Things came to a head at a dinner party.

Aubrette’s efforts had come to fruition. Thanks not only to the Sidhe, but also Trudy and Zarina, I had woken up one morning and been excitedly informed that I was now a somewhat wealthy man.

At least in theory.

In practice, while my finances were well improved and I would have access to more spending money than before, realistically I would need to keep working. Properties like the one Zarina and Aubrette wanted—the former for the grounds on which to place her wards, the latter for her insistence that her Liege deserved a house befitting his station—weren’t cheap. They had upkeep and taxes which would need to be paid, and while some of that would be offset by the investments Trudy had made with Aubrette’s input, it wasn’t likely to be enough to live on without the additional income my services could bring.

It wasn’t as though I was actually going to wind up buying a grand old English manor that would require a staff of scullery maids to keep it tidy, anyway, no matter what the Sidhe might have suggested. The fact that she’d been wearing a worryingly serious expression at the time was probably irrelevant, because I was pretty sure there weren’t any grand manors in the area that were on the market in the first place.

I had done my best to nod along at the appropriate moments even though I went through a bit of an existential crisis as Aubrette explained what all the shockingly large numbers on the piece of paper she’d handed me represented.

Then Cindy found a way to bring me back to the present day by crawling between my legs and whispering lewd promises to my dick until the sheer absurdity of it finally caught my attention.

I hadn’t even felt guilty when I’d wound up grabbing her by the hair and slamming her face down over my cock. The Sin Demon had been wildly enthusiastic about having me fuck her throat, and after swallowing my cum, she’d crawled up onto my lap to whisper hotly in my ear and ask when I was going to do it again.

To celebrate my newfound wealth I’d decided to throw a party. The occasion called for a fancy dinner somewhere nice, drinks, and maybe dancing after. That dancing might need to be at home, given some of the dancers in question, but I was prepared to be flexible on the topic.

Aubrette had budgeted out some cash for actual event planning and we’d gone out for a bit of retail celebration. Part of that had involved several gorgeous women modeling in brand new dresses for me, and I discovered that waiting outside a changing room was a lot less tedious when I knew there was not only an insatiable blonde but also a well built redhead in the stalls, and that they were squeezing themselves into something slinky and exciting for my benefit.

In a way, the whole experience felt very Hollywood, and I wasn’t sure if that was because it seemed like something from a movie or because of the reputation The City of Angels had for dramatic over-indulgence.

Maybe both.

For some reason the thought actually helped me to accept reality.

It had called to mind a conversation I’d had with Cindy in the months prior to Aubrette’s arrival, when it had just been the two of us. The little demon had spent some time explaining her understanding and perspective on the Sin that was her very nature.

From Cindy’s perspective, Sin was necessary for mankind. Without Sin to drive us out of stasis, without the impulse to improve things for ourselves, humanity never would have achieved our current global spread. Sin might not be a particularly altruistic motivator, but it has ever been a powerful one, and many of our accomplishments had been driven by inherently self-serving goals.

On the one hand, I wasn't ready to blow through my money like a Hollywood star off my first big break. I’d heard that most big lottery winners wound up squandering their money within a few years, and I didn’t want to wake up five years down the road and find out that I had lost every penny.

On the other hand, Cindy was right—I deserved to do some things that made me happy. Celebrating my good luck was a good idea. I had more than one financial advisor who was going to help keep my spending in check, so I didn’t need to listen to the voice in the back of my head that tried its hardest to convince me to hoard every dollar in case I wasn’t able to keep my business going the way I had.

If that voice had its way—if I completely ignored the lure of Sin—I’d never be able to enjoy the good fortune that had come my way.

I asked Aubrette to set a budget for a party and make whatever plans felt appropriate to a celebration, and then made a point of not asking about the exact cost of anything. Even when she went as far as renting a party bus for the night.

The surprisingly well-stocked bar inside seemed more than a little extravagant, but once everyone piled inside and started drinking and chatting I managed to just relax and enjoy myself in the company of several gorgeous women, and the evening’s festivities got off to a relatively auspicious start.

The Sidhe had booked us a couple of rooms at a small event center and arranged for a catered dinner rather than trying to book a private room at a restaurant. It meant our menu had been set ahead of time, and while we wouldn’t be able to order food based on our mood that evening, there had been very few restrictions on the kinds of food we could request beforehand.

A good portion of the conversation on the drive over had revolved around dishes we were excited to try, and I got to watch Tzila’s face light up with joy as she described a dish she hadn’t had in centuries—some kind of Moroccan chicken—without even a hint of the cold shoulder she’d been showing me since she’d arrived.

The Jinn continued to get along well with everyone in the house, except for me. She remained cordial and polite, and had even been reasonably good-natured about the idea of a party, and my Gift had insisted that her behavior was a good thing. I couldn’t quite see how, though, and the fact that she appeared to get along with the rest of the household while probably hating me had me questioning my own interpretation of my augury.

Tzila had seemed a little excited about the idea of dancing, though, and she wore a smile for the entire ride to the dinner, so I was prepared to accept that maybe she just felt some tension because of the power I held over her, and maybe if I gave her long enough she’d get over it. I still had no intention of actually abusing that power if I could avoid it, and while I didn’t expect her to forget that the power imbalance was there, maybe with enough time we’d learn to overcome it.

* * *

The dinner Aubrette arranged was incredible.

I have no idea how she found the catering company that she’d booked, but their service was immaculate and the food was incredible. We’d been escorted into a room already laid out for our use, with plentiful hors d'oeuvres on silver platters and a well-stocked bar, then informed that entrées would be delivered in an hour.

Then we were left to our own devices without any of the caterers or venue staff hanging around in the room to watch our behavior, leaving us free to relax and enjoy ourselves with the drinks and food.

Rose almost immediately attached herself to the bar. The Puca declared herself the ‘marquess bartender of the evening’ and backed it up by spinning a bottle on the palm of each of her hands in a shocking display of dexterity, that she followed by grabbing a tumbler and starting to mix some drinks.

The sound system in the room had been set to play a decent list of danceable tunes, and we had access to the volume controls if we wanted to turn it down enough to actually talk. There wasn’t exactly a dance floor, but a corner of the room had been left open. No one headed in that direction immediately, but as I watched Rose hand out one fruity blue drink after another I figured it was only a matter of time.

To start, though, we spread out across the room to sample the spread of fantastic food, enjoy some conversation, and show off how good we all looked in our brand new outfits. The tuxedo I wore felt surprisingly good on my magically enlarged frame. My physique had taken a turn towards ‘cut and athletic’ thanks to Cindy’s magic, and with the black and white suit on I felt ready to start a career as an action hero—or maybe a British spy.

Cindy had gone with a classic and was rocking a little black dress that leaned on the word ‘little’—the hemline barely passed her narrow hips, and revealed a dangerous amount of her slender thighs.

Aubrette looked regal in glossy forest green satin, while Zarina wore red that hugged her curves. The former looked, admittedly, just a little stressed about ensuring everything was going smoothly, but the latter was doing a good job of pointing out the smiles on everyone’s faces. She herself was obviously having a good time, and while the concoction Rose had mixed for her was green instead of blue, I was pretty sure it was no less potent.

The Puca had stuck with her preferred Gothic approach, but had introduced me to an aesthetic that she referred to as ‘Gothic Lolita.’ The outfit she wore included a corset that further exaggerated her curves. I wasn’t entirely sure that she hadn’t actually tapped into her Glamour to fit into it, but it went incredibly well with the rest of her attire.

Everything she wore was layered, frilly skirt after frilly skirt, lace after lace, and all of it was black. She looked like the nineteen-eighties Goth scene had decided to invade Victorian England by way of fashion.

As interpreted by Japan.

Which, it turned out, was exactly what she was going for.

The devious look on her face told me that she knew she could keep things lively if she mixed the drinks right, and it took less than fifteen minutes before she had us playing party games while we chowed down on finger food and appetizers after a second—or in some cases third—round of drinks.

We started off with a classic—Never-Have-I-Ever—and stuck with it for much longer than I expected. Not that I didn’t enjoy the game the last time I’d played, but the explanations everyone had to share when we quizzed them about their answers lead to some of the most entertaining stories I’d ever heard.

Not only were Sara and I the only ones at the table who had never stolen a goat, but the circumstances that lead to the thefts were wildly different and complicated, and all of them required at least a little exposition just to understand what was going on.

Aubrette had needed several minutes just to give us the basic backgrounds that had led to the feud of the people involved, the location, and the goat. The actual tale of the theft carried us halfway to dinner, at which point Tzila chimed in with her own tale. Hers needed to start with a quick history lesson, though, because it happened about two millennia ago somewhere in China.

Despite the need to add context, the tale was genuinely entertaining. Tzila had a great storytelling style that kept everyone engaged by adding just the right amount of detail at relevant moments to make sure we were able to follow along without adding too much unnecessary context and fluff.

The Jinn was a fascinating treasure trove of knowledge, but her perspective was strangely distorted by the lens through which she’d been forced to view time. I learned that she was older than me by thousands of years, but she had only experienced a fraction of it herself. It still accounted for hundreds of years of life, but they’d been spent scattered across the globe, in dozens of different cultures, across a nearly random set of slices of time.

She sometimes didn’t learn what happened to her former Masters. More than once, she’d been dismissed to the ring, where time passed for her in the blink of an eye as though asleep, and then summoned again a heartbeat later to a face she’d never seen, fifty years and hundreds of miles away.

It had made it challenging to make real friends even among the previous bearers of the ring that she had liked, which did go a long way towards explaining her reticence to relax, though I was still pretty sure there was more to it than that alone.

And, in the times when she was awake, she had ultimately accumulated a massive collection of stories. She was still explaining the final outcome of her theft of the goat when our entrées were delivered. As she concluded her story we gathered around the table to take our seats and enjoy our meals.

Once we were done with the exquisite dinner, we changed games. Cindy had picked it from a printout Aubrette brought along just in case we needed inspiration, and looked gleeful about something as she read out the rules.

The rules for Two Truths And A Lie were relatively simple. We’d start a round by picking someone at random. That person would pick someone else, and the second person needed to make three statements. Two of them had to be genuinely true, and one of them had to be technically false, although the rules were a little non-specific about how technical you needed to be.

The first person then guessed which statement was false. If they got it wrong, the liar became the guesser and picked someone else. If they got it right, they won a forfeit—the printout suggested the liar took a drink, but added that you could get creative if you wanted to spice things up.

I had to shoot down the first three of Cindy’s spiced-up suggestions for the forfeit, but we all ultimately agreed that if the liar was caught out, they would answer any one question the guesser asked, honestly.

It was still going to wind up getting lewd, but at least this way the Sin Demon wouldn’t have an excuse to strip anyone else naked before dessert got here.

Rose mixed up a fresh round of drinks and we got into the game with a warm glow of liquor and good company, accompanied by a surprisingly decent playlist of music in the background.

* * *

The first time around the table set the tone and helped get everyone warmed up. It was easy to think of minor lies to tell about myself, the challenge was in picking the truths that accompanied them. The trick was to pick out things about yourself that the guesser didn’t know, but which sounded plausible, so you could invent a third thing that didn’t stand out in comparison.

For example, when I presented my three statements, Rose was able to use the facts she already knew about me—that even as a teen, I’d wanted to use magic to make a living rather than following a more ‘traditional’ path—to correctly surmise that my grades in high school had been terrible. Of the remaining two choices, though, she believed that it was less likely for me to never have eaten an oyster than to have had my first kiss with a girl when I was seven.

She guessed the oyster, and I got to explain to her that I’d kissed one of my childhood friends, Sharon, when I was four. My parents never let me live it down, since they’d wandered in while we were kissing, and thought it was adorable.

Then it was the Puca’s turn as the liar and she chose Zarina as the guesser. The choice might not have been the best one, though, because the wizard only had to deliberate for a few moments before accurately assessing that Rose’s claims that she had once managed to burn water and had taken up sewing because she was tired of shopping for bras were both accurate, while her statement that her first prank was played on a boy she liked was false.

“I’ve seen you in the kitchen, Rose, there’s a reason we ask Aubrette to conjure food instead of letting you cook. In contrast, in order for your first prank to have been on a boy you liked, you would’ve needed to start playing pranks sometime after you started liking boys, and I don’t think I can believe that to have been the case.”

The intricately dressed fairy hadn’t been terribly upset to have been caught out, though, which made me wonder if she was secretly plotting something. She had chosen Zarina, one of the most clever and insightful people at the table, as her first guesser, and I had a sneaking suspicion that was a deliberate choice made to convince future guessers that she was easy to see through.

The question Zarina asked wasn’t even especially embarrassing, and Rose might have been banking on the wizard’s generally sweet and respectful nature in her schemes. “I wasn’t there on Halloween night last year. If Jack hadn’t been wearing Sidhe silver, and you had managed to exhaust him with your ride that evening, what would you have done?”

“Oh, that one’s easy!” The Puca was, as far as I could tell, basically shameless, so I didn’t even think she was trying to avoid answering questions—she just liked the nature of the competition and really wanted to win.

“I’d already decided to take him for another ride, if you know what I mean. I’d seen the way he was staring at the girls-“ a gesture towards her massive rack let me know that it wasn’t the other women in the club she was referring to, “-so I figured he wouldn’t be too upset. My original plan was to use the ride to get him away from the two hangers on so I’d have him to myself. Not that I was opposed to them joining in, per se, but I was in the mood for sausage, not oysters, on that particular occasion.”

That brought a round of laughter that we could all join in on, and things moved quickly from there.

The caterers had told us that they’d be back in ninety minutes after they delivered our main courses, and by the time we had each taken our first turns as the liar they were due back any second.

Rose had kept the drinks flowing—with a professional chauffeur we didn’t have to worry about designated drivers—so both the statements the liars had made, and the questions the guessers had asked, had been getting progressively more outrageous as the game progressed.

It helped that most of the people at the table had some genuinely unbelievable life stories to draw on. It wasn’t hard to conceal a believable lie when the truth you were comparing it to involved a field full of centaurs in the middle of a fertility ritual.

That one had been in Zarina’s second set of statements, and her apprentice had failed to correctly intuit that it was actually entirely true.

“No, I don’t think my father had any idea it was going to go on. We were supposed to be meeting with the herd to discuss the details of a treaty that had been put in place a few hundred years before, but he’d been so worried that the calendar they were using didn’t match up to ours perfectly that we arrived three days early just to be safe. From the look on his face, the field full of surprisingly busty centaur mares running around topless didn’t exactly bother him but he didn’t want his sixteen year old baby girl to see quite that much horse cock.”

I had nearly snorted out my drink at that announcement, and Rose let out a guffaw that they probably heard in the next room over at the wistful look on Zarina’s face as she added, “Educational, though…”

The trouble started when Tzila chose Cindy as her guesser.

The Jinn had successfully guessed that of Sara’s three statements—that her first crush was a member of a boy band, that her first date had involved her padding her bra, and that she had wanted to be a princess growing up, the one about the boy band had been the lie.

“It is hardly a stretch to imagine you wishing to be a princess, Miss Sara, and while I do not believe you would feel the need to augment your assets today, young women are not always confident in their physiques. Given what you have previously told me about your view of musicians, however, I believe your first crush to have been someone else.”

Sara had sighed wistfully and spent about a minute waxing poetic about Rogue from the X-Men cartoon before she wrapped up, “-that accent, that streak in her hair, the romantic tragedy of never being allowed to touch the ones she loved, it just- mmm! She did it for me.”

Tzila had spent her question asking the new apprentice wizard why she had initially chosen to request that I demonstrate my magic on her by bending her to my will. I realized that the topic hadn’t ever come up before, so while the ring-bound woman had been informed that Sara was submitting to my rituals entirely voluntarily, the details of how that got started were new to her.

Sara’s re-telling of her request to be occasionally magically bound to me got pretty raunchy, though, and that led to Zarina explaining how she had detected the magic and showed up ready to put a stop to my wicked ways, only to wind up charming herself when her spell rebounded off of me instead. The Jinn was still staring off into space with a contemplative expression on her face when Cindy prompted her to pick a guesser.

The Sin Demon hadn’t had a turn in the round yet, so she was the one Tzila chose. She contemplated for a moment before finally proclaiming, “My favorite sweet is Makroudh El Louse. The finest entertainment I have seen was a production of The Arcadians. I have never ridden a horse.”

Cindy sounded absolutely certain as she responded without even a hint of hesitation, “The second statement is the lie.”

The look of surprise on the Jinn’s face told me that the answer was correct, and when she shot a quizzical look towards the Sin Demon, the latter was quick to explain. “The horse one is almost believable, since you can fly and wouldn’t have had any reason to ride on your own, but you mentioned a former Master a week ago and spent some time complaining about his fondness for horses. While you implied that you spent some time atop the ‘sweaty beasts’ yourself, you never actually said it outright. I have had Makroudh El Louse myself, and they are well worthy of the Gluttony they can inspire. That left the question of whether or not The Arcadians could be your favorite performance, and since I saw the look on your face when Rose chose Secretary for our movie night last week, even if the play was your favorite at one time I do not believe that it is now.”

Tzila’s brow furrowed in consternation. She rather primly corrected, “You guessed the lie but not the truth of it. The troupe who performed The Arcadians was the subject of a Bargain with Mistress Janssens thanks to their director and as a result I was able to observe several of their performances. While I enjoyed watching the woman who played Sombra in The Arcadians, she was far more compelling as Katherina Minola and her portrayal remains my favorite performance to this day.”

Cindy waved off the correction with a dismissive gesture, only to be overtaken by a look of wicked glee. “Excellent. Then for my question, I will ask you this: what was the nature of the sexual fantasy to which you most recently masturbated to orgasm, and how did you get yourself off when you explored it?”

I was pretty sure that was two questions, and I had no desire to force the Jinn to answer either of them. There had been more than one raunchy tale shared already, but I didn’t think Tzila was especially keen to join in.

Before I was able to raise my voice to try to reign in the Sinful demon’s question, though, the answer was already tumbling past the Jinn’s lips.

“It was in the room I have claimed in the rear apartment. I had budgeted an extra fifteen minutes into the time I needed to get ready, and when my mind began to wander I decided to take advantage of it.”

Tzila had a pretty good storyteller’s cadence to her voice, and I found myself drawn in by her words.

“I lay on my back on the bed and hiked my skirt up above my hips so I could touch myself, and given the nature of my idle musings I was unsurprised to discover myself already slick and ready. As I began to play with my cunt, my idle musings turned to full fledged fantasies.”

The Jinn continued staring straight at Cindy, even as all eyes in the room focused on her face.

“In my mind’s eye I saw Jack grow frustrated with my continued impertinence until he finally overcame his reticence and decided to make use of the power he holds over me. I spent the next few minutes teasing my pussy as I envisioned some increasingly inventive ways he might force me to humiliate myself, starting with being commanded to beg for the privilege of servicing my Master, only for the sadistic asshole to feign disinterest and order me to demonstrate the sincere nature of my need.”

Tzila finally broke her gaze away from the Sin Demon who had raised the question and turned it on me. The look on her face had been surprisingly bland, given the nature of her tale, but when she switched her attention to me it was anything but.

I wasn’t sure if the expression she wore was anger, hatred, or desperation. Her glowing electrum irises locked onto my face and refused to let go, even as she continued in excruciating detail.

“My fantasy became somewhat less coherent then, as my arousal grew. I moved from teasing myself to rubbing circles over my clit in increasing desperation as I thought about the humiliations I might be forced to endure—in my head, one moment I was forced to pleasure every member of my Master’s harem with my tongue for the privilege of being allowed to use my mouth to clean his organ after he used me. The next saw me naked, forbidden clothing entirely so Jack could make free use of any part of my body whenever the whim struck him.”

Despite myself, I found myself shifting in my seat as my pants grew tight.

“My orgasm approached swiftly at that point, and I began to imagine being forced to beg my Master to defile my royal womb with his mortal seed. When I reached orgasm, it was to the image of him granting that request.”

I had complicated feelings about the fact that an attractive woman had just described, in lurid and descriptive detail, playing with herself to a fantasy of me degrading and humiliating her, while she all but hate-fucked me with her eyes.

Unfortunately, I didn’t get the chance to explore them in peace.

“Woooo! Hell yeah, sister, get it!” Just as Cindy yelled out a somewhat tasteless response, the doors to the room burst open so that several of the caterers could pour in. The lead woman paused just a few paces later, but only for long enough to use a long lighter to ignite the contents of the pan she held in her other hand.

When we were placing our orders, I had mentioned that I remembered seeing other people in restaurants getting brought dishes and desserts that were on fire, but I’d never experienced it myself, and the head caterer—the same pleasantly plump blonde woman approaching now, in fact—had suggested bananas foster as a dessert.

As much as I wanted to keep my attention on the Jinn across the table, it was hard to focus on her as a pan full of flaming bananas approached my face.

I did my best to be appropriately receptive to the showy presentation, and the intense smell of burning rum and sugar from the flambé made for an exciting show. By the time the alcohol had cooled off and the flames died down, Tzila was seated next to Rose with a fresh drink in her hand as she chatted amicably with the Puca.

As though she sensed my eyes on her, she shot me an absolutely viperous glare and I reeled back in surprise, then felt even more confused when the Jinn went right back to her conversation without pause.

The whole scene felt surreal. I had questioned my sanity more than once since Cindy arrived in my life, but this might have been a new extreme.

Eventually, the siren allure of butter and sugar melted over bananas and ice cream managed to pull me back into the moment. I dug in with a spoon and entered some kind of fugue state, because the next thing I knew I was scraping the last of the sauce from the bottom of the plate.

* * *

Despite the potential hiccup, the party actually proceeded pretty much according to Aubrette’s plan. Drinks continued to flow, there was some dancing at the event hall, but eventually Cindy decided that we needed to ‘go make everyone Envious’ and we somewhat unsteadily made our way towards the waiting bus.

While I now knew that the nightclub where I’d met Rose was a prowling ground for Cherto’s vampires, we had a peace treaty in place. Apparently that meant something like VIP treatment there, because when we pulled up, rather than waiting in line we were ushered inside immediately. It had been a short enough drive that things hadn’t had time to get especially rowdy on the ride over, but from Cindy’s increasingly excited antics, I wasn’t certain that the trip home would be quite so tame.

I think Cindy was topped up on Envy just from the looks of the people waiting in line as I marched past them surrounded by the six hottest women in the city.

The next few hours passed in a blur of drinking, dancing, and a Sin Demon who was getting increasingly handsy—and not just with me. First Rose, then Zarina, and finally Sara wound up dancing with the blonde in front of me, but I had to tell her to tone it down when the latter pair wound up tongue-deep in each other’s mouths as they all but auditioned for a threesome with me.

Several drinks and some of my own dancing later, I changed my mind and started searching the two of them out again. The interior of the club was packed, and while we were mostly still in a loose cluster in one corner of the dance floor, it still took about thirty minutes to shepherd the group back towards the party bus. The cool air outside the club felt incredible after the heat of the press of bodies inside, then Sara stumbled into me and a few moments later I had her wrapped in my arms as I tasted her incredible lips.

Aubrette guided the two of us towards the door to our ride, and I wound up seated just inside the bus with Sara and Cindy flanking me. The two were lip to lip as they leaned over my body, and I rested one hand on each of their backs as everyone else filed on so we could head out.

Last to enter was Tzila. She’d participated in the dancing to an extent, but she’d never strayed far from the group. I had also noticed that she rarely had her hands empty, and when she climbed up into the bus and plopped down across from me, her motions were slightly unsteady.

When Sara finally broke her lips from the Sin Demon’s and the two started to slide my shirt up my chest so they could expose the skin and start to kiss their way up my body, the Jinn suddenly blinked in surprise and stared at me as though she had only just realized that I was there.

Cindy’s nimble fingers began to undo the buttons on my shirt, one after another, and soon I had two sets of lips on my skin as she and Sara kissed along my exposed chest. It made me feel cocky—or perhaps Prideful—and the fact that Tzila was staring at me open-mouthed from no more than five feet away prompted me to action.

I put on my best, most confident smile and asked, “Hey- that thing you said earlier-”

“Absolutely not.”

Tzila didn’t even wait for me to finish a full sentence before interrupting me.

Cindy and Sara weren’t deterred by the denial. The two kept switching back and forth from kissing my chest to each other, and while it made for slow progress, I wasn’t about to complain.

I couldn’t even bring myself to remove the hand that was creeping into my lap. I wasn’t sure whose it was, and my pants remained fastened shut, but fingers wrapped around my shaft through the fabric and I let out a soft moan of approval.

The Jinn was still staring at me and I couldn’t help but ask, “OK- I just- you said you were waiting on me to force the issue, and if you want something-“

This time when I stopped talking, it was because Sara was trying to work her tongue into my mouth. I kissed her back, and Tzila took advantage of the interruption to speak.

“I do not want something. I do not want you to do those things I said. I will never ask you to do so. The thought is unimaginable, and I think I would rather die.” Her tone started icy, but anger and frustration bubbled up as she spoke.

She didn’t tear her eyes away from where Cindy had started to unzip my fly, though, and as the demon’s multicolored hair began to lower into my lap I managed to break free of Sara’s mouth to ask, “Then why did you answer-“

“Because you ordered me to tell the truth! You commanded me to be honest the first day we met, Jack, and have never rescinded it. No matter how much I might have wanted to lie about it, you forced me to reveal the truth. No matter how much I hated it!” The Jinn was yelling now, and the sound drew everyone else’s attention. Almost everyone else, at least.

Only Cindy ignored her, in favor of a much closer prize.

“I hate you, Jack! I hate the things I feel about you! I hate the fact that I can’t stop thinking about your- you- your filthy human cock.”

The fact that my erection broke into view as my bound demon fished it free of my fly might have been a coincidence, but I wouldn’t have put any money on it. Cindy had kept up with everyone else drink for drink, but the Sin Demon didn’t experience intoxication the way the rest of us did, so I knew she was stone-cold sober.

Tzila was still building steam, though. “I don’t want you to make me beg. I don’t want you to use me. I don’t want to do what she-“ I felt hot lips wrap around the head of my erection, my focus was fixed on the burning golden eyes that stared at me with wild desperation. “-is doing, no matter what the thought of it does to my loins. I don’t-“

Several of the windows on the bus had been left open for the drive home. The evening was cool, but after hours indoors it had been a pleasant change.

As Tzila continued to shout, her form grew less cohesive. Her fair skin shifted briefly to a shade of sky-blue as she finished, “I do not want the things I want, Jack, and I don’t want you!”

The conclusion came out in a shout as the Jinn exploded into smoke. She swirled into a cloud, then spiraled out of the window of the bus into the night until a moment later she was gone completely.

My eyes swept across the bus in disbelief, and I took in a variety of baffled expressions. No one seemed to know how to respond—except for Cindy, who, undeterred, started to slide her mouth down, slowly but surely, until she had engulfed the full length of my dick.