Dealing With Demons

After drifting to sleep, I'm surprised to find myself in some kind of strange void. I instinctively try to move my limbs, only to realize they had become unresponsive. There's nothing to interact with and no one for as far as my eyes could see, just me and eternal darkness.

"It's overwhelming, isn't it?" a voice echoes in my mind. It's not the same voice I've heard when interacting with the lights though. This one sounds more... feminine. "Don't be shy, come closer," _the voice says, beckoning you to step into the void.

Every rational impulse in my body is telling me to roll back to sleep and forget the voice, but something compels my body forward. I barely get a minute to think before I suddenly take a step forward. And then anither step. And then another step.

It feels like I've been walking for an eternity before the voice finally tells me to stop. "Good boy," it says in an incredibly patronizing tone.

My body is not my own right now, so I am **** to do nothing but wait for the voice's next command.

My vision is abruptly assaulted in all directions by a myriad of vibrant colors: red, green, blue, yellow, purple, pink, brown, and orange lights are all arrayed in front of me before they suddenly vanish.

By the time I regain my senses, I find myself standing in front of a strange creature. I naturally believe it's a woman, but with horns, a tail, and reddish skin. She looks a little... demonic. She sits atop an intimidating skull throne, though I'm convinced only some of the skulls are human.

"You're finally here," she says, licking her lips. "I've been waiting a long time to see you. Ever since you stole your first red light from me." Her tail cracks like a whip against the ground. "Did you not think there would be consequences for stealing from our realm? From my realm?"

"Your realm?" I blurt out in confusion. A few emotions suddenly flash across her cold eyes. The rage she's wore this entire time, a weird sense of confusion, and even more surprise and shock. After a second of akward silence, she regains her composure laughs.

"Save whatever feeble mortal dreck you wish to spout. I didn't actually bring you here to argue with you. I brought you here because I need your help."

She snaps her finger and several lights coalesce around her hand. Soon they merge and turn into a hologram of sorts, showing you a pulled out view of a medieval kingdom, and an early victorian style palace. "This is my realm," she says. Lights at the center whizz out, some landing on several other worlds and planets within the vast mystical realm. Some even fly towards a small, isolated planet, far off to the side, isolated from the rest of the galaxy. Earth. "Our worlds used to have a symbiotic relationship, exchanging one form of magical light for another."

Suddenly, there's a huge explosion at the side of the hologram and bits of planets and stars go flying off in a million different directions.

"But then that happened after a millennia of peace under my rule," she continues. "A terrorist destroyed my realm and threatened the safety of yours, all so he could taste a little bit of power."

The hologram forms into the image of a man. A demonic man, but a man nonetheless.

"Al'Azar," she says. "It's his actions that have caused your world to be infected by the lights, remnants of my broken realm..." Her voice is filled with deep sorrow. "But I can't do anything to fix it while I'm trapped here, chained to an empty world. That's why I need you."

Another few seconds of silence ensues, until I finally gather the confidence to start questioning the... demon? "Empty World?" I ask.

She seems surprised that that's the question I decide to ask, but she answers anyways. "A world created with the last of my power. Empty in the form that there is no other life here."

The fact that she has the power to just create a small realm baffles me. If I decide to help her, it won't hurt to have such a powerful being on my side. I glance around the small castle. It's a ruin, broken down pillars serve as the make-shift stairs, a large hole lies atop the ceiling, serving as a constant reminder that time, probably, does not have much importance in this world. Behind her throne of human and monster skulls, four large statues stand high and proud behind her. Each of different people. There is a busty mage off to the left, a large bird, a old man with a especially large beard, and the largest, a large old man with a muscular physique. Even though they're just statues, I can feel power resonating from them, the same power I feel with the lights.

"You want me to help you find this... Al'Azar and free you?" I ask, just to make sure we're on the same page.

"Yes," she continues, "You're going to help me escape. And in exchange, I will allow you to continue living out your... perverted fantasies."

She snaps her fingers and I feel as though a unknown weight on my soul has been lifted. "Take this gift as a token of my goodwill. My supplies are running dry, but I still have enough influence here to help you with some small tasks."

"What did you... do?" I ask. I feel around my body for any changes, but nothing seems immediately unusual.

"My gift can take on may forms. Now, I have tweaked your genetic make-up so you never gain weight and get fat. Second, I upgraded your phone a little. Go ahead and check, try it out." She insists. When I return from my phone, she smiles_. _"See? I told you I had interesting abilities. With my guidance, you'll be able to keep an eye on the people in your life. You'll know who you can — and can't — trust. But that's not all," she says with a smile.

"There are dark lights here, ones that most people from your realm can't access, but I can help you use them. From here, I can guide them to you and help you harness their energy, allowing you to cast spells at no real expense to yourself. You won't have to guess what they do either, since I'll freely pass on my knowledge."

She places her arm forward, and a sudden mist surrounds it. The mist begins to twist and spin around her hand before eventually condensing into a small black orb. The orb feels similar to the lights I've been interacting with so far, but this one does not shine. Instead, it almost feels as though it steals the light around it, sucking it into nothingness.

"At no real expense?" I repeat her words back to her, skeptical of her honesty.

She smiles, as if caught in the middle of a little trick. "Okay, there's a small cost. Most of us demons are not omnipotent beings, after all. Whenever you use one of these blackened orbs, a piece of your immortal soul... will transfer back to me."

My eyes immediately widen in horror, so shd delicately places a hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry, you'll barely miss it. And trust me when I say the rewards far outweigh the costs. You'll see."

This is a lot of information to unpack. It's one thing to mess around with some bright lights in the sky, but black orbs that steal pieces of my soul? Am I really willing to go down that path?

She can see my mind starting to unravel. "Look, that's not what I brought you here for. We don't have much time, so let me be brief: someone from your world is siphoning the power from mine to gorge themselves, and I believe they're working with Al'Azar to do it. I need you to find him so that we can undo his spell and free me."

"Why me?" I ask again, still trying to fully understand the magnitude of the events of the day.

"Every second we waste here, my world is being drained until it's an empty husk, and you want to know what makes you special?" She winces for a second, as if recovering from a mini-headache. "Fine. You are the first and only male human I've known who can not only see and use the elder lights, but also control them at an... atomic level. And I don't believe it's a coincidence that the lights from my world continue gravitating towards your campus. The lights are flocking towards you, as if by a primal and instinctive urge. Something is going on, and you are at the center of it all. As long as your identity remains hidden, you are the perfect person to gather information and find out what's happening. No woman has a reason to disturb you, as no one from your realm can see what I see."

I can feel my brain shuffle and writhe as I slowly diggest the mountain of information. Me... the only male able to see and use the lights. "What do you mean by atomic level?"

"I'm not sure myself. All I know is, you have a special connection to the lights, one I can't even comprehend." She says, seeming just as confused as I am.

I suppose we're both on the same page in terms of information. "So what do you want me to do on campus then?"

She sighs, "I already told you! FIND. AL'AZAR." And with that, she flicks her hand, sending me back into the abyss where I remain until I wake up.

The abyss gives me plenty of time to contemplate what the succubus told me. Someone on campus has powers similar to mine... and apparently they're working with some kind of demon? I haven't even started classes yet and it looks like I'm already embroiled in some kind of transdimensional mystery. Also, what does she mean by connection with the lights? I've never even seen the lights before, and they're, for some reason, now 'flocking' to me.

Who is Al'Azar? And, for that matter, who is the succubus? I didn't even get a name?

I think about my options. I could trust this shadowy figure and help her escape her confines, but what if she was put there for a reason? What if Al'Azar is actually a hero? What if I ignore this all and go about my life like I never heard about any of it?

Of course, before I can address any of this, I'll need to actually open my eyes and start the day.

My eyes flutter open and I breathe an audible sigh of relief when I find myself back in bed with Mrs. Wilson. She's still naked beneath the covers, loudly snoring and drooling into her pillow.

I delicately run a hand along her back, hoping to wake her up for some fun before I head back to my dorm, only for her to angrily snap half-awake.

"Not now, John. I... I need to sleep. Tell – " Mrs. Wilson shoots straight up for a second and swallows back her saliva a few times. Once her stomach settles, she cautiously eases back into the mattress. "— Tell Monica I'm not... I'm not feeling good right now. I'll... talk to her later."

Taking pity on the hungover woman, I gather my things and quietly leave the hotel. While walking down the street, I get a text from Jake telling me to get back to the dorms as soon as possible: Kyle's holding a mandatory meeting for all the freshmen.

A part of me wishes I had time to take a shower first, but, to be honest, a night of debauchery with Monica's mom already has me feeling pretty rejuvenated.

— — — — — —

Kyle lead the other freshmen and I to a small little break room, tucked away near the building's entrance. Once inside, he whips out a sheet of paper and starts slowly going over it, as if mentally dragging his feet.

"Alright, lets see... roll call, freshies!" Kyle straightens up and starts barking out names.

While he works his way down the list, I catch a glimpse of several lights wandering near the building. Now might be a good time to activate them, before I'm **** to start playing lame introduction games, or whatever else Kyle has planned on that mysterious sheet of paper.

The three lights all shine brightly and confidently, teasing me with flashes of their power. Green, Purple, and Brown. Surprisingly, I feel a subconscious understanding of the light and the abimities they grant me. The green light is the power of greed, granting me... money. The purple light, as a whole, allows me to delve deel into the human mind, change a personality, read their minds, all of that and more. The brown light seems the most appropriate for my situation, though. It's the light of transformation. At my will and beckon, it allows me to change my target in many ways, most of the sexual in nature. Basically, I can alter someone's genetic structure, though with this light in particular, the effects are limited. The best I can do is transform a boy into a girl, or vice versa.

I clear my mind and focus on the dancing brown light. In seconds, it's effects are shown.

The transformation causes Kyle's alter ego to lose track of her place in the roll call. She giggles as she tells everyone she'll need to take it from the top again. Groans fill the break room as she starts reading names off from all the way back at the beginning.

"Do we really have to do this?" I loudly ask. Jake hits my arm, worried of the repercussions. I sit there, engaged in a **** stare with Kyle?

If this was the old Jake, I wold have had some trouble, but the bimbo now in his place proves to be none. Defeated, she turns away from my on-going stare. This bimbo isn't about to ruin my Sunday morning because she can't figure out how to read a piece of paper.

The woman formerly known as Kyle drops the paper to her side and stares at me, again, with a quiet ferocity. Eventually, she smirks, although I'm not sure if it's out of respect or out of some devilish plan she's concocted to make my life miserable.

"You know what? You're totally right, freshie," she says. "We should end this floor meeting like super early. Just sign, ummmm, just everyone sign the paper firrrst. Okay?" She twirls her hair while trying to sound authoritative, but she's nowhere near as imposing as her male counterpart.

As much of a meathead as Kyle is, at least he doesn't slur through his words.

Jake and I sign the paper, but Kyle stops me.

"Like, where do you think you're going, freshie? You're, ummmm, you're, ummmm —"

" – Not excused?" Jake helpfully suggests. I shoot him a look, acknowledging his betrayal. It's not much of a surprise though, Jake would betray anyone for a nice pair of tits. And, as strange as it is to say, this new version of Kyle does have an incredible body.

I get to see those new breasts in action when Kyle jumps up and down excitedly. "That's, like, TOTALLY what I meant to say. You're not ex – cused, mister." She says the word 'excused' like there are marbles in her mouth, but I decide not to insult her until I figure out what she wants.

She presses a finger against my chest and leans in. After his transformation into a woman, Kyle is now several inches shorter than me.

"RA Kylie wants to speak with you, privately," she says with a seductive grin, her breath warm against my cheek. It looks like this new version of Kyle likes to go by the name Kylie. That's good to know.

Before I can even answer, she grabs me by the collar and starts leading me down the hallways to her room like a dog. I allow her to do so since it gives me more time to stare at her ass as it sways from side to side. Jake follows along too, **** to experience whatever 'punishment' she has in store for me.

"Dude, take me with you," he begs.

Kylie stops in the middle of the hall and looks him up and down. "I don't know, he's, like, not really my type. But if that's what you want, it could be fun. Like doing community service, teehee."

Her eyes flutter as she giggles at the thought of giving poor Jake some pity physical contact.

Ultimately, the choice is up to me. Do I want to include Jake in the fun, or do I want this session to be a little more private?

I've never been moved by the idea of sharing a partner with someone else. It irritates me, to be honest. Gangbangs are tolerable, but having someone else profit from my hard work is a turn-off. Granted, I didn't really work hard to put Kyle in this position, but you get the point.

I look up at Jake and tell him I'll meet him later in the dorm. I can tell he isn't happy about being excluded, but I'm not really concerned with his feelings. I am far more interested in having Kylie all to myself.

She giggles in support of my decision and tells the little freshie to leave. She then leads me by the collar back to her room, but when she opens the door, she quickly shuts it again.

"Whoopsie! I, like, totally forgot someone's already in there. Sowwy," she says, hoping some impromptu baby talk will make the bad news go down easier.

I walk past her and up to to the door to see for myself, and sure enough, I find a blonde passed out in Kyle's bed. Kylie was just too much of a horny ditz to remember she already had an eager partner waiting for her back at her place. After sneaking a second peek, I realize the blonde chick is none other than Heather West, the head cheerleader for the school and one of the most highly sought after women on campus. This confirms my suspicions of her and Kyle being a thing.

Of course, I'm not greatly interested in taking no for an answer, so I tell Kylie that it shouldn't matter if Heather's there or not. I slide my hands against her hips and ask her who is in charge of this floor: her... or Heather?

Kylie bites her lips as she does some mental calculations, or attempts to, at least. Finally, she nods, whispering to herself that she's in charge. She takes my hands and pulls them forward, hugging them against her waist, and leads me into the room.

Heather loudly snores in the background, unaware that her girlfriend has brought someone else — me — back to their little home.

Kylie leads me into the center of the room with a giggle, tossing off her shirt and quickly getting to her knees. She licks her lips in anticipation as she unzips my pants.

She wraps her hands around my shaft in a tight grip, giving slow, deep strokes and tenderly kissing the head to provide the slightest bit of lubrication. My hips suddenly thrust up on their own, eager to chase the pleasure she's teasing out of me.

Kylie's transformed body is phenomenal, but I find my eyes wandering to the bed with her sleeping girlfriend. While Kylie massages my cock and balls, I fantasize about taking her girlfriend as well and turning the both of them into my private fucktoys.

Kylie notices my gaze linger on Heather and stops her handjob, still keeping her hand tightly wrapped around my shaft.

"Oh, am I, like, not good enough for the freshie?" she whispers. She turns to her girlfriend while stroking me. "You know, she got totally wasted last night and was acting like such a bitch," she says before deviously grinning. "So, if the freshie wants to have a little fun with her, I won't mind."

While the offer is attractive, Kylie is the only girl I'm interested in now. I reach down and and pick Kylie up by her hair. Her hand remains on my cock, but I can see her resolve lessen as I manhandle her. For a woman so physically imposing, she's not used to letting someone else take control. But when she feels my rough grip, she realizes she might have met her match.

I slowly walk her over to the bed and lay down on the corner. Heather mumbles in her sleep, but quickly goes back to snoring. I thrust Kylie forward by hair, forcing her to straddle my lap. She gasps in surprise, but quickly covers her mouth to avoid waking up her girlfriend.

"Are you ready for your real orientation, freshie?" she asks, pushing my chest down and letting my legs dangle off the bed. She then leans in and whispers in my ear, "Just don't get too attached, my pussy is like totally magical." I don't respond with words, instead choosing to simply bury my face in her tits and let my tongue hungrily explore her nipples.

She does everything she can to avoid moaning, including nibbling on my neck. Her hands slide up my arms and push them back, putting her in full control of my body. If you wanted to, I could easily break out, but you decide to let her play her little game. I don't want your RA to know who really rules this floor just yet.

Soon, she lowers herself onto my raw cock, practically biting my shoulder to prevent herself from screaming out in pleasure.

"Fuck, I can't remember the last time I had a cock like this," she whispers, her breath lightly tickling my ear. I smile, savoring the feeling of my RA mounted on top of me while her girlfriend remains blissfully ignorant, just a few inches away on the same bed.

Kylie and I continue our delicate dance in the bed, trying to passionately connect with one another while simultaneously doing it in the most quiet way possible. Sometimes an errant hand runs across Heather's leg, and I'm pretty sure I grabbed her ass at one point, but I try to maintain my focus on Kylie as much as I can.

Suddenly, I feel her legs tighten around me as she reaches forward and holds my head in her hands. "Come on, freshie. Cum inside me, show me you're a big boy now," she whispers while continuing to vigorously ride my shaft. I lean forward and grab her bouncing boob with my teeth, feeling it jump in my mouth as she continuously impales herself on my meat.

Suddenly, her legs tighten around me as she reaches forward and holds my head in her hands. "Come on, freshie. Cum inside me, show me you're a big boy now," she whispers while continuing to vigorously ride me.

Just as I'm about to unleash my load, I feel Kylie's pussy tense up around me. **** to avoid getting caught as the two of us near our orgasms, I grip Kylie's back and bring her down for a deep kiss. I feel her moan directly into my mouth as the two of us reach the peak of our climaxes.

I hold her tightly by the neck, pushing my hips foward and thrusting into her mercilessly. I lean up and steal a few kisses on the lips. As much as I'd like to try another round with Kylie, Heathers moans softly on the right side of the bed, her snoring now considerably lower. I groan as Kylie hurries me up and rushes me to leave.

I glance at Heather as I stand by the door, slightly frustrated I couldn't continue with Kylie, or even have some fun with her. Ultimately, I suck my breath and leave. Kylie will be back soon, and I'll have her and her girlfriend sucking me off.

(AN: I apologize about the blandness of this chapter. While writing, I just did not feel any form of creativity, especially during the scene with John and Kylie. I assure you the next chapter will be better than this. Again, I apologize, I just felt rushed to make sure I got a chapter out today. See Y'all tomorrow with the next chapter. Make sure to add feedback or suggestions, or just get to know me and my ideas. Good evening.)