Chapter 17

Kate and Baz were dressed in their everyday college clothes, but Laurel was wearing a white dress she bought an hour before at a department store. Tradition, she said.

Laurel had warned the spectators about safety precautions. The demon wouldn’t be able leave the circle but it could throw things through it, and he might be very strong. And of course, if one of them went inside the circle, they would probably be killed. All this was just temporary, though - she should be able to subjugate it by the end of the day, and then they could plan their assault on the sorority.

Watching Laurel cast the spell was actually pretty boring. She burned different herbs in the different candles around the edge of the circle. She made weird gestures with her hands, sometimes combined with body motions like walking in a circle or squatting. She chanted words that the onlookers didn’t recognize.

It’s impossible to say what their eyes saw when the spell was complete. The portions of their brains responsible for interpreting vision shut themselves down, reflexively, to protect their conscious minds from the cascading madness born of violently conjoining two incompatible realities. What they thought they experienced was five seconds of blinding light, vertigo, and a painful scraping noise.

Baz and Laurel had lost their balance and fallen to the ground. When reality and their minds returned to normal, there was a man - or something that looked like a man - standing in it, naked. He had curly black hair and a neatly trimmed beard. His physique was enviable but not ostentatious: it was the sort of body that belonged in movies, for sure, but not comic books. He had an erection - large but not disturbingly so, and perfectly straight. He stood, silent, looking at Laurel with a facial expression she couldn’t identify.

Laurel stood up. “I am your master. You will do my bidding, and then I will release you from this plane. Kneel before me to demonstrate you allegiance.”

The demon didn’t move a muscle.

“Kneel! I said kneel,” she repeated like a frustrated puppy owner.

Kate and Baz were alarmed, but remained silent.

“It’s okay, this is normal,” Laurel said to them. “He just needs a show of strength.”

Laurel consulted a print-out and then spent thirty seconds casting a new spell. The demon’s eyes followed her but otherwise he remained still. “Now tell me whom you serve!” Laurel demanded at the end.

Again he said nothing.

“Um ... It’s okay, I’ll figure this out,” Laurel told her friends. The demon turned his body to track Laurel as she moved to her laptop and skimmed through some web pages.

“I really want to suck that cock,” Kate quietly confided to Baz.

“Me too,” Baz admitted.

“You’re bi?” Kate asked, surprised.

“Not before today!” Baz answered.

“Hey, yo, dude - what’s your name?” Baz asked. The demon didn’t acknowledge him. “Do you speak English? Como te llamas? Wie heissen Sie?”

Baz moved between Laurel and the demon and waved his arms. “Dude! Say something!” He insisted. “I think we got a defective one,” he said to Laurel.

Over the next forty-five minutes Laurel tried spell after spell to control the demon she had summoned, growing increasingly nervous with each failure.

Baz put his hand on Kate’s shoulder. “Hey, can we go to your car and fuck? I feel like it would be safer if I could burn off some of this sexual energy.”

“Yeah, me too,” Kate said.

Laurel turned to face them with a pout and wide, vulnerable eyes, but she didn’t say anything.

“Maybe we can do it here,” Kate suggested. “We probably shouldn’t leave Laurel alone.”

A few minutes later, Kate was on her back on a lounge chair cushion, and Baz was on top of her humping eagerly. Kate was just beginning to moan in time to his thrusts when he suddenly pulled out.

“God damn,” Baz said. “I was about to blow. Hey Laur - do you think you can do that thing to make last longer?”

Laurel took a break from her computer to gesture at Baz, looking annoyed. She waved her hand, giving Baz the go-signal. He dove right back in to Kate’s cunt, fucking like a bunny. Kate smiled and gave a thumbs-up to Laurel before wrapping her arms around Baz.

Baz and Kate banged for an hour, filling the abandoned store with moans. Kate’s fingernails clawed into Baz’s back. Her pussy made a slurping noise each time his cock stroked in and out of it. Neither of the lovers said anything, but both secretly wished that the sexy demon would watch them. Both entertained glimmers of fantasies of him joining them in their carnal act.