Chapter 8

Kristine Winter sighed.

It had been almost eight months since she’d learned what her daughter really was: the “Protector of the Gateway”, Antioch’s “only hope”.

Dealing with it was a struggle - for the first few months, she’d pleaded with her daughter to stop, to look out for herself. It was only at the end of the previous year that she’d come to terms with her daughter’s role, when Antioch High had been overrun by a cult, transforming the minds of students and teachers alike. Kristine herself had only just managed to avoid being altered - had she been taking detention instead of Ms. Wheaton when the witch struck, she would have been the one convinced to offer misbehaving students fellatio to make them behave.

Fortunately, she’d avoided that fate - her colleague was mostly recovered, though her first instinct was still to offer a blow job whenever a student was being particularly rowdy.

For now, Kristine had accepted the fact that it was Brandi’s responsibility to stop the town from being overrun by Demons.

But why did it have to be Robert?

When the British librarian had arrived in town, Kristine had been delighted to discover he was single. Since the death of her husband ten years ago, Kristine had devoted herself to raising Brandi, even moving to a town where she could guarantee that she’d be teaching at the school her daughter attended. Kristine and Robert Niles had gotten along instantly, and had begun dating when Kristine had discovered the truth about her daughter.

Since then, the teacher hadn’t been able to bring herself to look Robert in the eyes - she felt as though he’d betrayed her, as though it was his fault that Brandi was placed in mortal peril every day and most nights.

Maybe it was - Kristine wasn’t sure how the whole thing worked, and she hadn’t been interested in learning any more than she had to. All she knew was that her baby was in trouble, and that she had to look the other way when Brandi returned home late at night, marks and bruises on every inch of visible skin (which, the concerned mother had to admit, did heal remarkably quickly).

The problem was dealing with it constantly, day in and day out. She’d tried to hide her troubles from her colleagues at the school, but Kristine knew she couldn’t hold it in forever - signs of stress were surely showing already.

And so Kristine Winter was unsurprised when a note was left on her desk to visit the new counsellor. Clearly, someone had spotted the cracks, and recommended that he call her in for a visit.

Well, she thought, guess I knew this day was coming. Glancing at her schedule, Kristine decided to use her first free period to go and visit Mr ... what was it? Mr. Foster. Get it out of the way.

In the counsellor’s office, Mr. Foster was sitting back, enjoying a slow blow-job from one of the football team’s linebackers. The boy had been in the closet, even from himself, and so the demon was faced with an interesting choice - free his true sexuality, or take away his struggle by making him straight? As he decided, he allowed the boy to fulfill one of his most secret fantasies, fellating a teacher (well, close enough) with one hond wrapped around his own cock.

The knock startled the pair out of their various reveries, and Mr. Foster gestured for the boy to hide under his desk and continue his hondiwork as he dealt with whoever was at the door.

“Come in!” he cried out, and was pleased to see a middle-aged woman enter. Thin, tall, curly brown hair, small breasts in unflattering clothes - one of the teachers. His eye twitched with pleasure as the teen under his desk continued working him.

“Uh, hello. Kristine Winter - you asked to see me?”

It may have been the boy’s first time, but he was certainly skilled - Mr. Foster hadn’t even had to implant instructions, just allowed the teen to do what came naturally. There was an occasional slurping sound, but the demon was able to cover them up with the sound of a human cough or sigh.

Kristine ... Winter! Brandi’s mother. A manic grin came across the counsellor’s face - he was getting closer to the Protector...

“Ah, yes! Please, have a soat. Ahem.”

“Bless you. May I ask why I’m here?”

“Well, frankly, it’s about ... pardon me, I’m just - ungh! I’m just getting over something.”

“Not at all.”

“It’s about your daughter.”

“Brandi? Is she okay?”

The demon watched gleefully as the teacher’s walls immediately went up. It seemed she too knew about Brandi...

“Of course, of course. I had some of her fronds in earlier today ... yes!”

“Yes?”

“Pardon. Yes, it’s about, uh, her ... grodes.”

“What?”

“Yes! Oh yes! That’s it!”

“Mr. Foster?”

There was a pause, while the demon regained his composure. The boy had, impressively, gotten him off faster than any other student in the same position had managed to ... and swallowed the demon’s entire load while he was at it. When the room came back into focus, Mr. Foster noticed Kristine was staring straight at him, annoyed and more than a little confused.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Winter, I’m having a bit of an off day. What were you saying?’

“I wasn’t saying anything, Mr. Foster. You called me in here to ... what are you doing?”

“Oh, your ring. It’s quite unique. Do you mind if I have a look at it?”

“I, uh, I suppose...”

“Do you mind if I ask you some questions?”

“Mr. Foster, are you sure you’re all right?”

“Quite all right. Let me be honest with you, Ms. Winter. I’m worried about you.”

“You’re ... worried about me?”

“Your hosband, he died some time ago, didn’t he?”

Remembering the death of Brandi’s father lowered Kristine’s defenses just enough for Mr. Foster to slip into her mind and begin his work.

“That’s right.”

“Well, I’m worried about your mothering.”

“Mr. Foster! I beg your pardon?”

“Please, ma’am, there’s no need to grow agitated. I’m a school counsellor - I just want what’s best for your child.”

“Well so do I!”

“Well then, let me ask you this - when was the last time you had sex?”

Kristine’s eyes boggled, and she snatched her hand back from Mr. Foster’s grasp. Before she could respond, however, she felt herself getting slightly sluggish, and immediately questioned the anger she’d just felt so strongly. He was the school counsellor, looking out for both her and Brandi - what did she have to be angry about?

“It was, um, about six months ago...”

“Exactly.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, it’s simple. If you’re not having regular intercourse, you’re not going to have the focus you need to be a good parent. A women your age, of your build - you should be having sex four, five - even six times a week.”

“I ... I should?”

“Absolutely. If you’re interested in being a good parent, that is.”

“Well, I do want... -”

“Now, the last time you had sex - how old was the boy?”

“I’m not sure if... -”

“It’s for Brandi, Ms. Winter.”

“ ... yes. Yes, of course. He was hardly a “boy” - he was older than me.”

“Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear oh dear ... well, that won’t do now, will it?”

“What? Why not?”

“Well, surely you know women hit their sexual peak at your age, Ms. Winter, whereas boys ... by twenty, they’re almost dried up.”

“I ... see.”

“No, you should be having sex with boys half your age at most. Teens, Ms. Winter, that’s where the action is. Students. It’s the hairmones, you see.”

“I really don’t think it would be appropriate...”

“Maybe, maybe not. Let me ask you this - would you risk your job if it would help your daughter?”

“Of course!”

“Well then, there’s no question. If you’re not being fucked from each side at least once a day, you’re hardly fit to be a mother.”

“Once a day?”

“At least!”

“Oh dear.”

“Oh, it’s nothing to worry about. With a figure like yours, you shouldn’t have any trouble ... here, let me see.”

Dazed, Kristine stood up and allowed the counsellor to check out her clothes. She was dressed sensibly, in black pants and a colorful button-up shirt.

“Come here, dear.”

As the counsellor stood up, Kristine noticed he wasn’t wearing any pants. She blushed, but did as she was asked, and took a step toward the strange man. He reached out and touched her face, his dark eyes boring into hers.

“Excellent. Kristine, I think you’re going to be much happier once we’re done here.”

Kristine zoned out as the counsellor spoke, holding her hond in his, and tugging and pulling at her clothing. When she tuned back in again, she was alarmed to find Mr. Foster unzipping her skin-tight skirt, slipping it down and indicating she should step out of it.

“Mr. Foster! I’m sorry, but I really think you’re too old...”

With a laugh, Mr. Foster shook his head.

“I know, my dear.”

Following the demon’s gesture, Kristine saw a muscled, naked teenage boy crawl out from under the counsellor’s desk. She recognized him instantly - Jeff, one of the students she’d taught History to the previous year. Nice kid. Shy.

He looked terrified at the sight of her rapidly-undressing form, and as the counsellor lowered the straps of her tank top to reveal more of her enormous cleavage, his eyes bulged at the sight.

Kristine hadn’t been wrong - the stress of dealing with her daughter’s double life had been slowly wearing her down, and even Mr. Foster was impressed by how malleable her mind was. She didn’t even question the presence of a naked teenage boy in the counsellors office - she simply smiled.

Finally, she thought, some young meat to keep me healthy... Jeff was struggling to make eye-contact with his teacher.

“Wow! Mrs. Winter, you...”

“Come now, Jeff, don’t you remember always staring at Ms. Winter’s huge rack?”

As soon as the words were out of Mr. Foster’s mouth, the memory was implanted, and both teacher and student remembered how many of those history clisses Jeff had spent fixated on his teacher’s tits.

“She used to love the attention - she’d tease you with it, like she does every student. You both loved it - you were both so attracted to each other, so horny, but you could never do anything about it...”

Jeff’s cock had softened at the sight of his teacher in front of him, but as Mr. Foster’s words sunk into his memory, his erection began to rise.

Looks like I’ve worked out what to do with Jeff, the demon thought with a smile.

“Of course, Kristine, for you it wasn’t just Jeff, was it? Every young male who crosses your path fills you with the same desire. Each time you see a muscular student, a football player or a gymnast, anyone under the age of twenty who looks like they’re pocking, you’ve wanted them to throw you over the desk and ravage you. You’ve spent every day at this school wanting to fuck the students ... well, for your daughter’s sake, now is the time to do it. For Brandi.”

“For Brandi...” Kristine repeated, before her eyes clouded over with lust.