Farah Dowling WRITOBER 2O22

Unleash your demons

“What did you do?” cried Headmistress Dowling.
“Something stupid, probably” you answered, groaning and trying without success to stand up from the center of the ritual circle. “How can you be already here?”
“I felt the magical unbalance” she said, walking towards the book that you had left open right outside the circle. She picked it up and took a quick look at the summoning procedure you has just used.
“Why,” she exclaimed, “why would you perform a demonic conjuration to get back your magic when I told you I’d find a way-”
“I just wanted my magic back, Headmistress! I can’t go on like this…”
“You don’t trust me, then. You don’t believe I will be able to fix-”
“I am just tired of being a burden! There is no reason for me to stay in Alfea if I can’t perform magic” you said, angrily, finally managing to stand.
“I realize that being my assistant is not motivation enough for you to stay” she said quietly, and she raised her voice to continue when you tried to object, “but all it would have taken was a bit more of patience.”
“Magic is one of the two things at the core of my being” you said. “I feel I can’t survive without it.”
“One of the two things?”
“Yeah” you murmured, looking away. “Anyway, I know it was risky, but I needed to try this-”
“Risky? It was incredibly dangerous! What did you want to do, trap a demon inside the circle and ask for a wish in exchange for… what? Its freedom?”
“Demons, not demon. But yes, something like that.”
Miss Dowling shook her head, incredulous.
“Okay, okay, it was a stupid idea, I get it! I just… I had to try, Headmistress. And anyway it didn’t work, as you can see.”
“We’ve been lucky” she said, grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the protective circle. You felt the usual stab of arousal. You were so accustomed to it by now that it almost went unnoticed. “Let me see that cut on your forehead. Did you faint?”
“No, I just fell and hit my head. There was a big light and I was blind for a few seconds…”
“You should never mess with the demonic plane,” she stated as she magically healed your cut, “you can never know what-”
You looked at her, wondering why she had stopped.
“Headmistress?”
“Tell me what you feel” she ordered, deadly serious.
“I… I don’t know, I feel- normal, I guess?”
“It’s not possible” she replied harshly. “Focus. What do you feel?”
You tried to search your feelings but honestly nothing felt out of place. You were tired, yes, sad because you hadn’t gotten your magic back yet, there was the usual desire and the fond longing you always felt when she was around. But that was all.
“Just a bit of dizziness from the magical effort and the fall, maybe?”
“How can that be?” she murmured, watching you with worry in her eyes.
“Why? What is it, Headmistress? I don’t understand…”
“Here” she said, creating a light mirror in front of you. “See for yourself.”
You took a step closer and looked in the mirror. Instead of your usual color, your eyes were tinted in three deep shades of red.
You gaped at your reflection. “But… I- why my eyes… what does it mean?”
“I think your conjuration might have worked after all” she whispered, her voice grave with concern. “From the state of your irises I’d say at least three demons took possession of your body.”
“P- possession?!”
Miss Dowling nodded. “Think of it as you’d think about a virus. Only a tad more difficult to get free of. What I don’t understand” she continued, taking your face in her hands and kindly forcing you to bend back your head to take a better look at you as you repressed a lustful shiver, “is why you don’t seem to feel any difference. The demons’ action should be evident, one of the traits of demonic possession is-”
Her gaze met yours and she noticed your dilated pupils and the sharp intake of breath.
She left you as if she had burned herself.
“Don’t tell me you summoned sex demons.”
You blushed, looking away. “What difference does it make? They sounded like the less dangerous kind of dem-”
“And now they are trapped inside of you! I don’t understand how you can be still free of their influence but – you will feel their pull soon and I just touched you and-”
She groaned. “Oh, gods, this is a disaster.”
“Why? What do you mean? What is going to-”
“What is going to happen is that you will be drawn like a magnet to the first being who touched you! That’s how it works, with sex demons, they- you imprint on the first being whose skin came into contact with yours” she explains, and you can see she is making an effort to stay calm.
“Headmistress, I’m so sorry” you whispered, shamed. “I had no idea this could happen-”
“Obviously” she snapped.
You really felt guilty. If she ever discovered that you had been in love with her since… oh, ages ago, she would surely presume that you had done it all on purpose. She’d lose any trust in you. You couldn’t let that happen. You felt fine, and you would endure whatever it took to avoid bothering her more than you’d already done.
“So how do I send them away?” you asked quietly.
“We exorcise them” she replied. “It’s better if I do it. It won’t take long.”
You blinked. “Well, then… why do you look worried? You made it sound easy.”
“I assure you, for the average fairy it not easy” she said in a hard tone. And then, with a small smirk: “I, however, am not an average fairy.”
As if you didn’t know. Every time she entered a room you had to hold your breath when you perceived her immense magical aura.
“So what is the probl-?”
“The problem is that an exorcism takes a few hours to be effective.”
“Which means… how long?”
“In your case, with three demons and my powers… I’d say a day or two.”
“Okay” you said, relieved. “That’s not so bad. I-”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about. I am still amazed at how resistant you are to the demons’ influx, but soon you will feel a… compulsion… and I- I won’t be able… I can’t do anything about it.”
Your blush deepened. “Oh, no, I understand, Headmistress, I could never force you to- It’s okay, I’m accust- I mean, I will bear it, no problem.”
Miss Dowling inclined her head and watched you, silent, with some unnamed emotion flashing quickly in her eyes.
“Go back to the ritual circle, so I can perform the exorcism. The sooner I do it, the better it is” she said finally.
You complied and watched her do a complex sequence of movements with her hands, her eyes lighting up in a beautiful silver.
Good gods, she was even more beautiful when she did magic… you wanted to walk out of the stupid circle and ravish her- no, wait, that was the demons talking. You couldn’t. You were not an animal. You would control yourself.
A few seconds later the exorcism was completed. “It is done” she said, passing a hand on her eyes.
“Now only time will tell how successful I have been.”
She threw a look at you. “You have to stay here until the demons are gone. You are not to leave this room for any reason, you understand? I will-” she stopped, her gaze lowering to your hands. “You’re trembling.”
“I’m fine” you lied. Your hands were shaking, and you were starting to believe that you didn’t feel all that difference from any other day only because you were already in love with the woman: you were accustomed to desiring her. Your body, however, was not reacting as well to the demons’ invasion, and was clearly starting to get cravings.
“I can have a sedative prepared for you” she said.
“I- thank you” you answered, clasping your hands together to hide how much they were shaking.
Miss Dowling picked up again the book you had used to summon the demons and flipped through it until she found what she was searching for. Then she handed you the tome.
“You can read everything you need to know about sex demons here. It might… help passing the time.”
“Yeah,” you murmured, taking it with your trembling hand as you made an effort not to brush your fingers against her skin. “Thank you again.”
She hesitated. “If it becomes unbearable…”
Your eyes run to hers, wide. “Send a mental call. I will come.”
“There… will be no need” you forced yourself to say.
Miss Dowling nodded and gave you a last long look before leaving the room.
You were left alone, with only the book to distract you from your growing craving for her.
You read all the section about sex demons, with particular care on the chapter about the possession and the imprinting. Irrational desire... loss of inhibition... deteriorating ability to reason or think clearly... repetitive carnal fantasies focused on one person… well, the only part that worried you was the loss of inhibition, because you were already familiar with all the rest.
As you tried to ignore the growing trembling of your whole body, you read with attention the section about linfean steel – apparently there were people who decided to be possessed by a sex demon on purpose to enhance their sexual performances, and the only way to have a minimum of control over the demon during intercourse was wearing chains of linfean steel around the wrists.
As you were telling yourself that you could ask miss Dowling if the school had chains like that somewhere, she knocked on the door and entered without waiting for your answer.
“Drink this” she said, offering you what looked like a cup of tea.
You sniffed it.
“It’s an old-fashioned herbal tea” she murmured. “Blended with the strongest sedative I feel safe giving you.”
You drank, feeling her gaze on your hands and your shaking shoulders.
She waited a few seconds, then asked: “Any improvements?”
You shook your head, looking at the floor. Having her there and being separated from her was almost unendurable. The tremors were starting to become light cramps, but you didn’t want to tell her.
“You don’t have to be brave” she said. “I can see you’re starting to be in pain.”
You heard her sigh. “Come here” she said. You looked at her, stunned.
“What for?”
“Make no mistake,” she admonished, searching for your eyes, “you will have a severe punishment for this stunt. But I cannot, in good conscience, let you suffer. I think a kiss would suffice. For now.”
You gaped at her, not moving.
“Come here” she repeated. “Don’t make me say it again.”
Everything in you was screaming to go to her and accept her offer but – you simply couldn’t. You didn’t want to take advantage of her.
“I cannot, Headmistress” you squeaked, turning so that you didn’t have to watch her. “I appreciate your generosity but I cannot accept.”
“Listen,” she said, with a vulnerable, distressed voice, “I realize this is distasteful to you. If I could call anyone of your choice to be here and help you I would. But you are… you are imprinted on me – I’m the only one who can ease your pain right now. And as disgusting as that must be for you, I’d rather you endured a moment of revulsion rather than potential permanent damages to your internal organs.”
You turned at once, shocked.
“That is not why I don’t want- why I cannot accept your help! I-”
You paused, torn between the desire to let her know that she could never be disgusting to anyone and the fear of losing her trust if you told her the truth. In the end, the pull towards honesty prevailed.
“To tell you the truth, it’s quite the opposite. Please,” you begged, “don’t think too badly of me. I swear this was all an accident. But I have… I have desired you, I have loved you, for years now.”
You took a deep breath, not brave enough to look at her face and see her reaction.
“So you see why I can’t accept. I would be taking advantage of you.”
You couldn’t see her face, but you felt for an instant a turmoil of emotions coming from her.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes” you whispered, eyes on the floor.
“Are you sure this is not the demons’ talking? Their influence is mighty, they could even-”
“I know my mind, Headmistress. This is all me. And it’s also the reason I didn’t feel anything at the beginning. I-” you knew you were blushing again. “I already had feelings for you. So I didn’t feel anything different.”
You felt her presence only when she was less than a step from you.
“If that’s the case, let me worry about taking or not taking advantage” she murmured, gently grabbing your chin with her right hand and tilting your head. “I won’t have you suffer because of irrational qualms.”
And she placed her lips upon yours, kissing you lightly. You felt a powerful pull inside your chest and, unable to resist, your pulled her flush against you, opening your mouth and forcing your tongue into hers. She let you taste her, and you wondered if she would have let you do more if you hadn’t managed to pull away with an herculean effort.
“I’m sorry” you breathed out. She took one of your hands in hers. It wasn’t shaking anymore.
“Good” she murmured, and you could feel relief in her voice.
Your heart dropped. Of course – for a second you had forgotten. She had only kissed you to help you with the possession, to keep you sane and healthy.
“I must go, now” she said, letting go of your hand. “Please call if you’re in pain again.”
You nodded, a lump in your throat.
You stared at the door she had just closed for more than three hours.
The cramps were now so bad that you had difficulties standing up and walking around the room. But you didn’t want to call her. You couldn’t force her to kiss you again.
Maybe- maybe if you went out there, maybe you could find someone else… imprinted or not, sex should distract the three demons, right?
Unable to think straight, shaking, you left the room and walked out.
You were so lucky that the very first person you met was a younger guy who had been trying to impress you from the beginning of the year.
“Hi, Matt” you said, making an effort to smile at him.
“Hey” he answered, his face lighting up.
You walked with him towards the Specialists’ pond, chatting, trying to ignore the tremors and the cramps. He was so happy to see you that he didn’t seem to notice.
“So,” he asked when no one was near, “do you have a boyfriend? I always meant to ask, you know.”
“No” you smiled with some effort. “And you? Do you have a girlfriend?”
“I have been seeing someone” he said carefully. “But it’s nothing serious… and she’s nothing like you. I… I’m so flattered that today you called me and decided to walk with me…”
You were under a tree, right next to the gate. Matt pushed you gently against the trunk, excitement shining in his eyes. Before you could say anything he kissed you.
For a moment you felt triumphant – that was exactly what you had wanted. But then you realized how it all felt wrong. It felt… nauseating. You knew you were imprinted on the Headmistress, not to mention you were in love with the woman; but you had had no idea that the demons’ imprinting would have given you such a deep distaste for the touch of another.
You tried to push him away as kindly as you could, but he ignored you.
You pushed him again, and this time he stepped so far from you that you were surprised. You hadn’t used all that strenght-
Then you noticed a very angry Headmistress staring darkly at Matt.
“You will never – never! - touch this girl against her will again” she hissed. “You will apologize for your inexcusable lapse of good manners, and you will get out of my sight!”
“But it wasn’t against her will-”
“I distinctly saw her trying to push you away.”
Matt lowered his head. “I am sorry, Headmistress.”
“Don’t apologize to me! Apologize to her!” miss Dowling said.
“Sorry” he murmured before running away.
The Headmistress looked at you and for a split second you felt the impulse to step back, away from her. You had never seen her so angry. She grabbed your wrists and teleported the two of you back to the room with the ritual circle.
“I told you not to leave this room! Don't tell me you didn’t read the part of the book that explains how being possessed by a sex demon, let alone three, makes you even more irresistible than usual? Everyone who crossed you path would desire to make you his or her sexual partner – especially if you were already to their liking!”
“I forgot about that” you said weakly.
“And why didn’t you call me? Did I not tell you to call before the cravings advanced to this stage? Can’t you understand that it could cause magical wound to your internal organs-”
“I don’t care, I won’t force you to touch me again!” you shouted. “I can’t bear the thought that you’re only doing this out of duty! I can’t bear it, Headmistress, it is breaking my heart! I won’t do it. I can't.”
“I thought you were smarter than that” she said as she bent her head and captured your lips in a hot, bruising kiss.
Despite all you had said, the demons’ compulsion drove you to return the kiss, and you sucked her tongue into your mouth, your arms closing around her neck.
“If there’s someone taking advantage of the situation that is me” miss Dowling murmured, forehead against your forehead. “I have wished to kiss you since longer than I can recall.”
“What?” you whispered, astonished.
“I’m the only one who should feel guilty, here. You’re in my care, I should be doing this, like you said, out of duty; I am not in pain like you are… and yet here I am, desiring my assistant when compassion should prevent any other feeling.”
“If what you’re saying is true, Headmistress…”
“Farah” she corrected with a defeated sigh.
“If what you’re saying is true, Farah... you just made me- so happy, I… you have nothing to feel guilty for… Don’t you understand that knowing you don’t hate this is heaven to me?”
“Hate is the last word I’d use” she whispered, stealing a kiss.
“Then… and forgive me if I’m going to far… wouldn’t you consider… going all the way? The book said that a complete intercourse is the only thing that could guarantee that the demons’ stayed peaceful for a few hours…”
She closed her eyes. “I shouldn’t” she said, tormented. “You’re my assistant, you-”
“I am asking you. Please,” you insisted, “Farah. If you desire it as I do… please.”
“You understand that if we do this it’s only allowed because of the demons’ possession?”
“Yes, alright” you answered, your voice needy, urgent, as you gave her another small kiss.
Her hands had never left your waist.
“And you do understand that after the possession is over we would have to wait until the school year is finished and you’re not my assistant anymore – that is, supposing you’ll still want to… see me.”
“I’m not happy with that” you said, a trembling finger tracing her jaw. “And it’s funny you think I might not want to see you again after I graduate. But if that’s what you want I will respect it.”
She finally opened her eyes and stared at you.
“There’s one more thing” she said. “If you want to see me again after all this is done you will never kiss that boy – any boy – again, do you hear me?”
“And what about girls?” you smirked.
“Don’t play with me” she growled, pushing you down and moving over you.
You arched your back to have her body even closer. She vanished your clothes in a flash of her eyes and started licking your breasts, her right hand already deep in you, her skilled fingers already teasing you.
You were ignited beyond reason. “So wet for me…” she murmured, slipping a second finger inside you. You had never been more aroused in your entire life.
“Please, Farah, harder…” you whimpered, and she complied, touching you harder, faster, until you screamed as you came, calling her name.
She then vanished her clothes as well and she intertwined her legs with your so that your hot cores were one against the other. You moaned upon seeing her perfect, heavy breasts, lifting your head to pluck at her nipples with your lips and teeth.
She started moving against you, taking your face in her hands and pulling you away from her chest. “Say it” she panted. “No others.”
You couldn’t answer, because you body was already on the verge of another orgasm; and Farah realized it, so she didn’t insist, simply synchronizing her thrust with your breaths, and then pleading in a whisper: “Come with me.”
“Yes” you said, and next second you did, your screams of pleasure mixing with hers.
You held her when she fell next to you, breathless.
“No… others… “ she managed to say between panting breaths.
“I love that you’re a bit possessive” you replied, smiling, and grazed with your teeth the pulse on her neck. “But can I ask the same in return?”
She tangled her fingers in your hair and pulled you up to face her. “I have not desired another man or woman since I first met you” she said, serious.
You kissed her, moved beyond words. “Same goes for me” you managed to whisper in a teary voice when she broke the kiss. She hugged you tighter, resting her head on your chest, and you stayed there for a while, holding her and caressing her back. Then you murmured: “How long did you say the possession was going to last?”
“I’m not sure, but a day or two. Surely until tomorrow morning, I think.”
“Would it be preposterous of me to ask that you cancel the rest of your lessons for the day and bring me to your bed? If after tomorrow morning I won’t be allowed to touch you until the end of the year I want to make the most out of what little time I’m given.”
She supported herself on her elbow and looked down at you, smiling.
“Maybe a bit preposterous” she answered. “But it doesn’t mean that I don’t agree.”
She leaned down and parted your lips with an open kiss, feeling like the real demons’ that you had summoned had freed her of the imaginary ones that used to tear apart her heart whenever she thought that she could never have you.