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Though it hadn't proved quite as effective as Jo had hoped, she had
actually dressed down for her mall excursion. A frumpy hoodie, baggy
cargo pants, that kind of thing. Which only helped excite Sandeep as he
reached the landing and saw his companion shedding these unflattering
clothes,revealing the goddess beneath. The door had barely shut behind
them when she'd began pulling them off her shapely form. Not that he was
complaining.
By the time he reached his bedroom and threw open the door, she had
caught up to him, fully disrobed, and so began to help him reach the same
state. Once she had him naked before his bed, she pressed her soft hands
up against his bare chest, running them up towards his shoulders, her
fingers lightly caressing as she did so.
Her face as she her gaze travelled up from his chest to meet his eyes was
one he'd never seen before, let alone seen aimed squarely at him. Her
expression was one of worship, as though his was the appearance that
dripped divine perfection rather than hers. Despite his years-old
barriers of self-doubt and cynicism, he felt... desirable.
Her hands had reached his shoulders, and then rubbed down along his back
as her arms wrapped themselves around his neck, and she slowly moved in
for his first kiss. His mouth was hanging half-open when her plush lips
pushed them further apart, and her tongue ventured in to find his own.
He barely knew what he was doing, not helped by being hypnotised by her
beauty or the new feelings, both physical and emotional. That mattered
little, however, as she artfully lead him through the motions, pressing
her breasts into his front as she did so. Against her leg she could feel
him getting harder, and so after what had seemed like an eternity of
bliss, she pulled her head back from his.
Staring into his eyes again with a warm smile on her face, she walked him
backwards to his bed, and lightly pushed him down onto it before climbing
on after him. Laying back on his bed, he had a full view of her as she
positioned herself over him, in all her radiance. The vision of youthful
loveliness before him flashed one more smile, this time more naughty than
nice, and lead him into her.
Her back arched slightly as he filled her. After so long feeling hollow,
after so many restless nights haunted by that feeling, at long last she
felt whole again. Complete.
She hadn't heard the noise she'd made, caught between a moan and a yelp,
as he'd entered her. Instead she'd become rigid all over as she'd
wallowed in the joyous satisfaction, as though her entire body had been
impaled on him.
Some semblance of rational thought entered Jo's mind again, chiefly
exactly what she was doing. She'd taken some nerdy-looking stranger away
from being bullied to his first blowjob, and then had eagerly followed
him to his house where she'd now begun screwing him.
On one level she felt like she was taking advantage of the boy who was so
clearly out of his depth, and on another she felt she'd been trapped by
this boy's desires and was herself merely being used. Both thoughts only
fueled her arousal rather than brought up any horror or outrage. She knew
that shouldn't be so. But, loving that it was so, she pulled herself out
of her stasis with a sultry smile and began moving again.
The movement started in her hips but rippled up her spine as she rode him
with her whole body. She gasped out and moaned as he lay grunting beneath
her, awkwardly shoving himself up into her to no particular rhythm. She
more than made up for his lack of precision, however.
Jo's body had been designed as a perfect pleasure vehicle, but Joel had
not been ungenerous. For while she had all the tools at her disposal to
give her partner a whirlwind lovemaking session, she was more than
capable of fully satisfying herself at the same time, regardless of any
ineptitude on her lover's part. So timing his climax with her own wasn't
something she had to consciously aim for, instead coming instinctively to
her.
Just as he was about to fire off inside her, the prelude to Jo's orgasm
hit, and so her insides clamped down on him hard, setting him off even
more furiously. His seed erupting so violently inside her in turn set her
crashing headlong into a particularly intense climax. Sandeep tensed his
entire body as hers convulsed upon him. After he was finished, she
collapsed onto his chest and writhed, as her orgasm continued to rock
her.
Sandeep lay staring down at the beautiful creature lost in ecstacy on his
chest, her head still squirming against his shoulder. It still seemed no
more real to him than it had in the maintenance closet. Indeed, she
herself still seemed unreal. Her breathing steadied, and the goddess
before him's face settled into an expression of contended bliss.
Though he was carnally satisfied, he was starved for any comprehension of
what happened for the last half hour or so. But all the answers lay
swimming in the afterglow with the glorious creature in front of him, and
so despite his ill-placed nervousness, he resolved to get right to it.
"Who... who are you? What's going on, and... why me?" He expected the
last to be the question that would prompt the explanation he was looking
for, but as her eyes fluttered open and she delivered the answers, still
in a daze, he discovered it was in fact the second that would reveal all.
And reveal all she did.
With the need for only a few follow-up questions on specifics, she
detailed the whole affair, from the beginning of Joel's experiments with
demons to the end of their lovemaking only moments prior. She explained
her condition, her capabilities, and her abortive attempts to be free of
both.
By the time she was finishing explaining, her trance was almost over, but
so was her ability to stay conscious. Days of fatigue were catching up to
her, and so he crept out as she fell out of her trance and into a deep
sleep, locking his bedroom door as he did so. If what she said was true,
she'd regain a sense of self that wasn't quite the same as the lusty
vixen he'd spent his afternoon with, and he didn't want her running out
on him.
Not when such an opportunity had at last landed in his lap. Not when he
planned for her to land in his lap a great many more times.
It was light when Jo drifted into wakefulness. She'd been dozing, half
sleeping, for an hour or so beforehand, and so sat up feeling refreshed.
For the first time in days, the fatigue was gone. She'd become so
accustomed to it that she'd started feeling like that was the norm.
It was this wakeful state that had her realise within moments that the
window wasn't where it should be. That the bed was in the wrong corner of
the room, was the wrong size, the wrong height. That she was in the wrong
room. And so her memories of the previous day came flooding back.
Some poor dude had been getting picked on, but his bullies had pulled
down his trousers, and then... the rest didn't bear dwelling on. As far
as Jo remembered, the guy hadn't actually done much other than relocate
their tryst, which at least meant she hadn't ended up sleeping in a
supply closet.
She'd thank him for the good night's sleep, then, and be on her way. He
seemed like too much of a wimp to offer all that much resistance, so she
didn't anticipate much trouble blowing him off. That was, until she saw
the look on his face when she turned to the sound of the door closing.
And locking.
Ian had spent his days after the mall encounter hating himself even more
furiously than before. But he'd also been left confused. That had been
Jo, not Joel, walking around the mall. Yet, she had none of the usual
focused lust that had driven her in all the other times he'd laid eyes on
her. And given her uniquely stunning appearance, he could be sure he
hadn't just seen some similar-looking girl. There were no similar-looking
girls.
In his fear and self-doubt, the idea that he'd somehow compelled Jo to
stay a woman with his parting words to her had occurred to him. Along
with dozens of other, equally farfetched explanations. Finally, the
questions got too much for even his guilt to hold him back, and he went
to Joel's house to find the answers.
No-one was home, which set off alarm bells in Ian's mind. He calmed down
by reminding himself that he'd seen Joel doing fine, if a little nervous-
looking, at the mall by herself. Her being out of the house now didn't
necessarily mean the worst. But it didn't preclude it, either.
Ian had resolved to wait in Joel's room for him. Or her, as might now be
more accurate. But when he got inside, he found the room in a state of
disarray. Joel was usually fairly good about tidying, and what's more,
this wasn't random clutter. This was notes, files, equipment, and bound
folders. A chronicle of everything Joel knew, had experienced, and now
suspected about demonology.
While Joel may have left Ian out for not having the guts to take the
risks that were necessary in the art, now that there were documented
notes, Ian felt like he might be able to find a solution. If nothing
else, he was a good study, and so he got to work. If Joel was really
lucky, Ian would have a solution before he even returned home.
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