Pass It Along/9
"My worst dreams?" said Barry in a bit of a daze. "I don't want that." It was hard to think with the sound of their beautiful music still echoing in his head . . . though he couldn't understand how he could still hear it when they were talking.
"How about your best nightmares then?" asked the girl.
"I don't know about that," said Barry. "Maybe you should . . . umm . . . put some clothes on?"
The boy caressed Barry's thigh while he started to circle the "older" boy. "Maybe you need to take some off, hmmm?"
"I'm not sure that's a good idea."
"Come on," said the girl as she unbuttoned his blue jeans, "your cock is aching to get out."
"But you're both so young," he said as he feebly watched the girl pull down his pants. The underwear clung to the jeans as she pulled them down, allowing his erect teenage cock to spring free in all it's six inches of glory.
"You're going to want us even younger when we're done with you," said the boy as he swallowed Barry's cock to the hilt.
Barry moaned as the electric thrill of his first blowjob rushed over him. "But I'm not gay," he said feebly.
"Then tell him to stop," said the girl as she tore his shirt off from behind. "You have free will. We can't do anything to you if you say no."
Barry tried to tell the boy to stop, but the blowjob felt so good. Almost too good . . . but every time Barry was ready too cum, the incubus somehow sensed it and stopped it from happening. It was beautiful torture. The boy looked up knowingly and slowly changed his shape. Suddenly, it was the perfect vision of Barry's brother Aaron sucking his cock. He couldn't hold out any more, and shot his load down the demon-boy's throat while he looked like his little brother. Barry felt ashamed as the succubus kissed his neck, causing him to get erect once more in the mouth of what appeared to be his own girly kid brother.
Meanwhile . . .
Ophelia followed her parents through the library, trying to be the mature woman that she thought they expected of her. It was hard work living up to their expectations. As she wandered through the massive haven of books, an isle caught her attention. It wasn't that there was anything unusual about the isle of books. Quite the contrary, the isle seemed completely and utterly boring; without a single interesting property. She felt the urge to seek more interesting prospects elsewhere. This struck her as very strange, so she resisted the urge and entered the isle. Lifting a book from the shelf, she read the title.
Usus Vel Applicationes Principiorum de Magicis Vires
She recognized the Latin of course . . . but wasn't familiar with all of the words . . . Magicis? She took out her phone and looked it up. Ah, magical . . . of course, she should have gotten that. That would make the title loosely translate to . . . Practical Applications of Magical Energies . . . but that couldn't be a real thing could it?
--Elerneron (talk) 14:45, 23 August 2018 (CEST)