Chapter 25

“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.

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.