Brandi, Protector of the Gateway Pt. 11

Brandi, the Protector of the Gateway: Season 2

by Pan

Chapter 11:

"No!" Duncan exclaimed, while Kristine and Jeff shared a knowing glance. "No, damn it - I'm not gay!"

"It's okay honey," the older woman said sympathetically. "No one here is going to...-"

"I'm not gay," he insisted, and Mrs. Winters moaned in surprise as he pulled out of her. Before she could regain her composure (at least, as much composure as one can regain while naked and spreadeagled on the carpet) Duncan had gathered his clothes and left.

He'd spent the next half hour making his way to Nicolette's house, and then when there was no sign of her there, headed straight to the school. He'd found her in the library, looking - impossibly - more muscular than the last time he'd seen her.

Duncan knew he was straight. He was straight and obsessed with fucking women with his huge cock. His desire for Jeff was an aberration, irrelevant in the scheme of things. After all, he'd fucked both Brandi and her mother within a few hours of each other - two women. Women who he'd been lusting after for many months now.

So what if he wanted to take Jeff into a private room and spend a few hours getting each other off? That was just what men with huge cocks did, to help each other out.

It didn't make him gay.

And so he'd immediately sought out his girlfriend - his female, woman girlfriend - to prove his masculinity. She hadn't been at home, and so Duncan had headed straight for the school.

"Well maybe I don't want to talk to you," Nicolette said when he found her, but her heart wasn't in it. She knew that she was meant to be furious at Duncan - a few hours ago, she'd caught him cheating on her in this very room...with Brandi, of all people.

But getting mad at him, playing hard-to-get...those were the actions of the old Nicolette, when she'd still had a body to kill for, and social status to spare. Now, she was...well, she wasn't in a position to lose any more friends.

Sure, Duncan had been a geek when they met, but now he was...if not "cool", certainly higher up the totem than she was. And it was obvious that he was able pull attractive women - if Brandi hadn't been enough evidence of that, he practically reeked of sex.

A part of her wanted to ask where he'd been, who he'd been fucking. But she knew that if she did, she risked losing the one guy who was still attracted to her.

"What's wrong, babe?"

It didn't take her long to make up her mind.

"I don't want to talk about it," she said, wrapping her muscular arms around him. "In fact...I don't want to talk at all."

Duncan grinned as her tongue slipped into his mouth. This was what he was all about - women. Her body was firm against his, and with his eyes closed, it was easy to focus on her muscular form.

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The middle-aged librarian's eyes gleamed as he unzipped his pants. He had the demon exactly where he wanted him - unconscious, helpless, and subdued.

"This is what you get," he gloated. "This is what happens when you mess with a Mentor."

"No..." Mr. Foster muttered, silently cursing when his whimper caused the Brit to hesitate. Perhaps he'd laid it on a little thick - Niles wasn't an inherently cruel man, and he needed to skirt that line of helplessness. Thinking fast, he continued:

"No, Brandi...don't stop."

The sound of Niles' belt clinking almost caused Mr. Foster to smile, but he managed to resist. He was so close.

"Suck your mother's tits," he mumbled, and even through the haze of exhaustion, he could feel Niles' anger flare.

"How do you like this?" he snarled.

Mr. Foster opened his mouth to emit another utterance, and was delighted to find that before he could get any words out, the Mentor's erection forcibly entered his mouth.

When he'd been at college, almost twenty years ago, Niles had experimented with homosexuality - he'd enjoyed the few encounters he'd been involved with, but it utterly paled in comparison to the strength of his feelings for women, and so he had never felt the need to revisit same-sex relationships.

The concoction of emotions and urges that Mr. Foster had been brewing, however, meant that for the moment, sexuality was irrelevant. Gay, straight, bisexual - nothing mattered except getting his revenge on the demon who had infiltrated the school, infiltrated the Protector and her closest friends.

And in that moment, no revenge seemed more suitable than fucking the demon's throat raw and cumming down his neck.

The compulsion to dominate, the desperate need to get off, and the burning desire for payback combined in the normally mild-mannered man, and soon his hands were gripping the seemingly-unconscious counsellor's hair and using his slack-jawed mouth to pleasure himelf.

Mr. Foster had to remind himself to continue the bluff - Niles was distracted, but not so distracted that he wouldn't notice his cock suddenly lengthening, or his sensitively abruptly increasing tenfold.

Not, of course, that he particularly needs it, the demon told himself. The Mentor's cock was an impressive length - it didn't have the exaggerated proportions of someone who has been supernaturally altered, but for a mortal, it certainly wasn't anything to scoff at.

Niles' eyes lit up with arousal and fury as he brutally fucked the demon's throat. Mr. Foster occasionally gagged slightly at the force of his assault, but Niles didn't let up - he'd managed to find an angle that stimulated the most sensitive part of his cock, and his frantic thrusting was now equally driven by revenge and lust.

As the demon drooled and choked, he continued to monitor the situation. Niles was distracted, but not enough to be defeated by a direct assault, and he would almost certainly be able to resist the feeble effort that Mr. Foster had the energy for. But he was quickly running out of time - Mr. Foster was aware of his mortal body's physical limitations - if Niles continued pounding into him like this, he was actually going to pass out.

He decided to take another risk, and projected some more images. Rather than assault the librarian's mind from the outside, however, he used the cock sliding in and out of his mouth as a conduit, sending the new pictures through the librarian's bloodstream.

Niles shut his eyes as scenes began appearing in his head - unlike the perverse gallery that Mr. Foster had been projecting earlier, these were positive and powerful. Kristine, wrapping her arms around him, thanking him for saving her, thanking him for saving her daughter. Kristine, moving her lips to his, parting them with her tongue.

Kristine, on her knees in front of him, truly demonstrating her gratitude.

When it was clear that Niles didn't suspect anything of his projections, Mr. Foster took it a step further. Kristine was naked, moaning his name, her hips bucking against his, the rhythm matching up with the reality of his thrusts. Mr. Foster's pain turned into Kristine's pleasure, and it wasn't long until Niles was panting with need as he imagined his cock entering the woman he loved, instead of the demon he hated.

Cum, Mr. Foster commanded. Cum now.

Niles was too far gone to even question the sudden order, or where it had come from. With a final, triumphant push, Niles found himself climaxing inside the infernal creature's mouth, filling the unholy beast with his seed.

Mr. Foster seized the opportunity - he'd wormed his way into Niles' head, but rather than give any further orders, he squeezed the section of the librarian's brain he already had access to, repeating his command, mentally repeating it, shouting it, until it was all that Niles could think about.

Cum now, he repeated. Cum NOW.

Niles' eyes opened wide as he realized Mr. Foster's ploy, but it was too late. The demon had a firm grasp on his mind, and the waves of pleasure raging through his body were distracting him too much for him to be able to fight back.

His body continued to obey Mr. Foster's command - Niles had experienced many orgasms in his forty-odd years on the planet, but nothing compared to this. For several minutes, he stood there gasping, unable to move, unable to resist, unable to do anything but obey the command. Unable to do anything but cum, cum, cum.

Mr. Fosters was furiously swallowing Niles' cum as the human's cock jerked and throbbed and continued to empty his mortal balls at a truly incredible rate. His lips had a firm hold on the librarian's cock, and whenever Niles tried to raise a hand to strike him, a swirl of the tongue was enough to cause a twitch of pleasure to go through the man's entire body, distracting him from any thoughts of revenge.

Finally, when Niles' urethra was threatening to completely burn out, Mr. Foster released his hold on the cock in his mouth and the mind in his clutches, and smiled with satisfaction as Niles crumpled to the floor, utterly spent.

The demon leaned forward, running his tongue around his mouth and cleaning out the last remaining traces of the Mentor's semen.

"Well, well, well..." Mr. Foster mused. Niles' eyes twitched as he desperately, fruitlessly tried to erect a defense around his mind. "Let's see what we can do here..."

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Nicolette moaned with pleasure as Duncan pounded into her, again and again. She was practically glowing with pleasure - her boyfriend was fucking her hard, fucking her like he had something to prove.

The feeling of being in his strong arms (although not, she had to admit, quite as strong as hers) as he pounded her into the books was magical. They were almost certainly leaving a mess, but in that moment, she didn't care.

She felt wanted. Sexy.

Loved.

With the exception of scattered moments with Lily, Nicolette couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this desired. Duncan not only didn't seem to mind her muscles, he seemed to actually find them a turn-on, occasionally halting the action to run his tongue along her biceps, or reach down and brush his fingertips across her pecs.

And her lack of breasts didn't seem to bother him - when he wasn't caressing her muscles, his hands were creating fireworks, cupping her almost non-existent breasts and pulling and tweaking on her nipples.

"I'm cumming," she gasped for the second time in so many minutes. "Oh god, Duncan..."

"Shhh," he muttered, before moving his lips down onto her neck. "Don't talk, baby..."

"Sorry," she said shudderingly as another climax overtook her. Panting with need, her strong vaginal muscles clenched Duncan's cock hard, but it didn't slow down his urgent thrusts for a second.

After her orgasm passed, she realized that after almost fifteen minutes of fucking, her boyfriend didn't seem any closer to climax.

"Are you okay?" she asked, and when she was again met with a frustrated shushing sound, ignored it and continued. "What do you need?"

"Nothing," Duncan grunted. He could hardly explain to her how many times he'd already cum that day - which was, he knew, the only reason he was struggling to orgasm now.

Nicolette nodded, and fell silent again as Duncan's huge member continued impaling her, over and over.

"Dunc," she said, feeling him tense up at the sound of her voice. "I'm starting to get sore."

"Sorry," he said, immediately slowing down. "What if I fuck your ass?"

"Oh!" she said, a flush covering her face as he pulled out of her. The image of him taking Brandi like that was burned into her brain, and she knew it would be for life. The idea of imitating the position wasn't particularly tempting...but on the other hand, perhaps by reclaiming it, the image would lose its power.

"Only if you want to," he quickly added, and her heart warmed as she nodded in response.

"Of course," she said, and was soon grunting with the strain of Duncan's sizable member finding its way up her rear passage.

Three girls in one afternoon, Duncan thought to himself smugly as he gripped Nicolette's sides and started fucking her ass in earnest. How could anyone think I was gay?

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Niles adjusted his cufflinks as he left the counsellor's room. It had been empty, of course. It was after school hours - why had he expected the counsellor to be there?

Why had he gone to see the counsellor at all?

He shook his head, dismissing the strange thoughts. It was hardly the time to get distracted by whatever side-errand had brought him to the counsellor's office - he had more important things to focus on. He had to find out what was messing with the Protector and her friends, what was causing the strangeness in the school.

And, just as importantly, he was well overdue to find himself a new pet.

Images of scantily-clad teenagers ran through Niles' head - cheerleaders, football players, geeks, goths - he didn't care about gender or clique. All he cared was that they were submissive and willing...with the first frequently leading to the second.

At that moment, his balls felt well and truly drained, but he knew it wouldn't be long until they were ready to empty again, in - or on - a student of his choice.

###

"So what's the plan?" Brandi said, desperately trying to sound confident. Possibly too desperately - Nicolette shot her a glare, and it was all the Protector could do not to burst out crying in response.

How had she become the leader of this group of teens? She, who was barely good enough to sheath a cock? Surely Nicolette, with her firm muscles, or Michael with his perfect...well, everything. Surely they were more suited to lead, not her.

But a fear of disappointing everyone steered her actions, and she didn't let on how weak she felt, how useless she was convinced her presence was. She forced a smile, tried not to let Nicolette's obvious hatred destroy her spirit, and let the cheerleader speak.

"I've worked out paths for the three of us," Nicolette said briskly, and Brandi tried her best to listen. She did pretty well, too, only tuning out two or three times as the muscular brunette spoke.

"...and that'll bring us all back to the entrance by the end of our shift, where we can compare notes. Any questions?"

Nicolette's tone clearly indicated that despite her words, questions would not be welcome, and so Brandi kept her mouth shut. She wished she knew why Nicolette was so mad at her - was it just that she'd worked out Brandi's many, many flaws? Had she (correctly) decided that she'd be a better leader than Brandi could ever be?

Or was it something more than that?

Half an hour into the patrol, Brandi realized something that she hadn't picked up at the time - her path took her through the most dangerous parts of town; the strip clubs, the bars, the late-night donut stores (which demons inexplicably loved). When demons came to the mortal realm, they quickly became overwhelmed by the pleasures that humans have spent centuries honing, and after just a few drinks they became convinced that they could take on the world single-handedly.

What's more, the route that Nicolette had assembled left Brandi entirely by herself...while the other two were never more than a block from each other, covering the suburbs, the movie theaters, the retail center of town.

"I guess Nicolette knows best," she sighed to herself, and froze. Ahead of her, swaggering out of Antioch's only Irish pub was a demon. It was clear that he'd had more than a few drinks, and at the sight of her, his eyes lit up and Brandi's heart sank.

Demons were always convinced they could take the Protector when they were drunk.

And on this occasion, Brandi wasn't sure that he was wrong.

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"Nicolette, what on earth are you doing?"

"I just think you're cute," she replied with a giggle. Michael raised one eyebrow - he knew that he was a superior creature, of course. All demons were. But Nicolette had never shown any interest before, and so to suddenly find her hond on his ass had taken him slightly by surprise.

"You're meant to be scoping out the toy store."

"Please," Nicolette said in a sultry voice. "We both know that this side of town is completely demon-free.

"Well," she added after a brief pause, "except you."

"I know," Michael said hestitantly. "But aren't you and Duncan..."

"Don't worry about Duncan," Nicolette replied, slightly too quickly. They were far enough away from the school that she was actually feeling a pang of guilt for trying to cheat on her boyfriend.

He started it, she reminded herself, deliberately ignoring the dozens of others she'd seduced over the last few days. Besides, this isn't about him...

This is about Brandi.

It hadn't taken her long to come up with the perfect plan for revenge. So Brandi was going to try to take her man? Fine. In that case, she would take Brandi's main slam-piece.

Not, of course, that it was a sacrifice to do. She'd had her eyes on Michael since he'd first arrived at Antioch High - she was just (finally) taking what was rightfully hers.

"Don't worry about Duncan," she repeated, moving one hand seductively down Michael's body and ending up between his legs. "Worry about you...and me."

The demon grinned. He didn't know what had gotten into Nicolette, but he certainly wasn't complaining. Leaning down, he pressed his lips against hers, and began exploring her mouth with his tongue.

He was going to give her the ride of her life. He'd spent the last few days screwing every woman at school who threw him as much as a glance; adding Nicolette to his list of conquests was something he'd already been considering.

Forget the patrol. His arms wrapped around the cheerleader, one hand reaching behind her and deftly undoing her bra. As he sucked and nibbled on her neck, he glanced around, looking for somewhere relatively private they could go.

A dark alley with a dumpster was the closest option, and Nicolette gasped with delight as he picked her up and carried her into the narrow passage. Between Duncan's attempts at romance, the quick fucks of random students at school and the extended periods of getting each other off she'd shared with Lily, the muscular cheerleader had thought she'd experienced all that sex had to offer.

But Michael...Michael was something else.

He didn't just seduce her. He didn't just fuck her. He practically worshipped her, peeling each item of clothing off her body like was unwrapping a particularly succulent treat. He made love to every inch of her skin, appreciating every muscle, every nerve-ending he could find. By the time he'd completely stripped her, she was trembling with need, and he hadn't done so much as go near any of her erogenous zones yet.

"Kiss me," he growled, and she willingly obeyed. She'd wanted to seduce Michael to get back at Brandi, but she knew that she'd be doing this again and again and again, as frequently as she could. Her eyes lit up as he moved her small hand to his huge member - it wasn't quite as large as Duncan's, but she could only see that as a plus.

"Suck me," he grunted, and she willingly dropped to her knees, naked in the middle of the alley.

His cock was lathered with her spit when he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up, a move so dominant that she almost came on the spot. Again, he pushed his lips firmly against hers, and her mouth parted willingly. Despite the hardness of her muscles, her entire body felt soft - he made her feel soft. Womanly.

She felt pliant and submissive, and as his tongue slipped into hers, she allowed him to call the shots. The fireworks when he began to tug on her nipples were familiar but somehow different - this time they felt like a warmup, a prelude for what was next.

One hand slipped between her legs, and she moaned with desire as he entered her, finding softness wherever he explored.