At the bar

The crew piled into the bar and pushed some tables together. The bartender mercifully wasn't the purple haired girl but the poor guy looked like he'd seen combat in the past forty-eight hours jumping whenever someone tried to get his attention. Wei and Trace joined a short while later and Marcus realized how bittersweet it was, he had everyone here, almost everyone, he had Anastasia but Josie not being here it felt incomplete.

"Where's Josie?" asked Trace as he sat down, almost everyone at the table glared at him, "ok I clearly missed something."

He looked at Wei who shrugged, "long story," said Lily.

"I'm sorry Yas," said Marcus to Yasmin as the rest of the crowd talked, "I told her in confidence I never thought-"

"Papi," she said, "it's fine, I like the chica but she's clearly got some issues."

"How are you?" he asked, "all things considered."

"Ok," she shrugged, "this still doesn't feel real, though the alcohol making me nauseous is a pretty good indicator."

"Well I mean it Yas," he said, "anything you need."

"Well, my first appointment," said Yasmin, "it's coming up, would you?"

"Of course," said Marcus, "I'll be there."

She kissed his cheek and rested her head on his shoulder, "thanks Papi."

Anastasia caught his eye from down the table, she looked at him with Yasmin and smiled at him, that big genuine Anastasia smile. Down the table Celia was doting on Katie. Lily, Wei and Trace were involved in some sort of heated discussion though Marcus figured it was probably about Magic. He looked towards the bar and saw Tabitha sitting by herself staring in his direction.

"Hey," said Marcus taking the stool next to her.

"Hey yourself," said Tabitha, "I made you and offer a while back, a girl might be offended you haven't taken her up on it."

"It's definitely tempting," said Marcus looking her over, "but are you sure?"

She nodded, "I probably know more about all of this than you do," she said.

"You're not exactly easy to find," he said.

"Trust me," she said rubbing his arm, "if you want me, you'll find me."

"I don't know what you did," he said, "with Anastasia, but thanks."

"She's growing on me," said Tabitha, "annoying, but endearing."

"What happened with Josie," said Marcus, "if you hadn't been there."

"It's messy," said Tabitha, "the demon, it's not just what he says to her when she's awake."

"Is there any way," he paused, "to release her?"

"It wouldn't be pleasant," said Tabitha, "and she'd have to want it, truly want it."

"I just wish I knew what made her do it in the first place," he said sipping his soda.

Tabitha looked him over, studying him, "you've gotten four people pregnant so far, for a baby incubus that's pretty good, especially for someone who didn't ask for this power, it makes you different."

"You've known many Incubuses...Incubi?"

"Latin is hard," she said patting his head patronizingly, "I've known one, I've read about a few. The people who make these deals, to be avatars of lust, they do it for the thrill, the power, the control. Someone like you though, you could break this curse, you...and someone you love."

He looked towards Anastasia as Tabitha smirked, "I thought I could feed off of your power when we first met, but that was before I got to know you, since then I've been trying to push you both together."

"But we can't," he said, "I can't break the curse."

"Why not?" said Tabitha rather abruptly, "I thought that's what you'd want."

"It's my Mom," he said, "the curse, it's keeping her alive."

Fuck, fuck, fuck, thought Tabitha.

"I'm not going to pretend I don't enjoy the benefits," he said, "but she's the reason I got this curse and I'll do what I have to."

"Of course," said Tabitha as she watched him walk back to the group.

She walked out of the bar in a panic, she was helping, at least she thought she was but if the curse broke, if he and Anastasia reached a moment of pure unadulterated mutual love, his mom would die. There had to be something she could do, talk to Anastasia? No that was stupid, it was too much to put on her, then again she was currently shouldering all of this herself.

The thrall, it wasn't perfect, far from it, but if she could get Marcus to forgive, to feel even a little bit for her what he felt for Anastasia it could keep the curse going. It was messy, it was stupid, it was the best she had.

***

Marcus walked Yasmin and Anastasia back to their rooms, he stopped outside of Yasmin's door as Anastasia went into her room giving him a smile as if to say, "when you're done."

"Tell me when that appointment is," he said, "I'll be there, football, my job, it's all secondary."

"Papi," she said hugging him tightly, "you're really too good."

"How much is it?" he asked, "the appointment."

"$250," she said, "you'd think our tuition would mean it was cheaper but I guess they want to discourage us getting pregnant."

"I'll cover it," he said, "no arguments."

"Papi," she held him tightly as tears began to well up, what was she going to do without him?

He kissed her goodnight and walked next door, he opened the door to find Anastasia waiting for him under her covers, when he closed the door she pulled back the covers revealing she was entirely naked, she gave a come here with her finger, her eyes pure lust.

"I could get used to this view," he said pulling his clothes off.

"You're such a good man Mark," she said as he approached her.

A man, this might be the first time she'd ever called him that.

"Seeing how you care for Yasmin, a lot of people with your abilities, hell a lot of average everyday douchebags wouldn't be half as good," she said climbing onto him as he laid down on the bed, "you're taking such good care of everyone, let me take care of you."

She got down between his legs and wrapped her hands around him. He looked even bigger up close, too thick to fully close her hand around, way more than two hands long. She locked eyes with him as she took him into her mouth slowly working her tongue around him. She hadn't sucked a lot of cocks but all of them seemed pointless, he was the only one who really deserved it and he was going to get her A-game.

It was surreal, Stasi was sucking his cock, in all of his wildest fantasies, every dream, conscious or otherwise, every tissue he impregnated, it was always sex, the Hollywood kind where everything is perfect. She was too pretty, too perfect, too out of reach to suck cock, but here she was working him expertly the object of years of love and desire focused solely on his pleasure. He brushed some hair from her face and rubbed her cheek as she worked, she got him as deep as she could into her mouth, he cheek bulging out with each slow, deliberate thrust. Then, without fanfare, she swallowed him.

"Fuck Stasi," he groaned, "oh my god."

He didn't know how but she giggled with him in her throat, her hands working slowly but expertly, god she was everything to him.

"God Stasi, fuck that feels good," she looked up at him, his cock in her throat and gave a wink before continuing.

Her sucking his cock was one thing, her throating him was another, her being this good was the cherry on top. He could easily keep holding out, his powers as strong as they were but he didn't want to, he wanted to show her how much he loved it.

"Stasi fuck, I'm right there."

She stroked him faster with her hands taking him out of her throat but working her tongue around him, her head bobbing.

He let out a long drawn out, "fuck," as he filled her mouth, she kept her lips tight around him holding everything in.

He was weak, it was perfect, something he'd never even dared to dream. She slowly pulled him out and with a little effort swallowed his massive load and gave him a coy smile.

"Was that ok?" she said.

He pulled her in and kissed her as she let out a, "mpf!"

"Mark," she said giggling as she pulled away, "I just sucked your dick."

"I'm aware," he said rolling her onto her back, "I was there."

"But you kissed me," she said, "I thought guys don't like that."

"Maybe some guys," he said kissing down her stomach, "but I couldn't help myself."

He devoured her soft, pale skin with every kiss before pressing his lips to her clit.

"Oh Mark," she gasped, "you don't have to."

She said he didn't have to but she grabbed his head holding him to her and even not being able to read her he knew she wanted it.

"No Stasi," he said, "I absolutely have to."

Did she actually taste better than anyone else? He couldn't say, but in this moment he couldn't think of anything better. Her fingers ran through his hair grabbing a handful as he worked his tongue right where it needed to be.

"You certainly get turned on sucking my cock," he said sliding two fingers into her.

"So turned on," she gasped, "fuck, Mark."

Her thighs wrapped around his head, his free hand reached up and squeezed one of her perfect tits, this was heaven, this was another fantasy, making her feel good, showing her how much he loved her. He licked, he sucked, he worked his fingers and she clutched his hair, her thighs squeezed his head, her moan caught in her throat as she writhed under his attention. He pinched her tiny nipple and she shook, grabbing his hand on her tit with one of hers, her other still clinging to his head.

"Oh god," she whimpered.

This was absolutely the best experience of her life, his cock was great and she would definitely want more of it but the way he was expertly playing her body solely for her pleasure, it was ecstasy. She came hard, she held him as he worked her through it but he didn't stop, he kept working until she was completely too sensitive and had to pull him off.

"No more," she groaned, "fuck, too sensitive."

He climbed back up and pressed his lips to hers as she tasted herself on him, she wrapped her arms around him as held him as they kissed.

"Mark," she said, "we have class in the morning."

"I know," he said looking over her nude form, his cock stirring at the thought of her.

"Mark," she groaned playfully as he grabbed her waist and kissed her neck, "you make it hard to say no."

"You make it hard," he said with a grin.

She lightly slapped his arm, "so bad," she said as she felt him hard between her legs, "ok, you can have me...on one condition."

"Name it," he said hungrily sucking one of her nipples.

"The publishing rep," she said, "you like older women?"

"I'm not particular either way," he said teasing her slit with his cock.

"She looked a lot like your mom."

"Eww," he groaned rolling off of her.

"I didn't mean it in a bad way," she said, "your mom is pretty."

"Ugh," he groaned holding his hand over his eyes, "I'm never gonna be able to look at Jess again."

"I'm sorry," she said, "if I'm gonna help you I was just trying to figure out what you like."

"Thanks Dr. Freud," he said, he was acting like he didn't want her anymore but he was still hard.

She climbed on top of him pressing her lips to his, "don't pretend you don't still want me," she said, "though you still haven't met my condition."

"What is it?" he said looking her over.

"Well, I want to know your type," she said, "I want to know what kind of sex you like, and..." she paused.

"What is it Stasi?"

"Well, when we have sex you're always so romantic with me," she said, "what if you fucked me," she blushed hard and didn't meet his eyes, "like I was a whore."

"Stasi," he said.

"No," she said, "I mean it, fuck me like it's just sex, I want to feel like I'm just a toy."

His cock practically jumped at the notion, "well my type," he said, "I definitely like more submissive women," he said, "but big ass, small ass, big tits, small tits, hair, race, I don't really care about any of that."

"What about like a nurse fantasy," she said, "or like a boss or teacher?"

"Well, Jess is technically my boss," he said then paused, "and I have fucked a professor."

"Mark!" she said her eyes lighting up, "what, who?"

"I've gotta stop telling people," he said, "Professor Banks, my Creative Writing instructor."

"Oh my god you horn dog," she said, "and...what kind of sex do you like?"

"I like it...a little rough," he said, "I like being in control."

"Rough?" she said, "like what would you do to me?"

"To you?" he said his voice cracking, "spank you?" she nodded, "spank your tits?" she shivered and nodded, "slap you?" she bit her lip, "choke you," he said seeing how aroused she was getting, "demean you."

"Mark," she said as horny as she'd possibly ever been, "I consent to all of that, but I want to know one thing, when you fucked Emily...were you thinking about me?"

"Yes," he admitted.

She kissed him hard, her teeth crashing into his as she forced her tongue into his mouth, "I'm a good girl," she said, "I don't normally fuck random guys."

"I'm sure you say that to all the guys," he said grabbing her throat, "slut."

She shivered at that, she shouldn't want a man she loved to talk to her like that, should she? He got her into cowgirl and brought her down hard onto his cock, filling her in one aggressive thrust.

"Holy shit," she whimpered.

"You love it slut," he growled holding her throat and grabbing a handful of her hair as he started to thrust hard and fast, "you're pretty wet for a random cock Ms. Idontnormallydothis."

"You're so rough," she managed as he tightened his grip on her throat.

"I bet you're used to guys losing it at the sight of these tits," he said finally releasing her throat and squeezing one of her tits hard, "just another big titted whore," he growled slapping one as her pussy clenched him, "I think you like that slut," he said slapping her other tit.

"Open up," he growled, she opened her mouth and he spit into hers slapping her tit even harder, "god you really are a slut."

"Mhm," she whimpered she was close, why was this so hot?

"I could have had anyone in that bar tonight, maybe I should have had the witch."

"You should have," she whimpered as she came.

"Already? I've barely started, fucking pathetic."

He turned her around and brought her back down onto him, "tiny ass," he said giving it a hard slap as she yelped, "at least your pussy is tight."

He grabbed her waist and started to thrust. Just a hole, not Stasi, a random slut, like Emily.

"Mar-" she started as he cupped her mouth.

"No names slut," he growled as he started to hammer her, "I'm sure whatever name you gave me when I paid for you was fake."

That did something to her, she was just a whore he'd paid for, he was a strange man who owned her for the hour. His cock relentlessly pummeled her right where she needed it. She clenched, she shook, she squirted hard, his cock falling out as she came violently in his arms. He barely gave her a second to recover before he forced himself back in and kept hammering her.

"Too sensitive," she whined.

He slapped her and kept going, "I paid for the hour, I'm getting my money's worth, even if you were cheap as shit."

She either came again or kept cumming, she couldn't really tell which.

"I probably paid to much for you," he growled pushing her flat on her stomach and forcing himself back into her as she squealed and writhed under him.

"Now you can't go anywhere whore," he said, "now be a good cocksleeve and fucking take it."

It was hard, it was deep, it was aggressive bordering on violent and she was in some kind of perverse heaven. Toy, worthless toy, she liked that thought, what had he paid for her? $100, no he'd probably talked her down. He forced his fingers into her mouth using it as a makeshift handle as he used her.

"Can't believe I paid $50 for you," he, growled, "can't even handle my cock. I don't even want to cum inside a cheap whore, probably end up with a bastard."

She was even cheaper than she'd thought, he was so aggressive, Emily was right though, this was amazing. Being a hole, being his hole. She needed to practice, she needed to give him all of her.

"You stupid slut, you didn't even ask for the money up front."

Stupid cock crazed slut, thats what she was.

"I'll let you earn that $50," he said, "we'll play a game called don't puke on my cock."

He pulled out and got her to her knees in front of him, with little warning he shoved himself into her mouth and forced into her throat, she grabbed his thighs but he held her head using her throat almost as roughly as he'd just used her pussy. She clenched his thighs and drool ran from her mouth but he didn't stop. He held her down as deep as he could get and squeezed one of her tits hard as she gagged, then rather than pulling out he slapped her ass hard.

"Fucking toy," he groaned.

She tried to push him back but he held her.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going whore?" he growled holding her in place, "probably should have offered $40, you probably would have taken $25."

Her eyes teared, her throat and her lungs burned, he pulled back and held his tip just at the opening of her throat.

"Here it comes whore, your reward."

She was gonna puke, she tried to gasp for air but there was only cum and cock, swallow, she forced herself to swallow it and he pushed her off of him once he'd finished, she was barely conscious but she felt him grab her throat and slap her.

"Earth to whore," he said, "stay with me. My cock isn't gonna clean itself. "

She took him into her mouth, still mostly dazed and sucked him.

"At least you're good at this," he groaned, "should have just given you $15 for a bj."

She made sure she'd gotten every drop and took him out looking up at him with exhausted eyes.

"How was that Stasi?" he said his entire presence softening.

She weakly grabbed his head and pulled him in for a kiss. He picked her up and laid her back on the bed laying down next to her.

"I don't think I knew what I was signing up for," she said weakly as her head lay on his chest.

"Was it too much?" he said nervously, "I didn't-"

She pressed a finger to his lips, "it was better than I imagined. I'll be your cheap whore anytime."