Three incubi compete to screw the most guys in a single semester at a human college.
Damon ascended topside, traveling through the astral layers on the strength of his leathery wings until he felt the rush of earthly wind on his skin.
He hovered hundreds of feet in mid-air, observing the quad below the deep pink soles of his feet. It was the middle of a crisp, fall day, and the students of Hub College filled the quad. He clenched his fists, landing in the middle of a wide body of water, out of which jets of water shot out in an arc. As he landed, he splashed water onto a group of nearby students, who gasped in shock. Thankfully, none of them could see Damon, as he was one astral layer before he was visible.
“Sorry!” Damon said, shifting his feet on the odd surface of the fountain’s base. He felt metal at his feet. He bent down and picked up several coins that rested in the water. As he observed the unfamiliar faces on the coins, he realized that the water was boiling around him. “Whoops,” he said, leaping up out of the fountain and onto the ground.
The fountain stood slightly above the quad. Damon perched up on one of the raised edges of the fountain, like a gargoyle, to observe the humans mill about.
“Polos… baseball caps… shorts… seems pretty easy,” he mused.
He sat down as he prepared to get dressed. He reached down and traced the contours of his hairy, thick thighs with his soft palms. His hands gripped soft denim as his loose shorts came into being. He stretched out and ran his hands over his abs as he willed a black wifebeater onto his hairy torso. He reached up to his head and smoothed back his hair, giving it a gelled appearance. He tapped a few times on his horns, making them invisible.
He stood up and observed his reflection in the fountain’s water, smiling to himself.
“You handsome devil,” he said.
He turned and whipped his shoulder, willing an empty backpack onto his sculpted delt.
He took another look out at the campus, his nose twitching.
“There’s a lotta essence out here,” he said. His cock started to swell in his shorts, visible without any hint of underwear.
He hopped down to the steps of the fountain. As he approached the ground, he took a deep breath as he passed through the threshold to the human plane of existence.
It didn’t take long for Damon to attract attention. Young women giggled at the sight of the tall, young stranger with the tan skin. Men wrinkled their nose, or smiled secretly to themselves.
Damon smiled back flashing a peace sign. He grimaced, noticing that his hands were still clawed. He gritted his sharp teeth, willing his claws into normal nails.
“Shit,” he muttered. “Gotta focus.”
Damon walked down the quad, attracting even more attention. He heard a few wolf whistles, and a few students seemed to be in a haze as they watched him.
“Focus, focus,” he said. He closed his eyes and turned down his sexual aura, and the students quickly lost interest, dispersing into the crowd. “Don’t wanna cause an orgy out here.”
He headed towards the administration building, having to duck out of the way of the low threshold so he wouldn’t hit his head.
He walked up to the secretary at the front desk.
“Excuse me,” Damon said in a light Hubsonian accent, “I need to talk to registration.”
“Do you have an appointment?” the woman said over her thick glasses.
Damon shook his head.
“Then you’ll have to wait,” she said, looking back towards her computer.
Damon tightened the straps of his backpack and tapped his foot.
“Can you tell them it’s an emergency?”
The woman looked back at him, not changing her expression.
“What kind of emergency?” she said.
Damon hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting to a nearby screen, advertising a basketball match between Hub College and Goslington State. He looked back at the woman and his silver tongue got to work.
“Uh…I just transferred in from Goslington State. I need to figure out my schedule and my room.”
“Sir, it’s the middle of the semester. I recommend that you come back when the next one begins, so that we can better accommodate you.”
As the woman looked back at her computer, Damon snorted, smoke coming out of his nose.
“Fine,” he said. “I’m just gonna have to do this the long way.”
Damon arrived at Gilmore, the sophomore dorms. He pulled hard on the handle, but the door wouldn’t open no matter what he did.
He threw his backpack down to the ground and sulked on the stoop.
“What am I doing…?” Damon said. “This is stupid.”
“Hi, do you need help?” a male voice said above.
Damon looked up, seeing a lean, mousey-looking male student.
“Uh, yeah,” Damon said, regaining his composure. “I…I got locked out. I don’t have my key.”
“Your student ID is your key,” the student clarified, holding up his own. “Are you new here?”
“Uh, yeah,” Damon said, putting on a big smile. “I’m Damon. I just transferred in from Goslington State. My, uh, ID is late. I don’t have it yet.”
“That sucks,” the student said, letting him in the door. “Here.”
Damon followed him into the dorm, and proceeded to follow the student up the stairs, seemingly to the top of the very tall building.
“Do you live all the way up here?” the student asked.
“Yeah, yeah,” Damon said. “I do. Uh—”
Damon looked to the side of the stairway, at the placard on the wall.
“That’s my room,” the student said, tilting his head. “Are you sure about that? It’s a single room.”
“15-H, 15-H,” he said. “That one.”
“The empty one, huh,” the student said, brushing the back of his hair. “I see they finally filled it.”
Damon sighed in relief as he followed the student to the dorm hallway.
They stood in front of the student’s own dorm.
“I never got your name,” the student said, reaching out his small hand. “I’m Thomas.”
“Nice to meet you,” Damon said, returning the handshake. “Damon.”
“Ouch,” Thomas said, waving his hurt hand.
“Sorry, I got…I was just—...thanks for showing me here, bye!”
Thomas raised his eyebrow as he exited to his own room.
Damon tried the handle of the door, finding that it wasn’t working.
Damon stomped his foot, searing a black footprint in the thin carpet. That’s when he realized he was still barefoot.
“So much for my cover,” Damon grumbled.
Damon willed his claws back into view and jumbled one of them into the lock.
“Rrrrrgh, Damon muttered to himself. “Where are those other two…?”
Damon rested in his empty dorm room as night fell.
By then, he had removed all of his clothes, throwing them on a pile on the floor.
He stretched out on the bed, unencumbered by the itchy clothing.
“Guess I gotta sleep or somethin’?”
Damon lay there for a moment, his tail wagging back and forth restlessly.
His pointed ear flexed. He craned his ear toward the wall where he could hear the soft fwip-fwip sound of a college boy jerking off.
“Little human’s got needs,” Damon mumbled. “Let’s see if I can’t help him out.”
Damon pursed his lips and drew back his arms as if he was about to do a breast-stroke. He swam through the walls and into the invisible layer of reality. He floated in mid-air, sitting down in an invisible chair above the floor in Thomas’s room.
Thomas worked his cock up and down, his eyes closed as he drew in short, stuttering breaths.
“Poor dude,” Damon said, laying his head on Thomas’s covers.
Damon reached out into Thomas’s mind, seeing images of Damon in his human disguise.
“So that’s how it is,” Damon said with a smile, rubbing his hands together.
He laid down on the bed next to Thomas, spooning him. The higher demon’s true size dwarfed that of the college-aged human. He wrapped his arms around the human, his tail winding around the human’s calf. He nuzzled against Thomas’s neck.
“Thomas,” Damon whispered into the human’s ear. “I know I just met you, but I need you…”
“Damon,” Thomas whispered.
Damon drew his hand down Thomas’s chest, feeling the light dusting of hair that grew there.
“Thomas,” Damon cooed. “Please!”
“Damon!” Thomas responded, bucking his hips into the air. Pink energy escaped out of Thomas’s mouth.
Damon’s nostrils flared as he breathed in a hint of Thomas’s essence.
Damon put his hand over Thomas’s, stopping him right before he went over the edge. The two held Thomas’s cock, separated only by the astral plane.
Damon held his other hand out for a moment.
“There we go,” Damon muttered. Damon rutted his hard cock against the side of Thomas’s thigh.
Then, he grabbed hold of Thomas’s other hand and met the others at his cock.
“F…fuck,” Thomas grunted. “I’m gonna…”
He erupted across his stomach, and a cloud of pink mist filled the air.
Damon sat up on the bed, spreading his arms out as he started to laugh. He gathered up all of the mist into a big ball and inhaled it all in one gasp.
“Ahhhh,” he said, his arms behind his head.
For a moment, Damon was in bliss. His head swam in delight from the human’s essence.
He writhed on the bed, feeling his muscles pump up from the influx of essence. He ran his clawed hands down his chest and abs; the deep cavities of his abs smiling below the peaks of his pecs. He stretched his legs, his lower body feeling like he had just done a month’s worth of squats.
“That’s the stuff…” Damon exhaled.
Thomas got up from his bed, reaching for a towel perched nearby. As he toweled himself off, he turned towards Damon, still vibing.
Damon froze as Thomas looked right at him. He held his forked tongue out of his mouth in shock.
Thomas got off the bed and walked towards Damon.
“Aaah!” Damon shouted, getting out of the way.
Thomas walked through Damon, gazing out at the moon in the sky.
“Oh,” Damon sighed. He watched the lonely human in silence.
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