Wrong Name 07.

"H... he is your boyfriend!" He had said. "You can talk to him," He had urged. There was both anger and a sense of betrayal in his voice. He clearly had expected her to help him. To be met with complete indifference wasn't a possibility that he had even considered possible at the time.

"How about you fight for yourself instead of trying to get a girl to do the fighting for you," She had shouted back, loud enough to have the other students around turning to look their way. It was harsh, but public humiliation had always been a quick and sure way of getting rid of somebody. Only it didn't.

Even despite everyone in the hall looking at him, He just stood there looking at her. Lara could almost see the light in his eyes grow a bit dimmer as he lost some part of his hope in humanity. When he finally walked away, Lara could see that it wasn't because anyone was looking at him. He had stood there forcing himself to watch it as a small part of him died. And once it was dead, he had simply turned around and walked away.

Lara had still on several occasions through the years seen him with several injuries. Injuries that she could easily tell were from a fight. There were moments when their eyes crossed and he caught her looking at him. She would immediately avert her gaze and act as if she hadn't seen him. She, however, needn't have bothered. He never bothered her ever since that day.

"What the fuck do you want?" Lara asked coldly, looking disinterested in whatever he had to say.

Dion, on the other hand, despite his casual demeanor, was carefully studying her. It was now the period after lunch, and Dion had been relentlessly practicing using the charm voice since morning. Lythia had called it one of her basic skills and had said it should be easy for him to use. She, however, had been right and wrong at the same time.

For the whole morning up until the end of the second period, Dion had been struggling to figure out how to switch from his normal voice to the charm voice. Dion was almost certain that he'd probably broken the world record for how many times one had asked what the time was in a single day. He had tried different intonations and volumes, ranging from deep and low to a high pitch voice that immediately put off the girl he'd meant to ask for the time.

After that, Dion had been forced to stop and think. It took him a while, but suddenly, towards the end of the first period, he'd smacked his forehead hard enough to cause the whole class to turn and look at him. He, however, hadn't cared. He was too excited at his realization. It didn't have anything to do with his voice. Lythia had straight up said that it was because of the demon lord's soul energy flowing through him that he had any of the abilities he would gain. No matter what tone he used, his voice on its own would never have any effect other than being annoying. If he wanted to use the charm voice he would have to somehow merge his voice with the demon soul energy flowing through him.

Solving this puzzle had taken him till the end of the second period to figure out. In the end, Dion had forced himself to remember how it was he had gained access to the soul contract. Rather than try and use his voice again, Dion had closed his eyes and focused within trying to reach for the deepest parts of himself, to gain access to the demon soul energy. It wasn't really a process that could be logically explained. It relied more on instinct than intellect. As such, it took Dion a while to get it right, but finally, he did. Though he had no mirror to see it, when Dion had opened his eyes, they had flashed a vibrant purple for a few seconds before fading away.

The second period was almost over, as such, Dion wouldn't have had to wait long. He, however, couldn't wait to put into practice his first ability. Dion's hand had shot up and without waiting to be acknowledged by their fifty-year-old history teacher, he spoke. "I'm sorry Mrs. Abernathy, can I be excused?"

On any other day, his request would have been considered odd. Not because of anything in the request itself, but from the fact that usually, no one bothered to ask. They would just exit the classroom. None of the teachers cared. So long as they got paid for the work done, they wouldn't give a damn if the students they taught turned out to be potted plants. The students only attended because, even though no one in the Thirteenth district cared, those in the other districts did. If they were ever to leave the Thirteenth, they'd have to be educated. The oddness of the request, however, was entirely missed as the effect of Dion's charm voice was immediately felt.

What Dion didn't, and couldn't, have known, was that, in a way, he had already been shielded from Lythia's charm voice when he heard it that morning. First off, he already had Lythia's soul energy flowing through him. Without either one of them knowing, this was the reason why both her abilities and sexual appeal didn't affect him as much as they should have. Secondly, Dion had already been put through whatever it was that Lythia had done to him while she was drawing the runes. As such, he had a benchmark for just how far his sexual sense could be pushed. So when Dion had heard her charm voice in the morning, he'd been better able to cope with it.

Without knowing either of these two facts, Dion had poured all the power he could into his voice trying to match what Lythia had done that morning. And that is what he unleashed on a class that had neither of the advantages that he did.

Without exception, everyone in the classroom started to shift around. With the boys, it was to hide their rapidly hardening members, while with the girls, it was more to press their legs together and block the view of their chests to keep their hardened nipples from being too obvious as they poked through the fabric of their tops. From a few of the weaker-minded boys and girls, lewd moans of ecstasy escaped their lips as they were brought to the brink of orgasm. Mercifully for them, they didn't quite get there. Dion didn't even wait to see what the reaction of their poor teacher would be to his voice. Picking up his backpack, he quickly exited the room.

After that incident, Dion finally understood why Lythia called it a basic skill. Once one knew what to do, it barely took any concentration or willpower to do. After only half an hour, he barely even had to think about it to activate it. But while the challenge of activating the charm voice had been surmounted, two more reared their heads. Dion noticed that while he talked, the effects of his voice were strong, but barely three seconds after he stopped talking, they were gone. Like fireworks, it burned bright but burned out rather quickly.

The other issue that Dion noticed was that, while his voice did seem to arouse those who heard it, even after talking to close to thirty different girls since he learned how to use the charm voice, none of them seemed ready to jump his bones like he had been when he'd heard Lythia's Charm voice. They were aroused but that arousal wasn't directed towards any target in particular.

In the lessons that followed, Dion paid barely any attention. In his mind, he was going over all his interactions with Lythia since the night before with a fine-tooth comb. The solution to his first problem had come from remembering the previous night's events, there was also a chance that the answer to these new ones would also present itself if he was meticulous in his analysis of the past day. In the end, despite his best efforts, the answer didn't come from him but from overhearing a comment by one of the students close to him. He wasn't even sure what they had been talking about but in the course of the conversation, one of the students quipped "...you just read my mind..."

Dion's eyes had gone wide as he suddenly felt like an idiot. Lythia had told him the night before that she could read his mind. If she could do that, what prevented her from using that ability to access his mind to other ends? On its own, the voice didn't amount to much, but if combined with her mental manipulation, she could keep the effects going for as long as she wanted and direct them towards any target she wished.

The good thing about finally solving the puzzle was that Dion didn't have to reinvent the wheel. After figuring out how to infuse his voice with the demon soul energy within him, he knew what to do. Redirecting the soul energy into his mind to allow him to touch other minds was all too easy. Unlike Lythia, however, Dion only had a very rudimentary form of telepathy. He couldn't delve into the memories of his targets or even get clear readings of what they were thinking. All he could get thus far was the surface emotions and a few vague images of what his target was thinking at the time he was trying to read their minds.

That, however, turned out to be enough. When someone came under the effect of his voice, Dion could catch glimpses and flashes of what turned them on. The more he fanned the flames of their arousal, the clearer that image would become. Which was why, even as Lara looked at him with a look of slight annoyance, he wasn't the least bit fazed. He had already gotten a glimpse of the image that had flashed through her mind at the sound of his voice and the emotions that had accompanied it. It was like taking a test with a cheat sheet at hand. He knew exactly what he had to do to have her playing in the palm of his hand.

"Nothing," Dion answered calmly, relishing the way her body shivered under the effects of his charm voice. Torrents of lust were coursing through her body, and try as she would, she could not fight it. "But I bet you want something, don't you Lara," He replied, taking a step forward towards her. Dion doubted that she was even aware that her back was now against her locker or how hard her nipples were poking out against the fabric of her yellow tank top.

"O...Oh yeah? Well, what do I want?" Dion had to give her credit for trying to keep her wits about her and resist the effect he was having on her. She was, however, fighting a losing battle.

Dion leaned forward, and much as she pressed her back against the locker, she didn't push him away. "You've been a bad girl, haven't you, Lara?" Dion whispered next to her ear, even as he continued to fan the flames of lust within her.

"Y... Yes Daddy," She replied, not even in control of what she said anymore.

"Now you know Daddy's going to have to punish you, don't you baby," Dion continued his voice further muddling her ability to think. Lara simply nodded, seemingly having forgotten how to speak. "Follow Daddy to get your punishment," Dion said stepping away from her and turning around to walk away. Dion could see that there were a lot of students around looking at the two of them. Word was sure to get to Keith before the end of the day. For some reason, however, he didn't care. He was no longer their prey, they were his. No matter how angry a lamb got that the wolf took something from him, if it dared step up to a wolf, there was only one outcome.

It was a gamble, and Dion knew it. There was a very real chance that Lara would come to her senses without his constant attention. He, however, didn't look behind him even once to see whether she was indeed following behind him or not. Dion turned down a secluded corridor before entering an empty class. Once inside, Dion walked over to the teacher's desk at the front of the class before turning around.

A small smile crossed his lips when he found Lara standing behind him. One of her textbooks was held against her chest almost defensively. This, however, only had the effect of pushing up and further emphasizing her breasts.

"W... What are you doing to me?" Lara managed to ask through the fog of lust that was clouding her mind.

"What should happen to all bad girls," Dion answered calmly, allowing his voice to further hinder her ability to think. "Now bend over the table Lara," Dion said in a commanding tone that allowed no room for argument. Dion noticed the way her knees shook as she had a mini-orgasm just from the tone of his voice alone. Dion had already picked up from her mind that she wanted a strong dominant guy to take control. The almost orgasmic reaction to his voice just confirmed it.

Lara quietly walked forward and bent over the edge of the teacher's desk. Dion took a moment to admire the view of her forehead pressing down on the table with her plump ass sticking out behind her. Dion let his hand rest on her back, right between her shoulder blades. His quiet way of letting her know that she wouldn't be getting up until he allowed her to. Slowly and deliberately, Dion raised Lara's skirt up over her waist exposing her milky posterior to his ravenous view. She was wearing a black lace thong underneath the skirt that left very little to the imagination.

SMACK!

Dion's open palm came down on the firm flesh of her ass just hard enough to make the impact smart but not enough to cause her any real pain. He knew perfectly well that he wasn't as yet capable of overriding one's innate pain response. If he caused her too much pain too fast, the spell would break and she'd probably run away while she still had her wits about her.

SMACK!

His palm connected with her other cheek causing it to take on a rosy pink color just like the first. "Say thank you, daddy!" Dion commanded in an authoritative tone.

"T... Thank you, Daddy," She replied.

SMACK!

For the next five minutes that followed, there was a chorus of smacks each followed by a "thank you daddy", interlaced with Dion telling her just how much of a bad girl she had been. His intention was more directed towards keeping the effects of his voice going rather than indulging her fantasies. Still, the result was the same.

"Oh" Dion intoned as he allowed two of his fingers to rub against her panty-clad pussy, driving the wet fabric of the thong in between her labia. "Are you enjoying your punishment?" He asked doing all he could to keep the amusement from his voice to keep it stern and commanding. Dion doubted that she was even aware of it as she gyrated her hips trying to push her clit harder against his fingers. Dion acquiesced just a little to give her a taste of the pleasure she so badly craved.

"Mmmm!!!"

A lewd moan escaped her lips as Dion rubbed circles on her pleasure nub.

SMACK!

Before her mind could even process it, Dion's hand had left her clit and once again smacked her ass before returning to her clit in one fluid motion. "Answer me," He commanded. "Are you enjoying what Daddy's doing to you?" Dion asked as he teased her pussy.

"You make me feel so good daddy!" Lara answered, completely losing herself to the roleplaying they were engaging in as her mind gave in to the intense lust it had been trying to fight.

"That's because daddy really loves you," Dion answered stepping back from her. He could feel her mind giving in and allowing him deeper and more control. He could now take things to the next level ad he fully intended to. "Now why don't you give daddy a kiss," He instructed.

"Of course daddy!"

Despite the spanking she had just received, one would have thought that Dion had just given Lara the best present in the world given the bright smile that was on her face. Now that she had stopped fighting him, she hadn't just given in to him, she had also lost herself to her own deepest fantasies. Without hesitation, she threw her hand around Dion's neck and brought her face close to his. But just as their lips were about to meet, Dion's index finger came between them, stopping Lara from kissing him.

"Not there," Dion said it a mischievous smile. His hands then moved to her shoulders and pushed her down onto her knees before him. "Down here," He instructed even as his hands unzipped his pants and fished out the monster that was his dick.

Dion's cock had been painfully hard from the moment he'd lifted Lara's skirt while she leaned over the teacher's desk. Much as he didn't like her, even Dion had to admit that she was a bombshell. Given its new size, pulling his dick out had been a bit hard. When it was finally out of its confines, it sprang up leaving behind a streak of precum running from Lara's chin to her forehead.

Dion couldn't help the devilish smile that crossed his lips when he felt Lara's warm breath on the head of his cock. His ego was inflated by the wide-eyed look that Lara had at the size of his dick. "Daddy, you are a monster," Lara said as her hand came up and tried to encircled the girth of his meat slab.

"Oh, you don't even know the half of it," Dion couldn't help but respond to her even as his hand moved to the back of Lara's head. She offered no resistance even as Dion pulled her forward onto his cock. Despite the air of control that Dion had maintained, he was still a virgin and this was his first sexual experience. As such, Dion couldn't help but close his eyes and let out a moan of pleasure as he felt Lara's wet and warm mouth envelop the head of his dick. Dion kept pulling her forward, too lost in the pleasure of the act to note that his mammoth dick had gone much further than it should have.

Even if Dion didn't have his eyes closed as a result of the pleasure he was feeling, Lythia had been careful to draw the special set of runes on the underside of the length of his dick. As such, Dion didn't notice the rune that glowed faintly on the underside of his dick at its base.

Lythia had actually drawn six different runes on the underside of his dick, each with a separate purpose. Half for his benefit and half for hers. The first rune was the reason why almost half of Dion's dick had disappeared down Lara's throat without either party noticing. The rune made it so that no matter who Dion had sex with, he'd be able to fully bury his cock inside whichever orifice he chose. Whether it was a blowjob, anal or vaginal sex, Dion would always be able to fully sink into his partner.

The next rune that glowed heightened Dion's pleasure beyond what humans normally experienced, which was partly why Dion was barely able to stand when his balls finally came to rest on Lara's chin. Dion paused for a second, to keep himself from cumming. He didn't want this to end, he wanted to savor the fact that he was now balls deep in the throat of his bully's girlfriend. The throat was almost as pleasurable as Lara's tight throat squeezing his dick. And this was just the beginning, Dion planned to make them pay for every bit of pain they had caused him over the years. Lythia was absolutely right, there was more than one way to break someone. To kill them would have been too merciful. When Dion was done with them, they would curse the day they'd met him for the rest of their lives.

It was only when Lara started to push against him that Dion remembered that she still needed to breathe. While the rune that Lythia had drawn would kill anyone's gag reflex, it didn't rid them of the need to breathe. Dion released the back of Lara's head and allowed her to pull herself off his dick. Dion smiled down at her as she gasped for air, a bridge of spit connecting the head of Dion's cock to her pink pouty lips.

"Was I good daddy?" Lara asked when she finally caught her breath. She smiled up at him like a puppy waiting to be petted by her master.

"Not quite," Dion replied causing Lara's smile to falter. "Daddy still has to see just how good you are," He added, causing a look of hope to shine in her eyes. "Now open wide and say ah," he instructed.

Dion almost laughed at the look of determination that crossed Lara's face. One would have thought that her very life depended on her giving him perfect head. Without Dion having to do anything, Lara pushed herself forward sinking Dion's sword to the hilt pin her tight throat. This time, Dion had no intention of just savoring the feeling. Dion's hand moved to the back of Lara's head as he began to thrust. After the first few seconds of getting his rhythm, Dion began to jackhammer into her throat. It wasn't like he cared for the girl before him. Just as she hadn't, Dion had never forgotten how he'd once come to Lara for help and how coldly and cruelly she had turned him away.