Move along

Marcus made it through his third day of classes, he did his work but he was focused on a few things, his date with Josie, Jess helping Professor Banks, the party this weekend. As he finished up at the library he made for Briard, as much as Daemon reminded him it was a bad idea he had to see Anastasia. As he found her room he realized she was right next door to Yasmin, that meant that night, he cleared his head, there was no way she knew.

He knocked and the door almost immediately swung open revealing a very excited Anastasia and a girl he assumed was her roommate, "you came."

"Of course," he said.

"This is Katie," said Anastasia motioning to the roommate who didn't look up from her magazine, "Katie, this is Mark."

Katie at that point looked up and looked him over, "this is the "best friend" you keep talking about?"

"I do not keep talking about him," snapped Anastasia blushing.

"Literally all you talk about," said Katie gathering her things, "that and the "whore next door" who she seems hung up on. I'll get out of here so you two can do best friend things," she said to Marcus before miming a blowjob at Anastasia.

Marcus didn't know Anastasia could turn that shade of red, maybe Daemon was right about her feelings.

There was a long awkward silence after Katie left and Marcus stood looking around the room at nothing in particular.

"Want to stream something?" Anastasia finally asked breaking the awkwardness.

"Sounds good," said Marcus climbing onto Anastasia's bed.

He was on her bed, her mind screamed. He was also her best friend, but maybe, she thought.

"Is it hot in here?" she asked despite not being hot, she shrugged off her blouse so she was just wearing a cami and bra.

Marcus' eyes took the bait looking her over. She climbed onto the bed and nestled her back into his chest, it wasn't hard to realize her little show had had the desired effect on Marcus who seemed to be trying to move his groin off of her ass but she wouldn't let him.

Marcus' mind and Daemon both screamed danger but there was also a part of him that knew what she was doing and wanted to play it out. He rolled towards her, his erection now pressed up against her tight little ass in her jean shorts and wrapped an arm around her.

"That's better," he said.

He was taking the bait, she thought and god he felt hard, and big, but now that she'd baited him she wasn't sure what exactly she was offering him. This felt so natural, so perfect, but it wasn't she told herself, if he made a move on her right now it could ruin what they had. She picked an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and they settled in.

Demon in love with a girl he can't have, thought Mark, that was a little spot on. As the episode wound down he felt her breath on his arm, she was asleep. He wanted to stay but all of this had him on edge, he needed to get out of there.

"Stasi," he whispered.

"Mhm," she muttered.

She rolled into him sleepily looking up at him. God she was perfect, he'd thought about this so many times.

God he was handsome, she thought, why would it be so wrong, just a kiss maybe?

There was a long pause, their lips painfully close and then he pulled away, "I should get going."

"Of course," she said, "I'm really glad we got to spend time together though."

She hugged him, tightly, her face buried in his chest. Why were these feelings so complicated?

"See you in the morning," said Marcus.

After he left she sat on her bed and put her head in her hands, what had she just done? Why was she acting like this?

Marcus was almost to the stairs when he saw Yasmin come out of the women's showers and nothing but a towel.

"Marcus," she said with a smile, "to what do I owe the pleasure."

"I was visiting a friend," said Marcus a little thrown by what had just transpired.

"Looks like its a little complicated," said Yasmin, "want to come back to my room and do something uncomplicated, papi?"

That last bit did it he grabbed her hand and dragged her towards her room. He needed to clear his head and this seemed like the best way he could think of although he might not have been thinking with his brain. They got into the room and she locked the door.

She bit her lip and pushed him into her computer chair, "how do you want me papi?"

"Drop the towel," he said, "slowly."

She shook her hips slowly, back and forth his eyes following her every move. Turning around slowly she rolled her hips teasing the bottom of the towel up a little here and there, then with her back still towards him she dropped the towel, he perfectly thick ass on display for him.

"You like-" she started but was cut off by him pushing her into the wall.

"Good girl," he said unzipping his pants, "one rule, be quiet."

"And if I don't papi?"

"I'll use your mouth instead."

Yasmin was torn, she wanted to piss off the little prude next door and the brat in her wanted to see how he'd punish her, on the other hand her pussy was aching for him, she'd abstained since their first encounter which was a lifetime to her.

Without waiting for a response he pressed himself into her, slowly, not to deep. She breathed slowly trying not to react and then without warning he forced himself all the way in, a squeal caught in her throat but she held it back.

"Good girl," he growled in her ear.

"I'm your good girl papi," she whispered, "your good slut."

It was hard to argue with that, she was puddy in his hands and he could get used to using her at his leisure. He went hard and fast, she could take it she'd already proven but with each thrust he thought of Anastasia, right next door, what had gotten into her and why was he fighting it so hard. Then a darker thought crossed his mind, she had only started treating him differently since his transformation, was the curse corrupting her, or was she attracted to him now that he looked like the assholes she dated in high school?

Yasmin's legs were about to give out, she was doing her best not to scream but he'd fucked her straight through one orgasm and into a second without slowing down, if anything he was getting rougher.

"Papi," she whimpered.

Marcus snapped back to the moment, he pulled out and she crumpled to the floor before he could catch her.

"I'm sorry honey," he said giving her a kiss, "I got a little carried away."

"Don't slow down for me papi," she said trying to catch her breath, "but maybe the bed."

He scooped her up in his arms and laid her down on her stomach mounting her from behind. As he slid back in she started to lose her composure, he was hitting her deep, in places she'd never been touched and she was already sensitive from her prior orgasms.

"You've been such a good girl," he groaned into her ear, "where do you want it?"

She had been a good girl she thought as she it her lip to keep quiet but maybe now she could get punished a little.

"I don't think I can keep quiet anymore," she whimpered under his assault.

"Is that so?"

"I just want to scream so the little prude next door hears how a good slut gets fucked."

His eyes narrowed, she'd touched a nerve and she knew it. He grabbed her hair and yanked her down to her knees then without any sort of preparation he shoved his cock into her mouth as deep as he could get it.

"You leave the girl next door alone," he growled holding his cock as deep in her mouth as he could.

As he released her she choked but looked at him with a defiant smile, "she got you all pent up papi?"

He grabbed her head with both hands and forced himself deep until she finally started to let him into her throat.

Her eyes teared, her throat strained and she loved every second of it, she would let him do anything to her. When she was resigned to the fact that she might actually black out he released her and she gasped for air.

"Let it all out papi," she growled, "take it all out on me."

This woman might be the anti christ, he thought, "I'm gonna use your throat until I cum."

"If that's what you need papi, don't stop until you're satisfied."

He forced himself back into her throat, her offer allowing him release, he forced himself in and out of her throat and right as he was about to erupt he pressed his tip into her throat and unloaded. She gagged and he pulled back filling her mouth, and as she collapsed forward he covered her face with his last spurts, she was covered, ruined but to both of their surprise she'd managed not to puke. Yasmin kneeled, ruined on the floor, she swallowed, then she burped, it tasted like him. She knew she'd have a sore throat im the morning but she was also supremely satisfied.

He collapsed back into the chair, his cock feeling much better, his head still a mess.

"You're incredible," he groaned.

"Thanks papi," she said licking some cum from her lips, "I might need another shower though."

"Don't let me stop you, I just need a minute."

She took her towel and admired herself in the mirror, she really was his slut.

"Wait," he said as she was about to clean herself, "walk to the shower like that."

"Like this?" she said a perverse thrill running through her, "what if someone sees me like this?"

"Let them add to the mess."

She was in love, or lust, or something, "ok papi, I'll text you what I look like from the shower."

"Good girl."

She smiled and walked out into the hallways still dripping with his cum.

Marcus sat in her room, his head was still spinning, sure he felt better physically but he wasn't sure he was cut out for all of this fucking around, he slowly got his clothes on and as he opened the door and left her room he ran into a familiar blonde.

"Stasi," he gasped.

She didn't say anything but her eyes did, she shoved him away and ran into her room slamming the door behind her.

"Fuck," he said to no one in particular.