My Professor, the Devil

Daphne

“Matt? Matt, are you there?” I call out my boyfriend’s name in a whisper. It’s midnight. The library will be closing soon, and my boyfriend has disappeared on me again!

I turn the corner where I suspect he might have run off too. The 14th century classics aisle is usually abandoned at this time with very few students roaming through the shelves.

But not this time.

This time, the frenzied sounds of moans stop me in my tracks.

Great, students are always fucking in the library. In the school park, at the back of the classes. Everywhere! This whole college campus is a disgusting den of sin and temptation.

I usually don’t mind but tonight, it’s getting late. I’ve been studying for hours straight. I need to get back home to catch some sleep and prepare for my English Literature class tomorrow.

The new professor is supposed to be some genius. Everyone’s excited to meet him. I can’t miss out on his first class. I like to make a good first impression.

Arriving at the aisle, I see the reason for the moans. Two students are going at it like rabid animals. They are backed against the shelves, their faces hidden in the poorly-lit corridor.

The girl’s back is turned, her ass facing the boy who has gathered fistfuls of her hair, fucking her from behind. Fast, hard, and groaning deeply as he thrust.

My panties dampen as creamy discharge moistens my pussy. I can’t help myself. There is something about them: the savageness is enticing.

Okay, confession: I’m still a virgin. I’ve just turned eighteen and it’s becoming harder and harder to keep the purity vows I made in church when I was, like, five. I vowed no man would ever touch me except my husband on our wedding night. But making a serious vow when you are a kid is easier than keeping the vow as an adult.

I find myself slipping every day. Especially in this den of sin. Every corner I turn, some sex-crazed students are fucking like their lives depended on it. And honestly, I’ve gone from judging them…to being entertained…to losing my mind. I’ve started wondering about what I might be missing.

Now, I just watch them like a pervert. Touching myself, finger-fucking myself, imagining some sex god wrapping his brutal hands around my neck to the point of almost crushing me. Turning me into his slave, beating me savagely until my skin turns red, and fucking me until I can’t breathe anymore.

These imaginations consume me now. I keep thinking…what harm can they do, right? I’m still keeping myself for my husband but damn, a girl can release a bit of tension, right? I can’t help myself. I want to be fucked! I want to be hog-tied and dominated to death!

I fall asleep dreaming about it every day. Sometimes in my dreams, I feel a creature fucking me and making me cum so hard. I wake up bursting with white discharge, my legs quivering like the dream had been real.

It’s like a beast inside me is trying to claw its way out.

Even now, as I watch the students going at it in the aisle, I can feel the same beast stirring, tempting me to touch myself. It’s inappropriate and would likely get me on the sex offender list but ----

The boy turns his head toward me suddenly. Our eyes meet. My jaws drop.

Matt!

All the desire left my body, replaced by anger and betrayal.

“Daphne! Fuck! What are you doing here?” he asks in a ragged tone.

The girl turns too. Lola, our classmate and study-group leader. She pushes back the thick hair covering her face to see clearly. She doesn’t even care that she has been caught. When Matt tries to pull away and come after me, Lola yanks him back.

“I’m about to cum; don’t you dare stop now!” she commands him.

To my shock, Matt obeys her.

My own boyfriend continues fucking that stank right in my presence! He keeps looking back at me, gauging my reaction.

I can’t move. I stand there, watching them in disbelief. Matt’s face is apologetic at first. Then it changed into an agonizing cum face as he nears orgasm. A face I’d never seen before.

In this moment, it dawns on me…I have lost him. He is completely under Lola’s control.

I turn and flee, utterly humiliated.

Outside, the cold air hits me. I burst into tears. Walking through the empty campus, I feel a mixed range of emotions. I feel stupid for believing Matt when he told me he’d wait for me. Of course, he can’t even if he wants to. He’s a man. Men have needs that must be satisfied and if they can’t get it from their girlfriends, they’ll definitely get it from, I don’t know, the slutty group leader.

I take a shortcut, walking through the basketball court. After walking a few steps, I realize I have made a mistake.

A group of four boys are playing on the court, throwing and dunking the ball. Their voices are loud, unruly. I grip my bag tighter and try to keep my head down. I hurry along, desperate to cross the court and get home.

One of them, the biggest boy, blocks my path. He is sweaty.

“Hey, pretty girl. Don’t you know it’s dangerous to walk alone at midnight,” he says, flirtatiously.

I try to get around him. He stops me every time.

“Oh, come on, honey, don’t break my heart like that,” he says, tucking my hair behind my ear. His boys laugh.

I flinch when he touched me. Someone save me, I whisper under my breath as the boys circle me like prey.

“Come on, give me a kiss,” he continues, pulling my face close.

“No, no, stop it!”

“Let. The. Girl. Go!” A deep, rumbling voice with English accent booms.

Suddenly, the atmosphere changes, announcing the arrival of a terrifying, unnatural force. A strange wind rips through the court with such force, throwing the boys backward. They scatter all over the court, hitting the floor.

My eyes turn toward the woods where a tall, broad-shouldered, suited figure stands with his hands casually tucked into his suit pockets.

His face is shrouded in darkness. I squint in the light to take him in but there’s something unreal about him. A commanding force. It’s almost as if the night is bending to him. It frames around him like a halo, a weapon he can wield as he likes.

The boys rise slowly from their collapse.

“What the hell?” their leader mutters.

Like me, he can’t tell what just happened.

He turns to the figure standing in the dark.

“Hey, buddy, this doesn’t concern you. I think you should leave before we...” he starts to say.

The figure approaches, stepping out of the light.

My mouth drops.

I have never seen such a gorgeous man before. He looks like a well-chiseled Greek god. A fallen god walking among mere mortals. Everything about him is massive, rock solid, cold but fiery hot.

He struts with arrogance like he knows he commands power. With his hand tucked into the right pocket, he walks toward the boys powerfully, elegantly.

I follow him, unable to peel my eyes away from him. He looks like a fallen god walking among mere mortals. As if the entire earth belongs to him and the rest of us are just borrowing it, here to serve at his will. You’d notice him right away in any space even when he wasn’t trying to be noticed.

“No, buddy, I’m giving you one chance. Walk away now and no one gets hurt,” he warns in that low, threatening voice.

His face metamorphizes briefly. His eyes turn a flaming red. Terrifying, demonic, unreal. I can almost swear I see horns sticking out of his head. What the hell?

“Jesus! What are you?” The group leader asks, trembling with fear.

“Your worst nightmare,” he replies coldly.

The boys back away, trembling, falling over themselves.

“Run, get out of here,” he barks at them.

They break into a run, vanishing around the corner in a flash.

The strange, hot man bursts into a laugh.

“That’s always fun!”

Turning to me, he says:

“Careful, a girl like you shouldn’t be alone at night.”

Now, I’m shivering, afraid of him. Whatever he is, it’s not human. It’s not even real. I’m imagining this. I’m ----

Suddenly, everything goes black.

I wake up the next morning properly tucked into my bed. My head pounds. I can’t tell if the memories of last night are real or fake. I know I saw Matt with Lola but that red-flaming creature…It can’t be human. How did I even get home?

To put it out of my mind, I bathe and prepare for class. I just want to do anything to put my mind at ease. I get to class early and settle down. Soon, the class fills up and right on cue, the new professor walks in.

My eyes nearly pop out of their sockets.

It’s him! The

strange creature in my dreams.

“Good morning, class. My name is Hades Sin."