Black Light

As I step foot into my history class, I pause upon noticing several familiar faces – including my RA's.

"Whoa, freshie's taking history too, huh?" Kyle says as she gives a playful, but intimidating, jab to my arm. I pay him no mind and continue scanning the room.

Elsewhere, off to the far corners of the room, I notice a girl who's cute, but definitely on the heavier side. For a second, it seems as if she caught me checking her out, but either she didn't notice me or she's at least willing to pretend that she didn't.

Suzie's also here, though that doesn't come as a surprise in the slightest. Her mother is the professor, after all. If there are any group projects in this class, I'll definitely want to make sure I'm on Suzie's group. Not necessarily because I require her assistance to pass; the school is infamous for alarming amounts of nepotism, and if you can't beat them, join them.

Suzie slowly raises her head, meeting my gaze in the process. She gives a polite, if somewhat, **** smile before straightening up to prepare to class.

"Alright everyone, settle down," Professor Barberry commands as she walks into the room. It hasn't even been five seconds and already the woman has taken control of the room. Conversations end mid-sentence as she clears her throat and stares down each and every student.

Before getting into roll call, the Professor decides to clear the air and explain that the cute girl in the back is actually her daughter, Suzie. She then goes on to assure us that she'll be treated just like everyone else, so there won't be any favoritism. I take her at her word, though I swear Suzie mutters something under her breath.

Through roll call, the Professor reveals that the overweight girl is named Jill. When her name is called, she barely whispers an acknowledgement and then goes back to staring out the window.

There's one other bit of interesting news revealed through roll call. Apparently, Monica's supposed to be in this class. Unfortunately, she's not here right now and Professor Barberry makes a show of writing her down as absent on the first day. Could this have something to do with the missed call from last night? I groan underneath my breath and make another mental note to figure out what's going on.

As exciting as history is, considering half of the male students are shamelessly ogling the professor's voluptuous curves, and the girls all seem to be collectively out of commission, I am a little relived when several lights slowly make their way towards the campus, floating outside the window by Jill. And may I just say, Professor Barberry really does have some great curves.

Damn it. I clear my throat and turn back to the lights ahead, examining them slowly. They came in their usual group of three, this time with the addition of a light-sucking black light. Usually, I'd be careful to even glance at the black light, but there's something about this light in particular.

Whatever. The other two lights don't seem too rewarding, anyway.

It's almost eerie how easy it is to absorb the black lights. The other offers up a slight bit of discomfort and resistance, but the black light did not. As if it were waiting for me to call it. Upon its absorption, I can almost hear the succubus's faint whispers, urging me to accept her gift and unleash its magic. While faint, I can still make out Professor Barberry rambling about some war that happened hundreds of years ago.

After a few seconds, the lights dissipates within me. I feel... different, but not quite sure how. A little hollower, perhaps? Almost akin to the feeling of having a memory right by the tip of your tongue, but never managing to remember. It's as if something, however miniscule, has slipped away from me, never to be recovered.

I bite down the urge to shiver and return my gaze to the board, or more accurately, Professor Barberry's asscheeks. It's amazing how they manage to bounce and jiggle with the slightest of steps. Yep... shaking ass, and shaking skeleton.

Wait, what?

I blink. Is that skeleton moving?

I stare forward as the prop skeleton behind Professor Barberry shivers and quiver to life... and starts walking towards me. I cluth the edge of my chair as it approaches. For some reason, everyone else seems completely undisturbed by this new development. The professor continues to teach, Kyle continue sleeping, and the rest of the class continues pretending to listen.

Eventually the skeleton takes on a womanly form and strolls towards me, exaggerating her movements to allow her round ass to jiggle as she walks. Once in front of him, she plops down on my lap and pulls my arm to her round, firm boob, allowing me to feel the flesh that has developed around her skeletal body.

"Mmmm, what can I do for you today, master?" the woman purrs as she wraps her arms around me. "Am I here for business... or pleasure?"

There are many questions floating around my mind, but I can't ask them without drawing unwanted attention to myself. It's obvious that nobody around me can see or interact with this transdimensional entity, but surely they'd still hear my voice.

"Don't worry, master," the skeleton woman says soothingly as her finger trails along my chest. "You can speak freely with me. They won't be able to hear you. They can only hear and see what I want them to hear and see. And I only sant them to hear and see what you want them to hear and see," she leans forward and plants a kiss on my jawline.

Is she reading my mind? In fact, there's a good chance she is. It's not like I'd have any way of knowing. Being at such a vast disadvantage over knowledge is a sickening feeling. I need to learn more about these demons and succubus, and I need to do it soon.

"So, you're some kind of... helper demon?" I let the question flow my lips, anxious to see how she might respond. Is she a proud species? And if she is, does that pride even turn into arrogance?

The creature sighs before quickly smiling again. "No, master! I'm not a demon, I'm... a helper. your helper. And I'll do whatever you command of me." I watch as one of her hands starts from the top of my chest and slowly descends down to my groin. I then feel her fingers tighten around my crotch as she leans forward and nibbles on my lower lip.

Well, like any other straight and horny teenager, I'd do just about anything to fuck my otherworldly **** in the middle of an uninformative lecture, but it's probably best to give her a name first.

I run my hand along my chin and sigh. "Maybe... Kitty?" To be honest, the name is somewhat bland, but I'm not in the right mindset to think of a creative name. All I can think about is my raging erection.

"So, what will it be, master?" Kitty says as she continues to paw at me. "Would you like me to find information for you? Or maybe you'd like to take Kitty for a ride first? If this form doesn't suit you, I could always transition into something a little more... comfortable."

The possibilities swirl around in my mind. Regardless of the orders I give Kitty for today, I can certainly have a little fun with her first, before professor Barberry finishes her lecture. On the other hand, if I give her the orders for the day, she'll likely run off to single-mindedly pursue whatever task I've given her.

Lots to think about.

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Kitty's eyes widen as I suddenly lift her up by the ass and thrust up into her. Her bony maw gasps as I began to roughly pound into her surprisingly functional cunt. Despite having plenty of soft flesh where it counts, I can still feel bony appendages as she wraps her hand around my head, her hands diggjng into and untangling my luscious curls.

I bite down on my lip and shuffle around my small chair, searching for a comfortable position. After a few seconds, I grab her by the waist and slide her tight, flexing insides up and down my throbbing shaft. Grunts and moans fill the air as I plow my inhumane assistant silly.

A sudden rush of pleasure travels along my body. My grip tightens around her waist, and I pull her up my cock... only to slam her back down a moment later.

The sexcapades continue unimpeded for some time, as we try out a variety of positions on my assistant. I'm careful not to interrupt other people during the lecture though, as I have no true idea of the limitations of Kitty's magic. At one point, I contemplate pressing Kitty into Kyle as I fuck her senseless, but she shakes her head.

"Even my magic's not powerful enough to ignore a slap to the face, master," Kitty warns. As disappointed as I am, it does give me an idea. I turn my **** around and give her a gentle slap on her plump ass as I continue railing into her from behind.

Professor Barberry's lecture is winding down, but I still haven't cum yet. Sensing the urgency, I watch as Kitty's eyes roll in the back of her head. Despite having no idea what she's doing, I can feel her pussy start to rhythmically contract against my cock, almost as if she was milking it.

"We're almost out of time, and you still haven't given me your orders, master."

Not wanting to let Kitty down, I barrel into her and finally unleash my seed. With that very important business taken care of, it's time to figure out what I actually want to do with my **** today.

I rise from my chair, careful not to make any noise as to not disturb Kitty's magic, and zip up my pants. Feeling a renewed sense of relieve and accomplishment, I glance across the room, eventually landing on an empty seat near the window. Monica's seat.

It's strange for Monica not to show up to class, considering that she always valued her education, seeing it as the only true path away from her mother. With that in mind, it only makes that that I direct Kitty to search for Monica. It could turn out to be nothing, but I was warned of others on campus with magical abilities, so this might have something to do with that. Demons and their missions can take a backseat for now; my main goal, as of right now, is to locate Monica.

"Kitty," the skeletal woman immediately perks up upon hearing her name. "Your first task is to locate Monica and find out why she was absent."

"Right away, master," Kitty says, her bony visage twisted into an unearthly smile. She then scampers off and out of the class to seek out the targets I've given her.

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(AN: I know many of people, avid readers in particular, can't imagine characters without a visual guide, myself included. And that is why I searched the internet for images, and eventually landed on one close enough to what I had in mind for John. Of course, you're free to imagine the character in any way you wish, as there is no actor, but this image is for those who find it hard to.