Several things happened over the next few months.

Aubrette helped me decipher and decode several new rituals in the book I had come to think of as my spellbook. I received the reagents and tools I needed, and with her help I learned to perform a couple of them successfully. Unfortunately, more than half of the new rituals were, to my mind, useless. Glamour as a power was tightly tied to the magics of the Fae. While there were denizens of Faerie who had the ability to, for example, heal wounds or change into animals, the Sidhe specialized in charming and manipulating minds, and it was those rituals that my Fae concubine could assist with.

Don’t get me wrong - the ability to make myself look like someone else was damn cool, but it also wasn’t something I really had much call for in day to day life. Further, since that particular ritual made other people see something that wasn’t there, it turned out to be ineffective against cameras. I had Cindy record me with my cell phone the first time I managed the ritual, so I could see what I looked like, only to be disappointed when I discovered that as far as the camera was concerned, nothing changed.

Worse still, several of the other rituals left a bad taste in my mouth just learning about them. I had enough of a moral conundrum around having Cindy and Aubrette tied to me. Some of the rituals my tall fairy was able to decipher revolved around compelling people in one way or another - either by temporarily wrapping Glamour around myself so that I became so fascinating that people would obey me, or by lacing another’s thoughts with Glamour such that they were compelled to behave a certain way. I had already decided, months back when I first met my Sin Demon, that I wasn’t the kind of person who would force that kind of thing on anyone.

Still, with Aubrette’s help I was able to master a couple of rituals that were both ethically sound and practically useful. Specifically, I had added two services to my repertoire of offerings for sale: Motivation, and Sleep. The former was vaguely adjacent to the compulsions I avoided, but instead of forcing people to do any specific thing, it made it easier for them to do whatever they set out to. Kind’ve like a magical Adderall. The latter made me laugh when I realized what I could do, and it did not take long before I had a couple repeat customers in my contact list - chronic insomniacs who were willing to pay for a solid night’s sleep.

A couple weeks after Aubrette joined my household, I finally introduced her to Sara. The apartment complex rules about long term guests existed, but I knew the pretty hispanic landlady never made it a point to enforce them, so I wasn’t worried about her knowing that I had the two women living with me. A bigger concern was that she would figure out that neither woman was actually human. I solved that hurdle in a particularly ingenious way: I told her.

I don’t know if Sara fully believed me when I informed her that my new roommates were a demon and a fairy, but I was actually consistently paying rent on time, so she didn’t make an issue of it. More importantly, I talked her into taking Cindy and Aubrette out shopping somewhere other than the mall. Maybe the outfits my fae concubine came home with weren’t quite as trendy as her initial few, but thanks to Sara I didn’t go broke trying to let her build up a small wardrobe.

I’m not entirely sure what the three women talked about while off on their shopping trips, but I did notice my short landlady - barely taller than Cindy - near my apartment more often after that. I was mildly concerned she thought I was sex trafficking the girls, or abusing them somehow, or something, but she never did more than eye me speculatively, so I didn’t press the issue.

Aubrette officially started her cleaning service. We printed out some flyers and dropped them around the apartment building common areas - with Sara’s blessing - and she got some customers. Not many at first, but word spread and her business picked up. It didn’t offer a ton of additional income, but since her business expenses were basically null thanks to her unique power, it meant money started to pile up in my bank account.

I got an accountant. She was a grizzled old battleaxe of a woman who brooked no nonsense, took no shit, and had a rasp in her voice reflecting a pack-a-day habit she had never broken. I absolutely loved her - the first meeting I had with her, she pounced on any evasions I tried to make about where any of my money came from and where it went, refusing to drop the topic until she had shaken the full truth from me. And then she proceeded to swivel one of her surprisingly new computer monitors around so I could follow along as she helped me structure my finances.

I have absolutely no idea if Trudy - Ms. Gertrude Miller - actually believed in what I was doing at all. She certainly never asked for my services. Instead, she helped me set up a business bank account and file my taxes, without making me want to tear my hair out. Aubrette told me that I should hire her as my seneschal when I founded my House. I told her that I didn’t think Trudy would accept, but that I would keep her in mind.

I learned more about magic. Not just deciphering rituals from the book, but between Aubrette and Cindy I started to learn a little about how magic worked. Not much, admittedly; both women were enthusiastic, but the direct connection they had to their inherent magics wasn’t a good analog to how I interacted with magic other than my gift.

What I did figure out was that infernal magic tended to revolve around the idea of sacrifice. Usually sacrificing in one area to make something happen in another area, but also sometimes literal sacrifice. Fortunately that didn’t always mean chickens and altars and entrails (or worse), but most infernal rituals held some component of giving up something - such as the diamond dust used to summon Cindy - to get something else. Like, again, Cindy. Fortunately, whatever cosmic scales once balanced those had the forces of capitalism and the internet leaning heavily on one end. I guess the infernal stock exchange, or whatever, hadn’t been updated in the last millennium because many of the things that were exchanged to fuel rituals were dirt cheap now.

Glamour, in turn, leveraged the mind’s ability to make up stories. Or perhaps the universe’s ability to make up stories. Most of the things Glamour could do either twisted how people perceived the world, or - as in Aubrette’s Noble Talent - basically asked the universe ‘What if?’. That, unfortunately, was not any cheaper or easier now than it was when my spellbook was written. It wasn’t necessarily harder now either though. People today were just as likely to want to imagine a different world than people were a thousand years ago.

I picked up several new customers, to the point that my calendar filled up. It turned out that Cindy - once directly ordered - was a perfectly able secretary and receptionist. True to the promise she made within days of being summoned, she was perfectly happy and compliant fulfilling my orders on the mortal realm, even if those orders were as mundane as answering the phone and using a calendar app.

New customers lead to a phenomenon I had literally never experienced in my life: Disposable income. Not a ton of it, but enough that I didn’t feel bad about minor things like giving the ladies a clothing budget, or going to the doctor. The former of those resulted in, among other things, waking up to Cindy and Aubrette kneeling side by side next to the bed one morning, wearing identical revealing french maid costumes, the latter having been coaxed into purchasing one to match the costume my Sin Demon had worn the morning I would first meet Aubrette. The redhead was flushed with embarrassment from the moment I woke up to find the two of them awaiting ‘the young master’s orders’. She was also soaked, and I enjoyed every single moment of watching the two of them putter around my apartment uselessly dusting already clean surfaces with a feather duster, flashing tits and asses and sopping wet pussies.

The doctor's visit - something I had put off probably far too long - forced me to confront something I had suspected for a while but hadn’t wanted to admit. I was taller. Not enormously so, but I was now at least eye to eye with Aubrette.

Cindy theorized that it had to do with the Oath my Sidhe vassal had sworn to me, and the magic - specifically Glamour - that was flowing through my body as a result. Aubrette admitted that she hadn’t ever heard of a Noble Sidhe swearing fealty to a mortal before, so she couldn’t tell me that it was impossible. She had been stripped of her title when she was exiled from Faerie, but the mantle of power that went with it had remained. When she had first inherited that mantle centuries before, she had grown from being slightly short for a High Sidhe to her current height.

That night, my Sin Demon - kneeling between my legs while I played video games on the couch - nuzzled her cheek against my cock and told me that it had also gotten bigger. I wasn’t actually sure that I believed her, but watching the way it forced her throat to bulge when she swallowed it a few minutes later, I decided I didn’t care.

Some discreet inquiries through some of my earliest customers put me on the track of someone who could - supposedly - fabricate identities for the ladies. It was likely going to be expensive, assuming I could even convince the guy to do business with me, but I got that ball rolling as soon as I was able. The very last thing I wanted to happen was that either Cindy or Aubrette was discovered as an ‘illegal alien’ and detained away from me. Both cases would lead to disaster - either for Aubrette, or for everyone around Cindy - so I figured basically any price I could afford to pay was worth it to make that never happen.

That would likely take a while to pan out, so I tried hard to keep the girls low profile in the meantime.

I also had an incredible amount of sex.

Aubrette proved to be less insatiable than Cindy, if only because she was perfectly happy to be an observer. The three of us slept in the redhead’s larger bed most nights, but much of the time it was my Sin Demon taking my cock in the bed, while the incorrigible voyeur fingered herself insensible on the chair. That’s not to say I neglected my concubine, nor that she was anything less than enthusiastic when called, but the Sidhe woman loved watching other people fuck. All the better if she was then called out on her behavior and embarrassed. Something about being shamed got the woman’s motor running in a heartbeat.

I had endless fun with that. Cindy’s claim that the Sidhe was incapable of change proved out over the short term. Every time I ordered my redheaded concubine to pull her tits out, she flushed crimson. Any time we were in public and I ordered her to find a restroom then come back and hand me her panties had her both blushing and dripping down her thighs. Every time I took advantage of my Sin Demon’s standing offer to fill one of her holes, Aubrette found a way to watch.

They weren’t shy about contact with each other either. More than once I came home to discover Aubrette dutifully licking Cindy’s bald pussy, or the Sin Demon suckling at the redheads big tits and working her fingers between the other woman’s thighs. Or her own. Or both. I wasn’t sure how much of that was because Cindy knew it would lead to a spike of Lust from me - and usually one or both of them being pumped full of my cum - and how much of it was because the women were naturally sexual, but I wasn’t going to complain either way. When I asked my little blonde, she gave me a sweet smile and informed me, “Master, Fae Sin may not be as… filling… as your mortal Sin. Or your cock. But your big-tittied Sidhe slut’s Lust is absolutely delicious.”

I had to agree.

Aubrette’s only response when I asked her the same question was to flush from the waist up and leave a wet spot on the bed.

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The first Halloween I shared with Cindy and Aubrette was promising to be a good one.

Cindy had begged and begged, on her knees, for the three of us to dress up and have a night on the town. I probably would have agreed if she had just asked, but the little blonde demon has taken no chances and recruited my Sidhe concubine for her efforts. Listening to my Sin Demon beg me for permission to dress up ‘your two pretty sluts’ in costume so ‘everyone else can see what a stud my owner is’ was persuasive. Adding ‘and maybe finding some new pussy to stuff’ was a nice touch. Having her do that while she knelt behind Aubrette and used the redhead’s lubed up tits to jerk me off until I coated them with my cum was probably overkill, but I wasn’t complaining.

The evening of October 31st had me dressed up in jeans, a button-down black shirt decorated with silver fringe, and a big black ten gallon hat. I had been waiting for the ladies to emerge from Aubrette’s bedroom for about half an hour, idly playing on my phone the whole time. They hadn’t yet revealed their costumes to me, having purchased them on a shopping trip with Sara a couple days prior, and the anticipation was killing me.

After what felt like an eternity, the door opened, and Aubrette stumbled out. She caught herself after only a few steps, but it was pretty obvious that the Sin Demon had pushed her physically through the doorway to make her go first.

My Sidhe concubine was dressed as a sexy fairy.
The outfit probably didn’t violate any decency laws, but it was still likely to stop traffic. It consisted of a shiny blue metallic bra that barely contained her full breasts, the flesh threatening to spill out if she leaned too far over, a set of what I could only call high waisted panties, and some silk draped between them. Behind her poked out little iridescent fabric wings. Only a fraction of Aubrette’s skin was covered, and I wondered idly if she was going to keep blushing like that the entire night.

Having seen the Fae woman’s costume, I fully expected Cindy to match it with some kind of sexy devil. When the door opened again a few seconds later, though, that was not what greeted me. Instead, the Sin Demon literally skipped out of the bedroom wearing a white blouse tied up around her midsection and a purple and white plaid skirt that barely stretched past her upper thighs. She flounced up in front of me, kicking one foot up behind her when she arrived, and reached up to pull a large red lollipop past her shiny purple lips. Putting on a surprisingly convincing innocent expression, she fixed her green eyes up at me and said, “Mister, we’re just a couple of innocent girls, I hope you can protect us tonight. It makes my special place feel all… tingly… knowing that everyone is going to see that we both belong to you.”

As she finished, she plopped the lollipop back in her mouth and reached her hands down, lifting the skirt a short distance to reveal the innocent white panties she was wearing underneath.

Having been living with Cindy for more than six months, I was used to this sort of behavior from her - but that didn’t mean she was any less sexy. I pulled her into a kiss, tasting a cinnamon heat from whatever lip gloss she used to make her naturally purple lips glossy. Then I stepped back to evaluate - and appreciate - both women. Neither of their costumes was any more revealing than what you would see at a beach, but the women wearing them were so attractive that they felt somehow more lewd than any bikini I had ever seen.

We weren’t actually planning on leaving the house just then - it was still too early for a good trip to the club to begin, and drinks at clubs were expensive. As such, Aubrette and I did some pregaming, thanks to her ability to conjure objects. The three of us lounged around my apartment’s living room in costume playing an old racing game that had a mode based around crashing your car as extravagantly as possible. Go figure, Cindy was incredible at the game mode - though oddly, not at the actual racing part of the game - and we whiled away some time passing the controller around and taking turns.

The three of us passed around a bottle of dark honey colored mead - even Cindy taking pulls from it just to engage in the Gluttony of partaking in drink - laughing and jeering at each others’ success and failures in the game over the next hour or so, just relaxing and enjoying ourselves before the big night out. At some point, my concubine pointed at the boots I had picked up to go to my costume, informed me that they were missing something, and handed over a pair of spurs she pulled from the ether. I shook my head, laughing that I didn’t need them, but she insisted, so I eventually slipped the leather strap of the spurs over my boots, holding up my feet for her approval.

My bound Sin Demon couldn’t actually get drunk, since she processed foods and such differently from mortals, so she was our designated driver. Some of our time recently had been spent getting her the practice she needed to operate a car. She was maybe a little more aggressive of a driver than I would have preferred, but her reflexes were literally superhuman. Also, it was kinda hilarious to hear the profanity she could spout any time someone else cut her off in traffic. I had ordered her not to do anything to deliberately trigger road rage in other people on the road, because while it was apparently an easy source of Wrath, I was also strongly opposed to having some asshole rear-end us or shoot at us because my little blonde demon brake checked him.

Aubrette absolutely could get drunk but thanks to her High Sidhe biology, she tended to have higher highs and lesser lows. While drinking, she flew in high spirits, the blushing and reserved nature she so often displayed slipping away after the first couple drinks. The morning after, she suffered from ‘hangovers’ which were completely unfair to humanity, mild and brief things that usually went away after a glass of water and some aspirin.

As a result, by the time the three of us had parked and made our way the couple of blocks to the club entrance, I was lightly sauced from the mead we had been drinking, Aubrette was soaring high and demanding to be let in to start dancing, and Cindy was pulling the two of us behind her like loosely tethered balloons.

The line to get into the club stretched around the corner of the building, but the little blonde Sin Demon marched confidently up to the front of the line. I didn’t actually catch what she said to the bouncer, but after he looked over the three of us, he waved us in. Both girls immediately wrapped their arms around one of mine, and I strutted into the booming music and heavy air of the club with the eyes of the entire line on me.

The club itself was packed - though not quite as densely as I expected. The music was loud enough to feel like a physical presence, and the smell of both cigarettes and weed hung in the air. We passed through a short hallway, Cindy shoving her way through the crowd with Aubrette and me in tow, eventually bursting out into the main room. The dance floor of the club was packed full of bodies, nearly all of them in costume. Sexy nuns ground against shirtless Supermen, Playboy bunnies in little black teddies and tights wiggled fluffy cotton tails at young men in togas, while a clearly off the rack Pharaoh pumped his fist and cheered. Multicolored spotlights spun and whirled through the dance floor while an honest-to-god disco ball spun and sparkled overhead.

The music was so loud that speech was nearly impossible, drowned out by the thumping electronic pop song that filled my chest with every bass thud, so I missed whatever it was that Aubrette tried to yell out at me. It also didn’t matter, because her intent was clear: She was going to dance. I let myself be dragged along onto the dance floor behind two of the hottest women present.

I don’t think of myself as much of a dancer - or even much of a club goer - but something about being there with my Sidhe and my demon made the whole thing more appealing, more natural. I danced with Cindy and Aubrette freely, occasionally taking a turn with any pretty woman nearby who seemed interested. That was actually more common than I expected. I was in better shape now than I had ever been in my life, and apparently a tall, fit cowboy was actually an appealing dance partner. Two sexy nurses, two sexy cops, one girl with cat ears, and fully three different Harley Quinns - as well as a few more I didn’t recognize well enough to identify - bumped and gyrated their way around me.

The two women who came in with me were, obviously, popular dance choices, and more than a few people of both sexes took their turn dancing around or with them. Some part of me had worried that I would be jealous of the attention, but I just… wasn’t. For one thing, I was hard for me to feel righteously jealous that a dude dressed as a ‘sexy delivery man’ was doing his best to impress Cindy when a blonde co-ed in multicolored shorts and a ‘Daddy’s lil Monster’ t-shirt was wiggling a not unimpressive ass at me. For another, well… I knew who they were coming home with. Even through the haze of music, dancing, and alcohol I could actually feel Cindy and Aubrette through the bonds we shared, and I knew that at the end of the night they were both mine.

Eventually, breathing hard and sweating, I made my way over to the bar to grab a drink and take a break. The ladies moved along the dance floor to remain close, but didn’t actually join me at the bar, so I found a pillar and leaned against it while I waited for the bartender to actually pay attention to me.

Moving had placed the ladies into a new section of the crowd - one which apparently hadn’t noticed them previously, because they rapidly became the center of attention to a fresh audience. Perhaps because I wasn’t participating, and was instead just watching, Cindy started pulling girls towards herself and Aubrette. Very rapidly, the demon and the Sidhe were at the center of a mass of about a dozen women in costume, all dancing together, while a small ring opened up around them to watch. It was an incredible spectacle, and I grinned as I watched Cindy - the tiny thing all but disappearing in the press of bodies - as she gyrated and spun. She had managed to find two other ‘sexy schoolgirls’ and as I watched, she carefully steered the three of them to face away from me, then flipped up both of their skirts at me while the one to her right did the honors on her own. Two pairs of white panties caught a beam of light from above, while the girl to the right - the one holding up Cindy’s skirt - revealed a toned and bronzed ass covered only by a skimpy thong.

Aubrette was… honestly not actually a great dancer in this context. The Sidhe was normally incredibly graceful, but her experience with dancing tended towards the more formal ballroom setting than the impromptu motion of a mortal dance club. She didn’t care, though, and that made the curvy redhead all the more appealing, as she wantonly moved herself with an abandon only possible through booze. As I watched her, a tall woman dressed like Morticia Addams - all pale skin and sweeping curves in a skin-tight long black dress - marched up to the Sidhe holding shot glasses. The two of them both tossed the drinks back, then began swaying and dancing together. The new woman wasn’t quite as tall as Aubrette, but had enough height that the two of them stood out in the crowd. She began to nuzzle my Sidhe’s neck as they ground together, and - unbidden - Cindy’s comment about finding someone to bring home with us popped into my head.

I heard a voice shouting to be heard over the crowd and spun my head, looking towards the bar to see if the bartender was finally ready to get me a drink, only to see the man at the far end of the bar. Confused, I looked around again, but only managed to find the source of the sound when I heard it again. Looking down when I heard it, my eyes got lost in a sudden sea of cleavage that seemed to stretch for miles. I blinked, refocusing on the face attached to it, only to be greeted by a pair of coyly smiling black lips.

The woman standing next to me was dressed in a black bustier, sporting poofy frilly skirts that I realized were actually close enough to press against my jeans. She was a few inches taller than Cindy - maybe five foot five - and had to be twenty percent tits by volume. Ok, that might be an exaggeration, but staring down into the shelf of boobs held up by the bustier, it was easy to get lost in the dark valley between her breasts. A plain silver chain draped around her neck dipped down, becoming lost in the depths below. She was incredibly pale skinned - though whether that was makeup or natural, I could not possibly have guessed - but wore thick black lipstick, eyeliner, and mascara. Her hair was pitch black and glossy, long and straight and held back by a hair band, and in the flashing lights of the club her eyes seemed to glow with golden color. As I took her in, her lips parted and she shouted up again, so I leaned down to bring my ear closer to her mouth. Eventually - on what must have been the fourth try - I was able to pick up what she was saying over the music.

“They look like fun!”

I stood up again, nodding at her in emphatic agreement. She motioned for me to bend down again, so I did. “So do you!”

For all that she was costumed up like a goth princess, the woman’s voice was surprisingly bubbly, even as she had to scream to be heard, and she had a trace of an accent I couldn’t quite place. I grinned down at her, and winked, then bent again at another motion. “Sounds great, let's dance!”

And with that, I left the bar, never having gotten a fresh drink. The goth woman grabbed my hand and lead me back to the dance floor, somehow navigating through the crowd easily while I had to stumble and shove my way through. When I arrived, Cindy had found a few new dance partners - her other sexy schoolgirls having dispersed through the crowd - but Aubrette was backed up to the tall Morticia, slinking her way up and down the slightly shorter woman. Morticia, in turn, had her hands on Aubrette’s hips and was wiggling her own gently while she let the Sidhe grind on her. When my concubine stood up, I watched the woman - a beautiful Mediterranean woman that I couldn’t place an age range on - bury her face in the redhead’s hair and breath deeply. I couldn’t exactly blame her - the Sidhe’s natural body scent was intoxicating.

The goth woman didn’t actually lead me into the knot of women Cindy had gathered, but instead stopped at the edge. We danced together for a while, but we spent about as much time watching the circle of attractive women. The goth’s dancing was teasing, but despite her extravagant figure, she actually kept it more playful than intense. She would guide my hands to her wide hips, wiggling her skirts at me, but never tried to make things more than that, just seeming to enjoy dancing for the sake of dancing. Cindy worked her way through partners, and while Aubrette and ‘Morticia’ had more than a few others join in with them, they stuck together, the black-clad woman apparently enamored of my Fae paramour.

Eventually, Cindy reached out and grabbed Aubrette’s wrist, dragging the Sidhe through the crowd - with Morticia following along hungrily behind her. She approached me, and I tapped my new goth friend on the shoulder, tilting my head towards a clear spot on the far side of the bar by the wall. As a group, the four women and I made our way over to take a break.

The music was quieter there, though the base still pulsed in my chest, so when the curvy goth I had been dancing with shouted, all of us were actually able to make out the words. “Follow me, I know a way out the back where we can get some air!” Then she grabbed my hand and lead me through a curtained door. Aubrette and Morticia followed behind, arms around each others’ waists, and Cindy brought up the rear.

The hallway beyond was dimly lit and undecorated - probably intended for staff only - but my guide showed no hesitation, stepping to near the end, then opening an unmarked door. Past that door was what looked like a break room of some kind, with an exhausted looking man seated on a beat up old couch, eyes closed as he tried to catch some kind of nap. He barely stirred as we paraded through the room through yet another door. That one brought with it a sudden snap of cold as we emerged into a dimly lit alley behind the club. The air was cold and wet - not actually raining, but filled with a light fog that left my skin prickling with the chill. Compared to what I just left it felt suddenly freezing, but the shock of the bracing air was more invigorating than unpleasant. I was shoved forward and almost stumbled into the stacked goth girl as Aubrette and her new biggest fan joined us in the alley, stumbling and laughing against each other. The tall leggy woman in the tight black dress used me to right herself, and the sensation of having a reasonably well costumed Morticia climbing me was an unexpected delight, but soon enough she had returned her attention to Aubrette, laughing while embracing her and nuzzling at her neck.

Cindy closed the door behind us, leaving me to wonder if she had just locked us out. The Sin Demon had a well pleased expression on her face, and I knew that the inside of the club was probably a feast of Sin for her, as Lust, Gluttony, Envy and Pride warred for domination within. I was about to start asking for names - and maybe try to peel Morticia off of Aubrette, when I felt a tug at my hand. I realized the goth girl who lead us here had never actually let go of my hand, and I turned my bemused expression on her. She beamed up at me, black painted lips and pale skin shining up over a vast expanse of uncovered cleavage. Then her face took on a mischievous expression and when she spoke, her bubbly voice was surprisingly loud against an alley that was deafeningly silent after the noise of the club. “C’mon, let’s move around some! It’ll do you good.” She tugged at me again, this time leading me only a few steps down the dark alley before abruptly turning and presenting her back to me.

Somewhere behind me, I heard Aubrette’s voice, slurred a little with drink, as she called out suddenly, “Horsey! Always wanted a horsey!”

The goth woman in front of me, nearly a foot shorter, yelled back over her shoulders, “C’mon, hop on cowboy!” It took me a moment to figure out exactly what she meant. Surely she couldn’t intend to give me a piggyback ride. She was tiny, and especially with my new height I wasn’t exactly lightweight. I glanced over my shoulder at Cindy, got an inscrutable smile back, and shrugged. Sure, fine, why not?

I hopped up onto the woman, letting her give me a piggyback ride. Being a gentleman - or at least, trying to be polite, I tried to support my weight with my legs, leaving my hands on her shoulders instead of anywhere more intimate. She staggered forward half a step - far less than I expected - then started moving. Her first few steps were just a little unsteady, but then she began to pick up speed. I was surprised at first as she managed to carry me more than a couple steps. Then I was shocked as she broke into a run, leaving the sound of laughter from Aubrette and another cry of “Horsey!” to drift into the still air of the night.

Then I was shocked. The unpainted bricks of the walls around us started to blur past. In the dark of the alley it was impossible to get a great sense of speed, but to my somewhat inebriated mind, it felt like we were running as fast as the wind. I tried to yell at her to stop, but the air whipped the words out of my mouth. If anything, she seemed to speed up. I blinked, suddenly dizzy as she whipped around the far corner of the alley, quickly tearing down a deserted narrow street. The world seemed to spin around me in response, and I desperately looked for somewhere to dismount.

The sound of laughter from beneath me was the first clue that something was actually wrong. The goth woman’s tone wasn’t menacing, exactly, but there was something wickedly mischievous to it. I tried to release my legs from around the curvy woman’s hips, but found that they wouldn’t obey. No matter how I tried, I couldn’t get my thighs to release her.

As she ran, the woman’s sleek black hair whipped up into the wind like a mane, occasionally brushing against my face and leaving me sputtering. My hands were fixed to her shoulders, and all I could do was hold on for dear life as she sprinted along the alleys. As we turned a sharp corner, my heart leapt into my throat. Facing us, driving down the alleyway was a car. It was so big that it looked like it barely fit between the buildings, its blinding headlights making it little more than an ominous shape in the alley. It couldn’t have been moving more than maybe twenty miles an hour, but combined with my malicious mount’s speed, it seemed like it was on us in an instant.

My heart lodged firmly in my throat, I let out a panicked scream, sure we were about to be crushed beneath the vehicle - or sent sprawling after it slammed into us - only for the woman carrying me to leap gracefully into the air, her heeled shoes clattering on the pavement in a staccato series of clicks as she landed on the other side of it. My breath exploded out of me as we landed, but I didn’t even have time to turn around and see how the vehicle reacted before she had whirled around another corner, leaving them behind.

The woman again started building up momentum, dashing towards a brick wall and bringing me another surge of panic as I remained unable to release my arms and legs from their grip on her, only to swerve at the last moment and dart down a fresh alley. I was thoroughly lost by now, uncertain if I could find my way back to the club even if I managed to get free here.

As another mirthful laugh bubbled its way out of the creature carrying me, a stray thought managed to finally work its way through the haze of terror and inebriation. Instead of trying to release my thighs from around the woman, I flexed them firmly, and brought my heels in. The spurs Aubrette had provided to me to complete the costume dug in to the woman behind me, and she abruptly stiffened. She kept moving forward, but her pace slowed just a little. That was all the encouragement I needed. I slid my hands along her skin, letting my fingers wrap around the silver chain she wore around her neck to use it for leverage. I flexed my legs again, once more applying the spurs, and found myself with a little more motion in my limbs. I still couldn’t actually let go and dismount, but I was able to shift my position, sitting up a little.

The walls of the alley continued to whip past me, but the terror started to recede as I started to feel more and more in control of myself. The chain I was holding gradually slipped back along the woman’s pale neck, eventually pulling taut. I kept the spurs gently but firmly pressed against her, gradually yanking on the chain until she stopped moving, her feet clicking to a halt on the pavement. My panting was the only sound I heard for a long moment, which made me realize that despite her mad dash, the mad woman - or whatever she was - wasn’t even winded. My legs wouldn’t quite let go, so I tugged on the necklace, using the silver chain as a sort of set of reigns to turn the woman. She grumbled something that I didn’t quite catch, but when I jabbed back lightly with the spurs, she turned around to face the direction we had just come from.

I managed to gasp out between pants, “Take us… take us back. To the club.” Punctuating that with another light kick of my heels, the woman started running again. I was struck by how smooth the ride was. In the terror of bolting down blind alleys in the dark, I hadn’t realized it, but I should have been jostled up and down nonstop. Instead, the woman’s back seemed barely to shift as I clung to it, rising and falling only a couple inches as she ran. Anytime she slowed, I let my spurs jab her gently - not actually trying to hurt her, just reminding her of their presence, since they seemed to be the only thing keeping her from whatever crazy mischief she originally had planned. Each time I did she shuddered slightly but kept moving, weaving her way through the streets with easy familiarity.

I couldn’t even guess at how long her initial sprint had taken, but it took about ten minutes at a more sedate pace before the woman brought me back to the alley containing Cindy and Aubrette. ‘Morticia’ was nowhere to be seen, and under other circumstances I might have been disappointed about that. Now, though, it was something of a relief to not need to worry about what a random stranger thought about things.

The curvy woman I was still clinging on to stepped up in front of the Sidhe and demon, eventually coming to a halt. She made no attempt to run, nor did she move to dislodge me, instead just standing and shifting her weight slightly from side to side. I tentatively moved my legs, discovering eventually that I could finally relax them enough to slip off the woman’s back. I almost collapsed when I did, my legs tingling with suddenly released tension, and in doing so I nearly yanked the woman off her own feet since I hadn’t actually released the chain necklace she wore.

I found myself stumbling against the alley wall, with her falling against me, her hands pressing against my chest as she batted golden eyes up at me, the color popping out against the dark makeup she wore in the flickering light of the alley. Her expression was curiously complex, mixing trepidation and resignation with an occasional flicker of that same mischievous smile she had shown earlier. Her eyes studied my face for a few moments, before she inhaled deeply - doing fascinating things to the vast expanse of cleavage visible past her face - and let it out in a long sigh. Then she shrugged and said simply, “Well, I could’ve done worse I guess. Hi Master! Can I have your name?”

I blinked down at her. Then I looked over to Cindy and Aubrette for support. The former flashed me a wicked grin. The latter - who by now was leaning on the tiny demon for support, pointed a finger at the new woman and proudly announced to the world, “New horsey! Always wanted a horsey.”

Not getting what I needed from that pair, I tried to muster my thoughts, struggling through the fading adrenaline and alcohol to put together the questions I needed to have answered. The first one I managed to ask was simple. “What… are you?”

The goth woman tossed back her head and laughed - pulling the chain I still held taut against her neck as she did. “I’m your mount, Master. You tamed me with Faerie silver spurs, so now I belong to you to ride. Should’ve checked for that, but… I mean, what are the odds, right? But really, can I have your name? Unless…” Suddenly the woman pressed her body against mine, pinning me against the cold wet bricks of the outside of the club, her enormous breasts squashing themselves against my chest. “Unless you just want me to keep calling you ‘Master’ forever?”

I stared down, trying hard to meet her golden gaze and failing about two thirds of the time. Eventually I figured out what she wanted, some part of my research from a while ago dimly ringing alarm bells in the back of my head and causing me to somewhat awkwardly state, “You can call me Jack.” I paused for just a moment, then followed up with, “What’s your name? And really, what are you? You’re not human, I don’t think you’re Sidhe…” I indicated Aubrette with my eyes as I did so. The woman, still pressing herself against me, flicked her gaze over her shoulder and let out a long ‘Ahhhhhhhh’ of understanding.

“Should’ve known. Mom and dad always said the stupid Sidhe never let us have any fun. Figures I’d take the one man in the club for a ride who knows one of the hoity toity ones.” Golden eyes met mine for a moment, seeming to ripple and shift, the pupil stretching and becoming a line - not vertical like a cat’s, but horizontal like a horse’s. A set of jet black whiskers sprouted from her cheeks, like a cat’s. She wiggled wide hips, causing her skirts to dance in the air for a moment before suddenly shifting back - as though something had just pushed up at her skirts behind her. A tail? Her breasts actually swelled further, becoming even more exaggerated. She backed up a half a step from me, stopping when the chain I still hadn’t dropped pulled her up short. “Master - Jack - I am your humble mount, a Puca of Faerie.” She had a faint Irish accent suddenly, one that I hadn’t picked up even a hint of before she changed her form. The name came out as ‘rosh’, or maybe ‘rawsh’ in the slight brogue. “Though most of my friends call me Rose, and I hope you will as well. Ye survived the ride and tamed me with silver spurs and so by our laws, I am yours now for a year. Unless you die, then I’m free again. But until then, I’m your mount to ride when and how you like.”

She winked at that last part. I managed to finally drop the chain I had been holding, shaking my head slowly and trying to gather my wits about me. Cindy moved forward slowly, still supporting the giggling Aubrette. The Sin Demon spoke, her voice practically dripping with amusement. “Puca are creatures of a different part of Faerie than Aubrette. One of the common races, in fact - shapechangers with a mischievous but not usually harmful bent. Even had you not tamed her, I suspect Rose would not have actually harmed you.” The Puca nodded her head firmly at that.

“Aye, just a bit o’ fun. Ye seemed the sort to make for a good rider, and with the cowboy costume, I couldn’t help m’self.” The curvy goth woman seemed quite proud of that, and perhaps only slightly miffed at having her ‘fun’ spoiled. “Still, fair’s fair, I can’t claim to have expected a Master, but neither can I deny it happened. So, where to, Master Jack?”

I shook my head again, looking to Rose and asking, “Can you… change back? It’s Halloween, or…” I pulled my phone out of my pocket, grateful it hadn’t slipped free in the Puca’s mad ride, “Or at least it was until half an hour ago, so nobody should comment on your ‘costume’, but no reason to confuse people.”

What little color Rose’s face held drained from it. The woman looked like she had just seen a ghost, while I told her that her parents just died. Suddenly all mischief and mirth was gone from her tone as she asked, “It’s… not… Halloween anymore?”

I shook my head, turning my phone around so she could see the date. “Nope, it’s a little past midnight. November first.”

The curvy woman slowly dropped to one knee right in the alley, lowering her head towards me. When she spoke, she was quiet and somber. “Then I must beg your forgiveness, Master. I spoke untruthfully before, in my ignorance. Today is the Puca’s day, and a rider’s claim today is a claim for all our lives, yours and mine. I belong to ye. Forevermore.”

I stared down in shock, and the only words I was able to muster were, “It happened again.”

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An hour later, I was sitting on my couch with Cindy to my right and Aubrette to my left. Seated across from us, on the heavy wooden chair I had made my Sin Demon bring in, was Rose.

Aubrette spoke first. The Sidhe was coming down from the peak of her drunkenness, but was still clearly a little tipsy as she giggled out, “My Lord, you got me a horsey. You didn’t even mean to, but you still brought me home a horsey. You’re the best Liege.”

That got a raised eyebrow from Rose. The Puca was still dressed in her full goth getup, but had resumed her initial apparently human form. She had been attractive in the inconsistent lighting of the club, but looking at her in the bright lights of my apartment, she practically oozed sex. Her breasts were absolutely enormous, each larger than her head, and pushed both up and forward thanks to the bustier she was wearing. Her flouncy skirts were pushed out to either side by the wooden chair, exposing thick pale thighs covered in fishnet stockings. Her face was round, with a pouty mouth further exaggerated by the thick glossy lipstick she still wore, and I could finally see that her eyes were not just a brown that caught the light oddly - they were actually golden in color. My brain - or maybe my dick - immediately started to wonder what it would look like to see those golden eyes looking up at me while those pouty black lips wrapped around my cock.

I had sobered up most of the way over the drive home, which had occurred largely in silence. Now that we were here, I took a deep breath and prepared myself. This was not my first rodeo. And I was even wearing the right hat for it.

“Ok, Rose. First question: Do you want me to free you? I didn’t set out to bind either Aubrette or Cindy to my service, and I certainly didn’t plan to tame a Puca mount tonight, so if you want me to set you free, I will.”

The Puca in question shrugged. “You can’t, even if I wanted you to.” Oddly, when she wasn’t manifesting her non-human traits, the new Fae woman’s accent basically disappeared. “And it’s my own fault, so don’t go feeling bad about it. We Puca are creatures of mischief three hundred and sixty four days of the year, but on Puca day, agreements are binding. Permanently. If I had realized it was past midnight, I probably wouldn’t have even taken you on the ride and put myself at risk. I did though, and you met the ancient challenge, so my life belongs to you now.”

I nodded slowly, having honestly expected that answer by now. Still, I persevered. “Ok, but can I just… order you to go about your life as you would have without me? I would have done that for Aubrette, but she would die without constant contact with me. Is this… the same thing?”

The laugh Rose let out was bubbly and amused. She shook her head. “No. I mean, you can, and I’ll do my best, but I’m going to need to spend a fair amount of time around you in the future. You’re my rider, I am your mount. I can go about my life, and if you can honestly tell me that you’ll never want to ride me, maybe I can go about it somewhat unchanged. I’ll still belong to you, and I’ll always know it, but I don’t mind that. The issue is…”

The Puca woman licked her lips and let her gaze drop down to my pants. “I felt that earlier. That tug. I don’t know what exactly you were thinking, but I felt it.” Her hands reached up, squeezing her breasts together, causing them to jiggle deliciously in her hands. “If you want to ride me, Master Jack, I’m going to be available. No matter where I am, no matter what I’m doing. If you tell me to go about my life, it just means that some nights at two in the morning, when you decide the little one’s tits are too flat for your purposes, I’m going to have to race my way here as fast as I can so you can use mine instead.”

I swallowed hard at that mental image, watching Rose suddenly lurch forward in her chair until she was barely perched on the edge. Her voice was still bubbly and cheerful, but there was a smoky note to it now as well as she added. “Yeah, thought so. Felt that too. So no, Master. You’re just going to have to keep me nice and close.”

I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to focus enough to get through the rest of this conversation. “Ok, understood.” And surprisingly, I did. This wasn’t what I set out to do, but by the third time a strange beautiful woman tells you that she’s bound to you forever, you start to get used to it a little. “Still, I have to try. I know you say you’re ok with what happened, but really… is there anything you want me to do to try to help you out? You say you’re going to be here anytime I think about riding you, and I can’t deny that’s happening… right now, actually, but do you have to participate? Do you want to?”

Rose slid forward, dropping off the chair and walking the short distance towards me. She slowly bent down, and my eyes dipped automatically to take in the massive depth of cleavage between her huge tits. One of her hands reached out and she gently took my wrist between her fingers. Without straightening, she pulled my hand up under her skirts. I was greeted by heat and moisture as my fingers slid across the sodden silk of her panties. “If you want to ride me, Master, I want you to.” She rocked her hips slowly, rubbing the lips of her pussy along my fingers. Then, suddenly bright and bubbling again, she added, “Besides, it should be fun! I’ve never had a rider before, this should be a blast. You want me, Master Jack.” That came out as a statement, but I nodded anyway, fascinated by the woman in front of me. “So tell me how you want your second Puca ride.”

I glanced from one side to the other, checking the reactions of Cindy and Aubrette. The former had flipped her purple plaid skirt up and shoved those innocent white panties to the side so she could get at her hairless slit, trailing her fingers up and down the outside of her vulva. I wasn’t exactly surprised by that, but neither had I expected it. The latter had apparently sobered up enough to blush, but not to act reserved. My Sidhe vassal leaned forward so she could ‘whisper’ in my ear loudly enough that all three of us could hear it clearly, “Ride your new horsey, my Lord, I want to watch the new filly break on your big fat dick.” She then squirmed, rubbing her thighs against each other at the mental image she herself put forth.

Rose let her gaze follow mine, taking in both the Sidhe’s whisper, and the Sin Demon blatantly fingering herself. Neither seemed to particularly phase her. In fact, when her eyes caught the little blonde’s fingers toying with her slick cunt, I felt the Puca’s thighs squeeze down around my hand. That brought my attention sharply back to the fact that I still had my fingers up the layered skirts to rub her soaked panties, and my gaze snapped back up to her face. Her yellow eyes narrowed for a moment, then she let out a bubbling laugh. “Oh, I don’t even know why I asked, I know what a boy like you wants to take for a ride first.” She turned her head to Aubrette while reaching behind her waist, and asking lightly, “Be a dear and help me with this contraption?”

The Sidhe stood slowly, carefully taking the couple of steps needed to put her behind the other Fae woman. Despite her lingering inebriation, the redhead was graceful in her motions - if a little more deliberate than usual. She leaned down to begin undoing the laces down Rose’s back, while the Puca wiggled her wide hips and slid her skirts down over them. I had to move my hand to let the skirt slide past, but the moment they dropped to the floor she snaked out a hand to grab my wrist, returning it to place. Without her skirts, the curvaceous woman absolutely rocked the garter and fishnet stockings look. Her newly exposed thighs were milky white and thick, and I strongly suspected I was going to spend a lot of time between them in the near future.

After a minute or two of working at Rose’s bustier, Aubrette finally got the laces loose enough to unhook the clasps in the back. The Puca reached up both hands in the air, and the High Sidhe woman behind her wordlessly helped lift the garment up over her head. Rose was wearing some kind of thin cotton chemise underneath, but she didn’t stand on ceremony, whipping it off with a practiced motion to finally set her breasts free.

They were absolutely enormous. Each was noticeably larger than my head, and while they settled lower out of her bustier than they had while supported by it, they dropped less than I expected. They were capped with pale areola that were all but indistinguishable from the mountains of flesh surrounding them, only slightly pinker than the rest of her skin. Her nipples poked out only a little, perhaps a quarter of an inch, both about as thick as my thumb.

As I watched, she preened a little, shifting from side to side to show off for me. Each motion and turn sent her breasts jiggling and wobbling. She kept her garters, stockings, and panties on for now, and the effect was truly magnificent. She turned her head to look up at Aubrette, beckoning the redhead to lean down, then whispering in her ear when she did. Whatever she said had the Sidhe woman blushing and scampering off towards my bedroom. I barely had time to speculate before I felt Rose’s thighs release my hand, the Puca lowering herself to kneel in front of me. Those golden eyes met mine and her pouty black lips curled into a smile. “Now, let’s get my rider’s pants off of him and make sure you’re… up… for the ride.”

Rose didn’t wait passively for me to strip - even as I started reaching for my fly, she batted my hands away gently and unzipped it, grabbing both the jeans and the boxers I wore beneath them and starting to pull them down. I lifted my hips to assist, and soon enough my pants were around my ankles, trapped by the boots and spurs I still wore.

I was rock hard, and probably had been since Rose shoved my hand between her thighs, and my erection bobbed gently in the cool air of my apartment once freed. The Puca eyed it speculatively, moving her head around to check it from a few angles. She apparently decided that it met whatever standard she had in mind, because she nodded to herself, then spit in her palm and wrapped that hand around it to begin to stroke slowly. Her other hand reached out, fingers cupping my balls and starting to massage them gently.

She worked her hand along my shaft for no more than a minute or so before Aubrette returned, still blushing. In her hand, she held one of the bottles of lube we kept around, passing it to the Puca silently. Then she darted around to the side of the couch, squatting down a short distance away to watch. Rose flashed a quick smile at the Sidhe, removing her hand from my junk as she looked up at me from between my legs. Her tone was serious as she spoke. Almost. She couldn’t keep the slightest hint of a giggle from creeping into her voice, but she did try. “Ok, Master, I need your help with something. I’m going to need you to push my boobs together for me. Can you do that?”

My hands moved without any hint of conscious thought or command from my brain. Less than a tenth of a second after the Puca made her request, my palms were at the front of her tits, sinking into the pliant and yielding flesh. I grabbed, squeezed, and kneaded for a moment, while she patiently knelt up and waited, until eventually I got around to doing what she had actually asked for. I moved my hands to either side of her massive breasts, pressing them against each other. As I did so, she smiled her thanks at me, then lifted the bottle of lube dramatically up into the air. Then she turned it upside down and squeezed, hard. Rivulets of translucent gel poured out, splashing across the tops of her tits, then running down to cover her cleavage. She clicked the bottle’s pop open lid closed, then set it aside, before lowering her hands. Placing them over mine, she helped guide me towards squishing and rubbing her huge breasts together, smearing the copious lube she poured onto them across her cleavage.

Then she looked up at me with a mischievous glint in her eye. “I always love this part.” Gently pulling my hands apart to give herself the freedom to move, she scooted forward, lifting her chest with both hands. I watched in utter horny fascination as she raised her tits up into my lap, then dropped them down over my cock.

I was suddenly engulfed in slippery titflesh. She quickly brought her arms in, using her elbows and hands in concert to guide her massive mammaries to ensure that my rock hard shaft was fully covered. Only once she was in place did she raise her golden eyes back to my face, her black lips curling up into a smile. “Never gets old, watching the look on a boy’s face when he finally has his dick between the Girls. Now, you just lie there and let me take you for a spin. You two…” She quickly glanced between Cindy and Aubrette. Seeing where the other denizen of Faerie had positioned herself, she focused her gaze on my demon instead and amended, “Ok, I guess you’re already entertaining yourselves. I plan on making this take a while, so settle in.”

Cindy quirked an eyebrow in amusement at the busty woman suddenly giving orders. She didn’t object, though, instead languidly moving to comply. While Rose started lifting and lowering her tits, sliding their slick flesh along my shaft, the demon pulled her legs up, briefly contorting to slip her panties off, before flinging them idly at Aubrette. Then she scooted up a little closer to me, grabbed my hand, and pressed it to her slick naked cunt beneath her skirt.

I really only had the attention to idly move my fingers against the Sin Demon’s greedy pussy, as I was focused on receiving an incredible titjob from someone who clearly had done this many times before. The Puca kneeling between my knees used her incredible rack to masturbate me, sliding her tits up and down and creating a tunnel of slippery flesh to massage every single inch of my dick. She varied her pace, never letting it grow monotonous, sometimes moving her tits in concert to give me the sensation of fucking her cleavage, sometimes alternating her motion so that one tit rose while the other fell, creating a vaguely swirling sensation different from anything I had previously experienced.

Fucking Aubrette’s tits was always fun. She had great boobs, and I loved playing with them, sticking my dick between them, sucking on them, or even just curling up against her and resting my head on her chest. It was always entertaining to watch her shamefaced lust when she realized I was going to use her full breasts to get myself off.

Fucking Rose’s breasts was an experience. The Puca was an expert at titfucks, and more, she clearly enjoyed doing it. She moaned, alternating wordless sounds of pleasure and short bursts of dirty talk. “Mmmm… yeah master, fuck my big fat tits. Mmm love it. Love dick. Love your dick. Gonna ride this thing all night. Gonna beg you to ride me. Gonna get filled up by your cum. First, though, gonna get covered in your cum.”

Cindy wasn’t idle either. As my attention was just as wrapped up in Rose’s tits as my dick, the little demon just started using my hand to masturbate. First, she positioned it so she could grind against my fingers, flipping my hand so it was palm down and rocking her hips so her clit rubbed against my skin. Then, when the massive breasts wrapped around me started rising and falling faster, she carefully rotated my wrist and coaxed two of my fingers together, lowering them to her channel and guiding me to slide them into her hairless pussy. She resumed rocking her hips then, fucking herself with my digits.

A moan a few feet away caught my attention. I glanced over to watch Aubrette, both her tits pulled out of her costume bra, squeezing one nipple so hard it had gone white. Her other hand was shoved down the front of the costume bottom, visibly working at her cunt beneath the metallic fabric while she watched the debauchery on the couch. She caught me looking at her, blushed harder as she averted her eyes, and her hand began working faster.

I noticed two things, as Rose continued rubbing her tits up and down along my shaft. The first was that she seemed to be very good at controlling her pacing. I was starting to build towards orgasm, but any time that approach started to accelerate, she would slow down, spending a little time just rubbing her boobs from side to side a little. It meant that while I was going to orgasm soon, she was taking the time and effort to ensure that it was going to be a good one. The second was that she didn’t seem to tire. Her tits were slick with lube, shining in the lights of my apartment, but while the rest of her skin showed signs of sweat, it was mild - just a light coating of perspiration. Lifting her massive rack that many times with her arms should have been exhausting, let alone when she spent time bouncing her entire torso, but she never seemed to fatigue. I tried hard to tuck that question away in the back of my mind, because I knew there was no way in hell I was about to ask it now.

Eventually, the Puca seemed to decide she had enough. She looked up at me, deliberately making eye contact even while she continued to bounce her tits up along my dick, leaning forward enough that the head of it just barely managed to peek out through her cleavage. Then she asked, bubbly and cheerful, “Hey, new Master, can you please be a nice kind Rider and coat your Puca with your cum? I really, really want you to paint my face and tits. Pleeeeaaase?”

Then she started jiggling her tits up and down, just shaking them along my shaft. The sensation was incredible, and it pushed me over the edge in a heartbeat. As my balls began to twitch, I gasped out, “Fuck yes I can!!”

Rose made a wordless sound of glee and shoved herself forward, wrapping my dick in her cleavage such that the head just barely poked out. From there, she closed her eyes and leaned her head forward so that the first spurt of my cum splashed across her face. She caught the second and third on her forehead and cheek respectively, before the next few had just enough force to spray into the air and drop down across the tops of her breasts. I was vaguely aware of Cindy’s pussy squeezing down hard on my fingers as I came, but I don’t think I contributed much more to her orgasm than having fingers she could use to get herself off.

A few moments later I realized my eyes had closed. I had to think for a moment to figure out how my body worked, eventually managing to flutter my eyelids open. It took another moment for my eyes to focus well enough to actually see, but I was eternally grateful that they did.

My newly acquired Puca was absolutely covered in my cum. Her face had strings of it slowly sliding down her cheeks, occasionally letting a fat droplet of it splatter onto her cleavage below. As I watched, her black lips parted, and a tiny pink tongue darted out to catch one of the drops rolling down her face, pulling it into her mouth with a happy ‘Mmm!’ Her eyes were closed - probably to avoid getting my cum in them - but despite being effectively blind, the stacked goth woman’s expression showed she was extremely pleased with herself.

I collapsed back against the couch, my dick finally slipping free of Rose’s cleavage. It was shiny with lube and cum, and I had to angle my hips a little to avoid dripping on my couch. I noticed that even while blinded, the busty Puca was holding her tits firmly together, trapping a small lake of cum at the top of her cleavage.

I tried to rise, only to discover that my legs were presently too weak to move. Also my hand was trapped between Cindy’s thighs, and the little blonde demon showed no signs of wanting to release it just yet, instead slowly grinding her hips to rub herself against my digits. So I instead turned to Aubrette. I needed to clear my throat a couple times before I could speak, finding my throat somehow dry, but I eventually managed to command, “Vassal, your liege lord and his new mount are a mess. Fetch us some towels.”

She nodded, and began to rise to obey, when I suddenly felt a surge of wicked playfulness touch me and added, “Naked.”

The High Sidhe froze, shuddered, and nodded again. She quickly shed her costume wings, stripping off the fairy outfit in moments, before stepping off towards the bathroom. I noticed as she did that her blush only stretched a little way down her back. I was going to have to experiment with that someday and see what kind of limits it had.

She returned a few moments later bearing several towels, and the four of us collaborated to mop up the cum and lube coating my crotch and Rose’s cleavage. I noticed that while Aubrette dutifully started by toweling down my slowly softening dick, Cindy all but leapt at the chance to get her hands on the Puca’s big jugs. Also that she continued toweling them off for probably a good thirty seconds longer than was strictly necessary. I didn’t complain, though, watching the little demon make the massive mounds shake was… highly engaging.

Rose noticed too, but showed nothing other than merry amusement, good naturedly sticking out her chest to let the blonde have some fun. As she did, her golden eyes met mine once more, and she asked, “So are you done for the night, or…?”

Now it was my turn to grin. I gave the scene a deliberate once over, taking in the fully nude Aubrette, Rose in her garters and stockings, and Cindy still dressed in almost her complete sexy schoolgirl costume - sans panties. “Oh, not remotely. Quick shower to clean off the lube, then if you want a ride, I am very happy to take you for one.”

Showering with Rose was surprisingly fun. Not that I thought the Puca wouldn’t be entertaining, but there was something playful about her that was a refreshing change from the wilting Aubrette or the sometimes all-too-direct Cindy. She splashed at me, giggled as she ran her hands up and down my body, and affected a haughty air as she ‘demanded’ I soap up her tits for her.

There also wasn’t a shy particle in her body. Rose wasn’t exactly skinny, and while she wore her weight extremely well - since most of it seemed to be concentrated in her boobs and ass - she had a bit of a tummy and beautifully thick thighs to go with them. My very first girlfriend in high school had been similarly a little overweight, but her reaction to it had been the exact opposite. Rachel had always shrunk away from being looked at. Rose seemed to revel in it, and I found it not just refreshing, but endearingly attractive. I found that I couldn’t keep my hands off of her, loving the way she preened and twisted to show off and maneuver herself into my touch.

We spent a little longer in the shower than I had originally intended, but eventually took turns patting each other dry. I noted idly that we’d need to do laundry soon - most of our towels were currently spoken for - before returning my attention to the matter at hand. Or, well, hands, since my palms had gravitated their way back to massage Rose’s chest the minute my conscious brain was distracted. I squeezed once more, eliciting another little giggle from the Puca, before reaching down and grabbing her hand. Taking the initiative this time, I led the dark haired bombshell across my apartment to Aubrette’s bedroom.

When we arrived, the lights were off, but what streamed through the doorway from the living room was enough to reveal my other two women, their heads turned to the side to watch us walk in. They were seated on the bed with Aubrette’s back to the headboard, her legs stretched out in a ‘v’ in front of her. My Sin Demon was sitting between her legs, still technically wearing her schoolgirl costume but with the blouse untied and the skirt flipped up. She had her head resting back between the redhead’s breasts, my vassal having not re-dressed after I ordered her to strip. One of the Sidhe’s arms was wrapped around Cindy’s slender body, her fingers delicately teasing the demon’s pussy, while the other tweaked a tiny breast.

Cindy beamed a smile at me when I walked in, raised a hand to wave at me, and called out in a perfectly normal tone of voice, “Don’t mind us, you two just carry on as though we’re not here,” as though she weren’t being actively masturbated in front of me. Though, to be fair, Cindy being masturbated in front of me was actually perfectly normal at this point.

Rose let out a little laugh, pressing herself up to my back when I paused in the doorway to take in the sights. She leaned to the side, poking her head around to see what had me delayed. When she saw what the other Fae woman was doing to the demon, she snaked her own hand past my waist and wrapped it about the base of my rapidly hardening cock, squeezing it while she commented, “I think I’m going to like these two.”

I had to awkwardly shuffle-walk the couple of feet to the side of the bed, because Rose didn’t remove her hand, pressing herself up against my back and following in my footsteps. When we eventually arrived, I gave an exasperated sigh and looked back at her over my shoulder. She gave me an impish smile and squeezed my cock, making no move to release it. I looked briefly to Cindy and Aubrette for help, but received nothing but a smirk and a blush in response. “So, it’s to be like that, is it?”

Two of the three women laughed - and even Aubrette showed a hint of a shy smile - and I took that opportunity to strike. Slowly and carefully, since I still had someone holding my dick. I spun around, moving in a couple careful steps to position myself behind where Rose currently stood. She turned gamely with me, so that her back was to the bed, without releasing her grip. Then I stepped forward, wrapped my arms around her to grab two handfuls of her ample behind, and lifted. She squealed loudly, laughing, as I picked her up and gently tossed her back onto the bed. She flew a little further than I expected, her head bumping gently against one of Aubrette’s thighs, and I clambered up after her. In a flash, I was on all fours over her, looking down into her golden eyes. She blinked coquettishly up at me, then nudged my legs with hers as she moved to spread her thighs.

I claimed a kiss before moving, hungrily pressing my lips to hers and tasting her mouth for the first time. There was a strangely herbal note to her mouth - not quite minty, but somehow refreshing, and I found my tongue dipping past her lips in search of more. My eyes closed and for several long moments, I lost myself in kissing the gothic beauty who only a couple hours ago informed me that she would serve as my mount for life.

Eventually, though, the rest of my body began to sue for greater participation. I realized that the head of my dick had been rubbing against her soft thighs for the last several minutes while my hips shifted to try to increase that sensation. That was… actually really nice, but it also wasn’t what either of us were after. One after the other, I lifted my legs, and Rose immediately spread hers in response. I pulled my head back, finally releasing her lips, so I could look down and line myself up. I noticed as I did that her pubic hair was as black as the hair on her head, but also neatly styled into a small thatch above her cunt. Her lower lips were otherwise bare, making it easy for me to notch the head of my cock against them. Before actually thrusting forward, though, I again made eye contact with the Puca. I held her gaze long enough to make sure she was paying attention, and asked simply, “You’re sure?”

Rose actually looked touched that I checked. Her expression melted for just a moment, and her voice was serious as she responded. “Yes. Take me, Master. Ride me.”

I slowly and carefully slid myself forward. I knew from experience with Cindy, who was only a little shorter than Rose, that my dick was large enough to sometimes require care.

The Puca’s pussy parted before my cock like the Red Sea. Then it squeezed down around me firmly, as though sizing itself to me. My hips met her pubic bone as I settled my full length into her, and she let out a long, happy sigh. I leaned down to kiss her once more, again tasting the strangely herbal flavor of her mouth. As I did, I felt her cunt rippling around my shaft, hot and wet, and so perfectly fitted to me it was like her pussy was made specifically to take my dick.

I started to pump my hips, fucking the beautiful curvy woman. She met every single stroke with a shift of her hips, rising up to meet me. Eventually my lips broke from hers as I propped myself up on my arms, shifting position for more leverage so I could slam my full length into her. Her black lips parted as she called out, “Fuck, yes Master, fucking ride me like you own me.”

Rose’s head pressed back against Aubrette’s thigh, and I spared a quick moment to glance at the other two women in the bed. Both were watching as I claimed Rose’s pussy for myself. Cindy’s hands were to either side, grasping firmly onto Aubrette’s legs to hold them in place, while the Sidhe woman pumped two fingers into the Sin Demon’s exposed pussy, roughly matching the pace of my own dick sliding into my new mount.

Another burst of speech from Rose reclaimed my attention. “Master, Master you have been very sweet and understanding about everything so I have to make something very clear.” The busty girl wrapped around my dick squeezed down on my length hard, as though to emphasize her point. “I am your mount, and you are my rider. So whenever you want to take me for a ride, I need you to do it. And if you’re riding me and you want to go fast, I need you to understand that you need to go as fast with me as you want to.” She gave another squeeze along my length, shifting her hips up to ensure she got every single centimeter of my dick inside her. “So Master Jack, please, please pound my soaking wet little cunt as hard as you want. I can take it. I was made for you to ride.”

I looked down into Rose’s golden eyes, meeting her gaze as she made her impassioned plea. Then I shifted position. I knelt up between her legs, grabbed both her knees, and pushed back, bending her knees up to either side of her chest and essentially folding the woman in half. Then I fucked her. Hard. I pulled my hips back, and then slammed them into her hard, bouncing off of her thighs and ass as I buried my full length in her again and again. As I did, I watched her massive rack bounce and ripple in response, her huge tits swaying wildly on her chest as her entire form shifted with her movement.

She screamed out in pleasure, wordlessly expressing her approval. As she did so, she threw her head back, burying her face in Aubrette’s thigh and using the High Sidhe’s leg to cover her mouth so she could scream into it. I fucked the little curvy Puca so hard that we started sliding across the covers of the bed, each thrust driving her into the Sidhe woman and starting to force her legs closed - at least, until Cindy flexed her own leg against Aubrette’s, the tiny demon’s strength enough to provide a bulwark that I could bang Rose against.

Trapped in place between a rider determined to fuck her straight through the mattress, and a Sin Demon holding her in place to help that goal, Rose writhed and bucked back. Far from trying to dislodge me, though, it was like the little Puca was trying to meet the ferocity of my thrusts with her own. She tilted her hips up, angling them to meet me and ensure that when my body met hers, it was with as much force as possible. When I pulled back, she wriggled against me, twisting just slightly to give as much stimulation as she was able. Her arms pulled in, grasping at her huge tits, taking handfuls of them so that her fingers sank into her own breasts, the flesh bulging out and continuing to bounce as I fucked her. She then reached her hands up, tightening her fingers until she was pulling her nipples straight up towards me, stretching them lewdly, then releasing them so her fulsome pair of funbags bounced around her chest wildly.

I knew that this wasn’t a pace I could maintain for long - even with the improved fitness I had built up - but I couldn’t bring myself to care. More, Rose seemed to sense my building orgasm, and she started gasping out demands. “Oh, fuck yes Master Jack, please cum inside me. Fill my needy wet cunt with your seed and mark me as yours. Oh fuck, I live for you to Ride, Master, please let me fullfill my purpose. Master please fill me, I need to have your cum all the way up in my little Puca pussy forever. Please please never make me go a day without feeling your cum in me… please Master, please cum now! Please!”

Even without Rose’s fervent pleas, I was probably going to give her exactly what she wanted, but hearing the beautiful busty girl beg desperately for me to cum inside her struck a nerve that bypassed my brain entirely and went straight down my spine before arriving at my balls. I was wordlessly screaming out my pleasure and pumping her full of spurt after spurt of my cum before I had fully registered that my orgasm was approaching. The Puca stiffened beneath me, writhing her hips to press them against me and make sure my dick was as fully embedded in her cunt as she was able. She kept talking, but her tone changed, her normally bubbly and sweet voice suddenly throaty, sounding almost shocked. “Oh god, oh fuck Master, I feel it. I feel you pumping me full of your cum. Oh fuck I’m cumming! I’m cumming on my Master’s dick! I want to feel like this forever! Fuck, never stop, Master. Never stop!”

My orgasm seemed to stretch out forever, my consciousness leaving my head entirely as the entirety of my awareness settled into my dick to revel in the feel of the Puca’s welcoming cunt fluttering and spasming around me.

I’m not entirely sure if I passed out, or if I was just so deeply in the throes of orgasm that my brain stopped registering what was happening on the outside of Rose. Some time later, I found myself aware of my body again, collapsed on top of her with my head nestled at the top of her massive tits. My Puca mount was making wordless happy noises and slowly writhing most of her body beneath me, just wiggling joyously. Her arms were propping up her rack to make it a better pillow for me, while her hips shifted slowly to cause my cock to slide around in her now cum-filled cunt. I became slowly aware of Cindy’s low murmuring, though it didn’t sound like her words were pitched for me. “Yes, dear, I’m looking forward to seeing that too. Now, be a good Vassal for your Liege, I don’t think he’s going to want to shower again, so fetch him a warm washcloth. I’m going to try to talk our new sister into letting me clean her out.”

That caused my dick to twitch inside of Rose, but the Puca woman wriggled a little, pressing her body against mine and making a vaguely unhappy noise as she tried to pull me to cover her more completely.

I lifted my head just enough to look up and meet her golden eyes, laughing quietly and saying, “You don’t have to do anything with either Cindy or Rose if you don’t want to. Hell, you don’t have to do anything sexual with me, I…”

The Puca giggled, cutting me off by moving one hand to my lips and pressing a finger to them. “The girls are sexy and fun, I just don’t want Cindy stealing all of my cum. I worked hard to get you to put that inside me, and now the little blonde bitch is trying to steal it all! Unfair!” She wriggled her hips to emphasize her point, sending little thrills of pleasure through my post-orgasm sensitive shaft. That got a laugh out of me, and I nuzzled my head against her rack, burying myself amongst her massive tits and closing my eyes. “Don’t have to let her if you don’t want to. But from the sounds Aubrette makes, Cindy is one hell of a pussy licker.”

The Sin Demon chimed in, “Fuck yes I am. I’ll make it worth your whii-iille.” She practically sang the last part, but her tone was dripping with lust.

I nuzzled against Rose’s boobs for a few more moments, then slowly pulled myself up, letting myself slip from the Puca’s depths. She let out a quiet whimper of disappointment, murmuring, “But Master… I want you in there forever…” I managed to flop over onto my back, crawling the short distance needed to let my head rest back on the pillows. I distantly heard my Sin Demon’s husky voice as she spoke with the newest addition to my household, but couldn’t muster the attention required to understand the words. There was some shifting and motion on my bed, and then a few minutes later I felt a warm wet cloth bathing my dick and balls to clean them of the combined juices coating them. It was an oddly sensual experience, and I almost wished I was more awake to appreciate it.

A few moments later, I was lulled into sleep by Rose’s quiet moans.