After an hour or so of waking up, showering, and general preparations, I was piled into my Honda with Cindy, Aubrette, and Rose. Because one of those three was an actual demon of Sin, I was in the back seat, and Rose - the only other actually licensed driver - was behind the wheel. Aubrette was riding shotgun, and Cindy’s head was underneath my jacket, which I had placed over my lap. I had done that because otherwise, it would be blatantly obvious that she had her purple lips wrapped around the base of my dick, instead of mostly obvious. Anyone who looked through the window into the back seat of the car would see my jacket bouncing up and down in my lap while the tiny blonde contorted herself next to me, and probably wouldn’t have any difficulty connecting the dots, but it offered a tiny hint of modesty and deniability. That was good enough for now.

We were heading back towards the club, because we needed to retrieve Rose’s car. The drive home had taken more than half an hour the night before, but that was with no traffic. I probably needed Cindy to finish up well before then, though. Getting my dick sucked while we were on the highway was one thing, but we’d be driving down city streets soon enough.

The plan was for the girls to all go together to Rose’s parents to pick up enough of her stuff for a short term stay. They didn’t exactly live right next door, being to the south of the city proper, so while she could always go back if she forgot something, it was easier for her to have several changes of clothes and such handy.

While they did that with her car, I was planning on heading back to the library for another round of research. I had glanced over some sections on Puca on my last trip, but now I wanted to focus on the topic and see if I could learn more about the latest woman to enter my life.

We talked while we drove, though I’ll admit my contributions to the conversation probably weren’t as focused as they might be. Still better than Cindy, who was only managing to contribute wet slurping noises and the occasional lewd ‘gluk’ when she jammed my dick down her throat. The angle wasn’t great for it, so she had to really work to swallow it.

“No, the ‘costume’ last night was more my normal clubwear than anything actually Halloween specific. I know I could have gone for a full costume, but I’ve just always loved the whole Goth aesthetic. Drove my parents crazy. They’re all homespun salt of the earth folk at heart. Well, salt of Faerie really, but that saying doesn’t really exist as far as I can tell.” Rose’s voice was bubbly as she spoke, with an obvious note of fondness for her parents. “Plus, I’ve actually gotten more than one commission when some girl at the club asked me where I got my outfit and I got to tell her I made it myself. I am, after all, great advertising.”

I laughed at that. “Maybe the other two can model for you. I’m sure having more variety wouldn’t hurt.” I had planned to add more, but Cindy chose that moment to slide the head of my cock out of her throat and start swirling her tongue rapidly around it, and my focus drifted long enough that I lost my train of thought. I slipped my hand down under my jacket and pushed down until the little demon was swallowing me once more.

“Oooh, I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you Master Jack? Get all your harem slaves lined up in a series of lingerie and corsets and the like while they parade around in front of you…” I knew by Rose’s tone that she was teasing, but I also couldn’t deny that it sounded like a good idea. I kept my hand under the jacket, slipping my fingers through Cindy’s hair and using it to get a grip on her skull so I could control the pace of the blowjob. She followed along without complaint, following my queues such that I barely needed to exert pressure to have her sliding her lips along my shaft at the speed I wanted. Which was fast, at the moment - I really just wanted to dump a load of cum down her throat.

“I… anyway… I’ll… Rose, you get the stuff you need, I’ll meet you back at the apartment later. Then… more talk, get to know each other.” A giggle from the driver’s seat told me that I wasn’t doing a particularly good job in staying coherent.

“Jack, you just focus on the nice blonde and what she’s doing in your lap, we’ll talk when you have blood flowing to your upstairs brain.” I slumped back in my seat, acknowledging the wisdom of the Puca’s words. A couple minutes later, just as we were decelerating on the offramp, I groaned out my approval and shot spurt after spurt of my hot cum into my bound demon’s throat. Then, when she showed no signs of removing my dick from her throat, I used the fingers still tangled in her hair to carefully extract her from my lap.

“Sorry, uhh… what were we talking about?”

Twenty minutes later, I was watching as the girls pulled away in a little crossover SUV, hoping and praying that they didn’t get up to too much chaos. I hopped back in my own Honda and tapped the address for the library on my phone navigation app, then took off.

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It didn’t take me too long to arrive at the library, going to the same little branch I had visited before. I knew I could probably find better - or at least more - books going to a larger location, but I liked this one. It had a pleasant atmosphere and I just generally got good vibes there.

The same Black woman was working at the reception desk when I arrived, though this time she was accompanied by an older white woman. Both were engaged in some kind of debate with a middle aged man, but I also didn’t think I needed assistance right away - any books talking about Puca were likely to be in the same section I had previously visited.

I walked straight in past the reception desk, down several aisles, and eventually arrived at section 398.2 of the dewey decimal system. I started by grabbing the couple books that I knew mentioned Puca, tossed a couple more that looked promising, then went off in search of a free corner to do some reading.

It didn’t take me too long to find one - one of the benefits of setting your own schedule is that you can do your library hours when everyone else is working - and I took advantage of a convenient outlet to set up my laptop and start taking notes.

Unfortunately, a couple hours later the little text window I had open was still disappointingly sparse. I’d found a couple of myths and legends, including two that mentioned using spurs, but none of it seemed particularly useful. Worse, a fair amount was actively contradictory. One of the spurs myths, for example, stated that just having spurs on your shoes would ward off Puca, while the other claimed that you could control a Puca with spurs, but doing so would have your house harassed for months to come by the creature. I had already revisited the Myths and Fairytales section without much luck, so I took my stack of books and my laptop back up to the desk. The librarian had mentioned a way to borrow books from other libraries, and I thought it might be worth a try.

The older woman was nowhere to be seen when I arrived at the front desk, so I approached the same woman I had spoken with last time. I was struck again that she was just striking. Pretty wouldn’t be the first word to come to my mind, but not because she was in any way unattractive. It was more that she had a series of features that individually were somewhat nondescript, but which came together as more than the sum of their parts. I still couldn’t quite place her age, either, though I was still leaning towards a few years older than I was.

She dropped a bookmark and closed the heavy book she was perusing as I approached, offering me a perfunctory smile. Her face didn’t show any particular signs of recognition when she looked at me, but I supposed that while I only spoke to a very limited number of librarians, she probably talked to dozens of different visitors a day. Still, she was as professionally polite as could be, “Hello sir, did you find everything you were looking for?” She indicated the small stack of books I was in the process of setting down, while closing her own heavy tome.

“Kinda… Last time I spoke with you, you mentioned something about a library loan program. I was hoping to take advantage of that.” She helped me stack the books on the counter, starting to carry them over to a return cart so she could reshelve them later. While she did, I added, “I’m looking for books with more details on Puca. And I guess if we’re carting books here, you mentioned some that might go into some details on demons and Sin in the history of the Catholic church?”

That last part finally got a glimmer of recognition as she nodded slowly. “I’ll have to look them up again, but no problem, I’d be happy to help. Do you have your library card with you? And… Sidhe and you mentioned Sin Demons?” I handed the little piece of plastic over and she set it next to her computer, then typed a couple things in.

“Puca and Sin Demons. I finished the research I needed to do on Sidhe already. For now, anyway.” Her eyes flicked up to my face for a moment, studying me before she looked back to her screen and resumed typing. Eventually she turned the monitor around so I could see it, leaning forward a bit so she could see as she indicated the titles there. My eyes instinctively dipped down when she did so. She was wearing a mustard yellow blouse which showed off deep cleavage. My standards had just been rewritten the night before, but even the comparatively modest neckline of her shirt showed off enough to distract me for a moment until my actual thinking-brain kicked in.

The screen held a number of titles that she had queued up and ready to request. I spent a minute glancing over them and the short descriptions, then gave the librarian my most winning smile. “That looks great! Any idea how long it will take?”

She gave a little half shrug as she responded, “Usually three to five days. We’ll send you a text when they get in, Mr. Puttman.” I started when she said my name, my brow furrowing for a few seconds until I realized I had just given her my library card a couple minutes before. I then glanced about, checking for a nametag but coming up empty.

“That sounds great! I’ll be back in three to five days then, I guess!” I grabbed my laptop off the counter, took the library card she handed back to me, and made my farewells.

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Arriving back at my apartment, I hauled myself up the three sets of stairs, reflecting that it wasn’t just sex with a couple of highly enthusiastic women that had been getting me into shape, it was also the increased number of trips I’d been taking lately leading to me never skipping leg day. I wasn’t in any kind of financial shape to buy a house - especially since I had only ‘gone legit’ in terms of bookkeeping recently, but the idea of not having either anyone on top of me or tons of stairs to climb was increasingly appealing.

The apartment door was locked when I got home, so I carefully juggled my laptop bag and my keys for a moment, eventually managing to turn the key in the lock and open the door. Glancing around, I started to call out a greeting, only for my words to die in my throat. Standing in the middle of my living room, trapped between the TV and my couch, was a horse. A beautiful, sleek, jet black horse. With a shiny black coat that shone in the lights of the apartment. It turned its head, one golden eye regarding me for a long moment, before it blinked and lowered its mouth towards the carpet as though to graze.

I stood in frozen shock, until the thought that it was about to start chewing on the carpet got some motion into me. How had it even gotten inside? I was up three flights of stairs, and it looked big enough I wasn’t sure it would even fit through the door. I managed to find my voice, leaving the door open behind me and stepping through as I called, “Nonono, I, please don’t…”

Then the horse laughed. Or at least, it snorted hot air through flaring nostrils and its barrel chest shook. I gaped in utter incomprehension. The horse tossed its head back, its long black mane swishing from one side of its neck to the other. Then, as I watched, it began to collapse in on itself. Its neck shortened, its chest shrunk in on itself, and its nose flattened in. Its tail just slid in, vanishing entirely. Its fur vanished, morphing into a skirt and t-shirt.

In moments, the horse was gone, leaving a raven haired, very busty woman bending over to touch the ground, laughing too hard to stand up.

I glared at Rose. I very deliberately walked over, set my laptop down on the table, then turned to close up the apartment door. Cindy and Aubrette both walked out of the latter’s bedroom, and by the time they were joining us, my Puca had managed to get her laughter under control enough to stammer out, “Ooooh, your face. That was perfect.” Then she burst out into peals of laughter again. Cindy was smirking, while my Sidhe Vassal looked trepidatious. I waved off whatever concerns she had, shaking my head and letting out a quiet laugh myself.

“Ok, no, I admit, that was pretty good. I should’ve expected that one, really, that’s on me.” As I spoke, I walked over to the demon and the Sidhe, gathering a kiss from each. My little blonde slipped me some aggressive tongue as I did, while my tall redhead was noticeably more chaste - at least until I grabbed her neck and slid my tongue past her luscious lips to taste her honey and strawberry mouth. I didn’t linger, but by the time I pulled back and turned my head, Rose was already standing only a few feet away, head tilted back, pouty lips pursed up and waiting for a kiss. They were, once more, glossy and black. I laughed, leaning down to kiss the Puca quickly, only for her to wrap her arms around my neck after a quick peck so she could get her own time with her tongue in my mouth.

When she finally released me, she commented, “I can probably only get away with that one once, you’ll be expecting a horse next time. I’ll have to wait a couple years before I do it again.” Then she giggled again, and the motion sent her t-shirt jiggling in a way that made me want to keep the little goth fairy laughing forever. I bent down and kissed her again, smiling as I stood and looked around, “Ok, so - mission success?”

In the end, it was actually Aubrette who gave the best summary of the trip, drawing on her centuries of experience as expedition support for the whims of the Royal Sidhe Court she once served. The ladies had visited Rose’s parents out in the southern part of the city and retrieved not just sufficient clothes for the Puca, but also a sewing machine and several projects she was working on. For the time being, they were mostly packed away into the corner of Aubrette’s bedroom, since it was the only place to put them, but when Rose was ready to work, the Sidhe could manifest an area for her to occupy.

Cindy’s contribution to the conversation was mostly to point out that my Puca mount’s mother did, indeed, have a bigger rack than her daughter. This earned her a glare from the raven haired woman, and a repeated declaration that she wasn’t taking me to meet them any time soon. The Sin Demon responded by giving me a smokey look for some reason, leaving me holding up my hands in front of myself and backing away. “Nope, nope, not going there. Not gonna press that issue no matter how hot Rose’s mom is.”

Somehow, that didn’t make things better.

Eventually Aubrette went to take a turn with the laptop. Her little under the table cleaning business was operating under a model pretty similar to what I had done half a year ago, before Cindy’s assistance let me start to expand my services. She coordinated with people via email, scheduled times out, and mostly just collected cash from other residents of the apartment complex. It wasn’t complex, and it didn’t bring in a ton of cash, but the extra spending money was nice.

Cindy curled up on the couch, tugging a blanket over herself and letting her brilliant green eyes close, apparently embracing the Sin of Sloth for the moment. That left me with Rose, so I took the chance to ask a question I had been wondering about for a while. “So, your lips… is that lipstick, or are you making them black somehow?”

The little bombshell of a woman pursed her lips together, blowing a kiss at me from her black lips. Which then rapidly became the same purple as Cindy’s, before flashing through green, yellow, a natural pink, eventually settling on a shade I could only describe as ‘fuck me red’, blowing a kiss to me each time. Then they parted as she said, “Minor transformation effects like that don’t really cost anything noticeable. I usually just stick with lip gloss to make them shine and do the color myself.”

I couldn’t help myself, and lowered my head to claim said lips for myself, slipping my arms around the curvaceous woman and kissing her for a moment. She made no move to object, instead tilting her head back and humming happily against my mouth. Eventually, I pulled back and asked, “What other kinds of changes can you do? You mentioned a few different forms you normally switch back and forth between - wanna show off?”

Reaching down, Rose gripped the bottom of her t-shirt and peeled it off, revealing a heavy black bra beneath. After tossing the shirt onto the back of the couch, she reached behind herself and spent a moment undoing the clasps of the thick bra band, letting her huge chest bounce free. I watched in total fascination as she wiggled her hips back and forth, her heavy breasts swaying with the motion as she slid her skirt and panties past her wide hips. Gloriously nude, she took a moment to plant her hands on her hips and pose for me. Then, once she was sure she had my attention, she announced, “Ok, showoff time! You already saw my horse form, so I’ll skip that for now, but the whole ‘riding’ thing doesn’t have to be sexual. If you need to go galloping through a meadow somewhere, I’m your gal. Instead…”

As she trailed off, she rippled slightly, bits of her seeming to shift like liquid. A set of black whiskers, like a cats, sprouted from both round cheeks. Her eyes remained golden, but her pupils widened and stretched out to both sides, becoming a bar just like the one I saw on her horse form. Looking down, I saw that her figure had become a little fuller everywhere - her stomach was bigger, her tits were threatening to reach anime-girl levels, with long pronounced nipples. Her hips widened, and her thighs fleshed out a little more. As my eyes continued down, I noticed that her feet were no longer human - they now ended in narrow little goat’s hoofs, and were surrounded by jet black fur that ran up about halfway to her knee.

Once she was sure I had taken in all of the obvious changes, she turned around, and wiggled her very full ass at me. Right on top of it, at the base of her spine, was a jet black poof of a bunny tail.

I had been vaguely wondering what my response to seeing this form would be. She had flashed it to me briefly the first night I met her, but I’d been more than a little tipsy at the time. When I thought back to it later, I’d been concerned that I’d find the animal features she displayed to be somehow uncanny or too offputting. After all, I’m not into goats or horses, and while catgirls in anime can be cute, I had no idea what the reality would look like. The 2019 Cats movie had intruded painfully into my unconsciousness, my memory refusing to let go of it.

Watching the nude woman slowly turning around for my inspection now, I realized that whatever buried anxiety I had on the topic were entirely without merit. Rose was adorable. The little non-human traces she displayed just served to highlight the woman underneath them even more. She completed her spin and then looked up at me, and I was insightful enough to guess at the cause of the slight touch of worry on her features.

I stepped forward and slid my arms around her shoulders, leaning in for yet another kiss. Her whiskers rubbed against my face as I did, leading to me giggling unexpectedly into her mouth, but I squeezed harder to prevent her from escaping when that lead to her trying to pull back. Only when I was sure my message had been received did I release her lips and tell her honestly, “You’re beautiful.”

She beamed up at me, preening a little. “You’re not too bad yourself, Master Jack Sir. Ok, two… nope, three more I’m going to show off for you now. First, one o’ my favorites.” She again made sure I was watching, before suddenly shrinking. Her skin darkened rapidly, sprouting fur as she got smaller, and smaller, and smaller, until an adorable jet black cat stood on its hind legs. She lowered herself to all fours, then very deliberately let out a little ‘meow.’ Then she walked forward, rubbing herself around my legs as she did a quick circle around them. I couldn’t help myself - I immediately bent down, reaching out for her and picking her up to cradle her to my chest.

“Rose, you are absolutely adorable. I haven’t been able to keep a cat since I moved out of my parents place, so I hope you know you’re going to act as a lap warmer sometimes.” She purred loudly, bumped herself against my cheek, but then squirmed until I put her down. As I watched, the process reversed itself, the cat growing and shifting right in front of me until I was nearly knocked over by the nude woman right in front of me. She wrapped her arms around me for a quick hug.

“Master Jack, I would be honored to sit in your lap.” Then she half-closed her eyelids, her voice growing smokey as she added, “In cat form too, if you like…” A moment later, she was smiling brightly and announcing, “Ok, second-to-last!”

Rose’s next transformation took quite a bit longer. She shrank down once more, her whole body again seeming to flow like liquid until at my feet was a large black raven. At a glance, she was probably longer in this form than she was in her cat form, which caused my eyes to widen. I hadn’t ever really thought of ravens as large, but she was probably the biggest bird I’d been this close to. As though sensing my thoughts, she snapped her wings out to either side, displaying a truly impressive wingspan that had to be nearly five feet. She rotated her wings a little, showing off iridescent feathers, then tilted her head to fix a single golden eye on me. I blinked, having expected it to be a beady black, but instead found myself transfixed by the solid golden orb. Then she almost solemnly announced, “Caw,’ before again changing back.

Her transformation back into a beautiful woman was faster than her one going from woman to bird, and I tried to make a note to ask her for details about that when she was done. She was still standing with her arms outstretched when she finished, and she turned that into a little bow. Then she stepped forward until her breasts pressed to my chest, tilting her head up with her lips pursed and demanding another kiss. I delivered it, and she smiled happily. “I should probably practice that one more often, but honestly… I’m a lousy flier. You’d think it’d be fun and exciting, but really it’s just a lot of fighting with the air to get somewhere that you could probably walk to more easily.”

I laughed and repeated something I had read online. “If humans could fly, we’d call it exercise and avoid it at all costs.” That got a firm nod of agreement from the Puca. Then she stepped back just a little, studying my face carefully. She nodded to herself, then pointed to the little wooden chair by the kitchenette.

“Sit!” I raised my eyebrows, but complied with her demand. She moved to follow, standing just a couple feet in front of me, then scrunching up her face in concentration. This transformation was the slowest yet, which let me keep track of most of the changes as she made them. She got a little taller, topping out at probably five foot seven. Her stomach slowly pulled in, becoming nearly as flat as Cindy’s. Her hips remained wide, but her thighs narrowed until a gap appeared at their apex. Her tits swelled and perked up, rising along her chest as though they were balloons being pumped full of helium, each one completely ludicrous in size - her rack was now as big as the rest of her torso and supernaturally high on her chest. Her nipples shrank down, becoming crinkled pink nubs on the end of the enormous orbs floating in front of her. Finally, as she leaned forward to glance over herself, the little thatch of black pubic hair she kept just disappeared, vanishing back into her body.

She looked… she looked like she had just stepped out of a hentai, from some deranged artist’s wet dream. She gave me her best smile and said, “Well, Master, want a lap dance?”

I laughed, shaking my head no. “Nope! Not like this. Maybe when I was fourteen I would’ve said yes, but… honestly, it’s a little uncanny valley. Like this is the shape the body snatchers would take to lure me away somewhere. Or like you’re hiding some teeth where you shouldn’t…”

She winked, asking, “Who says I’m not? Wanna check?” She wiggled her hips, thrusting them forward to show off her completely hairless pussy. It was unnaturally smooth and pink, and wildly disconcerting. I shook my head in another firm no.

“Nope! Nu uh! No thank you!” I paused, then added, “I’ll take you up on that lapdance, but only if you shift back. And maybe not right now.” She inhaled deeply - causing her inflated tits to rise high on her chest - then let it out slowly, rippling and reverting to the first form I ever saw her in. Rather than giving me a lap dance, though, she just walked up in front of me and bent down. She took a moment to rub my face between her boobs, then backed up enough to let her reach down and unzip my pants. Her hand slipped past my fly, fished around until she managed to navigate into my boxers, then wrapped itself around my dick. I was already fully hard - a process which started when she first stripped off her shirt, but which kept getting thrown for loops as she turned into animals. That was neat, but my poor erection wasn’t keeping up well with the change between beautiful woman and critter.

With my cock free and standing up proudly in the air of my apartment, Rose spun around, backed herself up into my lap, then lowered herself down. She didn’t actually move to put me inside of her, but instead trapped my dick between her thighs as she snuggled in.

I was… not really complaining, but I’ll admit my eyebrows shot up at the liberty she had taken. I supposed I had indicated I was ok with her sitting on my dick when she brought it up before, but … ok, I wasn’t going to complain. Instead I brought my hands up to grope her tits, lifting the heavy breasts and occasionally squeezing her nipples. She hummed happily before speaking. “I’m… kinda glad you aren’t a fan. It’s more work to maintain that than I would like. Oh, I should be able to manage a goat too, but I keep popping back as soon as I succeed. Maybe with more practice, but it’s just not something I normally need, so…”

I laughed, shaking my head. “No, I shouldn’t think so.” Her thighs shifted slightly, flexing to squeeze down on my cock. “I like you the way you are. You’re beautiful, and sexy. In this form or your…” I trailed off, trying to figure out how to word my question. “Real form? Other form? Fairy Form?”

She shrugged. “My parents always called it our true form. Most Puca in Faerie have some animal traits to them, they just hide them away when they’re in the mortal realm. Me, though, I’ve looked more like this for most of my life, so it’s just as easy, just as much ‘me’ as the other version. Call it my true form, or my fairy form if you like.” She leaned back against my chest, “And if you want the bigger girls, I’m happy to switch to it.”

That got another laugh from me and I flexed my hands, digging them into the yielding flesh of her huge tits. “I can’t say they don’t look nice, but you’ve got bigger boobs than I know what to do with now. Ok, that’s a lie, I know exactly what to do with your boobs. Let me rephrase: You have enough boob for any of my purposes, if I decide later that I need you to grow huge - no, huger - tits, I will keep that option in mind. Otherwise, though… as long as we’re in private, take whichever form suits your mood I guess?” Then I slid my fingers to her nipples, starting to grab and pinch them lightly.

A glance towards the bedroom doors revealed exactly what I expected - Aubrette was standing in the doorframe watching us after having finished her work. I grinned as an idea struck me. “C’mon!” I squeezed Rose’s nipples one more time, then released them to pat her thighs instead. “Let’s move this party to the couch. We’re going to watch a movie and I’m going to take you up on an offer you made yesterday. Oh, and before I forget, I’m going to give you homework.”

The Puca looked disappointed for a moment, but her expression soon turned curious. She slid from my lap, apparently perfectly comfortable walking around my apartment in the nude. It occurred to me that I really needed to refresh my cleaning ritual around my couch, just to make sure it stayed… habitable. That couch had seen a lot of use in the past few months, and I didn’t foresee that changing.

Since Aubrette had finished with the laptop, I borrowed it and fired off a quick print job. As my wireless printer started grinding and churning out pages in the corner, I plopped down next to Cindy. The Sin Demon stirred at the motion, poking her head out from the blanket to examine me. I hadn’t bothered tucking my dick back into my pants after Rose pulled it out, so the little blonde reached a hand out to encircle it. She gave it a few fond pumps with her delicate fingers, then shifted. I glanced up to where Aubrette was watching in fascination, one of her hands unconsciously creeping down her abdomen until she realized I was looking. She flushed bright red and folded her hands in front of herself. I pointed to my left, and she obediently seated herself.

My couch wasn’t big enough for four people, which left Rose out in the cold - so to speak. I held up a hand for her, asking that she wait, and she shrugged amenably. Then, as I started to pull up something to watch, she meandered off to the fridge to forage. By the time I had The Shape of Water queued up, she had popped the cap off of one of my beers and returned. I scootched back against the back of the couch, and she needed no further invitation. She claimed my lap as her seat, resting back against me comfortably. Her thick soft thighs again engulfed my dick, slowly rubbing back and forth around it as she shifted to get comfortable.

The opening of the movie passed like that, before Rose - still fully naked - decided she was cold. She reached over to snag the blanket Cindy was sheltering under and pulled it over her lap. This exposed the Sin Demon’s legs, and she responded by shuffling over and curling up against my side, re-covering herself as she did so. Insatiable demon of Lust that she was, though, she didn’t stop there. Once she and my Puca were under the same blanket, I felt Cindy’s hand slide up onto Rose’s thigh. The raven haired beauty stiffened for a moment in surprise, but then let out a quiet throaty chuckle as she figured out Cindy’s plan. The little blonde pushed her hand between the Puca’s thighs, letting her fingertips just lightly trace up and down the bottom of my shaft. The position was a little awkward, so she couldn’t do more than tease, but having one woman toying with my dick while it was between another woman’s legs just felt delightfully… Sinful.

Apparently Rose agreed. As the movie went on, I felt her starting to shift and wriggle in my lap. Nothing drastic, but enough to let me know that she was either uncomfortable, or turned on. The occasional happy hum I heard from her let me know it was probably the latter.

An odd thought occurred to me when I realized that the squirming lapful of Puca I had wasn’t really causing me any discomfort. I hadn’t planned on us staying in this position long term, because I knew that as nice as it was having someone snuggling in my lap, my legs would start to feel the strain of holding them after a while. Instead, though, I felt just as comfortable as I did the moment she first settled in. I tried to think of a way to phrase the question that wouldn’t get me in trouble, failed to focus for a while when Cindy’s finger found a sensitive spot under the head of my dick, and just decided to plow ahead with what I had. “Hey… not to ruin the mood or anything, but… normally I can only keep someone in my lap for a little while before my thighs start to complain. They aren’t complaining now, and I don’t think it’s just because of how happy I am to have Rose there.”

That got a laugh from Rose and a deliberate wiggle to press her butt into me, as well as a quiet chuckle from Cindy. It was Aubrette who spoke, though, her voice barely louder than the dialogue of the movie. “You are now linked to three beings of magic. We talked about Glamour changing you before, it is possible this is more of the same. It is also possible you are being affected by the Sin you channel as well.”

The source of said Sin took that as her queue. She shoved her hand forward, forcing Rose’s thighs far enough apart that she could wrap her hand fully around my shaft. The Puca immediately closed them once more, trapping it there, but it left Cindy with enough mobility that she could work her wrist up and down a little as she added, “In truth it would be a surprise if you weren’t impacted. Did you think you would be unchanged by the powers you channel?”

I sat in stunned silence at that question, not having an answer at hand. I hadn’t really thought about the possibility, and it struck me that while I seemed to be doing well overall, I was also adrift in dark waters without a guide. In truth, the only reason I was even alive was my Gift, and that wasn’t a lighthouse to navigate by. That was more like shining a tiny flashlight into the waters and paddling frantically when it revealed a reef.

I was prevented from sinking too far into my thoughts when the hand around my dick squeezed gently, Cindy’s voice whispering in my ear, “Do not fret, Master. I do not believe you will be changed for the worse. If nothing else, you gave your mount one load of your seed this morning, fed me a second while we drove, and show no sign of softening. You have three women to fill with your cum, and you are virile enough to make that a possibility.”

I smirked at that, unable to deny the truth of it. I had three beautiful women, and a year ago I wouldn’t have been able to do them anything like the justice they deserved. Now, though, even though I had cum twice today, I knew without question I had a third in me. And, to that end, her words pushed me towards a specific action. “You are so right. Rose, I hate to ask you to move - I really, really hate asking such a beautiful woman to leave my lap - but…” She wiggled herself once more, then stood, Cindy releasing me to let her stand. As she did, I turned to my left, facing my auburn haired vassal. “You. Strip. Your Lord requires the services of his concubine.”

From the way Aubrette jumped off of the couch, you’d guess someone stuck her with a pin. She frantically scrabbled at her clothing in her haste to obey, and moments later she was as naked as Rose, both Fae women looking down towards me. The contrast between their expressions was so severe as to be almost comical. My Sidhe burned with embarrassment, her body flush from the tops of her breasts to her face, even as her eyes treacherously refused to leave my still exposed dick. The Puca who I now claimed, though, had a mirthful expression, her eyes dancing between me, my dick, and the other naked woman.

I gestured to my left, addressing Rose. “You now have a seat available, if you’d do me the honor of joining me.” She did, seating herself so that she was lightly pressed to my side. I waited until she was settled in, then slipped my hand into her lap, fingers working their way between her thighs until she parted them for me and let me start to tease and play with the outside of her extremely wet pussy. I used my right hand to point down, at the ground in front of me. Focusing my eyes on Aubrette, I put on my best, most stern and authoritative tone. In the last few months I’d had the chance to practice it, and I loved watching the way the extremely submissive Sidhe reacted. “You. Kneel before your lord. Put your mouth where it belongs and show me that you deserve to remain in my service.”

The effect might have been spoiled a little as a giggle escaped Rose’s lips, but you wouldn’t have known it by the look on Aubrette’s face. The Sidhe was a picture of agonized delight as she dropped to her knees in front of me, immediately burying her head in my lap. I felt her wonderfully full lips part to accept my cock, before she immediately started licking and sucking in my second blowjob of the day. I turned my eyes to my right and was met by Cindy’s brilliant green eyes. She waited until I was looking at her, then shifted to push the blankets off of her lap. Both of her hands took mine and guided them between her legs. Somehow she was already naked from the waist down, and my fingertips met molten moisture as she parted her thighs to accept them. She spoke, not bothering to whisper, drowning out the still playing movie. “Master, please fingerbang this slut of yours while your redheaded bitch bobs her head up and down on your massive cock. Your unworthy little fucktoy would absolutely love to let you feel just how soaked her tight little cunt gets just knowing that her Master is getting a fraction of the pleasure he deserves.”

I couldn’t refuse a request like that. I curled my fingers in as Cindy spread her legs as far as she could, letting my fingertips slip past the hairless outer lips of her pussy to begin to probe her scorching depths. Aubrette moaned around my dick as she heard the Sin Demon speak, unable to contribute with her mouth full, but bobbing her head enthusiastically in agreement. To my left, Rose added her contribution to the conversation. “Oooh, I knew she was going to be a kinky bitch, but she’s fun. Master Jack, Sir, I don’t know that I’ll be as good at begging, but your big-tittied Puca would love to point out that her pussy is a needy, greedy little thing if you want to put your fingers to work there too…”

I did. I curled my fingers on both hands, letting me push my middle fingers each into a different pussy, feeling their slick holes squeeze down on the digits. I knew I probably wasn’t giving either woman the full attention she deserved, but neither complained as I pumped first one, then both my middle and ring fingers into Cindy and Rose’s cunts.

For the next several minutes, I fingered two different women while a third did her best to bury my dick in her throat. Unlike Cindy, who had no gag reflex at all, Aubrette had to work to get her lips to the bottom of my shaft. The tall redhead choked from time to time, needing to pull back to catch her breath, buying herself time by pumping both hands along my spit-soaked shaft. Then she would release it, only to try once more to lodge my cock in her throat.

Rose moaned quietly, emitting happy hums as my fingers slid in and out of her slick channel. I glanced over to see that her hands were on her huge breasts, idly playing with her own nipples as I fingered her. My hips bucked at that sight just a little, but my Sidhe pressed onward, using that bit of extra momentum to finally force the head of my cock into her throat. She pressed her face into my lap, swallowing repeatedly to massage me while her drool dripped down my shaft and onto my balls.

My Sin Demon, meanwhile, decided that still having her shirt on meant she was overdressed. She whipped off her t-shirt in a swift motion, tossing it into the corner of the room and baring her tiny tits, while leaving me the only person in the room wearing clothes. She shifted around a little, careful not to dislodge my hand from her soaking wet cunt, even as she leaned her head against my shoulder and whispered up to me. “This is how it should be, Master. Surrounded by women, naked and wet and eager. Enthusiastic mouths and cunts and asses for you to take and fill…”

I repeated a little litany in my head, reminding myself that the hot little blonde whispering in my ear was a literal demon of Lust, but god damn was she making a lot of sense right now. My upstairs brain might have had some reservations, but my downstairs brain was in wholehearted agreement. Watching Aubrette’s gorgeous auburn curls as she slid her lips along my shaft, while I felt both Cindy and Rose writhing at my touch was… addictive.

I felt Rose cum first. The black haired Puca suddenly clamped her thighs down around my hand, trapping it in place while she squirmed and moaned beside me. My eyes rolled back in my head at the combined assault of sounds and sensations I was experiencing, and Aubrette took that as her queue. The Sidhe woman sped up, no longer trying to swallow my dick, but instead focusing on sustained steady motion to bring me over the edge. Just as I felt my balls begin to pull back, readying themselves to pump my load into my vassal’s mouth, I heard Cindy whisper hotly beside me, “Fuck yes, Master, fill the horny slut’s mouth while your bitches cum on your hands, fuck yes, fuck fuck FUCK!”

The Sin Demon mirrored Rose, trapping my right hand as well as she came around it. I fired load after load of my hot seed into Aubrette’s waiting lips, feeling her swallowing as rapidly as she could. It wasn’t enough, and she had to pull back to avoid choking, receiving the last couple spurts across her face. Half drunk with lust, the Sidhe used her hands to gather up the cum which had escaped her, greedily scooping it into her mouth to swallow it before again lowering her head into my lap. Her tongue slid over my cock, causing me to spasm slightly as it brushed along my suddenly oversensitive shaft. I felt Cindy relax her thighs, allowing me to free my hand. Rose made no move to do so, but when I glanced over and saw her playful smile, I realized that was on purpose. She wiggled a little, pressing herself against my sodden fingers, then said brightly, “That was fun! What’s for dinner?”

I laughed. On the TV, a light piano and string piece played as the title of the film flashed up, and I realized I had missed fully half of the movie, having no idea what happened after… after… something about a cat, I think. Somehow, it just didn’t seem important.

The rest of the evening was spent enjoying dinner together courtesy of Aubrette’s talent bringing forth some excellent to-go Tapas. Rose was the first one of the ladies to get dressed, and as tempted as I was to make the other two stay naked, I eventually shook that thought free and asked them to dress. I wanted a reasonably clear head about myself as I sat down to do my own homework. Handing the curvaceous Puca one copy, I sat down on the couch with a pen and started finally filling out my own copy of the same questionnaire about kinks and sexual preferences I had given my Sidhe vassal shortly after meeting her.

It wasn’t my first time reading the questions, so I went through it fairly quickly, but it did force me to think about some things in order to give an honest answer. For example, I hadn’t put too much thought into it when Aubrette checked the ‘enthusiastic consent’ option when it asked about ‘wearing symbolic ornaments’, since that hadn’t really come up in our play yet. Looking at that option now immediately brought a vision to mind of all three women, each wearing a color coded collar, and I realized I hadn’t given this the attention it really deserved.

I flipped back to the first page once again and actually focused on the task, doing my best to not get distracted. I did, however, use that as something of a guideline. The more easily my mind started conjuring images of one or more of the women being involved in an activity, the more likely I was to mark it as a preference.

Rose was still working on the checklist when I finished, and I resisted the urge to peek over her shoulder. I was very much looking forward to seeing what she put down, but I didn’t want to rush or pressure her and wind up with a less accurate result. Instead, I pulled up my laptop, and fired off a couple quick emails to confirm appointments. I realized as I was typing up the last one that I had re-written a sentence three times because my concentration was starting to slip, so I closed the laptop with that particular email unsent, and meandered towards the bathroom to start getting ready for bed.

Aubrette was the only one who had joined me by the time I fell asleep, my arms wrapped around the tall redhead. I had expressed several months back that I enjoyed cuddling when I was drifting off, and if Cindy wasn’t already in bed when I started getting ready, the Sidhe would often take that as a cue to join me. I drifted off with the scent of spring flowers and honey filling my nose, Aubrette’s back snuggled up to my chest.

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When I awoke the following morning, it took a little groping around to discover that I had Cindy draped halfway over me, but the bed was otherwise empty. A noise I didn’t immediately recognize, some kind of mechanical ‘chgchgchg’ sound, drew my attention, so I wandered into the living room, leaving the little demon to her Sloth. There was no sign of Aubrette, which wasn’t terribly surprising - she always tried to get her cleaning work scheduled as early as possible, so she could be available later to ‘attend your needs, My Lord’. Instead, I discovered Rose hunched over the little coffee table I had salvaged from a college dumpster some years back, with a mass of white fabric and lace spread out in front of her.

The noise was coming from some kind of sewing machine she had placed on top of it, and I watched in fascination for a while as she deftly maneuvered a piece of sheer white cloth through it. I was about to speak when my Gift perked up, warning me of the danger of distracting her with a dull red flash. Nothing disastrous, but not good either. Eventually she paused, and I waited until her hands were free of the device before quietly greeting her. “Morning Rose… sewing machine?”

The curvy Puca started, validating my guess that she hadn’t heard me, and turned towards me. She smiled the moment her golden eyes settled on my face, but then shook her head. “Serger. Similar idea but makes more professional looking edges.” She held up the piece she had just finished. To my untrained eye, I couldn’t see any particular difference, but she was the expert, so I just nodded along. I padded over to the kitchenette, quietly muttering a word of gratitude to Aubrette when I saw there was coffee already brewed.

I poured myself a mug and, while I started adding creamer and sweetener, asked, “Got any plans for the day? Obviously sewing. Serging? What’s the verb here?” That got a laugh from Rose, and I smiled to myself. She might have embraced a generally Goth aesthetic - being dressed today in a tight black t-shirt and jeans that hugged her wide hips - but her vibes were relentlessly upbeat.

“Sewing works. Serging is technically correct for what I’m doing right now, but since I’m doing more than just that, the more general word fits. And that depends somewhat on you, Master Jack Sir. I’m usually most productive in the morning… actually, I didn’t wake you, did I? I’m sorry if I did, I’m just used to working first thing, otherwise I tend to get distracted…” Rose seemed to realize she was rambling, gave me a helpless shrug, then turned back to her work while I answered.

“I don’t think you did. Or at least, I wasn’t conscious of the noise until I was out of bed, so no worries there.” Now that she brought it to mind, one of the rituals from the book that I hadn’t managed to pull off successfully was supposed to create a noise damping effect for some time. If she was going to be using a sewing machine - sorry, serger - in the morning on a regular basis, maybe it was time to give it another try.

I took a sip of coffee, trying to wake up and focus, and realized that Rose had started talking while I was lost in thought and I had missed the first few words. “...for the next few hours, unless my Rider needs me for something. Then I was actually kinda hoping to tag along with you while you work.” I had mentioned my schedule to the ladies the evening before, so her knowing I was heading out in the afternoon wasn’t a surprise. “I’d normally spend the afternoon napping, gaming, or browsing the internet, but if you’re willing to put up with me…”

I held up a hand to interrupt her. “It’s not putting up with you, Rose, I’d love to have you come along. I was planning on bringing Cindy anyway, one of my afternoon appointments is for a car restore, and I usually try to have her help with that. Showing up with not one but two gorgeous women can only help my mystique among my clientele. Actually… are you any good at ritual magic?” I paused, then spoke again before she could answer. “Wait, back one step first - what kind of gaming?”

She giggled, and I settled onto the couch nearby to watch her. About half of it was currently occupied by bits of cloth, and what looked like a pattern she had printed out - it didn’t look like the flimsy brown paper I vaguely associated with sewing. She searched around for a few moments before answering, eventually finding a bit of heavier cloth and using the serger to join it to the one she had just been working on.

She waited until she was done with that particular work to answer. “First, Master Jack Sir, if you must know… mostly Minecraft and Hearthstone as far as go-to games. I’ve done the whole MMORPG thing but I kicked the habit when my parents informed me I hadn’t left my room in a full day. I’ve always been a bit of a homebody. Consequence of a couple of parents who were always wary of me attracting too much attention.”

She used a bit of wire mesh to hold some cloth in place, and I finally figured out what it was she was working on - some kind of white bustier, which she was in the process of attaching one of the cups to. “And as for the former - I dunno. My parents taught me some of what they called Puca magic, but there was never really enough loose Glamour to try it out. Ooh, maybe I’m secretly super powerful, and all I gotta do is suck your dick to juice me up! C’mon, Master Jack, wanna give it a try?”

I laughed at that, taking another drink of my coffee. “Maybe in a bit. I was actually going to try to pull off a new ritual later today once Aubrette got back, I’d love to see if you’re able to help make it work. As for the other thing…” I grinned at her over my coffee cup. “Let me finish my coffee first, and then we’ll see.”

As Rose settled back in to work, I gathered up the questionnaire she had filled out, snagging my laptop and claiming the far corner of the couch for myself. The Puca’s sewing project had taken up most of the available space in my living room, but she paused long enough to help me clear a space to sit. Surrounded by bits of sheer white cloth, lace, and accompanied by the occasional chugging of the serger, I sipped my coffee and read.

And then I pulled up an incognito browser window and started looking some things up, because there were some items the apparently kinky girl had picked that I still wasn’t familiar with. A few of them I had looked up for myself when I was taking my own turn with the form, but I hadn’t necessarily done any deep reading on options that I didn’t recognize at a glance. Looking into what some of the selections are turned me on to a couple of surprisingly serious and somber pages talking about general dos and don’ts for BDSM, and I read on in fascination. At some point, I pulled up a blank text file and started jotting down notes, both because there was a ton of good info out there, and because an idea that occurred to me was going to require some planning and negotiation before I’d be willing to give it a try.

Also some shopping. I did a couple quick searches to try to establish a price range for some of the items I would need, and winced. Maybe I’d start with something less ambitious. I was just paring down my shopping list when Aubrette returned from her morning’s work, and as my head took in the tall Sidhe woman, a wicked grin slowly crept across my lips.

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Several hours later, all four of us - myself, Cindy, Aubrette, and Rose - were in the Sidhe’s conjured ritual room. Cindy was standing just inside the door, and the almost hungry look on her face told me she was probably feeling Envious. I made a mental note to give her some attention later - she could be a little insufferable when in the grip of that particular Sin, so pushing her towards one the others would make my life more pleasant.

The two Fae women were seated to either side of me, all three of us leaning forward to better see the tome open on the floor in front of me. Even after six months of lessons from my bound demon and my vassal, my actual understanding of the magic in the spellbook was pretty limited. I had started to maybe pick up the correlation between the diagrams for motion and the actual gestures they indicated, but very frequently needed Cindy to translate the nuances there. As such, I had little to contribute as Rose and Aubrette debated what one of the pages said.

The ritual was the one I had thought of before, which was supposed to stop sound from going into - and out of - an area. I had gathered that it was probably intended for a room like this one, so you could have a secluded space to perform magic, but also so that you couldn’t be spied on by those seeking to steal your secrets. Magicians - or Wizards, or Ritualists, or whatever you would properly call people who used books like this to perform magic - were apparently great hoarders of secrets, reluctant to let anyone else learn the mysteries they had teased out of the universe. Cindy made an offhand comment about magical espionage at some point when we first started trying to decode the book, and the mental image of a wizened man crouching in the bushes to try to overhear the chanting of another wizened old man had stuck with me.

From what I could gather, my Sidhe vassal was pointing out a particular phrase that corresponded, to her understanding, to a commonly used charm of the Noble Sidhe. Rose - with far more vigor - was excitedly disagreeing, since a couple of the words apparently also matched a phrase from an ancient Puca rhyme her parents had taught her. My knowledge of the pronunciation of the letters matched Aubrette’s, but since she was the one who had been teaching me the alphabet, that was hardly a surprise. The idea that there might be multiple different ways to interpret a written language was seeping into my head with a distinct feeling of dread. The more I thought about it, the more sense it made. The magicians of old used every means to safeguard their magical secrets they could find, and that could easily mean recording incantations meant to be spoken in different languages using the same character set.

The Fae women didn’t seem to be about to come to a consensus, so I held up a hand to try to get their attention. It took a moment for them to notice, but Aubrette trailed off in mid sentence when she realized I wanted to chime in. Rose parted her lips to rebut the statement, but I managed to speak before she could. “Ok, talking through this isn’t working. We’re just going to try both versions and see if they work. The reagents for this one, I’m pretty sure, are all ones that we’ve got a ton of, so we burn through some of those and try to make it work.”

My High Sidhe immediately nodded her head in acceptance, while Rose narrowed her eyes at me for a moment, but then shrugged. “Sure, if you wanna do it that way…” I leaned over to steal a kiss from first the Puca, then the Sidhe, leading to both of them smiling as I rose and helped them to their feet.

It took several minutes to set aside the items we needed, and I reflected again as I pulled out a bag of gum arabic that I had a vastly easier time obtaining some of these things than whoever wrote this book probably did. Frankincense was put on the same level as gold when you talked about the gifts of the magi, but I could buy a one pound bag on the internet for fifteen bucks. We tried Rose’s pronunciation first when performing the ritual, and I had to squeeze her in a firm hug some fifteen or twenty minutes later when it didn’t work. We tried Aubrette’s next, with a similarly dismal outcome. Then we spent about an hour and a half more trying a couple different slight variations with different gesture patterns and switching up reagents.

I was about to give up when Cindy suggested, “Do both of them at once.” I looked between the tall auburn haired Sidhe, and the much shorter, curvaceous Puca, and admitted it sounded like a good idea, but… then my brain fully caught up to what she meant, and I nodded. A few minutes later, I had Aubrette to my left and Rose to my right, both of them speaking in carefully measured tones, focusing on their own incantations to try to avoid interrupting each other or faltering in their speech. Meanwhile I tried to tune out both of them as I went through the series of gestures the text indicated.

It didn’t work. It did, however, produce more of an effect than any of our previous efforts, so we decided to try again. And again. And then on the fourth attempt, with both Fae women chanting their own versions of the incantation, I finally hit on the proper combination of materials and gestures to go along with it. The tiny wisps of incense smoke drifting about the room abruptly whirled around, spreading out to settle into the corners of the room and then vanishing. All four of us looked around in wonder and fascination, and I tentatively called out, “Hello?”

I was about ready to be disappointed when I didn’t sound any different from usual, until I heard Cindy call out from the door. “Master, it won’t work in here. You stay here, I’ll step outside to test.” The little blonde woman took the few steps she needed to pass the doorframe, then turned around. As I watched, her lips moved, but while I heard something, it was only the faintest whisper. I bounced on my heels excitedly for a moment, then called out her name. She raised an eyebrow, then shook her head and walked back into the room. “Your ritual was a success. I could barely hear that you were speaking, let alone make out any details.”

That was cause for celebration, and I spent the next few minutes kissing each of the women in turn. The wildly different tastes each of their mouths had to offer was addictive, and I couldn’t help but go for a second round with each after my first pass. As I pulled my tongue out from where it had pushed past her lips to taste her refreshing herbal flavor, I heard a quiet ‘mmm’ from a couple feet away and turned to see that Cindy had yanked Aubrette down to face level she the tiny blonde could shove her own tongue down the redhead’s throat.

I paused for a moment to watch that, while Rose slipped her arms around me and pressed her chest to mine as we both admired the sight. Eventually, I coughed a little and announced, “Ok, we burned up… almost all the time I have before I need to head out to my first appointment. I want to perform this ritual again in Aubrette’s bedroom and use that to try to see how long it lasts. We don’t usually keep this room around, and I don’t know if that means the effect would last through the room not… being… and then being again.”

Cindy immediately released the tall Sidhe woman, turning to nod to me as she did. Aubrette rose to her full height, her cheeks burning as she too acknowledged my statement, and then all four of us set about gathering things to perform the ritual once more in the other room.

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My work day went by in a rush. My schedule was busy, and the time passed very quickly in the company of both Rose and Cindy. Aubrette had offered to stay behind to get some cleaning - and some reading - done on her own, which suited my purposes very well. I used the drive from each client to the next to talk to Rose, making sure she and I were on the same page about some of the things she indicated she had marked as ‘enthusiastic consent’ on the form.

The conversation started awkward, since… honestly, that was probably entirely on me. I hadn’t really been brought up in a culture where we casually talked about kinks and sexual preferences. Six months of living with Cindy got me to the point where I wasn’t blushing as red as Aubrette usually did, but it was still difficult for me to push past the ingrained sense that I just shouldn’t talk about kinks and sex. Fortunately, not only did Rose apparently not have those hangups, but my bound demon was surprisingly helpful.

Having a beautiful girl unashamedly tell me that she was really looking forward to me spanking her was, it turned out, incredibly hot. Having a little blonde woman give me advice on how not just to do it, but how to maximize the Lust I generated in my partner was hot and useful. I had been a little concerned Cindy would try to derail the conversation, since she had a habit of taking any sexual topic and trying to turn it into a sexual encounter. Instead, the Sin Demon just occasionally chimed in with some solid advice about how to make sure we avoided any missteps that would ruin the mood. Or, you know, cause actual harm.

I probably didn’t give my best actual work that day, since I was a little distracted throughout each of my consultations, but I know I got through each of them with a smile on my face.

We also made one stop before heading home, since I needed a couple of things for the evening’s plans.

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By all rights, I should have been tired when we pulled into my apartment’s parking lot. The sun was long since set and it had been a full day. Instead, though, I was practically buzzing with anticipation. I passed Sara as we headed towards my apartment, giving the athletic hispanic woman a distracted smile and wave as she raised an eyebrow while we walked past her. It was only when I reached the stairs that I realized the bag I was carrying in front of myself was clearly marked with the name of an adult toy store.

I was too excited to care, and I started up the three flights of stairs needed to reach my apartment. I blinked in surprise when I recognized the same striking Black woman I had spoken to in the library walking down them. I hadn’t known she lived in the same apartment complex, let alone building. I supposed it made sense, though - I had gone to that library since it was the nearest one. I really needed to check for a nametag next time I visited. I shook the thought off, focusing on my own more immediate future.

I held my apartment door open for my two companions, then stepped through and locked up behind us. Aubrette was just in the process of putting down a trade paperback and rising from the couch, dropping into a quick curtsey when she saw me. I flashed a grin at her, and I couldn’t keep it from widening when she saw the predatory look on my face. I let that sink in, then barked out two quick commands. “Strip. Kneel.”

Even as the Sidhe woman’s face flushed red, she scrambled to obey, pulling off her blouse and bra first, then dropping both her skirt and panties to the floor. Her knees hit the carpet with a soft thump, then she started gathering up her discarded clothes while she waited for further orders. By the time I walked around the couch to sit down in front of her, her garments were neatly stacked and folded on the floor next to her.

I looked down at the blushing redhead kneeling naked before me. She kept her head raised as she sat back on her feet, but her eyes remained downcast and despite her upright posture, her face stayed flush. I leaned forward, sliding my hand down her shoulder to cup one of her full breasts, then started teasing the nipple while I turned my head to address Cindy and Rose. “You know what I have planned, so go wait in the bedroom. We’ll be right in.”

Rose winked at me before letting out a nervous giggle and rushing into the bedroom. The Sin Demon simply gave me an enigmatic smile, then sauntered after the curvy Puca, putting a deliberate wiggle into her slender hips as she did. I watched until they were both past the doorway, then turned to Aubrette. Squeezing her breast once more, I let my fingers trail back up her face, capturing her chin and tilting it up until she was looking at me. Lowering my voice a little, I addressed her seriously, “I know what you wrote and said, that you’re comfortable helping me with basically anything I would want to do with other women, but before I bring you into this, I want to double-check. I’m going to play with Rose, and we’ve agreed to play hard. Well, a little hard, at first - I’m a newcomer to this. Are you still comfortable not just being in the room, but assisting me as I need?”

The Sidhe swallowed visibly, but nodded, her chin shifting against my fingers. When I didn’t release her, and instead waited, she parted her full lips to speak. “Yes, my Lord. Your concubine will assist you in any way you desire. Your… your Sidhe will tell you if she is overwhelmed or if your orders bring more discomfort than excitement, as ordered.” Her voice grew so soft I could barely understand her as she added, “Your… dirty wench is very excited to watch what you do with the Puca woman.”

That verbal assent was what I had been looking for. I kept a hold of her chin long enough to lean down and claim her soft lips, tasting honey and strawberry as my tongue darted past them. Then I released her and stood. Looking down, I ordered, “You will crawl after me to the bedroom, then remain on hands and knees until given further orders.” With that, I walked over and stepped through the door to Aubrette’s bedroom. In truth, I hadn’t actually slept in my own bed for months now, so it was my bedroom as much as hers, but I still hadn’t adjusted to thinking of it like that.

Inside, Cindy had already stripped naked, and the little blonde was standing by the side of the bed unpacking the small bag of purchases I brought home. Rose was seated on the edge of the bed, kicking her feet idly, a slightly nervous smile on her lips. She was wearing a black and red t-shirt that stretched tightly across her heavy bra and a knee length pleated black skirt, fidgeting with the hem of the latter in her hands. I walked across to her to give her another kiss, reassuring her, then turned to watch my redheaded Sidhe vassal crawl on hands and knees into the room.

The tall woman moved gracefully even on hands and knees, her head pointed down so all she could see was the floor directly in front of her. Her full breasts swayed gently beneath her, and the way her hips swung back and forth as she crawled was enough to bring my cock from half mast to full erection. I waited until she had crawled to within a few feet of me and stopped before stepping over to Cindy. Holding my hands out, I accepted the bottle of lube and the black silicone butt plug she handed me, then moved around to lower myself to my knees behind Aubrette.

The Sidhe woman gasped when she felt my fingers reach between her legs, finding the lips of her cunt already slick, soaked with lubrication at the shame she felt. I teased her for a few moments, letting my fingertips push just past her entrance, then withdrawing them to lick them clean. Then I popped the cap of the bottle and announced quietly, “This is going to be cold.” I held the tube over the redhead’s full ass and squeezed, watching the translucent fluid within pour out and drip down. When the first bead of it slid onto Aubrette’s puckered ass, the Sidhe shivered, her hips wiggling, but then straightened as quickly as she could.

I placed a single finger at my vassal’s rear entrance, applying gentle pressure as I rubbed the lube I had just applied around in slow circles. Then, once both her asshole and my finger were well coated, I slowly slipped my fingertip into her ass. I began to pump my finger in and out slowly, working the lube deeper and deeper within her, eventually using my free hand to add more of the slippery liquid, following the creed of ‘you can never have too much lube.’ When she relaxed enough that I could freely slide my finger to the third knuckle into her ass, I spent a few moments pumping my hand back and forth, drawing a throaty moan from the Sidhe, then a gasp when I withdrew.

Instead, I dumped another load of lube onto the butt plug, coating it thoroughly, then placed the tip at the now slick entrance to the Sidhe’s ass. I began applying gentle, relentless pressure, and watching as her tight ring slowly yielded to my advance was incredibly sexy. Within a few moments, the widest part of the plug was pushing past her asshole, and the whole thing suddenly slid forward until the flared base hit her butt. I gave the base a couple of experimental twists and turns to ensure it was securely filling her ass, then stood. As I did, I reached towards Cindy and accepted the towel she handed me, using that to clean the spare lube from my hands. Then I accepted the small black box she handed me and immediately pressed a button.

Aubrette let out an involuntary moan, her hips swaying as a distinctive buzzing sound filled the room. The plug she now wore in her ass vibrated on its lowest setting, and my SIdhe vassal couldn’t keep her hips still as it stimulated her. I murmured a quiet thanks to Cindy, then looked to the writhing redhead once more. “Aubrette, that’s going to stay there while you assist me. I want you to stand up now and do your best to help me, and provide everything I ask for. If at any point you get close to cumming, that’s great - I just need you to announce to the room as soon as you do, and ask your Lord for permission first.”

It took her a moment to respond, but eventually the Sidhe’s melodious voice rang out. “Yes, my Lord. I… I understand.” I watched as she slowly, carefully rose to her feet. Her legs buckled once, but she regained her balance an instant later and stepped forward to stand at my side. I smiled at the nude and blushing woman, and she shivered in response - but rather than pulling away from me, she took an involuntary half-step forward. I patted her on the cheek, then turned around once more. Rose was still seated on the edge of the bed, watching in fascination, while Cindy had one of her hands between her own legs and was lightly stroking the bald lips of her pussy. It was the former who was to be the star of the show tonight, though, so that’s where I turned my focus.

I held out my arms towards Rose, and the Puca hopped off the edge of the bed and stepped forward to embrace me. I took a moment to just squeeze the curvy little thing, hugging her close. Then I leaned down and planted a kiss on the top of her head, and whispered, “Arms up, I want to take your clothes off of you.” She obeyed without hesitation, putting her feet together and stretching her arms above her head. She was taller than Cindy, but still enough shorter than me that once I peeled her tight shirt off of her, I was able to easily lift it past her head to toss it into the corner. I leaned down, arms wrapping around her once more as I worked at the heavy strap of her bra, releasing the hooks until I could pull the undergarment free. Tossing it aside as well, I returned my attention to her chest, marveling still at the size of the things.

The Puca’s tits were enormous, and even as they hung heavily on her chest, they were lifted by the way she held her arms over her head. I couldn’t help myself, sinking my hands into their yielding flesh, groping and squeezing them, and eventually dropping to one knee to bury my face in her cleavage. She giggled at that, but made no move to stop me - or even to lower her arms - instead wiggling herself from side to side a little to help squish my face into her fathomless cleavage.

I can’t say that I eventually had enough, because I don’t think it will ever be possible for me to get enough of Rose’s massive rack, but after a couple minutes I pulled back, gasped in a good lungful of air after nearly smothering myself, then set to sliding off the woman’s skirt and panties. A minute later, and the curvy Puca was twisting side to side, fully naked, arms still over her head.

I reached up, guiding her hands down to place them around me again, wrapping my own around her shoulders for another embrace. I didn’t linger, though, because as delightful as having my arms full of the Puca’s delicious figure was, I had plans.

I gestured up towards the bed, instructing her, “Lie down on your chest, arms and legs spread. Rose turned and crawled up to obey, positioning herself as close to the center of the mattress as she could. I walked a slow semicircle around the bed, admiring not just the Puca, but also the Sin Demon still lightly touching herself, and the redheaded Sidhe doing her best to ignore the plug still gently vibrating in her ass. The tableau was absolutely sublime, and I indulged in a moment of reflecting that a year ago I would never have guessed this was even an option.

I took a few moments to wash my hand - Cindy having brought in a bowl of warm water for that very purpose - just to be on the safe side.

I realized that I was overdressed for the occasion, and spent a few moments stripping myself nude. My erection proudly led the way, bobbing ahead of me as I went to retrieve the set of straps I used to tie Aubrette to the big chair some months back. They had made additional appearances in the bedroom since then, and I always made sure they were somewhere easy to find. I wrapped the velcro around Rose’s wrists first, then her ankles, and only then moved to attach the other ends of the cloth straps to the bed. The fact that Aubrette had chosen a full four poster bed turned out to be extremely useful for my purposes, because it meant I had perfectly convenient anchor points for the straps. It only took a couple minutes before Rose was tied down, spreadeagled in the middle of the bed, unable to either withdraw her arms or close her thighs.

I took advantage of this, crawling up onto the mattress between her legs and reaching towards her sex. Even before touching her pussy, my fingertips felt the moisture soaking her thighs from where she had been leaking long before I started to undress her. When my finger parted the lips of her cunt, it encountered heat and nectar, and very little resistance, slipping inside the Puca easily. I spent a few long moments just slowly pushing my finger inside of her to the second knuckle, then pulling it out, only to repeat the motion. She squirmed, writhing as best she could in the restraints, trying desperately to angle her hips to get more of my finger inside of her, but I carefully pulled my hand back to ensure that I controlled the pace of penetration.

Eventually, I withdrew my hand, bringing it to my mouth to lick it clean of her juices. The contrast in the flavors of all three women was something I very much looked forward to exploring. This wasn’t the night for it, but one evening soon I was going to line up a buffet of pussy and perform some taste tests.

I shifted, crawling forward a little and then kneeling up, using my own knees to nudge hers apart. I reached one hand down and started drawing slow, lazy circles on the Puca’s thick backside, just sliding my fingers over the skin, touching and caressing her. She wiggled a little, trying to maximize contact, but as bound as she was that was about the most she could contribute.

Then, I lifted my hand, and brought it down on the right side of her ass with a sharp slap that filled the room. In my peripheral vision, I watched Aubrette’s knees buckle, and a savage grin split my lips. If she was going to be this affected by the appetizer, I couldn’t wait to see how my beautiful Sidhe concubine reacted to the main course.

I spent several long minutes alternating between lightly stroking and caressing Rose’s ass with my hand, and delivering single stinging slaps to it. I watched the way her flesh jiggled in response. I listened to the gasps of pain - and pleasure - she let out at the treatment. I slipped a hand down to touch the parted lips of her pussy, feeling how she gushed moisture. Eventually, I decided that it was time to change things up. I placed my hand directly over one bright red handprint on the Puca’s backside, and told her, “I’m going to deliver twenty more of those. I want you to count them out for me. At ten, I’m going to pause, and you’re going to tell me what you’re feeling, so I want to make sure you pay attention. Understand?”

The frantic way the Fae woman nodded her head against the covers told me that she didn’t just understand, she was wildly enthusiastic about the idea. I lifted my hand high, and brought it down hard. My palm stung, but I was sure that was nothing compared to the impact she felt on her pale posterior. Rose’s voice cried out in a sharp moan, and I was suddenly very glad that we’d taken the time to perform the soundproofing ritual earlier in the day. This was not something I wanted the neighbors calling the cops to investigate.

After a few more moments wiggling, Rose got her senses together enough to announce, “One!”. I grinned, and as swiftly as I was able I delivered another slap to mirror the first one. “Two!” I spent some time again caressing and touching her ass, then delivered several more hard blows, my palm slapping against her ass in a rapid staccato. “Three! Four! Five! Six!”

I gave her a few moments to recover, resting my hand on reddened stinging flesh as Rose rocked her hips, desperate for any kind of contact between her legs. Only when her movements again slowed did I lift my hand, delivering several more. “S-Seven! Eightnineten!!” As the Puca called out, trying to keep up with the impacts, I let my fingers slide between her thighs, pushing my index and middle finger within her without warning. She was absolutely soaked, her cunt sodden and sloppy with her moisture. Her channel clamped down around my fingers, desperately squeezing at them as I rocked my hand back and forth to pump them into her.

Without stopping, or even slowing my fingers as they pushed into her cunt, I put on my best conversational voice and asked my Puca companion, “So… tell me what you’re feeling, Rose.”

The Fae woman rolled her hips, again pressing her ass back against me and trying to get additional penetration. When she spoke, her voice was less bubbly than usual, instead coming out languid and smokey. “Mmm, I’m feeling Master Jack’s big fingers inside me. I’m feeling like my naughty cunt wants more.” She twisted, pulling at her bonds but finding little slack in the fabric straps. “I’m feeling helpless and turned on, and like I really, really can’t wait to have a dick inside me. Your dick, Master Jack. I really can’t wait for your dick. I feel like my ass still stings, but also like I need more. Your Puca bitch can take it, Master Jack. Give me what I need.”

I pumped my fingers a few more times rapidly, then pulled them out, eliciting a groan of need from Rose. This time, rather than licking them clean, I motioned for Aubrette to step to the edge of the bed. She did, and I leaned over to slide my wet fingers past her lips. The tall Sidhe woman moaned, her knees buckling again so she almost collapsed on the bed as her tongue worked to lick my fingers clean. When I withdrew them a few moments later, I immediately brought my hand down on Rose’s ass, delivering another stinging slap. Her voice was thick with desire as she announced, “Eleven!”

I delivered the next nine promised blows in as uneven a rhythm as I could manage, and each was answered with my Puca’s increasingly husky voice counting them out. By the time she announced the twentieth, her hips were working all on their own, slowly grinding and rotated as she attempted to bring her needy sex in contact with something - anything - to provide it with stimulation. I provided only the slightest tease of satisfaction, slipping my fingers between her thighs to let my fingertips slide over her swollen clit before removing them.

Once more, my eyes turned to Aubrette. The redhead was again standing upright, the rapid rise and fall of her full chest spoke to her arousal almost as much as the slick moisture I could see starting to drip down her thighs. I fixed my eyes on hers, staring into their crystal blue depths for a moment, then instructing her, “Use your magic, conjure a flogger for me.” I paused, realizing she might not know exactly what I meant, and clarified, “Several strands of leather, about a foot long, all bound together with a handle.”

I’m not sure if it was my clarification, or if my vassal already knew what I was talking about, but Aubrette produced results almost instantly. Watching her Conjure something was always fascinating. She reached one of her hands out, and almost as though it disappeared into a drawer I couldn’t see, I simply lost track of it for a moment. Then she pulled it back, withdrawing a mass of soft woven purple leather strands that braided into a tightly wrapped hilt. I smiled at her as I accepted it. “Thank you, my dear.”

Turning back, I spent a moment examining Rose in the center of the bed. The Puca was still gently pulling at her bonds, having wrapped her hands around the strips of fabric tying her arms to the bedposts. She didn’t really seem to be actually trying to escape, though. It was almost as though each tug on the fabric, each time her legs twitched as though to close her thighs and were stopped, she was actually checking to make sure she was securely held. Her hips still rolled, though they had slowed slightly when my attentions shifted. Her full ass was covered in bright red handprints - most of them overlapping, but there were clear marks from my fingers in places. Unable to resist, I reached my left hand down and laid it over my own handprint. The skin there was very slightly raised, and I could feel heat roiling off of it. I squeezed, and Rose immediately moaned, shifting as best she could to press back into my hand.

“I’m going to fuck you.” My tone was as matter of fact as I could manage - though I think my excitement betrayed me and snuck into my voice. “I think, actually, I’m going to fuck your pussy for a while first, then fuck your ass.”

“Yes! Yes please, Master Jack, Sir. I can feel you. I can feel how much you want to ride me. You don’t have to hide it from me. You can’t hide it from me. Please, Sir, please use me.” Rose wiggled her hips, her whole body doing its best to entice me to act on my words.

I answered by bringing the flogger down on my own hand, where it still laid against her ass. I winced a little at the feeling, even as Rose let out a low needy moan. I didn’t want to start using it on her without knowing how much it hurt, so while I let her feel the sting of that where the tails stretched past my own skin, the first blow was intended to help me calibrate and figure out how much force to use.

I followed that up by a couple of slightly lighter strokes across the Fae woman’s shoulders. The sound of the leather impacting her was different from what I expected, softer - a far cry from the whip-crack I had been anticipating. Her reaction, though, was every bit as intense as I hoped. She cried out, but rather than protesting, what she called was a breathy, “Yes! More!”

I delivered. I spent the next several minutes getting a feel not just for the flogger, but also for Rose. I tested different speed strikes, whipping the flogger through the air so that it barely grazed her, then letting it fall with heavier strikes. Each time, the Puca bucked against the whip, shifting to position herself to maximize contact. She occasionally cried out for more, but each brush of the tails seemed to rob her of some of her coherence until she was wordlessly moaning.

I turned my eyes to take in the reaction of the other two women in the room. Cindy had, at some point in the last few minutes, leaned herself against the back wall and lifted one of her knees up, her foot propped on the bed. Her bald cunt was on full display, hidden only by the fingers she was still working over it, occasionally dipping one of her slender digits inside herself to gather more moisture to then rub into her clit. Her expression mirrored the lust I heard in Rose’s voice, and I knew that in this environment the tiny blonde was likely fully in the grip of my favorite Sin.

Aubrette, meanwhile, was trying her best to keep her stoic servant’s face on, to be a dutiful attendant to her Lord, but her body - and her loins - betrayed her. The redhead’s hips swayed in little circles as she rubbed her thighs together, the tips of her nipples were as stiff as I had ever seen, and as I brought the flogger down across Rose’s shoulders, I watched my oath-bound Sidhe’s lips part to mirror the gasp of desire the Puca let out. I leaned over, holding out the flogger to her and instructing, “Put that away for now, Concubine, and give me one of the same spurs you gave me for Halloween.”

The moment I made that demand, Rose’s hips bucked back as she found enough slack in the straps tying her to the bed to let her raise her ass into the air. Doing so fully exposed her drenched cunt, her asshole squeezing and flexing above it as she offered her body up to me. I reached over to pat the Puca’s reddened ass gently while Aubrette fetched the item I requested, quietly murmuring, “Not yet, dear. Remember, one more thing first.” I accepted the item the tall Sidhe handed me, holding it up to the light to examine it more closely. The spur was a delicate thing - silver metal forming a wheel of small spikes mounted on an axis. That, in turn, was attached to a slender metal rod, which widened and split into two prongs meant to fit around the back of a boot. A leather strap at the front of those held it in place - it was how I mounted it to my costume boots the night I met Rose.

Tonight, the only part I really cared about was the spinning wheel. I tested it with my finger first, rolling it along my skin. The spikes weren’t really sharp - they pressed into my skin hard enough for me to feel them, but weren’t going to actually break skin and draw blood without some serious pressure. They were perfect for my purposes.

Holding the spur by the metal rod, I let the wheel just barely make contact with the reddened skin of Rose’s ass. The moment she felt the pointed metal begin to dig in, she gasped. At first, her hips dropped, shying away from the contact, but as the sensations sunk into her lust-addled mind, the naturally masochistic Fae woman groaned and pressed herself back into it. I slowly rolled the disk along her skin, leaving a trail of tiny indentations in the reddened skin, little white marks that faded a few seconds later. I watched in fascination, leaning down close so I could see the work the ring of metal did.

For several long minutes, the only sound in the room was the quiet buzzing of the plug Aubrette still wore, and the breathy moans Rose let out at my ministrations. At this point, I was coming to realize that I wasn’t really a sadist - the act of causing pain wasn’t doing much for me by itself - but watching how the vivacious Puca who recently entered my life moaned and writhed was something I was going to do again and again. Even as her body slowly relaxed itself, her struggles starting to tire her, I noticed that her fingers never once released the straps she still held in a white-knuckled grip.

After a few minutes, I passed the spur back to Aubrette, and it vanished as she relaxed her concentration on it. I then looked to Cindy, who had one of her fingers buried to the second knuckle inside her own cunt. She didn’t even wait for me to speak, using her other hand to pass over the same bottle of lube I had used earlier. I accepted it and turned my full attention on the spreadeagled woman on my bed. Setting the lube down next to her, I took a few moments to remove the velcro around each of her ankles, releasing her legs. Moments after the second strap slipped from her skin, the Puca was pulling her knees up, raising her ass into the air in front of me, offering herself to me. The scent of arousal filled the room - not just Rose’s herbal flavor, but the honeyed sweetness of Aubrette, and the spicy tang of my Sin Demon.

I was more than ready at this point, so I didn’t delay things any longer. I knelt up behind Rose, lined up the head of my raging erection, and slammed my hips forward. The walls of her cunt spasmed around her as she welcomed me home, groaning her appreciation when words failed her. I brought my hands down, wrapping them around her waist for leverage, and then I started fucking her. Beyond turned on, the mood in the room, the utter overflow of arousal, had me pounding away in a frenzy, slamming my hips against the Puca’s reddened ass. She cried out as I bumped into her still tender skin, and I could feel the flutter of the walls of her cunt around me on every thrust.

What felt like seconds later, she cried out, her entire body shaking and her pussy spasming wildly, a sudden orgasm rushing over her and leaving her gasping for breath. I rode it out, my hips slowly churning, before leaning forward to whisper in her ear, “I’m going to ride your ass now, Rose.”

She managed her first word in probably fifteen or twenty minutes, another shudder passing through her as she begged simply, “Please!”

I snatched the bottle Cindy had handed me earlier, popping the cap and squirting a healthy amount directly onto the Puca’s still twitching asshole, feeling the cool of the viscous liquid as it slid down her skin onto where my cock still rested inside her. I then slowly withdrew myself from her molten cunt, placing the head of my dick higher. I didn’t try to thrust in immediately, but instead used my dick to rub a combination of her own juices and lube into her light brown pucker. And then more lube, and then more again as I squirted more onto both her ass and my own dick. Only when I was fully coated did I use a hand to steer myself against the tight ring of muscle and push forward.

With a surprising amount of ease, I felt her open up to accept me. My slick cock slid forward, claiming my Puca’s ass, impaling her until I felt my hips meet her ass, sheathing myself in her entirely. She shuddered, moaning again wordlessly at the fullness. Then I raised one hand up and brought it down, slapping her ass again.

I felt her twitch, the ring of muscles at the base of my cock suddenly flexing and squeezing down on me as she came again.

That was my signal, and I grabbed her hips once more, starting to pump into her. Time and again I thrust forward, slamming my cock deep into her ass, then pulling back until she nearly forced me out. I can’t say I gave no thought to her pleasure, because her desperate moans filled my ears, but I admitted to myself that right then, I was doing this for me. I was doing it because I thought Rose was gorgeous, and she was mine, and her ass belonged to me.

I fucked her ass. Time passed, but I lost track of it, lost myself in the feel of my cock plundering and using the Puca’s tight hole. At some point, I heard Aubrette suddenly call out, “MyLordPlease! PleaseYourConcubineBitchNeedsToCum! Oh fuck, Lord please! Please!”

I responded instantly, my eyes locking on where the redhead was swaying next to the bed, rubbing her thighs together to stimulate herself. My hand reached out to snatch the little remote I had dropped on the bed, pressing one of the buttons twice in succession and causing the buzzing noise to louden as the vibrating plug intensified. Then I called out, my own voice shaky with effort, “Cum for me.”

Three voices answered. Aubrette fell forward onto the bed, her head bumping up against Rose’s thigh as she orgasmed. Cindy’s husky voice joined her as she brought herself off with her fingers, fully in the embrace of the Lust that filled the room. Rose’s ass clamped down on the base of my cock, squeezing tight as she was brought to yet another orgasm impaled on my shaft.

Hearing three women all cumming at my command was too much. Without warning, I slammed my hips forward involuntarily, my balls pulsing and pumping load after load of my cum deep inside Rose’s bowels. She cried out, wordlessly exulting in the feel of my orgasm as I gave her exactly what the ancient Puca tradition demanded, and rode the Mount I claimed to my own satisfaction.

Fifteen minutes later, I was lying in the middle of the bed, with Rose curled up against me on one side and Aubrette on the other. I gently stroked their backs, whispering whatever sweet reassurances came to mind as the two began to slowly relax and recover. Cindy had needed only moments, so I had called on her to help provide water, chocolate, and wet washcloths to quickly clean up.

I felt my own eyelids grow heavy as I relaxed in the embrace of two beautiful, literally magical women, and I let myself drift into a deeply satisfied sleep.