Foosball

Marcus got up relatively early the next morning, not drinking meant he didn't have a hangover and demon powers meant he was typically full of energy. All that aside he'd kind of coasted through his classes that week so he figured a day studying and catching up on work was probably a good idea. He was almost to the library when he saw Katie walking his way smiling ear to ear in a daze.

"Walk of shame?" asked Marcus.

"No shame," said Katie, "absolutely no shame."

"Good night?"

"The best," she said floating back towards her dorm.

Marcus texted Josie to check in on Lily, she was apparently still out cold and he figured she would be for a while. As he put his phone away a boy crashed into Marcus, bounced off and sprawled out on the ground.

"Shit," said the boy, "sorry."

Marcus offered a hand and helped him to his feet, "no harm done."

"You like barely flinched when I hit you," said the boy, "I'm Enzo."

"Marcus," he said shaking Enzo's hand.

"You thought about trying out for the football team?" asked Enzo, "we could definitely use someone who can take a hit."

Marcus scanned where Enzo had come from and saw quite a few members of DK glaring his way.

"I don't get along so well with a lot of your teammates," said Marcus.

"Neither do I," said Enzo, "but if you've got the skill they'll back off, I'd definitely appreciate you trying out."

A familiar energy washed over Marcus, oh shit this kid was flirting with him.

"I'll think about it," said Marcus.

Enzo jogged back to his teammates and Marcus watched him. This was definitely a new feeling for him, his interaction with guys was usually them beating him or very recently him returning the favor. Was he into guys? Enzo was in good shape, dark hair, on the shorter side, tight body, nice ass.

"Am I witnessing an awakening?" asked Daemon.

Marcus stood contemplating.

"Oh what, silent treatment because of Josie?"

Marcus continued towards the library.

"Football team means you get to party with the cheerleaders," said Daemon.

Marcus had never gotten the attraction to cheerleaders though the ones in High School had mostly made jokes at his expense or laughed as their boyfriends wailed on him so he wasn't entirely unbiased. He sat in the library staring at work he really didn't want to do, football practice was starting soon he realized looking out the window towards the field.

"Do it, do it," chanted Daemon.

Fine, he thought gathering his stuff and making his way towards the field. FKC wasn't exactly the top of the NCAA, Marcus wasn't even sure they were part of the NCAA, he also had no idea what that stood for.

"You came," said Enzo jogging over in his gear.

"Figured it couldn't hurt to try," said Marcus as he felt Enzo's eyes on him.

"I'll get the coach," said Enzo.

The coach, a portly man who reeked of menthol and shattered dreams waddled over a while later and looked him over.

"Certainly built like a football player," said the Coach, "you ever played?"

"Nope," said Marcus.

"Any sports?"

He shook his head, "alright well we'll drill you and see how you do, if Enzo says you're good I'm inclined to trust him."

They got him gear that almost fit and he got ready as he felt a bunch of eyes on him. The drills weren't hard, at least not for him, he caught everything that came his way, outran the entire team except for Enzo and was able to take down any opposing player the coach lined up against him.

"You never played," said the coach shaking his head, "fuck it, you're our new tight end."

That elicited groans from a bunch of the team but it just gave Marcus a kind of sick satisfaction, he was truly through the looking glass now.

"I knew you'd be good," said Enzo as they approached the locker room.

"That makes one of us," said Marcus.

He was suddenly hit with the realization that he was being crowded by a bunch of familiar albeit angry faces.

"Fuck are you doing here?" asked Joe.

"Trying to shower," said Marcus, "why, you gonna try and force yourself on me too, or do you just do that to girls?"

Joe made to lean in closer but some of his buddies held him back, "you better watch your back," growled Joe.

"Or what, you're gonna let me kick your ass again?"

Joe again strained against his friends but they dragged him away.

"Not a good idea to piss off the quarterback," said Enzo, "he won't throw anything your way."

"I'll survive," said Marcus.

***

Yasmin sat in the clinic nervously awaiting results, she'd been nauseous and she had a nagging feeling her love of creampies coupled with her lack of birth control had finally come back to bite her.

"Well," said Ariana walking back into the room, "I don't know how to tell you this..."

"Fuck," groaned Yasmin, "how far along?"

"Barely," said the PA, "you're probably just at the point the test would catch it."

Yasmin sat, she didn't know where to go or what to do, obviously Marcus was the father but he was a freshman and now here she was beginning of senior year, pregnant.

"There are options," said Ariana, "no matter what you decide."

Yasmin nodded but stayed sitting where she was.

"I'll give you a minute," said Ariana, "and if you need a paternity test or someone to talk to we can help you."

Yasmin wiped a tear from her eye and got up, she didn't want to be here, she didn't know where she wanted to go but she didn't want to stay in the clinic.

Ariana watched her leave and thought, one of the people they'd been monitoring was now pregnant. She hadn't heard back from the parent or found their daughter. Now there was a new patient, Liu who had come in to start birth control but was already unable to accept any. What in God's name was going on?

***

Yasmin sat at the cafe, she hadn't gotten anything. Was coffee bad for babies? Did she care? She did though, as earth shattering as this felt she was kind of excited. Coming into her final year she had no idea what she wanted to do with her life, now that decision was made for her.

"Girl," said Celia gliding into a chair, "I came here to brag and it looks like someone pissed in your corn flakes."

Yasmin offered a weak smile, how would she tell Marcus? Should she even tell him? He was so young, he hadn't know she wasn't using any protection. She didn't even notice Celia move closer and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Yasmin," said Celia, "you know you can tell me anything."

Yasmin looked at her but tears came instead of words and Celia pulled her in for a hug, "it's ok, whatever it is, it's ok."

"I'm pregnant," she finally managed.

"Fuck," said Celia, "I mean... congratulations?"

"I don't know," said Yasmin.

"Was it Marcus?" asked Celia, "did he knock you up?"

"It was definitely Marcus," said Yasmin, "but he didn't know I had to have my IUD taken out."

"Well," said Celia, "what do you want to do?"

Yasmin shrugged.

"You've gotta tell him," said Celia.

"I know," said Yasmin, "but he's so young."

"So are you," said Celia.

***

Marcus walked into the cafe, he obviously couldn't do his homework without coffee. He turned and saw Celia and Yasmin, then he saw the look on Yasmin's face.

"Run," said Daemon.

Marcus instead steeled himself and walked over.

"Do you enjoy ignoring me?" asked Daemon.

"Hey Yas, hey Celia," said Marcus, "everything ok?"

Yasmin didn't meet his eyes, Celia did and gave a quick shake of her head.

"What's wrong Yas?" he said taking a seat next to her and taking her hand in his.

"Papi," she said, "I'm," she looked at him, lip quivering and he took her other hand in his too, "I'm pregnant."

He pulled her in for a tight hug, "how can I help? I'm assuming I'm the father."

She nodded, "I don't know," she said, "I just found out."

"Anything I can do," he said, "money, you want me at appointments, you just need to talk, anything. "

"Papi," she said, "Marcus, you don't have to."

"I do," he said.

Yasmin held him tightly and Marcus let her, she hadn't asked for this but here they were.

"You're too good to me Papi," said Yasmin.

Was he though? He'd gotten her involved knowing the risks.

"I should have told you I had my IUD taken out," she said, "I haven't been able to use any birth control for weeks."

"Girl same," said Celia, "the clinic was all weird about it."

Daemon, thought Marcus. No answer, so now he was doing the silent treatment.

"What?" said Daemon finally.

Do I make it so women I'm with can't use birth control?

"Yeah," said Daemon, "if they get any of your cum in them within a few hours... did I forget to mention that?"

Marcus could have screamed but instead he simply clenched his fist, that meant everyone he'd been with was extremely fertile, one creampie and they'd be in Yasmin's shoes.

***

Wei sat in her room editing, she'd almost finished blurring her face out of the video Marcus had made with her, then she'd post it. She'd already set up an account, soon she'd really be making porn and all those losers would be paying her to get fucked by what might possibly be the biggest cock she'd ever see. Her phone buzzed and she picked it up, Seth was texting her.

"Where'd you go last night?" he asked, "you left before we could spend any time together."

"You thought you were getting some?" she messaged back.

"You got someone else?" he asked, "doubt he's as big as me."

"Bigger," she messaged, "and he eats pussy."

"Doubt," was all he said.

She returned to her work, Josie needed to stop holding out on her, she needed it.

"Let me make it up to you," he messaged about fifteen minutes later.

She left him on read and texted Josie.

***

Marcus sat at the bar, it was a Saturday afternoon which meant other than some locals watching sports it was relatively empty. He stared at the soda in front of him wishing it was something stronger. He should have talked to Josie or Anastasia about his feelings but he knew they'd tell him it wasn't his fault, so he was here, hiding.

"You really gonna waste the stool nursing a soda?" asked the bartender, a tattooed purple haired girl about his age.

Marcus looked around, there was literally only one other person sitting at the bar, the rest were at tables, "didn't realize it was so busy," he said, "probably a good idea to piss off one of a dozen people in here."

The bartender scoffed and walked off, he looked down the bar, the girl on the far side looked familiar, strawberry blonde hair, but he felt like she was usually more bubbly. She was staring at a shot in front of her, holding it but not drinking it.

"Stop creeping on the actual customer," said the bartender.

Marcus ignored her and walked down to where the girl was sitting.

"This seat taken?" he asked.

She shook her head without looking up.

"Emily?" he asked, "everything ok?"

"Marcus," she said finally looking at him, "what're you doing here?"

"Wishing I could drink," he said, "how about you?"

"Just thinking," she said, "am I pretty?"

Marcus looked her over, she reminded him a lot of Stasi, maybe a little taller with the tinge of red in her hair but otherwise they looked pretty similar, "yeah," said Marcus, "you're really pretty."

"And," she said grabbing his arm, "I'm nice right?"

"You're always very nice to me," he said, "when Eric lets you speak to me."

"Eric," she groaned finally throwing back the shot.

"Trouble in paradise?"

"If FKC is paradise," she said with a chuckle.

"Want to talk about it?" asked Marcus.

"No," she said, "yes, it's just we were High School sweethearts, and now we're here and he's so possessive, I haven't made like any friends."

"We can be friends," said Marcus, "I've gotta warn you though, I'm a nerd."

"That would drive Eric crazy," said Emily with a laugh, "and there's nothing wrong with being a nerd." She turned and looked him over and Marcus felt a strong desire emanating from her, "you wanna get out of here?"

He shouldn't, even though Eric was a tool this definitely broke bro code. On the other hand he wanted a distraction, he felt like a monster, so why not be one?

"Lead the way," he said.

***

Anastasia walked into the library, burying herself in school work was a great way to get Mark out of her head. Don't think about that first kiss, don't think about their one time together, don't think about being alone with him in the bathroom last night, don't think about Josie's screams through the wall when she got what Anastasia so desperately craved. She walked into a common study area and went to find a seat when she saw that weird girl, Tabitha. It was weird, Anastasia couldn't remember seeing Tabitha unless the girl wanted to be found, so did she want Anastasia to find her? Was she just being crazy? That was probably more likely. Talk to her, no she's weird, she can answer questions, but do you trust her?

She finally walked over and sat down across from her, "I was wondering how long you'd stand there deciding," said Tabitha without looking up, she had tarot cards spread out in front of her.

She flipped a card, "Death."

"Ominous," said Anastasia.

"Doesn't mean someone is going to die," said Tabitha, "also wasn't pulling for myself."

"I brought your book back," said Anastasia fishing it out of her bag.

"Did you see his true face?"

"No," said Anastasia, "he opened up to me, about everything."

"Interesting," said Tabitha, "he's full of surprises."

"How can I help him?"

"Do you want to get pregnant?" asked Tabitha.

"No," said Anastasia derisively.

"Want to enthrall yourself to him?"

"What?" asked Anastasia.

Tabitha rolled her eyes, "pick a card, think about why you walked over here."

Anastasia reached over tentatively and flipped a card.

"The Hierophant," said Tabitha, "you came seeking guidance, good. Again, think about Mark."

She drew a card and Tabitha laid it out next to the first one, "The Star, you hold onto hope for him, not what I expected. One more, think about all of the challenges facing Mark, think about how you would tackle them."

Anastasia tentatively drew, "The Tower."

Tabitha sat silently and for the first time looked up at Anastasia and stared, her eyes seemed to burrow into Anastasia's soul.

"You would burn everything for him," said Tabitha, "you asked me once if I could teach you, I didn't want to, I still don't."

"Oh," said Anastasia.

Tabitha drew a card herself.

"Ten of Wands?" asked Anastasia.

"It means I'm teaching you anyway."

***

Marcus followed Emily into her apartment and the second the door closed she turned and pushed her lips to his.

"I've never done anything like this," she said.

"Me either," said Marcus.

"Can you," she paused, "god I'm cheating on my boyfriend, can you treat me like a slut?"

"You are a slut," he said grabbing her neck.

"Oh fuck," she whimpered.

He pushed her against the wall and yanked her top down freeing her beautiful tits. She gasped as he sucked hard on one of her nipples and he shoved his hand into her shorts towards her soaked pussy.

"I love how aggressive you are," she whimpered as he forced two fingers into her.

She was very pretty, she looked a lot like Stasi, but this didn't feel good, Stop it, he told himself, walk out of here. Emily kissed him and he kissed her back.

"Fuck," she whined, "fuck I'm gonna."

"Cum on my fingers," he growled, "cum for someone who isn't your boyfriend."

She grabbed his arm and he squeezed her throat tighter as she came. She was beautiful, her moans an erotic song but all he could see was Yasmin, her face this morning. So stop, he told himself, walk out of here. He grabbed her and pushed her to her knees.

"Get my cock ready for you," he commanded.

Emily hurriedly undid his pants and her eyes went wide as she saw him.

"Wow," she gasped, "oh wow."

He grabbed her head and forced her down onto him. This was his life now, find people, get them pregnant, he couldn't be with one person, even if he found someone willing to constantly churn out children the curse would burn him out. Even if he found multiple women, this lifestyle would burn his soul out. He fucked her mouth, holding her head to give himself control, she didn't fight him, her hands wrapped around his cock as she worked. This is who you are now, you're an incubus, you're cursed, you're a monster. He scooped her up and carried her over his shoulder to the bed. She squealed as he dropped her and again as he yanked her shorts and panties off. He pulled off his clothes and climbed onto the bed and pulled her top off tossing it aside as she sat staring at him, nude, there was a bit of trepidation in her eyes but it was buried under lust and need. Without another word he pushed her down and lined himself up.

"Oh god," she whimpered as he entered her.

He didn't give her a moment to adjust, he pressed himself in completely.

"Oh my god," she whined clinging to his arms, her nails digging in, "fucking stretch me."

He grabbed her waist and started to thrust hard and fast, her grip grew even tighter, she squealed.

"So good," she whined, "so good, I needed this."

He grabbed her throat again with one hand and squeezed working even deeper as her eyes went wide but then fluttered.

"Already?" he growled, "you really are a slut."

"I am," she managed, "I'm a slut, filthy fucking slut."

She came, clenching him tightly but he didn't slow down. He wasn't even focused on his own pleasure, he was angry, adrift. When she was done he released her and pulled out as she let out a needy whimper.

"Ride me," he growled getting onto his back.

She climbed on top of him and took him in with a squeal. He closed his eyes and let her work, she grinded desperately on him, maybe she really did need this. When he could feel her getting close he grabbed her throat with one hand and started to thrust. She groaned again grabbing his arm tightly. He slapped one of her tits and she clenched him, he slapped again.

"You just can't stop can you?" he asked as he brought her off again.

"No," she managed, "don't stop."

He pushed her back down onto the bed and she got onto all fours, he pushed her roughly between the shoulders forcing her top half down and stepped on her head with one foot as he entered her.

"Use me," she whimpered, "use my pussy."

He went hard and deep, she didn't struggle, she simply let him have her. Breed her, he thought, why not, it was what he did after all. No, he told himself, they'd only met a handful of times but she had always been friendly to him, end this and get out of here. He took his foot off of her head and pulled her down to her knees on the floor, she grabbed him with both hands stroking him vigorously.

"Yes, cover me in it," she cooed, "I'm such a slut, I've earned your cum."

He unloaded covering her face and tits but she kept stroking until he was sensitive and licked the last drop off of his tip. She looked up at him expectantly but he zipped himself up and walked toward the door.

"When can I see you again?" she asked.

He paused at the door, "when you dump your boyfriend."