Big Man on Campus

His first day back to campus was also unfortunately a day he had classes. Marcus felt energetic but his side still hurt him and he'd woken up a few times from either bad memories of the fight or pain in his side. Walking into the cafeteria a noticeable hush fell over the crowd.

The hush was broken by a squeal from Kelsi, "Marcus!"

She ran to him excitedly but stopped herself from crashing into him as he worried she might. Once she'd stopped though she did pull him in for a hug and kissed his cheek repeatedly.

"I'm so fucking happy you're ok," she said with her bubbly smile, "still in pain?"

"Not too bad," he said, "getting better."

"Good," she said taking his hand and leading him to a table, "what do you want, I'll get it for you."

"Kelsi, you don't have to-"

"Stop," she said as she sat him in a chair at a table with Mia and Madi, "sit, relax."

"Coffee," he said, "iced, and eggs, please."

"You got it Mr. Hero," she said kissing him once more on the cheek before skipping towards the cafeteria.

"You seriously fucked her brains out," said Madi again twirling the straw of her drink with her tongue though not actually drinking.

"They were in short supply to begin with," said Mia taking a drag off a vape, "seriously though, glad you're ok, those DK douches had it coming."

"Yeah," said Madi, "I'm all for some rough group action, but there's that and what they were gonna do."

Mia puffed her vape again and Marcus caught her smiling at him before she realized and returned to her resting bitch face, "so, hows it feel to be campus hero?" asked Mia, "like one your characters."

"Am I a hero?" he said, "the dean wants me gone."

"He's like the only one," said Madi, "all the cheerleaders are ecstatic, especially now that Jillian got ousted."

"A lot of people wanted that group put in their place for a while," said Mia, "you're the talk of campus."

"Not sure I'm comfortable with that," said Marcus as Kelsi return with his food.

"Sorry it took so long, people kept asking me about you and how awesome you are."

"Super," he said grabbing the coffe.

***

Anastasia sat in the cafeteria staring into a black coffee that had long since gotten cold. She hadn't slept, every time she drifted off she was back in the rec center clinging to Mark, begging him to wake up. The one person she'd probably talk to about it was characteristically nowhere to be found, annoying and condescending as Tabitha was she'd grown fond of the witch.

"Hey," said Josie sliding into a seat across from her.

"Hey," said Anastasia.

"Thank you," said Josie, "not just before, but after, whatever you and Tabitha did."

Josie paused, her lip quivered, Anastasia reached out and took her hand, "I'd do it again in a heartbeat."

Josie stiffened up and nodded, "I know we don't like each other, but, knowing you're looking out for him, especially after everything."

"I could say the same," said Anastasia.

They sat in silence, neither of them as put off the other as they'd been though they were still clearly nowhere close to friendly.

"Can you just," started Anastasia, "you know I can't spend time with him, just let me know he's ok?"

"Sure," said Josie, "sure, I can do that."

Josie got up but Anastasia grabbed her hand, "tell him to reach out to Tabitha, please," Josie nodded but Anastasia didn't let go, "he's lucky to have you."

"Thanks," said Josie suddenly not quite so annoyed by her.

***

Marcus made it through his business class despite Professor Roy's best efforts to put him back in a coma.

"Mr. Vallen," said the professor, "a word."

Marcus approached unsure what the man could possibly want.

"Your homework," he said holding up an assignment Marcus had never seen, "you spend so much time with Ms. Chavez her handwriting seems to have rubbed off on you."

"Sorry Professor," he said, "I didn't ask her to."

"Given your recent, shall we call it a medical emergency I'm inclined to ignore it," said the man, "especially given the visit I received from the dean."

"He's not a fan," said Marcus.

"He's a prat," said the professor, "you're not a business major and this is an intro level class so I'm not here to make you reach for the stars, but I will be damned if I'm going to fail a student in my last year teaching solely to appease that man."

"Thank you?" said Marcus.

"You try Mr. Vallen, which is more than I can say for a lot of your classmates, I'm not going to give you a hard time, keep trying, learn what you can from Ms. Chavez, and keep your head down and I'll make sure your grades stay satisfactory at the worst."

"Thanks professor," said Marcus shaking the man's hand.

His second class was more exciting but Professor Banks seemed off, she was distracted, not her normal cheery self. A sinking feeling told him he knew why but against his better judgment he approached her after class.

"Mr. Vallen," she said not looking at him, "glad you're back on your feet."

"Thanks professor," he said, "is everything ok?"

"Why wouldn't it be?" she asked again not looking up.

"Cassidy," he whispered but she glared at him.

"I have a meeting to get to," she said pushing past him.

He needed to get to town to visit her later but first he needed to get off his feet. With a little difficulty he made it to the library and found a quiet corner, eyes kept following, conversations turned hushed in his presence. Being a main character was draining.

***

"Listen up ladies," snapped the cheer coach, "after losing Jillian we need to pick a new captain, now this is a team so I know you'll all be excited to decide on who I've chosen to be that new captain."

A murmur went through the crowd, Kelsi wanted it, but she was a sophomore, so despite being the most popular and the one who knew the routines the best she knew someone else would get it. Could be worse though, Jillian could still be using them as currency.

"Mia!"said the coach, "come on up and address the troops."

Everyone looked shocked, especially Mia who dropped her ice queen attitude and stumbled up in shock.

"Um, why?" said Mia.

"Because I said so," said the coach leaving the room.

Mia knew exactly why, it was because of who her mom and grandma were, sure she knew the routines, sure she was a senior but making nice and being friendly were two skills she'd purposefully avoided mastering. The girls congratulated her despite all of them seeming annoyed at the choice.

"Congrats Mia," said Kelsi extending a hand, "I'm sure you'll do great."

She stared at Kelsi, the girl was the polar opposite of her, but she was driven and annoyingly friendly plus Marcus saw something in her.

"Thanks Kelsi," she said shaking her hand, "um, can I ask you something?"

"Sure," said Kelsi with a shrug.

"You're the one who should have gotten this," said Mia, "but you know how coach is, how'd you like to be my second in command?"

"Really?" squealed Kelsi, "I'd be totally honored.

Kelsi hugged her and Mia groaned, "ok, save that for someone else, anyone else really."

"So, what're my orders boss?" asked Kelsi assuming a mock attention stance and putting on an overly serious face.

"Recruiting," said Mia, "we're down a girl, we need someone, preferably a freshman."

"Aye aye captain," said Kelsi giving a mock salute.

"I already hate this," said Mia.

***

"There we go," said Ariana putting a fresh bandage on Marcus' side, "if I didn't know better I'd say there was no way you were stabbed two days ago, you heal quick."

"Thanks," said Marcus fixing his shirt.

"Obviously if there is any sharp pain, discharge or anything either come right in or call," said Ariana, "and the doctor wanted to just pop in before you go."

"Sure," said Marcus, "thanks again."

Ariana smiled as she walked towards the door, why was a thanks from this young, handsome, built man doing things to her?

"Mr. Vallen," said Alexis entering with a smile, "how are you feeling?"

"Fine," he said, "all things considered."

"When I'd heard," she said, "well, I'm glad you're ok, hate to see a member of our campus injured."

"Thanks Doc," he said getting to his feet, "hopefully you get some good news soon."

"You said you already knew," said Alexis.

"I do," he said, "but, woman like you, you want to see the results yourself."

"Of course," she said, "don't be a stranger."

***

Cassidy entered her apartment and threw her stuff down, pregnant, by a student, she thought she was just getting her life together. There was a knock at the door and she opened it to find Marcus standing there.

"Mr. Vallen," she said not inviting him in, "how did you get in here?"

"I'm really charming," he said with a shrug, "can we talk?"

Against her better judgment she opened the door and let him in.

"What's wrong Cassidy?" he asked taking a seat with a wince.

"I'm," she paused, she hadn't said the words out loud to anyone, even herself, he was the only one she could think to tell, "I'm pregnant."

"Fuck, Cassidy," he said, "I'm so sorry."

"I was finally following my dreams," she said taking a seat next to him, "I'm gonna lose my job."

"No one has to know," he said.

"I mean it's not your fault," she said, "I know I asked for it with the whole risky creampie thing. Now the dean is up my ass about you."

"He's got it out for me," said Marcus.

"I am glad you're ok," she said taking his hand, "are you still in any pain?"

"Some," said Marcus, "the bus ride here was bumpy."

"Well," she said climbing onto his lap causing some discomfort in his side.

"Let your professor distract you," she said, "I'll go get my uniform on."

She walked away and he leaned back in the chair, if she was going to bounce that ass on him he might hurt himself. A moment later she returned, nude except for her collar.

"I know you can't be rough with me," she said, "but I'll still do whatever my student wants," she got to all fours and crawled to him, "you got your professor pregnant," she said undoing his pants, "and she's still a slut for your cock."

"Done playing reluctant professor?" he asked rubbing her cheek as she got him out and slowly stroked him with both hands.

"Mhm," shes said licking up his length, "I'm obsessed with this cock," she wrapped her plump lips around his tip and slowly took him in.

"Fuck Cassidy," he groaned putting a hand on her head, "you have perfect dick sucking lips."

She worked him expertly using both hands as her tongue worked his head, her lips stayed tight around him.

"Told you you'd learn to love it professor," he said, "suck the cock that bred your slutty pussy."

She seemed to suck him even more eagerly after that. He grabbed her head and forced her to take him deeper, deep enough she had to move her hands.

"Oh God professor," he groaned you're gonna make me cum.

She took him out and turned around sliding him into her pussy. He slapped her ass hard with a groan.

"Oh fuck professor, your greedy pussy just needs my cum."

"It does," she whined, "give me what I need."

He squeezed her ass with both hands and after a few thrusts he filled her up with a loud groan. She stood up pulling him out as cum ran down her thigh.

"Sorry I reacted like that," she said, "hope this makes up for it."

"It's a start," he said zipping up and getting to his feet, "but I'll be back when I'm better."

***

Tabitha sat at the sex shop counter, it was still early, at least for the deviants who frequented this establishment. She flipped through the cardiology book she'd "borrowed" from the bookstore in town, she couldn't make heads or tails of it so she didn't really know what she expected to learn, maybe she could learn something through osmosis.

"Hey Tabs," came a voice.

"Hey Shiloh," she said not looking up, "here to suck off some strangers?"

"Fuck you," said the purple haired girl, "but no, what are you reading?"

"Spell book," said Tabitha holding up one of her magic tomes which was currently masking the cardiology book.

"Weirdo," said Shiloh sitting on the counter, "all quiet on the pervert front?"

"So far," said Tabitha, "Monday night isn't exactly prime gooning hours, at least not for the common gooner."

"Familiar with the common gooner?" said Shiloh, "you've been working here too long."

Tabitha chuckled, "hows the bar?"

"It's the bar," said Shiloh picking up a box of penis pills, "Rhino hard?"

"No idea," said Tabitha, "people buy them, no idea if they work."

Tabitha sensed him, she looked up and saw Marcus walk in and start to pick up exactly what he was looking for, he was certainly becoming versed in their wares.

"Ugh," groaned Shiloh as she saw him, "fucking loser."

"You know each other?" asked Tabitha as Shiloh hopped off the counter.

"Met him once," said Shiloh, "heard about him too much, some kind of wanna be casanova, he was creeping on a girl at the bar and not drinking."

"So what," said Tabitha, "you hate him on principle?"

"Freshman shows up," said Shiloh, "pisses off DK over some chick, ok maybe he's got balls, but all the women fawning over him, even the professors seem to like him, happy parents all visiting. Some people don't know how lucky they are. Plus he shows up uninvited to an ND party and turns them into a bunch of party animals, like fuck off those are my friends"

"You act like he pissed in your coffee," said Tabitha, "making judgements without getting to know someone."

"That's bullshit coming from you," said Shiloh, "you don't get to know anyone."

"I got to know you," said Tabitha.

"Yeah, because your mom forced you to," said Shiloh.

"Still haven't forgiven her for that," said Tabitha, "you know the ginger you hate got hospitalized for trying to stop DK from assaulting two of his friends?"

"Don't believe idle gossip," said Shiloh, "but if you love him so much let him hit, maybe it'll thaw you out a bit."

Tabitha flipped her off as she watched Marcus out the corner of her eye, he was limping a bit, still some pain.

"Well I'll leave you with your boyfriend," said Shiloh, "maybe give him one of these," she said tossing the boner pills at Tabitha who made no effort to catch the package.

Shiloh left and a moment later Marcus walked up with all kinds of devices, someone was getting punished.

"Friend of yours?" he asked watching Shiloh leave.

"Fan of hers?" asked Tabita setting down the book and leaning forward to emphasize her ample cleavage, "I could introduce you, let you two hatefuck it out."

"Maybe later," he said procuring his credit card.

"You know your thrall was in here earlier," said Tabitha, '"bought quite a few things of a similar nature."

"Need to suprise her," said Marcus, "and it isn't all for her."

"Kinky," she offered crossing her arms under her breasts to push them up.

"Tabitha," he said making no effort to avert his gaze, "if you're trying to get my attention it's working."

"I've been trying to get your attention," she said, "I'm beginning to think you don't like me."

"You've saved my life, on multiple occasions," he said, "I do like you."

"But," she said, "you haven't accepted my offer."

"Because," he said paying for his purchase, "your body says yes, your words certainly say yes, but your eyes."

"My eyes?" she said.

"You're not offering for the sex," he said, "or even for the pregnancy."

"So why am I offering?" she asked puzzled, he shouldn't be able to sense anything but lust from her.

"No idea," he said, "figure you're blocking my sense, but your eyes, I know worry when I see it."

"I think you're just reading too much into it," said Tabitha as he bagged his own stuff.

"I think you're lying," he said, "but if you ever did want to come clean, you know how to find me."

He took his stuff and turned towards the door.

"Marcus," she said getting to her feet, "wait."

He stopped and turned back to her, "what's up?"

"Did you talk to Anastasia, since the hospital?"

"No," he said clearly pained by that admission, "she's been keeping her distance, she did reach out through Josie, asked me to talk to you."

"She did?" said Tabitha, "did she pass along why?"

He shrugged, "guess she figured you'd tell me."

She stood before him, sure she was warded against his passive energy, sure she had on protection against any corruption and yet now, as she readied to come clean she felt more vulnerable than she had in some time.

"I need your help," she said looking up at him, pleading.

"Sure," he said immediately softening, "what is it Tabitha?"

"It's, medical," she said, "I'm sick."

"How sick?" he asked, his voice heavy with concern.

"Very," she said as he stepped back towards the counter.

He seemed to puzzle it out in his head, "you think I can...cure you?"

"Maybe," she said, "hopefully."

"Of course," he said putting the bag down, "Tabitha whatever you need."

"She was right," said Tabitha, "really was that easy."

"We're friends," he said reaching out to take her hand, "I'd do anything for you."

This stupid oaf of an incubus was far too sweet for his own good. Against her better judgement she moved around the counter and hugged him stifling a sob, she had an aura to maintain after all.

"So," he said, "how does this work?"

"Figured oral?" she said nervously, "only if you're up for it."

"Big titty goth girl wants to suck my cock?" he said with a smirk, "yeah, I'm definitely up for it."

She lightly punched his arm then locked the front door and brought him into the gloryhole room. He grabbed her waist and looked down at her as he held her close.

"You're nervous," he said, "I don't bite."

"No," she said trying to stop herself from shaking, "I know, it's just."

"It's your first time," he said, it wasn't a question, no ability to sense it, he'd simply read her like a book.

"Is it that obvious?" she asked, their lips were close, maybe just a taste.

He kissed her softly and as her grip tightened on his arms his kiss grew more passionate, his tongue pushing into her mouth mingling with hers, her first kiss.

"I can practically feel your heart racing," he said as their lips parted.

Her heart, her stupid defective heart. Before she could dwell on it she felt him undoing the back of her dress, it was complicated, ties, corset, the works, he undid it like he was opening a book.

"Can't wait to see these tits," he said slowly pulling down the front of her dress.

"You've been thinking about them?" she asked.

"Since the day we met," he said pulling them free, they were massive, pale with large dark areolas, "I'm the only one to see these?"

"Yeah," she gasped as he gently squeezed them.

"I am so fucking lucky," he said squeezing a bit harder, they were too big for one hand but still he squeezed letting them spill out between his fingers.

She was getting wet, someone getting her aroused for the first time, his hands felt incredible and when she thought he was finally done with her tits he took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked. She grabbed the back of his head and moaned, this was supposed to be about sucking his cock and getting better, instead he was making her feel good, relaxing her, awakening a part of her she'd ignored so far. His hand slid up between her legs, her legs which were already weak, she was clinging to him for support. He seemed to read her need and pulled a chair over sitting back in it and pulling her into his lap as he pulled her panties aside and brushed her pussy.

"Gods," she gasped as he brushed her clit, her pussy being touched for the first time.

He pulled her back in for a kiss, his fingers working her expertly, his other hand teasing one of her tits perfectly. She clung to his hair leaning into him, she was close, desperate for this new experience. He didn't rush it, didn't get over eager, he was focused completely on her pleasure. She whimpered, she shook, it was overwhelming, too much and perfect.

"Marcus," she whimpered, "I...fuck."

"There you go Tabitha," he said watching her as she came, her body pushing into his hand, "so fucking sexy."

His hand finally pulled away and she gasped and blushed, it had felt amazing and he thought she was sexy.

"You didn't have to do that," she said looking down at him.

"Maybe," he said, "but I really fucking wanted to."

She kissed him, the myterious persona was gone, he was sexy, he'd touched her in more ways than one and now it was her turn to make him feel good.

"Was I your first kiss?" he asked and she nodded, "so I was definitely your first orgasm."

"Yeah," she said wrapping her arms around him and kissing him again, more passionately, she could feel him growing hard under her.

She wasn't being corrupted, he couldn't influence her and yet she wanted more than they'd discussed, she wanted him, one time with him, one thing for her that wasn't about getting better, just about pleasure.

"Ready for what comes next?" he asked.

She nodded and groped his crotch, she'd read about the enhancements an incubus got but reading and feeling in her hand were two different things. Maybe she had better work up to what she was thinking, she got to her knees and undid his pants. He looked down at her as she strugled with his pants and she blushed, he was handsome and he was looking at her like she was all that mattered. He brushed some hair from her face and rubbed her cheek and she froze relishing this touch.

"Let me help you," he said undoing his pants and pulling them and his boxers down.

His cock was out, even feeling it she wasn't prepared for the specimen in front of her. Would she even be able to get her mouth around it, let alone any length into her mouth. She wrapped her hands around him and slowly stroked, he was hard, warm. He let out an appreciative groan as she brought a hand towards his tip and worked her thumb under it stroking his length with her other hand.

"Is this ok?" she asked, "I know I need to swallow it at the end, but am I doing ok?"

"You're doing great," he said grabbing a handful of one of her tits.

"Do you," she gasped as he continued to squeeze, "do you want to use them?"

"Can I?" he asked eagerly.

He wanted to fuck her tits, sure she'd teased him with them plenty so she supposed that shouldn't be surprising but it was certainly flattering. She wrapped her tits around him, for probably the first time she was glad her tits were so obscenely big, the back pain was worth it for him to be so perfectly nestled between them. It took her a minute to start working and get a good rhythm but soon he was gliding smoothly between her tits and groaning.

"Fuck Tabitha, they feel even better than I imagined."

"Yeah?" she asked looking up at him.

He would have liked to thrust but it had been a long day, his side was bothering him and her tits felt amazing regardless. She released his cock and leaned down licking his tip slowly before taking him into her mouth.

"Oh fuck Tabitha," he groaned putting a hand on her head, "there you go."

He was never going to fit but she was going to try her best, she used her hands stroking him, teasing his balls as she sucked him. She tried in vain to force him deeper succeeding only in causing some drool to run down his shaft which she used to lubricate him. She tried again to force him deeper, gagging, eyes watering but got him no deeper, he was too big, her mouth too small.

"God," he groaned, "fuck Tabitha here it comes."

She felt him throb and then he unloaded, it was salty, thick, there was so much. Tabitha sucked eagerly swallowing as she could, still working him and when he'd finished she licked his shaft clean, then her hands.

"Fuck you were eager," he said with a sigh.

"I was good?" she asked.

"For your first time?" he asked, "you did incredible."

They got dressed and she unlocked the front of the shop, he looked exhausted, she wondered if it had worked.

"Let me know if it worked," he said, "I really want to help you, any way I can."

"Thanks Marcus," she said pulling him back in for a kiss, "hopefully we won't need to do this again."

"Hopefully we do it anyway," he said kissing her cheek.

He groaned and gathered his things, "go out the back door," she said with a wink, "it'll take you home."