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 Molly realized on the ferry that her outfit might be a bit much for her
parents, so she changed back into what she had been wearing in the
morning-except for the underwear.  When she got home her mom asked to see
what she had bought.  Molly pulled it out, and her mother frowned, "Mom,
I'm going to college soon," Molly chided, hoping to cut off the criticism.

   "Well, OK, but try not to show off too much, even in college there are
guys who will take advantage of you." Her mother relented.

   "Thanks mom." Then Molly remembered why she had given herself to a
stranger, for Eric.  "Hey Mom, in a bit I'm going out to find Eric and hang
out with him, OK?"

   "Oh, you know where he is?  When you find him tell him his mom is
worried about him-make him call home on your phone if you have to."

   "Sure mom," Molly tried to keep her voice light, but the words chilled
her.  Molly really had no idea what to do to prepare to face a demon, but
she tried anyway.  There were protection spells, and spells to push someone
away, and she found some hints of elemental spells, mostly fire and water
(or ice).  After an hour of going from book to book, she realized that she
was in cram mode, and that whatever new spells she tried to learn were
pushing old spells out.  She shrugged, what she had was what she would face
Shebeth with.

   Hoping on her bike, she started towards the beach house.  She didn't
even have to ask if that was where the guys were.  On arrival she saw
Sabrina making out with Tony and Jake.  She was sitting above the ground
somehow, and as Molly got closer she realized how, Sabrina was sitting on
some boy's face, her skirt was over the boy's head, but it was clear what
was happening.  Jake looked up from where he was nibbling Sabrina's nipple
and saw her.

   Suddenly he fixed her with his eyes, and Molly couldn't move.  It wasn't
magic, it was the look in Jake's eyes, something was missing, it wasn't a
soul, it was...love?  Humanity?  The boy she knew had been replaced by a
sexual animal.  She realized that he wasn't wearing pants, and his rampant
cock pointed towards her like a weapon.  He made a frustrated sound, and
turned, rushing into the house.

   The other two broke their kiss and looked at her, smiling an inhuman
smile.  "Come to join us have you?" Sabrina asked.  She raised the bare
breast Jake had been toying with, offering it to Molly.  Tony pointed his
dick at her, and stroked it slowly.  Molly sensed a spell, lust tried to
flow over her, and only the soreness between her legs gave her pause.  Then
she realized the source, her eyes snapped up, seeing Shebeth at the door.
Their eyes locked, but Shebeth looked down first.  "Molly, right?  Come
closer, I will not harm you."

   Molly was shocked, she was almost shaking she was so ready to fight, and
now she was being invited forward.  "Why should I trust you?"

   Shebeth straightened, "On the power of my true name, I state that I will
not harm you until we are done talking and you have had a chance to return
to where you stand." The words came out as ritual, and Molly knew, from
that place where magic came to her, that Shebeth was bound by her words.

   "When you finish talking, I will need to start walking, that is the hole
in your vow, isn't it?" Molly grinned, having seen the trap.

   Shebeth merely shrugged, "I do not wish to trap you, I want you
unspoiled." Molly cautiously came forward, and three boys (not wearing
pants or underwear, but not seeming to care) came out of the house with
chairs and a table.  After setting up a nice conversation area, they
retreated.  "Would you like some soda?  Tea?  Spirits?"

   Molly knew that hospitality spells were a elven thing, but she wasn't
going to risk it.  "No thank you, what did you mean unspoiled?  I am no
longer a virgin." She threw the last out, almost defiantly.

   "Yes, you are a woman now, I can smell it you know.  Still, you are
still you, not some mindless toy like these boys and the two girls too
stupid to flee when their world changed.  They are pregnant now you know,
soon I will have two daughters to help me rule this island.  Still, I am a
daughter of Sappos, and I would have humans love me for my actions, not my
powers.  I would have your love, freely given."

   "I'm not a lesbian," Molly snapped.

   "No, you are not, neither are Judy and Sabrina." Shebeth clapped, and
the two girls came forward, then stripped their shirts and got into a
sixty-nine.  "But love is not just physical, it is spiritual, and I saw
that we could love the moment I saw you.  Imagine, a mage and a suq-Que-bi,
working together as we always were meant to, ruling the cattle and taking
our pleasure as we wished.  Does that not tempt you?"

   Eric came out, he was wearing a shirt and pants, but something in the
way the pants looked told Molly he had lost his undershorts.  She could
also see his erect cock, straining against the fabric of his pants. 
"Molly, we love you, join with us and you can have me any time you want."

   Molly stared at him in horror, "Release him, NOW!" She screamed at
Shebeth, slamming a ward around herself and Eric so powerful that sparks
flew in the air.  Suddenly Eric howled, as though in pain, and he threw
himself into the ward, black spots appeared on his fists and knees as she
slammed into the barrier.

   Heartbroken, Molly dropped the ward as though it had burnt her instead
of Eric.  She fled off the porch.  Running back to where Shebeth had made
her vow, ready to fight, needing to fight, to do something, anything.

   Shebeth spoke some word of magic, and the boys in view froze, all except
for Eric.  She walked slowly towards Molly, Eric following two steps
behind. "I give him to you," Shebeth spoke, and Eric collapsed.  She looked
at Molly's worried face, "Oh, don't worry, he is fine, but my powers tend
to overuse mortals.  He needs rest.  I will return to my home, but think on
this, I gave him to you, I can give you anything or everything you wish.  I
will own this island soon."

   Shebeth walked slowly back to the beach house, and once she was on the
porch, Molly ran to Eric, tugging him upright.  "Uh, Molly?" He asked, "I
just had the weirdest dream-I don't think I should tell you about it
though, might burn your virgin ears." He put an arm over Molly's shoulder
and let her help him away.  Molly didn't correct his statement, she was
just too happy to have him back.

   The bike was less than useless-she couldn't even take it with her.  Then
she remembered that Eric's mom wanted to speak with him.  "Eric, sit for a
second." She pulled her phone out of her purse and called Eric's home
number.  "Hi Mrs.  Mirkins, I'm with Eric, but he got hurt, could you come
pick us up?  No, nothing serious, he just needs to rest I think.  I'm at
the old Beach House, the one Jenny's dad owns.  Yeah, him.  Ok, see you
then." Molly turned back to Eric, she needed something to keep his mom from
asking the wrong questions.  Eric was no help, he was dazed worse than she
had been when she got that concussion at 12.  Wait, that was it, "MARDACK
ILISORA CRAN," Molly wasn't sure where the words came from, but they felt
right, and there was now a dark purple bruise on the side of Eric's head.
It was just an illusion, she didn't want to really hurt him, but it would
fool anyone short of a doctor.

   Ten minutes later Eric's mom drove up-about five minutes sooner than she
could have if she hadn't been speeding.  Molly took it upon herself to
explain.  "I was at the party with him, but I left early.  When I heard you
hadn't seen him, I came looking for him on my bike.  I don't know how he
hit his head, but I don't think he remembers much of what happened the last
two days."

   His mom asked them both, "How did it happen?"

   Eric just shrugged, and Molly said "I don't know, I found him this way.
I don't know if he tripped while walking home, or if he hit his head at the
house and then stumbled this far, or what?" Molly saw Eric's mom start
towards the house and more words tumbled out, "There's no one else there
now, and I think Eric needs a bed."

   She sighed and looked at her son, "No, he needs a doctor, but I can get
one after he is in bed.  Want a ride home?  The least I can do for you is
get you and your bike back."

   "Sure Mrs.  Mirkins," Molly said, and loaded her bike into the trunk. 
It didn't really fit, but she just left the trunk open and climbed into the
front seat.  Eric's mom had put him in the back.

   In no time they were at Eric's house, putting him in his bed.  Molly
stayed with him while his mom called his dad and doc Stardard.  Doctor
Stardard was an old man who still made house calls-and was paid in food as
often as not.  He seemed to be happy to be an anachronism, and when he got
to Eric, he joked about the shiner as he felt carefully at Eric's forehead
and ear.  "Well son, for the looks of that bruise, you got off really
lightly.  No breaks, and looking at your eyes, any concussion is light. 
I'd like you to stay in bed a few days, and call me if you get nauseous or
dizzy." Mrs.  Mirkins kept both the Doctor and Molly for dinner, and her
husband finally got home from his shift at the ferry terminal, complaining
about the company not getting someone to replace him so he could check on
his boy.  Doc talked him down, assuring him that Eric was fine, and then
pointed to the pumpkin pie, which proved to be the prescription to shut Mr.
Mirkins up.

   As Molly biked the short distance home, she realized that nothing had
been decided.  Rescuing Eric was great, but she had left all the other boys
behind.  She parked her bike, ran up to her room, and collapsed on the bed.
She could see Shebeth with her minds eye, even as she tried to blot the
vision out.  "Have you thought about my words?  I can send boys to get you,
you know, I know you won't hurt them with your spells, and once I have you,
you will be mine.  But I want your heart, not your soul.  Give yourself to
me and I will give you everything you can dream of.  You can have Eric, or
we can share him, whatever you wish, only come back to me."

   Molly realized it wasn't idle thoughts, it was a spell, Shebeth had
entered her mind to talk to her.  "Get out of my head!" Molly growled, and
the vision faded.

   Molly knew that Shebeth was being honest, that her offer was true, and
that she wouldn't lose her soul if she took the offer.  But somehow she
knew it was wrong.  Finally she realized what she had to do.

   She crept out of the house, careful not to wake her parents, and snapped
a light onto her bike, riding away in the dim light of dusk.  It wasn't
smart riding a bike this late at night, but she wanted to get this over
with quickly.  She reached the beach house, and called out "Shebeth, I'm
here, I want to talk."

   She noticed two boys sitting at the corners of the porch, but ignored
them, staring at the door.  After a moment, Shebeth came out, pulling a
wraparound dress on over her nude body.  Molly realized that body did hold
an attraction to her, and cursed herself for it.  She imagined those
breasts floating just above her own larger mounds, imagined kissing that
mouth.  Was it a spell, or did she truly desire it?

   "Shebeth, If I agreed to be yours, would you release all these men, and
agree to just live in peace?  I don't want to be a queen, just a normal
girl."