“There’s no such thing as magic,” I repeat like a mantra. “Bedtime stories.”
I look to the door, knowing the group is listening and watching closely, waiting for the light to go out. I could leave, but what would that say about my character?
No. I must lead by example and do what I’d vowed to do.
I quickly flick off the light and force my gaze to observe the dim reflection. Light leaking in from under the door lends an eerie glow to my large, shadowy silhouette.
“Milkmaid.”
My cock twitches and my heart skips beats. Every nerve comes to life under my skin. I’m only a third into the invocation, but my curiosity is suppressing the anxiety that had built up from earlier when I’d been psyching myself out. It’s only a word.
“Milkmaid.”
I know the witch isn’t real, but I almost wish she were. I apparently have a fear kink. My cock is enjoying the thrill. It is now so hard it’s tenting my toga costume.Fuck.I might have to rub one out before leaving the bathroom if it doesn’t go down on its own.
Grasping the aching member through the cloth, I sigh. I knew I should have stayed home.
“Milkmaid.”
Nothing.
Silence.
Darkness.
“Hello?” I search the dim reflection one more time then chuckle. How fucking ridiculous. I couldn’t believe I fell for their bullshit story. I bet the kids were cracking up at my expense, thinking“I can’t believe he went in there.”
Whether I believe the legend or not, it doesn’t matter. I’m a professor, not a fraternity member. I’m older, wiser, andshouldknow better. But here I am, trapped in a frat-house bathroom with a raging hard on.
I reach under my toga and grip my engorged shaft, then use my free hand to turn on the sink faucet to hide the sound of my fapping. I stroke the hard length. My pace reflects the painful urgency I feel as my balls grow heavy and ache. I glare into the dark reflection.
As the moments stretch on, an ethereal visage blurs into sight. I inhale sharply and my adrenaline spikes. Though the image is a little fuzzy, I can see her on a bed, naked and beautiful, her pale exotic features and pearlescent coloring on full display for me. I watch the snowy moon goddess opposite of me finger herself as I work my dick. I’m entranced with her, but my vision is straining hard to keep the image in place.
Just a blink, and the reflection suddenly clears into a dimly glowing smear of nothing.
I follow the beam of wayward light emanating from under the door as it bends through the running water, bounces off the shiny metal faucet, and meets the mirror exactly where I had seen the goddess. I feel foolish. My eyes were playing tricks on me, and I was about to masturbate to it.
There are no such things as sexy apes or milk witches or naked moon goddesses. But fuck, my imagination had never beenthatgood before.
“If you’re real, just know you’re a fucking cock tease.”
Suddenly, the mirror cracks, splintering and spiderwebbing and distorting my dark silhouette.
CHAPTER FOUR
ASTERIOS
The hairs on the back of my neck stand as the distinct scent of cum fills the air. The sink sputters before spraying out all over me.
Thick, viscous fluid coats my hands, chest and face. What splashes into my slacked jaw tastes warm and salty.
“Motherfucker!”
Horrified, I scramble away from the spurting sink that continues to rain on me like a fucking fountain. I lunge for the door, but my hooves slip in the slick supernatural semen. I bellow in alarm as I go airborne, arms flailing, then land on my back.
Hard.
I grunt in misery. With the wind knocked out of my lungs, I’m like an overturned turtle. I can’t move in any meaningful way no matter how hard I try. Pain and pressure weigh heavy on my chest. My head throbs.
