Kyle didn't move. Not an inch. He just stood there and stared at the beautiful girl lying naked in the moonlight on her bed, waiting for him to come over and…service her.

Then Kyle swallowed. He wasn't feeling pain yet. Had she lied about that? She had lied to get him here. Maybe she lied about that!

As if to prove him wrong, another wave of heat washed over him, this one causing him to break out in a sweat.

Hope smiled and watched him from under half-lidded eyes.

"In just a little bit, the real pain is going to kick in. I'd get started before that, or you won't be able to concentrate on me."

The heatwave came again, and this time it was almost unbearable. Kyle pressed himself against the invisible wall Hope had erected.

"I-I don't care! I'm not doing it!" he gasped. Now the heat was turning into something else, like his skin was raw.

Hope actually giggled. "Oooohh, tough guy!" She cooed. "Alright, have it your way. I'll just be over here waiting. When you're ready to make the pain go away you can just come over and…well…start in on me." She giggled out the last bit.

Then she moved back further onto her bed, reached over to her nightstand and grabbed her phone, which she proceeded to play with, not looking at Kyle at all.

Kyle sunk down to the ground, gritting his teeth against the pain. First it was heat, then his skin felt like it was rubbed raw, and now the pain felt like it was in his muscles. It was omnipresent, and moving deeper into his body.

He could hear the sounds of some game Hope was playing on her phone. She cried out in mock anger at the game. "No way! Hey Kyle, this game cheats!"

But Kyle could barely pay attention now. His whole world was becoming pain. He was trying to hold back a scream because he didn't want to give her the satisfaction, but finally it became too much. He started screaming in pain and screaming for help.

"SOMEBODY HELP ME, PLEEASE! HELP!"

Hope, still not looking at him, waved her hand in his direction. "Hey, do you mind? I'm trying to win this game!"

Kyle curled up in fetal position and kept screaming. Hope continued.

"Also, I have sound wards around this entire room. No one can hear a damn thing from outside of here, so don't expect a rescue!"

Hope put her phone down and scooted her naked body to the end of the bed. She looked down at him with what almost seemed to be genuine pity.

"Are you ready for the pain to stop?"

Before he could stop himself he cried out "YES!"

"So if I make it stop, you're going to help me out, too, right?"

"YES, YESSSSS!" He screamed immediately.

Hope snapped her fingers, and the pain vanished in an instant. Kyle could actually think again, but the memory of the pain didn't recede as quickly.

Kyle watched as Hope stood up and stepped closer, her voluptuous form standing over him. She kneeled down and grabbed his hands, pulling him to his feet

"Come on." She said seductively, pulling him back toward her bed. At least, Kyle thought she meant for it to be seductive. He was way too freaked out for that. He eyed the door, even as he took a step forward.

She saw him look at the door, and she laughed. "Really? You still want to try to get away?"

Kyle flinched and waited for some form of punishment, but none came.

Instead, she waved her hand. "Ok, the barrier is gone." Kyle also heard the door unlock. "Go on! You can leave." But Kyle didn't like the way she was smiling.

"What about the…spell?"

"Oh, that's still there." She said. "You can leave, but in about 5 minutes the pain will start in again, and the only way to relieve it will be to…relieve me."

"And I'm locking the door behind you, so you won't be getting back in here once you go." She wagged a finger at him to indicate 'No'.

Kyle considered his options…which boiled down to exactly one. He had to do what she wanted. He couldn't endure another moment of that pain. He took another step toward her.

"Good choice." She said. Kyle heard the door lock again behind him.

Walking backwards, she reached the end of her bed. Then she gently cradled his face with her hands.

"We understand each other now, right?"

Kyle nodded, and she smiled.

"Now if you do this right, the pain will never come back. I really hope you know what you're doing!" She laughed at this last part.

Kyle was trying to keep the panic from his face. He actually had no idea what he was doing. He had only just barely had a girlfriend for a little while, and they didn't do anything but kiss and hold hands.

The only thing he knew about going down on a girl was what he saw in porn, and he was desperately trying to remember it.

Hope sat down on the edge of her bed and slowly, gracefully, spread apart her thick, smooth thighs. Again, he could see the lightly hair-covered pussy was slick with a wet sheen.

"Well…I'm waaaaiting." She said, looking up at him expectantly.

Kyle felt the first wave of minor heat wash over him again. Hope saw it, too.

"Getting a little hot, Kyle? You know how to fix that."

He kneeled down in front of the naked beauty, then slowly leaned forward in between her open legs. He could swear there was a wave of heat coming off of her, as well. He didn't think it was the spell she put on him.

Unfortunately, Hope had run out of patience. She grabbed the back of his head in an iron grip.

"Jesus Christ! Would you get in there, already?!" And with that she forced his face unceremoniously into her damp pussy. She started gyrating and he could feel the soft hair rubbing over him, as well as the warm pussy juices she was smearing all over his face.

Kyle's hands came up to her thighs to push himself off of her but he wasn't strong enough to break the girl's grip. Her supernatural werewolf strength was too much for him.

Holy shit! Kyle thought, frantically. He had been right, it wasn't the spell. Intense heat was coming off of her vagina, like putting your face over a pot of boiling, steaming water!

"Mmmmmrph!" He yelled.

"I'm not feeling any pleasure yet!" Hope yelled at him in a sing-song voice. "I'd start doing something else if I were you!"

Kyle could feel the beginnings of the raw skin stage of pain, and he was desperate to stop the cycle from continuing further. He did the only thing he could think of at this point.

He started licking.

Kyle opened his mouth and began furiously licking Hope Mikaelson in between her legs as if his life depended on it…which he suspected it might.

Hope gave an involuntary jolt and a squeal. "YES! Therrrrrrrre we goOOOHH!" Her voice had went up by about two octaves.

Having no idea what he was really doing, he tried to pay attention to her reactions. Anything that made her move or cry out, he kept on doing.

As his tongue slipped inside of her vagina lips and swirled around her clit, Hope just let go of any pretense of control, threw herself back on her bed and let the ecstasy of Kyle's tongue-lashing take over her whole body.

Kyle didn't really know if all this thrashing around was normal or not, but the pain was gone so he guessed he should keep going. Unfortunately though, he reckoned without the consequences of her losing control of her own body. That's when Hope arched her back up and locked her thighs in on his head.

The pressure her thighs put on him was incredible! Kyle felt like his head was in a vise. He was truly afraid that any more pressure might start cracking his bones. He tried to frantically tap her or pull her legs apart, but she ignored him, and he didn't have the strength to break her grip.

Between the increasing pressure and the heat emanating from Hope's sopping wet crotch, Kyle was afraid he was going to pass out. In a panic, he knew there was only one way out.

He had to make her cum…and FAST.

He redoubled his efforts, a full-frontal assault on her clit with tongue and mouth. He licked, sucked, lightly bit, and did whatever he had to do to finish this. At first he thought he had gambled wrong, because the pressure increased even more!

Then, as his consciousness started to fade, he noticed she was no longer crying out, just making low guttural sounds, and her back had arched so far he couldn't even see her face anymore.

That's when a cataclysmic, intense cry of pleasure seemed like it was torn from her, and her entire body quivered and spasmed. Kyle felt her thighs relax, and his face was bathed in a fountain of the girl's hot pussy juices as they gushed out of her and leaked down under her butt.

Hope collapsed then and was just laying there breathing heavily, monstrous tits heaving, hands covering her face while her body writhed like a cat and occasionally twitched and shivered.

Kyle didn't know what to do, so he just watched her. He knew he had been running out of air, but he swore her last cry of pleasure had sounded like 'Jeremy' or something…he supposed it was just gibberish, though.

Finally, she seemed to recover herself and she brushed the hair back out of her face. She exhaled a long breath.

"Wow, Kyle. I wasn't expecting that. I thought I would have to do a lot of training, but you're a natural." She giggled. "Holy shit…I squirted…" She trailed off.

Then she stretched again, yawning and running her hands over her body. She turned to him.

"Ok, you really tired me out. I've gotta get some sleep before round two."

Kyle shook his head. "Round…two? We're not done?!"

She looked at him like he was crazy. "What? No, were not even close to done!"

"B-but, I did what you asked!" He said, knowing it sounded petulant as it came out of his mouth.

She reached over and put a hand on his chest. "Kyle…your job is to eat pussy all night long, sweetie. That's what I brought you here for." She was looking directly into his eyes and caressing his chest.

Kyle was freaking out. "Hope, I can't do that all night long! There's no way!" His jaw was already aching, he knew he couldn't do it.

She smiled and then laughed, still caressing his chest. "Just relax, I don't think I could take that all night long, either…although…" She tilted her head to the side as if she was considering trying it.

Kyle's eyes went wide as she appeared to solemnly weigh the decision. Then she laughed and shook her head. "…no, I'll be nice and give you a break."

Now she had two hands running over his chest and arms. She was following the contours of his body with her eyes, not looking at him. Then she spoke again.

"I'm going to get an hour or so of sleep. The spell won't kick in again for at least that long, I promise. But when you start to feel it, you're going to wake me up…with…" her hands went up to his face…

"…this…"

…then her hand squeezed his mouth so that it puckered out…

"…tongue!"

She made a kissy-face at him. "What that mouth dooooo?" she sang to him, then burst out laughing.

After she calmed down a bit she raised her eyes to look up at him. "I expect many repeat performances tonight. Don't be shy."

With that, Hope yawned and then laid back on the bed, voluptuous body, thick thighs and heavy round breasts displayed in front of him in what Kyle thought must surely be the wet dream of many of the boys in this school.

As Kyle heard her breathing fade into a slow, rhythmic cadence, he finally relaxed. He still had the taste of Hope's hot, tangy pussy in his mouth and the residue of her sticky juices covering his face.

He almost thought he would fare better facing the creature than pleasuring Hope Mikaelson for the rest of the night…