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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: The Incubus summoned by Asra to disrupt the school!

Father Horn: The Satyr summoned by Asra to disrupt the school!

Father Puck: The Pookah summoned by Asra to disrupt the school!

Father Black: The Svartálfar summoned by Asra to disrupt the school!

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Humayra (Allie Reid) – Thursday, September 10th

Humayra, the Ifrit known to Corey and the others as Ms. Reid, threw out a sheet of fire at the Svartálfar as he approached Aleah. It washed out over the seats where she sat in the auditorium. Father Black, as the dark elf was known, jumped back into the wings of the stage.

Aleah swayed and blinked, coming out of her attraction to the unnaturally beautiful Svartálfar.

If Humayra were human and susceptible to the gorgeous visage of the Svartálfar, or if she were a flighty Si’lat, she’d be equally transfixed. The tall, ebony skin man had a grace about him. An innate beauty that arrested the soul.

But Humayra’s soul was consumed with one thing: protecting Corey’s woman.

Aleah was his first. His favorite. Tania came a close second, but it was the older sister that the Ifrit had noticed Corey loved the most. She would protect Aleah from predation. She would protect the entire harem from the interlopers.

She began clapping as she stood up like she’d witnessed a wondrous performance in the play. The Svartálfar smiled at her and gave a little bow to her full of mocking contempt. Her smile grew as her legs flexed.

She leaped over three rows of seats to land at the base of the stage. She hopped onto the polished wood with grace, landing barefoot on it, her large breasts heaving. Aleah’s head turned to look at the Svartálfar, that look of dreamy lust once again crossing her youthful features.

“None of that,” The Ifrit told her. “You keep staring at him, and Corey’s going to have to punish you.”

Aleah gasped as Humayra advanced on the Svartálfar.

The dark elf’s smile grew, then he stepped back. The shadows swallowed him up. Humayra went still, poised on the balls of her feet. Her breasts rose and fell as she waited for the attack to come at her. Sometimes, you had to stand tall and let it come, holding confidence in your ability to take the damage.

Humayra had that confidence blazing inside of her.

Aleah gasped. Footsteps whispered behind her.

She whirled, fire bursting to life in her hand, conjuring a flaming blade. She raised it as she turned, catching the Svartálfar’s shadowy blade on her own. Dark and light clashed together, weapons binding for a second. She shifted on her feet as they locked, strength matched.

The shadows around the dark stage swallowed him. He vanished.

She had hardly any warning. A whisk hissed behind her. Air stirring. She whirled, but not in time to parry. His blade blushed right for her left breast, a lance of gleaming darkness. She became fire. The primal essence that made her up.

In her place, a fire whirl appeared. Her flames crackled, light bursting around her. It spilled ruddy hues over the Svartálfar’s black skin. He appeared darker now. No longer the rich ebony of an African, but the pure midnight that was his true appearance. His features were even more gorgeous. Delicate. Elfin. Inhuman.

His shadowed blade slammed through her fire and did nothing. How could it? She was nothing but flames. Heated plasma dancing in the air. You couldn’t cut her with a blade any more than you could slice in half a candle flame.

“Ms. Reid!” Aleah gasped in shock, stepping back from the fire whirl. An Ifrit in her true form.

A tongue of her fire whipped out like a lash at him. A sweeping slash of heat. Flames couldn’t be cut or stabbed, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t harm their enemies.

“I still can’t believe that you can turn into fire,” Aleah gasped, her arms raised to ward her against the heat spilling off the whirling Ifrit. The girl backed up towards the wings of the stage.

“Why do you think I’m so passionate,” Humayra said, her voice a crackle. In this form, she could see in every direction around her. She wasn’t constrained by the physical.

Aleah opened her mouth to say something when a black hand seized her by the throat, squeezing tight. The Svartálfar materialized out of the darkness and held Aleah tight in his fingers. The girl’s eyes bulged. Her auburn pigtails swung. She grabbed at the hand choking her.

Humayra rushed forward to protect the girl. She couldn’t let the dark elf hurt Aleah. The Ifrit became flesh, her naked form almost stepping out of the flames, tits heaving. Her fiery hair trailed behind her while her flaming sword hacked down at the arm holding Aleah.

A foot away, her blade slashing down, the Svartálfar’s left hand swept out before him. A rope of shadows flung at her. She became fire, but not fast enough this time. Just as her flames began to burst out of her, the rope slammed around her. As she tried to become fire, the shadows slammed around her body, wrapping her up like a dark serpent, pulling arms tight and forcing her flesh to stay corporeal.

The dark elf kicked out, slamming her in the stomach and throwing her back. She hit the stage floor hard, gasping. The shadows squeezed around her. Gripped her, smothering her flames as she tried to burn through it.

The Svartálfar turned to Aleah.

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Aleah Buckley

He released my throat as Ms. Reid thrashed on the ground, her busty form wrapped up in the shadows. Fear washed through me as Father Black’s hand cupped my chin. He turned my face to peer at him and…

And…

He grew more gorgeous. He was an elf in truth now. Not just a beautiful man, but something more. Something graceful and yet somehow still virile and masculine. The contrasting of the two qualities—from his delicate cheekbones and long, pointed ears to the muscular strength of his biceps—arrested my passion. His large cock thrusting hard that brushed my side.

His thumb swept over my cheek to my lips. I kissed it, my body surrendering to him. He was the most beautiful man in the world. No one could compare to this gorgeous stud before me. My pussy melted.

His eyes drank mine in.

His thumb pressed into my mouth. I sucked on it, my pussy clenching.

…need to… …remember…

Those thoughts squeezed through my mind, forced out through the tight grip of lust on my mind. Remember what? I groaned, struggling to resist, but… but… He was just so gorgeous. I didn’t need to think. To remember.

I just needed him.

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Nadiyya (Nadia Waters)

Nadiyya the Marid waited as merely a thin pool of water spread out across the school’s front lawn. Known to the humans as Nadia Waters, she had a plan to deal with Father Horn the Satyr. She could see him approaching. In her true form, she had vision in all directions. The world laid out to her understanding.

She was hidden by the green grass.

Sister Francis Jean moaned, masturbating her virgin pussy and summoning the Satyr into the Marid’s trap. The Djinn knew exactly how this battle would go. What he would do to fight her and how she would counter everything. He controlled plants. The very grass that her liquid form surrounded. It didn’t bother Nadiyya at all that hundreds of blades of grass poked through her. The Marid flowed around them.

She was water. Boundless.

His footsteps boomed closer. A tall man. Hairy. He had two of the nuns perched on his shoulders, naked save for their wimples and veils. Both were playing with his brown hair. They rubbed their breasts into him. He was tall. Broad-shouldered. A hulk of a man.

Now, flashed through the Marid’s awareness.

Nadiyya flowed upward and became her human form, naked and athletic, a long mane of glossy, black hair falling down her back. She smiled as the Satyr blinked in shock. His next step faltered as he studied her.

“I should have known,” rumbled the Satyr. “The nun smelled too sweet.” He breathed in. “Ah, that scent. So many virgins in this school that need plucking, but she’s his. Well…” He leaned down and dropped off the two nuns.

They darted past Nadiyya for Sister Francis Jean. The Marid let them go, focused on the Satyr. He straightened, his cock, almost a bludgeon, swaying before him. Her feet shifted their stance, ready for his opening attack. She knew exactly what it would be.

“I’ll tend to you after I’m done with the virgin,” Father Horn said, a genial smile on his face. “Let you enjoy a real cock.”

The grass surged around the Marid’s feet. They grew fast, twisting into thick cords to wrap around her legs and seize her wrists. She already changed, flowing into spray that whirled through the air. She was over his head in a heartbeat, soaring over him just as she planned.

She landed behind him, going human right before touching the ground. Her arms already moved. She seized his wrist as he turned to face her. He had nearly four times her mass, but she had studied how bodies moved. Kinesthetics. With it came a whole host of physic principals.

Weights. Material strength. Leverage.

She knew how to move her form, to maximize her strength, and use his weight against him. She already moved, pivoting her body. She used his motion against him, following the axis of his movement to add his force to her own.

He brayed like a surprised goat as she flipped him over and body slammed him on the ground. He hit hard, flattening grass. The air burst from his lungs. She slammed her fist down into his throat, smacking into his flesh.

Here, her plan failed.

She struck his throat as planned. Hard. She landed with all her body weight. What should have crushed his trachea only ended in a solid smack against his bulging throat. He’d tensed his muscles and protected his trachea.

She hissed and jumped back as he swung a powerful fist at her. She reconsidered her plan. The grasses rustled around her feet. She prepared to become water, waiting for them to seize her. The Satyr burst into booming laughter.

That confused Nadiyya.

“Impressive strength,” he said. “You’re so little, but you threw me around.”

“Easy to do,” she said, waiting for the plants to seize.

His foot lashed out at her instead. As he kicked at her, he changed. His already hairy legs became furry. His foot became a goat’s hoof plunging right for her stomach. Horns curled from his head as he unveiled his true form.

She became water. His foot plunged into her liquid body. She shifted herself, grabbing him before he could pull back. She became human, holding his furry calf pinned to her right side, her hair sweeping behind her.

He grinned at her and pulled his foot towards him. She stumbled forward, holding tight. Then he snapped his leg upright. The kick had more force than she expected and launched her into the air. She sailed high and fell in an arc toward the grass. She became water.

Splashed into the earth twenty yards away and reformed.

Just as she went back into being human, the grass around her thrust up at her, cords to grab her again. She sighed and shifted into her watery form. She whirled and gurgled, anger rippling through her.

All her plans ruined.

She rushed forward to slam into the Satyr as he rose. However, the braided cords of grass that lashed out to seize didn’t grab her but plunged into her watery form. Once inside of her, they drank her water with a mighty thirst.

She gasped as a strange pain rippled through her liquid essence. The grass drank her water. They pulled on her flesh and held onto her tight. She gasped. Her water rippled and gurgled. She fought against it, but they were stuck in her, drinking, devouring her.

Father Horn laughed. The satyr turned to Sister Francis Jean and the other nuns, his hard cock leading the way as he advanced on her with almost bounding steps. He had a huge grin on his face. One of triumph.

Nadiyya’s water nearly boiling with her rage, she threw a ball of liquid at him while the grasses drank more and more of her essence. The Marid needed a new plan.

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Sister Francis Jean

It was hard to pay attention to the fight. I knew I should, but Sisters Doris Suzette and Ester Sarah. had gone straight for my round breasts. They knelt on either side of me, cupping my boobs and sucking on my nipples.

I rubbed at my virgin flesh. I was so turned on. Nearly twenty-four hours had passed since I’d caught Corey having sex with Vanessa and Zahia in the restroom. Since he had revealed to me the desires I had burning in my flesh for him.

Since he dominated me and punished me. To pay for my jealousy, I had to watch him and his harem have sex. I couldn’t join them. I couldn’t have any orgasms or lose my virginity. He was supposed to take me today. During my class. I was so frustrated. I needed to cum so badly.

Father Horn’s presence blazed as he fought with Nadia. I should focus on it, but with the two nuns’ sweet mouths on my nipples mixing with my lust, I was lost. I frantically masturbated, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed a cock.

The grass twitched. I gasped as leathery cords grabbed my wrists and ankles. They pulled me spread eagle, yanking my hands away from my pussy. The two nuns had to shift around, moving out of the way of my arms.

They stopped sucking my nipples for one aching second.

Then they were back. They sucked with hunger. Sister Doris Suzette nibbled while Sister Ester Sarah’s tongue danced around me. My pussy clenched. I moaned, humping the air. I needed to be fucked. I needed a cock in me.

“Yes, yes,” I moaned, Father Horn appearing in my vision. He loomed over me. He was coming at me with that huge cock of his.

It thrust from his furry crotch. He stared down at me, goat horns curling out of his hair. Virile. Strong. His muscular, hairy chest rippled as he walked. I moaned, seeing the lust in his eyes. The promise of pleasure.

“Take me!” I moaned, utterly consumed with lust.

He stepped up between my thighs. “I’m going to—”

A ball of water struck his cock. The liquid swirled around his dick and held it, sheathing his massive member in the rippling substance. He stared down at it, his brow furrowing. The lust in his face became something else.

Rage.

“You watery whore!” he snarled. He turned and charged away, taking that gorgeous cock away from me.

He lowered his horns, his head, rushing at a valuable feminine form made up of rippling liquid, long blades of grass thrust into her depths.

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Batul (Bettie Black)

Batul the Jann shook her head. Known to Corey as Bettie Black, the haughty and spoiled Djinn didn’t like the attitude of Father Puck. She glared at gorgeous fairy strutting to the cafeteria table where Tania masturbated.

“Are you just going to ignore me,” Batul asked, her voice thick with annoyed petulance.

Father Puck whirled around to face her, shock rippling across his handsome face and sparkled in his green eyes. “Where did you come from?”

“Oh, now that truly is an offensive thing to say,” the lithe and beautiful Jann said. She perched naked on the table to the side, leaned back on her left arm, her round breasts thrust forward to show off the gold rings piercing each of her nipples, matching the smaller one that threaded through her left nostril, and the dainty one through the clitoral hood. She displayed that one, too, along with her shaved twat by keeping her legs spread wide. “I’ve been here the whole time. How could you not notice all of me? I’m hot!”

His cheek twitched.

The table Batul lounged on groaned a heartbeat before it crumbled around her. The bending, deforming metal squeezed about her perfect flesh. A large clatter erupted, more tables crashing around the one balling her up, seeking to crush her gorgeous form.

“Really!” she shouted with all the bratty annoyance found in her soul. She hated being ignored. Aaliyah’s cousin despised the fact that her father marrying a commoner kept her from having the royal blood like the Sultana. To have all that power. The ability to mold creation to her whim.

Or the whim of the man who owned her.

Now, this Pookah thought to just so blithely dismiss her?

He snorted and left her trapped up in a ball of metal, her knees shoved up to her breasts, her arms pinned to her side. She could hear him padding on to the masturbating Tania, eager to enjoy that little thing.

I have better tits than hers! Batul thought with rumbling annoyance.

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Tania Buckley

I kept masturbating, working my fingers in and out of my snatch. I shuddered, savoring the feel of them plundering into my depths. It was incredible to do this. To enjoy that delicious plunge of digits into my cunt. He was getting closer and closer.

“Yes, yes, I finally get to enjoy you,” the perfect man cooed.

I whimpered in delight. I couldn’t think of anything but him. I ripped my fingers from my pussy. They dripped with my cunt juices. They rained on my belly while I held my legs out as far apart as I could. I trembled there, my twat clenching and relaxing. My heart pounded so fast in my chest.

I fanned my face.

“Yes, yes, I’ll attend to you, bonny lass,” Father Puck said. He had that fiery hair. And that sexy accent. Irish. Lilting and playful. “Don’t ya worry that pretty, little head of yours.”

“Yes!” I moaned, rubbing my cunt juices into my stomach as I massaged my belly. I had to be taken by him. I couldn’t think of anything else.

Sand trickled in the background.

Father Puck glanced to his left and sighed. I looked in that direction to see sand pouring out of the crumbled tables. I vaguely had the impression someone had been over there. Someone important. The sand whirled out into a thick cloud of yellowish dust that formed into a woman.

Bettie.

That was who was important. She was… was…

A face appeared in my mind. An important face. Handsome, but nothing compared to Father Puck’s gorgeous features. I whimpered and rammed my fingers back into my cunt. My snatch clenched, my pussy on fire. I needed him in me.

“Bettie!” I groaned.

“Sorry,” she said, stalking forward, “but I just have to have his attention. I’m a bitch that way, I know, but I’m just hotter than you, Tania.” Her hands cupped her tits, nipple rings flashing. “Look at these breasts. They’re just perfect. Why don’t you touch them, Father Puck?”

“You think I’m at all fooled by your act, Jann?” Father Puck said. “Run along back to that boy. Tell him his woman got herself a real man ta play with. Don’t need him no more.”

“Yes!” I screeched in desperate lust.

The ground rumbled. Bettie sauntered forward. “If you won’t play with my body, then we’ll have to play in other ways.”

A spear of rock thrust out of the ground and rammed into Father Puck’s chest. It burst out his belly. I gasped in shock sitting upright. My lust vanished as annoyance flashed across his handsome face.

“Rock?” he said, stepping forward and pulling himself off of it, leaving behind his muscular abdomen whole. Unblemished. No blood. Not even a wound. “I’m a faerie, dearie. You think rock’s gonna do anyt’ing ta me?”

Bettie shrugged her shoulders. Another spear of rock thrust up into him. It burst out his back and then flared wide, creating a flange. “Maybe I’ll just pin you there and have fun with her myself.”

The Djinn advanced on me. I whimpered as Father Puck was trapped on the stone. I quivered, returning to my masturbation. I needed him. And Bettie was being so mean as she advanced on Father Pookah, a look of hunger in her eyes.

“No, no, I want him!” I whimpered.

“You don’t know what you want,” Bettie said. “You’re so turned on right now, you’d fuck the ugliest man in the world. And I’m hotter than that.”

“No, no, he’s got a cock.”

“Oh, I can make one of those,” she said and then a metal dildo ripped out of the ground and landed into her hand. “See.”

“But…”

“Dearie, she wants me cock,” Father Puck said. He slammed his hand into the rock thrust through him and snapped it off. He ripped it out of his unharmed body and advanced on me. He grabbed my thighs and pulled me to the edge of the table.

To his cock.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, frantic with my need to be penetrated.

A dull-gray sword burst out the back of Father Puck’s chest. This time, he screamed. Blue-green flames burned around the wound. His arms spasmed wide. I gasped as suddenly the lust evaporated from me. Corey’s face slammed back into my mind. I covered my body, scrambling back as Father Puck burned before me.

“Shouldn’t have ignored me,” Bettie cooed. She held the blade, not a dildo but a thick scimitar. “Mmm, look at all that lovely iron through you. Pure iron. Not treated in a forge. Cold iron. Isn’t that just a lovely thing to have rammed through you?”

Father Puck screamed as the flames consumed his body. The blue-green devoured him.

“No?” Bettie asked in mock surprise. “Oh, right, faerie can’t stand the touch of cold iron. It’s death to them. Shame there’s a large deposit right beneath the school.” She glanced at me and smiled. “I had to distract him. It was deep, and he’d feel the ground rumbling as I drew it up, but… a few pathetic rock spikes and some slutty acting, and he dismissed me.”

I gaped at her as the flames consumed Father Puck utterly. He vanished, leaving behind only a sooty smoke that drifted through the air.

“Remember that, Tania,” she said, the sword becoming a dildo again. She wiggled it before her, the shaft shaped like Corey’s cock. “Women might not be stronger than men, but that’s our advantage. Being underestimated. And when you’re as sexy as us, it’s easy for men to underestimate us, isn’t it?”

Then she laughed, her large breasts shaking as she advanced on me, this wicked gleam in her eyes. I slammed my legs shut and said, “You’re not using a dildo on me that you just killed someone with.”

“He’s a faerie,” she said. “Hardly even a person. I mean, he didn’t want me at all. Can you believe it? Me! I want to stab him again!”

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Nadiyya (Nadia Waters)

Despite being drained of her watery essence, Nadiyya smiled at wrapping up his cock in her essence. He glared at the Marid.

She squeezed.

He roared in pain and fell to his knees. She crushed his manhood with her water. Agony twisted across his face. His mighty chest heaved as she squeezed her water around him, abusing his most vulnerable part.

He fixed furious eyes on her, one hand digging furrows into the grass, the other struggling to bat her water away. But her essence flowed around his thick fingers. She smirked at him. He snorted and shook his head.

More plants grew into her, stealing more of her water.

“That’s not going to work, Satyr,” she said. “It’s a clever idea, but do you know where we are? This is Washington. The Evergreen State. Feel the moisture in the air.” She pulled it into her, replacing what had been taken. “The dew lingering on the grass.” The beads rushed to her. “And the aquifer flowing only thirty feet below us.” The ground shook as she pulled up a column of water. “There’s more liquid for me to access than your grass can drink.”

“Marid cunt!” he growled and staggered to his feet. He stomped towards her. “I just have to… reach your core…”

“Oh, really?” Nadiyya asked. “And how do you think you’re going to survive long enough to do that?”

His heavy hooves slammed into the grass as he lumbered forward, battling the pain squeezing about his cock. The watery Marid’s essence rippled as she drew in all the humidity and dew. Then her new well broke through the soil and water sprayed up from the aquifer, flowing into her.

What the grasses stole, she replaced. She swelled larger and larger. She drank in more and more of elemental essence. She rippled with it, swelling in size. He snarled at her and lunged, charging with his horns lowered at her.

I should have just done this from the beginning, Nadiyya thought. I just had to show off. Corey’s not even watching.

She flung out a large ball of her new water. It slammed into his head and spilled around him. It coated his head in liquid. She poured it into his mouth and nose. She squeezed it about his thick throat. He stumbled to a stop as the horror filled his eyes. Bubbles rose from his mouth as he screamed.

She poured the water down his throat and into his lungs. She squeezed against the tight muscles of his neck, crushing his trachea and squeezing shut his arteries. He might be a creature born out of the spirit realm, no different from the incubus, but the Satyr had gained a physical form. And that left him vulnerable to all the realities of being flesh and blood.

“Need that oxygen, don’t you?” she said, her voice sounding like a splashing fountain. “You should have run, Satyr, but you thought with your cock.”

She squeezed her water tighter about his throat.

He bellowed and fell to his knees. His hands sloshed through the water surrounding his head. The blades of grass spasmed as he lost his control over them. They released her. She took on her corporeal form, stalking forward to watch him.

His eyes stared at her from around the water. She watched the moment when consciousness fled his body. His eyes rolled back. He collapsed on his side, twitching. She sighed and kept her water flowing around him, waiting for him to suffocate.

She couldn’t relent early. Drowning was never a pleasant thing, but this creature threatened Corey’s harem. And Nadiyya greatly wanted to be his wife. To be a part of his growing family. She had studied Corey all summer long, learned about him, seen his competitiveness, his drive to succeed.

I’m surprised he’s not out here fighting with us, she thought. But he understands his limitations. That’s intelligence.

The satyr died.

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Humayra (Allie Reid)

The shadows squeezed around Humayra. She squirmed against them, her breasts heaving. Aleah sucked on the dark elf’s thumb. It wouldn’t be long before she was sucking on another part of the Svartálfar. Anger flared in the Ifrit.

“I made a promise!” she howled.

The Svartálfar turned to face her. He shoved his thumb deeper into Aleah’s mouth. “Never promise what you can’t deliver, Ifrit.”

“You think to hold me with darkness! I am a daughter of the living flame! I am the Earth’s primal life made flesh. I hold all the promise of passion and destruction. I am Humayra of the Ifrit Clan! Daughter of Rawiya!”

Her heat burned through her, fueled by her rage. By her conviction to Corey. She had watched the young man over the last summer. Seen his passion. How he loved his women. Aleah. She would fight, even die, to keep his fires blazing.

So she reached into her core, into the very essence of herself, and pulled the flames from there. The strongest fires she had.

Her passion burst out of her despite the darkness trying to smother her. Fire drove back the night. It wasn’t consumed by it. Tongues of angry orange and red erupted from her body, engulfing the shadowy bond and consuming them.

She rose, whirling punishment. Her fire crackled as she surged towards the Svartálfar about to defile the property of the man she, Humayra daughter of Rawiya, loved. She howled, a crackling inferno surging in to burn him.

The Svartálfar fled into the shadows.

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Aleah Buckley

The thumb ripped out of my mouth. I gasped and shuddered, my body beset by desires. I wanted the dark elf so much. I just had to impale myself on his gorgeous perfection. But then he vanished. He fled before the whirling flames rushing at me.

I screamed as I realized it was Ms. Reid. She was coming to consume me. I had almost surrendered. I’d almost betrayed Corey. I had sucked on the man’s thumb. I suddenly felt so dirty. I was Corey’s first sex slave. I served my master with all my heart, and I almost betrayed him.

I threw my arms wide. “Burn me!”

The flame swept over me. They licked at my body. Warm and hot. I closed my eyes, waiting for the pain of my punishment to consume me. For the fire to roast my aching nipples and breasts. To burn up through my sinful pussy and devour me from the inside.

They didn’t.

They didn’t hurt me at all.

“Why aren’t you burning me?” I gasped to the fire swirling around me.

“And burn Corey’s heart to cinders?” the flames crackled. “Aleah, I can feel your passion. Father Black might have smothered it with his darkness, confused you, but the coals never really died. Let them blaze bright for Corey.”

“Yes!” I howled, thinking of him. Red hair. Handsome. That dominating smile. The way he controlled me. Gave me what I craved. What I had always wanted. When he came to me last year and seized me, he showed me what I needed.

The flames burned bright around me.

A man screamed.

Through the crackle and fury, I heard the dark elf dying. Ms. Reid burned him with her essence. It didn’t hurt me because our passions were the same. Both of us blazed for the same man. Corey. Not the dark elf.

He couldn’t burn for anyone. He was just cold. Dark. There was no true passion waiting in the shadows, just intriguing mystery that led you away from the fire. Away from all that was good and lovely into the trap of night. A maze so easy to get lost in.

The screams cut off. The fire roared one last time.

Vanished.

Ms. Reid appeared beside me and slumped into my arms. She panted, clutching to me. She slumped and I gasped, pulled off-balanced. I couldn’t keep her from falling. All I could do was set her down and end up on my knees beside her.

The stage smoked around us, the wood charred and blackened everywhere but around me. The curtains smoldered. A greasy pale of vapor drifted from nearby, shaped almost like a slender man before it diffused into the gray haze around us.

“I saved you,” Ms. Reid groaned.

“You did,” I said, trembling. “Thank you. I hope he chooses you. That was amazing. You burned so hot. You were amazing, Ms. Reid.”

I bent down and kissed her. Her lips were cool.

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Corey Derrickson

“I get why you’re here,” I said to Asra, facing her on the roof of the school.

She glared at me, her pale-white face full of loathing. Hatred. Her dark eyes, surrounded by heavy eye shadow, were almost pits. A pair of open graves. She advanced on me, her combat boots stomping on the smooth cement. The fishnet stockings clung to her slender thighs. The wind played with her black hair, the ends almost blowing like smoke.

“Why you’re doing this.”

“Attacking your women?” she demanded, her black-painted lip curling back in a snarl. “You think you know why I’m doing any of this?”

“I know exactly why,” I told her, not caring that a murderous, cannibalistic Ghul in the form of a goth girl advanced on me.

“Because I’m a filthy, disgusting Ghul?” Her words spat out as she stopped five feet from me. “That’s what they think, isn’t it? What the Sultan thinks. Your friend Kyle sees us as filth! Animals! Monsters who eat his kind!” Her black eyes danced with wild madness. “Tell me, Corey! Tell me what you think about me! That I’m wicked! Evil! Untrustworthy!”

I shrugged. “I’m not Kyle. I don’t know what he thinks about you.”

“Oh, no, he proved exactly what he thinks of my people. He rules all five clans of the Hidden People, but not a single Ghul female was chosen to compete to be one of your women. Not even I was offered the chance. Me! Asra al-Ghul. My brother is the sheikh of our tribe after your friend killed our father!”

“And that’s why you’re here,” I said.

“Yes!” She pointed a finger at me ending in a sharp, black nail. My left arm throbbed in memory of her clawing me yesterday. “I’m here to avenge my clan! To stop you from having your fun! To keep any of those girls from winning honor for their clan by being your wife!”

I snorted. “That’s not it at all. You’re not here to avenge or revenge.”

She sneered. “I’m not? Then what am I doing now? Why do I have these beings running around to seduce your women away? I’m here to make your life miserable.”

“I won’t deny that you’re being a bitch, but that’s not why you’re here. You’re just angry. So angry it’s bleeding out of you so much it’s drowning out the real reason you’re here.”

“Please, tell me, oh, great Corey! Seducer of women. Master of sluts! You must know so much about me!”

“You’re here to prove that your tribe is just as appealing as the others.” I smiled. “That’s it, isn’t it? Why you’re so bitter. You hate that your clan is looked down upon by the others.”

“Of course I am!” Her entire body shook. “We were all created at the same time. Out of the primordial essence of the universe. They like to think they’re noble and pure. ‘I’m made of living flame look at me whirl.’” She spat. “They don’t realize what they are. The various parts of life. The flesh. The blood. The breath. The life. And the death! Us! We’re just as much a part of the cycle of mortality as they are. We’re the reality of creation. The end of everything. They know it and despise us.”

“So you came here to prove you could be just as sexy as a Jann or a Si’lat.” My eyes flicked up and down her body. “I mean, look at you. That sexy goth girl outfit is hot. The stockings. The makeup. Shit, even the combat boots are appealing. Makes me want to just bend you over, rip off those stockings, and pound you hard.”

She spat at me. “Pig.”

“And that’s the problem. You’re so full of bitter anger, you can’t pull it off. The dark seductress. I didn’t fall for you because of that hostility. I just assumed you hated me.”

“Thought I was a lesbian! A dyke!” She flexed her fingers. “That I couldn’t be attracted to you at all. What is the point of this, Corey? To mock me? To taunt me?”

“There’s that hatred. You want to rip me apart.”

“Yes!” Her words slammed into me. The force of her anger tried to throw me back. “You’re meat. I want to tear you apart. I’m a monster, but I’m on a leash. If I could, I would peel the skin off of you inch by inch. I would gobble it down before turning to other tasty morsels.”

“I choose you, Asra,” I said, my voice calm.

She flinched back two steps. The anger in her fled out like air hissing from a punctured balloon. She stared at me in shock. Confusion. Bewilderment.

“You’re the Djinn I choose for my wife,” I said and marched towards her.

“Why?” she asked, her voice croaking. She looked away from me. Her black hair fell over her face, a shield. “I’m a monster.”

“Maybe.”

“You don’t love me.” Her gaze snapped up. The anger and bitterness returned. “Don’t want me.”

“I don’t love you,” I said, grabbing her arms, “but I can’t say I don’t want you. I mean, you are fuckable, Asra. Cute and sexy in that Goth-girl way.”

“But you don’t want to marry me!”

“I don’t, but I want to protect my harem. I can’t kill you. I’m just a human. I have no power to affect one of your kind, and I have a feeling that the others can’t kill you, either.”

She didn’t contradict me.

“That’s what I thought. If they could, they would have come at you head on. Probably some law, right? But that puts me in a bind. I could run like a bitch to Kyle and tattle on you, or I could be a man and solve the problem. To protect my harem, Aleah and Tania and the others, I need to neutralize you. This is the easiest way. You’re my wife, Asra al-Ghul.”

“And the other four?” she asked, her voice suddenly quiet. She stared at me with this look of open vulnerability now. Raw pain and anguish mixed with a smattering of hope.

“They’re my business.” I slid my hands up from her arms to cup her pale-white face. My thumbs stroked across her features. “So are you going to do this? I know this is what you want.”

“I do,” she said. “That’s why I snuck out of the Hidden Realm and defied the Sultan. You’re right. I just… I saw you and I couldn’t help hating you, Corey. And now… You should hate me, too.” Tears appeared in her eyes.

“Don’t cry,” I told her. “That much mascara on, it’s going to run.”

But her tears spilled anyways, leaving shadowy lines that ran down her cheeks to my thumbs. “Why? Why don’t you hate me?”

“When I realized it, what drove you, I just felt pity. I don’t know why Kyle didn’t give your people a chance, maybe it’s as you believe. The others all seem to hate you, but look at you. How bad can Ghuls be if you can appear as cute as you are? So, this is your chance to win. You know what you have to do.”

She nodded.

“Then fall to my knees and suck my cock. Show me that you’re my wife. That you’ll obey me.”

“Not afraid I’ll bite it off?” she asked, something dark and playful shifting into her eyes now.

“Are you going to enjoy burning in that Genie Hell they told me about?”

She smiled. And then her clothing vanished in a black fog. The fume rose around her and dissipated leaving her pale flesh naked. Her small breasts quivering, topped by pale-pink nipples. She had a black bush that stood out against her ivory skin, and I could see all of the spiderweb tattoo on her inner, right thigh. It reached up towards her pussy.

The Ghul fell to her knees before me. Her hand grabbed my cock. Her black lips nuzzled into the tip. She stared up at me, looking even cuter with the vulnerable lines of smeared mascara running down her cheeks.

Her mouth slid over my cock. I shuddered at the feel of her devouring my dick. She worked her mouth over it, sliding across my shaft. I groaned, at the delicious glide of her hot mouth swallowing me. Her tongue darted around my shaft. She caressed me. Teased me.

Sucked.

“Fuck,” I groaned as the Ghul stared up at me with those dark and hungry eyes.

She nursed on me with that same hunger. She couldn’t devour all of me, but she could enjoy my cum. My hands ran through her silky, black hair. My wife—I knew in that moment that she was my wife, some immutable laws of creation binding her to me—bobbed her head. She worked her mouth up and down my cock, twisting her head, enjoying every bit of my cock.

Immutable laws… I didn’t need Kyle’s permission to marry her.

Her teeth lightly grazed my shaft. Not enough to hurt, but almost a reminder of how dangerous she was. That sent a wicked thrill through me. My cock throbbed and ached inside of her mouth. Her head shifted around me, rubbing my cock against the inside of her cheeks.

Her left hand seized my balls. A look of triumph flashed in her dark eyes as she kneaded my nuts.

I chuckled. “You’ve been wanting to get your hands on those for a while. Only you wanted to crush them, didn’t you?”

She winked at me and massaged my nuts with a gentle touch.

I groaned, knowing the other genies were taking care of Asra’s minions. So I let myself enjoy my wife’s blowjob. She danced her tongue around my cock while she coaxed at my cum. She brought me closer and closer to that point of eruption.

To flooding her mouth with my spunk.

My hips pumped away at her mouth then. I fucked her, loving her hungry sucking. The slurping sounds rose, growing sloppier. I gripped her head, using her mouth as a pussy. She didn’t fight me. She stroked the base of my cock and nursed on the other end.

“Shit!” I groaned. “Asra, when you’re not an angry bitch, you’re sexy as fuck.”

She sucked harder at that.

“Yeah, that’s better, isn’t it? Mmm, that’s what you wanted. Come on, draw out that jizz. Massage my balls. Shit, you’re getting it. You’re going to make me cum hard.”

Her nursing pressure surged delight through me. I grunted and groaned, savoring the way her mascara-stained cheeks hollowed. She was such a sexy thing. A gorgeous creature. A deadly monster who worshiped my cock.

How could I not find this a thrill?

I rammed my cock to the back of her throat. I groaned at the rush of pressure surging to the tip of my cock as I drew back. Her suction created a powerful vacuum. I groaned, threw back my head, and snarled my triumph to the school.

“Asra al-Ghul is mine!”

My cum pumped into her mouth. Spurt after spurt of my jizz flooded her. She groaned and gulped it down. She swallowed it with hunger. Her long lashes fluttered as she gulped it down. A purring moan of delight rose from her.

She nursed on me, drawing out every drop of cum. The pleasure burned across my mind. I panted and groaned, savoring every moment of her guzzling down my cum. She drank it all down, satisfaction in her eyes.

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Asra al-Ghul

The Ghul slid her mouth off her husband’s cock. She trembled, her pussy soaking wet from devouring his cum. His cock had felt so warm and alive in her mouth. She so wanted to bite down on him. He had shown no fear of her.

He knew she was a monster and still stuck his dick in her mouth.

“You are a brave man, husband,” she purred up at him.

“Because I stuck my dick in your mouth?”

“For marching up here, alone, to face a murderous Ghul.”

“I came up here to fuck a hot, Goth chick.” He slid his hand through her hair. “To claim my bride.”

She shuddered. He stood tall and strong. Powerful and handsome. She had wanted him so much the first time she saw him on Tuesday. But seeing him, the man who the Sultan chose to be rewarded with a bride from any clan but hers, had filled her with a deadly rage.

She spat bile at him even while hating herself for doing it. So she’d convinced herself she could never win, never have him, and embraced the anger. Asra had twisted her motives around to punishing him. But she was really punishing herself because she believed it.

Ghuls were disgusting. Were eaters of the dead. Were foul. Monsters.

And he still chose me.

She wanted to cry again. She pushed it down and then gasped as he pulled her to her feet. He pressed her against the short wall that ran around the school. She sat down on it, the dorms behind them. He fell to his knees.

“Your turn,” he said, his hands sliding up her thighs as he pushed them apart. He caressed over her tattoo with one hand, pausing for a moment to brush a strand of inked webbing.

“Corey!” she gasped as her husband buried his face into her black bush.

Asra groaned as he licked at her hot, virgin flesh. She threw her thighs over him and leaned out over the edge. The height didn’t bother her. She could become a noxious vapor, poisonous and foul, and fly on the wind.

Her legs held tight to his head, her hands sliding up to cup her small breasts. She squeezed her pale mounds as he licked her. His tongue fluttered up and down her pussy. He caressed her hot flesh. She whimpered and squirmed. Her hair danced behind her as he devoured her delicious twat.

He feasted on her juicy snatch with hunger. His tongue danced up and down her slit. He stroked her vulva. She groaned, wiggling her hips from side to side. She ground on him as he caressed up and down her pussy lips. He brushed her clit, bursting sparks in her.

“Corey!” Asra moaned.

He stared up at her with that hunger in his eyes as he kept licking her. His tongue dragged over her cuntlips. He caressed her. Swept over her. Again and again, he lapped at her. Devoured her. She groaned and ground against him. She kept her thighs squeezed tight about him, holding onto him as he feasted on her.

Just like she’d devoured him, he did the same. His salty cum lingered in her mouth. It was her first taste of a man’s seed—her husband’s seed—and she’d enjoyed it. A giddy thrill ran through her. She’d won.

He picked me!

She laughed in delight that turned into a moan of pleasure as he sucked on her clit. He nibbled on her bud, pleasure sparking through her hot flesh. Sucking on his dick had already turned her on, now Corey fanned those aroused flames to feverish heights.

She groaned and shuddered, clutching tight to his head as she leaned out over the edge. The wind whipped over her naked breasts. Her breasts jiggled. His tongue drove around her clit between sucks. Her nub throbbed. Ached.

She felt so free.

“My husband!” she moaned, her orgasm climbing faster and faster in her. “Oh, yes, yes, my husband!”

He nipped her clit with his teeth. A sharp flare of wondrous pain burst through her.

She came.

Her first orgasm exploded through her body. She gasped at the wave washing through her flesh. A wild heat swelled through the Ghul. She bucked and shuddered, her breasts jiggling in her kneading fingers.

“Corey! Corey!”

He lapped up the juices that gushed out of her virgin depths. He ran his tongue over her hymen while the pleasure drowned her thoughts. The bliss swept over her. She never felt so amazing. She could float in her corporeal form. Just drift away.

Only his hands grabbing her ass anchored her to her husband. His head lifted. Her thighs relaxed. “Take me!” she howled. “I’m your wife, Corey! Take me!”

“Asra!” he growled, rose, and kissed her with lips seasoned with her sweet pussy.

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Corey Derrickson

I kissed Asra, her sweet pussy cream seasoning our passion. She was as fuckable as I thought. Hot and sexy. And a virgin.

I brought my cock to her innocent flesh, aching to be in her. I pressed through her black bush and found the hot folds of her pussy. Her hymen. I pushed against it. She squirmed, her thighs clutching my hips. Her arms slid around me, her fingernails digging into my back. Small breasts pressed into my chest.

She wanted me to deflower her. To be my wife fully.

I rammed against her hymen and tore through it. Her cherry popped. Virgin cunt engulfed me. My Djinn wife moaned into our kiss. Her tongue thrust into my mouth as my cock sank deeper and deeper into her once-pure pussy.

My pussy.

My Ghul.

My monster.

I kissed her with hunger as I bottomed out in her. My balls smacked into her taint. Her fingernails clawed across my back. Pain flared, but I didn’t care. I kissed her hard as I drew back my cock, her tight pussy clinging to me. Massaging me.

I slammed back into her. I rammed to the hilt in her cunt. I buried deep and hard. I plunged to the hilt in her. She squealed into the kiss, her tongue dancing with mine. I savored it, her pussy clenching about my cock.

I pumped away at her. I slammed deep and hard into her cunt. I buried over and over into her delicious snatch. She held me tight, her pussy squeezing around my cock. I groaned, my fingers grabbing her rump.

I broke the kiss, gasping, “Asra!”

“Yes, yes!” she moaned, her hips rotating, stirring her cunt around my cock. “Oh, Corey, yes!”

I grinned at her. “Mmm, that’s perfect. That’s amazing. Your pussy is gripping me. Squeezing me. I’m going to erupt in you!”

“Good!” she moaned, her smile growing. “Spill all that cum in me! Mmm, shower me in your spunk! Give it to me, husband! Show the world that you chose me!”

“Gladly!” I panted, pumping away hard and fast. “You’re mine, Asra. My monster!”

She hissed in delight, her pussy clenching around my thrusting cock. She held me tight, massaging me as I buried into her again and again. I rammed deep and hard into her. I enjoyed every moment of her cunt massaging me.

My balls smacked into her, growing heavier and heavier. My cum swelled towards a boil. Fed by the heat of her cunt. Her pussy clenched around me, massaging me. I groaned, my fingers digging into her ass.

“Corey!” she moaned, her head leaning out over the edge. “Yes, yes! Your cock, Corey! Your cock is amazing!”

“Then why aren’t you cumming on it?” I asked her, grinning.

“Because… because… Yes!”

Her cunt writhed around my dick. Her flesh spasmed. Went wild. I loved her hot and juicy twat that massaging me. It was incredible to experience. A delight to enjoy. I groaned, reveling in every moment of her pussy spasming and convulsing around me.

I buried into her pussy, the heat flowing down my cock to my balls. They ached. Swelled. The pressure hit that boiling point. I groaned and rammed to the hilt in her. My cum exploded into my wife’s pussy.

My Ghul gasped, her eyes widening.

“Yes!” I moaned. “You’re mine, Asra!”

Her pussy convulsed wildly. Her flesh spasmed harder around me, milking me. She carried me towards the peak of rapture. I shuddered and bucked, pumping my spunk into her again and again. The pleasure blazed across my mind.

I kissed my Ghul. I held my monstrous and cute wife in my arms. Her pussy wrung my balls dry. The pleasure blazed across my mind. Her arms and thighs held me. Her small breasts rubbed into my chest. She kissed me with hunger.

She was mine.

Now I had to tell the other four about my decisions.

To be continued…

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