When Tzila didn’t make an appearance at breakfast the morning after the party, I figured she needed some time to herself.

Sara, Zarina and I were all suffering from mild to moderate hangovers that morning. Aubrette and Rose, despite drinking at least as heavily as we mortals, got to enjoy the perks of their Fae nature and suffered only mild aches and pains. I took advantage of that freely by having them arrange for coffee and breakfast for everyone, and at nine am we scattered across the kitchen and living room with donuts and various mugs and cups in hand, and I bit into something filled with lemon jelly with a vengeance.

I chewed savagely for a few moments, then swallowed, and announced to the room, “I don’t know what the fuck to do about Tzila.”

Her behavior was, honestly, maddening. I wanted to do right by her—she was a victim of literal centuries of imprisonment and forced magical slavery—but she had made it extremely clear that while she could behave herself and even get along just fine as a member of my house, she wanted nothing to do with me, personally.

I could even understand her apparent hatred, if I thought about things from her perspective. If I’d been the one forced to perform like some kind of trained animal, only to get shoved back in a cage when I was done, I probably wouldn’t be able to be even as civil as she generally was, even if the person holding my leash was doing their best to treat me reasonably well.

What I couldn’t deal with was whatever the fuck had gone on last night.

“I wish you the best of luck with figuring that out, but I need to get back to my office for a while.” Sara put action to words and spread a few kisses around the room as she made her way out the front door.

“Do you feel that you need to do something about Tzila, Master?” Zarina was using a knife and fork to eat her donut, and as much as I wanted to make fun of her for it, I couldn’t summon the energy.

“I mean- yes?” I intended it to come out as a statement, but could tell as soon as I finished that I sounded uncertain and would need to elaborate. “She’s not happy here, clearly. I thought she was doing OK, but her behavior was not that of a content and well balanced woman. Like- I don’t think that merits being banished to her ring all the time and I don’t want to just give her away like some kind of trinket to be passed around, but-”

“-but she threatens to poison the harmony of your house in an unacceptable way.” Aubrette’s tone held no malice, but she very elegantly spelled out the point I’d been struggling to phrase.

I pointed at her to indicate my agreement. “That.” Then, because I was in the company of several intelligent and capable women I followed up the point by asking, “So what do I do about it? Until last night, I thought she was starting to fit in pretty well, but that…”

I trailed off and shook my head. Then I took another big bite of my donut and chewed slowly in contemplation.

Zarina gestured with her fork as she swallowed, and stated, “Master, I do have an alternative, if you wish to consider it.”

The wizard was not a woman who lacked confidence, in herself or her ideas, so the hesitance in her tone caused me to sit up and pay attention. I didn’t think she’d suggest a plan that she thought would fail, which made me guess that her hesitation was less about its chances of success and more how I’d react.

I nodded anyway. “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to hear your answer.”

Zarina’s slightly bloodshot eyes met mine for a moment, before she lowered them for a significant glance at the silver ring I still wore. “You could give Tzila’s ring to Wizard Malle. My grandfather.”

The answer sat in my stomach like a lump of frozen lead.

I knew that she was right. I’d only met the man once, but everything I had seen and heard about Amari Malle told me that he could almost certainly be trusted to responsibly handle the recalcitrant Jinn. Sure, he was more than a little set in his ways, and Zarina’s description of her meetings and lessons with him painted a picture of a rather cold and ruthless man, but his personal power was sufficiently vast that he wouldn’t feel obligated to exploit Tzila for his own gain. Especially if his granddaughter asked him to treat her well.

My head throbbed, and I chased down a mouthful of donut with some coffee. I’d popped a couple of Advil first thing in the morning, but they hadn’t really started to kick in.

A sigh escaped my lips and I shrugged. “That could work. Do you think-” I trailed off as I tried to find the best way to phrase the question. I didn’t want to insult Zarina’s grandfather, but it was also important to get a truthful and realistic answer. “Do you think he would be willing to actually put in a good faith effort to free her?”

Given the things Tzila had told me about her long-term goals, the question was a loaded one. The idea of a new dynasty of Jinn didn’t sound realistic to me, but that didn’t mean Amari would see things the same way, and if he thought it would be to mankind’s detriment I doubted he would be willing to put any effort into breaking the bonds that tethered her to the ring.

Thankfully, Zarina didn’t show any signs of offense. She cut off another chunk of donut and impaled it on her fork, then waved it slowly back and forth in the air as she talked. “If my grandfather agrees to put effort into breaking Tzila free of her binding, he will do so faithfully. However, even assuming he is willing to acquiesce to that requirement, it is unlikely he will do so without cost.”

The wizard spoke slowly and carefully, with obvious thought put into her words. Given the assured way she normally talked, it drew all the more attention to the fact that she was taking the question seriously and doing her best to give me a complete and realistic answer.

I nodded. Even having heard several of his granddaughter’s stories, I couldn’t claim to truly know Amari. I had to assume that a wizard like him didn’t accumulate the kind of vast power he could wield by sitting around collecting bottle caps—it was clear to me that the man was a potent force on the side of humanity, so I could hardly begrudge him for taking steps to make sure he didn’t waste his time on a project that ran counter to his interests. That also meant that I couldn’t just hand him Tzila’s ring and hope for the best, though, since I felt like it was my responsibility to give her the best outcome I could manage.

There was still the matter of my Gift, too. After Tzila’s behavior last night, I was ready to assume that my inherent magic just didn’t work when it concerned her. Even as the Jinn had fled out the window of a moving bus, the reading I got remained a deep consistent blue.

“Do you know what your grandfather might want in exchange for making that agreement?” As soon as I finished speaking, I took a sip of coffee and swirled it around my mouth. Between that and the donuts most of the funky taste at the back of my throat from the previous night’s festivities was starting to fade. My head still throbbed, but food and caffeine conspired to allow me to feel human again.

“If I had to guess, he would expect her to serve him faithfully and voluntarily for the remaining duration of her imprisonment.” Again, Zarina’s words were slow and deliberate, but when she finished the sentence, she paused only briefly before adding at a more normal pace, “He’s done that kind of thing before—traded service for service—and as far as I’m aware, it’s generally worked out pretty well. He would of course expect Tzila to assist him in his efforts to safeguard mankind and my family in particular, but I don’t anticipate that any of the specific tasks he would demand of her would be so onerous that she wouldn’t be able to agree.”

I took a moment to absorb her words. What she described didn’t sound ideal to me, because it meant putting Tzila back in the hands of someone who would expect her to labor under the command of her new Master, and that felt uncomfortably close to the years she had spent suffering Janssens’ heartless abuse.

On the other hand, if anyone were in a position to figure out how to undo the millennia-old enchantments of a human Wizard, it was Amari Malle. I trusted Zarina absolutely, so if she said he could be trusted to uphold his end of the bargain, handing him the ring might mean that Tzila’s efforts at least meant progress towards the ultimate goal of her own release.

It wasn’t a thrilling or satisfying solution, but if her outburst last night meant that she was actually miserably unhappy in my company, maybe things would be better this way.

Before I could say yes, Cindy’s incongruously husky voice cut in from across the room. “Master, I believe I might be able to speak here with some expertise, because I believe this is ultimately a matter of Sin.”

I perked up and turned my head to look across the room at the Sin Demon. She’d been sitting on the couch so quietly that I’d nearly forgotten that she was even in the room, but her elfin features were turned towards me now, and she wore a serious expression as she asked, “Before you surrender Tzila to another, would you permit me to speak with her and attempt to find a resolution? I believe that she is suffering from an underlying conflict and, if she could find a resolution, her behavior might ultimately be quite different.”

From time to time, I had to put in conscious effort to keep in mind that despite her delicate appearance, Cindy was more than she appeared. Not only was her body far more powerful than it seemed, the intelligence inside it was that of an ageless and alien creature, and for all her over the top antics, she possessed her own thoughts and motivations as well as a perspective that stretched back for countless years.

When I looked into her bright green eyes, she met and held my gaze.

“Do you think that if you did—if we assume that you’re able to help her work through whatever the fuck you think is going on inside of her head—that Tzila would be able to stay here and be happy? Actually- no. That’s the wrong question.”

Cindy waited patiently, and a few moments later I managed to ask the question I actually needed to have answered. “If Tzila works through whatever is going on with her, will that change things enough so that both she and I will be happy that she’s a member of my household?”

As much as I wanted to make the Jinn happy, I’d already opened my doors and extended olive branch after olive branch. If that wasn’t what she wanted or needed, at some point I was going to have to realize that I couldn’t afford to let her be my problem.

The words felt like they stuck to the back of my throat. That kind of disregard for any thinking being ran against everything I wanted to be, but in the end Tzila’s problems were her own.

Despite the meaning laden in the question, Cindy didn’t hesitate before she gave her answer.

“Yes, Master. At the very least, I believe that if she can navigate her inner conflict, it would remove the impetus for her to behave towards you as she has. I would need to speak with her to be sure, of course, but I believe that she is currently experiencing a fundamental conflict between her true nature and the circumstances in which she was raised. While, as a Jinn, her base nature is unchanging, the way it is expressed is shaped by her circumstances, and those have changed. I believe that her actions are the result of her attempting to express the beliefs and attitude which her upbringing imparted, and not her unchangeable nature.”

The expression on the Sin Demon’s delicate features was earnest, and she delivered her words with more gravitas than she typically brought to bear.

“I cannot promise that the conflict is one that can be resolved—it is possible that my read is wrong, and it is her nature to be a conflicted and prickly bitch—but if that turns out to be the case, then you can soothe your conscience with the knowledge that nothing you could do would allow her to be a harmonious member of your household and deliver her to wizard Malle so you don’t need to deal with having a resentful cunt hanging around your house all the time.”

No matter how I turned the thoughts over in my head, I couldn’t avoid the simple conclusion: Cindy was right.

I didn’t want to give Tzila away, but right now that felt like the only realistic option. If things stayed as they were, even though keeping the ring kept Tzila free from deliberate abuse, even though she got along well with everyone else here, it was at the cost of inflicting misery on myself, and I ultimately didn’t owe her that.

“Give me the chance to speak with her, and I will attempt to guide her towards a resolution of her inner conflict. If I fail, you will know that you explored every option available to you. And-“ The demon’s deep purple lips curled into a slow and Sinful smile as she continued, and her already throaty voice grew intensely smoky as she added, “-I think if I can get her to accept the part of her that she has been trying to conceal from even herself for centuries, it will be incredibly fucking hot watching you turn a prissy little Jinn princess into your personal depraved slutty maid. Fuck, Master, I can’t wait to see the bitch begging for you to cum all over her big pierced titties…”

My jaw dropped open from the whiplash of the demon’s mood. Before I could respond, the little minx had added urgently, “Plus, If I fail, I’ll promise to work with Zarina to find a way to get my own nipples pierced for you. That way you can still have a kinky pierced slut to fuck if you give her to Amari. It’ll be win-win for you…”

I couldn’t help it. I let out a laugh despite my still throbbing head and asked pointedly, “Wouldn’t you do that—enthusiastically work with Zarina to find a way to get your nipples pierced—if I so much as intimated I’d find it hot, let alone gave you a command to do so?”

The tiny blonde responded by whipping up the front of the tight t-shirt she wore to reveal the little pert mounds of flesh beneath. She grasped her little tits, then pinched her nipples hard, as she all but moaned, “Fuck, Master, think how good they’d look with little rings through them- you could tie weights to them and make me jog around for you. Or- or chain them to the floor and order me to suck your cock, just to watch the way I had to stretch them and tug at the chain to get to that monster you keep in your pants-”

I laughed again and waved at the door leading to the other apartment. “OK, OK, just checking.”

This felt like it was a setup, somehow, but I was about ready to give up on the Jinn, so I gave in. “Yes, if you can talk to Tzila and figure out what needs to happen to get her to fit in, great. I’d rather we find out how to accommodate her here, if only for the sake of my conscience, but we have to do something or I’m going to need to reach out to Zarina’s grandfather.”

At the sound of motion in the room I cracked one eye open and glanced to the side as Cindy all but leapt up from the couch, without bothering to pull her shirt down. She glanced over to make sure I was looking, shook her chest at me once more, then all but ran to the door.

Before she made her exit, I called after her, “Don’t be weird about it. Like, I get that you have your own standards, but try to be chill.”

I paused when I realized the instructions didn’t exactly fit the Sin Demon, then amended, “You know what, disregard that. Do your best to find a solution, whatever you can come up with, that will work and that will make me happy. That includes making sure that you, and everyone else here, will be happy.”

Cindy froze in the doorway and turned to look at me with a surprisingly earnest expression on her face. “Master, I will do everything in my power to do so. Few things would please me more than finding a way to allow Tzila to find her blissful and happy place in your home-”

She tugged her shirt back into place and turned towards the other apartment. As she walked off, I just barely caught a few more words she added in a sing-song tone, “-at your feet.”

It took longer than I expected for Cindy to emerge.

Nearly six hours went by while the Sin Demon remained sequestered with Tzila.

In the meantime, basically everyone else went off to work on a different project—Sara was at work, Zarina buried herself in her studies, Rose tended to her sewing and Aubrette went back to whatever it was she was working on with my laptop, and I found myself suddenly with nothing to do.

I had a couple appointments queued up for the following day—one couple who wanted to discuss a matter of ‘family fertility’, and a man in search of a long-lost sister—but nothing on the calendar for that day. I could have spent some time trying to decode some more of the book, but decided not to. I’d reached a point in the section I was working on where I’d need some help from Zarina, and possibly Cindy to progress. Both of them were busy, and while I could’ve interrupted it didn’t seem like a priority.

Instead, I fired up my oldest game console and sat down to beat up some pixelated bad guys.

Almost as soon as I did, I found my mind wandering. So much of my last year had been filled with activity that having a moment to just sit and relax felt strangely foreign. Even in the months where it had just been me and Cindy, having the Sin Demon around turned basically every day into an adventure.

Usually a pornographic one.

I coasted through a few rounds on muscle memory and button mashing. The 2D fighter had a story mode that pitted me against a series of progressively tougher opponents, but the first three or four of them were basically gimmes. It had been long enough since I’d played that it was good to warm up my fingers, though, and I didn’t mind taking the chance to introspect.

Recent drama and challenges aside, things had actually been going incredibly well for me. Sure, I’d gotten attacked by vampires and probably had a nigh-immortal witch plotting my demise, and now there was this whole drama with Tzila going on, but I did get to live with—as of now—six incredibly beautiful women.

Most of whom were really, incredibly enthusiastic about having sex with me.

Beyond that, though, even before the windfall of Cherto’s gold, my business had picked up enough that I no longer struggled to make rent every month. Hell, I’d gotten a bigger apartment, and then almost immediately decided that wasn’t enough space, and rented a second one as well.

That had been an incredibly good decision. Even the larger apartment still only had two bathrooms, and anyone who thinks that would be enough hasn’t ever had four women living with him. Even Cindy—whose magically crafted body didn’t bother with a digestive system and who therefore did not poop—spent more time in there than I did.

All of that, though, had been on the back of finally fulfilling my lifelong dream: supporting myself solely on the back of my magic.

In comparison, the quite frankly terrifying amount of money Cherto had casually dropped off to buy my good favor felt like less of a triumph to me. Don’t get me wrong, it was an incredible stroke of fortune, but I didn’t really feel like anything I’d done had earned it. Sure, we’d been prepared to take some action against the vampires, but we hadn’t actually done it.

It was hard to take much triumph in the plans we hadn’t carried out.

Even our victory over Josina didn’t feel- OK, no, that felt pretty amazing, but I was prouder still of having found a path to making my own way. And I was so wrapped up in that Pride that I got my ass utterly kicked by the eighth round of the story mode and had to start over.

Just as I started the second round, I heard the opening of a door down the hall, and a surprisingly husky voice calling out in a sing-song tone, “Oh, Master!”

I looked down at the head of multicolored hair bobbing up and down in my lap.

As it did, I felt the leather leash I held in my hand moving gently. The handle was a simple loop of leather, and it dangled loosely from the fingers the Sin Demon had looped it over a few minutes before. The other end was attached to the tight leather collar wrapped around her slender neck by means of a large chrome ‘D’ ring.

The collar itself was heavily padded, and—worryingly—I didn’t recognize it. I’m sure she’d had the opportunity to procure it while we were out and about, but the thought that Cindy might have been making unsupervised trips to some local sex shop wasn’t something I could rule out, and I was going to need to ask her about that soon.

It would need to wait, though, because right now the demon’s deep purple lips were fully occupied.

When she’d finished her talk with Tzila, Cindy had breezed straight past me and stepped into my bedroom. She’d emerged about a minute later, fully nude, apart from the collar still wrapped around her neck. She had very primly walked around to the front of the couch and stepped between me and the TV. Without asking, she’d leaned forward and gently plucked the controller from my hands to set it aside, then draped the end of her leash over my unresisting fingers.

Then she’d lowered herself to her knees in front of me and stated, “Master, I would like to give a full report to you, and then give you my recommendation, but first-“ She’d unzipped my pants, and fished out my cock to start to stroke it. Her arrival had been so sudden that I’d only just started to harden, but as her delicate fingers caressed along the length of my shaft, I found myself stiffening rapidly.

She used her free hand to indicate the collar she wore. “-I’d like to see if I can still shove you down my throat with this thing wrapped around it. I’m wearing it for a reason, to make a point, but I had that thought as soon as I put it on, and I’d really like to find out if you’ll even fit. And, if you do, if you think it feels better.”

That was enough to have me rock hard in the span of a few heartbeats, and she’d let out a giddy sound.

That had also been about five, maybe ten minutes ago. She hadn’t quite succeeded yet, but she was apparently convinced that if she moved herself at the right angle she’d be able to force me down her throat. She’d had to pause, occasionally. Not because she was getting tired, but because she kept distracting herself with the head of my dick. She’d loll her tongue over it and then lose herself in the act of slathering it with attention before suddenly snapping out of it and trying to shove me down her throat again.

Eventually, the sound of the ‘round lost’ music playing in a short loop in the background was repetitive enough to get me to tighten my grip on the leather I held and give a quick tug. Cindy instantly sat back on her haunches at attention, and I stared down at the shameless little seductress in consternation.

Then I leaned over and hit a button on the remote and turned off the TV.

When I straightened, I stared down at the Sin Demon between my legs.

Bright green eyes met mine. The moment she saw that I was looking, Cindy licked her deep purple lips deliberately to wet them, and blew me a kiss.

“Hi, Master.”

“Hi. Why are you kneeling in front of me?”

“You tugged my collar, Master.”

The demon’s words were given in a deliberately bright and cheerful tone that drew deliberate attention to the fact that she wasn’t telling me what I wanted.

Knowing her, it was a gambit—something she had done deliberately, because she was trying to provoke a specific response from me. It might have just been a sex thing- no, it certainly was a sex thing, but it might also have been more than that.

Her absurdly innocent looking face stared up at me as she blinked rapidly.

I took the bait.

My right hand reached down and grabbed the leash, close to her neck, seizing the lead and using it to tug her towards me. She gasped and lost her balance and wound up stumbling forward into the couch. Her head dipped forward to land in my lap and she found herself with her cheek pressed against the side of my cock. I tugged her leash again, and she began to nuzzle against my dick.

Soft, wet lips gave slow, sucking kisses along my shaft. Cindy pressed her hands down into the couch on either side of my legs for traction, then used them to lift herself up enough that she could start to kiss her way up my dick once more.

“You’re making a point. I assume it has something to do with Tzila?”

“Yes, Master.” Cindy paused in her kisses for long enough to give me that answer, then resumed working her way along my shaft.

“Would you like to tell me what it is?”

“Yes, Master.” Again, the words were spoken between kisses. Her lips again reached the head of my cock, but this time instead of wrapping them around it, she extended her tongue and slid it along the underside of my crown.

I shivered at the sensation. Then I frowned down at her.

“You’re doing this deliberately. You want me to do something. Well, knowing you I’m playing directly into your hands, but sure-“ I reached my arms down and wrapped my hands around the demon’s waist. With my enhanced strength, it was a simple enough matter to simply lift her bodily off the floor and pull her into my lap. She wrapped her legs around me enthusiastically as I did so, and immediately started to slide her hips forward so she could rub herself along the underside of my shaft.

“-I’ll play along. Cindy, this is an order. I want you to tell me what you talked about with Tzila—in summary—and then give the recommendation that you said you had to give.”

“Yes, Master!”

Even as she spoke, the Sinful blonde remained a squirming armful of delightful, eager woman. She wriggled her way up my chest despite the squeeze of my arms around her, then started to work her way back down in an attempt to line her dripping wet pussy up with the head of my cock.

“I said this morning that I believed this to be a matter of Lust and Pride, and I stand by those words. I do not believe that you would ever come to this conclusion on your own, but that the source of the conflict Tzila feels towards you is in fact buried in another conflict deep within herself.”

My arms slackened a little in surprise and Cindy took immediate advantage of that to slide herself halfway down my cock. A moan escaped my lips at the sudden embrace of her hot little pussy on my dick, and she took advantage of my further slack to plant her knees on either side of my thighs and straddle me.

Despite her physical exertions, the obedient demon slut continued providing her analysis in a surprisingly succinct fashion, even as she start to fuck me energetically. “You heard her say last night that she fingerfucked her little Jinn pussy silly thinking about you using and degrading her, right? You were paying attention to that part?”

“Smartass.” I slapped Cindy’s pert little backside hard enough to make a surprisingly loud cracking noise, only for her to respond to the gesture by leaning forward to press her little tits against me as she moaned loudly, then deliberately sank back to fully impale herself on my shaft.

“Fuuuuck, yes, Master. Right, so, my theory, based on the Sins the—by the way, frequently horny—bitch gives off, I asked her if that was a frequent fantasy of hers. She’s still compelled to be honest, by the way—I personally think you should keep her that way, for reasons I intend to make clear, but that should also help you evaluate my advice.”

My hands slid up the blonde’s hips and wrapped around her waist, but I made no attempt to hinder her motions. She started to slide herself back up along my cock on her own in a long, smooth motion that drew her up my chest, then slammed herself down to ram my full length into the depths of her greedy little cunt with abandon, all without losing so much as a beat.

Granted, she did moan and swear a lot, but every time she did, she would return to her narrative without a hitch.

“So, chasing down that thread, I spent some time figuring out how deep that ran- fuck, about that deep, by the way-“ She ground her hips around me to emphasize the point as I felt her cunt wrap itself around the base of my cock. “-and then much, much longer-“ She emphasized this point by riding up to the very tip of my dick, “-figuring out why that was a problem.”

“Fuck. OK-“ I tried to respond, but I wasn’t having nearly as easy a time keeping my thoughts coherent. I was doing my best to follow along with the Sin Demon’s story, but the way she’d started bouncing her hips up and down in my lap as she fucked me wasn’t making that easy. “So why was it a problem?”

“Good question, Master!” She slowed down suddenly and ground her hips in tight little circles as she crawled her way up my chest so she could nuzzle in against me. “It’s sweet! In a kind of fucked up way, at least. I’ll start by saying that the problem is—she likes you!”

I couldn’t help myself. I leaned back a little into the couch so I could peer down at Cindy, but she was busy writhing against me and didn’t so much as meet my gaze. “How the fuck is this about her liking me? You heard her last night, she was pretty clear about what she wanted.”

The demon took a somewhat theatrical breath and explained, “OK, settle down, this is gonna take a minute to get through. I’d like you to stick with me through to the end, and then when I’m done with this part, I’m going to give you my recommendation. I’d like to ask you to just let me get through everything in one go, and then you can ask me any questions you have about it all in the end.”

I arched an eyebrow at her, and she finally looked up at me. She didn’t stop wiggling her hips in a tight little circle that ground every inch of her cunt down around my shaft, though.

“And let me guess, you’re going to try to time the story to my orgasm because it-“

“Because it’ll help make my point! Exactly! You’re so smart, Master. Now, anyways-“

* * *

I filled the Sin Demon’s incredibly tight, silky, welcoming cunt with a load of my hot, sticky cum, about fifteen minutes later.

It was about thirty seconds after she finished making her recommendation, as she’d spent most of that last minute slamming herself down on the full length of my shaft as she spasmed wildly around me in the midst of yet another enthusiastically vocal orgasm.

She was an artist at her craft, and I’d growled out my own orgasm in her ear by agreeing to her plan.

The plan itself was incredibly simple—break Tzila. Her Pride, specifically.

The Sin Demon’s reasoning was much less so, but she’d explained it well enough that I could follow her logic, and try as I might, I couldn’t find any flaw in it.

“Having been raised in a culture significantly different from your own, Tzila does have vastly different cultural standards. She—and I—have noticed that you seem to feel guilty about some behaviors that you display before her. If she were to walk in here while I’m enthusiastically fucking you, you’d fixate at least a bit of your attention on her while she was here. It’s your prerogative, of course, but you didn’t even notice when you got Aubrette as an audience because she hasn’t drawn attention to herself. And even now that you did, you’re getting more turned on, not less, because you think of her as a receptive audience. Which she is.”

The fact that she had, indeed, been enthusiastically bouncing on my dick at the time made giving her words the attention they deserved difficult, but I had tried. It didn’t help that Aubrette chose that moment to moan as I turned and discovered her playing with herself.

“But to her, that genuinely isn’t a problem. Public sex was just a thing that happened, and if she has to wait for you to finish fucking somebody before she talks to you, well- it’s not ideal, but it’s not like that’s anywhere close to as onerous as some of the things other Masters have made her do. No, the problem goes back to those fantasies. You see, the culture that she comes from, she might not have been the heir to the throne, but Jinn society isn’t exactly upwardly mobile and she was still pretty close to the top. It meant there were like thirty-six people in the world who could tell her what to do, but everyone else—literally everyone in her entire nation—was obligated to obey her commands.

“Not only that, but she was raised to believe it. To believe that she was worth it, that by her very nature, only those thirty-six people in the entire world should stand with their head raised in her presence. So, you can imagine, the fact that she’s had fantasies about being forced to obey, about being made to sexually service the lowest of the low—humans—for her entire life is neither terribly surprising, nor something she can easily reconcile.

“Lust and Pride war within her. They have since she was first captured and bound, and probably some time before then. Bringing us back to today, the conflict she feels was brought to a head last night. Her outburst on the ride home was the result of Tzila realizing that while she has these shameful desires for you, she also actually likes you.

“The fantasies that she revealed last night are- as far as I can tell, they’re something like a defense mechanism. You aren’t the first Master she’s had those kind of fantasies about. If she just fucks a commoner, someone far lower than her in Jinn hierarchy, it would bring her shame. If her Master takes advantage of the magic of the ring to make her hop on his dick, though, that’s not really her doing it, that’s just the magic. Now, for the most part, that would be where it ended, but then you had to go and be a decent guy. When Tzila revealed her fantasy at the party she figured that you’d show your true colors. As soon as she revealed her weakness, she just knew that thirty seconds later, she was going to have your dick in her mouth. But you didn’t.”

She’d punctuated that point by slamming herself home and just sitting there while I throbbed inside her.

“You just let her go on about her evening, even after she confessed, out loud, that she had sexual fantasies that drove her to masturbate to the thought of you fucking her in the most humiliating ways she could imagine. She hadn’t actually expressed the desire to fuck you, so you just- let it drop, until she wound up watching you in the middle of a three-some from eighteen inches away, at which point you asked- asked! If she actually wanted to live those out.

“So when she fantasizes about you turning her into your own little ‘My Princess Fucktoy’, she can actually enjoy it. But that means that her upbringing is wrong, because there’s no way she could enjoy being forced to serve a lowly human. And that’s impossible, so the fact that she wants it is nothing more than a denial of reality.”

She’d started to build up speed at this point.

“But the crux of my plan is this—her Pride is a matter of her upbringing. Her Lust is a matter of her nature. She has felt this conflict before, but it has never threatened the core of her being until now. Because of that desire, she is threatened, but also presented with an opportunity that she could never take by herself. My recommendation is that you force her to confront her upbringing by pointing out to her the fact that her kink is not her value as a person, and also that it does not devalue any of the kickass bitches you have riding your dick to do so. Like me, for example.”

Cindy’s tight little ass was really bouncing up and down in my lap by then, and I could tell that she was reaching her climax in more ways than one.

“Because you fucking own me, Master. But I kicked that overly-muscled tight little bitch’s ass out in that field in March, and the fact that you dumped a fat load of your cum in the pussy of your Puca when she was shapeshifted into my double that evening, while you fingerfucked my tight little ass until I came like a good little slut doesn’t change a thing about that. It doesn’t make me less to get off on that, and it doesn’t make her less to get off on the thought of nuzzling your fat dick under the table when she serves you coffee.

“Which she does, by the way. This girl is inventive. So here’s the thing. I think she’s halfway to figuring this out herself, but lacks the impetus, and I need you to supply it. I need you, the lowly human, to rub her nose in the fact that she does, in fact, want to be with you, specifically. I mean, like, gratuitously. I need you to actually rub her nose in it, probably literally at some point. Force her to tell you her fantasies, and then use them to make her choose.

“She can’t. Or rather, she already has. She just needs you to push her over the edge so she has to admit it to herself. Break her Pride. Show her that her upbringing was wrong, and then prove to her that no matter what she does, or who she chooses to fuck, she’s just as valid and worthy as she is now.

“And then make the prissy little princess into your fully consenting fucktoy by forcing her to admit that she wants to ride your dick until you give her that fat load of your human cum right into her royal cunt so you can give her the happy ending that she deserves.”

And then I’d felt her channel clamp down around me as she came, and the tight spasms of her pussy finally pushed me over the edge. My own orgasm seemed to last forever, and when I finally came back to my senses, it was to Cindy all but purring as she nuzzled into my chest.

“She likes you, Jack. She’s a bitch because- what’s that stupid trope? ‘Tsundere?’ It’s not quite that, she’s not doing it because she thinks it’s endearing or wants to make you demonstrate yourself, but you’re going to have to force her to accept that the call is coming from inside the house.”

Collars aside, I really needed to start keeping better track of what dark corners of the internet Cindy wandered. But, in the end, the demon had several good points. Tzila’s struggle predated her arrival at my house by centuries, and the fact that I might be able to help her overcome it was nothing but good for the Jinn, and offered her a happier path forward than any other I could see.

When I tried to look down that path, the only color I could see was that same rich deep blue, which probably wasn't a coincidence. I tugged on Cindy’s leash and she let out a happy moan as she snuggled in against my chest. “I’ll try things your way. I’m going to start by making her give me her own accounting of your conversation, and I’m sure you know that if it turns out you’re trying to trick me into abusing her, I won’t be happy.”

I didn’t actually know of any realistic way to punish the Sin Demon except through boredom, but I was willing to get creative if I needed to.

Despite my words, she responded mildly with a contented sigh. She still hadn’t dismounted my cock, and despite the incredibly tight clamp of her cunt around my shaft I could feel a trickle of my cum dribbling back out of her.

“Master, you know perfectly well that I’m going to try to act in my best interests. I’ll be much happier long term if you’re good and Lusty all the time around me, and I know what makes you tick better than you do. There’s no way you wouldn’t figure things out eventually, and that would generate basically anti-Lust in you, which would not be good for me. Especially because you’d still probably find a way to feed me, but just barely, instead of the flood you’ve been cramming down my throat on the reg. Now you’re going to put on a show for that poor deprived Jinn until she realizes she just has to get over herself, and that’s going to generate so much good long term Lust that I’m hoping to put on weight. Maybe if I can absorb enough Sin I can pump up my body with it and grow some nice fat tits.”