Friend Zone - Chapter 13
I was released a short time later from Nurse Nightingale’s care. Like she promised, she just had to finish the paperwork. She also advised me to find a way to hide my demon mark, specifically. When I asked her what she meant, she said that every demon has contingency plans for their mark being accidentally exposed.
“I keep my mark on my chest. Even if someone notices it, they will never look hard enough to realize it’s anything more than a tattoo. I use people’s modesty to hide myself. Other demons cover themselves with tattoos. If your demon mark is just one of a dozen tattoos, it’s easy to overlook.”
“Is that why so many cultists are covered in tattoos?”
“Some people use makeup, others use a layer of fake skin or a bandage. It really depends on where your mark resides. For your arm, I might recommend sleeve armor. It’s a common item for knights to wear, and it will cover up your mark completely.”
That was the last bit of advice she gave me before she kicked me out of her infirmary. I touched my arm, thinking about everything she told me. Since knights weren’t always allowed to wear their full armor when protecting their mages, they sometimes had to resort to less conspicuous ways to protect themselves. One such method was the armored cloth. Sleeve armor was just a layer of armored cloth in the shape of a long sleeve. There was also leg armor. They were just designed to add a layer of cut protection to arms and legs without affecting mobility.
When I left the building, there was no one there waiting for me. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. Why would Denise put herself out to come visit me? Of course, if the situation were reversed, if I didn’t come with flowers and a concerned look, she would call me a horrible friend, but I had long since come to terms with the fact that. It was the same for all of those other girls in class who had seen me harmed. They’d say I was a good friend as long as I was making them feel better and stroking their egos, but as soon as I was the one in trouble, they scattered and did their own thing. This was the life of being in the friend zone.
“Are you okay?” I nearly fell on my face when I heard the words.
I spun around to see a girl standing there. This orange-eared fox was the last person I was expecting to see. Sophia had a modest height, but a toned body from her time as a knight. Her most notable features were her orange hair, which was about shoulder length, and her golden fox eyes, which also came off as just a vit devious. She had a heart-shaped face with high arched eyebrows and a nose that was slightly upturned.
Despite that, she tended to dress like a tomboy, wearing a loose-fitting beige tunic and baggy green cargo shorts like she was intentionally trying to hide her body. She was wearing knee-high boots, which were quite common for her, and her tail was hidden behind her legs, hanging like a wilted leaf from just below her waistband. Her appearance didn’t surprise me, but her presence did.
“What are you doing here?” I asked suspiciously.
“You were hurt.” She responded. “Denise wanted me to check on you.”
I gave her an incredulous look. I wanted to feel excited by her words, but I knew it wasn’t true. I knew my place in the friendzone. Denise would never waste her time even asking someone else to check up on me. My value to her was equal to whatever I could provide her. If I wasn’t in a state to give her anything, then she’d come back when I was.
That’s when a thought struck me. I seemed to recall that while Denise only saw me as a friend, Sophia’s feelings for me had inexplicably risen. If I recall, she even had a number as high as six. On top of that, she was a virgin, and the book’s power, the Defloweration of Unity, came to mind. It was only the afternoon on a Saturday. So, I was in no rush to get anything else done. I dark smile formed on my lips as I made my decision.
“Are you sure it was Denise? I think some filthy slut misses my cock already.”
Her eyes widened, and there was a flash of anger. “You dare!”
“I didn’t see you working very hard at the trials earlier. No wonder you’re so fat. You even wear baggy clothes so people can’t tell.”
“Go to hell!” She turned away, but I grabbed her wrist, stopping her. “Wh-what are you doing?”
“I’m magnanimous, so I’m going to give you a proper workout. Come with me.” I immediately started walking.
To my surprise, rather than pull away, she let me lead her. She had a sour look on her face, but she didn’t resist at all. I’d be lying if I said my heart wasn’t beating excitedly. After already getting to play with Amelia, I was no longer the virgin I used to be. Yet, this would be my second time with a woman, and it was Sophia of all women. She had been the bane of my existence. I hated her for so long. I was brimming with excitement over the thoughts about what I was going to do to her now. After my nap in the infirmary, I was feeling especially energetic. I couldn’t wait to get back to my dorm room and let loose.
I didn’t say a word the entire walk to my dorm, and neither did she. I didn’t know what she was thinking, but my thoughts were full of all the dirty things I wanted to make her do. When we finally got to the hallway to my dorm, the silence was deafening. Most people went home on the weekends, and those who didn’t were either busy working out or studying. I could feel her eyes on me, and I could sense the tension in the air.
When we got to my dorm, I opened the door and pulled her in without a word. After a moment of thought, I put a sock on the doorknob. This was supposed to be the signal to my roommate that the room was busy. He had forgotten to put it on when I caught Anita this morning, which is why I knew he probably hadn’t planned to bang her. However, he had used the sock countless times, and this time, it was my turn. Thankfully, he was usually gone this time of day, so the dorm room was mine to use.
Sophia stumbled inside as I locked the door behind me. I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I never would have had this confidence before, but now I was unstoppable. We ended up staring at each other for a few moments.
She was the one who finally broke the silence. “Why did you bring me to your dorm? I thought we were going to work out.”
“Don’t be dumb,” I said with a dark grin. “I think we both know what’s going to happen.”
She tried to look defiant, but I could see the flicker of fear in her eyes. However, if she didn’t want this, she didn’t have to come.
“Strip,” I ordered her. “Now.”
She hesitated, her fingers trembling as they went to the hem of her tunic. She looked like she was about to cry.
“Don’t make me repeat myself,” I warned.
She finally complied, slowly pulling the tunic over her head. Underneath, she was wearing a simple white undershirt that hugged her curves. I could see the gentle swell of her breasts, the softness of her stomach. She was definitely chubby, but only in the right places. She also fit in many places. I could see the muscles in her arms and shoulders, the definition in her legs as she stepped out of her shorts. She was standing in front of me in just her underwear, her tail twitching nervously.
I walked over to her, my eyes roaming over her body. I could see the insecurity in her posture, the way she tried to cover herself with her hands. I had to admit, she was right. She wasn’t the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, but there was a raw, untamed beauty to her that I found incredibly appealing.
“Turn around,” I commanded.
“Wh-why are you doing this?” She asked nervously.
“Why are you letting me?” I responded, smirking, grabbing her and spinning her around.
I looked her body over. The tension in her shoulders, the way her muscles were clenched, she actually had a rather nice body if she had a bit more confidence to show it. I reached out and touched her, my fingers tracing the line of her spine. She flinched at my touch, but she didn’t pull away.
“You have a beautiful body,” I said, my voice a low whisper.
She let out a soft sob, her body trembling. “No, I don’t. I’m fat.”
“Yes, you are.” I agreed, my hand moving down to her ass, squeezing it. “And I love it.”
I could feel her relax slightly, her body leaning into my touch. I could see the goosebumps on her skin, the way her breath hitched in her throat. I was enjoying this, the power I had over her. I was in control, and she was at my mercy.
“On the bed,” I commanded.
She crawled onto the bed, her movements clumsy and awkward. I followed her, my hands on her hips, guiding her into position. She was on her hands and knees, her ass in the air, her head buried in the pillow. I could see the wet spot on her panties, the way her folds were already puffy with arousal. She wanted this, as much as she hated to admit it.
I grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, exposing her to me. She was already dripping, her pink folds glistening in the dim light of the room. I could smell her arousal, a sweet, musky scent that made my mouth water.
I ran my finger along her slit, collecting her juices on my fingertip. She moaned into the pillow, her body shuddering with pleasure. I brought my finger to my lips, tasting her. She was sweet, like honey and roses.
“You’re so wet,” I said, my voice a low growl. “You want this, don’t you?”
She didn’t answer, but I could feel her body trembling with anticipation. I knew she was aching for me, her body begging for release. I was going to make her wait, make her beg for it. I was going to enjoy every moment of this.
I took my cock out, the tip already glistening with precum. I was rock hard, my aching to be inside her. I positioned myself behind her, my cock resting against her entrance. I could feel the heat radiating from her core, the way her muscles clenched in anticipation.
“Beg for it,” I ordered her.
She hesitated for a moment, then finally, she spoke, her voice muffled by the pillow. “Please…”
“Please, what?” I asked, my voice a low rumble.
“Please… fuck me.” She whispered, her voice filled with a mix of shame and desperation.
That was all the encouragement I needed. I thrust into her in one smooth motion, burying myself to the hilt. She cried out, a mixture of pain and pleasure in her voice. I could feel her walls clenching around me, her body adjusting to my size. She was tight, so tight it was almost painful.
I started to move, my hips pistoning in and out of her. I set a punishing pace, my balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. She was moaning now, her cries growing louder and more desperate. I could feel her body trembling, her muscles tensing as she approached her climax.
“Who’s my little slut?” I asked, my voice a low growl.
“I am!” She cried out, her voice raw with emotion. “I’m your little slut!”
I could feel her walls clamping down on me, her body convulsing as she came. Her cries echoed in the small room, a symphony of pleasure and pain. I kept fucking her, my pace relentless, my own release building inside me.
The words of my grimoire echoed in my mind, the ancient script promising more than just physical release. This was a key, a magical one. Defloweration of Unity. The power to bind a virgin to me, body and soul. Sophia, despite her bravado and knight’s training, had been untouched. Now that I had taken her virginity, the magic was igniting. The power Andromeda’s book gave me had ignited. It wasn’t like with Amelia. Back then, I had barely sensed the magic.
However, after activating once, the magic seemed to be growing stronger. Another virgin sacrifice had arrived, and the grimoire eagerly consumed it. I could feel my tattoo pulsing, but it wasn’t painful. Rather, it was excited. I could feel a change as I continued to thrust into her. It wasn’t just physical anymore. I could feel her essence, her very being, opening up to me. It was like I was drinking her in, consuming her soul. I could feel her emotions, her fears, her desires, all laid bare before me. There was a deep-seated insecurity, a desperate need for validation. But beneath it all, there was a fierce loyalty, a strength that she kept hidden from the world. And now, it was all mine. I leaned down, my lips brushing against her ear.
“You’re mine,” I whispered, my voice filled with a dark power. “All mine.”
Her body arched, a silent scream tearing from her throat as another orgasm ripped through her. This one was different, more intense. It was a release of not just her body, but her soul. I could feel her giving herself to me, completely and utterly. I let myself go, my own release washing over me in a wave of pure ecstasy. I came hard, my cock pulsing inside her, filling her with my seed. The world around me seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of us, locked in a moment of pure, unadulterated passion.
I collapsed on top of her, my body spent. We lay there for a few moments, our bodies intertwined, our breaths mingling in the air. I could feel her heart beating against my chest, a steady rhythm that matched my own.
Slowly, I pulled out of her, a soft groan escaping her lips. I rolled off of her back, lying on my side next to her. She was still on her stomach, her face hidden in the pillow, but I could see the tear tracks on her cheeks, the way her body still trembled with the aftershocks of our union. I had failed to land Sophia before, but now she was mine.
I reached out and gently brushed the hair away from her face. She flinched at my touch, but she didn’t pull away.
“Look at me,” I said softly.
She slowly turned her head, her eyes red and puffy from crying. There was a vulnerability in her gaze that I had never seen before. It was a stark contrast to the confident, arrogant knight she pretended to be.
“You were amazing,” I said, my voice filled with genuine admiration.
A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips.
“You were… okay.” She said, her voice barely a whisper.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Just okay?”
“Maybe a little better than okay.” She admitted, her cheeks flushing a delicate shade of pink. “But don’t let it go to your head.”
“I won’t,” I promised, my fingers tracing the curve of her hip. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
Her eyes widened, a flicker of fear and excitement in their golden depths. “What do you mean?”
I leaned in, my lips hovering just above hers. “I want… everything. I want your soul.”
Her body shook. “I-I don’t understand.”
“I think you do,” I told her. “You’re not an idiot. Give yourself to me. Give yourself… to my master!”
I wasn’t planning on saying those words, but as the mark pulsed, I didn’t seem to be able to stop them. It was only when I could see the reflection in her eyes that I realized my own eyes had turned completely red. I was shocked inside, my on the outside, my face was stone, almost like it belonged to someone else. I expected Sophia to leave. I expected her to run away screaming. Instead, she slowly nodded.
“Okay.”
That was it. Such a simple word. Yet, I felt an explosion in my mind. My lips pressed against hers forcefully. This wasn’t a kiss of passion or romance. This was the kiss of conquest. I got on top of her, her legs spread before me, her pussy, red and puffy from our previous use, waiting to be violated again. She stared up at me helplessly, her cheeks flushed, a look I had never seen in a woman’s eyes before, and least when they were directed at me. Was it love? Affection? Or was it merely a need?
That’s when my grimoire appeared next to us. It was glowing, the pages flipping rapidly as if it was excited. I could feel Andromeda’s presence, a dark, powerful force that was now a part of me. I could hear her encouragement without words, a sound that was both terrifying and exhilarating. This was what she wanted. This was the deal I had made. In exchange for power, I had to give her souls. Sophia was just the first. There would be others. I knew it with a certainty that chilled me to the bone. A pen appeared, and it put it into Sophia’s hand. I then put her hand on the grimoire. It stopped on a page just as the pen touched the page.
“Sign it,” I told her, thrusting my dick into her.
“Ahhhhn!” She moaned.
“Sign it!” I spoke louder, my hips beginning to pound into her.
“Haaaghn… please…” Her hand trembled.
“SIGN IT!” I slammed my dick deep into her.
Her hand moved as if it were possessed, signing her name into the grimoire in a neat, perfect font that should have been impossible with that hand in that position. As soon as she finished the last letter, the pen disappeared, and the book followed behind it. Her hands grasped onto the bed instead.
Then, the real pleasure began. I could feel her essence, her soul, flowing into me. It wasn’t just her emotions anymore. It was her memories, her thoughts, her very being. I could see her childhood, a lonely girl with no friends, desperate for someone to notice her. I could see her training, the grueling hours of practice, the sweat and tears she shed to become a knight. I could see her insecurity, her fear of never being good enough, her desperate need for validation. And I could see her desire, her longing for someone to see past the tough exterior, to see the vulnerable woman hiding underneath. It was all laid bare before me, a tapestry of her life, and I was the one who got to unravel it.
Her body arched again, a scream tearing from her throat as a climax more powerful than any before ripped through her. It wasn’t just her body that was convulsing; it was her soul. I could feel her giving herself to me, not just in body, but in mind and spirit. She was truly mine now, a vessel for my pleasure, a slave to my will.
The mark on my arm burned, a searing heat that spread through my entire body. I could feel Andromeda’s presence, a dark, intoxicating power that was now a part of me. I could feel her satisfaction, her approval of my offering. Sophia was just the first, a stepping stone on my path to ultimate power. I could feel Andromeda’s promise, a guarantee of more to come. More women, more souls, more power.
My own release was imminent, a tidal wave of ecstasy that threatened to consume me. I could feel the magic building, a dark energy that pulsed through my veins, my entire being focused on the woman beneath me. I slammed into her one last time, my cock pulsing as I filled her with my seed. A symbol formed on her pelvis, a smaller version of the horn currently on my arm.
It was done. Sophia had become my first disciple.