Hope thought the morning was unusually bright.

The beams of sunlight shining through her window seemed like a beautiful envoy or harbinger of a great day to come. She didn't remember every seeing such a beautiful morning.

Then all thought fled her mind and she surrendered to a loss of control she had become very familiar with over the past night.

The shafts of sunlight she had just been so entranced with struck through her room, and seemed almost to point directly at her. The light left the pattern of the window it passed through directly on Kyle's back.

Kyle himself did not notice this, as he was not generally disposed at the moment to enjoy the sunshine. Instead, his face was buried in between Hope Mikaelson's thighs, and his lips and tongue worked away methodically at the girl's lightly hairy, hot and wet pussy, making sure to probe deep into the folds of her lips with his tongue. She really liked that.

It was of vital importance to Kyle that she feel as much pleasure as possible, because the instant she stopped it would start the clock again on the pleasure and pain spell Hope had cast on him.

The young girl had barely let him sleep an hour at a time throughout the night. Every time he had managed to nod off, he would wake up drenched in sweat as a wave of heat passed over him. Almost every time that happened, he would look over and see Hope staring at him, beautiful face and naked body expectant, knowing he had mere moments to 'get to work' before the true pain of the spell began.

Sometimes she would not be awake when the spell would start acting on him. Then, he was forced to start on her before she was fully woken. The upside of this was that Hope really, really enjoyed being woken up that way, so it was easier to bring her to completion, thus buying himself perhaps another hour of rest.

Right now, though, Hope would just. not. finish!

My God, he thought, I'm doing everything I can. She has to be close!

Just as he began to feel like his jaw was going to fall off, Hope's soft coos and moans became sharper and more insistent.

Yes! Thought Kyle, tongue still relentlessly working away. This is it!

Hope arched her back and grabbed a fistful of Kyle's hair. She had done this several times during the night, and Kyle was sure each time that she was going to tear his scalp off. Her strength was truly incredible.

"FUCKING! SHIT! KYLE! SHIT!" Hope screamed out, her grip on his hair tightening with each word.

At least she wasn't crushing his head with her thighs this time. There was so much heat coming off the girl's crotch that his face felt like it was in a blast furnace when she closed her thighs on him.

A series of harsh, guttural cries sounded like they were being ripped from Hope's lungs. Kyle braced himself for what was coming. Sure enough, the lower half of his face was drenched in a violent geyser of Hope's hot pussy juices as she orgasmed hard and her body jerked and shuddered uncontrollably.

The life seemed to go out of her at that point and she collapsed. Kyle slid his hands underneath her butt cheeks and gently lowered her to the bed. He wasn't sure why he did that for her, but he somehow felt he shouldn't just let her collapse unceremoniously hard onto the mattress.

Hope was laying spread-eagle before him, body writhing, soft heavy tits quivering, and one forearm thrown over her eyes. By the expression on her face she almost looked like she was in pain, but then he saw her mouth slowly stretch into that familiar smile. A low, throaty giggle bubbled out of her.

"Ohhhhhhh, Kyyyyyle…" she moaned in a sing-song voice. Then she moved her forearm, and she was looking at him.

"That. Was. AMAZING." She said. Kyle just sat there and didn't say anything, her juices dripping off the lower half of his face. Hope's eyes narrowed on him.

"Oh, come on Kyle! I'm giving you a compliment! Smile, would you?" Hope sat up on her elbows, hefty tits seeming to only partially respond to gravity.

"You're a natural!" She continued. "You're way better than Lan—" Hope cut herself off.

She shook her head. "Anyway, look at what time it is. We've got classes today. You should get out of here so I can have some privacy. I don't want you watching me like a perv while I shower and get dressed."

Kyle couldn't believe what Hope was saying. He spluttered in amazement. "What?! Privacy?! Perv? You can't be…"

But Hope wasn't listening. She laid back on the bed, then placed her foot up on Kyle's shoulder. With a slight flex of her powerful leg muscles she pushed him off the bed. Kyle went flying backwards and ended up sprawled on the floor.

"Go on," she said, sounding bored, "the door's unlocked." She reached over and grabbed her phone, then started looking at it.

Kyle, his jaw aching and throbbing, picked up his jacket and put his shoes on, warily watching Hope as he did so.

"So…" he started, "…the spell? Is over?" He was dreading what her answer might be.

Her head whipped around? "Huh?! Or, right. Yeah the spell is inactive for now." She was smiling that smile he didn't like.

"When I'm ready for you, you'll feel it. Just plan on being back here tonight, though."

Kyle's mouth was hanging open. Dammit! He thought.

Clearly there was no reasoning with her. He would have to think of another way out. He turned and put his hand on the doorknob. Before he could go out the door, Hope called to him.

"Oh, wait!"

Kyle turned to her. She grabbed something from her nightstand and threw it over to him. He caught it and brought it up to his face to examine it.

It was a bottle of Aloe Vera.

"I think that will be helpful!" She said, bursting out in giggles as Kyle clenched his teeth and walked out the door.

Out in the hallway, Kyle breathed a sigh of relief to be away from Hope and her insatiable desire. He still didn't know what he was going to do, but he was determined to not spend another night in that room with her.

He started walking, when he heard a voice from behind him.

"You been eatin' pussy, boy!" Said the voice.

Kyle spun around, startled first by the voice, and then by the accuracy of the voice.

He saw an old man in a gray janitor uniform rolling a large garbage drum down the hall, clearly changing all the public garbage cans. The man was black, and looked to be about 70 as far as Kyle could tell. He was rail thin, and the top of his head was bald. What remained of his white afro ringed around his head in a bright contrast to his dark brown skin. He also had a puffy white mustache and beard trimmed into a goatee.

"Um, excuse me?" Blurted Kyle, not really knowing what to say.

But the janitor didn't falter. "You heard me, boy! I said you been eatin' pussy!" Then the old man's head snapped back and a sharp peal of cackling laughter burst from him.

Kyle's face flushed and he knew he was blushing. He was embarrassed, but he was also angry. Who the hell did this guy think he was?!

"You don't know what you're talking about!" Kyle said, defensively.

The janitor laughed again. "You can fool some people, but I tell you what you can't fool ol' Jasper! That's for damn sure, boy!" More cackles as the man pushed his garbage drum.

Kyle exploded in fury. "I don't have to listing to this!" He yelled, then turned and began stomping down the hallway away from Jasper.

But the old janitor's derisive laughter seemed to follow and stick to him, so he couldn't get away.

"You been eatin' that pussy, boy! Eatin' that BOX LUNCH! How was that Egg McMuff?!" The old man screamed after him in between his hysterical bursts of laughter. Kyle sped up to escape.

"EATING…!"

Kyle again picked his pace.

"PUSSY…!"

Kyle broke out into a run.

"BOYEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Kyle kept running, but somehow the old man's mocking words and laughter kept up with him all the way back to his room.