Chapter 26

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.

“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.