Once Kate had recovered from her anal orgasm she went right back to trying to get me to fuck her vaginally, thinking that she was actually in love with me due to her backfired love potion. I told her that I was totally cummed out, which was true. She wanted to stay and cuddle but I told her I had to go grocery shopping, not to mention grab some more weed.
I showered and went to Monday's place.
"Hey hey, Tommy!" Monday held the door open for me to enter. As I walked in I smelled pot, Monday's B.O., and...
"Hepzibah?" I looked over at the couch, and sure enough, there was the harpy in her thin, gaunt human disguise, perched on the cushions like a bird. She must have showered as well, as her stank wasn't overpowering, but it was still noticeable.
"Tommee!" she cackled and held out a half-done doob.
I waved it off...no way was I taking the chance of catching whatever nastiness she might have. Speaking of which, Monday was looking kinda pale. "You okay, buddy?" I asked.
"Sure, Tommy! Never better." He plopped himself down next to Hepzibah as she toked, and then they pressed their lips together. She was blowing the smoke into his mouth as they kissed. I tried not to retch.
After some small talk, I bought a bag of kush and left.
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When I got back home, Demie was there. I wanted to talk about what we had done with her new friend Dianna but after we vaped some of the new weed, she just wanted to jump my bones. I didn't complain...she even morphed into Dianna midway through the sex, which was kinda weird because the blonde was a lesbian. Still, she was pretty hot for an older chick...nice tight pussy, too.
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After Demie left during the night, Kate came back out of her lab in the closet. I was really tired from the succubus sex, but I sat the witch down for a talk.
"I almost killed you the first time I fucked you, Kate," I explained, wincing from the memory of taking her from behind as her collapsing magic portal cut her in half. "Plus, this love you're feeling? It's only from your potion."
She took my hand. "Is it so difficult to think that you're worthy of love, Tom?"
I thought about it for a moment. My whole life had turned into this weird gothic nightmare when I had set a homeless person on fire as a sacrifice to summon Demie from Hell! She had then straight up murdered people, one of them right in front of me, and I didn't do a damn thing about it! I wasn't a good person.
"Yeah," I responded, "I'm a piece of shit! You know that what you're feeling isn't real...you KNOW this, Kate."
I could see the truth behind her eyes. She knew, but...
"I don't care," she revealed, "I already kind of liked you before. I think this would have happened anyway...maybe not as strong, but it is what it is, right?"
I sighed. Kate tried playing with my cock but Demie had drained a lot of energy from me during our earlier fuck. I fell asleep and never got any harder than a half-chub.
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I actually slept through most of Sunday. My sleep schedule was out of whack so I showered, played some video games until morning, and then went into work.
The receptionist handed me a greeting card and pen as I came into the office.
"With deepest sympathy for your loss...who's Dalton?" I asked her.
"Carrie's husband. She passed away a few days ago...heart attack," she replied sadly.
I felt like the ground was suddenly whisked out from under my feet, like a magician's tablecloth, except a really bad magician, as I promptly fell on my ass.
"Ow! Fuck..." It was a stone tiled floor.
The receptionist quickly ran around her desk and helped me up. "Oh my God! Are you okay?"
"I...yeah..."
