Alena's warped ritual

You ask yourself how this moment has happened. It was odd enough for all your harem antics to be happening during your senior year, that much was true. But if someone were to tell you that you'd trust the tall goth occultist and UFO-enthusiast over the cheerleaders and a literal secret agent, you would've laughed your ass off.

Now, you find yourself knocking on the door to one of the closed homerooms. Alena enjoyed practicing her rituals and summoning spells by herself after school, so you had plenty of time to catch her after your chat with Sasha. You tap on the door as a violet light appears through the cracks of the threshold.

Alena's sexy voice comes from within the room. "Thy presence disturbs and offends mine ears! Begone!"

"Alena, it's Sam!"

You hear footsteps approach the door and quickly open it. Alena stares at you behind her eyepatch and zipper-mask. To most people she would seem terrifying, but you have been with her enough to know when she is smiling.

"The Harbinger of my Affections!" Alena says happily.

"Hey, cutie!" You say, eager to make her blush. "I need your help with something."

"My body and mind are yours to peruse," she says. "Please, enter my realm."

You enter the room as Alena locks it behind you. The room is illuminated by a violet blacklight with calming chants play. An odd symbol has been made in the center of the room out of what appears to be salt.

You continue to admire her work and ask your question without turning around. "See, I assume you know about Sasha Pershing? The principal?"

"The Overlord adamantly refuses to let me perform my rites!" Alena says bitterly. "And now she stands against the threads of love, even as they wind between you and me and every worthy woman! I refuse to let it stand!"

"Yeah, me neither," you say. "So, listen, Amy and some of the others seem to think she's jealous and has some kind of crush on me."

"Such news is odd, but expected of the Harbinger," Alena says. "But what of you? Does thou seek to add another maiden to thy bed?"

Hearing Alena say that made it seem even odder than it was. "Look, I know I have more girlfriends than should be possible, but I gotta admit that she's pretty amazing. She's a born leader, she's able to put up with every we've done...and, of course, she's gorgeous."

"Quite so," Alena says. "Turn around."

You obey her and find something even enticing than Alena's handwork. The gorgeous goth has stripped out of all her clothes, leaving them crumpled to the side of the room. Her hair tie has been removed, letting her ponytail fall loose and her hair flow down her neck. She slowly takes her hands and removes her eye patch and mask, letting herself stand bare naked. With how often she keeps it covered, seeing her full beautiful face is just as tantalizing as seeing her naked breasts and ass.

Alena steps forward and glances at you up and down. "You as well, my love."

Not so long ago, she cowered at the thought of being naked in front of you. Now, here she was wearing nothing and demanding you so the same. You follow her orders and strip nude, throwing your clothes to the side.

When you are as naked as Alena, she struts towards you and places a hand on your bare chest. "Lie down the center of the circle."

"Why?" You ask.

She gently pushes you. "Lie down."

You lay on your back and wait for Alena to make the next move. Even though you loved her as much as the other girls, there were times Alena could still make you nervous. This was definitely one of those times.

Alena slowly stands over you, positioning her naked pussy directly over your erect cock. "This ritual will provide all the assistance the gods can give. Sasha Pershing will not intrude on our love any longer, and she will abandon her fruitless quest to deny her desires."

She crouches down and envelops you into her pussy. You both moan in ecstasy while she rides you like a sexy, goth cowgirl. It may be the darkness of the room, but you swear you can see some shapes moving in your erotic haze.

"Alena...what does this ritual...?"

She leans down to kiss you, effectively shutting you up. "Cast aside your fears, my Harbinger. Your willing goddess will provide."