Chapter 14 - Chapter 13

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Elena sat in history class; her seat by the window allowed her to feel the afternoon sunlight spilling onto her skin—a warmth that left her whole body feeling deliciously languid. Mr. Tanner's voice echoed through the classroom, droning on about the usual clichés regarding the American Civil War, yet today, those historical concepts were suddenly becoming remarkably clear in her mind. She used to find this stuff utterly dry and boring, but now, every date and every battle seemed to snap into place like pieces of a puzzle.

She smiled faintly to herself, thinking: *This shit has got to be because of Jeremy.* The more her brother fucked her, the more she felt a surge of power coursing through her body—and it wasn't just physical strength; her mind felt sharper, too. Her long legs crossed beneath her desk, and her beautiful breasts rising and falling gently beneath the blouse; she could even feel her heartbeat—steadier and stronger than usual. She thought back to that morning in the woods, riding him, grinding her hips wildly as Jeremy's cock plunged deep into her wet, throbbing pussy—the sheer pleasure of it still made her legs feel weak. *Fuck.* She was becoming increasingly addicted to him. No one—and she meant *no one*—was going to take her brother away from her, especially not that blonde bitch, Caroline.

She stole a glance out the window; the school playing field was deserted. Jeremy must be in his own class right now, she figured. The mere thought of his thick, long cock made her lower regions begin to throb with heat again. Elena bit her lower lip, forcing herself to focus. Around the classroom, some students were dozing off while others stared down at their phones, but Elena was wide awake and full of energy today. When Mr. Tanner reached the section on Lincoln's speeches, she couldn't help but raise her hand to answer a question—her voice ringing out, clear and strong. The old man, Tanner, looked momentarily stunned, then offered a rare compliment: "Miss Gilbert, you're really on your game today." Elena smiled, though inwardly she was thinking: *If you only knew* why *I'm in such "good form" today, you old man, you'd probably piss your pants.*

Meanwhile, in the boys' restroom, Jeremy was currently—and quite literally—stuck in an embarrassing disaster. He had only stepped in to take a piss, but now his zipper was broken—completely, irrevocably jammed. His cock was still semi-hard; it sprang out of his underwear—a thick, long shaft hanging slightly downward, veins bulging visibly—looking as if it could go fully rigid at any moment. Staring at his reflection in the mirror, he cursed under his breath in a panic: "Fuck, what kind of shitty luck is this? How the hell am I supposed to walk out like this?" The school restroom was empty—thankfully, there was no one else inside—but he knew that during the break between classes, it would inevitably be packed with people. He tried to shove it back inside his briefs with his hand, but the damn thing was excruciatingly sensitive; the mere touch sent a faint wave of heat through him, and the blood rushed straight to his head.

A familiar voice drifted in from outside—sweet and cloying, sounding as if she were showing off: "Did you know? That skirt I wore on Monday? It was absolutely *perfect*! The way the color went with my legs—wow, Tyler was practically drooling." Jeremy instantly recognized it as Caroline's voice; that bitch was always chattering away. The boys' and girls' restrooms were right next to each other, so she was likely out there chatting with her girlfriends. His heart began to race, and his cock, completely beyond his control, started to swell even larger. "Fuck!" he growled softly, attempting to stuff it back in again. But this time was even worse—it went fully rigid, hard as an iron bar, pressing against his underwear and swelling until his lower abdomen throbbed with pain. It was his bloodline acting up; ever since he'd activated that damned primordial Succubus heritage, his body's sensitivity had been growing day by the day. The slightest stimulation made him go hard enough to feel like he was going to explode; even a simple touch made his toes curl and his vision go dim—a double-edged torture of simultaneous pain and pleasure.

*There's no other way,* he thought. The restroom was empty, so he needed to find someone to help him. Caroline? She was right outside; maybe she could help him scrounge up a pair of pants or something. Cupping his hands over his crotch, he took a deep breath, nudged the door open just enough to create a crack, and peeked his head out. There stood Caroline in her signature short skirt, her pale, long legs dazzling in the sunlight, the hem of her skirt faintly outlining the curves of her high, shapely ass. She was chatting with another girl—someone from Bonnie's social circle—who possessed a dark, bronze complexion and an elegant figure that looked straight out of a fashion magazine: firm, perky breasts and a slender, supple waist. But Jeremy had no time to admire the view; he hurriedly waved his arms, trying to catch Caroline's attention.

Caroline's gaze swept across the room and landed on him; she paused for a brief moment of surprise, yet she gave no outward sign of it. Instead, she continued chatting with the girl beside her: "Yeah, exactly—I'm planning to wear that dress again next week." After exchanging a few perfunctory remarks, the girl nodded and walked straight into the ladies' restroom. Only then did Caroline turn around and walk gracefully toward him, her high heels clicking rhythmically against the floor. Her breasts jiggled beneath her tight-fitting top, and a glimpse of her fair, soft skin was visible at her neckline. "Hey, Jeremy—what's up? Why did you call me over?" she asked with a smile. But the moment the words left her lips, her eyes darted downward, fixing on the spot between his legs that Jeremy was desperately trying to cover with his hands; her expression instantly froze.

Jeremy blushed a deep crimson—the color of a boiled shrimp—and forced out an awkward smile: "Uh, Caroline... look, here's the thing... the zipper on my jeans is broken. It's completely jammed. I called you over hoping you could help me find a spare pair of pants or something. Could you do that?"

Caroline lifted her head, tearing her eyes away from his crotch. Crossing her arms over her chest, she let a playful smirk curl at the corners of her mouth. "Oh? The zipper's broken? That sounds like quite a hassle. Where on earth would the school keep spare pants?" She paused for a moment, her mind racing, then added: "Why don't you just tuck *that thing* back into your underwear for now and come out with me? Having your fly open isn't really a big deal; everyone's too busy rushing to class to notice."

Jeremy's face twisted in frustration as he gritted his teeth: "No—I tried! It... it won't fit back inside." As he spoke, he helplessly let go of his hands. His thick, long cock immediately sprang free, standing rigidly erect in the open air. Its engorged head glowed a deep red; it was as thick as an adult's wrist and shockingly long. The restroom door stood ajar—fortunately, no one happened to be passing by—yet the sight still filled Jeremy with such overwhelming shame that he wished the ground would simply swallow him whole.

Caroline's eyes instantly widened, her cherry-red lips parting slightly as she stared at that massive member for a full three seconds before abruptly looking up at him. "My God, Jeremy! You... why are you so hard this early in the morning? What on earth is going on?!"

Jeremy hurriedly covered himself again, his voice trembling. "It's a physical issue I've been having lately... I keep getting hard, but I can't jerk myself off. Fuck, it's really annoying." Of course, he wasn't spilling the whole truth.

No way in hell was he about to drop a bomb like, "Oh, by the way, any woman who sleeps with me gets super strength and immortality."

That sounded absolutely batshit crazy.

Hell, even he wouldn't believe it if he heard it from someone else.

Caroline blinked, a flicker of curiosity—and was that *excitement*?—flashing across her beautiful face. She licked her lips. "What? Are you serious? You can't take care of it yourself? So what do you usually do?" Her voice dropped to a low murmur as her eyes stole another glance downward; beneath her skirt, her shapely legs unconsciously pressed together, and her pert buttocks gave a subtle wiggle.

Jeremy nodded, so embarrassed that beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. "Yeah, really. Please help me out, Caroline—I'm begging you. At the very least, help me find something to cover myself up."

Caroline hesitated for a moment, a blush rising to her cheeks, yet a newfound boldness sparked in her eyes. She took a step forward; the bathroom door clicked shut behind her, leaving just the two of them alone in the cramped space. "Alright, in that case... it looks like there's only one solution," she murmured, slowly reaching her hand toward his crotch.

Jeremy instinctively recoiled a step. "Wait—wait! What are you doing?!"

But Caroline didn't stop. Her hand had already closed around his scorching-hot cock; the mere brush of her fingertips sent a jolt through Jeremy's entire body. His toes curled violently, his eyes narrowed into slits, and he couldn't suppress a low moan: "Ah... Fuck! Easy there!" The sheer sensitivity was a blend of pain and pure pleasure—like an electric current shooting straight to his brain. His cock throbbed in her palm, swelling even larger.

Caroline gasped softly, yet she didn't let go; instead, she gave him a gentle stroke. "Whoa—that sensitive? Jeremy, your cock is huge... and so hot. No wonder you couldn't tuck it back in." She smiled as she spoke, her voice laced with playful teasing, though her eyes burned with unadulterated lust. Her breasts rose and fell with her breathing, and beneath her short skirt, her long legs rubbed together—a clear sign that she was getting wet. "Relax. Let me help you... soften up. Or—how exactly *do* you want me to help?"

Jeremy panted, leaning against the wall, his mind a chaotic mess. "Caroline... are you out of your mind? We're in the bathroom!" But his body betrayed him; his cock, gripped in her hand, throbbed with painful hardness, its head glistening with clear fluid. He wanted to push her away, but the sensation was so damn exquisite—the curse of his bloodline had him burning with lust, utterly powerless to resist.

Caroline giggled, her palm wrapping around the entire length of his shaft as she slowly stroked him up and down. "Out of my mind? *You're* the one who called me here, you little rascal. Regretting it now? Just look at that cock—hard as an iron rod, practically poking right through my hands." She leaned in closer, her hot breath fanning against his neck, her fair, delicate cheeks flushed bright red. "Tell me: who have you been fucking lately? Why are you so damn starved? Was it Vicki? You and Vicki... tsk, tsk.'"

Jeremy squeezed his eyes shut, groaning. "Don't... don't bring her up. Ah... slow down, Caroline! Your hands feel so soft... I'm going to... I'm going to cum!" His toes dug frantically into the shoes.

Caroline's breathing grew ragged. With her free hand, she hiked up her skirt, revealing a pair of pink panties that were already soaked through. "Cum? Hah! Do you take me for a fool? That cock is huge—I'm certainly not going to let you waste it." Boldly, she yanked down her panties, exposing her smooth, hairless pussy; then, thrusting her shapely hips forward, she began to lower herself right onto his cock. "Come on, Jeremy—fuck me! Let me help you take care of this little problem... and get myself off in the process."

Jeremy's eyes went wide, but before he could react, she had already squatted down, her hot, wet pussy swallowing his cockhead whole. "Fuck! Caroline, you slut!" he growled, his hands gripping her waist; her high, shapely ass felt incredibly springy in his palms. He had intended to push her away, but his sensitive body instantly spiraled out of control. His cock inched its way into her tight, fleshy walls—an exquisite torture that made him cry out: "Ah… it's so tight! Your slutty pussy is squeezing me so hard… it hurts so good!"

Caroline straddled him, her short skirt hiked up to her waist, her pale, long legs wrapped around his hips as her breasts bounced wildly beneath her clothes. She began to grind her hips up and down, moaning wantonly: "Oh, God! Your cock is so thick, Jeremy! You're filling me up completely… Fuck me to death, baby!"

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