Brandi, Protector of the Gateway Pt. 09

Nicolette scowled as she strode down the hallway. She was starting to attract stares - not for her unhappy facial expression (most of Antioch's student population was used to Nicolette's mood swings) but for her unusual gait.

Typically, Nicolette would place one foot in front of the other, her hips swinging as she stalked around the school. Her hands would be busy - holding books, checking her hair, waving at her innumerable friends and admirers.

Today, her fists were balled, and her walk more closely resembled an angry footballer than the pert young cheerleader that she'd been just a few days earlier.

The young Christian girl was horny, hungry for cock...and not having any luck finding it.

I need to fuck.

The thought echoed through her mind repeatedly, even as people dodged her burly march. My body is becoming more and more perfect for child-bearing, but I can't do anything about it until I find someone to fuck me.

Why can't I find anyone to fuck me??

It wasn't as though she hadn't been putting in the effort - Nicolette had attempted her way through most of the football team, but to her surprise, had received rejection after rejection.

I'm the hottest babe in school, she reminded herself angrily. Why the fuck does no one want to fuck?

The closest she'd gotten was with Charlie, one of the assistant coaches - Nicolette had no way of knowing that earlier in the week, he'd been instructed by Mr. Foster to coat as many girls as he could with his cum, but even he had struggled to get off as he desperately jerked off above the sight of Nicolette's taut, muscular figure.

Hour-by-hour, her muscles were becoming harder and more defined. Her breasts were barely recognizable as breasts any more, although her nipples still provided her with the same erotic fireworks when they were played with. She'd been so delighted that Charlie hadn't outright rejected her advances - the look on his face as she'd stripped off for him, however, had quickly told her that she wasn't getting laid.

Nicolette was so desperate, however, that letting a guy cum on her seemed like a far more attractive option than leaving completely unsatiated, and so she'd desperately frigged herself as he pumped his cock until it fired wave after wave of thick cum all over her body.

Nicolette had managed to cum, but it hadn't been enough. She needed more than to just get guys off - she needed to get laid. She needed to get pregnant.

As she passed one of the science labs, a thought struck her. It was a thought that she would never even have considered even a few days ago.

What if she lowered her standards?

She stood outside the 'geek workshop' (as she'd always thought of it) considering her options. On one hand, she had a reputation to protect. But her desire to get knocked up wasn't going away. Nicolette had never really understood true need until now. She needed to feel life growing inside her, or she felt as though she'd wither away.

A small moan escaped her lips at the thought. She desperately needed to get pumped full of seed, she needed a man's offering to find her ovaries, complete her as a woman. She needed it more than she'd never needed anything.

Yes, her reputation was important...but she was dating Duncan, and he was a geek. Any popularity he had these days was due to her - if she could get a geek to knock her up, she could throw him a bit of popularity. After all, she had plenty to spare.

And she knew how desperate nerds were. They were sure to throw her the bone she desperately needed. And god did she need to be boned...

Before she could talk herself out of it, Nicolette pushed the lab door open. There was only one kid in there, a pudgy boy whose name she didn't know.

Perfect.

"Hi," she said, showing her perfect teeth in a grin. "Are you busy?"

"N-n-no," the geek stammered, and Nicolette's eyes lit up in response.

He was exactly what she was looking for.

###

Lily gripped the counter as her head rolled around with pleasure. She was used to high school boys, pumping into her a few times until they dumped their load and rolled off.

Not Greg.

They'd been fucking for half an hour now; it had been a roller coaster. Different positions, speeds, techniques...Lily had been ready to cum almost as soon as Greg's had entered her, but he'd delayed her orgasm, repeatedly bringing her to the brink and slowing down before she could cum, a wicked grin on his face all the while.

Finally, when his own orgasm had approached, he'd pulled hard on both her nipples and really let loose, pounding into her fast and rhythmically. No longer was he teasing, but neither was he specifically leading her to climax; Greg was focusing on his own pleasure, using Lily's body to induce an orgasm.

It was that thought that burned into her brain as she came, her pussy clenching around Greg's erection as it pulsated and filled her with cum.

"Come back tonight," Greg grunted as Lily slowly got redressed.

"Why?"

He raised one eyebrow, and a thrill ran through her body. She wasn't even allowed to question him - hot. She'd never done anything like this before, and the hex's influence meant that every new experience was a sexual thrill.

"Should I bring anything? Or...anyone?"

"Just you," Greg drawled, pulling his pants back up. "Wear something..."

His eyes scanned her body.

"Wear something like that."

"Of course," Lily replied earnestly. "I'll be here."

###

"Um...uh, Nicolette...I'm...I'm not sure about this."

A fire came into Nicolette's eyes.

"What?"

"I'm just...I'm not..."

The cheerleader was naked; she felt so good, getting out of her clothes, showing off her perfect body. The geek, whatever his name was. was still fully dressed, but Nicolette had reached down his slacks and wrapped her strong hand around his greasy, flaccid cock.

Nicolette responded to his protestations by running a hand down her side, enjoying her own firmness. There wasn't an inch of flab - you could break a piece of wood on her, and she'd barely even notice.

"C'mon," she cooed. "Don't you want a piece of this? I'm the most popular girl in school...and I can be all yours."

"Uh..."

"Can't you imagine it? Walking into class, everyone looking at you, knowing you're banging such a perfect piece of ass."

Nicolette turned and clenched her rock-hard buttocks, moving one of his hands down to touch them. Her ass was perfect - if she didn't want a baby so bad, she'd have let him fuck her there instead. As it was, she had an agenda in mind.

He shuddered in what she assumed was pleasure.

"I'm your dirty little slut," she hissed, her deep voice resonating through the room. "Now fuck me."

"I'm...I'm really not sure I can."

"Please..."

"I'm sorry Nic...Nic...Nicolette."

The teen girl grimaced.

"Just lie back," she rasped. "And let me do the work..."

Pulling his floppy cock out, Nicolette took it into her mouth, and desperately started licking and sucking it, doing everything she could to get a rise out of him.

She was going to get this geek's sperm if it killed her.

###

Before Lily left Greg's store, he showed her how the vibrator worked.

"This will be running until I see you again," he said. "And I have the controls - it's on low now, but I can change that at any point. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she'd said, and his parting words had echoed in her head for the whole bus ride:

"I own you."

She'd slipped into school, not even caring about being late, ignoring the stares that her outfit provoked. School suddenly seemed so irrelevant - it had been less of a priority since she'd started helping Brandi protect the world, but now it was hard to care about it at all.

Books. Learning. Careers. What did any of it matter? As the buzz between her legs constantly reminded her, she had an owner now. If he didn't want her to know how to read, why should she even bother?

Greg had awoken something deep inside her, and she couldn't wait to explore it further. She never wanted to stop pushing her boundaries, becoming more depraved, darker...more free.

Passing the science lab, she heard a familiar voice.

"No! Please..."

Poking her head in, she saw Christopher, one of the geeks in her study group, with his eyes squinted shut, Nicolette kneeling in front of him.

It looked as though he'd just cum in her mouth; as she angrily protested, white specks flew out.

"I need you to fuck me! We had a deal!"

Lily gawped at Nicolette - she'd noticed the cheerleader getting more muscular, but this was ridiculous. She looked like a parody of masculinity - her shoulders seemed to have broadened, her hips were non-existent, and if you'd put a football uniform on the young woman, it would have been easy to mistake her for a man.

The only remaining sign of her womanhood was her pussy, which Nicolette was desperately playing with, curling two fingers into herself and repeatedly thrusting. From the look in her eyes, Lily suspected that Nicolette wasn't even aware that she was doing it.

"I'm sorry," Christopher stammered in reply. With a grin, Lily made her entrance.

"Hey guys."

"Lily!"

Christopher gawped at the sight of his formerly-shy study buddy, dressed in a white T-shirt that barely hid anything. He glanced down to see what looked like cum dripping down one of her legs.

It couldn't be.

Could it?

For the past twenty minutes, Nicolette had been fellating him - he'd managed to maintain an erection by closing his eyes and pretending it was someone - anyone - else. When he finally got hard, the excitement of his first blow-job had overwhelmed him, and he'd cum in Nicolette's mouth without warning.

"Can you give us a minute?" Lily asked, and with a nod Christopher pulled up his slacks, and exited the room.

What the hell happened to Lily? he asked himself. Has she been hiding that body the whole time?

As Christopher left, Nicolette stared at Lily. She'd been dressed to kill yesterday, but this...this was something else.

The moment Christopher closed the room, Mr. Foster's command kicked in. The two girls practically leapt into each other's arms; Lily's tongue began exploring Nicolette's mouth, cleaning all of Christopher's seed out, and Nicolette enjoyed, for the first time in what felt like forever, truly feeling wanted.

Reaching between the redhead's legs, Nicolette was surprised to find a hot buzz. Rather than waste time with explanations, Lily guided her hand to her ass instead, which Nicolette began enthusiastically grasping and squeezing.

"Please..." Nicolette moaned, and Lily pulled back, concerned by the desperate note in her voice.

"What's wrong, Nick?"

With a sigh, Nicolette began to explain her woes. As she listened, Lily nipped and sucked Nicolette's muscular exposed flesh, nodding sympathetically.

"So you want to get pregnant?" she eventually asked, before roughly pulling Nicolette's mouth to hers so their tongues could dance.

"That's right," Nicolette said, gasping for breath. She didn't understand the connection that she and Lily had - except, of course, that it made sense to practice with women when there were no men around...but at that moment, she was profoundly grateful that it existed.

"And no one will fuck you?"

Nicolette nodded, even as Lily reached down and roughly inserted two fingers into Nicolette's needy snatch.

"Well," the redhead said thoughtfully, "maybe there's something we can do about that."

With a tremendous amount of self-control, Lily pulled herself away from Nicolette and opened the door to the lab.

"Christopher," she sang into the hallway, "can you come in here?"

"Hi Lily," Christopher said shyly. "W-w-what can I do for you?"

"I want you to cum in my mouth." Lily said, and Christopher's eyes widened in shock.

"Lil?"

"And then," Lily said, waving off Nicolette's question, "I'm going to go down on my friend here, and she's going to get pregnant with your baby.

"Any questions?"

Christopher opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Lily peeled off her shirt.

By chance, Greg chose that moment to increase up the intensity of her toy, and the young redhead smiled in pleasure.

"Let's go."

***

Duncan tapped his pencil on the desk repeatedly. 2:42pm.

Still.

How could it be 2:42? he wondered. It felt like it had been 2:42 for close to a decade now.

The entire day had followed a similar pattern for the young football player. Every minute had seemed like an eternity, each class had dragged and dragged as minutes ticked by agonizingly slowly. Duncan reached into his pocket and grasped the note comfortingly. He'd read it a thousand times since he'd first seen it in his locker, memorizing not only exactly what it said, but every bump of Jeff's lettering.

Six pm. Friday.

Today.

Three hours, eighteen minutes to go. Unless...nope. Duncan looked at the clock, hoping that another minute had passed, but no such luck. It was still 2:42, and he was starting to suspect that it was going to be 2:42 forever.

6pm. Friday. Jeff's house.

Watching the seconds tick by impossibly slowly was the most frustrating experience of Duncan's life.

After another two hours, the clock ticked over.

2:43. Three hours, seventeen minutes to go.

He couldn't wait.

###

"Nicolette!"

Duncan had no idea what he was going to do with his afternoon - sit at home and watch every second of every minute tick by, probably - but after his infinitely-long class ended, he was surprised to run straight into his girlfriend.

His girlfriend. For a moment, he wondered if he should feel bad about how much he was looking to spending the night with someone who wasn't her, but then he remembered what he'd learned from Mr. Foster - it was the curse of a huge cock. He needed other, similarly-cursed men to help him out. It wasn't a gay thing, it was purely biological.

"You look good."

He wasn't lying. Nicolette was practically glowing - she and Lily had spent the last hour together, working in tandem. Lily would attract men, get them to cum in her mouth...and then go down on Nicolette, bringing her to orgasm after glorious orgasm, and filling her pussy with precious spunk at the same time.

She was sure she was pregnant now. She just had to be. The two of them had seduced five men; at least one of their offerings must have found its target.

Well, if she was being honest, Lily had taken the lead in seducing them. For reasons Nicolette couldn't understand, she was increasingly unsuccessful in that arena. She wanted nothing more than to be pounded into submission by a strong, muscular man, but as soon as she showed off her perfect body, they seemed to run scared.

The idea of taking Duncan into the janitor's office and fucking him silly popped into her head, but a sudden fear struck her: What if he wasn't into it? What if he rejected her?

What if her boyfriend, who she loved, didn't want to fuck her?

Like all the other men.

Nicolette wasn't sure she could handle that, and suddenly grew shy.

"What are you up to?" she asked awkwardly.

"Nothing planned," Duncan replied. "Do we have a thing tonight?"

"A thing?"

"You know." Nicolette looked around to make sure that no one was listening. "A demon thing."

"Oh!"

In his obsession with the sweaty slip of paper in his hand, Duncan had completely forgotten about any other possible obligations.

"I'm not sure - I'll check with Brandi and let you know, okay?"

"Sure thing," Nicolette replied. The pair of them stood there uncomfortably until Duncan leaned forward and gave her a quick peck on the lips.

"Love you."

"Love you too."

It wasn't until after Duncan had walked away that Nicolette realized the significance of what had just happened. Neither of them had ever used the L word before - not even after he'd taken her virginity.

Her smile returned. She was young, she was in love...and she was almost certainly pregnant. Life was good.

###

"Heya B," Duncan said, dropping his bag next to the Protector's. He tried to avoid looking at the clock more than once every ten seconds. 3:24pm.

Two hours, thirty-six minutes to go. In a minute, it would be two hours and thirty-five minutes to go, and that was just five minutes away from being two and a half hours...

He shook his head.

Quit it, he told himself. You're obsessing.

"Duncan!"

Brandi looked at him, wide-eyed. She'd spent the whole day struggling in her classes, feeling more and more stupid as the day went on. And she was so damn horny. It was as if the dumber she felt, the hornier she felt...

No. No, that couldn't be right. What a stupid thought.

A pang of arousal shot through her body.

She'd come to the library to stop herself from heading into the bathroom and getting off. Something about that wouldn't be right. She couldn't pin her finger on exactly what, but she knew that something about it wouldn't be right.

"Do we have a meeting tonight?"

Brandi's hands covered her mouth in shock.

"Do we?? I'm so sorry! I didn't realise! I...I..."

Duncan laughed, holding his hand out comfortingly.

"Relax, Brandi, you're not in trouble." 3:26. "I'm just checking. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Brandi said, a little too quickly. She was aware of just how wet she was - she was starting to wonder if she made a squishing sound while she walked.

Can Duncan smell it? she asked herself. Can he smell how turned on I am? Why am I so turned on?

I need a release.

Mr. Foster's words suddenly hit her like a truck. When she was turned on, she needed a release - a low-hanging fruit. Someone attainable. Someone who she could use to get off...

Duncan.

Brandi looked at her friend hungrily. He barely even noticed - he was too busy trying to avoid doing the maths: two hours, thirty-three minutes. 153 minutes. That could be broken down into fifteen ten-minute chunks. Or ten fifteen-minute waits. A quarter of an hour - that was nothing. Ten of them would be fine.

"Duncan," Brandi said, glancing at the library door. "Would you say you're attracted to me?"

That caught his attention. He stopped trying to decide whether fifty-one waits of three minutes each was preferable to seventeen nine-minute waits, and turned his attention to his friend.

The memory of her walking in on him came to the forefront of his mind, and he stammered a response.

"I, uh...you...I mean..."

"Because," Brandi said, standing up and walking towards him, "I would say that I am very attracted to you."

Duncan's eyes widened. He'd been waiting to hear something like this for a full year now: The Protector of the Gateway, the girl he'd lusted after since they'd first met...was flirting with him.

No, more than flirting. She was outright hitting on him.

Inside Duncan, a small battle waged. His true memories teamed up with the Mr. Foster's instructions and battled the hex's influence. He wanted Brandi...and since she'd seen him jerking off his huge member, he was sure that she wanted him to.

On the other hond, his attraction to Jeff was...

No, not attraction. Help. They were just two large-cocked men helping each other out. It was nothing more than that. He still wanted women. Girls.

He still wanted Brandi.

Making up his mind, Duncan grinned, and stood up.

"What are you thinking?" he asked.

Before he could say another word, Brandi's arms were wrapped around him, her tongue in his mouth.