Grunting with the effort, I dropped the heavy wooden chair I had just finished dragging into the living room onto the carpet, wincing a little internally at the thumping sound that I knew my downstairs neighbors would have heard.

The piece of furniture was something Aubrette had against the window in the bedroom she had somehow crafted in my apartment, warping space to fit an extra room in my previously one bedroom space. I still wasn’t sure exactly how her power worked - the couple of days since she arrived had been busy ones. I had wanted to question her about it, but while her Fae connection to the mortal realm would allow her to understand our language vastly faster than any mortal could learn it, this was the first morning her fluency had improved to the point that would even be possible. First, though, I had other matters to attend to.

Cindy and Aubrette, the petite-and-punky Sin Demon and tall auburn haired High Sidhe who had both found themselves bound to a mortal - me - were seated side by side on the couch in the middle of my apartment’s living room. The former was wearing a tight t-shirt that fit her like a second skin, and a pair of athletic shorts that rode from her navel to barely the top of her thighs. She had her knees pulled up to her chest, a satisfied smile on her face, and looked relaxed and on top of the world. The latter, Aubrette, was wearing a ruffled skirt and mesh long sleeved shirt, and perched so far forward on the couch that she barely touched the cushion. Her expression betrayed her nerves, with her lips slightly parted and her eyes wide, but I could tell she hadn’t settled between fear and hope.

As I finished wrestling the chair into place in the living room it occurred to me that I could have ordered Cindy to do it for me. She was about a full foot shorter than I was, with a slender delicate build, and so much stronger than me it made comparison pointless. I hadn’t ever actually put her limits to the test - and felt no particular need to do so - but she was strong. I plopped my now sweaty self into the chair, and resolved to have her be the one to put it back when we were done.

I had moved the chair in so I could face both women while we talked, since the only other seating in my living room was the couch. Only when I folded one of my legs over the other did it occur to me that I had effectively positioned myself on a throne in front of two women who were both subservient to me in some way, and who were positioned on a seat that was low enough to the ground that I was looking down even on Aubrette’s more than six foot tall frame.

Doing my best to put that aside, I let my gaze move from one woman to the other for a few moments, before speaking. “Aubrette. Before we talk about anything else, I want to make one thing very clear. I do not intend to send you away or release you for my service, unless that is something you want.” The High Sidhe woman, exiled from the realm of Faerie that she had lived in for hundreds of years, required a certain amount of Glamour - her particular flavor of magic - to survive. Presently, she was obtaining that through an oath of fealty to me. While that magical oath persisted and I was her liege lord, I was able to act as a sort of converter for the demonic Sin magic I drew through my bond with Cindy. I wasn’t fully familiar with the details of how that all worked, but from what I gathered, Sin was in far more plentiful supply than Glamour in the present era. From their perspectives, Cindy had been summoned into the land of milk and honey, while Aubrette was stranded in a barren desert.

At my words, the auburn haired Sidhe slumped in relief for just a moment, before sitting herself up straight again. I held up a hand before she could reply, forestalling her response so I could continue. “I have no desire to abuse the fact that you are currently dependent on me to survive. If you want, we can start looking into other ways to feed you the Glamour you need, or perhaps see if there is a way we can allow you to return to Faerie, but if you choose to you can also remain in my service and sustain yourself through your current Oath.”

She opened her mouth to speak, but I waved her away again so I could finish saying my piece, and she closed her lips once she realized my intent. “I also need to apologize to you for my earlier behavior. What you did in spying on Cindy and myself was not right, but that in no way makes my commands that followed your discovery acceptable. I abused my authority over you without consideration of the consequences, and I am sorry. I will try to do better.”

I dipped my head in apology, finally dropping my hand to let her reply. Her speech still wasn’t perfectly fluid - a fact made more obvious because her voice was melodious and enchanting - and the words she used were simple, but she was perfectly understandable in her response. “My Lord, I will be forever grateful for your grace. I am a Guest in your house, where you welcomed me even before I could thank you in your own language. It was less than a day before I… I shamed myself and your… your…” Her body shifted a little as she spoke, betraying the otherwise prim appearance she projected by squirming from side to side. It was only thanks to my earlier flash of insight that I realized that her actions were not due to discomfort, but because the admission - and possibly the shame - aroused her. Cindy helpfully supplied the word she was failing to find.

“Hospitality.”

Aubrette turned to nod her thanks at the woman beside her, then resumed addressing me, “Your hospitality. You would have the right to take me as a slave for this, but instead you tell me not to worry, that you will still care for me.” She managed to hold herself still once more, and her brilliant pale blue eyes sought mine out as she continued, “If you would allow me to remain in your service, I would stay. I will be your Lady, your humble servant, whatever role you would have of me, if you will permit me to keep my sworn Oath.”

The look on her face as she regarded me was so nakedly optimistic and full of hope that I melted a little inside, sagging and offering her a gentle smile in return.

It was Cindy who spoke next, her husky voice still a surprise from such a tiny woman, “She’s going to keep doing it. Spying on you, I mean. It’s part of her nature, and as a native of Faerie she can no more change than I can change mine.”

I flicked a quick glance towards the demon as she spoke, noting that her expression was not unhappy. Instead, an amused little smirk rode on her deep purple lips, and she reached one hand out to affectionately shove Aubrette’s thigh as she added, “Not that I think she would want to change it if she could.”

Turning my gaze back towards the Sidhe, I asked her, “Is this true?”

The redhead dropped her eyes, but nodded, her voice quiet as she confirmed. “I have done this for as long as my magic allowed. Before my exile, I do not think there was an adult in the court I did not watch fucking.” I blinked at her sudden vulgarity, before realizing it probably wasn’t meant as such, it was just a word she would have encountered more readily. “That is part of why I was exiled and not killed. By our laws, a prisoner who is to be killed has their confession taken and written down all. My confession would have brought shame to most of my court.”

That got a barked laugh from me, as I connected the dots to realize she meant most of the Noble Sidhe Aubrette had previously served were fucking around. I looked at Cindy, who still had a knowing smirk on her lips, and commented, “Like humans, but more, indeed.” I then turned back to Aubrette. “I don’t… I’m not entirely sure what to do about that. If I commanded you, as your Liege, to stop spying on us, would you?”

The question caused Aubrette to freeze, and again it was Cindy who came to her rescue with an explanation. “You might as well command a human woman to stop breathing. Even if she was magically compelled to do so, at some point she would pass out and start breathing again. Aubrette would stop spying for a time, but eventually her nature would override the command and she would find herself doing so anyway. The voyeuristic slut would be so ashamed of herself that she would be dying inside, but you saw what that did to her earlier. She would lose control even faster, and we would wind up right back where we are now.”

“Cindy!” I admonished the Sin Demon reflexively, but my attention was diverted to where Aubrette had begun shifting from side to side, her thighs rubbing together again. I sighed audibly and stated rather than asked, “She’s right. You can’t stop doing it, and ordering you to do so is going to make things better, not worse.”

I brought one hand up to tap my lips while I sat in silent though for a moment, then put as much command into my voice as I could. “Aubrette, you are commanded to not spy on anyone outside of my service. If you must watch Cindy and myself… I will permit it.” I paused very briefly, and then asked curiously, “Would… would it be better for you, or worse, if you were in the room at the time? If you were watching us from where we could see you, instead of trying - and failing - to use your magic?” Before she could formulate an answer, I tacked on, “And what’s with that? How could you not have been discovered sooner in Faerie if you slip into visibility that often?”

Aubrette nodded evenly at my order, before her expression shifted to one of wide-eyed hope at my question. She flushed a deep red, answering the last question first. “I… in Faerie I was not trying to use my gift to maintain the room I was spying on. I was in a different location, and used my gift to watch elsewhere in the castle. Here, trying to push my gift to do two things at once, my control slipped when… when my concentration wavered.” Her eyes dipped down at that, but I again noticed that she couldn’t hold her hips still at the admission. She resumed speaking a couple seconds later, but kept her eyes downcast. “It would be much better for me. I always hoped to find someone who understood and allowed my… wants, no matter how… naughty they were.”

Cindy chimed in with a quick correction, “How Sinful they were.”

The High Sidhe lifted her gaze to the demon beside her, nodding, and repeating her words. “No matter how Sinful they were. I can not ask you to allow it, you have already given a… a Sinful, dirty woman more than she has earned.”

I had dumped a load of my cum down Cindy’s throat less than an hour ago, but something about the way Aubrette made that last statement had me stirring in my pants again. I reflected on what that said about me for a moment, before shaking the thought off and returning to the conversation. “I don’t think I’m quite ready to make a decision on that, or on a lot of this, but I’m going to give you two big commands, as your Liege, that I expect you to obey. I should have given these earlier, but you couldn’t understand, and I was busy, and… those are excuses. Doesn’t matter. Here are the commands.”

“First, as your Liege, I command you to tell me when there is something that you need, and are not getting. You can tell me if there is something that you want as well, of course, but you are the first vassal I’ve had, not to mention the first Fae I’ve met. I can’t be a good liege if I don’t understand your needs.”

Aubrette sat up straight, the blush slowly fading from her cheeks as she listened to me, before bowing her head solemnly and responding, “My Lord. I will tell you when my needs are not met, as you command. I will be the best vassal I can, and will tell you when I want something, if I think it will help you understand.”

I smiled at that, and the auburn haired woman smiled back brightly. Her teeth were a brilliant white, and I was convinced the room literally lit up when she smiled.

“Second, as your Liege, I command you to tell me if you aren’t comfortable with any orders you are given, before you obey them.”

Cindy made her opinion known again, speaking faster than Aubrette could respond. “Master, that order won’t quite work for her. You should amend it.”

I paused, raising an eyebrow at the Sin Demon and gesturing for her to go on. She did so, and the smile on her face turned wicked and predatory. “You need to keep in mind how horny being shamed makes the slut. Maybe something like, ‘Tell your owner if you aren’t ok with an order, unless doing it makes your cunt leak.’”

I rolled my eyes at Cindy’s deliberately provocative wording, but when I returned my gaze to the women, I saw that Aubrette was again squirming in place. Moreover, the wide eyed look on her face was full of hope.

Coughing, I nodded and thought of how best to rephrase the order, eventually settling on, “Aubrette, as your Liege, you are instead ordered to tell me if the discomfort from any order I give outweighs the excitement it gives. I will leave it to you to make the call about where exactly that line falls, but I expect you to keep in mind that your Liege does not want an unhappy vassal.”

Aubrette’s smiled shyly at that, her cheeks still burning red, as she responded, “My Lord, this vassal will tell you when she does not enjoy your orders.” Despite being the tallest person in the room, the redhead’s voice sounded very small in that moment. Very small, but very, very happy.

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I spent the next couple hours getting to know Aubrette. Cindy participated in the conversation sparingly - as she wrapped a blanket around herself, it was obvious she was slipping into her Slothful aspect as the morning went on. That was fine - now that my Sidhe vassal had absorbed enough of our language through whatever mystical bond all Fae apparently possessed, we were able to converse well enough.

I learned that her abilities involved more than just warping space. Instead, she was able to make things real that could be. In a way, it was a mirror to my own power - or perhaps an inversion of it. I could look at a situation and see hints and glimpses of what it could lead to. I couldn’t see the outcomes, but some part of the magic I was born with was able to somehow suss out not just possible outcomes, but also how well received they would be. I had wondered for quite some time how that particular judgment call was made, since as far as I knew there wasn’t anything about, for example, breaking my arm that made it good or bad to the universe at large. My gift would warn me about it in a way that I instinctively interpreted as ‘bad’ though, so there was more depth to my Auguries than was immediately obvious.

Aubrette, in turn, was able to pull things into reality that might have been. There was quite a bit of leeway and depth to it as well. Obviously, my apartment was a one-bedroom space, but since it might have, in some alternate world, been built with a second bedroom, she was able to pull that into being. It wouldn’t fit in the physical space we had to work with, but her magic was able to accommodate that, fitting a second bedroom into the space without moving anything else.

I paused to question her about the bed and chest she had pulled in, and where they had come from. She explained that she couldn’t tell the origin of any items she manifested - so somewhere out there in the world, there was a not unlikely way for me to get a four poster bed ‘for real’ if I wanted, but she didn’t know what those circumstances were.

It made my head spin a little, especially since the Sidhe’s vocabulary was still somewhat limited, but I gathered one of her duties in Faerie had been as something of a handyman - or perhaps quartermaster was a better comparison. If the Prince wanted to go hunting, the Master of the Hunt would bring the hounds, the armorer would fetch spears or bows, and Aubrette would accompany them just in case they needed anything else. If the Prince suddenly wanted to take a nap in the woods, it was possible someone packed a blanket, so she was able to provide it. If one of the Prince’s friends was nicked by a charging boar, she could have bandages at hand.

Nothing in that context was irreplaceable, but the flexibility and sheer power of her abilities staggered me when I realized their implications. She could have anything to hand at a moment’s notice. Well… maybe not anything, but just about anything I might actually want.

The power came with three significant downsides or limitations - one of which she had inadvertently revealed in her indiscreet spying.

First, she needed to spend at least a little concentration to maintain the presence of whatever she brought into the world. My mind immediately went to one of the myths I had read that had to do with ‘Fairy gold’, connecting that legend to her reality. I could ask her to conjure gold bars, sell them, and deposit the cash, but whoever I sold them to would likely have questions about it a couple days later. When she was mid-orgasm from her voyeuristic masturbation, her mind slipped and reality tried to assert itself.

Second, she spent Glamour to do it. The more unlikely the object or change, the more Glamour it cost her to enchant the world. Apparently something like half the apartments on my floor had two bedrooms, so that took so little attention and power that she could maintain them literally in her sleep. I could hypothetically go out and buy gold, so she could manifest that, but maintaining it for long would be expensive and a strain. If she wanted to manifest something like… an atomic bomb, or the Hope Diamond, she would be reaching so far outside of reality that it would burn through her reserves of Glamour in moments.

Third, while she had learned to manipulate objects and space around herself, she needed to physically be there to do so. I wasn’t exactly clear on the distance limitation, but it was larger than my tiny living room, and smaller than the apartment building itself.

Oh, and she couldn’t manifest anything able to think. Or maybe it was anything with a soul. That was a tricky distinction to make in Faerie, from what I gathered, so she wasn’t exactly sure.

Apparently, over the centuries since she was raised to a Noble Sidhe in Faerie, she had learned to play with the edges of her magic and blur them a little farther than they were ‘supposed’ to go. When she was spying on me, she was doing that by maintaining one space, but fuzzing the edges of reality just enough to peek through. She could do that more easily in spaces she didn’t create, as long as they were physically close to her. If I ever wanted to spy on my neighbors, for example, she could just… do that.

On the one hand, I was awed by her abilities. Compared to my family, Aubrette might as well have been a god. A demigod, at least. She had limits on her power, but they staggered my imagination. On the other hand, I wondered if, after centuries of study, I would be able to stretch my own mortal Gift similarly.

We spent a little time discussing some of the more practical ways we could leverage her abilities in the mortal world. Feeding us actually turned out to be one of the better ones. Eating a conjured apple was just as good as the real thing, provided she kept her focus on maintaining it long enough for digestion to occur. I laughed in delight at that prospect, because the variety of foods we could have at our doorstep was - to Aubrette - staggering, but they were all incredibly likely. As such, maintaining them was no effort for the Fae woman at all.

Free food. Forever. I very nearly kissed the redhead then and there just at the joy of the notion.

The ‘sell gold, deposit cash’ idea was floated around and discussed. I was firmly against exploiting actual hardworking people, but the notion of finding a predatory business and defrauding them of some of their ill-gotten gains had a certain appeal. I try to be a basically good person, but some creative pilfering from the elite felt more like redressing the scales than taking advantage of a peer. That said, we would have to be extremely careful, and probably more than a little sparing if we chose to go down that route. The last thing I wanted was for any or all of us to wind up on some FBI watchlist. Even being investigated would be a disaster, since it wasn’t as though either of the ladies had social security numbers. As soon as a cop started asking either of them for ID, we were screwed.

Or at least, that was what I thought. It took a little explanation, but Aubrette was able to produce convincing fake IDs. They were as temporary as anything else she conjured, and they wouldn’t have corresponding database entries if someone tried to actually search for them, but hey - if I wanted to take the women to a nightclub and show off, I could!

Still needed to keep away from the cops though.

The most solid way we could come up with for Aubrette to actually contribute reliably to household income was just by selling her labor. Before she inherited the power she now held and was raised from High Sidhe to Noble Sidhe, the Fae woman had been a townswoman in the local community since time immemorial. Literally, Aubrette’s memories only went back so far, but they did stretch back centuries even before her elevation. She had more than sufficient experience to be a perfectly proficient cleaner, could manifest cleaning tools at need, and was eager to perform the work. As far as she was concerned, it was simply a way she could repay my extremely generous hospitality.

The woman was older than Oxford University, absolutely beautiful, a powerful magical creature, and she was visibly excited - beaming, even - when we discussed her offering her maid services to the other apartments in the complex.

We tabled that discussion after a while - it wasn’t immediately relevant since I was making enough money to get by, and just removing the cost of food from my budget would be a big boon - and eventually spent some time relaxing and watching a couple movies.

I made Cindy put the chair back.

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We feasted that night. My schedule was free that day, with my next consultation the following morning. I was also going to perform the cleaning and maintenance ritual for someone else for the first time after that, and was genuinely looking forward both to the results, and to the payday it would lead to, so I needed to avoid a hangover, and we stuck to food instead.

We stuck to so very much food.

Pulling up a couple delivery websites - including one of the ones I still had a driver account on - I was able to guide Aubrette through manifesting a selection of foods that eventually overflowed my tiny kitchen counter. Apparently Noble Sidhe turned their nose up at conjured food of any sort, considering it to be ‘beneath’ them somehow, so this wasn’t a common use for my vassal’s talents. Here on Earth, the chance to just sample whatever foods could possibly be delivered to me was a Gluttonous indulgence. Barbeque, Chinese delivery, Indian, Thai, Pizza, Mediterranean, and Sushi, in a variety of paper and plastic bags, sat next to one another, several of them steaming.

Aubrette was as flabbergasted by the variety of foods available as I had been on learning about the scope of her powers. The three of us sampled liberally, combining flavors in ways I never would have even considered without a literal magic fairy delivering them to me for free. We watched movies, one of us occasionally pushing off the couch to grab another bowl of food to bring back. I tried Poke for the first time in my life.

By the time the evening had begun to wind down, I felt absolutely bloated. Aubrette’s prim manner - the one she showed when she hadn’t been caught spying recently - had begun to relax a little, and broad smiles graced our faces. Cindy looked positively drunk on Gluttony, and she had shoved her tight shirt up to just under her tiny titties, exposing a stomach that was actually slightly less flat than usual. She claimed it was more comfortable that way, but I think she was also enjoying teasing and pushing the boundaries of the High Sidhe.

The best part was… no, the best part was the food itself, but part of what helped me just relax and enjoy it was knowing that when Aubrette stopped concentrating and allowed the food to dematerialize, I wouldn’t even have to do dishes.

There was no hanky-panky with Cindy when we went to bed. She was moving sluggishly, and I felt so full that instead of spooning the little demon, I sprawled out beside her as best I could and let my stomach settle.

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I awoke the next day to my phone alarm blaring and letting me know I needed to shower now in order to make my first appointment. I felt… good, if still a little overloaded from my excesses the night before. I needed Cindy for the second appointment, but not the first, so I rinsed off quickly and left the girls alone in the apartment as soon as I could dress, after commanding my bound demon to be ready to go in two hours. She groaned a little at that, clearly enjoying the lingering Sloth and Gluttony, but since she literally could not disobey me, I trusted she’d manage.

This first appointment was one of the ones that had been my bread and butter - sometimes literally - just a few months ago. Young adult, tired of corporate work, wants to take a small business loan and go into business. Is this venture a good idea?

I sat down and - effectively - played the role of magical business analyst. They gave me their pitch, I gave them a quick reading, then they broke down the details for a couple hours to help refine it. In this case, the results were murky - which was actually better odds than usual. I was able to help them identify potential weaknesses and failings in their plans, steered them away from one of the locations they were considering, and walked away with a cashier’s check.

I made my way back to my apartment. I could have just called for Cindy to meet me in the parking lot, but I wanted to see how she and Aubrette were doing, so I slogged my way up three flights of stairs and went inside.

My Sin Demon was walking out of my bedroom as I arrived, hair still wet from her shower, having clearly just finished getting dressed. On time, but she cut it close.

Aubrette was seated on the couch watching movies on the internet. Not Hollywood films this time though - instead, it looked like she had found some how-to guides for people looking to start their own cleaning services, and was taking notes from those.

Both women favored me with smiles, and in that moment, I felt like the luckiest man alive.

I kept my toolbox in the car, but there were a few of the reagents the rituals required that would start to smell if they spoiled, so I grabbed a plastic bag from the fridge while Cindy put on her shoes. We walked out the door, leaving the Sidhe to continue her internet binge, while we went off to ensure a fifty five year old man’s restored 1970s Camaro would run smoothly for the rest of days. Or at least for the next five years, which was the longest I was prepared to promise. I didn’t actually know if the ritual from the book would wear off by then - Cindy claimed it could last forever, but that was in the infernal realm. The Pride Philippos, a Greek immigrant who was wild for classic cars, held in the vehicle would likely perform the same function, but I wasn’t going to promise that and suffer Grecian retribution six years from now.

Phil hovered around Cindy and myself the entire time we performed our ritual, and despite my initial fears, I quickly realized it was out of concern for ‘his baby’, rather than an attempt to creep on a young blonde girl. He mentioned a wife at some point, but from what I could see, his true love was glossy, black, and got terrible gas mileage.

Phil was a superstitious man, which was typical of my customers, but he had clearly held some reservations about the whole deal. He winced visibly when I sprinkled salt over the hood of the car, hissed a sharp gasp when I wafted burning aromatic herbs through the interior, and generally acted like a fussy parent every time we closed the doors a little too hard.

When we completed the ritual and he watched the salt evaporate off the hood of the car, the smudges of smoke fade from the windows, and saw the chrome gleam like it had just rolled off the assembly line, he was all smiles though.

This job had been a referral from one of my earlier customers - a cousin or nephew of Phil’s who lived in my apartment block - and thanks to that connection I knew that he was loaded. As such, I didn’t feel bad about the number at the bottom of the invoice I handed him. It only had three digits in it, but making eight hundred dollars for a couple hours’ work plus travel time would have been utterly unthinkable when I first set out to make my way via my Gift. He wrote me a check, and I handed him a receipt I had pre-printed early the day before. I was now making enough money that I was going to need to actually start worrying about things like taxes and the possibility of being audited, so I had spent a little while a couple weeks back downloading a small business software suite. If things kept up like this, I was going to need an actual accountant.

That was almost as mind blowing as Aubrette’s magic.

Cindy and I took the check and stopped by the bank on the way back. We made one more quick stop on the way, and when I walked into my apartment a little while later, it was with a heavy wallet and a light heart.

I spent the first little bit of time when I got home doing some reading on my phone. I had an idea in mind, but it was outside of anything I had done previously, so I turned to some experts for advice. That took a little over an hour, at which point it was time to eat.

I was still in a celebratory mood, so dinner was followed by a selection of baked treats - cakes, cookies, and pastries - all courtesy of Sidhe magic. We watched another movie - this time an action adventure flick about a couple of treasure hunting thieves. It wasn’t exactly a great cultural introduction, but it was fun and the girls seemed to enjoy it. I had claimed the middle of the couch, Cindy tucked herself into a ball to my right, and Aubrette sat upright to my left. The Fae woman still comported herself in a more stiff and prim manner than either myself or my demon, but when I stretched my arms out to either side about halfway through the movie - placing my arm on the back of the couch, but also generally around her shoulder - I glanced over and saw a smile on her face.

I was careful not to stuff myself overfull this evening, and ordered Cindy to the bedroom a little earlier than we would normally retire. I think the Sin Demon could tell that I had something in mind, because instead of tucking herself into bed, she was waiting for me beside it. The petite blonde was still dressed in her tight t-shirt and shorts, standing nearly at attention. Her hands were clasped behind her back, and she was doing her best to shove her chest out, showing off the way her shirt clung to her tiny tits by turning them from side to side slowly.

I favored her with a smile, then slid my arms around her, leaning down to hotly claim her mouth with a kiss. She returned it fervently, our tongues sliding against each other as she let out a hot moan. My hands slid up and down her back, caressing her while we made out, occasionally dipping down to cop a feel of her firmly muscular little booty through her shorts. After a few moments, I let my fingers slide under the edge of her shirt and began the slow process of peeling it off of her body. We had to part our kiss for her to compliantly raise her hands over her head, but that also meant I got a great view of her titties doing a cute little jiggle when the shirt pulled free of them. As perky as they were, they barely moved, but it was still extremely fun to watch.

She began to lower her hands once I pulled the shirt free and tossed it aside, but I instead reached up and captured both her wrists, holding them above her head. She obediently kept her arms raised, and I took a few moments to kiss her - starting at her lips, then working my way down her neck, pausing a little longer than necessary to lick and suck at her stiffly crinkled nipples, then lowering myself to my knees. My hands slipped onto her slender hips, sliding along smooth pale skin to ease her shorts and panties down her muscular legs. She moved deftly, stepping out of both and kicking them aside in the same motion, leaving her as naked as the first moment I saw her. Even with her arms stretched above her head, and me on my knees in front of her, she was short enough that I had easy access to her entire body.

Without further preamble, I wrapped my hands around her thighs, slid my fingers around to grip her ass firmly, and buried my face against her. I nuzzled her brightly colored tuft of pubic hair for a moment, drinking in the scent of her arousal. The shape the Sin Demon took was that of a petite woman in her twenties, but with the occasional deviation. The most obvious was her hair - both that on her head, and the tiny heart she had above her sex. Both were multicolored, with streaks of bright blues, greens, and purples through the blonde. Her pussy was also, other than that bit of decoration, naturally smooth and hairless - as was the rest of her body from the neck down.

Least obvious to anyone but me, she was also delicious. I buried my tongue in the cleft of her thighs, and was greeted by a delightfully tangy, spicy flavor. It was still distinctly the taste of pussy, wet and eager, but while I loved the taste of a horny cunt as much as the next guy (ok, that varies a lot from guy to guy - I loved it a lot though), there was something extra to it that I couldn’t get enough of.

I left her standing there, her legs quivering as I went to town on her. With her feet together, I couldn’t get any deep penetration with my tongue, but I slid it across every bit of her pussy I could reach with enthusiasm. When I pushed my tongue past her outer lips, it took only a moment of probing before I found her clit. The little nub was clearly happy for the attention - it had poked past its hood, and as the tip of my tongue flicked along it, the Sin Demon swayed a little in my arms, letting out a low throaty moan. I tightened my grip on her ass, pulling her against my face so my prize didn’t escape me.

The next few minutes were spent with me face first in Cindy’s pussy, while she groaned out her appreciation. Not too long after I started, I pulled back to look up at her, ordering her to play with and pinch her nipples while I ate her out. She did so with alacrity, pulling and stretching the nipples before releasing them to let them snap back into place. I occasionally glanced upwards, enjoying the sight - if not as much as I was enjoying the way my demon moaned and writhed at my attentions.

Eventually, I pulled back, my chin and mouth shiny with her juices. Without raising my voice or rising from my knees, I turned my head and calmly addressed the empty air. “Aubrette, I’m going to send Cindy in to get your chair. I expect you to come back here with her.”

I didn’t hear a response, but a quick check of my gift informed me that I was right on the money with my guess. I couldn’t hold in my grin as I rose to my feet, using my grip on Cindy’s ass to help steady myself. The tiny woman might have been swaying and quivering while my tongue was lapping at her, but I knew she was strong enough to support me. I then stepped around her and reached down to deliver a sharp smack to her ass, watching her left cheek barely jiggle in response as I ordered. “You heard me, go bring in the big chair and my vassal. Put the chair down against the wall.” I pointed to an empty space next to Cindy’s dresser, then walked over to snag a towel and wipe my face clean.

The Sin Demon pranced out of the room rapidly, still naked, her dainty feet barely making a noise on the carpet as she did so. She returned less than a minute later, easily carrying a chair that was nearly as tall as she was, with my High Sidhe sworn vassal following behind her. Carefully maneuvering it past the door frame, Cindy set the chair down where I had indicated, while Aubrette stepped just inside the bedroom and clasped her hands in front of herself.

The Sidhe woman’s expression was complex and rapidly shifting. Her wide eyes followed Cindy as she moved the chair, but occasionally flickered over to check on me. Her lips were in motion constantly, quirking up into a tentative smile one moment, parting in the next, only to have her tongue slip out to moisten them immediately after. Everything about her spoke to a combination of nervousness, hope, and excitement.

I waited until Cindy was done, then beckoned her over to join me. She did so, and I slipped one arm around her shoulders to pull her body against mine. I leaned in to capture her mouth in another kiss, and she tilted her head back to welcome it. The Sin Demon was not merely passive, though - even as we kissed, one of her hands slid down my body and began to rub at my erection through my pants without prompting. I let her, breaking the kiss a moment later and examining Aubrette.

She was still standing just inside the bedroom door, now biting her lower lip, her brilliant blue eyes unblinking as she watched Cindy’s hand moving. I studied her for a few seconds, then spoke, delivering an order which was probably more uncertain than I meant it to be. “Sit in the chair, Aubrette. But first… lift up your skirt.”

Aubrette had already taken her first step, practically jumping into motion when I mentioned the chair, but she froze at the second order. Then she whirled back around to face me and instantly grabbed her skirt with both hands, flipping it up. It was a frilly green and white floral patterned thing with ruffles, and the naughty girl didn’t have a thing on under it. Seeing her auburn bush framed by green color really was a good look, and I mentally congratulated the ladies on their excellent taste.

Just as the last time I ordered her to expose herself to me, Aubrette’s pussy was dripping moisture down her thighs. I took that as a good sign, amending my order slightly, “Wait, that’s not quite right. Cindy is naked.” I made very deliberate eye contact with the Sidhe, pausing to make sure she was really looking into my eyes as I ordered, “Strip.”

The tall woman was naked in what felt like a single heartbeat.

This was the first time I’d had the opportunity to examine her clearly. I’d seen her naked the first night we met, but it was both dark and she was translucent to me at the time. I’d gotten a glimpse of her breasts and her sex separately after that, but right now she was actually in the room, the lights were on, and she was naked. She clasped her hands in front of herself again, but on seeing my scowl at that quickly brought them to her side, twisting and squirming in place.

Aubrette was tall and perfectly proportioned for it. Her shoulders were narrow, but not awkwardly so. Her breasts were full and high, but not exaggerated - comfortably big enough that each would overflow my hands. Her nipples were stiff, about the size of one of my fingertips, and a pink only slightly darker than the rest of her skin. Her hips swelled out from a narrow waist, and as I watched they rocked side to side as she squirmed.

In short, she was built like a lingerie model. Tall womanly curves and glorious waves of auburn hair. Her squirming intensified as she watched me examine her while Cindy continued rubbing my cock through my pants. Eventually I nodded to myself and ordered, “Ok, Aubrette. Sit in the chair.”

The tall woman practically ran the few steps needed to bring her to the heavy wooden seat. She turned and sat down with her knees pressed together, though the ladylike presentation was spoiled both by her nudity, and by the fact that she couldn’t keep her thighs still. I leaned down to the side of the bed and grabbed a bag I had picked up from a seedy store not far from the bank. Extracting the contents, I then walked across the room and again got on my knees - this time in front of Aubrette. I paused there, looking up at her, and stopped to ask quietly, “You’re sure you’re ok? I know we talked, but you’re sure you’re comfortable.”

The voice that answered me was quiet and almost breathless, but the answer was immediate. “My Lord, this vassal will tell you when she does not enjoy your orders.” I grinned up at her in response, then stretched out one of the black velcro straps I had pulled from the bag. I firmly gripped Aubrette’s ankle and moved it to line it up with one of the legs of the chair, then wrapped the strap around both, strapping her in place. I then repeated the action with her other ankle, forcing her feet apart.

I paused again, this time wordlessly, taking a few seconds to study the Sidhe. Her expression was one of agonized ecstasy, and even with her ankles tied in place, her hips and thighs wouldn’t stop moving. I checked against my gift, and didn’t see any real negative outcomes, so I continued, taking one of the two remaining straps, and this time grabbing one of Aubrette’s knees. She made no effort at all to resist as I lined up her leg, putting it in place for me to wrap the strap around her calf and hold it immobile. I repeated the motion on the other side, and in the process forced her thighs apart, exposing her sex, which was working to make a small puddle on the polished wood of the chair’s seat.

When I was done, Aubrette’s legs were tied to the chair’s front two legs. Her hips began to roll and rock against the seat of the chair, but otherwise she was immobile and exposed from the waist down.

I rose, once again making deliberate eye contact and waiting until I saw crystal blue focusing on my face. I then very slowly slid my gaze down the redhead’s exposed and naked body. When she saw my eyes land on her fully exposed sex, she let out an involuntary moan, and I could see her pussy squeezing down on nothing, while her hands slapped down on her own thighs to squeeze them hard.

I rose to my feet, having touched the Sidhe woman only enough to tie her legs apart, and paused again. Once more, my voice was probably not as steady as I really wanted it to be, but it’s hard to keep the excitement out when you’re in the same room as two incredibly attractive and very naked women. “Remember, I need you to tell me if you aren’t ok with anything. That includes if you need to be let out.”

Not that Aubrette couldn’t release herself in a flash. Not only were her arms free, but she was the one who had conjured the chair she was strapped to - all she needed to do to get out was send it back to wherever it came from. Still, one of the things I had seen over and over again in my earlier reading was the importance of communication, and I was trying to be diligent. I had no real previous experience with this kind of thing, and it was important to me.

The redhead didn’t respond verbally, but her nod was emphatic enough that I felt comfortable turning and walking back to the bed. Cindy had been waiting there patiently for the last couple of minutes while I tied Aubrette’s legs down, having sat herself down on the edge of the bed. When I approached, she smiled up at me prettily, putting her hands behind herself to prop herself up on the bed and leaning back. Then she deliberately shook her chest a little, showing off her exposed little tits. “Are you going to fuck your little demon now, Master? Now that the dirty Sidhe is all tied up and exposed, are you going to make her watch as you remind me that I’m your bitch?”

I grinned down at her, then nodded. “Yes, Cindy. Yes I am.” I paused only a moment to consider before following that up with a simple order. “Undress me.”

The demon was moving in a heartbeat, pulling my shirt up over my head as she stood up, then quickly shifting to stand in front of me. I was still facing towards Aubrette, and the redhead was watching the whole affair with undisguised fascination and lust. Cindy quickly undid my pants, but then slowly and deliberately bent at the waist to work them down my legs. Since she was facing away from the Sidhe, this had the effect of exposing the Sin Demon’s wet sex to the other woman as she purposely put on a show.

I kicked my pants away as soon as they were past my ankles, then resumed standing to let Cindy relieve me of my boxers. She did so, still bent at the waist, using her hands on my body for support. Her face was inches from my crotch, and she repositioned just enough that Aubrette could see the moment my boxers slipped past my erection. My cock bobbed up immediately, slapping into Cindy’s cheek, and the tiny blonde nuzzled against it affectionately.

I let her finish stripping off my boxers, leaving me as naked as the two women, then reached down and slid my fingers through short blonde hair to get a grip on it. With my eyes still fixed on Aubrette, I made sure she was watching as I pulled Cindy’s mouth closer and closer to the head of my swollen cock. The redhead swallowed visibly as my Sin Demon’s deep purple lips parted to accept my dick, and as I pulled Cindy in closer, guiding her to bury my dick in her throat, Aubrette finally released one of her thighs and shoved her hand between her legs.

I guided Cindy’s head back and forth for a few moments. She was bent over, so she didn’t actually have the best range of motion in this position, but I was enjoying the spectacle we were putting on for our new audience. Both of the women certainly seemed to be into the whole thing. Aubrette’s hand was tracing around the exposed lips of her pussy, circling it without doing more than barely touching it, and her breasts were heaving up and down with her excited breaths. Cindy was moaning enthusiastically, the sound vibrating along my cock as she swallowed it.

I only remained standing for a minute or so before taking a half step back, popping out of Cindy’s mouth in the process. I nearly stumbled when my legs hit the bed, but managed to sit down without falling. Then I beckoned my Sin Demon slut forward, and the tiny blonde dropped to her hands and knees before crawling the short distance to me. Again, her mouth sought me out, and again I slid my fingers into her hair to control her pacing. I wanted slow, both because I was enjoying this and wanted to draw it out, but also because I had something else I wanted to do before I came.

I had actually noticed that my refractory period had been getting shorter over the last few months, which might have just been because I had a hot woman who was literally down to fuck any time I wanted, but was also related to my bond with the demon. She had mentioned that the benefits would flow both ways, and from what she had said it was entirely possible this was one of them. Still, while I might have been able to get hard again quickly, I’ll admit I was also trying to show off for our audience. Call it Pride if you must, but I wanted to look like a suave guy in control of himself and the situation.

I nearly wasn’t. Several times I had to yank Cindy’s head off of me, pulling her in to rub her cheek against my shaft to give myself a moment to calm down, before guiding her to swallow me again.

Eventually, though, I decided I’d had enough of that, and was ready for more. I pushed Cindy’s head back, and scooted back on the bed, still sitting on the edge of it, but now with the mattress more firmly beneath me. My erection wove gently in the air, standing proud and slick with the Sin Demon’s saliva, and as I glanced over at Aubrette, I saw that her gaze was fixed upon it, and she was slowly starting to curl two of her fingers in, letting them push past the lips of her exposed cunt at last. Even from across the small room, I got to watch the small flood of moisture that she pushed out when she started to push her two fingers inside herself.

I tore my gaze free from her captivating spectacle and instead turned to the woman I was going to be fucking. Cindy did not seem at all offended by my occasional inattention. Quite the opposite - she had a hungry look on her face, and when her brilliant green eyes met mine and she spoke, her voice was husky with desire. “Master, I love the Lust and Pride you’re giving off now. I can’t feed off of Aubrette, but the things she’s doing to you are… mmm… delicious. Please, Master, may your slut put that thick cock of yours inside herself? I want to feel what it does when you make your submissive dirty little vassal watch it disappear into your tiny little demon whore’s hungry cunt.”

She said the sweetest things.

I took a moment to steady myself, and then commanded in the clearest voice I could muster, “Cindy, crawl forward to your Master. Kiss my cock, then climb up my body and mount it. I want you to ride your owner until he fills you full of his cum. Make sure you spread your legs wide like a good slut, so the redhead over there has a good view of everything while she plays with herself.”

Cindy began crawling forward immediately to obey my order, and I could hear Aubrette let out a loud moan at my words. Her hips roiled and shifted, legs flexing against the ties that held them apart as she tried again to wriggle and rub her thighs together. She couldn’t, though, so the redhead just wound up squirming around with her hand starting to pump between her legs.

I leaned back, reached out, and grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed, dragging it over so I could prop myself up on it. I wanted to be able to relax while Cindy was on top of me, but I also wanted to be able to peek around the Sin Demon and watch the Sidhe who was in turn watching us. Once I was positioned, Cindy demonstrated her impressive agility - and her negligible weight - by practically launching herself forward. She paused to obey my order, her lips planting a wet kiss at the head of my cock, but then hopped up, her body slamming into mine. I laughed at her enthusiasm, shifting slightly to help her line me up. Then she reached behind herself, grasping the shaft of my cock and rubbing it up and down along her cunt while her hips wove a tiny figure eight. The Sin Demon glanced over her own shoulder to make sure Aubrette was watching, then very deliberately sank down, lowering herself until she was seated on my thighs facing me, with as much of my cock buried in her pussy as she could take.

My thirsty little demon was as tight as ever, and only the flood of lubrication that poured out of her pussy let her get as much of my shaft in on the first stroke as she did. She wiggled her hips a little, forcing them down to try to make sure she had as much of me inside herself as physically possible. Only when she was satisfied that she could fit no more in her narrow channel did she begin to flex her thighs and lift herself up again. She pulled her cunt almost completely off of me, until only the head of my cock remained between her lips, then sank down again. Then she repeated the motion again, and again, and again.

I was focused mostly on the petite blonde wrapped around my dick, but kept glancing over to the redhead in the chair. Aubrette was alternating between sliding two fingers a couple of inches inside herself, curling them in and rocking her hand back and forth, and withdrawing them to let them slide to either side of her clit. She didn’t seen to be touching the nub directly, but was instead taking her soaked and slippery fingers and providing indirect stimulation to it. I knew from past experience that not all women responded the same to direct pressure on their clit, so I tried to keep that particular motion in mind for… later reference.

Even while my eyes were on Cindy, it was just… hot… knowing that there was a gorgeous woman fingering herself to the sight of me having sex. The blonde apparently agreed - or maybe she could just sense what was shaping my Lust and Pride at the time - because she moaned out loudly to the room, “Fuck, I love knowing that dirty little bitch is watching this. The slut can’t take her eyes off the way your huge cock splits me open, Master. She’s sitting in a puddle of her own juices, and I’m pretty sure she’s about to cum.”

I pushed myself forward, leaning up just enough that I could reach a hand around Cindy and slap her ass, the sound sharp in my small bedroom. “She’s… not the only one. Fuck, I’m going to fill you.”

That got a spasm from Cindy, her hips rocking forward as she pressed her body against mine. She was so light that even with her resting her chest against mine I could hold myself up off the bed without issue. She started to pump her hips back and forth, rocking herself to slide my cock in and out of her cunt in short rapid motions as she tried to push me over the edge. I heard a loud moan as my Sidhe vassal brought herself to orgasm, and my eyes flicked over in time to watch her hand suddenly pulling in tight. As the redhead’s body stiffened and quaked, her full breasts quaking with her rapid breaths, I watched her squeeze her fingers against her clit to draw out the orgasm.

Watching the gorgeous Sidhe woman, who a few days ago had been a member of an actual Noble Court of magical fairies, finger her cunt and cum at the sight of my demon girlfriend slave riding my cock, was enough to push me over the edge. My hands grabbed at Cindy’s hips and I pulled her forward, letting out a loud groan and collapsing back against the bed. The demon impaled on my cock pushed herself forward as the feeling of my cum filling her brought her to join me in orgasm. I could feel her cunt spasming rapidly along my shaft, pulsing and trying to draw out every single drop I had to offer.

Eventually Cindy collapsed forward, her body resting comfortably atop mine. Every few seconds, I would feel her squeeze her pussy around me deliberately, sending a jolt of nearly overwhelming pleasure through me in my post-orgasm sensitivity. After the fourth or fifth time, I cracked an eyelid open and peered down, only to see her smirking up at me, clearly pleased with herself. I patted her hair, which was slightly damp with her sweat, and murmured quietly, “Good girl.” That had her preening with Pride - and also squeezing down around me again. After a moment, she relented, shifted her hips upwards, and slid back off of me. She dropped down off the bed lightly, then brought her mouth to my cock to begin delicately licking me clean of our combined juices.

I shuddered at the nearly overwhelming sensation, eventually calming down enough to raise my eyes and look to see what Aubrette was doing. The redhead was still staring at us, but had moved her hands back to rest them on her thighs. She occasionally flexed her legs, reflexively trying to squeeze them together, but was prevented from doing so by the straps that still restrained her.

I allowed Cindy to lick and suck at me for maybe a minute or so longer, then reached out a hand and trailed my fingers along her cheek. For all that she was a Sin Demon, she had the face of an angel - at least when it wasn’t twisted with lust and spitting out the hottest filth I think I had ever heard. I kept my voice quiet as I asked her, “Hey, I think I already know the answer, but just to check - are you still good? All happy and fulfilled and satisfied with the bond?”

She beamed up at me, the innocence of the expression spoiled by the way she gently rubbed my cock along her cheek. “I’m great, Master.”

I nodded at her, smiling back, then groaned a little as I pulled myself up to a full sitting position. I carefully maneuvered around Cindy, walking the few steps needed to reach Aubrette, and knelt down in front of her. I didn’t move to touch her, instead asking her basically the same question. “And you, my beautiful Sidhe vassal? Are you good and happy with your oath?”

The redhead’s brilliant blue eyes shone with gratitude. Her lips parted, and a croak came out, forcing her to swallow a few times to be able to speak. When she did, her voice was quiet, and small. “I am very good, Master. My Lord. Whichever you prefer. Your vassal is forever grateful for you tolerating her perversions.”

That got a full laugh from me, and I reached out to begin unstrapping the Sidhe’s legs from where they were bound. “I don’t tolerate your perversions, Aubrette. The ones you’ve shown me so far? I embrace them.”

Once her legs were untied, Aubrette squeezed her thighs together immediately, which caused an audible squelching noise followed by a soft drip as moisture was forced off the seat of the chair. That, in turn, caused a flush to rise up the Fae woman’s chest from the top of her breasts all the way to the roots of her hair. I started when I heard a voice behind me, Cindy whispering in my ear after having crept up almost silently, “I’ll go get some towels. You should help rub some feeling back into her legs.”

I turned to call out after the tiny woman as she walked towards the kitchenette, “Get water too. And grab something with chocolate.” Then I turned my attention back to the woman in the chair. Despite not having been physically involved in the actual act of penetrative sex, she looked to perhaps be the most physically drained. I wondered for a moment if that had to do with my bond with Cindy, but then shoved that to the back of my thoughts to perhaps examine later, focusing instead on the gorgeous naked woman in front of me. “Do you need me to massage your legs some? Do you want me to do so?”

She nodded without speaking, and I let my hands slide up her legs, squeezing and massaging them for a couple of minutes. It was my first time really touching the Sidhe woman, and while she was gorgeous, with firm muscles that quivered under my touch, the experience was strangely more… tender than sexual.

I continued until Cindy returned. By the time she did, Aubrette seemed somewhat recovered. I made sure she got water and - again thanks to the advice of the internet - chocolate. The once-Noble Sidhe remained quiet and appeared to be completely exhausted, so I told her, “We’ll talk more in the morning - I have some time before I need to be anywhere. For now, beautiful, go get some sleep - unless you need something else first.”

The redhead nodded, rising and departing the room, and even as sexually sated as I was in that moment, I found my eyes lingering on her firm, full ass as she walked out of my bedroom.