Chapter 16: Tempting the Harem

Corey Derrickson – Thursday, September 10th

My cell phone rang as I rode the wave of my victory over the Incubus, Father Horn.

The rest of the girls in my math class, including the nun who taught it, were caught up in the burly, bearded hulk’s lust. They literally were writhing on him. A dozen naked schoolgirls were rubbing their nubile bodies all over the man. Grinding on arms, thighs, chest, and beard. One rode his cock, working her pussy up and down his dick.

But I had seduced one girl who wasn’t part of my harem and protected by Regina’s succubus-like magic. One girl out of the dozen who flocked to him. Since I wasn’t a sex-incarnate Incubus exuding magic that turned every girl into a nymphomaniac, I called that a victory.

Natiqua, the Black girl I’d won to my harem, panted and whimpered while my two concubines, Havva and Vanessa were pressed against her, caressing her body and kissing at her cheeks. They had helped me make love to Natiqua and give her all the orgasms possible.

The moans from the wild orgy coming from the front of the classroom and “Father Horn,” as the Incubus called himself, echoed through the room. I ignored it, my anger for Asra for unleashing the Incubi on the school growing. I snagged my discarded gray slacks and fished out my cell phone.

Tania was calling. My sophomore sex slave, my second lover ever, would never call me. She’d text me. Send me Tweets. Tag me on Facebook or Instagram. Send me dirty Snapchats. I swiped the screen. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Need ... help...” whimpered Tania, her voice throaty. Distant. Like she wasn’t holding the phone anywhere near her mouth.

Fear rippled through me. “What’s wrong? Where are you?”

“Incubus...” A throaty cadence burned in her voice. “Not working ... want to ... suck his...”

A clattering series of bangs, like she’d dropped her phone, burst from the speakers along with a screech of static. Then the line disconnected. A surge of panic went through me. What was going on? Was Regina’s protection not working?

“Shit!”

Tania Buckley

My phone slipped from my hand. Father Puck fucked Mrs. Blackwood hard. The Irish, roguish man plowed his cock into the Black woman’s pussy. Her wedding ring glinted on her left hand braced against the beige-painted wall. Her ebony breasts heaved as he plowed into her from behind.

My eyes stared at his pale cock emerging from her furry muff gleaming in her juices. I wanted to suck that cock so badly. My hands grabbed my legs right beneath the red-and-green tartan skirt of my uniform. I slid up and up my thighs, climbing higher and higher towards my aching pussy.

My hands vanished beneath them as I stared at that big dick. My tongue flicked over my mouth. My fingers found the shaved folds of my pussy. My glasses slipped on my nose and my pigtails swayed around my shoulders. A shiver of wanton heat rippled through me.

I rubbed at my cunt with both my furious hands.

“That’s it, lass,” Father Puck said in his lilting, Irish accent. “Just rub that little twat. Just get your cunt nice and juicy for me.”

“Yes!” I whimpered.

“Gonna give Mrs. Blackwood what she wants, now ain’t I?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Mrs. Blackwood howled, her hips rotating. Her bubbly, dark butt jiggling with the thudding impacts of the Incubus’s thrusts.

“Give it to her!” I groaned, my fingers rubbing at my hot and feverish flesh.

I caressed my pussy lips with fast and eager digits. I rubbed them up and down my slit. I caressed my petals. Teased them. I brushed my clit, strumming that naughty bud. The pleasure burst through me. That wonderful, wicked, and delightful sensation burst through me. I groaned, my cunt clenching while the pleasure tingled across my sin.

This amazing and delightful bliss that swept through my body. My hips wiggled back and forth. I groaned, my cunt clenching as I gave myself such delightful and delicious bliss. I masturbated myself. It was incredible.

I thrust my fingers into my cunt’s depths. Two of them. Three of them. I stretched out my cunny, getting myself ready for the Incubus’s cock. I licked my lips, whimpering as I stared at his swinging balls.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Mrs. Blackwood moaned. “Father Puck!”

Her pussy juices spilled down her thighs. Her spine arched. Head threw back. The Black teacher howled out her orgasm. Father Puck groaned, slamming his cock to the hilt in her. His balls twitched as he grunted.

“That’s it, Mrs. Blackwood,” he growled and I knew he was firing his cum into her.

I wanted him to flood me. To fill me with all that jizz. I fingered my twat so fast and hard. I plundered my depths. The digits from my other hand frigged my clit, massaging my bud and enjoying all the bliss bursting through me.

“You wanton wife,” Father Puck groaned. “Milk my fuckin’ cock dry. Yes, yes, just like that. Mmm, your married cunt loves my big dick!”

“It’s amazing!” the cumming Black woman howled. “Father Puck!”

“Father Puck!” I moaned, feverish delight rushing through my body. My pussy clenched on my digits, increasing the pleasure flooding through me.

Building me towards my orgasm.

“Yes, yes, I got what you need, bonny lass.” Father Puck ripped his cock out of Mrs. Blackwood’s pussy. His white cum spilled out to mat her thick, black bush. “Yes, I do. Right here, don’t I.”

“Uh-huh!” I whimpered. “Father Puck!”

He strolled to me. His body was so muscular and strong. Tall. His green eyes bright. He had a gorgeous face. Masculine, yes, but beautiful. Perfect. I opened my mouth wide as he brought his pussy-coated dick closer and closer to me.

Father Puck stopped and looked past me. “What’re you doin’ here?”

A hand seized my pigtail and yanked my head to the right. I gasped and a cock rammed past my lips before I knew what was going on. I stared up at Corey. He seized my other pigtail, holding tight to my hair. He pulled me down his shaft, sliding it deeper into my mouth.

My pussy clenched around my fingers. An orgasmic surge of relief burst inside of my twat.

I moaned around my Master’s cock. My pussy convulsed and went wild. Juices gushed out, bathing both my hands frigging me. I sucked on him hard even as tears of joy spilled down my cheeks. The spell on me, whatever had made me crave Father Puck’s cock, snapped.

I turned on my knees to face Corey, sucking and nursing on his cock as he fucked my mouth. He thrust hard, his eyes fixed on the Incubus. My Master had such a hard expression as he glared at the Incubus. He had a handsome face, too. Not that masculine beauty of Father Puck, but I didn’t care. This was the man I loved. Served. I had devoted myself to him.

And I almost sucked another man. Fucked him.

I hated Father Puck for twisting me. I sucked with all my might on Corey’s cock, loving him while Father Puck watched. Scowled. I could feel the annoyance, the anger, coming from the Incubus as Corey fucked my mouth right before him.

“Corey!” shouted Vanessa.

“Master!”

Havva and Vanessa rushed up along with a naked Black girl I didn’t know by name. I’d seen her and her dreadlocks on campus. She grabbed Corey from behind, hugging him. Her ebony arms going around his chest. The three clung to him, feeling Father Puck’s insidious lust.

“Well, boyo, you rescued this one,” Father Puck said like it were no big deal he missed out on having my hungry mouth sucking on his cock. “But I’m gonna find ‘nother of your women. You can’t protect ‘em all.”

“Try me,” growled Corey. He thrust his hips forward. He fucked my mouth with wild passion. Defiant passion.

I shuddered, my body riding through my orgasm. My fingers plundered my convulsing twat while drool ran down my chin. Corey gripped my pigtails, pulling hard on them. My glasses shifted on my nose as he pounded my mouth, slamming the tip to the back of my throat.

And beyond.

He buried his cock down my throat. He rammed it past my gullet. I didn’t fight him at all. His fiery bush pressed against my lips. His balls smacked my chin. I breathed in his musk, quivering through my pleasure, more tears of joy and relief spilling down my cheeks.

“Can’t be everywhere, boyo.” Father Puck whistled as he sauntered past, a jolly tune at once playful and promising lusty fun.

Corey snarled and drew back his cock. “Fucking Incubi!”

The whistling dwindled as Corey slammed his cock down my throat over and over again, fucking me right there in the hallway. Mrs. Blackwood slumped down nearby, panting, in a daze from being pounded by the Incubus.

I stared up at Corey, my vision blurred by my tears. He stared down at me with such intensity in his green eyes. He thrust his cock down my throat over and over, heavy nuts smacking into my chin again and again.

“What is going on?” the Black girl moaned.

“Incubi, Natiqua,” growled Corey. “Fucking Incubi summoned by that bitch Asra!”

I hated her. I sucked so hard on Corey’s cock as he rammed it down my throat. He fucked me hard with it. Fast. He plundered my throat. He buried it to the hilt in me. He pumped hard. Fast. He thrust with all his might and buried his dick down my throat over and over.

I rode my orgasm to its shuddering peak. I squeezed my eyes shut, enjoying the last flickers of pleasure while I kept sucking and loving Corey’s cock. Only his cock. Drool ran down my chin. I made such sloppy and obscene sounds as I loved him.

“Fuck!” snarled Corey as he drew back his cock from my throat.

His cum erupted. Hot jizz spurted into my mouth. I shuddered at the feel of him spilling his seed into me. I reveled in the wonderful thrill of hot cum flooding my mouth. My eyes fluttered in delight. It was so incredible to enjoy.

The absolute best thing to drink.

I was so happy that he came for me. I gulped down his salty cum while he moaned through his pleasure, Havva and Vanessa clinging to his sides. They were naked, too. They must have been having sex.

In his math class?

How many of these Incubi were wandering around this school?

I swallowed the last load of his cum. He grunted and panted. His hands tightened on my pigtails and then he released me. I slid my lips off his cock. I ripped my fingers from my twat, my body trembling.

“T-thank you,” I sobbed. “I would have ... I couldn’t help ... He just ... I didn’t...”

“I know,” Corey said with gentle patience. “Fucking bastard was twisting your soul. Playing with your desires. Not your fault.”

“Our math class is an orgy right now,” said Vanessa.

“You, some hairy stud walked in and every girl in class dropped their panties,” said Natiqua. “Me included. Almost joined them writhing on them, but Corey gave me a call.”

“Well, you did leave your number on your panties,” Corey said, his chest rising and falling.

Corey Derrickson

“Tania,” I said as my mind was beginning to think again. I had fucked my black-haired sex slave’s mouth hard.

“Yes, Master,” she said, her eyes red-rimmed, almost magnified by her glasses. Tracks of tears spilled down her cheeks. I had been in time, but just barely.

“Put out the word to everyone in the harem, genies, too. I want us all meeting in the...” I thought about where we could go. Our dorm? While it was still on the school’s ground, it was away from the problem of Asra and her Incubi. Where else could we meet? Cafeteria?

Too open.

Gym?

There would be PE classes going on.

Auditorium...

No, the library. Ms. Reid, my Ifrit, not only taught English but she was also the librarian. It was closed when she wasn’t manning it, which was before and after classes and during the lunch break. No one would be in there since it was still first period.

“We’re meeting in the library. Right now. Emergency. Everyone comes.”

“Yes, Master,” Tania said. She grabbed her discarded phone and winced. “My screen cracked.” Her phone still worked but there was a glaring flaw running jagged across the glass. She put out the message in the secret chat the harem girls had for gossiping with each other

I hadn’t wanted to join it. Let them have their private chat. She nodded after a moment of typing. “So there are Incubuses,” said Natiqua.

“Isn’t it Incubi the plural?” I muttered as I broke away from her and led the way.

“I think so,” Vanessa said.

“You’re getting messages, Master,” Havva said. She was holding my phone. There was no time to get dressed when Tania’s panicked call cut out. I had to race through the halls to find her with no idea where she was.

“From the harem?”

“Yes. Aleah. And Jennifer. And now one from Zahia.”

“Tell them to meet in the library,” I said, marching away. If I couldn’t be everywhere, I would bring my harem in one spot. I wouldn’t let them be used by these Incubi. Asra wanted to hurt me because she was a bitter bitch.

If she had a problem with Kyle’s decision, she should take it up with him. Not fuck with me. I wasn’t the leader of the Djinn. I wasn’t their sultan, he was. I was just his friend that was being hooked up with a favor.

We marched down the stairs, my four women following after me. Three were naked, Tania the only one still clothed. We swept down to the first floor to find Ms. Reid striding down the hallway, looking furious. Her red hair bounced and swayed about her face, her narrow glasses only enhancing the look of rage-filled passion on her face.

Kyle had described Ifrit as creatures of fiery passions. Strong emotions. I had gotten the impression of warrior women who blazed hot. Who didn’t back down from fights? Ms. Reid had always possessed the passion, but it was tempered with flirty pleasure and a teacher’s aura of wanting to pass on her knowledge.

Now there was only the fire. The fury. The passion.

“Asra’s gone too far, Corey,” she said as she swept past me towards the library. Heat rippled around her. The warmth of her passage swept over me as I’d just opened the oven and peered inside. “She is meddling too much with mortal affairs.”

“So she’ll be in trouble.”

Ms. Reid stiffened. “She’s already in trouble by being here. Djinn are not supposed to be on this side without permission. Even a disgusting Ghul should know that.”

The disgust in her voice sounded more than just because of Asra’s current behavior. “You hated the Ghul.”

“They’re despicable. Eaters of flesh. Ifrit are made out of the essence of fire. We can become it. Jann from the earth, Si’lat from the wind, and Marid from the water. They, however, are made from the essence of rot. From miasmic vapors. They have always been a blight in the Unseen Realms. Creatures chained by Sultan Rashid and used to terrorize his enemies.”

“I see,” I said, picturing Asra. She didn’t seem putrid, but she did have an air about her that put people off. I thought it was just her loathing of me, but maybe there was more to it. She disguised herself as a goth girl, deliberately standing out from everything. Rebelling as much as she could against this school’s uniform.

She made sure she stood apart.

Ms. Reid unlocked the library and ushered us in.

“Master!”

I turned around to see Aleah and Bettie rushing up at nearly a jog, their skirts swirling. The Jann appeared more relaxed than my first sex slave. Aleah’s auburn pigtails danced around her worried face. She threw herself into my embrace and hugged me tight.

“It’s okay,” I said as Bettie sauntered by, the Jann’s hips rolling with flirty delight. “If one of them turned you on, that’s fine. They’re powerful.”

“I just wanted to hug you, Master,” she said, squeezing tight. “We’re going to beat these pricks. They have nothing on you.”

“Oh, they have a lot on me,” I muttered.

“You can’t do think like that,” she whispered. “Don’t start down that road. You’re not inadequate. They’re cheating. Using magic and all that stuff.”

“And what’s Aaliyah’s wish?”

“Just making every girl honest about her desires. We like to play games and pretend and get all neurotic. She just cut through all that BS so you can have fun. If you didn’t turn those girls on, then they wouldn’t be eager to bang you. What do those Incubi have? They’re like the dudes who have to buy the flash Lamborghini’s to get pussy. Don’t forget, you tamed my sister and me all by yourself. No genie helped you there.”

“You are amazing,” I told her. I gave her ass a squeeze.

“Mmm, I could be saying the same thing to you, Master.” She broke away from me and, louder, added, “We’re going to kick those fucking Incubi’s asses all up and down this school.”

“Yes, we will,” said Bettie.

“Corey!”

Zahia, Jennifer, and Sister Francis rushed down the hallway next, Zahia and Jennifer holding hands, the nun looking more than a little flustered. I was supposed to finally pop her cherry during third period. She was already on the edge of arousal, and now this.

“I’ll explain when everyone gets here,” cutting off the question on Zahia’s lips. The Arab girl, her face framed by her tartan headscarf, swallowed and nodded. Jennifer gave me a tight smile, and Sister Francis looked about to pounce on me and ravish me.

Sister Nova Victoria and Regina swept in. She went to Tania and gave her a hug, whispering to her. Probably wanting to understand why her magic hadn’t worked to ward Tania from the Incubus.

I kept standing, waiting. “Did In’am respond to the group message, Tania?”

“Um ... no, Master.”

Worry rippled through me. In’am, my Arab slut and sex slave, was the only missing member of my harem. She was out there in the school with at least three of those Incubi around. My hands flexed and relaxed.

“Where is she now?” I asked. “Anyone know her schedule? Sister Nova?”

“I don’t know it off the top of my head,” she answered. “I can access it from my office.”

“I can find her,” Bettie said. The Jann closed her eyes, her brassy hair swaying about her face. She breathed in deeply. “She’s in the ... girls’ restroom, second floor. North side of the building.”

“Regina, you’re with me,” I growled. “Everyone else, stay here. Don’t let them in.”

“No one will get past me, Corey,” Ms. Reid said, her face blazing now. The heat rippling off of her should be setting the room on fire.

Regina darted up to me, her blonde pigtails dancing. My Si’lat took my hand, her blue eyes intense. She looked furious. I stepped out through the doors and they slammed shut behind me. The air rippled around Regina, spilling over my naked form, brimming with her sweet musk.

We rounded the corner to head to the stairs and came across Asra lounging against the wall. She stood on one foot, the other pressed into the wall. The Ghul smiled at me, her face milk-pale, contrasting with her black hair and lipstick. Fishnet stockings clad her thighs, vanishing into the heavy combat boots she wore. Her red-and-green tartan skirt and bow tie clashed with her goth look.

She winked at me.

“How many Incubi did you summon?”

“One,” she said and burst into amused laughter.

“I’ve seen at least three.” I studied her, reading the amusement flickering across her face. And there was something else. Something in her eyes that seethed with black pain. “Did the one you summon bring friends? How many?”

She shrugged. “Have fun keeping your women from them. They’re going to be joining the staff full time.”

“We’ll dropout. I’ve found the genies already.”

“They’re not going anywhere. Stay or leave, they’ll be around. A harem full of women, all bound to one man ... It’s like crack for them. They’ll have your women, even those genie sluts you think are worthy of marriage, worshiping their cocks. You’re only a man, Corey.

“You can’t compete.”

“Genie-slut!” Regina hissed. The wind gusted around her. “I’ve only been with one man, Ghul.”

“Well, you’re young, Si’lat. I’m sure you’ll have fun seeking them out being Corey’s back once you grow bored of his cock. Try Father Black. Mmm, he’s got a big dick. Just the sort of thing a whore loves.”

The wind slammed into Asra, ruffling around her. A darkness bubbled from the goth girl, a bubble that spilled it around her. The Ghul’s smile grew vicious. She straightened and pushed off from the wall. The buzz of flies hummed in the air.

“I can defend myself, Si’lat! That doesn’t break the rules, and there could be ... casualties. I won’t be the one who is punished, then. You want to be yanked down into Haawiyah as punishment. Or would you disobey the Law and become Unbound?”

The wind died down. “The Sultan will punish you one day, Asra.”

“When will he find the time? He’s too busy sticking his dick in every hole he can.” Asra’s eyes flicked to me. “You should hurry. In’am is as much a whore as Regina. And she’s all alone. Just imagine the naughty fun she must be getting up to.”

I studied Asra’s eyes. She held them on me for a moment then she hissed and jerked them away. I watched her march off with angry steps. Her rage spilled off of her, masking that pain in her soul. I would have kept watching her, but Regina pulled on my hand.

“Right,” I said. “In’am.”

Aleah Buckley

“Okay, what is going on with all these Incubi,” I said after Corey left. I was pleased to see Natiqua here naked and dripping in cum. Corey had claimed a new girlfriend while these Incubi were here. “I saw a Black guy getting a blowjob. The way he stared at me ... Regina’s protection wasn’t working. I barely got away from him.”

“There was that hairy guy,” Havva said. “Father Horn. He walked into our math class. If Corey wasn’t there, I think I would have been with those other girls.”

Vanessa nodded. “He wasn’t ... like Father Juan. Not suave and gorgeous. He was ... like a burly lumberjack. Masculine strength and raw sexuality. I had to cling to Corey to keep from succumbing.”

“Why isn’t Regina’s magic working?” my sister asked. “There was this redheaded guy. He was beautiful. Father Puck ... He was fucking Mrs. Blackwood, talking about how he loved married women, and I swear I was going to suck his cock and let him fuck me if Corey hadn’t come to my rescue.”

“I suspect they’re different types,” said Nadia. She closed her eyes and suddenly water gleamed across her skin. She dripped with it but it didn’t soak her clothing.