It wasn’t until about ten days after Halloween that I managed to make it down to visit Sara. I knocked at the door of the office she used on the first floor, and waited patiently for her to answer. I knew from previous conversations that she actually lived in the apartment right next door to the office, since she had told me when I first moved in that I could check for her there if I couldn’t find her in an emergency.

The door opened a few moments later, and I smiled as soon as I saw the large brown eyes of my landlady looking back on me. It was hard not to immediately draw a contrast between the clear olive skin tone of her face and the three much paler women I now found myself magically bonded to. She smiled, looking a little nervous for some reason as she asked, “Oh, hi Jack - what’s up? Something wrong with your place?”

I shook my head, taking a step back to give her some space when I realized I was still right in front of the door. “No, not exactly. I was actually here to ask if there were any other apartments in the building that were available. Bigger ones, specifically. I… well, you know Cindy and Aubrette, obviously, and you’ve seen Rose. My one-bedroom isn’t really big enough for four people comfortably. Any chance there’s a three bedroom open? Or two two-bedrooms next to each other?”

A couple days after she moved in, Rose had informed me that her parents offered to help offset the cost of a larger apartment. I was a little conflicted about that, since I was bringing in more money and felt like the four of us should be able to pay our own way, but the little Puca reminded me that her parents were well off. They mostly lived off investments they had made at the turn of the last century, and could afford to spend some of it on spoiling their only daughter. She hadn’t grown up feeling wealthy, but they owned their home outright, and apparently had enough passive income that neither of them ever needed to work.

Sara’s face passed through a complicated series of expressions, fast enough that I couldn’t really keep track of them, before she shook her head and sighed. “You’d better come in. I think the answer to your question is yes, but let me double-check the dates and make sure the central office hasn’t already rented out the units I’m thinking of.” I followed her into the small office, looking around the cramped space filled with old fashioned office cabinets, with just barely enough room for a desk.

As Sara slid herself into her chair, I idly commented, “I think your filing system is older than this whole apartment block.” That drew a derisive snort of a laugh from the pretty hispanic woman, and she responded while pecking at the keyboard distractedly.

“You might not be wrong. I think they found this office and built the apartment complex around it. These cabinets are ancient. We need to keep copies of a bunch of documents on paper, but luckily that’s just for retention. The actual filing is all online now. Ok…” She hit a few more keys on the keyboard, then nodded to me. “No three bedrooms open for another several months, but I have two two-bedroom units on the first floor. One of them is actually right around the corner from here. The other isn’t next door to it, but it’s just on the opposite side of this unit. Is that close enough?”

I thought for a while, eventually shrugging. I could sit around and wait for the perfect setup, but it was already feeling cramped. Not that any of us were bad roommates, really, but even with Aubrette adding a whole bedroom to the place, it was a tiny apartment that was only really meant for one or two people, and which was currently housing four. Add in Rose’s need for space for her sewing projects, and we frequently had to shift around and move things just to give everyone somewhere to sit. “It’ll do. Can I see the units?”

Sara clicked around on her computer for a moment before responding. “One of them. The other one isn’t actually available yet - occupants won’t move out until the first of the month, and then we’ll need a few days for the cleaning crew to come through. I can let you in to the other one though, and the floor plan of both units is the same.”

Five minutes later, she had tracked down the keys to the unit and we were walking around to the side of the building. She wasn’t kidding when she mentioned it was right around the corner. It was literally the first door as soon as we walked to the next side of the building. I was a little leery of the fact that it was on the first floor, but we did actually have a plan for that. The main reason my current apartment was on the third floor was a previous bad experience with upstairs neighbors who were descended from an entire herd of nocturnal elephants, with a taste for thumping bass lines. I now had a way to prevent noise from bleeding into a space - as well as out of it - so if it turned out the neighbors were shit, I could actually do something about it other than complain.

Sara turned the key in the lock and stepped through. The new apartment was… honestly, it was just a scaled up version of the one I was in. It was clean, and while it wasn’t actually spacious, it felt huge when I compared it to the tiny couple of rooms I had been living in. The kitchenette was probably twice as large, with an actual island counter. The bedrooms had closets, and the master bedroom had its own attached bathroom. It’s possible I went a little misty eyed thinking about the fact that I might not have to wait in line to pee.

My landlady - property manager / building contact / whatever her actual title was - followed me around from room to room as I explored. I tried hurrying when I noticed her eyes tracking me, assuming she just wanted me to finish up so she could get on with whatever she had been working on. There was a tiny porch that I didn’t really anticipate using, but the crown jewel was when I saw the compact washer/dryer combo built into the wall. Look, a washing machine might not be the most exciting thing, but after living with two women for several months, and now adding a third into the mix, the possibility of not having to spend several hours a week in a public laundromat sold me immediately.

“Done. Can we fill out paperwork immediately and mark me down as the tenant for both?” I stepped back into the living room, lightly bumping against Sara as she turned to follow at the same moment. One of her hands reached up to grab my shoulder, helping her keep her balance as my frame - both taller and wider than I was a year ago - nearly bowled her over. I gasped, quickly reaching out both hands to steady her as I rushed to apologize. “Oh my god I am so sorry - are you alright?”

She pulled back her hands as though burned, stepping quickly into the room and clearing her throat as she stepped past me to lead the charge back to her office. “Don’t worry about it. Let’s go fill out your paperwork so you and your… three women… have somewhere bigger to stay than the tiny place you’ve put them in.” I couldn’t see her face, but her tone was slightly strained, leaving me worried she was angry about my carelessness in bumping into her.

By the time I caught up to Sara at the door to the apartment, she had a polite smile fixed on her lips. I winced internally when I saw it, recognizing a customer service face when I saw one. Still, I tried to remain chipper. “How, uhh… how are things going with you otherwise? Cindy mentioned that you had been dating someone, but you broke up with him a month or two ago?”

I winced as soon as I asked, feeling like I was overstepping as soon as the words left my lips. Surprisingly, though, she let me down easy. “I did, yes. He wasn’t what I was looking for. I’m doing fine. How is the land of wands and wizards? Meet any magic talking hats lately?”

I snorted at that, following after her as she started off back towards her office. “No talking hats, just Rose. I should introduce you to her - I think you’d actually like her quite a bit. She’s a bit more… down to earth than either Cindy or Aubrette.” That got a little laugh from Sara, but she didn’t comment as I continued. “I’m still getting used to having any of them in my life, let alone three. But… No wizards, thankfully, I’m not sure I’m ready for that kind of thing. It’s mostly been one of the ladies using my wand lately.” The unintentional innuendo hit me a second later and I all but stumbled over my words as I added, “For rituals. The wooden wand. That we use. For magical purposes. Not…”

I trailed off, realizing that not only had we arrived, but Sara had turned around to raise an eyebrow at me while she tried to hold in laughter. She waited until I was well and truly shut up, then smirked at me, “Of course. It would be one of the three beautiful ladies you’d have playing with your ‘wand’, wouldn’t it. Far be it from me to question your lifestyle choices, what you force those three to do to ‘make magic’ is your own business.”

I blushed a little, inhaling deeply and then starting again. “Business is doing very well. If you would be interested, I would be happy to provide my services to you. You have always been helpful and understanding, and I would love to pay you back for your kindness.” I breathed a sigh of relief at managing to get through a couple sentences without embarrassing myself in front of the attractive young woman.

Sara examined me for several moments, her dark eyes studying my face for long enough that my blush started to creep back in. Then she murmured quietly, “We’ll see,” before turning and going back into her office to prepare paperwork.

********************

A week later, I held one end of the couch up while Cindy rotated it around the last corner of the ground floor stairwell. Basically everything else from my apartment had been moved down already, and Aubrette and Rose were in the process of getting things put away, furniture arranged, and generally making the new apartment livable.

I’d been surprised at how easy it had been to get myself switched to the new apartment. Apparently it would normally have required some additional paperwork, but Sara had pulled a couple strings and worked with someone in the apartment management’s central office to smooth things over.

The actual work of moving things from the third floor to the first was likewise easier than I expected. Moving the furniture was simple, with Cindy taking one end of anything heavy while I took the other. If any neighbors noticed that the five foot nothing slender blonde was having an easy time carting around a couch, chairs, and mattresses, they didn’t mention it. She probably could have completed the task herself without my input, but that would have definitely drawn more attention than I was comfortable with. Plus, actually moving the furniture was less work than I remembered from when I moved in. Probably it was just easier carting things down stairs than it was bringing them up.

Aubrette was waiting by the door when we rounded the corner, holding it open for us so we could angle the couch and bring it inside. My bound Sin Demon marched straight through, barely having to pause to rotate it, and I scrambled to keep up. Once in the middle of the living room, we lowered the couch down and I looked around.

It was a good change. The new apartment still wasn’t large, but it was a huge improvement over the old one, and within a couple weeks we would have even more room available. Aubrette had even mentioned that she could put in a door between the two apartments, since they shared a wall. We hadn’t tried it yet since the other was still occupied, but it was another thing to look forward to.

I walked around the couch and sat down in the middle of it. I was less physically tired than I expected, but I still felt like a break was a good idea. I stared off into one of the walls while my mind drifted, idly thinking through the new furniture I was going to have to buy to furnish the other place once we got access.

A few moments later, my concentration was broken when a lithe body plopped itself into my lap. I hadn’t even heard Cindy walk around the couch, but her elfin features looked up at me when I looked down in surprise. She waited until her green eyes held mine before speaking, her throaty voice low. “Master… you have not yet broken in your new demense.” I blinked at her in surprise, and she took that as a sign to continue in more detail. Her arms snaked up around my neck, using that to lift herself up against my chest so she could place her lips near my ear. “Your little fucktoy would like her owner’s permission to pull out his big thick cock, choke on it until it’s hard enough, and then ram it up her tiny cunt until you fill her up with your hot, sticky cum. Your greedy fuckdoll wants the first load of seed you give someone in your new home to go straight up into her womb. Pleeeeasssseee…”

She wiggled slowly in my lap, deliberately grinding her firm backside against my cock as she settled in again, pulling back far enough that she could bat those bright green eyes of hers up at me. I knew that she was putting on a show for me, deliberately provoking me with her little desperate fucktoy act. On the other hand, I also knew that she was doing it because she knew it would work. Knowing that she was acting like a sex starved slut specifically to turn me on was itself nearly as hot as having the tiny blonde begging for my dick.

I leaned in and claimed her mouth in a kiss, slipping my tongue past her lips as she moaned enthusiastically. She parted hers easily, her arms tightening around my neck again to hold her in place. When I pulled back from the kiss, I murmured a simple, “Yes,” to her, and she immediately slid out of my lap. With very little fanfare, the tiny demon stripped off her t-shirt and jeans, leaving her dressed only in a skimpy black thong. She very rarely wore bras - her perky little tits needed no support, to the extent that I think the only bras she actually owned were lingerie intended to titillate. She paused once naked, noticing my eyes on her slender form and posing for my appreciation.

When I first saw Cindy’s body, right after I completed the ritual one of my former neighbors had started to summon her, my initial reaction was that while she was attractive, she wasn’t exactly my type. Six months of living with the insatiable nymph, though, and I couldn’t imagine her any other way. Barely breaking five feet in height, she was slender, with pert breasts just large enough to avoid being flat-chested. While she never worked out - unless you counted our sometimes highly athletic sex - she remained as fit in appearance as she ever had been, with well defined abs and slender toned thighs. The look… fit her, somehow, and while I retained my deep attraction to overt displays of sexual maturity - such as the huge rack Rose sported, or the well defined hips Aubrette carried - I had to admit that looking at her naked body brought me to full erection in basically no time at all.

She carried through with her original plan regardless of its necessity. Dropping to her knees on the carpet in front of me, the little blonde’s nimble fingers made short work of the fly of my jeans, quickly navigating my dick out of my boxers and into the cool air of the apartment, before immediately replacing that with the heat of her mouth. Her lips slid over the head of my cock, engulfing it, before she thrust her head forward and unceremoniously buried me in her throat.

The little demon technically didn’t need to breathe and had no gag reflex. This was, after all, a conjured body made manifest by the ritual that summoned her. She existed thanks to, and was fueled by, the Sins of mankind, rather than simple oxygen. That meant the lewd noises she made every time my cock slid into her throat, her lips wrapping around the very base of my erection, were performed entirely on purpose as she made a show of choking herself on my dick.

I couldn’t exactly complain. Leaning to the side a little so I could watch her throat expand as she impaled her face on my cock was a pleasure I had never expected before, but had come to very much appreciate, and that was before even mentioning how amazing it felt when she swallowed repeatedly to massage my shaft.

True to her earlier words, Cindy didn’t linger for too long between my knees. After a few minutes of work, she apparently judged me ‘hard enough’ and pulled back, leaving my erection shiny and slick with her saliva. The little blonde turned around, showing off the firm muscles of her backside, before making a show of bending over and sliding her little thong down her toned legs. She stepped out of it when it hit the floor, spreading her legs enough in the process to expose the bright pink lips of her hairless, dripping wet pussy. Again, she posed long enough to make sure I got a good, long look, before standing and backing up. When her knees hit the couch, she bent forward and lowered herself into my lap. One of her hands reached beneath her, wrapping around the base of my cock to hold it steady as she lined me up. I felt the heat of her outer lips, moisture spreading itself along the swollen head of my dick as she wiggled her hips to ensure I was in place, then sank back slowly.

I groaned, feeling the walls of her tunnel slowly parting around me. The Sin Demon’s cunt was tight, and she had to push down and squirm to seat herself fully in my lap. My own sounds of pleasure were matched by the loud moan that escaped her purple lips, and when her ass finally settled fully into my lap, she announced loudly, “Master, I fucking love how full my cunt is with your cock filling me.” I responded by flexing my dick within her, feeling her walls squeeze back in response. She continued, once more announcing, “Master, your little cocksleeve is going to bounce on your big fat cock now. Please please please grab my hips while I do. I want to you to just move your little fucktoy, slide me up and down your dick like your own little pocket pussy.”

I couldn’t find it in myself to say no to that request. My hands slipped down her body, wrapping around her hips and squeezing for a moment, before I started lifting her. She helped, flexing her body to rise and fall as my hands demanded, but it really did create the sensation that I was just using a sex toy to masturbate myself. A really, really good sex toy, which grabbed and squeezed and rippled along my cock. The little demon minx kept talking - loudly enough Aubrette walked in to see what was happening. “Fuck yes, Master, your dick feels so good in my tiny little cunt. Please, please use me Master. Please use this hungry, greedy little cunt until you fill me with your cum. Give me the honor of riding your fucking fat cock. Please, Master…”

My Sidhe blushed when she realized I had noticed her coming into the room, but that didn’t stop her hand from trailing down her abdomen. She was wearing pants, rather than the skirts and dresses she usually favored, but didn’t let that stop her. Her fingers trailed down the front of her jeans, unzipping them, before dipping within to begin teasing herself as she watched.

Knowing the voyeuristic Sidhe was watching always made me want to give a good show, so I started moving Cindy faster. My hands gripped at her hips, squeezing her firmly as I slid her up and down my pole. I was astonished at how easily she moved with me, as I was able to slam the slender blonde’s ass into my lap then lift her again rapidly, her tunnel so tight it felt like I was splitting her open on every thrust.

I nearly lost my rhythm when I heard a voice whisper in my ear, “Give the kinky bitch what she wants, Master Jack Sir, but save some for the rest of us. I’m gonna claim one of the rooms and have you break it in with my big fat tits later. First, though, I’m gonna lick your load out of blondy’s sloppy little pussy while she squirms in your lap.”

I hadn’t heard Rose approaching, but the Puca had apparently also been enticed into the room by Cindy’s moans. It probably hadn’t taken much - the curvaceous woman was somewhat flighty at times, and I can’t imagine she was all that focused on unpacking. Her words had the effect she probably desired though, and I groaned loudly. My arms had started to burn with the effort of using my blonde Sin Demon as a fucktoy, but hearing my stacked Goth princess’s smokey whisper in my ear filled me with renewed vigor. I tightened my grip, knowing the slender body I was holding was far tougher than it appeared, and slammed her into my lap repeatedly. She cried out each time her ass landed, the length of my cock filling and stretching her channel repeatedly as she punctuated each bounce with an exclamation. “Fuck… Yes… Master! Fill… Me… Up! Fuuuucccckkkkkkk!”

I finally dropped my hands from Cindy’s hips, instead wrapping them around her body to hug her back to my chest, immobilizing her while I granted her request and pumped her full of my cum. She ground her ass into me, squirming in my lap to try to fit every single inch of my dick in her channel as I pumped her full of cum. She moaned out her pleasure, and I felt every inch of her pussy fluttering and squeezing around me. Eventually, breathing hard, I collapsed back against the couch. My little demon continued to slowly wiggle, sending little aftershocks of pleasure through me with each motion, before she happily purred, “Mmm, thank you Master. You are so good to your toys.”

My eyelids drifted shut for a moment as I reveled in post-orgasmic bliss. A few moments later, I felt my knees being shoved apart gently and then the feel of a tongue lapping at the base of my cock. Most of me was still embedded in Cindy’s gently squeezing cunt, but enough of me was left outside that when Rose knelt between my legs, she was able to bury her face between the blonde’s thighs and reach me with her tongue. Eventually, Cindy shifted, lifting her hips and letting me slip out of her channel. She immediately began moaning as a greedy tongue started searching for any hints of my cum it could find in her pussy.

I had learned over the past week that Rose, very specifically, loved trading my cum. She wasn’t a big fan of sucking dick long enough to get it that way, but she would enthusiastically lap my seed off of, or out of, either Cindy or Aubrette. She would also happily give it to them - something Aubrette learned when the curvy little Puca had jacked me off with her tits until I came into her mouth, then grabbed the High Sidhe by the back of the neck to pull her into a searing kiss. The tall redhead had been too shocked to protest at the time, and by the way she stuttered and swooned after the fact the experience hadn’t been something she would object to in the future.

I craned my head forward, looking over Cindy’s shoulder as the blonde bucked her hips a little, grinding her smooth pussy against Rose’s lips. From this angle, all I could see was black hair as the Puca shoved her face between my Sin Demon’s thighs, but I could feel the way the slender blonde reacted with every quiver of her body Rose drew out. Eventually, Rose withdrew, her mouth shiny and wet as she happily hummed her appreciation.

I took that as a queue to get to work, lifting Cindy off of my lap and dropping her lightly on the couch next to me, before rising to help the unpacking efforts.

********************

A couple days later, the apartment was more or less unpacked, and we had started to settle in. I was busy for several days after, catching up on work I had pushed back so I would be free to move, which left me with far less time at home than I would have preferred. The ladies took advantage of that opportunity to do a little bonding with Sara, all four of them going out on a social shopping adventure. I think that in truth, it was mostly Rose and Sara doing the actual shopping - Cindy mostly viewed clothes as tools, but she was thrilled to get a chance to visit the apparently Sin-filled mall one more time. Aubrette seemed to struggle with the guilt of spending money. It had turned out that the beautiful Sidhe had an excellent head for numbers and budget, and I had promptly enlisted her help in that regard. As a result, though, she knew that while my bank balance was slowly increasing, an extravagant shopping trip was likely to put a dent in that.

Still, it was a delight to return to my new apartment in the evening and hear four voices raised in laughter. As I walked into the central living room area, Rose and Sara were on opposite ends of the couch, while Cindy and Aubrette were in two newly purchased chairs facing them. My raven haired Puca was in the middle of relaying an anecdote - something about a boy and a prank, but I had missed the start of the story - and the other three were giggling along with the tale. A bottle of wine sat open and empty on my slightly battered coffee table, with another half-empty beside it.

I was fully prepared to leave them to it when Rose gestured to the spot in the middle of the couch. “Jack! Come sit with us! We’re telling about our best pranks! Well, I am, and I’m trying to convince the others to join in.” I laughed at that, nodding in response.

“Give me a few minutes to get out of my shoes and into comfier clothes and I’ll come join you.” I stepped into the master bedroom to change, hearing Rose’s narration resume as I did so. Laughter echoed through the door, bringing a smile to my lips, and it occurred to me that I needed to perform the ritual to soundproof the rooms in the new apartment soon. I’d meant to do it before we settled in, but the time had just slipped away from me. It did mean that I got to enjoy hearing my apartment filled with happiness right now, though, so I enjoyed that while I could.

Stepping back out into the living room, I slipped onto the couch, trying to avoid interrupting Rose. She was wrapping up the climax of her story. I didn’t really have the context to understand why it was funny that Keith was running shirtless through the woods, but Cindy was smirking, Aubrette was covering her mouth as she tittered, and Sara was throwing back her head and cackling.

Almost as soon as I had settled, Rose turned on the couch, stretching out her legs and dropping her bare feet in my lap. I automatically wrapped my hands around one of them and started massaging idly, having determined years ago that there probably weren’t any women in the world who didn’t enjoy a foot rub. The Puca paused long enough to give an appreciative hum and a happy little wiggle at the attention, before resuming her tale. It didn’t take her long to finish, though, and once the others’ laughter had quieted down enough, she asked, “Ok, Master Jack Sir, what’s your best prank you pulled?”

I glanced over at Sara for her reaction to how the curvy Puca had addressed me, but she was still giggling at Rose’s story. Part of my efforts to keep the ladies’ natures secret was instructing them to try to avoid calling me ‘Master’ or ‘My Lord’ or the like in public. Sara already knew that none of the other three women here were actually human, so she fell into the ‘unless they already know’ exception to that rule, but I still wasn’t used to having one (or more) beautiful women calling me ‘Master’ in front of someone else.

Fortunately, she didn’t seem to be ill at ease, so I tried to gloss over it by moving on to my own story. I’d been thinking about any pranks that I had pulled since Rose asked and had come up with a couple anecdotes that probably technically qualified. I’d never been a fan of pranks in general, since they just seemed… mean spirited, but there had been one girl at school, Brittany, who just repeatedly set herself up for me to convince her of blatantly untrue statements. Most of the time, I wasn’t even trying to prank her initially, but her total credulity lead her to take statements at face value and sometimes I just had to run with it to see how far it would go.

I continued massaging Rose’s feet while I spoke, telling the women about the first such incident - when Brittany had asked me if I got my hair cut, but had somehow believed me when I joked that no, it just grew back into my head overnight. The Puca wiggled and shifted down on the couch, moaning out her pleasure at the treatment her feet were getting after she spent the day walking around the mall with the others. I noticed Aubrette giving occasional glances towards my hands and guessed that she probably wanted similar treatment, but wasn’t willing to ask for it in front of others. Cindy continued swirling around a mostly full glass of wine, her purple lips curled up into a smirk, while Sara occasionally chimed in with a “No,” “She couldn’t believe that,” or the odd, “And she told someone else?”

I noticed that Sara’s accent, normally very mild, came out more strongly when she had been drinking. Her words shot out in a rapid staccato, voice rising in pitch at the end of each sentence. It was adorable.

I wrapped up my turn by telling my giggly audience about the time Brittany had finally decided not to believe something I told her. It didn’t really qualify as a prank at that point, but because the hill she decided to die on was when I informed her that - no really - Florida actually was a part of the United States. As far as I knew the last time I talked to her, she was still convinced it was some kind of little nation of its own.

Rose withdrew her feet as Aubrette stepped up to take her own turn at storytelling. Sidhe were, as a general rule, passionate but serious people, but they apparently did have a prank tradition of their own. Theirs, though, was far more complex than I was used to, requiring time, planning, setup, and frequently laying the seeds for a future ruse over the course of years. As she started setting the scene - which required introducing the names, titles, and roles of several parties involved - I found another set of feet gently pushing their way into my lap. I glanced down to see that Sara had relaxed back, leaning on the arm of the couch and stretching out much as Rose had. Figuring that was my queue, I shrugged and started massaging her feet next. They felt tiny in my hands, and I could hear her moaning in quiet appreciation at the attention.

Half an hour and most of a bottle of wine later, Aubrette’s story was finally coming to a close. I had lost the thread of the joke a while ago, but both Cindy and Rose seemed to be following, with the latter leaning forward on the couch in open mouthed disbelief. I glanced over to my side and saw that Sara’s eyes were more than half-closed. A long day, followed by several glasses of wine had her nearly dozing off by the end of Aubrette’s story. I squeezed her feet one more time, then released them. She responded by wiggling a little further down on the couch, stretching fully over my lap. She was wearing little khaki shorts that showed off her well toned legs, and I found my hand instinctively reaching for her thigh, before abruptly remembering myself and pulling back. Months of living with two women who had both given me carte blanche to touch them when, where, and how I wanted had done a lot to break down my personal boundaries, and it took a little mental effort to reinforce those when near a woman who had not given me the same free pass.

Keeping my hands off of her legs, I smiled and gently cajoled, “C’mon, time to get you home I think. I’ll walk you over.”

She responded with a pout, her eyes still closed as she muttered something so quiet I couldn’t catch it. I tried again. “Ok, let’s get you some water first, then get you into bed.” I glanced at the three bottles on the table, and it occurred to me that as far as I knew, Cindy had barely touched her first glass while Aubrette had only barely finished one in the time I was here. That left Rose and Sara to have polished off about two and a half bottles of wine in a couple hours. I shifted gears slightly, thinking of what kind of impact that much alcohol would do to the other actual human in the room.

Directing my eyes at Cindy, I ordered her, “Get a bottle of water and find her keys. Pockets, maybe? We’re going to tuck her in with water and aspirin.” The Sin Demon rose instantly to obey my direct order, and I heard a quiet murmur from Sara. I was pretty sure it involved the word ‘hot’, so I reached a hand out to lay the back of my palm against her forehead. She was warm, but not unusually so, so I withdrew it and told her, “Nope, if I let you start claiming you’re hot and taking off your clothes, not only will I never forgive myself for taking advantage, but I’m pretty sure you - or your family - will murder me. We’ll get you water, I’ll carry you to bed if I have to, and you’ll just have to deal with a hangover in the morning.”

It took Cindy only a few moments to find my attractive landlady’s keys, because she was smart enough to check her purse first, rather than her pockets. I made no comment at that, just being thankful that the three women who found themselves bound to me were all intelligent and capable in their own rights. Sara had stirred a little - and at no point had she seemed drunk enough that I was actually worried for her health. She wiggled on the couch, legs shifting in my lap slowly. I wasn’t really sure what she was trying to do, but when I asked her if she wanted to get up, she pouted again and shook her head, so I just gently held her legs down to keep her from falling off of the couch.

Soon enough, my bound demon had fulfilled my commands, holding water, keys, and aspirin, as well as Sara’s purse. I nodded, then leaned over to scoop Sara up into a princess carry, easily lifting her. I was surprised at how light she was - while short, my landlady had always been dynamic and physically fit, and I had expected her taut muscles to weigh more. Instead, it was no effort at all to rise with her in my arms, cradled to my chest. She shifted a little, resting her head against me as I carried her, and I couldn’t help but laugh at the motion.

Cindy preceded us, opening doors along the way as I carried Sara around the corner to her apartment. She roused a little more when we hit the bracing night air, but her response was to stretch her arms up and loop them around my neck, before huddling in against my chest as best she could. I laughed again, murmuring quietly, “We’ll have you home and in bed soon, no worries.”

Once Cindy let us into Sara’s apartment, I took a moment to glance around. I wasn’t really meaning to pry, but I hadn’t ever actually been inside before. It was… professional looking. Like a show home, with nice furniture, and very little clutter. A brightly colored tapestry dominated one wall, and several lush green plants were scattered throughout her living room in glazed terracotta pots. It also looked somehow sterile, though, and I wondered how much of her time she actually spent living here.

I brushed that thought aside, heading for the door I guessed led to the bedroom. Cindy opened it ahead of me, and I stepped through. The room beyond was… more what I had actually expected. Cluttered to the point of being a little cramped, it appeared Sara confined her mess here. Clothing and textbooks littered the floor, a laptop was left open and powered on at the foot of the bed, and two empty mugs sat on the nightstand. Next to a bright pink vibrator. I coughed and deliberately looked away, carefully navigating through the mess.

My bound demon pulled back the covers for me, and I lowered Sara into the bed, before tucking her in. I had Cindy drop off the bottle of water next to the headache medicine on the nightstand, and as we started leaving the room, I heard Sara shifting on the bed to get comfortable. I knew she was in for a rough morning, but hoped this would make it a little easier.

As we walked back around the corner to my apartment, I turned to Cindy and commented quietly, “Not that I would have done it anyway, but I’m a little surprised you didn’t suggest I make a move on her. You did the first time we met.”

To my surprise, the little demon snorted with derision. “I’m not a succubus. I don’t feed on fucking. I feed on Lust. You wouldn’t get anything out of raping a semi-conscious girl, and she was too out of it to enjoy the act. Even if she did, Sin requires consciousness to be … satisfying.”

I actually smiled at that, reaching an arm around the tiny blonde to pull her against my side. “Good, then we’re in agreement. I know my values don’t always line up with yours, but… I’m glad you’re mine, Cindy. I’m glad to have you in my life, even if what you get out of it is very different from what I get out of it.”

She allowed me to hold her to me as we walked, but paused when we reached the door. Spinning around to face me, she slid her arms around my neck and pulled herself up my body, actually climbing me to put her lips by my ear as she whispered hotly, “Now let’s go inside. If you make Aubrette sit on your face, I can ride your dick and call you ‘Papi’ while you pretend it’s Sara’s cunt stretching around your cock.”

She dropped down to the ground lightly, bouncing on the balls of her feet to absorb the impact, then vanished into my apartment. As I watched her make a beeline towards the bedroom, I wondered whether the sudden tightness in my pants had more to do with her plans or her words.

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I didn’t get the chance to actually check up on Sara’s recovery the next day - I had a busy schedule still, and both times I tried to poke my head in to see how she was doing, she was already busy talking to one of the apartment complex’s other tenants. Still, I was able to make sure she was up and moving at least.

I focused on catching up on work. Thanks to the additional services I’d been offering and a couple months of word of mouth, my calendar was… actually booked. On the one hand, it was nice to have a steady income - which was augmented both by Aubrette’s part time cleaning work, and by Rose’s sewing commissions. On the other hand, I still wasn’t used to having that many demands on my time. For years, I’d been scraping by, but I’d also had downtime to spend as I pleased. I was going to have to find some way of balancing the need for money with the desire to spend time with my ladies.

I tried to make up for the lost time in the evenings. The next couple nights were spent doting on the women in their own particular preferred ways. Since Cindy - and her need to absorb Sin - was included in that number, that specifically meant that the first night after was spent behind Rose, grabbing her hips and slamming myself against her ample behind while her face was buried between Aubrette’s thighs. The following night was spent with my High Sidhe providing tableside service to Rose, Cindy, and myself. While in the nude. And with instructions that she was to gratify either Cindy or Rose in any way they desired throughout dinner, drinks, or the movie we watched after. The tall redhead blushed the entire evening, dripped down her thighs for most of it, and when I finally permitted her to impale herself on my dick, the orgasm that immediately overtook her had her screaming out her satisfaction and passing out.

I was a little disappointed she didn’t last longer, but Cindy was eager to step in and take over that ride.

The evening after that shaped up to be a little more chill. All three of us were cuddled up on my newly magically cleaned and maintained couch. I’d had Rose pick a movie and was unsurprised when it was a horror flick. I wasn’t really a horror fan, though I was familiar with the classics, so I hadn’t really watched any since Aubrette swore her Oath to me. I was very much looking forward to seeing how she’d react.

The teens in the TV were just getting to the lake and unpacking in what I think was one of their uncles’ cabins when I heard a key turning in my apartment door. Since the only people I had given a key to were already on the couch with me, I had no idea who it might be, and was still trying to figure that out when it opened. Sara stepped through, turned, and immediately closed and locked the door again behind her.

My mind -probably keyed by the movie we were watching - immediately started searching for danger. Nobody tried to slam the door open behind Sara, though, and as she turned, the look on her face was frustration rather than fear.

She was fully made up, her makeup gorgeous, her hair styled, wearing a little black dress that hugged her from hip to chest. Most of her toned, muscular legs were on display, further enhanced by the tall black pumps contorting her feet. She carried a tiny black purse - a clutch, I guess - though she dropped it onto the carpet beside her as soon as she placed the key she just used in it. Her brown eyes, enormous and beautiful with her long mascaraed eyelashes, searched through the four people on the couch, settling on my face and attempting to bore a hole through it the moment she picked me out.

“You. You. You… are going to work your magic on me, Mister Magic Man.” Sara’s right hand reached up, pointing at me in apparent righteous anger as she made her proclamation.

I blinked in surprise, and tried to surreptitiously pull my hand back from between Rose’s thighs. The Puca immediately clamped them shut, trapping my hand against her panties beneath her ruffled skirt. I carefully asked, “What… magic do you mean, Sara?”

The caramel skinned woman stalked across the room towards me. Her expression flashed between frustration, anger and desperation. “I mean, Jack, that you are going to do the same thing to me that you did to those three gorgeous women that makes them ecstatic to be touched and has them almost cumming the second they so much as see your dick. Then you’re going to fuck my brains out.”

I tugged at my hand again, only to feel Rose’s thighs tighten once more, locking me in place and preventing me from standing up to meet my aggressor. As a result, rather than actually facing Sara head on, all I managed to do was half turn on the couch towards her. I kept my voice as calm and reasonable as I could, “I’m… I mean… Sara, I’d love to… but I can’t…” Failing to string a coherent sentence together, I was cut off by rapid fire words.

“You told me you’d let Aubrette or Rose go if you could, and I believe you, so you’re going to do that to me. You’re going to mojo me, or hit me with your whammy or whatever you call it, magic me some happy, give me as much dick as you can handle, then let me go tomorrow.” Arriving at the couch, Sara paused to reach down and carefully unhook her heels, stepping out of them one at a time and losing a couple inches of height in the process.

I took that time to formulate a response, finally managing to pick some words that went together. “Sara, I find you very attractive, and if you just need some casual hookup sex, I would be happy to provide, but I can’t do the other thing. I…”

I was interrupted again by Sara yelling over me. It occurred to me that I hadn’t ever actually heard Sara yell before. In any dealings I had with her, even in any that I happened to witness with other tenants, she was always the picture of professionalism. “Nope. Your problem is them not being willing. That’s great, that’s a great problem, but I’m telling you to do it, so get on it. I’m willing.”

“Ok, but… why?” The question slipped past my lips before I had the chance to consider it. For a moment, Sara was silent, and I wondered if the question was something she had even considered herself.

Then the yelling resumed. “Why? Because the job my uncle got me ‘as a favor’ turned out to be a dead end time sink. Because I’ve been so tied up in work that I’ve had to cut back on class hours and I’m up to an extra two years before I graduate, at least. Because the only thing I have time to to do for fun is fucking work out at the apartment gym. Because I had to deal with months of your neighbors complaining about your girls screaming out your praises twice a day. Because now I have to hear them cumming their brains out myself.” Sara walked right up to the couch, glancing down and immediately spotting my hand trapped between Rose’s thighs. She pointed at it accusingly.

“Because every time I go out with any of these three, they won’t stop telling me about how big your fucking dick is, and you’re still finger banging Rose while I’m yelling at you.” I opened my mouth to try to defend myself, while also making another futile attempt to slip my hand free, but Sara just rolled right over me. Her accent was coming through strong, and the rapid pace of her words left me no opening to respond. “Because when I finally got a night where I could go on a date, fucking Mike Miller needs to spend a goddamn hour bitching and moaning when he broke his goddamn toilet and my tinder date cancelled on me.”

She finally paused there, taking a deep breath to steady herself, then adding quietly. “So I want you with your magic and your big dick to take me out of my head for a day, and then when I’m happy and well fucked you can put me back like I was, and I can be relaxed and deal with shit and go on with my life. Just one day, Magic Jack, you’re going to give me that because you owe me and I deserve it.” As an afterthought, she added, “Oh, and I’m on the pill. So you can’t use that as an excuse either.”

I sat in stunned silence for a moment while all four women in the room stared at me, waiting to see how I would react. Eventually, I managed to find my words, meeting Sara’s gaze and quietly replying, “I… I get all that, and you’re right, I do owe you one. I would… You’re asking me to, so I would do all of that for you if I could, but I can’t. The… the way these three are isn’t something I set out to do, I can’t do that for you…”

Cindy’s husky voice cut me off there as she said, “Master, forgive me for interrupting, but that isn’t true. You have the means to do exactly as Sara demands.” My head whipped around towards the Sin Demon and I finally managed to pull my arm free, earning a quiet disappointed sound from Rose.

It was Aubrette who continued speaking, though, treacherously adding, “It’s true, my Lord. I know you have expressed distaste for using them before, but one of the rituals harnessing Glamour that you declined to use will produce an effect matching Sara’s demands. The ritual itself is quite similar to the one you have named ‘Motivation’, but rather than providing the focus to perform her own tasks, it would make her blissfully happy to comply with any requests or demands you make of her. You should be able to perform it without issue, and the duration is limited - perhaps one to three days - again as she insisted.” The Sidhe blushed faintly as she realized everyone’s eyes had turned to her, but persisted long enough to finish, “I know you have been unwilling to affect the free will of other humans in the past, but as Ms. Garcia agrees to these terms, you do possess the means to free her from her burdens for a specified period in accordance with her will.”

Once more, I opened my mouth to speak, and once more, someone beat me to the punch. Sara pointed at Aubrette, but directed her gaze at me, her rich brown eyes wide as she demanded, “That. You’re going to do that for me. You said you would if you could. They said you can, so you’re going to.”

Glancing around to again see that four pairs of eyes were watching me expectantly, I shrugged helplessly. “I mean… if you’re sure. But… ok, if I’m going to do this, you have to tell me what you’re ok with.”

This time, Sara actually paused to think about her answer. For about two whole seconds. Then she held up a hand and ticked off her fingers, “No animals, no bleeding, nothing that will last longer than your magic. No one outside this room. If it lasts long enough I have to work, you tell me to work like normal and come back when I’m done. No…” Her eyes flicked to Rose for a moment, and the curvy Goth Puca smiled up at her. “None of her super kinky shit for this time, we can talk about that for next time. Maybe. Jack, they told me what you all get up to. None of what they told me… ok, most of what they told me I’m fine with, and with your magic I’ll be fine with any of it. Just don’t do anything super gross, and make sure by the time your spell and shit wear off I’m happy, well fucked and relaxed. Please, Jack. I just… I just need you to take me out of myself for a day. I know you can, and… and I trust you.”

I swallowed hard, examining Sara’s face for a long moment, before eventually nodding. “Ok. If that’s what you want, apparently I can give that to you.”

Fifteen minutes later, Sara was standing defiantly in the middle of the ritual room Aubrette was maintaining. Watching the expression on her face when my High Sidhe opened a door that wasn’t there, then walked into a room which couldn’t exist in the geometries of the house had gotten me a laugh, but she had glared at me hard enough to shut me up.

Cindy was in the process of drawing out the salt circle on the shitty linoleum floor, Aubrette was coaching me through the differences between this ritual chant and the motivational one I was more familiar with. Rose was leaning against the doorframe, watching the whole thing with an amused smile on her face.

It only took my Sin Demon a few minutes to prepare the ritual space completely, and once that was done she joined me, taking the space to my right opposite Aubrette. I looked up from the book, my eyes meeting Sara’s as I asked quietly, “One more check - you’re sure you want me to do this?”

She nodded without hesitation. “I’m sure. Now magic me, magic man, and then make me forget my problems for a day.” I held her gaze for a few moments longer, then nodded, and turned my attention to the tome on the stand in front of me.

As Aubrette had promised, the ritual in the book was nearly identical to the one I had performed dozens of times by now. The hand gestures differed only twice, and the chant was the same until most of the way through. It even used the same reagents. Sara stared me down the entire time I worked, as though daring me to back down.

When the chanting finished and I dropped my hands down, the brown haired woman in the middle of the circle looked around. She waited for a moment, then raised her eyebrows and asked expectantly, “That’s it?”

I glanced around. Again, four sets of eyes were fixed on me. I shrugged. “That’s the ritual. I guess… let’s test it out.” I focused my eyes on the athletic woman in the circle, still rocking her little black dress. “Sara, come here.”

Instantly, her whole posture and expression changed. A shiver ran through her and her eyes widened, bright red lips parting as a near orgasmic sound escaped them, followed by a breathy, “Yes, Master!”

Still barefoot, she immediately all but ran to me, heedless of the salt she stepped through. She wasn’t quite as short as Cindy, but as I rose to my feet, she moved in so close to my chest that she had to crane her neck to look up at me. As she did so, she spoke again, and this time there was an excited tremor in her voice. “Jack… Master… please tell me to do something else. That… that was amazing.”

Finding myself suddenly so close I could feel the heat of Sara’s body, my arms instinctively wrapped around the athletic woman, gently pulling her close. I lost myself in her dark eyes for a moment, before leaning down and whispering, “Kiss me, Sara.”

Two surprisingly strong arms wrapped around my neck as my landlady - and now apparently enthusiastically obedient servant - launched herself into a kiss. Her brightly painted lips found mine, and she moaned in bliss as she obeyed my order, her tongue seeking mine out. I tasted the lipstick she wore, and a strong flavor of mind that was probably mouthwash, and an actual human woman’s mouth for the first time in nearly two years.

She clung to me, doing her best to shove her tongue down my throat as helpless noises of pleasure escaped her. I did my best to keep up, but eventually had to pull myself up and break the kiss to catch my breath. To my great relief, she did not mindlessly continue pursuing that order, instead staring up at me with a lovingly happy expression.

I kept my arms looped around her narrow shoulders, feeling her pressing herself to my chest. Taking one more deep breath, I asked cautiously, “You’re still you, right. Sara, I order you to tell me if you are secretly hating every moment of this, or actually unwilling, or anything like that.”

Her eyes rolled back for a moment, eyelids fluttering as she parted her lips to speak. “I am not secretly hating anything, or unwilling, fuck Jack this is… mmm… this is exactly what I want. Tell me to do more things, please Master.” I floundered for a moment, having been so wrapped up in first denying Sara’s request then figuring out how to fulfill it that I hadn’t actually thought of what to do after that.

A throaty purr from beside me helpfully suggested, “She’s overdressed, Master. You should fix that, and take her to your bedroom.” I glanced briefly over my shoulder to see Cindy’s elfin features looking back at me, the Sin Demon having also risen from her position assisting me with the ritual. I turned back to Sara, locked eyes with the woman, and ordered her, “Take off your clothes, Sara. Then we’re going to go to the bedroom together.”

The little black dress dropped to the ground a heartbeat later, revealing a black strapless push up bra doing its best to show off the gentle curves of the athletic woman’s breasts. They were smaller than Aubrette’s by a fair margin, though fuller than Cindy’s, and as the bra peeled off a moment later I was treated to the sight of dark brown nipples, already crinkled and standing at attention. Her hands slid down to her hips, a shuddering breath escaping her as she peeled off the tiny black thong she had been wearing, letting it drop on top of the dress to stand before me nude. The dark lips of her pussy were shaved bare, with only a tiny patch of dark brown hair remaining, and even in the dim light of the ritual chamber I could see clear evidence of her arousal.

Sara’s voice was thick with lust and pleasure as she begged, “Please, Master, don’t tell me what we’re going to do, order me to do it. Fuck, Jack, it feels so good to obey you…” One of the caramel skinned woman’s hands began tracing across her tight abs, and I took the moment to really admire her. She was muscular and well toned, and far from making her look masculine, all my brain could think for several long moments was how great her ass was going to look while she was bouncing on my cock. Eventually, her words got through to me, and I reworded my statement from earlier. “Sara, go into my bedroom and get on my bed. Wait for me there.” I glanced down for just a moment, then added, “Play with yourself until I arrive.”

She moaned at the series of orders, but immediately bounced off to obey, actually jogging out of the room. I watched her toned ass flexing as she departed, and called out after her departing form, “Don’t cum until I tell you to.” That was greeted by another moan drifting back from the living room. I took a few steps then turned so I could face all three of the women still remaining in the room. I took a deep breath, then spoke more quietly. “I’m… this wasn’t how I planned for this evening to go. Look, I’m not going to say I’m not going to have sex with Sara, but I want to check with all three of you first. We haven’t talked about bringing anyone else into bed and… ok, I know what all of your preferences are generally, but… how much do you want to do, or be involved in?”

Cindy responded first, whipping off her t-shirt with almost alarming speed, then unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. As she climbed out of them she said simply, “You should already know, Master. I will obey your every order to the best of my ability. If you wish to fill your new fucktoy’s ass with your cum, then command me to extract it with my tongue, I will. If you order her to sit on my face while I eat her bald little pussy, I will. If you…” I held up a hand to cut her off, laughing quietly.

“I get it. And… we’ll see. Maybe not the first one, but the second…” I shook my head, turning my gaze to Aubrette. The tall redhead was bending over, gathering up not just Sara’s discarded clothing, but also what Cindy just shed. “Aubrette?”

The High Sidhe shivered as I addressed her, straightening with her armfull of clothing. Her face flushed and her brilliant blue eyes looked everywhere but at my face as she said, “I will watch, my Lord. Your concubine is pleased to perform any acts her liege demands, but… allow your… slutty steward… to watch you claim your newest conquest.” I rolled my eyes a little at her choices of words, but nodded my assent before turning to Rose.

The Puca’s black lips immediately curled up as she gave me her sweetest, most innocent smile. “I’ve been trying to get her in bed since I met her, Master Jack Sir. You play with her as much as you want, but if you tell her to eat my pussy I’ll make it worth your whiiillleee…” The last part was delivered in a singsong, and I laughed quietly.

I walked to first Rose, then Aubrette, then finally Cindy, claiming a quick kiss from each, before turning to walk towards my bedroom. “Well then c’mon. I have a landlord abusing her position of authority that I need to take care of.”

Entering my bedroom, I was treated to the sight of Sara lying in the middle of the mattress, her head propped up on a pillow. Her legs were spread wide, muscular thighs parted to show off the smooth dark lips of her cunt while one of her fingers ran slow circles around her clit. Her other hand was over one of her breasts, rhythmically grasping and releasing it. Her dark red painted lips were opened in an almost comically wide ‘o’, and a low moan escaped her throat as I arrived.

Her eyes were heavily lidded, but turned to focus on me the moment I came into view, and she called out languidly, “Master, please. Fuck me. Better yet, tell me to fuck you. Tell me to do anything, Jack, please.”

I nearly stumbled at that demand, but managed to catch myself just in time. I walked to the edge of the bed, taking the time to appreciate the view, before ordering, “Sara, put your ass in the air. I’m going to fuck you from behind, and I want you to enjoy that as much as you can. No, I order you to love my dick being inside you.” I started removing my own clothes, feeling a helpful pair of slender arms encircle my waist from behind to unbutton my pants as I stripped off my own shirt. Cindy took no time at all relieving me of my jeans and boxers, and in only a few moments I was as naked as she and Sara were.

Glancing around the room, I saw that Rose and Aubrette had also entered, and were still dressed - though the latter’s hand was already pushing up under her skirt. I called out, “No… no clothes. Just… everyone is naked tonight.” Rose shrugged and began twisting to peel off her shirt, while Aubrette blushed, but also complied. I waited until my busty Puca’s chest bounced into view before turning back to Sara, unwilling to miss that particular treat even with another woman waiting.

By the time I looked at her, the caramel skinned woman who had begged me to enslave her for the evening had her ass raised high and her face pressed to the mattress. She still had one finger working between her thighs, rubbing slow gentle circles around her clit, and I tried to make a note of how she was touching herself. Her knees were spread wide, which parted the lips of her drooling cunt to reveal bright pink within. Climbing up onto the mattress behind her, I placed my knees between hers, letting my erection drop down to rest on the cleft of her ass. She moaned in response, wiggling slowly to try to entice me further. I pressed my hips forward until my thighs met her ass, looking down and noticing just how far along her body my erection reached. For the first time in a while, I wondered if maybe Cindy was right, and my dick actually had gotten bigger. It looked like it was going to pierce halfway through Sara’s petite frame.

With that thought in mind, I let my hands slide onto the hips before me. They were a little wider than I had expected, fitting into my hands nicely, and I squeezed down on them as I spoke. “Sara… no, first, you wanted to be taken out of yourself. I order you to respond to ‘Slave’ for the rest of the night, and to react with the same pleasure you would get from following an order every time I call you that.”

“Fuck yes, Master, yes please!” Sara wiggled her hips, pushing back against me for a moment, then pulling forward to try to get me to line up my cock with her waiting pussy. I tightened my grip on her hips, refusing to comply just yet, a little surprised at how easily I was able to restrain the athletic woman.

“Slave,” I felt her body quiver as I addressed her, “For the rest of the night, before you cum, if you can, I order you to tell me before you orgasm so I can order you to do it.” She shook again, once more trying to buck her hips forward and once more being held back by my grip. “Slave, I order you to love the feel of my hands on your skin. And my mouth, and my dick. Every time they’re touching you, I order you to enjoy it.” Again, I felt her entire body spasm with pleasure, and this time when she pushed forward, I let her pull away enough that my dick slid along her backside, dropping down between her cheeks to line up with the slick lips of her cunt.

Right before moving, I added, “Slave, I order you to cum the first time my dick fills you.” With that, I slowly thrust my hips forward, letting the head of my cock part her pussy lips to finally enter her. She groaned out wordlessly, her tunnel fluttering and squeezing around me. Even as soaking wet as she was, I had to work to fit myself inside Sara, slowly forcing my hips forward as I claimed inch after inch of her. I felt her orgasm start to overtake her with a couple inches of my dick left to go, and a clinical voice in the back of my head noted that she apparently felt ‘filled’ well before she had taken everything I had to offer. She froze, then begged, “Please Master may slave cum?” with a frantic note in her voice. I immediately responded.

“Cum for me, Slave.”

As I slowly began pulling my hips back, Sara began speaking, her words slightly muffled by the way she was pressing the side of her face into the mattress. “Fuck, Master Jack, fuck your new slave. I want you to keep fucking me until I’m stuffed full of your cum, then make your other slaves suck it all out you can do it all over again.” My dick twitched at her words, and I responded by slamming my hips forward, managing to get maybe another half inch into her before pulling back. I wasn’t sure she was ever going to be able to take my full length, but I was damn well happy to find out just where her limits were if she was going to keep responding like that.

As my hips pumped back and forth, my dick doing its best to carve out a home for itself inside of Sara, I let my head swivel around the room once more. Aubrette and Rose were both naked by now, with the former seated on the heavy wooden chair she preferred to watch from. Her thighs were parted wide thanks to an earlier order I had yet to rescind, and one of her hands was slowly pumping a finger into her own cunt while the other squeezed one of her nipples so hard I could see it turn white from across the room.

Rose, meanwhile, was standing just at the edge of the bed, hips cocked and an almost smug grin on her lips. I stared at her for a moment, and before I could even give her the order, my Puca hopped up onto the bed and crawled forward. She thrust her chest out at me proudly, her massive rack on full display as her bond to me told her that her rider had need of her. One of my hands grasped for her immediately, my fingers sinking into the yielding flesh of her breast to squeeze firmly. I leaned down, claiming her mouth in a hot kiss even while I continued pumping my hips back and forth to try to work the last inch of my cock into Sara’s squeezing depths.

My eyes closed on their own as I kissed and groped Rose, the Puca moaning into my mouth while Sara clenched repeatedly around my length, begging, “Please tell Slave to do more, Master. Fuck your Slave and tell her to cum all over your dick. Order Slave to eat all your women’s cunts and love all of it. Please, Master…”

I pulled back from Rose’s mouth, my hand still sinking my fingers into her breast and squeezing the pliant flesh, her golden gaze now heavy with lust. I met her eyes and then flicked mine towards where Sara was still pinned by my dick and my hand. Rose nodded several times, eagerly, and I chuckled.

I released the Puca’s huge breast, returned my hand to Sara’s waist, then firmly grasped her hips. Pulling her back as firmly as I could, I impaled her on my cock, and then walked my knees backwards, dragging her with me. The caramel skinned woman screamed out her pleasure as she was filled with my dick and then manhandled around the bed, a wordless cry of delight. Once she was pulled away from the pillows, I nodded towards the now open space at the head of the bed. As Rose started positioning herself there, I spoke again, “Slave, for the rest of the night, whenever there’s a pussy in front of you, I order you to lick it, giving as much pleasure as you can, and to enjoy it as much as they seem to be.”

I started pumping my hips steadily, a shiver of pleasure running down my spine at the way my new voluntary fucktoy’s channel clenched and squeezed at every inch of my cock. While I did so, Rose managed to place herself at the head of the bed, lowering herself to slide her thighs onto either side of Sara’s head. The moment she was in place, a moan escaped my landlady’s mouth. She spun her face to the side, burying her lips in the Puca’s pussy and beginning to lick. She started slowly at first, but almost the moment her tongue touched Rose’s cunt - drawing a moan from the curvy woman - Sara moaned her own reply and buried her face, licking frantically.

I picked up speed in response to that, using my hands on Sara’s hips for leverage to pull her ass back against me, slamming myself home. Both she and Rose groaned at that, the motion causing my temporary slave’s face to rub against the Puca’s cunt even while she buried her tongue in it.

As turned on as I was, I knew I wouldn’t last long, but the thought just… didn’t bother me. For one thing, the escalating moans from the two women in bed told me they weren’t too far from orgasm themselves. For another, some part of me just knew that there was no way I wouldn’t be up for round two. And maybe rounds three and four. Without interrupting my pacing, I growled out another command, “Slave, every time I cum, or one of…” I swallowed, but then charged forward, just embracing the depravity of the moment, “One of your fellow fucktoys cums, I order you to cum immediately, without asking.”

Sara’s reply was muffled by Rose’s pussy, the Puca having grabbed the athletic woman’s ponytail and used it to help shove her face between her legs, but it sounded enthusiastically happy about that order. Hearing a woman who - I admit - I’d fantasized about from the very first time I met her moaning in pleasure while she ate the cunt of my actual big tiddy goth girlfriend put me right to the edge of orgasm. For another handful of thrusts I held off, before giving in to my body’s demands.

I groaned loudly, my balls pulsing wildly as I shot my cum so deeply inside of Sara she could probably taste it. Her cunt spasmed wildly from the very moment my seed splashed against her womb, her entire body shaking with her own orgasm when my order kicked in. Rose followed a moment later, her own hips quaking as Sara’s tongue - still following my orders even as the rest of her was insensate with pleasure - continued lashing at the Puca’s clit.

I was breathing hard, so I paused there, my length still buried in Sara’s pulsing channel. Rose had started to twitch a little, but her position had her trapped to where she couldn’t easily move herself away from the greedy tongue that continued to dart out, lapping at her sensitive pussy. I let the Puca squirm for a minute, admiring the way her voluptuous body moved as waves of pleasure rocked it, then just manhandled Sara to pull her back towards my body, removing her head from between Rose’s pale thighs.

My left hand lifted up, pointing to Aubrette without looking at her, and commanding, “Vassal, get us some water. I don’t want anyone passing out from dehydration.” Lifting my head and turning the other direction, I found Cindy already climbing on the bed towards me. The slender blonde crawled on all fours more gracefully than most people walked, keeping her head fixed on me as she approached. I looked down, noticing I still had Sara’s cunt wrapped around me, and flexed my loins, just to hear her moan in response.

Cindy’s husky voice was a sultry whisper as she said, “Master, may I suggest you…”

I responded by sliding one hand out and wrapping my fingers through the Sin Demon’s hair, taking my own turn to cut someone off. “You may not. I’m going to lie back and you’re going to use your tongue to clean me.” Far from upset at being grabbed and spoken over, the look on the demon’s face was one of hot lust. I pulled her in close by her hair, bending down to kiss her again, and then continuing. “Sara, lie down and spread your legs by the foot of the bed, I’m going to watch you get eaten out. Rose, I know what you want to do.”

The Puca favored me with a happy smile. “You’re so good to indulge me, Master Jack Sir.” As Sara blissfully slid herself forward, the still hard length of my erection sliding out of her tunnel, Rose was already moving towards the foot of the bed. As the toned thighs of my landlady parted before her, the raven haired goth’s face nestled between them, burying herself in the task of extracting my cum from the other woman’s pussy.

I slid up the bed, dragging Cindy with me. Well - moving, and she crawled easily along to keep up. I used the grip on her hair to push her head between my legs, and her purple lips parted easily, her jaw opening wide to take my full girth.

When Aubrette returned to the room a few minutes later, she had a small tray of bottles of water, so cold they steamed lightly in the warmth of my bedroom. Cindy was sliding her head back and forth slowly, giving me a long and languid blowjob while I watched Rose doing her best to return the pleasure Sara gave her, with interest. As the tall redhead walked into the room, my Sin Demon pulled her lips off of my cock to speak, only for me to push her back down, sliding her back onto my dick until her lips wrapped around its base. I was entirely certain that she was just doing it to provoke this specific reaction by now, since it was the fourth time she had done it.

I waited until Cindy had swallowed a few times, just to feel the way her throat squeezed around my cock, then announced, “Ok, hydration break. Everyone take a couple minutes to get a drink.”

Aubrette handed me the first bottle and I twisted off the cap, downing almost half of it in a series of rapid gulps. As the redhead passed out the other bottles, I pulled Cindy off of my dick - she didn’t actually need water, but I wanted the break. She took that opportunity to finally voice the thought she’d had. “Master, I just wanted to say you might be being inefficient in your orders. Rather than specifying orders, give her a general one to take your suggestions and plans as orders, or perhaps order her to comply with your wishes and desires as well as your orders.” That was… a really good point. It also brought to mind a question I probably should have already asked.

I raised my head, looking down towards the foot of the bed. Rose and Sara were snuggled up next to each other, the caramel skin color of the later a stark contrast to the nearly albino Puca. Each had a water bottle in hand, and in between sips they were nuzzling their heads together. It was a surprisingly sweet tableau, particularly given that I hadn’t ordered either of them into it. I hesitated for a moment, leery of interrupting, but then shrugged and ordered, “Sara, tell me how the ritual makes you feel. Make sure to specifically tell me how the orders that wouldn’t normally be possible feel, like the order to cum whenever one of the rest of us does, or to enjoy licking pussy as much as having your pussy licked.”

A shudder ran through Sara at the new order, and she wiped her mouth with the back of a hand before responding. “Master - Jack - it feels wonderful to obey. Every time you give me an order, and I comply with it, it just… it fills me with happiness that starts in my heart, and then rushes out into every part of my body. I’m turned on all the time, but I don’t think that’s… necessarily just the magic, I think that’s just feeling really good, and this is a pretty fucking sexually charged environment.”

She paused there, leaning her head against Rose’s shoulder. “I think that if you gave me an order I really, really didn’t want to do, I could just… not do it, but I’m rewarded so well for obeying that I would have to really object. Don’t…” Her eyes glanced over at me for a moment without her head lifting. “Please don’t test that though, not now anyway. Master, I feel so good, please don’t tell me to do something that would take that away from me.”

I smiled at that, and held up one hand to wave away her concerns. “I will try not to, don’t worry. In fact, Sara, you are ordered to not obey any commands that make you feel unhappy or conflicted. And to tell me if that happens so I can adapt or change them.”

She flashed me a brilliant, grateful smile at that, before suddenly shuddering and nearly dropping her bottle of water as a wave of pleasure washed through her. Once she regained control, she took a deep breath and continued, “Yes, Master! Thank you, Master. Oh! And… I can call you whatever, but I think part of the magic is rewarding me for calling you Master, because oh, my, god, Master, it feels so good to call you Master. Or acknowledge that you’re my Master.” She shuddered again as she spoke, her eyes half closing for a moment before she pressed on. “It’s… it’s kinda the same for the orders you mentioned. It… I don’t think it’s like… magically making me feel what Rose felt, it just… it feels so good to lick her pussy finally that I could cum just from obeying.”

Sara’s face suddenly darkened in a blush as she realized what she admitted. Rose caught it about the same time I did, and the Puca’s black lips curled up in a very happy smile. I smirked a little as she admitted something I didn’t think she had originally intended to.

Noticing Aubrette about to sit herself back down in the heavy wooden chair by the wall with a mostly empty bottle, I called out, “Vassal, attend your liege!” I had noticed the High Sidhe responded very well to being reminded of her oath and the roles we took while in bed. My guess was that using the formal titles while she provided sexual service tied in to the fantasies she had never managed to live out during her centuries in Faerie. She responded immediately, swiftly walking across the room towards me. I leaned down as she did, whispering a couple quick instructions to Cindy, who responded with a grin before sliding off the bed.

When Aubrette arrived, I beckoned for her to climb up where Cindy had been, joining me at the head of the bed. The redhead obediently crawled up, replacing my blonde demon at my side, and I gently pulled her head down to claim her lips in a kiss. She returned it enthusiastically, and the taste of honey and strawberries greeted my tongue as it pushed past her lips. Pulling back after several long moments, I smiled at her, pecked her lips one more time, then instructed, “Keep my dick warm and happy, vassal. With your mouth.”

She immediately nodded her acknowledgement, gave a quiet, “Yes, my Lord,” and dove between my legs to pick up where Cindy had left off. The Sidhe’s technique was wildly different, spending far more time with just the head of my dick between her lips, her tongue swirling rapidly around it, only occasionally dipping down to take more of me into her mouth. She used one hand to assist, wrapping it around the base of my cock and sliding it up and down to jack me off while sucking me.

I settled back against the headboard to give her the space to work, my eyes searching out Sara again. She and Rose had both finished their water, and the latter was beginning to amorously explore the latest addition to my bedroom. As I watched, the Puca started nuzzling and kissing her way down Sara’s neck and onto her chest, her lips making quiet wet sounds as she went.

Despite the distraction, my landlady managed to resume speaking - even as she shifted her body to open it up to Rose’s explorations. “Master, I… I feel good, and happy. You ordered me to tell you how the magic makes me feel. I am so stressed all the time, and the magic makes me feel good and like I don’t have a weight on my shoulders all the time. I don’t ever want it to end.”

I smiled at that - admittedly helped by the set of lips sucking lovingly at the head of my cock, and said, “Good. Then I’m very happy you came in when you did. How did you, by the way?”

Sara smiled at me, showing no shame as she immediately responded, “Master Jack. I’m not supposed to use it, but my god you hadn’t picked up on any of my hints. Master Jack, Cindy told you the first time I met her that I wanted you, that was like… six months ago and you never asked. She was right, you probably could have talked me into your bed then pretty easily.”

She giggled breathlessly at a combination of her own words, and the fact that Rose’s lips had finally found their way to her nipples, the Puca suckling happily and switching back and forth from one stiff nub to the other. “I’m… thank you, Master. Thank you for this. Please don’t ever make it stop. I want to obey forever.”

I reached one hand up to lightly stroke Aubrette’s hair. My eyes flitted about the room, finding Cindy as she returned to the bed. The Sin Demon had the items I had ordered her to gather at hand, so it was nearly time to end the respite. “Nope. Sara, I’m happy to talk to you about a repeat later if you want, but we’re going to let this run its course, and then have a serious talk about what exactly you want when your mind isn’t being magically influenced. We can get you the breaks from life you need, but don’t want to enslave you.” I looked around at the four nude women, each one magically bound to my will such that they were compelled to obey me, and amended, “Ok, no, enslaving you - all of you - is incredibly hot, my god you’re all so beautiful, and I am the luckiest man who has ever lived. Point remains, though, I am actively trying to not force any of you into anything. Sober Sara has to do the negotiations, Slave Sara is ordered to just enjoy the rest of the night and not worry about being enslaved in the future.”

I paused, realizing I hadn’t actually taken Cindy’s earlier excellent advice. “Also: Slave Sara is ordered to obey my whims and wishes when I express them, not just my orders. If I tell you that I want something from you, you are ordered to comply and will be following my orders when you do. Same with if I say that something sounds like a good idea, and so on.”

A shudder ran through my landlord and she moaned so loudly I couldn’t tell if she actually came, or if she was just ecstatic at that particular order. A few moments later, she managed to call out, “Yes, thank you Master!”

I smiled, then looked at where Cindy was now waiting for my go-ahead. I looked back towards Sara and ordered, “Slave Sara, Cindy is going to get you ready for more. Relax and enjoy it. Rose, come here and cuddle me.”

The Puca made a little noise of disappointment as she pulled herself away from my landlady’s firm tits, and I couldn’t blame her. Sara’s breasts weren’t large, but they were firm, perky, and delicious looking. Still, Rose obeyed, climbing up the bed to snuggle to my side, all while Aubrette continued to dutifully ply her mouth to keep my cock nice and warmed up.

Cindy, meanwhile, gently shoved Sara and the fit woman allowed herself to be pushed onto her back, her muscular thighs spread wide. The tiny blonde wasted no time, first dragging her tongue up Sara’s cunt, before beginning to work one of her fingers into the other woman’s backside. Moans started to fill the room again as Cindy fulfilled my orders. I wrapped one arm around Rose, pulling her to my side and leaning over to kiss her, the herbal flavor of her mouth a distinct contrast to Aubrette’s sweeter flavor.

For the next couple minutes, I made out with the dark haired Puca, allowed myself the pleasure of playing with her huge tits, and occasionally moaned out my approval of the way my High Sidhe vassal was treating my dick. The redhead was focused, but Rose’s eyes joined mine in watching the show at the foot of the bed.

While Sara writhed and occasionally called out a, “Fuck yes, please more!” Cindy slowly pumped first one, then two of her fingers into the other woman’s tight asshole. She had a bottle of lube placed to her side and occasionally withdrew her hand to squirt more onto her fingers, before working them into my new slave again, all while tonguing her cunt idly. Only when the demon’s fingers were able to slide smoothly in and out, Sara’s tight ring of muscles finally having relaxed, did she move to the next step of my instructions. She carefully poured lube over the butt plug I’d had her fetch, turned it on to begin vibrating, then slowly started working it in to replace her fingers. In another minute or so, the plug popped into place, the buzzing it emitted suddenly muffled as it sank to its flared base, and Sara’s voice filled the room. “Please Master, may Slave Sara cum?”

I beamed at that and responded, “Yes, then come up here and put your mouth to work. Aubrette… come snuggle, you’re watching from right here.” Immediately, Sara’s body began to quiver as another orgasm overtook her, the combined stimuli of the plug vibrating in her ass, Cindy’s tongue on her pussy, and the magic flooding her body with pleasure overwhelming her. As she did, Aubrette dutifully removed her mouth from the head of my cock, leaving her fingers wrapped around the base, as she took her position opposite Rose to snuggle against my side.

Once Sara recovered enough, she started dragging herself up the bed towards me, her dark eyes fixed on my wet cock. Her progress was slowed by the shivers that still passed through her, but soon enough her fit body was positioned between my legs. I relaxed back against the pillows and headboard, reclining with Rose’s plush form snuggled to my right side, and Aubrette’s taller body occupying my left, my cock standing proudly in the air.

Sara’s lips closed around my dick, the third mouth to give it attention in the last fifteen minutes or so, and another quiver of pleasure passed through her as she obeyed another order. One of her hands slid up to begin massaging my balls, then she got to work, bobbing her head up and down to slide her lips along my shaft as my pretty landlady started lovingly sucking my cock.

As I watched, Cindy slid forward and positioned herself between Sara’s thighs. With a lush Puca in one arm, a well built High Sidhe in the other, an enchanted human wrapping her mouth around my dick, and a Sin Demon ensuring that said human was both wet and ready for whatever I wanted, I let out a happy contented sigh and relaxed.

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When I awoke, it was to an obnoxious beeping from my nightstand. The bedroom was lit with morning sunlight, and what I eventually recognized as my morning alarm was going off on my phone. I tried to move to turn it off, but found myself trapped by bodies. I had to slowly and carefully extract my left arm from where it was trapped between Rose’s tits, the Puca having fallen asleep holding it. She stirred a little, but did not wake. My right arm and leg were both similarly claimed, but I managed to stretch over Sara on my right to reach the phone and turn off the alarm.

The athletic woman claiming my right arm made a quiet sound of protest and nuzzled closer to me. She had been… memories of the night before hit me in a wave, but events had run long enough that the images which flashed through my mind weren’t in any particular order. By the time we were winding down, I had ordered Sara to get a good night’s sleep, and she seemed to have taken that to heart.

I managed to finally look down, discovering that Cindy was the one wrapped around my right leg. Her face was resting on one of Sara’s thighs, but she didn’t seem to be moving, so I guessed she was more in the realm of Sloth than of Lust at the moment. Looking around, I couldn’t see Aubrette anywhere. The last I remembered of her was… Rose, lapping my cum off of Sara’s perky tits, then pinning the redhead to the mattress as she shoved her tongue - and my load - into the Sidhe’s mouth. That had been towards the end of the night. Or rather, the early hours of the morning when I was finally starting to run out of energy. At some point I had the thought to ask Sara what she considered ‘well fucked’, since she had used the phrase early in the evening, and as a result I had eventually made sure the ensorcelled woman had an orgasm with my dick inside her pussy, her mouth, and then her ass, before taking a break and a shower and eventually having Cindy and Rose masturbate me onto her tits. That… that was about the last part that I remembered, and I must have passed out soon after.

I took several minutes to carefully sneak out of bed, leaving a tangle of three women behind to crawl towards each other seeking the warmth of a body to cuddle. Once free, I tossed on some boxers and made my way to the kitchen. As I had somewhat expected, Aubrette was making breakfast, frying up some eggs in anticipation of my waking. Rather than being nude, she was rocking a naked apron look, her backside exposed while her chest was protected from flying grease. When she turned to smile at me, I saw that the apron was embroidered with the phrase “I fuck better than I cook.”

I liked her cooking, but I still had to agree.

She blushed the moment she saw me, but smiled and said quietly, “Cindy suggested it, and I thought you would approve, my Lord.”

I approached her, kissed her warmly, and agreed. “I do.”

Over the next hour, first Rose, and then Sara emerged from the bedroom. Both of them looked thoroughly disheveled, though Rose managed to find a set of comfy pajamas to wear. Sara, still under the effect of the enchantment she demanded, remained blissfully naked as she woke, immediately padding over to where I was seated at the kitchen table and leaning down to kiss me.

“Thank you, Master. You gave me everything I wanted. I am your slave, and I beg of you to please keep me this way.” I returned her kiss gently, pushing my mostly empty coffee cup away and scooting my chair back to make room for me to pull her into my lap. She turned gracefully, planting her firm behind and snuggling up to my chest, while I reached one hand up to stroke her dark brown hair.

“I’m not going to do that, Sara. I told you yesterday, Sober Sara is going to be the one doing any such negotiations. Slave Sara gets to have fun, and I genuinely, absolutely hope that when this ritual wears off, Sober Sara feels like she got exactly what she needed. I know you got what you asked for, but…” I shook my head, leaning down to claim another tender kiss. “Well, I just hope you feel the same way later. Ok, you have to get to your office soon, so here is your order for the day: Go about your work with the same professional excellence you have always shown me. Don’t let anyone else push you around or get away with anything you wouldn’t normally. I’m not going to tell you to enjoy the job, specifically, but I’ll order you to at least tolerate it to the point where it doesn’t make you unhappy.”

I paused there for a moment, feeling Sara quiver in pleasure as she received new orders, before asking, “Is there anything else you can think of that I should be ordering you to do?”

Dark brown eyes gazed up at me as my landlady, naked and probably still full of my cum despite Rose’s best efforts to lick it out of her, stared into my eyes. Eventually, she nodded slowly, “Yes, please, Master. If you aren’t going to order me to report back to have the ritual renewed, then at least order me to return here if I feel the magic wearing off. That way I don’t react inappropriately at work when it ends.”

I nodded at her wisdom, replying simply, “Consider that an order.” I kissed her again, unable to resist the urge, and marveling at how different and unusual it seemed to just taste a human woman’s lips. There was no honey, no refreshing herbal taste, no spice, just… willing woman, kissing me back.

I let my hand slip down, squeezing her firm backside once, then lightly slapping it. “Get moving. Get dressed, back to your apartment to change, all that stuff - which probably falls under the ‘be professional’ order anyway, but just in case. If the magic is still in effect when you would normally be done with work, come back here anyway.”

Sara slipped from my lap and padded towards the bedroom, where Aubrette had deposited her little black dress. A couple minutes later, she closed my apartment door behind her as she went to her own place to change.

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Sara didn’t return to my apartment until evening, when she would normally wrap up her office duties. She was still firmly in the thrall of the spell, but since I didn’t know how long that would last, I kept the evening’s activities light. All five of us watched movies, ate dinner, and played cards for the next several hours until, a little more than 26 hours after the ritual completed, Sara abruptly announced, “Magic’s fading!”

Then she slumped forward in her chair, dropping her cards on the table.

I immediately stood up, rushing around to her, but she was already beginning to stir. By the time I reached out to touch her shoulder, she was looking around the room at us and looking only a little woozy. I slowly dropped to one knee beside her, searching her expression for any signs of distress.

To my delight, instead, she smiled. It was warmer, and less effusive than she had been the previous evening, and I sagged in relief when I saw it. That got a laugh, and she leaned forward to press a fond kiss to my cheek. “Thank you, Jack.”

I blinked in surprise at that, having not expected those to be her first words. She obviously read my expression, because she continued without prompting, “Not just for giving me exactly the night that I asked for, but also for not letting me persuade you to keep me that way. You’re a good man. That magic book thing would… it would be bad to have that in someone else’s hands. I shudder to think of what Mycah might have done with it, but you… even when you have someone literally begging to be your slave, you made sure I wanted everything you gave me. So… thank you for being a good man.”

I was nearly bowled over by her words. I didn’t think that anything I had done was particularly… good. I still didn’t think of myself as an especially good person. I had, after all, been perfectly willing to place myself at the center of a four women one man orgy the night before. That didn’t sound like the actions of a ‘good’ man, maybe an ‘okay’ one at the best. I didn’t voice those particular doubts, but instead reached up to take Sara’s hand in my own. “I cannot begin to tell you how glad I am that you’re ok with everything. I know you told me what you wanted, but… anyway, I’m glad. And thank you, I had an amazing time with you last night.”

That got a laugh from Sara, her head tossing back a little as she let out a burbling giggle, before she lowered her head and let her dark eyes meet mine. “I should fucking hope so, mister. With the way that massive fuck stick of yours split my little booty, I should fucking pray that you got what you wanted too. I’m going to be sore for days. I’m not like the rest of your magical harem, I need a break now and then.” Her expression softened, and the fond smile returned. “But just a break, I think. I’d ask if you wanted me back, but I already fucking know you do. You’re a good man, Jack, but you’re also a fucking horny one. We’ll talk more later. I’m going to go back to my place to shower and rest and think. I might not always want you to put your magic mojo on me, but I’ll be back, and we’ll figure it out.”

With that, Sara rose from her chair. I stood as well, and she pulled me down for a quick kiss - our first without magic enslaving her - before spinning and retreating. A moment later, my apartment door clicked shut behind her.

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Nearly a week later, I was kneeling in front of a ritual circle, looking at my notebook and the magic tome. Cindy was to my right, Aubrette to my left, and Sara - wearing some lovely powder blue lingerie - was kneeling in front of me in the pentacle. I watched as the athletic caramel skinned woman’s expression changed from one of impatience, her body relaxing and a look of bliss overtaking her. She sighed happily, then said simply, “Master!”

I beamed, leaning to first my left then my right to claim a kiss from each of my assistants, before rising and holding out my arms to Sara. “Come here and kiss me, Slave Sara!” She did, prancing through the circle and all but flinging herself at me. I wrapped my arms around her, lifting her so I could claim her mouth for myself and slowly spinning her around. I slowly lowered her to the floor once more, then motioned for Cindy and Aubrette to grab the ritual supplies and join me. Rose was already at the door, holding a small notebook. This particular one wasn’t one of mine - instead, it belonged to Sara, where my pretty landlady had taken some time over the last several days to jot down a list of requests and bucket list items she wanted me to either have her do, or have done to her.

The very first item she had written down was ‘take me to a tattoo artist and have them mark me as yours.’ Though she had then immediately added, ‘Somewhere I can cover it up with clothes easily.’

The lingerie clad beauty pressed herself to my side as we walked out of the room. Rose led the way, while Cindy and Aubrette brought up the rear. We moved into the living room area, Sara and I making for the kitchen table. One of the items on the second page of her list was ‘I suck my man off while someone else makes him dinner’, so I positioned myself in one of the wooden chairs and commanded, “Crawl under the table and give me the best slow blowjob you can. Try to time it so I cum in your mouth right after I finish eating.”

Sara was just dropping to her hands and knees, with Aubrette heading to the kitchen to start cooking and Cindy in the edge of my peripheral vision as she placed the tome on a bookshelf, when a sound like a gong echoed through the room. My door flew open, and a Black woman in a set of long robes strode through. I was frozen in shock, Sara continued to crawl under the desk heedless of the intruder, and Aubrette whirled to face her.

Cindy sprang forward, leaping towards the invader, only for the woman to raise a hand and all but shout a word I didn’t recognize.

Abruptly, I felt as though bands of iron settled around me, holding me immobile. Cindy froze in midair, hovering apparently unsupported, and what I could see of her expression was thunderous Wrath.

I couldn’t open my mouth to speak, and my eyes flitted wildly around the room, eventually landing on the robed intruder. I blinked in surprise - which was about the only motion I could manage - as I realized that I recognized her. Her hair was unbound, forming a poofy afro around her, rather than being tied back as it was the last time I saw her, and the robes were new, but the little narrow frame glasses she wore were the same pair the librarian who first greeted me when I went to look up information on Sidhe some months back. With that clue, I was able to recognize the woman’s face as well, though the last time I saw it, it wasn’t wearing an expression of utter disgust.

When she spoke, her tone was tinged with contempt, none of the professional courtesy she used at the library evident. “You, Mister Jack Puttman, are in trouble. Selling your services was fine, even if you did manage to make enough of a splash that we noticed. You’re trying to keep a low profile, and we don’t begrudge people making a living. Summoning a Sin Demon was dangerous, but so far she hasn’t harmed anyone. Even whatever you did to bind those two Fae women would have been acceptable. They aren’t human, so while I might personally find it highly distasteful, my mandate doesn’t allow me to interfere just because I don’t like something.”

As she spoke, the Black woman walked across the room towards me. My apartment’s door closed behind her, untouched by any visible hands. My eyes tracked her helplessly, unable to do more than follow her. “But this! This is a normal human woman. Not a fairy, not a demon, not a golem or genie, an actual human, and you have bent her will to yours. And that…” She abruptly paused, her head jerking to the side. My eyes followed the motion, and I could instantly see what startled her.

Cindy was moving. It was slow, at first, but the expression of Absolute Wrath on her face spoke of murder in the near future. As the seconds ticked by, I saw first one arm, then the other, forcing its way through whatever magical bonds restrained everyone but the Wizard berating me.

And I knew that’s what she was. The robe, the magic, the way she held herself all fit the exact horror stories my parents had raised me on, warning what would happen if I garnered too much attention. The Black woman, the striking woman who was polite and helpful at the library, the one to whom I had given my home address, was a Wizard.

The woman’s tone suddenly changed when she realized Cindy was on the verge of breaking her spell, and she abruptly rushed towards me. With me seated in the chair, she had to lean down a little to put her lips near my ear. “Ok Mister Puttman, here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to cast a spell that will make you want to do everything you can to keep me safe and happy. I’m not like you, so it’ll only last a day or two. As soon as I do, I’m going to drop the spell holding you and you’re going to order your Sin Demon to stand down.”

I tried to open my mouth to respond, to protest and tell her how unnecessary any of this was, but my jaw couldn’t open to let out words, so all I managed was muffled incoherent yelling.

The wizard glanced over at Cindy, who had gotten one of her legs free enough to kick wildly, and was using that motion to pull at her other leg, and began speaking in swift precise tones. My brain struggled to parse the sounds she was making, the words passing through my ear and hitting some deeper part of my brain well beyond the language center. It only took her a few seconds of recitation - hundreds of times faster than any rituals I knew - but in that time, Cindy managed to get one foot on the floor, using that to push herself forward with only one arm and one leg still restrained.

The wizard finished her spell, and a flash of white light filled my eyes, and for a moment, I was filled with a sense of bliss and joy. My mistress was here, and she had already told me how I could serve her best!

Then the smell of dried herbs filled my nose, and green light flashed through the apartment. Long dormant magic that had slumbered for months triggered as her spell activated a ritual ward I had put in place shortly after Aubrette joined me, one I hadn’t even known succeeded, and the sense of ecstatic servitude fled my mind as quickly as it had filled it.

The magic holding me immobile vanished a heartbeat later. Cindy’s feet hit the carpet and she launched herself forward, just as the Wizard dropped to both knees in front of me with a thump, gazing up at me with adoration and announcing loudly, “Master!”

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I was lying on my back, in bed.

I was naked.

I was fully erect.

Two sets of breasts rubbed along my shaft. One of the sets of breasts was pale white, and massive, with pale areola and faintly pink nipples. The other set was hickory brown, not quite as large though still impressive and capped with dark nipples. Both of them were shiny and slick with quite a bit of lube.

Zarina spoke, her voice sounding happy, if a little confused. “Ok, so remind me why we’re doing this specifically again?” She slid her chest up and down opposite Rose. While she wasn’t as busty as the Puca, her breasts were impressive, easily the second largest pair in the room.

It wasn’t Rose that answered her, though. Cindy’s husky voice rising up behind Zarina. “Master’s seed has a chance at containing the right magical properties to allow you to counter the charm effect you’re under.”

The busty wizard slid her breasts back and forth against Rose’s, my dick trapped between all four breasts in a prison of sliding delightful flesh. “No, I know that. I’m still torn because I don’t want to stop serving my Master ever, but he has commanded and I must obey. I’m asking why Rose and I are specifically giving him a double tit-job.”

Zarina moaned loudly after she spoke. One of Cindy’s hands was sliding back and forth, pumping a textured purple dildo in and out of the woman’s ass while the other danced around her stiff clit to stimulate it.

Sara was behind Rose, giving her much the same treatment. Aubrette was across the room, naked and tied to a chair, while a vibrator buzzed away between her legs. A ring gag held the redhead’s mouth open and drool occasionally dripped down onto her well proportioned tits. Her expression was one of tormented bliss.

Cindy drove the dildo deep into Zarina’s ass, twisting it back and forth and drawing out another moan from the wizard, before answering, “Because it’s hot as fuck to make the wizard who enslaved herself to him give my master a tit job. Now get back to work, fucktoy. I want his seed painting your face before he fucks this big ass of yours. And Rose, this time, try not to lick it all up. Master really is trying to break this spell. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to spoil our efforts so you can keep your newest cuddle buddy.”

I folded my hands behind my head and rested back, letting the two busty women continue to service my cock. Cindy was right, I really was trying to free Zarina. The spell she had used a few weeks ago would have had me serving her for a day. Reflected seven and thirteenfold thrice over by the protective charm I had cast months before, she was bound to me for the next two thousand five hundred years or so instead. We were hoping to end that, but in the meantime, I couldn’t really complain about the results.

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Epilogue

As my apartment front door opened of its own accord, a sound like a gong filling the living room, my immediate thought was that at least this time, nobody in the apartment was naked.

No one was even engaged in any particularly lewd activity, though a very quiet buzzing sound was audible from the small desk Sara had set up. She was studying there, earbuds in, apparently dead to the world outside of her notebooks and laptop, the only one of us who didn’t react.

It was just after dinner, and Cindy and Aubrette had joined me on the couch. Rose was in the other room sewing, and Zarina was waiting on the last of the microwave popcorn to finish popping.

A tall Black man stood in the door of my apartment. He was dressed in fine brown robes with delicate green and gold embroidery, and carried a staff as tall as he was. Despite the stereotype, he wore no hat, and his bald head shone in the light of my apartment. I had difficulty placing his age - though obviously my senior, his posture was unbowed, his skin unblemished, and with no hair visible I had no way to know if he was graying or not. My first guess was that he was in his mid-fifties, but if you told me I was off by twenty years in either direction it wouldn’t have been a surprise.

For several long moments, no one moved. The uninvited guest took the time to look over each of us in turn, stone-faced and expressionless. Just as his gaze swept over Zarina, Rose appeared in the doorway, but then halted.

It was my surprisingly bubbly goth Puca’s voice that broke the silence. Never shy, the curvaceous woman gestured with a half-finished corset and asked, “Hi, who’s this? Friend of yours, Zarina?”

My eyes flickered towards the wizard still captured by the reflected spell she had tried to use to secure my cooperation, but it was the invader who answered. His voice was quiet, deep, and powerful, and he had an obvious African accent, though uncultured as I am, I had no guess as to which part of the massive continent. “Her grandfather, actually. I received my granddaughter’s report on what transpired, and came to verify it for myself.”

I swallowed, suddenly doubly glad that none of us had been up to anything less than honorable. If the man had arrived an hour earlier… or, to be totally honest, an hour later, it’s entirely possible the reception he got would not have been as innocent.

He walked into the apartment, the door swinging closed behind him without obvious cause. Cindy began tensing beside me, and the wizard directed his gaze at her in response. “Peace, demon. Zarina told me that what happened was her own error, and that despite being the beneficiary, your Master has been working to reverse it. I had to verify that myself, but it takes little effort to see that the traces of magic hooked into the girl’s mind are her own. You have no cause to fear.”

The man’s legs were long, and by the time he finished speaking, he was standing before Zarina. As he looked into her eyes, his stony expression broke and a sad smile touched his lips. “Granddaughter, what did you do to yourself?”

Zarina smiled up at him. Unlike her grandfather, the wizard - and part time librarian - had no trace of anything but pure midland America in her accent. “I tried to enchant a man I thought was abusing people. I was wrong, and I paid the price. Grandfather, please, don’t hold Jack accountable for my own mistake. You can see it yourself - my magic is now tangled up with his. At Jack’s insistence, I have been attempting to unravel that connection, but trying to just sever or dispel it will likely hurt one or both of us.”

She paused there, for just a moment, before adding, “Besides, it’s not like I’m unhappy. It’s not even like I’ve been derelict in my duties.” She shot a glare in my direction, muttering just loud enough for me to hear, “Not like he’s let me.” I rolled my eyes at that. Zarina had been insisting that she could keep me safest and happiest by my side. Twenty-four by seven. It had been a topic of conversation more than once.

Her grandfather nodded his head slowly. “No, that is true. That is the other reason I am in the United States, however. An impundulu has been reported in northern Tennessee. The guardian there attempted to engage it, but failed to capture the creature. That may simply mean that he failed, but it may also mean there is a witch who has bound the impundulu as a familiar. You must be cautious, and also be ready to respond to a call to action.”

I watched the interplay between the two with rapt fascination. Zarina had started to tell me about the society she and her family belonged to, but there was still so much more to learn. I began to slowly rise from the couch, only for Zarina’s grandfather to address me without so much as turning his head. “Do not interrupt your evening further on my account, Jack Puttman. I have verified that the tale Zarina gave me is the truth. She is unharmed, and to attempt to remove her from here would be likely to harm her.”

He spun, abruptly turning towards the exit. As he began walking, he added, “See that I do not have cause to take that risk, Jack Puttman.” I swallowed, the sudden coolness in the man’s rich voice sending a chill down my spine. I only managed to speak when he was just arriving at the door, “I’m doing everything I can, sir.”

He paused, nodded once without turning to face me. The door opened before him without his touching the handle, then closed behind him the same way a moment later.

Everyone in the room let out a collective breath. I glanced over at Cindy, only to see the Sin Demon’s eyes boring a hole in the door. I reached a hand over to squeeze her shoulder gently, then turned towards Zarina. “So, your grandfather…”

She nodded, opening the microwave to pull out the bag, then turning to walk towards me. “Amari. Or… Wizard Malle is how you should probably address him. One of the most powerful wizards I have ever met, or even heard of.”

I swallowed hard. Zarina had not yet mentioned this member of her family. “He seems… like a lot.”

The pretty Black wizard laughed at that, seating herself next to me and forcing Aubrette to scoot over to make room. “That he is. You’re still alive, which probably means you’re ok. I’m surprised he made this trip himself. He rarely leaves Africa.”

Cindy finally broke herself out of whatever Wrathful trance she had gone into, commenting idly, “I am glad I did not have to fight him. That would have been difficult to manage without the rest of you getting hurt. I am also pleased that it was a relative of yours, Zarina, and not the vampires.”

That got another blink from me, as I stared at the Sin Demon in incomprehension. “The… vampires?”

The small blonde nodded at the question, clarifying, “The ones related to the one who attempted to feed on Aubrette on Halloween. I had to dispatch her while Rose was challenging you. I have been wondering if the local clan would attempt to retaliate. It has been some months since that occurred, but vampires are known to possess both cunning and patience.”

I opened my mouth to respond, then closed it once more. Then I tried again, only to fail again. By the third time, I managed to respond, “Oh.”

A few more moments passed as I tried to process that information, but then Zarina finally opened the bag of steaming popcorn and shook it gently in front of my face. As the scent of deliciously artificial butter filled my nose, I decided that would have to be a problem for future me.