Chapter 31

The previous day, Michael had opened the door to find Nicolette standing there, a look of burning lust in her eyes.

“Oh,” he’d said, and Nicolette recoiled slightly at the disappointment in his voice.

“Oh?” she said, and the provocative pose she’d struck for him drooped slightly.

“Sorry,” Michael replied. “I didn’t mean ... you’d better come in.”

Nicolette was wearing a pink teddy, the sexiest outfit she owned. The effect had been more pronounced when she had a bust to fill it out, but as she’d walked across town, the cheerleader had still attracted enough attention to be sure that Michael would notice her.

She’d thought. As it happened, she might as well have worn a sack.

The demon football player didn’t even seem to be able to look at her as she crossed her legs, sitting across from him on the couch. All she wanted was his attention ... no, that wasn’t true.

All she wanted was his thick demon cock, his hands on her nipples, another of the rolling orgasms he’d brought her to the previous night. She wanted him to hold her down and dominate her.

Instead, he seemed to be hell-bent on moping.

As much as Nicolette was desperate to be roughly fucked again (like she’d been dreaming of all night), she could tell that Michael was struggling. Hearing him out was the right thing to do.

Plus, once he was feeling better, he might pin her against the wall and pump her full of his demon seed.

“It’s Brandi,” he said, and it was all the cheerleader could do not to roll her eyes in response. It was always Brandi. It was like the whole damned town revolved around her.

“Go on,” she said gently, hoping that her voice didn’t give away her frustration with the blonde, boyfriend-stealing bimbo.

“I love her.”

Nicolette grimaced, but Michael didn’t notice.

He’d done it. He’d said it out loud.

Not to her, admittedly, but still ... he’d said it.

Now he needed to find his love and say the words to her directly.

“I have to go,” he murmured, and before Nicolette could respond he was out the door, heading straight for Brandi’s house.

The cheerleader wanted to punch the wall with frustration. She needed to be fucked, to feel the demon’s muscular body pressing against hers, to bathe in his scent.

As she looked around, a smile slowly crept onto her face. Yes, she’d just been rejected ... and no, it obviously wouldn’t be the same ... but here she was, in Michael’s house, surrounded by his stuff.

Surrounded by his musk.

She could lay naked on his bed and get herself off, his demon pheromones filling her nostrils.

And then, she could take a jersey or a sports jacket - something that was distinctly his. The next she saw Brandi, she could make sure to be casually wearing it.

That would show her.

But for now, she had an appointment with Michael’s bed and her own fingers. An appointment that - judging by how turned on she was - could take a few hours.

As Michael marched across town, his distance from Antioch High grew. Mr. Foster’s instructions faded slightly, and he became increasingly disappointed with his own actions over the last few days.

You were never really dating* Brandi,” he tried to tell himself, but even in his own head, he knew that didn’t justify his actions. He loved her - he’d loved her since they’d first met. Being with Rita had been wrong. On some level, he’d always known that, even as they were knocking demonic boots.

But over the last few days, he’d gone completely out of control.

Almost overnight, every girl at their school seemed to have gone through a growth spurt; everywhere he looked, he’d seen boobs and butts and girls relentlessly flirting with him.

He should have resisted. He could have resisted. But instead, as though on some kind of desperate mission to prove something, he’d accepted every come-on and fucked every girl who had so much as looked sideways at him.

Over the last few days, he’d lost count of how many sexually-charged teenage girls he’d brought to orgasm after screaming orgasm. He knew that there had been more than a dozen teachers in there as well (although not Mrs. Winter, of course - even then, he’d known that would be crossing a line) and he was confident that each and every one of them had walked away, fully aware of the true superiority of demons.

Why? he asked himself. Why did that suddenly become so important to me?

Michael resented his banishment - not because he’d particularly loved the Demon Realm, but because of what an effective punishment it was. Cursed to decades as a high-school student. He’d thought he was getting off lightly, until the first week of school had finished and he’d realized he was cursed to live a life of mediocrity for many years to come.

Finding Brandi had been a blessing for a few reasons. Firstly, as he’d finally been able to vocalize, he loved her.

He loved her.

She was smart, generous, driven - and they clicked.

Secondly, it gave him a way to fight back against the society that had banished him to what felt like an eternity of high-school.