“Hey look it’s the graveyard disciple! Ahaha!” I heard as a broken egg shell whizzed past my ear. I turned to look and some asshole had thrown an egg at this girl I often admire. Luckily it hit her locker door instead of her face. Her name is Jenica, but her friends call her Allura. She was definitely alluring to me… She has beautiful blue eyes, black eyeliner, blood red lips, black hair, and long legs. She wore a black skirt, black stockings, and a blood red corset with a black mesh shirt underneath it. She has a full buxom figure, and her silky hair flowed halfway down her back.
As I strode past her, having had enough of them picking on her, I muttered to myself, “Gonna get kicked out for this…” I strode right up to the idiot throwing the eggs, dodging an egg as I did, and forced the heel of my palm against his sternum. Hard. I grabbed him by the shoulder, careful to pinch the pressure point next to his neck, and threw him against the locker to his right, pinning him there. “Now you listen to me, assclown. Leave her alone, and spread the word that anyone I catch or hear about who’s been messing with her or her friends, has the same fate as you do.” I then put my fist in his gut and jabbed my fingers upward into his lungs. I’ve been perfecting that move (so I don’t puncture the lungs, they only hurt like Hell) for years now.
I walked over to Allura and wiped her locker door off with the sleeve of my hoodie. “You okay?” I asked. “Yeah. I’m fine. You didn’t have to do that, you know…” Allura said. “I did. I’m tired of them, and I’m tired of this. I want to be more with you, Jenica. I want to be more than just a guy you pass in the hall. I want to be the guy who does this every morning, day, and night,” I said. Then, I don’t know what came over me, but I took her pale face in my hands, and kissed her full on the lips. Startled by my own boldness, I stuttered, “I-I’m sorry! You… you probably don’t…need this right now… I’m sor-” but she interrupted me by kissing me gently. “That was a really nice way of shutting me up…” I said. She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight. I put my arms around her and ran my hands down her back to her waist.
She gave me a quick peck on the lips and ran off to class. After school, I was confronted by a friend of hers. The only name I’ve ever heard her called by is Fang. “Look, prep, there is too much light in your soul to handle Allura. I suggest you back out now before you hurt her any more than is inevitable,” she told me. “Darkness? You want darkness? There is more darkness in my soul than you think, girl. How about you come by my place today to see just how much darkness resides?”
“Sure, though I seriously doubt you can prove me wrong.”
“We will see, just follow me.”
I lead her to my house, and of course, nobody is home. I took her to my room, outside of which I have a welcome sign with a dragon holding the banner and the word “NOT” painted in black above where it hangs. We walk in and my walls and ceiling are painted black. My carpet is blood red, and my bed sheets are black. So is everything else in my room. It is meant to feel small. “Okay, so you’re darker than I thought, but still not dark enough. I merely grinned at her. I walked over to my blinds and pulled the black curtain over, and then I switched on my black-light lamp. Once the purple light shined on my walls, the fluorescent paint was now visible. All over my walls were demonic pentagrams and symbols. “What the…”
“You see, Fang, I am not just dark, I am a servant of Satan. I can wreak as much havoc on this earth as I want, as he has all but turned me into a demon. When I die, I’ll go to Hell, and I will serve the demon Lilith as her sex slave, and I am more than happy to serve her. All I have to do is sacrifice a girl’s blood to Satan by drinking it every now and then, and I keep my powers.”
“Hmm, well, Kastiel, you are definitely dark enough to handle Allura. However, whether you’re right for her, well, that’s up to her. You should have a nickname, though…” she said thoughtfully. “Well, why don’t you find one for me? I dare you to capture my darkness,” I said, taking a step closer to her, bringing us mere inches from each other. “Well, I…uhm… W-well, you seem to be a demon of lust…so let’s see what we can deduce from a…uhm…presentation of your abilities…” Her mouth hung open, her tongue lolling out of her mouth slightly, longing to be in mine. I kissed her, and she wrapped her arms around my neck.
Fang has deep purple hair with a single thin green streak in one side of the bangs. Her brown eyes sparkling in the dim light of the lamp, and she wore black lipstick. Her Lolita dress was deep red today with a lacey frill at the bottom. She wore black lace arm warmers with white ribbons in them. Her breasts were almost popping out of the dress…possibly bigger than Allura’s, but I still loved Allura’s more. Allura also has a nice, small, but round ass, and so does Fang.
As Fang put her leg up around my waist, I grabbed her ass tightly and lifted her up into my arms. As she wrapped her legs around my waist, anchoring them on my pelvis, she let out a surprised giggle as she began to rock her hips against my stomach. It felt amazing and I was getting hard. “Mmmmm, let me down, honey,” she said. When I did, she dropped down onto her knees and undid my pants. Seeing where this was going, I took off my shirt and unzipped the back of her dress. She then pulled the dress off along with her black lacey bra. I could plainly see her nipples were already hard as she pulled out my cock, and her eyes widened. I was very proud of my eight inches and I was reminded of the reason just now. As her eyes widened, a hungry look spread across her face and she took me into her mouth with gusto.
She started with the head and started to slowly work her way down the shaft. She had an inch in when she surprised me by shoving the whole thing in her mouth. As I felt my head go down her throat, I locked eyes with her. She began to slowly move her head back and forth, very slowly from the base and all the way out until she kissed the very tip of my head, then she would quickly deep throat me again. She continued to slowly pull my cock out of her mouth, then shove it back in, playing with my cock with her tongue dancing along seductively.
After a few minutes I was ready to come and she knew it. She stood up, saying, “I wanna save it for the big finish…” She lay on her back on my bed, her head hanging over the edge and her mouth open wide. “I like it rough, Master…” I can take a hint. I took her head in my hands and shoved my cock into her mouth hard. I slammed in and out of her mouth as hard as I could and each time I felt her moans vibrating around my cock. When she sensed me once again ready to finish, she stopped me again and sat up. I could easily tell she was both sadistic and masochistic.
I watched in awe as she pulled off her red lace panties and spread her legs as wide as they would go. I quickly got between her legs and started out slow at first, now cooperating with her ploy to save my cum. I thrust into her slow but hard as her moans filled the room. I sped up my thrusts, but my acceleration was very slow as well. “Oh yes, master, harder please!” She shrieked as her hips bucked against mine. I knew she was close, so I pounded her faster until her body began to spasm out of control. It took a lot to keep myself from coming. “OH GOD I’M COMING!” she screamed as her juices flooded her pussy. I turned her around and positioned her on top of me.
She began to rock her body against mine; her finger nails digging into my pectorals drawing a little blood. I started to bounce her up and down on my dick, making her cry out every time I thrust upward. I began to drill her now, thrusting my hips upward to meet hers, rocking her body against mine. I took her hips in my hands and shoved her down onto me to increase the pressure. Soon I felt that familiar stirring in my sack, feeling I was about to explode, and so did she. “Not yet, baby, but-oh-almost!”
Pulling out, she got on her hands and knees in front of me and pulled her cheeks apart, saying “I want you to come so hard I can taste it from my ass!” with a big grin on her face. “Don’t even use anything for lube, baby, I want it to hurt!” So I pushed all eight inches in at once. “OH, FUCK IT HURTS SOO GOOOD!!!!!!” she cried out, as I began to pound her steadily faster and harder.
I decided to utilize one of the perks of my demonic powers: my element of lightning. I sent an electric shock through her ass and she shook with another orgasm. I wasn’t nearly done yet, however. Another trait of any demon is the power over fire. I heated my hands and smacked her ass and hard, reveling in the sounds of her screams. I grabbed her breasts and pulled her up so that her back is against my chest. I teased her nipples as I bit down on her shoulder with my sharp teeth, spilling her blood, but making sure it was not enough to kill her. “OH! Yes, drink my blood, you sick, sadistic monster!” She grinned, her eyes rolled back into her head in ecstasy. As I thrust harder, and faster, and deeper, pushing as if trying to go deeper than I actually could. “AAAAHH! PLEASE, COME! COME WITH ME, NIGHTSTORM!” she shrieked. I followed her request. I came and came hard. I came for five whole minutes straight. I only know because my eyes fell on the alarm clock directly across the room. It said 5:30, and by the time I opened my eyes, it was 5:35.
“Mmmm, damn you taste good…” Fang cooed as I swallowed more blood from her dripping neck. “Thank you. So do you,” I said, licking her pussy a little as she caught her breath. “I…I should go… Soon, at least…” she mumbled. “But not yet, right? Because I’d hate for you to have to fuck and run,” I said. I rolled over on top of her as she said, “Me too… It’d be…a tragedy…” I kissed her and we just simply laid there until she had to go home.
The next day, I saw Fang and Allura and they both smiled broadly at me as they walked over to me. “Hey, Kastiel. I hear your name is Nightstorm now. Why the change?” Allura asked. “Well, I figured if I was ever going to try and fit in with your friends I might as well go all out, huh? Even the little stuff,” I said. “I can respect that, just one question. Why Nightstorm?”
“Uhm, well that was Fang’s idea. She thought I was too preppy for you. I had to prove her wrong.”
“And Nightstorm is because he will rock you like a storm in the night!”
My mind panicked. I thought her joke would be too obvious, but if Allura had noticed it, she ignored it. “Well, I think it’s wicked, especially since it has a reason that makes sense. Not to mention a nickname like that has more meaning if it’s given by someone you know,” Allura said. “I’m glad you like it, Allura,” I said. “I had a feeling you’d say that,” Allura said, winking at me. I smiled and winked back. “You know, your name is very descriptive too. You are certainly alluring to me,” I said, and I could have sworn I saw her cheeks flush a little. “I noticed that yesterday,” she said, and then she kissed me on the lips. “Meet me behind the bleachers at lunch, okay? Don’t keep me waiting too long, I’ll miss you,” she said. Just then the bell rang and we walked to class. We at least had homeroom together.
As I sat down in my seat, my teacher had just hung up her phone. “Kastiel, the principal wants you in his office as soon as possible. Be prepared, he sounded angry,” she said. Ms. Jenkins liked me. I was the only student who could make her laugh without doing something stupid in the process, so I made her boring day more amusing than usual. I picked my bag back up and headed to the principal’s office. As I went, I pondered my defense.
When I got to the main office the secretary, Mrs. Alan, sent me right in. I decided it was best to knock as it is good manners. I need all the brownie points I can get. “Come in,” Principal Weston’s gruff voice says. I open the door, step in and take a seat. “Kastiel Sommers… Do you know why you are here?”
“I believe so, sir. I was fighting another boy in school yesterday.”
“That is correct. What do you have to say for yourself?”
“Only two things, sir. First I would like to say that I do not regret what I did.”
“Oh you don’t, do you?”
“No, I don’t. My reason for this is in fact my second statement. I was defending a friend of mine from the other guy. He was throwing eggs at her because she is Goth. He has been tormenting her and sending her away in tears for weeks now and I couldn’t take it anymore. Mr. Burns was there but he wasn’t doing a damn thing about it. I wouldn’t expect him to seeing as he’s prejudiced against Goths and Emo kids. Someone had to do something about it and I took the initiative to do so and defend her. Having said this, I will take any punishment you feel appropriate.”
“I see…well… I think since this is your first offense, I will let you off with a warning. However, keep in mind that violence is not tolerated in this school and your second offense will get you suspended,” he said. “Yes, sir,” I said. I was just thankful I didn’t get suspended. My parents told me after I had gotten expelled from my old high school that if I even got suspended I would be kicked out of the house. I was also making a mental note to remember to use my other defensive techniques from now on… Principal Weston reached out to shake my hand and I grasped it. Somehow, the rosary he wore around his wrist swung between our hands, and my skin started to burn. I hid my discomfort until I was out into the hall, and it was still smoking when I got back to the classroom.
“What the Hell happened to you?” Allura said as I sat next to her. “Uhh, it’s nothing. Just a burn…” I said. It was the truth. Only HOW and WHY I had gotten burned, I wasn’t quite ready to tell her yet. I planned to explain everything next time I was alone with her…
The day dragged by, and I’m only talking about the first half. Finally lunch came, and I was off to the bleachers. Today her outfit was black and blue instead of black and red. Also, this time she didn’t have the mesh shirt underneath. I myself had chosen to wear something different than my usual jeans and an Aero tee. Today I had worn what I should have been wearing the whole time, seeing as it goes with my personality. I wore a pair of green and black Tripps, leather wrist bands, and a matching choker, and a God Forbid t-shirt from “IV: Constitution of Treason”. In fact, as I walked I was rocking out with To the Fallen Hero.
As I walked toward her she ran to me and jumped into my arms, her boobs landing on my face. I hugged her tight as I kissed her and asked, “So does this mean I’ve successfully achieved the privilege of being your boyfriend?” She simply smiled and said, “No. This does, though.” And then she took my hands and made me grab her ass. She kissed me, pushing her tongue into my mouth. “Everything on your person, and please take notice that I am currently hanging from you like a necklace, belongs to you. I am yours completely. You may do what you wish with me…or to me, it doesn’t matter to me,” she said, winking, “Fang told me about the fun she had at your place last night, just to let you know. I thought you might also want to know how much it turned me on. That and watching you kick that idiot’s ass yesterday. I would love to be there to watch you drive her crazy again sometime. I’d love to watch and join in…”
At that, I then forced my tongue into her mouth and pushed her back against a support beam, exploring the inside of her mouth. It was so hot it seemed to melt my tongue. I took her face in my hands and pulled her more roughly to my mouth. I pulled away with effort, not only because I didn’t want the kiss to end, but because she didn’t either. I stared into her eyes. “You know, you’re the one who really matters to me, right?” I said.
“Really? Is that really true?” she said. “Yeah, of course. I’ve liked you since freshman year,” I said. “Oh, will you just shut up and kiss me?” she said. After a few minutes of very violent kissing, she sat me down on the ground and straddled me. She then proceeded to give me the best lap dance of my life. She grinded her body against mine in such a way that made me want to come right there. I ground my pelvis against hers in time with her gyrations, for she had begun gyrating her hips as she ground them into mine.
As she straddled my lap I grabbed her ass and held onto her as she danced. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth and bit down on her shoulder, but I managed to stop myself before I drew blood. I didn’t know if she wanted to go that far yet, nor did she know what that truly meant either. Then, through my concentration, I heard her voice. “Go ahead, baby, make me bleed,” she whispered. I dug my teeth into her shoulder, drinking every drop that all but poured out of the wound. “Baby… Are you… Are you drinking it?” she asked, sounding unsure of how she felt about it. I simply nodded my head. She stopped moving, making sure to stop with her chest in my face.
“You know what? That’s it, I’m not doing this anymore…” she said the second part more to herself than to me. Then she did something that scared the shit out of me for a second. She stood up. Next, she did something I really didn’t expect, at least not yet. She got down on her knees and undid my pants. “No more inhibitions…” she said, again more to herself than to me. “You know… you don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for or don’t want to…” She responded by licking me from my sack to the tip. “I want to do this. I’ll explain later…” she said seductively, and then she started to swallow my cock. I groaned as I felt my head hit the back of her throat, and then it opened to take it in.
She held my balls in her hand as she took me deep, licking my shaft up and down. Her tongue danced in a way Fang’s couldn’t compare to. She twirled her tongue fast and slow, teasing and tantalizing me. She ran her tongue from my balls to my head, smiling as she looked me in the eyes the whole time. It didn’t take long before I was ready to come. “I’m thirsty, baby, and I know you have something for me!” she said, and that pushed me over the edge. I shoved myself down her throat and let loose in her mouth…
As we finished eating lunch, we walked back to class together. At the ringing of the last bell of the day, Allura handed me a note and said, in the sexiest voice possible, “Meet me here. It’s my home address…” then she sauntered away, swinging her hips as she went.

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