. The spell on me, whatever had made me crave Father Puck’s cock, snapped.

I turned on my knees to face Corey, sucking and nursing on his cock as he fucked my mouth. He thrust hard, his eyes fixed on the Incubus. My Master had such a hard expression as he glared at the Incubus. He had a handsome face, too. Not that masculine beauty of Father Puck, but I didn’t care. This was the man I loved. Served. I had devoted myself to him.

And I almost sucked another man. Fucked him.

I hated Father Puck for twisting me. I sucked with all my might on Corey’s cock, loving him while Father Puck watched. Scowled. I could feel the annoyance, the anger, coming from the Incubus as Corey fucked my mouth right before him.

“Corey!” shouted Vanessa.

“Master!”

Havva and Vanessa rushed up along with a naked Black girl I didn’t know by name. I’d seen her and her dreadlocks on campus. She grabbed Corey from behind, hugging him. Her ebony arms going around his chest. The three clung to him, feeling Father Puck’s insidious lust.

“Well, boyo, you rescued this one,” Father Puck said like it were no big deal he missed out on having my hungry mouth sucking on his cock. “But I’m gonna find ‘nother of your women. You can’t protect ’em all.”

“Try me,” growled Corey. He thrust his hips forward. He fucked my mouth with wild passion. Defiant passion.

I shuddered, my body riding through my orgasm. My fingers plundered my convulsing twat while drool ran down my chin. Corey gripped my pigtails, pulling hard on them. My glasses shifted on my nose as he pounded my mouth, slamming the tip to the back of my throat.

And beyond.

He buried his cock down my throat. He rammed it past my gullet. I didn’t fight him at all. His fiery bush pressed against my lips. His balls smacked my chin. I breathed in his musk, quivering through my pleasure, more tears of joy and relief spilling down my cheeks.

“Can’t be everywhere, boyo.” Father Puck whistled as he sauntered past, a jolly tune at once playful and promising lusty fun.

Corey snarled and drew back his cock. “Fucking Incubi!”

The whistling dwindled as Corey slammed his cock down my throat over and over again, fucking me right there in the hallway. Mrs. Blackwood slumped down nearby, panting, in a daze from being pounded by the Incubus.

I stared up at Corey, my vision blurred by my tears. He stared down at me with such intensity in his green eyes. He thrust his cock down my throat over and over, heavy nuts smacking into my chin again and again.

“What is going on?” the Black girl moaned.

“Incubi, Natiqua,” growled Corey. “Fucking Incubi summoned by that bitch Asra!”

I hated her. I sucked so hard on Corey’s cock as he rammed it down my throat. He fucked me hard with it. Fast. He plundered my throat. He buried it to the hilt in me. He pumped hard. Fast. He thrust with all his might and buried his dick down my throat over and over.

I rode my orgasm to its shuddering peak. I squeezed my eyes shut, enjoying the last flickers of pleasure while I kept sucking and loving Corey’s cock. Only his cock. Drool ran down my chin. I made such sloppy and obscene sounds as I loved him.

“Fuck!” snarled Corey as he drew back his cock from my throat.

His cum erupted. Hot jizz spurted into my mouth. I shuddered at the feel of him spilling his seed into me. I reveled in the wonderful thrill of hot cum flooding my mouth. My eyes fluttered in delight. It was so incredible to enjoy.

The absolute best thing to drink.

I was so happy that he came for me. I gulped down his salty cum while he moaned through his pleasure, Havva and Vanessa clinging to his sides. They were naked, too. They must have been having sex.

In his math class?

How many of these Incubi were wandering around this school?

I swallowed the last load of his cum. He grunted and panted. His hands tightened on my pigtails and then he released me. I slid my lips off his cock. I ripped my fingers from my twat, my body trembling.

“T-thank you,” I sobbed. “I would have… I couldn’t help… He just… I didn’t…”

“I know,” Corey said with gentle patience. “Fucking bastard was twisting your soul. Playing with your desires. Not your fault.”

“Our math class is an orgy right now,” said Vanessa.

“You, some hairy stud walked in and every girl in class dropped their panties,” said Natiqua. “Me included. Almost joined them writhing on them, but Corey gave me a call.”

“Well, you did leave your number on your panties,” Corey said, his chest rising and falling.

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Corey Derrickson

“Tania,” I said as my mind was beginning to think again. I had fucked my black-haired sex slave’s mouth hard.

“Yes, Master,” she said, her eyes red-rimmed, almost magnified by her glasses. Tracks of tears spilled down her cheeks. I had been in time, but just barely.

“Put out the word to everyone in the harem, genies, too. I want us all meeting in the…” I thought about where we could go. Our dorm? While it was still on the school’s ground, it was away from the problem of Asra and her Incubi. Where else could we meet? Cafeteria?

Too open.

Gym?

There would be PE classes going on.

Auditorium…

No, the library. Ms. Reid, my Ifrit, not only taught English but she was also the librarian. It was closed when she wasn’t manning it, which was before and after classes and during the lunch break. No one would be in there since it was still first period.

“We’re meeting in the library. Right now. Emergency. Everyone comes.”

“Yes, Master,” Tania said. She grabbed her discarded phone and winced. “My screen cracked.” Her phone still worked but there was a glaring flaw running jagged across the glass. She put out the message in the secret chat the harem girls had for gossiping with each other

I hadn’t wanted to join it. Let them have their private chat. She nodded after a moment of typing.
“So there are Incubuses,” said Natiqua.

“Isn’t it Incubi the plural?” I muttered as I broke away from her and led the way.

“I think so,” Vanessa said.

“You’re getting messages, Master,” Havva said. She was holding my phone. There was no time to get dressed when Tania’s panicked call cut out. I had to race through the halls to find her with no idea where she was.

“From the harem?”

“Yes. Aleah. And Jennifer. And now one from Zahia.”

“Tell them to meet in the library,” I said, marching away. If I couldn’t be everywhere, I would bring my harem in one spot. I wouldn’t let them be used by these Incubi. Asra wanted to hurt me because she was a bitter bitch.

If she had a problem with Kyle’s decision, she should take it up with him. Not fuck with me. I wasn’t the leader of the Djinn. I wasn’t their sultan, he was. I was just his friend that was being hooked up with a favor.

We marched down the stairs, my four women following after me. Three were naked, Tania the only one still clothed. We swept down to the first floor to find Ms. Reid striding down the hallway, looking furious. Her red hair bounced and swayed about her face, her narrow glasses only enhancing the look of rage-filled passion on her face.

Kyle had described Ifrit as creatures of fiery passions. Strong emotions. I had gotten the impression of warrior women who blazed hot. Who didn’t back down from fights? Ms. Reid had always possessed the passion, but it was tempered with flirty pleasure and a teacher’s aura of wanting to pass on her knowledge.

Now there was only the fire. The fury. The passion.

“Asra’s gone too far, Corey,” she said as she swept past me towards the library. Heat rippled around her. The warmth of her passage swept over me as I’d just opened the oven and peered inside. “She is meddling too much with mortal affairs.”

“So she’ll be in trouble.”

Ms. Reid stiffened. “She’s already in trouble by being here. Djinn are not supposed to be on this side without permission. Even a disgusting Ghul should know that.”

The disgust in her voice sounded more than just because of Asra’s current behavior. “You hated the Ghul.”

“They’re despicable. Eaters of flesh. Ifrit are made out of the essence of fire. We can become it. Jann from the earth, Si’lat from the wind, and Marid from the water. They, however, are made from the essence of rot. From miasmic vapors. They have always been a blight in the Unseen Realms. Creatures chained by Sultan Rashid and used to terrorize his enemies.”

“I see,” I said, picturing Asra. She didn’t seem putrid, but she did have an air about her that put people off. I thought it was just her loathing of me, but maybe there was more to it. She disguised herself as a goth girl, deliberately standing out from everything. Rebelling as much as she could against this school’s uniform.

She made sure she stood apart.

Ms. Reid unlocked the library and ushered us in.

“Master!”

I turned around to see Aleah and Bettie rushing up at nearly a jog, their skirts swirling. The Jann appeared more relaxed than my first sex slave. Aleah’s auburn pigtails danced around her worried face. She threw herself into my embrace and hugged me tight.

“It’s okay,” I said as Bettie sauntered by, the Jann’s hips rolling with flirty delight. “If one of them turned you on, that’s fine. They’re powerful.”

“I just wanted to hug you, Master,” she said, squeezing tight. “We’re going to beat these pricks. They have nothing on you.”

“Oh, they have a lot on me,” I muttered.

“You can’t do think like that,” she whispered. “Don’t start down that road. You’re not inadequate. They’re cheating. Using magic and all that stuff.”

“And what’s Aaliyah’s wish?”

“Just making every girl honest about her desires. We like to play games and pretend and get all neurotic. She just cut through all that BS so you can have fun. If you didn’t turn those girls on, then they wouldn’t be eager to bang you. What do those Incubi have? They’re like the dudes who have to buy the flash Lamborghini’s to get pussy. Don’t forget, you tamed my sister and me all by yourself. No genie helped you there.”

“You are amazing,” I told her. I gave her ass a squeeze.

“Mmm, I could be saying the same thing to you, Master.” She broke away from me and, louder, added, “We’re going to kick those fucking Incubi’s asses all up and down this school.”

“Yes, we will,” said Bettie.

“Corey!”

Zahia, Jennifer, and Sister Francis rushed down the hallway next, Zahia and Jennifer holding hands, the nun looking more than a little flustered. I was supposed to finally pop her cherry during third period. She was already on the edge of arousal, and now this.

“I’ll explain when everyone gets here,” cutting off the question on Zahia’s lips. The Arab girl, her face framed by her tartan headscarf, swallowed and nodded. Jennifer gave me a tight smile, and Sister Francis looked about to pounce on me and ravish me.

Sister Nova Victoria and Regina swept in. She went to Tania and gave her a hug, whispering to her. Probably wanting to understand why her magic hadn’t worked to ward Tania from the Incubus.

I kept standing, waiting. “Did In’am respond to the group message, Tania?”

“Um… no, Master.”

Worry rippled through me. In’am, my Arab slut and sex slave, was the only missing member of my harem. She was out there in the school with at least three of those Incubi around. My hands flexed and relaxed.

“Where is she now?” I asked. “Anyone know her schedule? Sister Nova?”

“I don’t know it off the top of my head,” she answered. “I can access it from my office.”

“I can find her,” Bettie said. The Jann closed her eyes, her brassy hair swaying about her face. She breathed in deeply. “She’s in the… girls’ restroom, second floor. North side of the building.”

“Regina, you’re with me,” I growled. “Everyone else, stay here. Don’t let them in.”

“No one will get past me, Corey,” Ms. Reid said, her face blazing now. The heat rippling off of her should be setting the room on fire.

Regina darted up to me, her blonde pigtails dancing. My Si’lat took my hand, her blue eyes intense. She looked furious. I stepped out through the doors and they slammed shut behind me. The air rippled around Regina, spilling over my naked form, brimming with her sweet musk.

We rounded the corner to head to the stairs and came across Asra lounging against the wall. She stood on one foot, the other pressed into the wall. The Ghul smiled at me, her face milk-pale, contrasting with her black hair and lipstick. Fishnet stockings clad her thighs, vanishing into the heavy combat boots she wore. Her red-and-green tartan skirt and bow tie clashed with her goth look.

She winked at me.

“How many Incubi did you summon?”

“One,” she said and burst into amused laughter.

“I’ve seen at least three.” I studied her, reading the amusement flickering across her face. And there was something else. Something in her eyes that seethed with black pain. “Did the one you summon bring friends? How many?”

She shrugged. “Have fun keeping your women from them. They’re going to be joining the staff full time.”

“We’ll dropout. I’ve found the genies already.”

“They’re not going anywhere. Stay or leave, they’ll be around. A harem full of women, all bound to one man… It’s like crack for them. They’ll have your women, even those genie sluts you think are worthy of marriage, worshiping their cocks. You’re only a man, Corey.

“You can’t compete.”

“Genie-slut!” Regina hissed. The wind gusted around her. “I’ve only been with one man, Ghul.”

“Well, you’re young, Si’lat. I’m sure you’ll have fun seeking them out being Corey’s back once you grow bored of his cock. Try Father Black. Mmm, he’s got a big dick. Just the sort of thing a whore loves.”

The wind slammed into Asra, ruffling around her. A darkness bubbled from the goth girl, a bubble that spilled it around her. The Ghul’s smile grew vicious. She straightened and pushed off from the wall. The buzz of flies hummed in the air.

“I can defend myself, Si’lat! That doesn’t break the rules, and there could be… casualties. I won’t be the one who is punished, then. You want to be yanked down into Haawiyah as punishment. Or would you disobey the Law and become Unbound?”

The wind died down. “The Sultan will punish you one day, Asra.”

“When will he find the time? He’s too busy sticking his dick in every hole he can.” Asra’s eyes flicked to me. “You should hurry. In’am is as much a whore as Regina. And she’s all alone. Just imagine the naughty fun she must be getting up to.”

I studied Asra’s eyes. She held them on me for a moment then she hissed and jerked them away. I watched her march off with angry steps. Her rage spilled off of her, masking that pain in her soul. I would have kept watching her, but Regina pulled on my hand.

“Right,” I said. “In’am.”

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Aleah Buckley

“Okay, what is going on with all these Incubi,” I said after Corey left. I was pleased to see Natiqua here naked and dripping in cum. Corey had claimed a new girlfriend while these Incubi were here. “I saw a Black guy getting a blowjob. The way he stared at me… Regina’s protection wasn’t working. I barely got away from him.”

“There was that hairy guy,” Havva said. “Father Horn. He walked into our math class. If Corey wasn’t there, I think I would have been with those other girls.”

Vanessa nodded. “He wasn’t… like Father Juan. Not suave and gorgeous. He was… like a burly lumberjack. Masculine strength and raw sexuality. I had to cling to Corey to keep from succumbing.”

“Why isn’t Regina’s magic working?” my sister asked. “There was this redheaded guy. He was beautiful. Father Puck… He was fucking Mrs. Blackwood, talking about how he loved married women, and I swear I was going to suck his cock and let him fuck me if Corey hadn’t come to my rescue.”

“I suspect they’re different types,” said Nadia. She closed her eyes and suddenly water gleamed across her skin. She dripped with it but it didn’t soak her clothing.

“What’s she doing?” Zahia asked, pushing up her glasses.

“Sending out her intellect,” said Bettie. “Like how I found In’am through the building’s structure. It’s made of the concrete. The earth. She’s tapping into her own essence. Gathering intelligence. Clues. Facts. Marid are boring that way. Always lecturing you on this or that. They don’t do much living.”

Ms. Reid nodded her head as she kept her vigil at the door.

“Oh, my, she didn’t just summon an Incubus,” said the Marid, her eyes opening. The water on her skin evaporated as a fierce look burned in her eye. She steamed. “There’s a Svartálfar, a Puck, and a Satyr in the school, too.”

“Three different sex monsters?” I asked.

“A Svartálfar is a dark elf,” said Zahia. “Norse mythology.”

“Hot Black guy,” I muttered. “God, he was an elf. I used to have such a crush on Orlando Bloom in those Lord of the Ring movies.”

To my surprise, Havva nodded her head in agreement.

Tania shook her head at me like I was crazy.

“And a Satyr is the embodiment of male lust,” said the Marid. “They are horny creatures. Never satiated. Their pheromones send women into heat while Svartálfar are just natural seducers, so beautiful that girls cannot resist them. They don’t even use magic. Not like an Incubus who reaches into your soul.”

“And Father Puck is a Puck? Not very creative.”

“He might be the Puck, the original one, or just one of the Pookah,” the Marid said. “He’s a fey. He breathes seduction, especially of married women. And, as far as he’s concerned, we’re all married to Corey. His magic is most effective on those who love another, twisting our desire for the man we care for onto him. It’s hypnotic. Mesmerizing.

“That bitch,” I muttered. “She unleashed all these just to fuck with Corey. What’s wrong with her.”

“She’s a filthy Ghul,” said Bettie.

Nadia nodded. “They’re the most loathsome of our kind. Shunned by the rest of us. They’re little more than animals. Eaters of the dead formed out of the rot of the first life to die. Not like the rest of us. We’re born of the noble elements that make up the universe.”

“Why are they different?” Zahia asked.

“They just are,” spat Nadia. “And Asra’s one of the worst. She’s royalty. Kyle killed her father during his coup to unseat Sultan Rashid.” The Marid shifted.

“Yes, Sultan Rashid, the Marid who had broken the cycle of rulership and held onto power instead of relinquishing it,” Bettie said. “But the Jann found a way. Our sheikh sent Aaliyah to marry a mortal and pull Rashid down.”

“Does any of that matter?” I muttered. “You two can fight over which of your tribe is better latter.”

“That’s the point of this,” said Bettie. “Corey’s choosing which tribe mortals like better.”

Ms. Reid nodded.

“No, he’s choosing to marry the girl he likes the most.” I put my hands on my hips. “And we’re here to support him in that. He doesn’t care about your politics. And we have larger problems. These creatures aren’t going away. They’re out to hurt Corey, and we need to do something about them. We have to defeat them, so I want us to come up with plans.”

“You’re just a sex slave,” Nadia said, giving me a hard look. “You’re beneath those of us who are his girlfriends.”

“I am his head sex slave, and that means I can be in charge of you if need be, Mistress Nadia. I’m Corey’s girl through and through. We need to put aside everything else and figure this out because I’m not about to be some dark elf’s whore!”

Nadia stared at me and then nodded. “You’re right. Sorry.”

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Corey Derrickson

Regina and I rushed through the school. You could feel the lust brimming through it. The four Incubi were unleashing their magic, driving the girls of St. Maria’s wild with passion and lust. This had to come to an end.

We reached the second floor, passing Mrs. Blackwood who was still in a daze from being fucked by Father Puck. She rubbed at her cum-filled pussy and smeared the jizz into her bush as we passed, her other hand rubbing at her tit.

Down the hallway, we turned to the northern wing. Stretched out at the far end was a wild orgy of girls. Naked schoolgirls abounded, their moans and gasps echoing down to us. The press of flesh was wild.

Girls kissed. Tribbed. Sucked nipples. Some sixty-nined. Others rode faces. Improvised dildos were used. Pencils. Pens. A Black girl, Natiqua’s friend, used a fat, yellow highlighter marker on another girl’s asshole. The scents of hot pussies, a riot of aromas, wafted down the hallway. My dick throbbed at the sight of the schoolgirl orgy.

There were two or three classes worth of students, emptied out of the surrounding rooms. Their teachers were probably lost in the crush of gasping, moaning, writhing flesh. They were centered on the entrance to the girls’ restroom.

“Fuck, is one of the Incubi in the restroom with In’am?”

“Father Juan,” Regina answered.

“And the schoolgirl orgy?”

“He’s feeding on their lust to break through my protection.” Regina shook her head, an amused smile on his lips. “I mean, isn’t that hot, Corey. Look at all of them. Just writhing together.” She pressed herself against me, her clothes vanishing away.

I blinked at that. “You can dismiss your clothes?”

“Corey, they’re just illusion.” She smiled at me. “I’m a Si’lat. That’s what we do. I’ve been naked ever since you met me.” She pressed my hand against her pussy. “I felt your eyes watching me when I moved in next door. It was so much fun attracting your attention. I was so nervous. The virginal part wasn’t an act. I was so eager to lose my cherry to you and show you what a passionate and wanton girl I could be.”

I shuddered as her fingers pressed my digits into her pussy.

“I’m sorry I went a little too far this morning, I just don’t want to lose you.” She glanced at the schoolgirls. “I can make this happen for you. The entire school can have an orgy if you want.”

I ripped my hand from her pussy. “In’am.”

Her blue eyes widened. “Right! He’s in there. We have to act fast.”

I broke from her and rushed into the schoolgirl orgy. I leaped over a pair of girls sixty-nining, both wearing their white socks and nothing else. Then I passed one of the teachers getting eaten out by a Freshman girl, petite and nubile.

“It’s him!” the teacher moaned and reached for me.

“Him?” another girl gasped. She ripped her head up from the black-furred muff she’d been devouring, pussy cream dripping down her chin. “It is him!”

She lunged at me and grabbed my leg. She pressed her round breasts into my thigh, her nipples hard against me. She grinned at me, her eyes bright with lust. Then a second girl, the Japanese cutie I’d seen on campus with the sleek hair, grabbed my other leg. She rubbed a thick bush on my foot, wet with her juices.

“It’s you!” she moaned.

“Corey!” gasped Pita. The Hispanic girl broke away from a blonde and grabbed my cock. “I’ve been wanting this dick.”

She sucked it into her mouth. Pita bobbed with such hunger on me while the other girls were breaking from their partners to crawl to me. Ursula grabbed my hand and pressed it into her trimmed bush and rubbed it there.

“Feel how wet I am for you, Corey!”

“Shit!” I growled as Pita bobbed her head, sucking with hunger on my cock.

A trap.
The schoolgirls crawled over each other to get to me. I was moments from being swarmed by every guy’s dream. They were coming at me from every direction. Hair swaying, boobs shaking, tongues flicking over hungry lips. They seized me, pulled at me.

“Him!”

“Corey, fuck me!”

“I need your cock in me!”

“You can fuck my ass!” Natiqua’s Black friend moaned, bent over and parting her ebony cheeks.

“Mine’s tighter!”

“Stop sucking his cock and let me do it,” pouted Briana from my gym class.

“No, no, let me suck it!” moaned Sheila, Brianna’s friend.

“Corey!” Regina shouted as I was moments from being dragged down. “Go save In’am!”

“How?” I shouted, fighting against the lust-maddened schoolgirls.

A wind brimming with a sweet musk surged over me. It rippled through the schoolgirls pulling at me. They all gasped and shuddered. Pita sucked hard on my cock even as she inhaled through her nose. The girls all moaned.

“What is that?”

“Smells delicious!”

“It’s her!”

“Regina, let me lick your pussy!”

“Oh, you’re so cute,” the teacher purred.

“Mmm, look at her titties!” moaned Sheila, her head snapping to the right. “Let’s go suck on them, Briana!”

“Right!” Briana shouted.

The girls around me released me. Ursula crawled over one girl, my hand slipping from her juicy pussy. The teacher reached Regina, falling to her knees and burying her face into my Si’lat’s cunt. Regina gave me a wink before the tide of schoolgirls reached her. She didn’t even try to resist them. She let them pull her down into their hungry passion.

Pita sucked hard on my cock still. She whimpered, her body shuddering as the rest of the girls crawled and stumbled past us. Their moans grew behind us, a vast ball of squirming, gasping, writhing schoolgirls. Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, and seventeen-year-old beauties.

I grabbed Pita’s head and pried her mouth off my dick. I panted, my heart thundering from the lust pumping through my veins. I could have let myself get dragged down.

But I wasn’t about to let one of my women get fucked by the Incubus.

I surged around Pita, letting her crawl to join the others and burrow into that mound of feminine flesh and writhe in ecstasy with Regina at the center. My Si’lat must be in heaven right now, every bit of her being licked and nibbled on by all those schoolgirls.

I slammed through the bathroom door and entered the girl’s restroom.

Father Juan stood before the last stall. He was naked save for the priestly collar he wore around his throat. A tall and muscular man, his skin golden brown. He had that roguish, Latin features. His eyes flashed to me.

“You made it past all those girls,” he said. “You should have enjoyed them.”

“Why?” I demanded. “They didn’t want me.”

“Didn’t they?” He spoke with a smooth, liquid accent. “Seemed to me they were begging for you. I could hear them. Just like she’s begging for me. Can you hear?”

Whimpers came from the stall. The type a girl made when she was experiencing pleasure. With it, I heard the sound of flesh slapping flesh and a wet plunge of fingers into pussy. In’am was masturbating herself with such fury, her hand was smacking into her shaved vulva as she thrust her digits into her hole.

“She’s just begging for me and my cock,” Father Juan said. His cock thrust out before him, twitching and throbbing.

“You sure about that?” I demanded. The moans from the stall were almost drowned out by the squeals outside.

“Why don’t you just run along, pendejo. Let me satiate her. She needs a man. One who knows how to fully please her body.”

“You think I don’t know how?” Aleah’s words echoed through my ears. “That slut in there waited naked in the locker room my first day here. Naked and ready for me to fuck her. I didn’t need to corner her in a stall and unleash such lust in her that she can’t control herself.”

The Incubus’s face tightened.

“Yeah, you don’t like that, do you? You don’t seduce women, you bash them in the head with lust then fuck them while they’re so dazed they don’t know what they’re doing.”

“I shape women,” the Incubus said, his fist balling up. “I mold them into things of beauty. I take virginal girls and make them into whores. I’ve turned faithful wives into cuckolding sluts. I’ve even turned sluts into faithful and loving women, the perfect housewives devoted to sucking only their husband’s cock. I take them, remake them, and make them into something better than they were.”

“Easy to do when you get them so wet they can’t think straight,” I said, shrugging. “It’s like being impressed that the potter can shape the clay because he bothered to scoop it out of the river bank.”

“It takes artistry to do what I do.”

“Naw, it takes a magical roofie. You’re not a man. A man doesn’t need any crutches like magic. He just needs this.” I grabbed my cock and shook it at him. “In’am, you didn’t need me to put a spell on you. You were begging to be my whore.”

“I was, Sahib…” she moaned. “But… but… I’m so horny. I can’t stop masturbating. I need a cock in me!”

Father Juan ripped open her stall and darted in.

I sprang at the bastard. I wasn’t about to let the cock-sucker touch my woman. I seized his shoulder and threw him back into the wall. He hit the hand-dryer by the sink. It whirled to life, blowing hot air. The Incubus’s face twisted dark.

“You want to fuck with me, cabron?” he demanded, his accent growing thicker. “You know who you’re messing with.”

“The fucking limp-dick Incubus about to get his ass kicked” I growled.

He rushed at me. I blocked his punch and thew one into his side. Our bare feet squeaked on the tiles. He growled and slammed his fist twice into my stomach. I grunted and grabbed his arm. I twisted him around and threw him into the stall door next to In’am’s. It burst open.

She gasped in shock but kept masturbating.

The Incubus threw himself out of the stall and slammed a knee at my balls. I twisted my body to the left and caught it on my calf. Pain exploded. I stumbled back into the sink. He growled and threw a punch, hit me on the upper temple. My head smacked back into the mirror.

Glass cracked. The world spun around me. I groaned and shook it off. I wouldn’t let this asshole touch my In’am. I thrust my legs up and kicked out. I slammed into his stomach. The air burst from his lungs. He crashed back into the stalls, the impact throwing In’am’s door wide open again.

She sat on the toilet masturbating, her large, dusky breasts jiggling. Her uniform lay scattered on the floor. Passion twisted her face as she plundered her shaved cunt with her thrusting fingers. She worked them in and out of her with fast thrusts, whimpering the entire time.

The Incubus spun around and seized In’am. He hauled her off the toilet and thrust her out before me. He pressed into her from behind, a big grin on his face. My sex slave’s eyes widened. She let out a throaty moan.

“You’re the type of slut that likes to be fucked hard!” the Incubus said. “Aren’t you? Just seized by a man and pounded.”

“Sahib!” she moaned. “I… I…”

I reached behind me and grabbed one of the broken shards of mirror that had spilled in the sink. I threw it at the Incubus’s head. He snarled and twisted away, pulling his cock away from my woman. The glass shattered behind him, spraying bits that fell on the toilet.

I seized In’am from him at that moment. I spun her around. She gasped, her hair whipping wildly. I grabbed her hips and pressed my cock against her ass-crack. She moaned, still masturbating as I faced the furious Incubus.

“Yeah, she is the type of slut that likes to be taken hard,” I said, drawing back my cock, my cock’s tip sliding through her butt-crack. I found her asshole. “She’s my slut. Only I get to do this!”

I rammed my cock forward, plunging into her asshole.

In’am’s head snapped up. She gasped as her sphincter widened and widened around my unlubed cock. This would hurt her, but I knew my sex slave. She would enjoy it all the more. She would savor the pain mixed with the pleasure as I dominated her.

Her anal ring fully surrendered. My unlubed cock popped into her asshole. She gasped and whimpered as I slid deeper and deeper into her bowels. She moaned, her velvety sheath clutching about my cock. Her fingers plunged in and out of her cunt. She worked those into her depths, her whimpers echoing through the bathroom.

“Looks like I won,” I said as I sank to the hilt in In’am’s bowels.

“Yes, yes, Sahib!” she moaned. “Oh, Sahib, your cock is in me. Such a big and thick dick!”

Instead of looking defeated or pissed or defiant, Father Juan looked unconcern. He leaned against the divider between the stalls and grinned at us. He absently rubbed his cock, watching me sodomize my sex slave.

“You think staring at me is going to intimidate me?” I demanded, pulling back my hips. I drew my cock back, sliding it through her tight bowels.

She whimpered, her asshole clenching around my dick. The pleasure rippled through me. This amazing delight that surged down my shaft. She wiggled her hips. She stirred me from side to side, moaning and gasping.

“Because I could fuck this ass in front of the whole fucking world and not lose my hardon,” I said. My hands shot around In’am’s body. I seized her big breasts. I gripped them. Massaged them. I grinned at the Incubus, shaking her tits at the bastard. “See.”

“Oh, no, just waiting for my turn,” he said. “Let her have a fresh comparison so she’ll remember why my cock is better, pendejo.”

In’am whimpered, her asshole squeezing around my dick. Then she shook her head. “I won’t fuck you, Incubus. I’m Corey’s girl!”

I squeezed her large, pillowy breasts and slammed into her asshole. She grunted, a mix of pain and pleasure. Her bowels squeezed around me, massaging me with her velvety delight. The pleasure surged around me.

Bliss flowed down to my cock. I grinned at the Incubus as I pumped away at my woman’s asshole. I drove my cock into her again and again. I fucked her hard and fast. I pounded deep into her bowels. I reveled in the feel of her around me. That wonderful flesh squeezing about my dick. It thrust away at her with powerful plunges.

“I’m his!” In’am moaned.

“We’ll see,” Father Juan said, fondling his cock. “I mean, you keep staring at my dick.”

“You’re stroking it right before my eyes!” Her bowels clenched around my cock, the friction sending heat boiling down to my dick. “It’s hard not to.”

“Close your eyes,” I groaned. “Just focus on me. On my cock. On being my girl, In’am. I’m collaring you. You’re going to be my slut forever. I’m going to parade you around this school by a leash. And then I’m going to fuck you in front of your parents so they’ll forever know that you’re my whore!”

“Sahib!” she moaned, her body shaking. “I can see it. Oh, yes, yes, I can see it so clearly.” Her hips wiggled more. She rocked back into me as I plowed into her from behind. My crotch smacked into her butt-cheeks. I plowed hard into her. Fast. “Yes, my parents will be horrified. My mother will faint. I’ll cum so fucking hard!”

“Yes, you will!” I growled. I seized her nipples. I twisted those fat nubs. “I’ll pierce these, too. Just like I did with Aleah and Tania.”

“That’ll hurt so much!” she moaned with throaty passion. “Oh, yes, yes, Sahib! Pierce them. Play with them. Fuck me harder! Pound me! I’m your whore! Only yours. I won’t fuck his cock.”

“You’ll be screaming a different sentiment soon, puta,” the Incubus said.

I laughed. “My women will never touch your fucking dick!”

“We’re his!” In’am moaned and came.

Her bowels writhed around me. I groaned as I slammed into the wild convulsions of her asshole. They rippled around me. They sucked at me, drawing at me, the cum building and building in my nuts. I groaned, pumping hard and fast into her depths.

I loved every moment of it. I groaned and gasped, the rapture about to erupt out of me. I thrust at her hard. Fast. I fucked with powerful strokes. I rammed to the hilt in her spasming bowels, my balls smacking into her taint.

“Cum in me, Sahib!”

I shuddered and erupted.

The pleasure exploded through me. I savored my victory over the Incubus. I was just a normal guy. I didn’t have magical powers to make girls drool over me. They wanted me because I turned them on. In’am wanted me because she found me sexy. She carved my dick. My cum.

I basted her bowels with my jizz. Each blast sent pleasure slamming into my mind. Stars burst across my vision. I stared at the Incubus’s smirking face and didn’t care. My In’am would never touch him.

“She is mine!” I howled.

“Yours, Sahib!” she moaned, her bowels writhing and spasming around my cock. “Yours, yours, yours!”

I savored the pleasure of her asshole convulsing around me. The wonderful passion of her bowels going wild about my dick. She worked out the last of my cum. I bucked through the final spurt of pleasure.

That bliss hit the peak of rapture.

Died into satiate rapture.

“Now it’s my turn,” the Incubus said after I came in In’am. “I’ll show her what she’s truly missing out on.”

He reached for In’am. My sex slave gasped and yanked her head back. She pressed into my chest, her bowels squeezing around my cock. The bastard seized her tits. I snarled and twisted around, pulling her away from him by spinning us around and putting my back to the bastard. I pressed her into the sink, my back to the Incubus.

“You’re not touching me!” In’am hissed.

“You fucking lost!” I snarled.

“You think this is ov—”

The bathroom door crashed open and Regina entered. She was dripping in pussy juices. She had cunt cream coating her body. It dripped down her small breasts and over her pink nipples. It matted her blonde bush, soaked her hair, dribbled over her glasses. Drops fell from her fingertips. Rivulets ran down both the inside of her thighs and the outside. Juices even clung in her bellybutton.

“I have all your girls, Incubus!” Regina said, triumph shining behind her blue eyes. “Listen to them!”

“COREY!” roared from behind her.

“COREY!”

“COREY!”

“COREY!”

Regina sauntered up. “Corey, leave him to me. I’m going to enjoy this. Your fans are waiting for you.”

I gave her a look. Regina’s blue eyes met mine. She winked.

I nodded and pulled my cock out of In’am’s asshole. She gasped and shuddered, swaying. Then she grabbed my arm. She clung to me as we strode past the furious Incubus. Father Juan faced up against the petite Si’lat.

Winds swirled through the bathroom as I left it behind and entered a hallway full of horny schoolgirls all staring up at me in adoration. Pita and Ursula held hands at the front, their fingers dripping with pussy juices. Puddles of it coated the floor.

“COREY!”

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