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After thirty minutes of serene sleep, Laura began to shift slightly in the bed. She snuggled herself against Sara, bringing their faces fractionally closer. Sara could tell her lover's sleep was nearing its end and kissed Laura gently on the lips, Laura's eyes fluttered open instantaneously.
Initially, Laura just stared at Sara but soon tears welled in her eyes and the voluptious blonde pulled the sorceress-in-training tight against her. A low wail escaped Laura's lips and degenerated to sobbing as Sara returned the hug and patted her friend gently. Neither girl heard the door open.
Miss Harris opened the door fractionally to peer through at her own bed. She could tell both girls were awake and that Laura was crying. She decided it was best to let her get it out of her system and pulled the door almost shut, afraid the latch would disrupt them.
Close to an hour passed before Sara pulled her face away from the weeping Laura. Laura's tears had dried on her skin and all that was left was salt and an unfathomable sadness that tore at Sara's heart. Sara hugged her friend close once more, quickly, before breaking the silence, "I think we should go talk with Miss Harris. She may be able to explain some things to you... and me." The rambling, sobbing explanations the Sara had received that morning and the previous night were nearly incomprehensable, and she knew her friend had no explanations.
The two teenagers silently exited the bedroom, wrapped together in the floral patterned comforter from the bed. Miss Harris was sitting patiently in the parlour of the old house with a cup of coffee. The girls flopped limply onto the couch, neither spoke.
Finally, an emploring gaze from Sara opened Miss Harris' mouth, "Laura, I did some research and I have discovered that those piercings are the mark of a powerful demoness. She was banished by one of the first practitioners of my order," she paused for effect, "I'm sure you know about the three visit rule..." Laura nodded without opening her mouth saying nothing. Miss Harris continued, "Laura, I'd like you to tell me what happened. Then, if you like, I'll try to fill in any gaps for you."
Laura's mouth opened and hung that way, without sound, for a short while. When she had gathered her thoughts she closed it, swallowed deeply, and related the happenings in her home since the death of her mother. It took her almost three hours for a complete telling, and noon came and passed while she spoke and wept and spoke and wept.
When she was finished Miss Harris stared at her thoughtfully, then stood, "Lets get something to eat. Sandwiches." She stared devilishly at her student; Sara moaned, Laura looked confused.
Sara's legs shook, at first, with the tiny vibrator in place. Laura and Miss Harris sat at the kitchen table, giggling lightly at her predicament. Sara, stripped naked, gathered everything she needed for the sandwiches. When she turned from the fridge and walked back to the counter the nipples on her breasts stood out significantly and her whole front, including her perky breasts, were covered in goosebumps. Sara successfully provided three sandwiches; though she came once, her hips bucking slowly with her abdomen pressed against the counter for support. Finally, Sara sliced the sandwiches and placed them each on a plate. She delivered all three to the table before asking Miss Harris in a shaky voice, "May I take it out now?"
Her mentor's eyes twinkled mischeviously as she responded, "You've done well, but we don't have any drinks."
Sara's legs spasmed as she slowly crossed the kitchen to the fridge. She returned with three cans of soda, once again, her nipples were at attention and her skin was goosebumped.
Sara set down her own can first then reached out with one can in each hand to deliver the other two when Laura and Miss Harris simultaneously reached up and tweaked their closest nipple. The combined force of their assault and, more importantly, the resulting sensations brought Sara to her knees, or it would have if there weren't a table in the way. She collapsed, knocking aside her unopened drink, and slid back into her seat. Her sandwich landed between her legs in the quickly growing puddle of pussy juices. Both Laura and Miss Harris continued giggling, enjoying a momentary diversion from the sombre situation.
The rest of lunch was a quick and mostly quiet affair. There was little small talk, except when Laura traded Sara half of her dry sandwich for half of Sara's pussy juice-soaked one. Finally, all three set about putting lunch away and they adjourned to the living room. Sara and Laura again wrapped themselves in Miss Harris' comforter, more for moral support than warmpth, and Miss Harris took a seat across from the couch where she could address both girls. "First I would like to tell you a little backstory that might be helpful," Miss Harris began, "Your mother, Laura, was my mentor's first pupil. Unfortunately, she was deemed too excitable and most of her sorcerous powers were destroyed, along with her wand. However, when she left for the last time, I would guess out of sheer spite, she stole a fragment of a volume from the basement library. This is how your mother became ensnared."
"My mom was a sorceress like you and Sara?"
"More like Sara, really, at least in knowledge. She didn't progress very far before our mentor determined that it would be dangerous for her to know more. Those of us who gain these powers are more sought after as targets than others," Miss Harris answered. "Now, the meat of the story, as it were. The demoness you speak of is powerful, so I must refrain from speaking her true name. I found an ancient reference to her. The daughter of a local lord was burned at the stake for possessing piercings such as the ones you are adorned with. Cross referencing that with a demonology book I discovered a few more details, I'll start with some generalities. Demons absorb the souls of men through pact or triplicate ritual. Once those souls have been absorbed they become part of the Demon or Demoness' inner world, as you no doubt already realize. These souls can also be transformed into different things within that world or left as they are. This particular Demoness is among the most powerful of her kind, but she was sealed inside her own world long ago."
"What about these?" Laura stuck out her tongue and slid her hand into her pants, causing herself to shiver with powerful but unbidden pleasure, indicating her three serpentine piercings, "are these made of the souls of people who were stuck... there?"
"No... you needn't worry about that; they are a marker of sorts. Unfortunately, they're perhaps worse. Those piercings contain condensed sins, Lust and Greed if I'm not mistaken."
Laura nodded her understanding, then flushed with realization. When she'd given Dan that blowjob, she asked for a raise.
To Laura it seemed that Miss Harris looked through her and saw her realization, but she said nothing about it. "Those serpents," Miss Harris continued, "Are the servents of the Demoness. They were created from the most perverted souls the Demoness could find and infused with the strength of others. They are an extension of her will, though they retain some independent qualities. From what I have gathered, the serpents require a host to survive. Either they reside within the body of the Demoness or within a targeted individual. So you needn't worry about Envy, chances are that it is no more. So, do you have any other questions?"
Laura piped up, "What happened to my parents and is there any way to remove these piercings?"
"Ahh, yes. How could I forget such an important detail. It seems to me that your mother lost herself to the Demoness before your father visited for the first time. I would guess that he, in a valiant yet misguided attempt, sought to recover your mother's soul. However, he was too late, she had already been twisted or perhaps cursed and the pair of them were made into servant demons. I can only guess that your father's courage kept a shred of his soul in its original form, allowing him, once Envy had left his body, to fight, and win, against his new nature," Miss Harris paused for a moment before engaging a new subject,"Removing the piercings? I don't believe I'm equipped to to that, Laura. Let me think on it for a few days. In the meantime, I think you to should get along to Sara's house, I'm sure her parents are starting to wonder where she is. Especially with that late night call from me."
"OH NO," Sara sat up straight suddenly, "What are we going to tell my parents?"
"Luckily," Miss Harris chuckled, "I've already given that some thought. Laura, your father, distraught with grief, abandoned the house where he'd lived with your mother. Momentarily lost, you began to wander the city. I ran into you on a late night walk and took you home, then I called Sara. Not exactly flattering to your father's memory, but it ties everything up nicely."
"I suppose that could work... at least I can't think of anything better," Laura nodded and Sara echoed her sentiment.
"If we keep the story of your father's death quiet, it might cause some extra interest from the police but since he actually did just dissappear you should have no problem answering their questions."
Finally, the girls returned to Miss Harris' bedroom and redressed. It was only then that Laura realized that she had no pants or even panties. Fortunately, Miss Harris offered her a pair of each, though the elder sorceress was much skinnier than the blonde.
As the girls were leaving Miss Harris caught them one last time, "Laura. If you should go to your house, which you probably should, given your state of dress, I'd ask that you do not go alone. Sara, take care of her."
"I will," Sara responded firmly and the girls made their goodbyes and thank yous before heading to Sara's house. This time, however, the presence of the Astro was not lost on Sara. She shivered a little dispite the heat and pulled Laura close.
As the girls climbed the steps to Sara's house Laura stopped and suggested that they take the time to go back to her home so she could get her things before it got too dark. Sara thought for a moment then replied, "Sure, but lets go up to my room first. There's something I'd like to have with me over there." Sara dashed upstairs with Laura in tow, in her room she quickly grabbed the stone phallus that was her wand and stuffed it into her pocket. Laura stared at her friend for a moment but didn't ask and the two made their way to Laura's.
Laura and Sara stood transfixed before the door to Laura's house. A sense of forboding gripped their hearts. Laura broke the mood by pushing the door open with a sudden jolt of motion. Inside it appeared that everything was in order, a testament to the quality of Laura's neighborhood.
Standing in the foyer Laura suddenly found a resovoir of courage, "Sara? Could you wait here? I need to do this myself, call it a test of courage. I don't want to spend my life looking over my shoulder."
"Ok, Laura. I understand, but if you don't come out in thirty minutes I'm coming in after you!" Sara hugged her friend and lover as she finished, then stepped out and took a seat on the front porch.
Laura took one last look at Sara and steeled herself. She stared into the house for a few moments before stomping determinedly into the living room. She passed through quickly, but a strange fragrance caught her attention. Laura couldn't identify it but her cheeks flushed and she felt a gathering warmpth below.
Laura changed and stuffed nearly a weeks worth of clothing into a duffel bag before heading out. When Laura reentered the living room she was back under control and barely remembered the odor that once again threatened her composure. It was stronger this time. Laura's cheeks instantly flushed a deep red, her nipples perked up and her panties soaked up the first dampness to escape her pussy.
The scent was as unidentifiable as ever, but Laura managed to catch the undercurrent. Sex, old sex, dried cum and sweat. As Laura stopped to think the Scent infiltrated and clouded her reason, curiosity surfaced.
The duffel bag dropped, dead weight. Laura stepped lithely across the floor to the streamers of cum her father had left the night before. She bent down and took a deep breath, cum, but not the source of the Scent. Standing straight, Laura peered into the open door to her parent's bedroom. Clips from the night before flickered through her mind then suddenly vanished when she crossed the threshold.
The Scent was stronger in her parent's room, and its effects greater. A rivulet started down the inside of Laura's thigh and her nipples throbbed, painfully. Laura ached to touch and be touched. To the eye nothing appeared out of place, but her nose lead her toward the bed. The covers were mussed, but there was nothing out of place on top.
Lying on the floor and unabashadly grinding against it, Laura peered beneath the bed. The Scent was the most powerful she had encountered. There was what appeared to be a bundle of undergarments. The bundle suddenly shifted and Laura jerked away, cracking her head into the bed frame.
As she pulled clear of the bed Laura knew sinking elation, two pinpoints of pain were hidden by the black serpentine head attached to her hand. Fearfully, Laura pulled on the serpent; watching, but not feeling, her skin tearing.
Drunkenly, Laura brought the serpent to her face. She noted the two wet spots at the back of it's head, they centered on what looked like scent glands. Almost seeming to be activated by her attention the scent glands discharged a heavy mist of human hormones directly into Laura's face...
Laura passed rapidly between shadows of every erotic situation she could imagine, though none could fulfill the impossible lust that siezed her body at every possibly erogenous zone. Dan's fit form remorselessly thrust into her needy pussy. A pussy appeared before her, Laura couldn't be sure but it tasted like Sara. Unseen hands kneaded her breasts and torqued her diamondine nipples...
The illusion soon faded but the need remained. A need that could not be fulfilled by any number of lovers.
There was one thing that might be able to sate her.
Laura finally managed to focus on Envy. The snake seemed to smile at her. The consequences rose from the back of Laura's mind and she shed a single tear as they were pushed aside by the carnal reward.
Laura set Envy down, it didn't move an inch as she stood, shaking, unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them to the floor with her panties. Laura knelt smoothly and took up the snake again before pressing her breasts to the carpet. Reluctantly but without hesitation Laura stroked the length of her slit with Envy's head. She smoothly brought the serpent to her puckered anus from the last stroke and pressed firmly into her ass.
Laura moaned as the level of pleasure she desired was realized. Laura pushed again, but the snake remained maddeningly rigid. As she forced Envy another short distance into her ass Laura realized that there was nothing as erotic as corruption, and this was something Envy understood too.
'Very well,' Laura thought, 'I can take pleasure in my own corruption!'
Slowly, carefully, Laura pulled Envy out until only the tip of the serpent remained within herself and violently rammed it in as hard as she could manage. Stars danced across her vision as Laura toppled to the side and rolled onto her back. A squirt of fluid escaped her pussy before the more sedate flow started making its way toward her ass.
A finger on her clit and a hand on the serpent and Laura was at it again. She orgasmed twice more while pumping the serpent in and out, yet it remained maddeningly still. Finally, sweaty and exhausted, Laura was slowly pushing Envy deeply into herself when the tip of it's tail slipped between her fingers. Her back arched, pushing her pelvis higher and higher as though she were being lifted off the carpet by the cunt.
Awash in countless consecutive orgasms Laura experienced a final moment of regret. She opened her mouth to call out a warning to her friend and lover and choked. Tears of sorrow and pleasure welled in her eyes as the room around her faded to black.