I woke up to Cindy lazily nuzzling me in her sleep, the tiny demon fully under the blankets, with her head buried in the crook of my arm. She must have sensed me stirring and responded instinctively by shoving her face against me, because as far as I could tell, she was deep in the throes of Sloth otherwise.

I took a few moments to disentangle myself from her when I heard the sound of someone moving around in the kitchen. Once free of the sheets - and the tenaciously clingy Sin Demon - I tossed on some clothes and walked out of my bedroom.

Aubrette was standing in the middle of the kitchen, pouring coffee into two cups. Her auburn hair was damp, but no less vibrant or gorgeous as it cascaded down most of her back in wild little ringlets and curls. She was very obviously freshly out of the shower, and the scent of whatever she had used to clean herself, combined with her natural fragrance of fresh plants and sweet strawberries, filled my tiny apartment.

She was also wholly unclothed. She noticed me the moment I opened my bedroom door, but rather than making any more to cover herself, she turned her head to address me, she called out over her shoulder, “I will have your coffee ready for you in just a moment, my Lord.” I noticed that even as she spoke, the parts of her back and neck I could see flushed a bright red color to match the hair concealing it, but her motions remained smooth, measured, and graceful.

I took the seat on the sofa closest to the little table which presently held my laptop, made myself comfortable, and waited, watching with interest while she finished her preparations and brought over my coffee.

The redhead held a cup in each hand and as she walked over from the kitchen, I saw that the blush extended to her chest - her breasts were flushed crimson. Her nipples were also stiff enough that she was either cold, or enjoying herself. I accepted the cup she offered me, and did my best to keep my eyes mostly on her face as I took my first sip, before finally speaking, trying to keep my tone light. “Good morning. I’m… I’m not complaining, at all. In any way. But I am curious about, well…” My gaze flicked down over her naked body as she stood in front of the couch. “Why exactly you’re naked. Again, no complaints, just wondering.”

The blush the Sidhe woman was showing intensified, to the point that I was a little concerned for her, but when she spoke her voice was even. “You ordered me to strip last night, my Lord. You never gave me permission to put my clothes back on, so I thought it safer to remain unclothed until I could get that permission.” She moved to seat herself on the couch, taking the cushion opposite me, then took a dainty sip of her own coffee. Coffee was apparently something that existed in Faerie, but was a luxury there reserved for the elite. That meant that prior to her exile, she enjoyed the privileges of being a Noble Sidhe in service to the royal court of her kingdom and she was in a position to drink coffee - just not every single morning.

I noticed that she did not, in her explanation, actually ask for that permission. She was also clearly embarrassed by her unclothed state, but wasn’t attempting to hide herself or edge towards her bedroom now that I was up and about. I’m not always the most insightful man, but given her behavior the day before, I decided to let this particular experiment play out for a while.

I did check in just a little, though, because while I was pretty sure I wasn’t making any major missteps, I was also inexperienced enough that I wanted to double-check. “I understand. And you… you’re still keeping that second order in mind, yes?” I was referring to the second of two permanent orders I had given her: the one where I had told her to inform me if the discomfort she got from obeying any order of mine outweighed the excitement.

She bobbed her head quickly at me which did fascinating things to her chest, and said simply, “I am, my Lord.”

I took another slow sip of my coffee and watched Aubrette do the same. Or at least, I stared at Aubrette’s full breasts as she lifted her cup to her lips, I will freely admit I wasn’t really aware of what she was doing with her coffee. Eventually I dragged my gaze away, looking up to meet her clear blue eyes. She was still blushing, but her full lips were curled up into a slight smile. I cleared my throat, took another small sip of coffee, and spoke. “Well… I should check in with you after last night. I know… I know that was a little outside of what we had talked about, but…” I trailed off, shook my head quickly when I realized I didn’t know how to finish that sentence, and instead just asked, “Are you doing ok today? Any regrets, or things you want to change, or would have changed?”

The Sidhe woman’s eyes closed, and she took a deep breath, then let out a happy sigh. The blush had begun to fade from her chest, and her voice was steady as she responded, “Yes, my Lord. And no, my Lord. That was… exactly what I hoped for and more. I would not have thought to ask for it, but neither would I change anything about the evening.”

The flush suddenly returned in force as she added quietly, “Except perhaps to be closer. And to be permitted to… lie against you after.”

A wave of dismay hit me like someone had dumped cold water over my heart. I had all but chased Aubrette out of the room the night before, after only a few minutes of attention. Granted, she and I had both clearly been exhausted, but she deserved more than water and a chocolate chip cookie.

I quickly set my coffee down, turning to face the redhead and addressed her as earnestly as I could. “I’m sorry, Aubrette. Of course you’re allowed to snuggle. Do you… do you still need that? Do you want it?”

She nodded sheepishly, and I immediately motioned for her to put her own cup down, shifted a little on the couch, and beckoned her over. She complied, and a few moments later she was curled up in my lap on the couch with her legs to the side, her neck pulled in tight to put her head on my chest and her still damp hair starting to slowly soak my t-shirt. My arms were around her shoulders, one hand gently stroking her head, while her hands were tucked up in front of her. Feeling her curl into a tight ball as I embraced her, I felt suddenly very protective of this strange, beautiful, magical woman.

We remained that way for what must have been fifteen or twenty minutes, before eventually Aubrette shifted to smile at me, saying a simple, “Thank you, my Lord.” I squeezed my arms around her for a moment, then released them, and she sat back up. We both reached for our coffee cups, and we both let out a laugh when we realized what we were doing. The whole moment felt intensely intimate, for reasons that had little to do with the redhead’s nudity. In fact, it felt in a very real way to have been more intimate than anything Cindy and I had done, and I had been cumming inside the little blonde Sin Demon’s mouth or pussy on a literal daily basis for months.

I took a large gulp of my coffee, now cooled to the point that I could do so safely, and proclaimed, “I have some work to do today, but I also have an assignment for you. Give me a couple minutes to get it ready, and I’ll explain it.”

I then opened up my laptop, made sure my printer was powered on, and pulled up a bookmark I had saved on my phone. A couple minutes later, I handed Aubrette seventeen pages, freshly printed and still warm, and a pencil. Then it was my turn to blush.

“This is a… list of kinks. Of things some people like to do, or watch, or have done to them. I want you to fill it out, as completely and honestly as you can.” I paused, took a breath, and added, “I’m going to do the same thing. It’s one of the things I read about yesterday that people in a power exchange relationship should do, and it makes sense. Now… here’s the tricky part. Because of how you came into my life, we’re already in the relationship, and I still really don't want to force you into anything, so I’m also going to order you to only show me the results you’re ok with me seeing. I know that’s not exactly an easy distinction to make, but… try.”

Strangely, it wasn’t the list, or my order that gave Aubrette pause. The redhead raised an eyebrow at me, her voice musical and curious as she inquired, “Mortals are able to exchange power through their relationships? I knew that Wizards could bind others with a Geas or their own Glamours, but I was not aware that these practices were common.”

The Fae woman’s misunderstanding pulled a guffaw out of me before I could choke it down, and I nearly spilled my coffee. Eventually I managed to shake my head and explain, “No, that’s… not the kind of power they’re exchanging. Many humans are… well… like you, in that being humiliated, or controlled, makes them horny. They seek out humans who enjoy humiliating or controlling them. Or hurting them - some people are sexually aroused by receiving or giving pain. The relationships they make with each other are called power exchange relationships, because one human gives that power to the other.” I paused, realizing that for the High Sidhe woman who had literally given her power to me, that was probably still unclear. “It’s not… it’s not binding, the way yours is. Not exactly. Humans can take their power back. Sometimes. Look, I’m not an expert, but I would be happy to spend some time reading up on it, and talking over the topic with you.”

That explanation, stumbling though it was, seemed to sate Aubrette’s curiosity for the moment, and we sipped our coffee in relative silence - the Sidhe reading through the papers, me checking my emails. It was nearly surreal - I had only met the redhead a few days prior, and now she was seated naked on my couch, the blush having faded from her face, looking perfectly happy and content. More, I was just… comfortable having her there. That actually gave me pause, and I stopped reading my emails to ask about it. “Aubrette, I’m… again, I’m not complaining here, I’m just curious. Is something about your Oath to me making me comfortable? Or some of your Glamour?”

She nodded her head almost immediately. “Yes, my Lord, most likely. My Oath included swearing my magic to you. You own my Glamour, so it is no surprise you would feel comfortable with it. When you accepted my Oath, it bound itself to you until such time as you release it.”

I blinked at that, having not really expected that answer. Eventually, though, I shrugged and turned back to my phone. Maybe I shouldn’t have been comfortable with it, but I was having a hard time convincing myself of that fact. A beautiful woman had given me part of herself, and what was wrong with that?

About an hour later, Cindy emerged from the bedroom. While the little wench could - and would - happily slumber the day away in the embrace of Sloth if I allowed it, I had given her a standing order a month or so back which forced her to rise if she had been asleep for more than ten hours at a time. I had gotten tired of having to fight to get her conscious enough to comprehend my order to wake, but had discovered that if the order was there before she fell asleep, it would cut through the Sloth and get her up. True to some of her earliest promises, she didn’t even seem to mind - she beamed a bright smile at me as soon as her eyes landed on me. Then they took in Aubrette’s state of undress. As Cindy walked over to the kitchen to get herself coffee, she stripped off her shirt and dropped the pair of panties she was wearing on the floor without prompting.

I laughed at the Sin Demon’s antics, a warmth of affection for the magical women glowing in my chest.

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I eventually ordered both Aubrette and Cindy to put clothes on. It was difficult enough to concentrate just knowing there were two drop-dead gorgeous women in my apartment, let alone having them naked and sharing the couch with me. Both had obeyed without complaint - though my Sin Demon stuck out her tongue at me - and we got on about our day.

My agenda was pretty simple for the day. I had some things I needed to read ahead of time for an appointment the following day, and I wanted to study and practice some of the rituals in the tome. The consultation I was studying for was going to be a quick one - the local business director for a nearby branch of a large corporation had heard about me, but only had fifteen minutes to actually talk, so they had violated all sorts of corporate policies and sent me a dump of information to read through ahead of time. I felt… dirty… at contributing to the corporate culture even in this kind of indirect way, but the payday was good enough that I had agreed to go through with it.

The study was something ongoing. I had barely scratched the surface of the magic contained within the book Mycah had used to start the ritual which summoned Cindy to our world. The handful of rituals I had managed to work successfully though were amazing. My whole life, I had thought of myself and my family as being, well, the have-nots of the magical world. I didn’t know exactly how our Gifts worked. They were passed on to children, but I had no idea how far back they had stretched, and if there was a grand patriarch or matriarch somewhere in the past who had been powerful enough to found this dynasty. Today, though, the wisdom every single member of my family had whispered to me was simple: Avoid notice. You’re the small fish, and if you catch the attention of the big fish, they will gobble you up.

The book promised to maybe change that. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to match some of what the Wizards of legend - and my family’s stories - would do, but maybe I’d be able to raise myself up to the point that I was something other than a bottom-dweller.

Deciding to get the unpleasant work done first, I read through page after page of emailed PDFs, Excel sheets, and Word documents on my laptop. Aubrette sat with my cell phone in one hand on the opposite side of the couch, using it to look up terms from the checklist she wasn’t familiar with, and occasionally reaching down to mark the papers. Cindy had pulled a blanket around herself and occupied the middle of the couch, watching someone stream their drawing on Twitch, somehow absorbing bits of Pride as she did so.

I was about halfway through my own ‘required reading’ assignment when Aubrette held the stack of printed paper over to me - reaching right over Cindy to do so. My eyebrows raised in surprise, and I looked up from my laptop, accepting them but not looking at them immediately. “You don’t have to tell me all of this immediately, Aubrette. Remember, only the things you’re comfortable with.”

To my surprise, the Sidhe sounded confident when she replied, without any of the hesitation she sometimes showed around sexual topics. “I know, my Lord. You have already shown yourself to be more accepting than my previous lieges ever were. I see no choice but to reveal every part of myself to you and simply beg you to use me and my service in the way you best see fit. I am yours, my Lord, however you will have me.”

I blinked in surprise at the sudden declaration, and was trying to form an appropriate response when Cindy ruined the moment - just a little - by adding, “Plus she’s super wet at the thought of you finding out just how perverted a slut she really is.”

That brought a frown to my lips, and I was about to admonish my Sin Demon for her crass words, but I caught Aubrette rubbing her thighs together in response, so I let it slide. Instead, I simply gave a shorter version of what I was trying to say in the first place, deliberately ignoring the little demon brat. “Thank you, Aubrette, for your trust. I will try to be the Liege you deserve. And the one you want.”

That said, though, I needed to finish my paying work before I got to more fun topics, so I set the papers aside, rubbed my temples, and pulled up the next spreadsheet. As I let myself get absorbed in sales figures and supplier rates, I also privately vowed to myself not to let the corporate world get its hooks in me.

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An hour later, I was done with my reading, and pretty sure I knew enough that I’d be able to get whatever questions my customer wanted answered pretty accurately when it came time to meet.

I also had a headache. I stood up, got some water, and stretched, then paced around my apartment a little to clear my mind. Then I looked at where Cindy was still curled up in a lump in the middle of the couch and my face lit up in a grin. A slightly pained grin, but a grin just the same.

“Cindy, my ever enthusiastic evil… ingénue.” I stumbled over the last word in my alliteration, and she pounced on that immediately.

“That starts with an ‘i’. Also you can’t have an evil ingénue, that’s an oxymoron. If anything, I am your cute compliant carnal cumdump.” She only turned her face when she was done speaking, and that was to flash a bright smile at me. “What can I do for you, Master? Along those lines…?”

I laughed and resumed my spot on the couch, stripping off my shirt. “Come rub my shoulders and my head. I need to clear my thoughts and relax before I try anything from the tome.” Even as Cindy stood to obey my command, I closed my eyes and put my arms out to either side to relax, kicking my feet out ahead of me as far as they would go. Soon enough, I felt dainty, but inexorably strong fingers rubbing in slow circles at the base of my neck, beginning a massage there and starting to slowly work up. Only a few moments after that, my eyes shot open in surprise when I felt another set of hands begin rubbing at my feet.

I hadn’t noticed Aubrette getting up when Cindy did, but she was now kneeling at my feet, giving me a foot massage while my Sin Demon worked my head and shoulders. I raised an eyebrow down at her for a moment, and got a gentle smile in return. Shrugging, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to be pampered.

About twenty minutes later, I decided that having a pair of beautiful women just… touch me, even in a non-sexual context, was one of the best things to ever happen.

Eventually, I had to admit to myself that I was probably as relaxed as I was going to be, and if I allowed my vassal and my bound demon to continue, I would just fall asleep and get nothing done. That was… tempting, but I was excited enough about learning new rituals that I forced my eyelids open and mumbled, “Enough. That’s… that’s enough. Thank you both.”

Aubrette gently lowered my foot to the ground, while Cindy stretched forward over the back of the couch to plant a quick kiss on my cheek - and reach a hand down to tweak my exposed nipple. I yelped and turned around to glare at her, but then laughed at the innocent expression she was wearing. She simpered and in her husky voice said simply, “Ingénue, remember?”

I didn’t really have room in my apartment that I could use as a ‘ritual space’ or anything like that. There just weren’t enough square feet available. At least… until Aubrette came along. When I explained that Cindy and I were going to go find an empty parking lot to study in, she asked, “Why don’t I simply create a temporary space for you?”

I blinked, then smacked my own forehead lightly. Why didn’t I just have Aubrette create a space?

It turned out that maintaining an empty additional room for us to use was not something that the Sidhe would be able to do long-term, but she could manage it for short stints while we practiced as long as I was willing to feed Cindy some additional Sin to compensate for what I drew through the bond to pass on to Aubrette through her Oath.

Trying to follow - let alone make sense of - the flow of magic through our complicated three way link was enough to make my head spin a little, so I pushed that aside, and trusted that the magical creatures bound to me would help keep everything working as needed. It would probably mean I’d have to spend a little extra time during the day topping Cindy off, but that was a “sacrifice” I was eager to make.

The room we wound up in was in a vaguely similar style to the rest of my apartment, but with hideous yellow linoleum tiling covering the floor. Several of the rituals I wanted to try to decipher required circles or diagrams on the floor, so carpet wouldn’t cut it. This was the easiest non-carpeted room for Aubrette to maintain that fit our needs - no matter how ugly it was. The door was on the wall of my kitchenette, right next to the fridge, and I tried not to think of what kind of reality resulted in its presence.

Cindy had brought up the toolbox from my car once we realized we wouldn’t need to leave the apartment to practice. We unpacked it a little, set the first required reagents aside, and I got to work. Before long, I had an inscribed circle of runes drawn in salt on the floor, each carefully connected to the next. My handwriting was never the cleanest, but with Cindy helping make minute corrections, it appeared to match the drawings in the tome. I carefully lit the small bundle of herbs with a cheap Bic lighter, and started trying to work through the pronunciation of the chant required.

My Gift was of help here, but there was an enormous amount of trial and error as well. The time I had completed the ritual to bring Cindy fully into the material world, I had let myself be guided by the certain death which was the result of any missteps. I had been walking a tightrope over a yawning chasm. The path was easy to find, because there was only one way forward that didn’t lead to my doom.

Deciphering rituals was more like trying to navigate an old-growth forest. There were dozens, hundreds of paths ahead of me, and even the ones that didn’t result in the ritual working might lead to an outcome I would consider positive. As such, all my Gift could really do was steer me clear of the obvious pitfalls, leaving me to figure out the ‘correct’ way forward by trying over and over until I succeeded.

After the third time I started the chant over, however, a melodious voice cut in, interrupting me. “My Lord, would you like me to assist? I believe the language you’re trying to read is a transliteration of proto-Germanic. It is quite similar to what my nation spoke most commonly in Faerie.”

I turned to stare at Aubrette for a moment, before blurting out, “Yes, of course!” Then I caught myself and asked, “Wait, proto-Germanic? Aren’t Sidhe from Ireland? Or Scotland?”

The Fae woman favored me with a warm smile, but shook her head. “No, my Lord. Not all of us. The portion of Faerie I lived in was once connected to somewhere in what is now southwestern Germany, I think. We haven’t had much contact with the mortal realm for some time, but there was a shift in our connection perhaps… two hundred years ago or less? It was in the midst of an ongoing conflict with our neighbors, so I don’t know that it was ever truly investigated.”

I listened in rapt attention, fascinated by the information and its implications as she continued. “There are connections to Faerie across the mortal realm, though, and the denizens will likely reflect the nations to which they are most closely connected.” She twirled her fingers through a loose curl of hair, and added, “There are redheads in Germany and France too, my Lord.”

I smiled at that, nodding. “I… well, to your original question, yes, I would love to have your assistance. I’m not sure why a tome of infernal rituals has some of them in proto-Germanic, but if you can help decipher them, it is more than welcome. I do want to learn more about your people and your home later, though, if you’re still up for talking about it.”

Aubrette curtseyed - she was once again wearing her forest green one piece dress, and the motion was both fetching and delicate - before walking up and kneeling smoothly behind me. Reading over my shoulder, she brought her lips to my ear and whispered, slowly and carefully enunciating to make it easier for me to follow.

I had a little notebook I had been keeping records in - which at this point, probably qualified as a spellbook of its own - and I dutifully recorded the High Sidhe’s pronunciation as best I could in it. Then I repeated it out loud, and let her correct me, making a couple adjustments in the notebook and trying again. The third time, the Fae woman murmured behind me, “Very good, my Lord. Perhaps not perfect, but close enough I think.”

With that endorsement, I lit a fresh bundle of herbs - thankful we wouldn’t have to clean up the ash left over in the room when we were done - and began my chant. The bundle wove a pattern through the air, but this time when I spoke the trail of smoke left by the burning herbs hung in place, forming complex three-dimensional shapes. When the chant completed, the smoke-runes lit up abruptly before bursting into a flash of fire that vanished as quickly as it had appeared. I blinked away the sudden white spots in my eyes and looked around the room, remembering after a second the last step - I picked up a shot glass containing a tiny amount of liquid and downed it.

“Well, that clearly did something. I guess… time to head somewhere to check it out. I’m going to go pick up chinese food!”

With Aubrette’s gift, I didn’t need to actually go get food anymore, but that wasn’t the real reason for the trip. My local hole-in-the-wall Chinese place had a vocal staff, and the Hong Kong emigrant cooks were constantly yelling to each other in Cantonese. Picking up food there would give me the chance to test out the ritual without having to explain what I was doing.

Thirty minutes later, I stepped through the glass door into the fluorescent-lit interior of the restaurant, all but quivering with excitement. Of all the rituals Cindy and I had looked at to date, this was the one that spoke to me the most. Lots of the other ones had the potential to be useful, but the idea of being able to travel anywhere in the world and both understand and be understood was just so damn cool.

At first, I didn’t think it worked. The older Chinese woman at the counter waved me over, asking in English what I was there for. Hazard of being white - she obviously pegged me as an English speaker. I got to the counter, gave her my name and told her I was there for pick-up, and waited. She turned and yelled back to have my order brought up, and I heard the response. The cooks paused their conversation, then resumed talking about how their kids were doing at school, gossiping and bragging.

Only as the brown paper bag with my order was being delivered did I realize that the words I was understanding weren’t the result of the staff speaking English. Nothing I heard from the moment my order was called back had been English, that fact just didn’t bother my brain any. The words just… worked. The sounds weren’t what I was used to, the word order was different, I just… knew what they were saying.

I practically skipped to my car.

Cindy and Aubrette could obviously sense my good mood when I returned, because both of them immediately congratulated me on my success. Aubrette did so with some light applause, while Cindy waited until I had set dinner down, then launched herself at me, wrapping her legs around my waist and pulling me into a kiss. Then she yanked herself up my body while I struggled to stay balanced, whispering hotly into my ear, “Reward Aubrette for that. And me. Especially me.”

Her advice delivered, the Sin Demon lowered herself to the ground gracefully. I eyed her briefly, trying to decide how much stock to put in her advice, ultimately deciding that rewards of some sort were probably in order. In a bit.

I set out the food I brought back - the cheap plastic containers suddenly seeming paltry compared to the past couple nights’ feasting. That thought brought me up short, and I dwelled on it while the three of us ate Schezwan chicken, Mu Shu pork, fried rice and egg rolls.

My recent run of success had been exhilarating, but… I didn’t want to get lost in that, and lose track of the world outside of myself and my new magic. I didn’t know how to guarantee that I wouldn’t, but I resolved to try.

I put on a movie, letting the girls pick the first thing that looked interesting to them, while I paid attention to something far more important. I pulled out my laptop and Aubrette’s completed checklist, and started reading through the latter, while taking some notes for myself - and doing the occasional bit of research - on the former. What I found was… eye opening, and not exactly what I had expected. She had even made notes beside some items. I also knew she was very aware of me reading it, because more than once I glanced over at her, only to see her looking back - usually before she flushed a bright red and abruptly looked back at the tv.

I had printed out a list to fill out myself, but hadn’t yet done so. Still, just reading through Aubrette’s responses gave me lots of ideas to try. Some of my ideas needed props and tools to carry through, so I mentally filed those away for later, but several of them I could manage tonight if I wanted. I thought about Cindy’s advice earlier, looked through the sheets of paper again until I found the section I wanted, confirming that I remembered the Sidhe’s selections correctly.

I carefully re-stacked the completed checklist, placed it and my laptop aside, then settled in to join the girls for the remainder of the movie.

The evening was yet young when that film ended, which fit nicely into my new plans. I got up, stretched, used the restroom and washed up a little, wanting to be ready and in good shape to avoid being interrupted. Then I made my way back to the couch, where the women were still seated. I picked a new movie, this time selecting something decidedly targeted towards a young adult male audience - lots of explosions and exposed skin - but also one I had seen before. I wasn’t planning on paying the most attention to it, and didn’t want to miss out. Then I stood back up and looked back and forth between Cindy and Aubrette, before barking a single word order. “Strip.”

Cindy’s shirt hit me in the chest about half a second later. My Sidhe vassal was a little slower to respond, but soon enough she was rising from the couch to remove her dress, revealing that she was once again flushed a bright red, her lips parted in excitement. My Sin Demon had just finished wriggling her way out of her shorts and panties, dropping them unceremoniously on the floor by the couch, when I made a shooing motion at her. “Scootch, I’m claiming the middle.” She complied, I took the middle seat, and then I beckoned for both girls to sit down as I hit play.

As the movie started playing, I stretched out my arms to either side, wrapping them around both women’s shoulders. Cindy responded by snuggling in close on my right, pressing her head to my chest while she watched the movie. Aubrette wiggled in a little bit on my left until her hip pressed to mine, but otherwise remained seated upright. Glancing over revealed that though her eyes were fixed on the screen, she was still blushing a bright red at her nudity. Still, she made no move to pull away from my touch - even leaning into me a little - which I took as a good sign.

The movie started, and while all three of us had eyes on the screen, I don’t think any one of us was actually paying attention to the plot. Dozens of explosions and about twenty minutes later, I shifted slightly to sit up straighter, and let my left hand drift off of Aubrette’s shoulder and over onto her chest. I didn’t grab or squeeze, or even particularly move my hand once it was there, instead letting it lightly cup one of her full breasts, but I felt her stiffen in response. Then I felt her melt against me, slouching down a little to make it easier for me to reach without having to raise my arm quite so much.

Cindy perked up at that - whether she felt my motion or the Lust in the air, I couldn’t guess - and she began slowly wriggling against me, just tiny constant motions from the petite blonde as she worked her body against my side.

I had actually been waiting for that, and took it as my queue to advance to the next step of the plan. I took my right arm off of the Sin Demon’s shoulder, instead slipping it up her neck and letting my fingers grip her hair. I then slowly pushed down, forcing her head into my lap. Well, ‘forcing’ - she moved along with the motion eagerly. The compliant demon’s face was soon in my lap, and I didn’t even need to encourage her before she was nuzzling my incredibly hard cock through my pants. Releasing her hair, I instead carefully unzipped my jeans.

Cindy, insatiable slut that she was, didn’t need further prompting. A delicate hand worked its way into my pants and - with some careful finagling - extracted my shaft. I rested my hand on the back of the Sin Demon’s neck, fingers lightly curling around it, and soon after her head was bobbing up and down in my lap.

I felt Aubrette’s reaction more than seeing it, since I was steadfastly keeping my head facing forward to watch the movie. The Sidhe woman was trying to do the same, but failing in a big way. Her head kept moving to glance down at where Cindy was fellating me. The blonde was alternating between short sharp bobs of her head to slide her lips along my shaft, and wrapping her hand around the base of my cock while she sucked and licked, making no move at all to be subtle - or quiet - about it. The explosions from the movie occasionally drowned out the noises coming from my lap, but any time there was a lull in the action, the slurping noises were abundantly obvious.

All the while, I did my absolute best to just… ignore what was going on. I kept my left arm wrapped around Aubrette, my hand resting lightly on her breast, but didn’t make any move to do more than that. My fingers on my right hand remained at the back of Cindy’s neck, just over her shoulders, but aside from shifting slightly to maintain contact when she adjusted her position to be better able to shove my cock down her throat, I didn’t so much as squeeze.

Months of living with a sex fiend like Cindy had heightened my control beyond anything teenage me could have imagined, so despite the absolute ecstasy of the little blonde minx sucking me enthusiastically, I kept stoic and still as the movie played on. Before long, I started to feel movement to my left as well, a quick shift from Aubrette, followed by a slow rocking. Glancing over quickly, I saw that she had slipped one of her hands between her thighs, and was gently shifting her hips to grind against her own fingers.

That wouldn’t do at all for my plan, so I removed my hand from Cindy’s neck, reached over, and grasped Aubrette’s wrist. She made no move to resist as I gently pulled her arm away, her fingers slipping from between her thighs. Instead, I shifted it over until her hand was resting on the head which bobbed up and down in my lap.

The redhead froze when she realized what I had done. Cindy paused in her attentions - taking the opportunity to bury the head of my cock in her throat and swallow a few times, but then resumed her motion, and this time Aubrette’s hand moved with her.

The three of us stayed like that for… a while. I watched the movie - or at least, my eyes stayed pointed at the screen - but the only reason I could tell you what happened is that I had seen it before. For all the stern front I was putting up, having a tall gorgeous redhead fairy naked and pressed to my side while an elfin blonde sex demon gave me an avid - if leisurely - blowjob did not leave me with a great deal of brainpower to spare.

Eventually, right as the movie began to reach its climax, I realized I was in danger of doing the same. I bought myself just a little time by pushing Cindy’s head down, and she compliantly relaxed her throat to take me in, swallowing as her lips pressed into my pubic hair. I squeezed the hand on Aubrette’s breast once, unable to resist feeling how it filled my hand, giving and pliant beneath my fingers, then released her and pulled my arm back. I pointed to the empty space on the carpet in front of me, turned my head to the left, and ordered my vassal, “Kneel. Knees apart, on the carpet in front of me, butt on your feet.”

The Sidhe woman let out a breathy squeak and scrambled to comply, and soon enough was looking up at me from the floor. With her knees apart, I could watch moisture dripping down both of her thighs, and glancing back to where she had been sitting, I realized she had left a sizable wet spot on the couch. A distant part of my mind noted I was going to have to clean that later, but I dismissed the thought as non-urgent. I slipped my fingers through Cindy’s hair, pulling her off of my cock with a wet pop - I was sure by now that she did that on purpose - and looked at the redhead in front of me. I ordered, “You may touch yourself - but you may not cum until I do,” then I shifted forwards, scooting to the edge of the couch. This put me close to Aubrette - specifically, it brought my cock to less than a foot away from her lovely chest.

I turned to my right, only to see delicate features sporting a lascivious grin looking back at me. Patting the Sin Demon on her multicolored hair, I commanded her in turn. “My dear little slut-slave, be a dear. Your sister-in-service can’t cum until I do, so I need you to jack me off onto her fantastic rack.”

The “Yes, Master!” that Cindy gave in response was loud enough that the neighbors had to have heard it. The tiny blonde scrambled up onto the couch, confusing me until I realized what she was doing. She slipped her legs around me, scooting between me and the back of the couch until she was embracing me from behind. I felt the heat of her cunt against my back as she ground her body against mine, before reaching around my body to wrap her hand around my cock. I was still slick with her saliva, so her grip moved easily, the small fingers making my shaft look huge in comparison.

As close to Aubrette as I was, I couldn’t really see past her tits to watch her hand at work, but the movement of her shoulders - and the way she was shaking and quivering - told me she had taken advantage of my permission and was fingering her soaked slit. I couldn’t decide which was hotter to watch while she did - the way her chest arrhythmically shuddered and quaked, sending delightful ripples through her full mounds, or the look on her face as she gasped and moaned. Her eyes remained fixed on my cock as my Sin Demon jacked me off less than a foot from her face.

That, ultimately, was what pushed me over the edge. Cindy had been sucking me off for nearly an hour prior, but seeing the helplessly fascinated way the normally stately and prim auburn haired Sidhe watched me get jacked off had me finally lose control. I groaned loudly, my balls pulling up and then pulsing as I shot ropes of cum onto Aubrette. The first strands missed her chest, instead aiming high and splashing along her cheek and lips. The next few, though, Cindy was able to adjust, and soon sticky white cum was landing all over the impressive tits of my Sidhe vassal.

The moment my cum touched her face, Aubrette let out a moan of her own, her orgasm following instantly on the heels of my own. While I fought to keep my eyes open, she seemed to have no such trouble - her gaze was fixed on my cock as I shot my load over her, and after a moment her free hand slid up her chest to begin smearing my cum over her breasts as she writhed in ecstasy. That was maybe one of the hottest things I had seen in my life, but as addled as my wits were in the moment, the only way I could sum up my thoughts was to all but shout, “Fuck, yes!”

A few moments later, I managed to come to my senses. Cindy’s fingers were wrapped around the base of my cock, squeezing in time with my heartbeat. Aubrette had her eyes closed and her lips parted in delight, both of her hands sliding lazily over her breasts to rub my cum into her skin. I could feel the Sin Demon behind me slowly undulating, her lithe body pressed to my back as she wriggled delightfully against me.

I blinked a couple times to clear my head, then managed to speak. “Cindy, you can stop.” She released her fingers from around my dick, speaking right next to my ear while still wrapped around me.

“Thank you for allowing your slutty little demon slave jack you off over the tits of her fellow fucktoy, Master. That was an excellent reward, Master.” I wasn’t entirely sure about her characterizing Aubrette as a fucktoy, but I also couldn’t deny the way my dick twitched at her words, so clearly some part of me approved.

I waited until the Sin Demon had slipped to the side, lazily sprawling naked on the couch to my right, before turning to look at her. When she saw that my eyes were on her, she beamed a smile up at me and spent a moment letting her hands play over her tight, athletic body, tweaking one of her nipples hard in the process. I watched for a moment, then eventually told her, “You are very welcome, but… that wasn’t your reward, that was Aubrette’s.”

That done, I turned back towards the redhead. She had dropped back to put her butt on her heels once more, but was still obediently kneeling where I had ordered her, knees spread apart. She had done an admirable job in smearing my cum over her breasts, and the full mounds were slick and shiny with it. They were also a bright red, as her entire upper torso was gripped in a brilliant blush. Her brilliant blue eyes were pointed fixedly forward, staring straight through me as she tried to power through and ignore her shame.

I took in the sight and couldn’t help myself. I slowly and carefully rose, letting my still hard dick make contact with the redheads slippery cleavage and drag along the top of her breasts. She groaned softly, shifting her torso to try to maintain contact, but I eventually moved past her, stepping away. Then I turned back to look at both the Sidhe and the demon. The two women were physically as different as they could be: one tiny and athletic, a tightly wound package of sexual energy; the other tall and all gentle curves, and a continually flowing waterfall of perversion and depravity that she had been trying to keep concealed from the world for centuries. They were also both naked, wet, and mine. As that thought sunk into my head, I knew that I was in no danger of actually going soft just yet.

I walked around to the back of the couch so I could lean down. I had intended just to whisper in Cindy’s ear, but she spread her legs, showing off her slippery bald cunt to me, and I couldn’t help but accept the invitation. As I put my lips near her ears, I slid two fingers inside of her, pumping them in and out slowly. I murmured a few instructions, and they had her eyes lighting up before she rushed off towards the bedroom.

I then turned to Aubrette, grinning when I saw the look on her face. She looked… happy. She burned with embarrassment still, and her hips occasionally rocked from side to side, reflexively trying to rub her thighs together even while she obeyed my order to keep her knees spread, but her lips were curled up in a smile that reached all the way to her eyes. I beckoned her towards me.

“You, Aubrette, are a dirty girl. You and I are going to go shower and clean you up.”

My shower with the Fae woman was immensely fun. I had just sprayed my cum all over her tits, and she then proceeded to rub it all over herself, so I naturally had to begin by ensuring those got cleaned up. I spent a number of minutes in the confines of my slightly-too-small shower, soaping up the redheads breasts and then scrubbing them clean. With my hands. The slippery mounds were firm, but yielded easily under my fingers, each one well more than a handful for me. They were easily the biggest breasts I’d had the chance to play with, and from the look on her face - and the way she kept biting her lower lip - they were delightfully sensitive.

Eventually, I let my hands wander elsewhere. It was the first time I had really touched Aubrette - prior to then, most of my contact had been incidental or in passing - so I took advantage of the endless hot water from my apartment to really explore her body. I did take the time to wash the apparently endless nectar she had gushed while fingering herself from between her legs, but deliberately didn’t linger there. Ok, I may have allowed myself the luxury of sliding my fingers along the slick lips of her auburn-framed pussy, but only briefly, before forcing myself away so we could actually get clean.

We took turns patting each other dry when I finally turned off the water, and I wasn’t sure which I enjoyed more: toweling off a gorgeous redhead dry, or having a beautiful submissive redhead towel me dry.

Eventually, High Sidhe in tow, I walked back towards my bedroom - naked erection bobbing proudly ahead of me to lead the way. Inside, face down and ass in the air, was Cindy. She had dutifully spread towels across the bed over the sheets. Much like the last time I walked into my bedroom to see the tiny blonde already bent over for me, her hand was already between her thighs. Unlike last time, her fingers weren’t touching her clearly sodden pussy. Instead, they were probing gently at the slightly darker ring of her asshole, pushing just inside. They also gleamed and glistened as they moved, and the bottle of lube laying on the towels beside her was a clear indicator of why.

I grabbed Aubrette’s hand and pulled her along with me. Climbing onto the bed, I moved to kneel between Cindy’s feet, pulling my redhead vassal along beside me. There wasn’t a great deal of room on my bed, so I very rapidly found myself nestled between the two women, with Aubrette having to press herself to my back. I reflected for a moment on the delightful differences between the full breasts squishing into me and the earlier sensation of the tiny Sin Demon basically crawling over me, but then focused on the moment again. Reaching past Cindy - the head of my cock sliding along thighs slick with her juices as I did so - I grabbed the bottle of lube and passed it back to Aubrette.

“Vassal. I need you to use this to lube up my cock, so I can finally take my demon-slut’s asshole.” Cindy wiggled her hips in response to that, letting out a pleased wordless hum, while Aubrette’s body slumped forward against me a little, pressing her breasts against me firmly. When she spoke, her voice was a little unsteady, but thick with lust.

“Yes, my Lord, this dirty vassal will help prepare you to… to… to claim her sister-slut’s asshole.” I loved the sound of that.

Soon, Aubrette’s hand was pumping along the shaft of my cock. She had squirted lube first onto the top of my shaft in a line, then another into her palm, before wrapping her fingers around my length for the first time. Bound by duty - and clearly not just a little turned on - she jacked me off, the tip of my cock bobbing inches away from Cindy’s little pink glistening star, which flexed and squeezed rhythmically.

I slid my hands forward, letting them wrap around the Sin Demon’s narrow hips, as I instructed, “Now, Vassal - guide me into my fuckhole demon’s ass.”

I thrust forward slowly, and Aubrette moved with me. Her body remained pressed to my back, and her fingers wrapped around the base of my cock to help steer me home. The swollen head of my dick pressed into the slicked up ring of muscle, feeling it flex and twitch against me. And then it continued to do so, pushing farther forward. Slowly, inexorably, I felt Cindy’s ass slide open around the slicked up length of my cock, gradually opening to accept me.

The tiny demon let out a long moan of satisfaction as she finally felt the head of my cock pop past her sphincter, groaning out, “Fucking at last. Thank you, Master.” I paused there, looking for any signs of discomfort from the girl. Instead, she wiggled her hips from side to side, and then abruptly pushed back on the bed. Trapped between the blonde woman and Aubrette, I had nowhere to go as my Sin Demon slut shoved back until half of my cock was up her ass. The only thing that stopped her was that she ran into Aubrette’s hand, still wrapped around the base of my dick.

I turned my head to look over my shoulder at the Sidhe woman, doing my best to keep my words inteligible. “Good job, Vassal. You may play with yourself and cum as much as you like while you watch from the bed.” The redhead’s fingers reluctantly slipped from my dick as she moved, and Cindy took that opportunity to push back again, the firm muscles of her backside slamming into my hips as she fully impaled her asshole on my rock hard erection.

As Aubrette slipped to the side, her lube covered hand instantly slipping towards her own sodden hole, I focused my attention on the eager blonde in front of me. The sensation of being inside her asshole was different from what I had expected. The tiny woman’s cunt was incredibly tight and wrapped itself snugly around the length of my shaft and head. The ring of muscles around the base of her asshole was, if anything, tighter still, but beyond there, there weren’t any muscles to grip me, just silky intestine coated in lube. I wouldn’t have said that it was inherently better than her greedy - and talented - cunt were, but neither was it anything less than wonderful.

There was also something incredible in knowing that not only was I taking the Sin Demon’s ass for the first time, but I was doing so after her begging me to, rewarding her with my cock up her butt for her excellent service. I pulled back experimentally, having room to move now that my redheaded Sidhe was fingering herself to the side instead of pressing up behind me. My cock slipped halfway out of Cindy’s ass, the copious lube helping it slide along easily. The squeezing of the tight ring of muscles followed, and I added another point towards fucking the demon’s butt: watching my dick sliding in and out of the tiny demon’s ass was incredibly erotic, her tight body looking tiny compared to the girth of my erection sliding into her.

She turned her head back to look up at me, face still pressed to the towels on the bed, as she asked coyly, “Master, will you do this unworthy whore a slut a favor?”

I cocked an eyebrow at that, looking down at the woman whose ass I was half buried in. “What favor would that be?”

She smiled languidly up at me as, in her husky voice, she begged. “Will you please destroy this wanton fuckhole’s ass? Will you break her in and fill her asshole with your cum so she can finally feel like a complete and worthy fucktoy for you?”

My hips slammed forward, sending Cindy’s face sliding along the towels. I buried myself in her, then pulled back. Using my hands on her narrow hips as handles, I pulled her back against myself, seeking to carve myself into her flesh. I felt the ring of her asshole squeezing around me, pulsing as I fucked it. Again and again, I pulled back until the head of my cock was barely inside her, before pulling her against me and slamming home again, all while she spewed barely coherent filth from her delicious mouth. “Fuck, yes, fuck I love your cock! Fill your fucking whore-slut’s ass, Master, finally! Split me open with that massive meat-stick, make my body understand that you fucking own it!”

After a few minutes, I pushed the tiny blonde forward, shoving her flat onto the bed, while I followed - never letting myself slip out of her tight asshole. I trapped her body against the mattress, the box spring beneath us letting out the occasional squeak of protest as I slammed my hips down into my eager fucktoy. Her face ground into the towels, but that wasn’t enough to stop her speech - it just meant that much of it came out muffled. “Fucking use my asshole like it’s your right. It is, Master, fuck my asshole any time you want. All the time. Fucking wear my ass like a condom. I live to be filled with your massive dick, my master, my lord, my owner.”

My hands tightened on her hips, squeezing hard, using my grip on her body to hold me up while I plundered her tight ring. Feeling the muscle sliding up and down my shaft was incredible - it was like she had her fingers wrapped around me and was jacking me off, even while the depths of her bowels slid along the head of my dick to add their own lighter stimulation.

A moan to my side caught my attention, and I flicked my gaze up long enough take in Aubrette. The tall redhead had shoved herself up on the bed where it met the wall, using that for support as she lewdly spread her legs to either side - nearly kicking Cindy in the head in the process. She had one hand between her thighs and was frantically fucking herself with two fingers, while the other grasped and squeezed at one of her breasts. Her eyes, though, were fixed at the point where she could watch my cock sliding in and out of the depths of my bound demon’s ass.

Either Cindy happened to catch my gaze, her Lust-related powers told her, or she just had great timing, because she added without hesitation, “The only time I want you to take your dick out of me is when you’re fucking your redheaded pervert. I want you to lube up your cock in my drenched pussy, then fuck her fat tits and cum on our faces. I want you to cum inside her then make me lick the cum out of her cunt. I want you to make her sit on my face so I can lick your balls while you make the dirty bitch squeal and fill her womb to overflowing.”

That… was enough. I pumped my hips a few more times, then slammed them forward, letting out an incoherent groan of my own. My balls churned, and while I had cum once less than an hour before, it felt like I filled the petite blonde’s ass so full of my cum she had to be overflowing. I was dimly aware of Aubrette’s legs spasming as she brought herself to her own orgasm, and the “Fuckfuckfuckyess! Finally! Yess fill your fucktoy’s ass Master! Thank you! Thank you!” from Cindy - combined with the way the tight ring of muscle wrapped around the base of my cock twitched and spasmed around me - told me that the Sin Demon was cumming as I filled her bowels.

Cindy was the first to recover, but trapped between my body and the mattress, all that meant is that she started shifting her hips gently and deliberately flexing her asshole around me. That sent shockwaves of pleasure through my almost over-sensitive cock, and my eyes shot wide open. I took in the lewd tableau - my Sin Demon covered in sweat and lube, my cock still buried in her tiny asshole, a bright smile on her elfin face. Aubrette, all but collapsed to the side, leaning against the wall with her hand absolutely soaked in her juices and lube. My Sidhe vassal appeared to be all but insensible, her eyes closed, and her lips parted as she panted to catch her breath.

Slowly, carefully, and very reluctantly, I pulled my hips back until I escaped the grip of the wanton demon’s asshole. She pouted up at me cutely, but didn’t otherwise comment. I reached one hand over the short distance to lay it on Aubrette’s leg just above her knee, rousing her. Then I ordered, “C’mon. We’re all going to squeeze into the shower and get clean, then we’re all going to go snuggle in Aubrette’s big bed for the night.”

That got a warm smile from the redhead, and an expression of glee from Cindy as she eyed the Sidhe’s big tits eagerly. This was going to be fun.