Pass It Along/13

* Dylan and Divinity *

The memories began to come back more vividly for the couple. As they became more intense, they both felt the need to sit down. They took the opportunity to take a seat beside one another on a convienient loveseat. Frank looked back at them, a bit confused.

"Mr. Schultz," he asked, "what about the tour?"

"Sorry Frank," said Dylan, "I think we'll need a rain-check for the rest of the tour."

"As you wish, sir," said Frank as he took his leave. They're all lost now, he thought as he made his way toward his wife whom he had forgotten was also his daughter.

"Of course you can join us," Dylan remembered telling the two naked children. "The more the merrier." The older of the of the boys boldly grabbed his wife-to-be's breasts gently and began kissing her. Divinity kissed him back tenderly as she fondled his little cock. The younger looking boy kissed Dylan, and he needed no encouragement to return the kiss on his soft, undeveloped lips.

Wait, thought Dylan, I'm not into boys. Basil furrowed his invisible brow, and concentrated harder. Not only did he get the left-overs, as usual, but they were stubborn. He shifted the memory, having the couple remember being together for much longer.

They were young. Dylan was ten and Divinity only six. Dylan was pushing his immature erection in and out of his much younger girlfriend while she alternated sucking off her older and younger brothers. Dylan's own older brother had his penis firmly lodged in Dylan's tender anus and was keeping pace, stimulating Dylan's prostate as he fucked his six year old girlfriend. All the while, Dylan was greedily swallowing Divinity's dad's huge black cock.

"Wow," said Divinity's father, "If I'd known your boyfriend could suck cock so good sweetheart, I wouldn't have objected so much about the age difference. He already has me about to cum down his throat."

The two of them were fighting him very hard, but their resistance just made Basil angrier . . . so he made their memories even more perverted. You two will be mine! he thought as he jerked his insubstantial cock until he squirted another load of ectoplasm on their faces. The semi-real material oozed down their faces just like real semen.

* Chrissy *

Chrissy suddenly became shy, turning her head and shaking it. That is quite peculiar though Meri. "Come on Chrissy," he said. "I'm naked. Wouldn't you like to be naked too?" Again she shook her head. He couldn't understand her hesitance, unless . . .

He changed his form back to that of a wolf, and the child instantly relaxed and giggled. How odd, he thought, it's almost as if she were made for me. He still feared he was too big for her, but she seemed much more comfortable when he was in an animal form. "Would you like to see another trick?" Chrissy clapped her hands excitedly. Meri changed form into a racoon. It's smaller penis should be much easier for his toddler-bride to accommodate. "Tada," he said triumphantly, "I'm a racoon."

Chrissy clapped even more energetically. "I loves r'coons!"

"Will you get naked with me now, Chrissy?"

"M'kay," she said as the unceremoniously started stripping.

* Ophelia and Barry *

Ophelia rode her little . . . wait he was her big brother at the moment. She road her big brother's cock with wild abandon. She ignored the pain of loosing her virginity for the second time and concentrated on the taboo pleasure of fucking her brother. This was all so wrong, but for some reason she loved it. She knew she should be disgusted from the very thought of having sex with her own brother, but she was instead totally aroused.

Barry was in heaven, giving himself completely into plowing his big sister's tiny cunt. He took charge and rolled her over; continuing to fuck her with wild abandon. "You like that you little slut?" he asked. "Do you like getting your slutty cunt plowed by your big brother's thick cock?" He knew he should be concerned over how she looked ten again, but his lust overwhelmed his sense of concern . . . or maybe it was the fact that he was a demon.

Ophelia was taken aback by his crude use of language. It turned her on, but at the same time, it broke her out of her mating frenzy long enough to take stock. "Wait, stop," she said. Barry stopped fucking her immediately, almost against his will, and pulled out; his cock still as hard as it had ever been as he ached to get back in her. He felt that he couldn't now. She had to give him permission . . . or at least not say no.

"Come on Ophelia, we were so close," he pleaded.

"It's okay, Barry," said Ophelia, "I'm not mad. I'm really turned on. I just don't know why. Give me a second. I really want that cock . . . but first . . . " She pulled out her spellbook and looked for a spell to help in the current situation. After a bit of searching she found just the thing. "Revelare quod magia est in loco isto." she chanted (which roughly translates to: Show me the magic of that which is in this place.) "Oh my god!" she exclaimed, "You're a demon!" She cast her gaze at Imir, then. "And what is that over there? I can't see it, but I'm sensing a pixie?" The glow came closer, and she slowly backed away. She felt a puff of dust in her eyes, and when she finished rubbing it out, she opened them to see the girly-boy vision of Imir before her. "Ahhh!" she yelled.

"Come now," said Imir, "I'm not scary. I leave that to things like your brother there. You are scarier than I, with how fast you're picking up the knack for magic. You must be some kind of magical prodigy." He leaned in to whisper in her ear, "If I were you lass, I would consider binding your brother to your will now that he's a demon. I'd hate to have to kill him should he try to feed off of what is mine."

Imir turned his head toward the library. "Damn," he said, his face getting red, "they started the games without me! That hasn't happened in over two hundred years! I choose the game!! I make the rules!!! No, no, no, no, no!!!!" The pixie flew into a tantrum, throwing the furniture around and braking things. Ophelia huddled in a corner. He may not think he was scary, but at that moment, Imir was much more frightening than her brother could ever be.

"Children," he yelled into the library, "get out here!"

* Aaron, Brittany, and Mandy *

The angry cry from outside the library sent a chill through all of the children in the library. They looked at each other, fear evident in all of their faces.

"Oh no," said Jack, "I think Imir is mad."

"Is it bad?" asked Aaron.

"We've never seen him angry before," replied Jill. "We'd better get out there."

"If he's mad," said Brittany, "shouldn't we just stay here where we're safe."

"We have to leave sometime," said Jack.

"It will probably make him even angrier if we make him wait," added Jill.

The children carefully made their way toward the library entrance that they had heard Imir's voice come from.

--Elerneron (talk) 12:59, 3 September 2018 (CEST)

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