I woke up early the following day.

I had to drag myself out of Zarina’s embrace and crawl across Cindy’s prone form to be able to reach across the nightstand and hit the button that finally silenced the obnoxious ringtone I’d set as an alarm. The Sin Demon barely stirred as I crawled over her, but by the time I’d slipped off the edge of the bed and stood up, Zarina was already standing on the other side of the bed, watching the window as a few slivers of morning sun began to stream through the blinds.

My eyes traced over her mostly-naked body, drawn by her beauty. Zarina was human, and part of her appeal was that she felt somehow far more tangibly real than—for example—Aubrette, Cindy, or Rose. She might not have possessed some of their more exaggerated features, but the way the sunlight lit up her hickory skin with a warm glow was entrancing in its own right, and the way it outlined the swell of her breasts and the curve of her hips exerted an invisible pull on me that I was nigh helpless to resist. The muscles in her back shifted beneath her skin as her arms reached up above her towards the ceiling for a moment that stretched on and on, until a tiny squeak suddenly escaped her lips. She bounced back down on her heels as a shiver ran down her spine, then clapped one hand over her mouth as though to call back the sound that had just escaped it.

I stepped around the bed in long strides, driven by instinct, until I stood behind the wizard. My fingertips slid along her skin and she leaned back against my chest as my arms wrapped around her midsection. As I nuzzled my face out from behind the patterned silk bonnet protectively enveloping her mane of springy curls, I almost missed her soft, contented sigh. She wrapped her arms around her own body over mine, and we spent the next few minutes snuggled up together as we watched the world outside the apartment grow gradually brighter.

“You know, it’s been fascinating-” The wizard’s voice was quiet but serious as she spoke, as though she wished to honor the somehow reverent moment we’d found ourselves in. “-I’ve been watching the effects of my own magic from inside my mind. I’ve been studying the spell, and the effects that it’s had on me. It’s given me a unique perspective on the magic—I can’t imagine there have been many other wizards who were in a position to study the effects of mind-altering magic from this particular perspective.”

My head tilted down as I tried to catch a glimpse of her expression, but with her back pressed to my chest I would’ve needed to release my arms from around her.

I wasn’t willing to do that, so I straightened again, and gently squeezed my arms around her as she continued. “I know that you’re doing your best to avoid causing any permanent changes to my personality. I understand your reasoning, and I very much appreciate it. Despite that, I had to debate with myself for some time before sharing what I am about to. The only reason I’ve been able to find the strength to do so—despite the attempts of the magic to influence my behavior—is that you’ve made it very clear that if you later discovered I had withheld something like this from you, you’d be far more unhappy than if I had simply told you.”

Zarina’s voice was almost always tightly controlled. When she spoke, it was obvious that she’d carefully considered her words to ensure that the proper meaning was conveyed with the lowest available probability of misunderstanding. So, when she broached the topic of sharing something significant and contentious, I paid attention, even when my mind started racing through the possibilities of what she might have meant.

“I find the thought of what you’re trying to do to Tzila incredibly sexy.” The wizard’s voice remained quiet—little more than a whisper, and her eyes remained locked on the slits of light that shone through the blinds as she leaned back against my chest.

That had not been one of the possibilities I had predicted.

“For several reasons. The sight of my man putting a princess to heel is only one of them. If- if that was the only one, though, I believe I would not have needed to hesitate prior to bringing it up.” My head canted to the side as I considered her words, but I didn’t want to interrupt her, so I didn’t voice any of my many questions.

“The more alarming reaction, though, is that I believe I am getting turned on by the thought of you changing her. I cannot isolate this as a direct result of my spell, but the area of my mind that it affects overlaps heavily enough with my desires that I cannot rule it out as a possibility. It is not a fantasy I’d had prior to meeting you, but I can’t deny that I am finding it increasingly hot to think about you turning that uptight bitch into an obediently wanton slut.” The warm and throaty chuckle that bubbled out of Zarina’s lips was probably a reaction to her feeling my dick suddenly slap against her at a rising attention.

“Now, before you lose yourself in either the worry that you’re somehow trespassing on my free will, or the thought of nicely wanton sluts, I wanted to ask you for a favor.”

I did my best to ignore the Lust in her words—and the feel of her panty-clad ass against my dick—and actually give her the attention she deserved.

“Of course, Zarina. Name it.”

“I want you to stop worrying so much about me.”

Again, that had not been on the list of things I would’ve predicted that she’d request.

“I- uhh- can you elaborate?”

I could all but hear the wry smile on her lips as she responded, “It is in the nature of wizards to be cryptic. C’mon, Jack, good little Tolkien fanboy like you knows that.”

One of my arms released her so I could reach down and deliver a short deliberate swat to her backside. She yelped quietly and jumped, then leaned back in against me and snuggled in again. “I was getting there, and that’s only cute because I’m already a little turned on. More- more on that later. My point is, I know you don’t think that I’m fully qualified to convey my own desires. I can understand that perspective, and there’s a certain validity to it—if a girl is drunk enough, she can’t consent, no matter how often she says 'yes'. If I’ve got a mass of my own magic woven through my brain, it’s hard to be certain where the volition behind my words lies. I can see that it drives you a little crazy, every time you hesitate to tell me to drop to my knees when you wouldn’t think twice about doing it to Cindy.”

There wasn’t any way I could deny her words—I was every bit as aware of my own behavior as she was. I just couldn’t exactly see any way around it.

“So my favor, which you promised me, is to stop worrying so much about it. I have three reasons which should help convince you. First, I am working to maximize your happiness, because I care a great deal about you. The fact that my care is driven by magic is irrelevant for the purposes of this point, because it’s not my volition I’m drawing on, but my intelligence and capability. You should know and trust that when I set out to make you happy, I will take into account as many factors as I am able. One of the most significant of those is, of course, your reaction to my own emotional state, so you have to know that I have included that in my planning. I will make you the happiest by keeping my own happiness in mind, and I have done so in my recommendation.” She kept her right arm wrapped around her own body, over my forearm, but removed her left to hold up a single finger as she spoke.

“The second is that I feel as though you’re failing to account for the effect your hesitation is having on the present me. Again, I appreciate the effort that you’re putting into being a decent person, but it’s at the cost of treating me as though my volition doesn’t matter. You are certainly right—I am behaving the way I am today because of magic. However, from my own perspective, for all that I can see the invisible hands that pull the levers and adjust the course, I am still the person inside my head. The minutes and hours of my life might be affected with magic, but far worse is the feeling of disenfranchisement I feel when not allowed to choose and execute my path. Again, I know you have done your best to counteract that. I’ve continued my studies as a wizard, and continue to perform the duties I believe that responsibility requires, but to be told that I cannot choose to embrace this desire is still impactful.

“And, finally, the intersection of the first two concepts stands alone as a novel reason. I am the consciousness that experiences my own joy and happiness, so I am the highest authority on its maximization, and I can tell you now that the longest term total happiness I will achieve involves you having an enjoyable and—ideally—stress free time. That includes removing the stress you feel from the guilt you hold for my condition, despite the fact that there is literally no way in which you are at fault.”

The wizard ticked off her second and third points as she reached them, then returned her arm to wrap around mine once more as she squeezed them tightly. “C’mon, Jack. Let a girl live a little, and trust me to know when enough is enough. If I start to see you doing something that I think will make me unhappy later, if and when I’m ever out of the influence of this spell, I’ll tell you. Promise.”

My arms squeezed tight around her torso for just a moment, then relaxed as she melted against me. “I’ll do my best. I can’t promise I won’t stress over it now and then, but I’ll try to just-“

“Jack, if having a bunch of good sex and maybe broadening my horizons a bit is the way I can contribute to keeping an elder demon in check, that’s a price I’m willing to pay.”

“You know what, fair enough. I tell you what—you do what you think will make you the happiest in total. If that means putting a little more priority on the here and now instead of the future, well, I guess it’s in my nature to look ahead. I’ll trust you to keep an eye on the now.”

Zarina very deliberately lifted up on her toes and bumped her ass back up against my crotch. My dick—which had finally started to soften—suddenly sat up at attention once again.

“Now, back to that first point. I think that it’s incredibly sexy to see what you’re doing to Tzila, and I had an idea along those lines…”

* * *

A few hours later, Aubrette, Zarina and I were ready to head out to meet with Rachel.

We had several houses to check out with the real estate agent, and while the list for the day didn’t include every single place we were interested in, it did cover our top contenders.

I paused at the door only long enough to remind Cindy not to push Tzila too hard, then left the two women to it on the couch. I’d given the Jinn a copy of the same kink and fetish list I’d gone over with the others, then told her to fill it out as well as she could. Any questions she had were to be directed to the Sin Demon for explanation, and once she was done she could get back to her new personal reading.

Privately, I’d also told Cindy to help make sure Tzila’s answers were honest not just to me, but to herself. The ring I wore forced obedience, but that didn’t mean it forced self-awareness on the Jinn. While the Lust Tzila generated wasn’t ‘nourishing’ to the rapacious Sin Demon, that didn’t mean she couldn’t perceive it—by remaining at Tzila’s side, Cindy would be able to help nudge her towards a more comprehensive, and truthful, set of answers than she might otherwise produce.

I assumed she would tease the Jinn a bit in the process, but I figured that would probably be fine. Cindy's plan was designed to force Tzila to recognize a part of herself that had been left buried for centuries. While I suspected she already recognized what the outcome of the exercise would be, getting a little worked up while she answered the questions might help smooth things along.

Our newest arrival watched me as I walked to the door, and when I shot a quick glance over my shoulder and winked at her, she abruptly tore her gaze from me and focused on the paper in front of her.

I wore a smile for most of the drive to the first house.

We had discussed bringing more than the three to the showings, but I had ultimately decided that a larger group was more likely to lead to distraction than to anything else. The house I chose would almost certainly be the largest purchase of my life, and I wanted to take it seriously.

I’d brought Zarina and Aubrette, since both of them were willing and able to remain focused, and each of us had our own printed checklists of things to look for at each house. Rachel was going to show us six today, and because we were looking at some of the more expensive properties available near St. Louis we were going to be given far more time than normal at each. With as many things as we wanted to check, though, time was going to be tight and the day was going to be a busy one.

When Rachel greeted us at the first property we spent a few minutes chatting and making sure we knew what the rest of the day would look like. She seemed a little surprised when we explained our plan, and let us know that it was actually pretty common for house-shoppers to make their decisions based on first impressions and vibes. It sounded like madness to me, but apparently one of her recent sales had been to a woman who walked in, looked around the entryway, decided that she liked the place, and put in an offer.

I couldn’t fathom that level of just… throwing your money around. I’d grown up relatively poor, and the idea of dropping hundreds of thousands, or even millions of dollars on something without thoroughly examining it utterly baffled me.

I nearly turned around and went back to the car as soon as I walked through the first door.

The house was beautiful, with a gorgeous interior, vaulted ceilings and immaculately expensive decor – but the pictures I’d seen online had in no way prepared me for how incredibly out of place I felt.

Growing up, my parents hadn't had much money, but they'd always preferred renting houses to apartments. My childhood memories included a series of small, run-down buildings filled with secondhand furniture and half-empty fridges rather than a single 'childhood home.' We'd only stayed in a few of them long enough for me to form a lasting memory of their layouts.

You could've fit all three inside the walls of the first house, with room to spare.

I felt like an intruder, like some suited security guard was about to show up and remove me from the grounds. About thirty seconds after I walked through the door, I found myself checking my shoes for dirt to make sure I wasn’t leaving traces on the polished hardwood floors.

I pushed through it and tried to gather enough focus to go through my checklist, but continued to struggle with the feeling that I was treading on someone else’s ground. Aubrette and Zarina split off to head through their own tasks, but it took me several minutes of aimless wandering before I was able to actually start reading through the list of things I was supposed to check.

Rachel lingered near me, perhaps sensing that I was less comfortable than the two women accompanying me, and after a moment I turned to her and blurted out without preamble, “Does it get easier? Living in a place like this, I mean.”

Either Rachel was expecting a question like this, or my unease had been obvious enough for her to pick up on already, because she gave her answer without hesitation. “Yes. I’ve talked to several clients who came into their money later in their life. From what they told me, while it takes some time, the sense of being out of place goes away eventually.”

I nodded slowly. “I’m… I hope that’s true. I like this place, but… it’s a lot to take in. And it’s a huge change from what I’m used to.”

The dark haired woman let out a surprisingly genuine sounding laugh. “I wouldn’t worry about it too much. People are pretty adaptable, so even if you don’t ever find yourself comfortable in houses like this in general—because between you and me, very rich people can be total elitist snobs—I’d guess it won’t actually take that long for your house, whichever one you actually buy and make your own, to be comfortable.”

I blinked in surprise. My interactions with Rachel had been perfectly professional thus far, with just a hint of what might have been either flirtation or practiced banter. She shrugged lightly as she read my expression. “What? You’re letting your mask slip, I thought it would only be polite for me to do the same. If you prefer, I can stay more formal and professional, but I’m happy to match my clients’ preferred level of intimacy. It makes for a more comfortable working relationship.”

That got a raised eyebrow from me, and she gave me a neutral smile and didn’t elaborate further.

I didn’t press the point, and her tone grew a little more serious as she added, “I mean it, though. A homeowner should be comfortable in their house, so if you really don’t think you’d ever feel at home here, you should pick somewhere else. I also think you’d be selling yourself short, but it’s your money. You should spend it on a home that will make you happy.”

“I- thanks, Rachel. It’s not really something I’d ever really thought about, so… yeah, it just kinda caught me by surprise.” She gave me a gentle smile, and I tried to return to reading through my list, only for her to interrupt my attempts to focus a moment later.

“Jack? If I may, I do have one suggestion for making a new house feel like a home. I can’t take credit for it—it’s advice that was passed on to me by a former client, but while I haven’t put it to use myself, maybe it’s right for you.”

I raised my head from the list again to direct a slightly suspicious look towards Rachel, then took a moment to actually examine her closely. She was relatively young, maybe in her mid-twenties, with fair skin and dark, curly hair that framed a heart shaped face. Her dark brown eyes looked huge, though that was almost certainly a trick of makeup, and her full lips hovered on the edge of a smile. “I… uhh, sure?” I shook myself, realized just how uncertain that sounded, and reaffirmed, “Yes. Please, I would love to hear it.”

She let out a quiet laugh and made a sweeping motion with her hand to gesture broadly at the entirety of the house. “F–have sex in every room. Bedrooms, bathrooms, kitchen, living room, all of them.”

I stared in disbelief for a moment, then burst out laughing. She explained, “Again, I can’t speak to it from personal experience, but apparently it’s hard to feel out of place or ill at ease about being in a room after you banged your girlfriend or wife – or in the case of the person who told me this, I think it was his mistress – on every available flat surface.”

She beamed a smile at me, then turned and motioned down the hall. “Now, you were looking for the main AC unit? I believe that’s in the basement, down that way…”

I wasn’t sure how valid her advice was in the long term, but thinking about it did help me stave off my working-class guilt for the rest of the day.

The second house was nice, but Aubrette objected to the layout pretty quickly so we only did a cursory check of the rest of it.

The third house was slightly smaller – though not by enough to really set me at ease – but Zarina pulled me aside to mention that it was in something of a magical dead zone. It wasn’t enough to actually prevent magic, or to keep magical creatures from living there, but it would likely be uncomfortable for Fae if they stayed too long, and would make it much harder to maintain the wards that had motivated me to buy a house in the first place.

The fourth house we visited was near the western edge of the city. I knew almost as soon as we arrived that it probably wasn’t going to be worth taking the time to visit the fifth and sixth.

It was more than a century old, but had been remodeled in the last twenty years, so while it would probably require more care and maintenance than brand new construction, it was at least equipped with modern electrical and HVAC systems.

It was also surrounded by several acres of thick, pristine woods. Both Aubrette and Zarina noted how much extra privacy they would provide, but more important to me was how my Sidhe vassal’s face lit up as we turned into the driveway only to be surrounded by trees.

After we parked, Zarina spent a few moments in the car performing some kind of divination, and didn’t even attempt to conceal her excitement when she announced that there was a leyline running directly through the property. She all but bolted off to map out its path, while Aubrette and I went to meet with Rachel by the front door.

The building was a massive three story affair with rooms to spare, including a finished basement that I couldn’t help but note could be easily converted into a permanent ritual room to study and practice the magic from The Book of Jannes.

As I meandered through the hallways, Rachel followed after and read off some details from the info sheet she carried – like the fact that the house was already set up with geothermal heating and cooling and a generator that could power the entire property for a full day before it needed to be refueled. It also had a pool with a pool house that could double as a guest house.

I went through the motions of my inspection anyway, and checked off the items on my list one by one, but it felt like I was just going through the motions. As much as I’d been baffled by the idea of buying a house based on vibes, I had to really struggle to not just immediately turn to Rachel and tell her to put in an offer.

It wasn’t until we pulled out of the driveway and onto the road when I realized that, for some reason, my sense of intrusion never even manifested.

Despite Rachel’s recommendation to the contrary, we didn’t even bother checking out the last two houses on the day’s list, since Aubrette, Zarina and I all agreed that it would just have been a waste of time.

I wasn’t sure if it was some unknown manifestation of my Gift, a response to Aubrette and Zarina’s enthusiasm, or something else, but every part of my brain told me that this was the house I was going to buy and live in.

This was going to be my home.

* * *

The sense of relief that washed over me as I stepped into my apartment was as unexpected as it was tangible. The ostentatiously upper class houses I’d spent the day walking through had been far more spacious—and with Tzila’s arrival, things had gotten crowded again—but they had lacked the sense of comfort that my now familiar surroundings brought.

The Jinn was right where I left her, but when my gaze panned to the right, I saw no sign of Cindy’s multicolored hair. Since the bright stripes of green and purple against the blonde stood out against basically any background, that usually made her easy to locate. Now, though, when my gaze reached the spot where she had been when we departed, they instead took in the top of Sara’s head.

The brunette had it lolled back over the edge of the couch. Her eyes were shut, but the twist of her mouth as she bit her lower lip told a very specific story.

I swaggered forward to investigate. At the sound of my footsteps, Sara’s eyes opened, though they took a moment to actually swing into focus on my face. As I swept my gaze over her body, the reason was immediately obvious—while a well-worn t-shirt covered the athletic woman from shoulder to waist, she was naked from the waist down. Cindy’s face was buried between her thighs, and the Sin Demon methodically tongued the other woman’s very obviously sodden pussy.

“Hey.” Sara’s voice was, quite understandably, a little distracted.

“Hey. You’re borrowing my things without asking?”

“I didn’t think you’d mind. Did you know she’ll just- lick. Like, you can just give her a part of your body and she’s not only willing, but eager to do it?”

The loud moan from between Sara’s thighs was a positive affirmation of Cindy’s opinion on the topic, though she wasn’t willing to pull back her tongue for long enough to actually put words to the sentiment.

“I did, actually. Suck, too. As long as you’re actually Lusting for it, at least. If you get bored, she gets bored, so she’ll start to make things… inventive.”

This time, the sound from between Sara’s thighs sounded a lot more like wicked laughter, but—again—Cindy wasn’t willing to cease her activities for long enough to voice her thoughts.

My eyes flicked to the side. Tzila was doing her best to appear to be reading The Two Towers, but the frequent flicker of her metallic-irised eyes towards the coupling told me that she was more than merely aware of what was happening. The heavy lidded expression she wore gave away something of her opinion, and when I glanced down towards Cindy, the demon’s eyes briefly met mine.

I learned a lot in that expression. For one thing, I learned that I could read meaning in the eyes of a woman who was doing her best to bury her tongue in another woman’s cunt. For another, I learned that what she was doing was entirely on purpose. She knew that Tzila was watching her with interest and, if I had to guess based on her deliberate eye contact, Cindy wanted me to do something about it.

I racked my brain for a moment. Something about the situation—Cindy was doing something akin to what Tzila had mentioned the other day. She was simply being used for sexual services. Not only was this helping reinforce the point she was trying to make about her strength and value not being connected to her sexuality, but she was putting the thought in the Jinn’s mind that this was a thing that could actually happen to her.

My lips pressed against Sara’s cheek as I leaned in and kissed her. She let out a giggle and blew a kiss into the air, but wasn’t willing to turn her attention away from Cindy’s tongue to actually find my face with her mouth.

Then I whispered quietly in her ear, “But also, I think it’s incredibly sexy to listen to you cum, so I think I’d like to do that for a while.” While my words sank into her head, I turned to look at Cindy and commanded her, “Cindy, grab her legs, don’t let her get away from you.”

The Sin Demon complied in an instant by wrapping her arms around Sara’s thighs so she could lock her mouth in place against the wet lips of her cunt. “Hey, wait, what-“

I cut off Sara’s protests with another order to the inhumanly strong little blonde. “Make her cum. Don’t let her up until she’s done it three times.”

Cindy’s eyes all but gleamed at me for a moment before she enthusiastically set herself to the task.

“Oh, you fuck!” Any rancor that might have made its way into Sara’s voice was lost in the sudden whimper that she trailed off into at the feel of the slender blonde’s lips as they wrapped around her clit.

I left them to it and turned to Tzila. “Hello! Are you enjoying the book?”

* * *

Zarina neatly folded her blouse and placed it on the seat of the other chair, then stripped off the yellow bra she wore beneath. That, too, went atop the chair, leaving her clad only in a pair of rather skimpy panties. Then she lowered herself to her knees in front of me and snuggled up against the front of my legs.

“You should buy that house immediately, Master, and if you aren’t going to, then I will.”

I knew that she probably meant her family, though I didn’t actually know exactly how much money the wizard could access. She’d mentioned that she only received a tiny stipend from her family’s fortune—which otherwise remained firmly locked in the hands of the patriarch Wizard Malle himself—but it occurred to me that tiny was a relative measure and we might have very different frames of reference.

“If my parents learned that I had a chance to own a house built on a leyline nexus and didn’t take it, they’d disown me.” She hesitated only briefly, then corrected, “OK, not literally. Probably. But they’d be mad. The property alone is worth the asking price, even if the land was a vacant lot. Having access to a leyline nexus will make- I’m trying to think of the easiest way to summarize the benefits.”

She’d mentioned the leyline nexus on the drive back, but we’d been excitedly discussing the actual house at the time and it’s possible that some of her enthusiasm got lost in the mix. I took the opportunity now to correct that, “OK, so tell me more about that. You mentioned leylines and leyline nexuses. What exactly are they? Like, I’ve heard of leylines before—magical channels along the earth, that kind of thing, but they haven’t exactly been relevant to my life.”

I was seated in one of the chairs in the living room, watching Cindy as she rode out Sara’s spasms from the second of her recent orgasms. She paused her attentions for all of four or five seconds to give the athletic brunette the chance to recover and catch her breath, then resumed her work.

“No, that’s basically it. The usual metaphor is used because it’s the easiest to understand—leylines are riverbeds. They aren’t magic themselves, but they’re the paths along which magic flows. The difference from rivers is that when they intersect, they don’t join up. Instead, they cross through each other and form a nexus in the process. That’s what was in the basement of that house. Or, well, under it, but close enough for my purposes.”

Zarina’s tone was that of an enthusiastic academic, and I did my best to actually pay attention and sit upright—both because I was genuinely interested in the topic, and also because part of the plan was that I not call attention to her behavior. She’d mentioned to me that morning involved her spending much of the evening naked—or mostly so—at my feet. Instead I reached down and slipped my fingers up below the back of her hair then slid them along the nape of her neck. The moan that escaped her lips as a result was satisfyingly throaty and excited.

She cleared her throat, and continued, “Instead of just flowing together like rivers would, when the streams cross they interfere with each other. They still pass on mostly unabated, but in the process they create a field that sort’ve loosens the magic of the world around it. Leyline nexuses aren’t actually all that uncommon in the grand scheme of things—there’s like three within two hour’s drive from here that I know of—but depending on the strength of the leyline and the level of interference, the zones can range from insignificant, to mild but widespread, to pretty powerful. That one is—it’s not exactly tiny, but it’s concentrated pretty good, and it’s significant.”

Sara’s third orgasm was swift and intense. She actually wrapped her fingers through Cindy’s hair to grip it tight as she shoved Cindy between her thighs to ride it out rather than try to break free, so I assumed that she’d overcome her initial objections to my commands.

The Sin Demon released her arms from Sara’s thighs and all but silently withdrew from between them. I had noticed that Cindy seemed to behave quite differently when she was with Sara than when she was with me. With me, she was playful and exaggerated in her seductions. She emphasized her sluttiness and went out of her way to remind me that I was welcome to use her for my sexual gratification. She played up the disparity in our sizes, how big my dick looked compared to her, and her perpetual horniness and desire.

With Sara, she was all but mechanical in her service. I made a note to ask about that at some point in the future. There was probably a reason behind it, but I wasn’t sure if it was something Sara had asked for specifically, or the result of Cindy somehow intuiting a hidden desire.

“Ok, so that’s one enthusiastic yes.” I turned to Aubrette. “And you? Any objections, or do you think we should buy it?”

The Sidhe’s face was flush and it took her a moment to realize I’d asked her a question. Her attention snapped towards me as though shocked to discover that I was seated in the room. Then she blushed yet more fiercely when she realized I had caught her enraptured by Sara and Cindy’s pairing. The redhead was seated in the center of the couch, between Tzila and the now sweat-soaked panting form of Sara as she tried to catch her breath.

“Y- Yes, my Lord. Even- even outside of its status as a place of power in the Arcane, it meets your needs and-” The Sidhe’s eyes closed. The blush actually faded slowly from her cheeks as she took in a deep breath and let herself drift into a memory.

She let it out in a happy sigh and finished, “It reminds me of home.” A moment later, she added, “More so than any other location I’ve visited in the mortal realm, at least. I do not believe it is actually connected to Faerie, but the permeation of Glamour there was the highest of all the land I’ve seen since my banishment.”

She opened her eyes and managed to give me a gentle smile. “It receives my full recommendation as well.”

My face lit up with a smile, and I reached into my pocket to grab for my phone.

* * *

The conversation with Rachel didn’t take long. The house had been on the market for a while and my offer was for cash. There would be no waiting for banks to approve loans to slow things down. Asking price, up front, as soon as all the paperwork went through. A few minutes later, the realtor let me know that she had everything she needed to move forward, and told me she would let me know their response as soon as she had it. Then she added quite confidently that she was certain they would accept.

* * *

I’m pretty sure Tzila expected some kind of escalation of the behavior that had been going on when I got home, but things actually got pretty tame after that. Zarina never bothered to put on clothing, and Cindy—on realizing how the wizard intended to spend the evening—stripped down naked to join her, but aside from that we spent most of the time through the end of dinner talking about the house.

Conversation got pretty fast and furious as we all did our best to relay our opinions, while fielding increasingly specific questions from everyone who hadn’t gotten to come.

“Is the property secluded enough from its neighbors for you to fuck me outside?”

“What kind of animals do you think live in the woods around there? There’s some mean raccoon gangs in the city. I don’t wanna start a turf war if I don’t have to, but if it comes down to me or some raccoons, I know where to put my money.”

“Is the terrain sufficiently defensible assuming adequate fortifications are put in place?”

Eventually, Zarina conjured a highly detailed floating model of the landscape that hovered above the palm of her right hand as she wove the left in a series of careful gestures.

“Is that pool heated?”

“The basement—how soundproof would you say it was?”

“No, only I’m not fucking around about those raccoons, look, I’ve heard stories-“

“If I were to craft a fence for the land-“

“I thought Jinn were supposed to be the masters of air and fire, how do you plan to craft a fence that won’t attract attention with those?”

The last question came from Zarina as she somewhat incredulously interrupted Tzila.

“I- yes. The traditional view of Jinn magic emphasizes our inherent elemental natures. I- the reason I do not call myself a princess is that I fail a basic test of purity of magic. My elements are muddled, and include earth and water as well. None are strong enough to please my father as a result, but it offers me some flexibility with my powers that are unusual amongst my kin.”

“Oh. Neat!” The wizard offered Tzila a brilliant smile and—somewhat to my surprise—the Jinn appeared to take the gesture for what it was and smiled warmly back.

“Thank you. It is- it has been a subject of some challenge throughout my life, but I have learned to take solace in the capabilities it grants me that my elder siblings lack.” Better still, Tzila—as far as I could tell—managed to lose track of the fact that the woman she was talking to was making a somewhat ostentatious display of her subservience to me for the duration of the conversation.

That was helped by the fact that even when mostly naked on the somewhat weathered carpet of my apartment, Zarina exuded class. She might not have been quite as stately as the fairy noblewoman on the couch, but even eating on the floor while mostly naked couldn’t detract from the unshakable self-confidence the wizard carried.

It probably said something profound about the difference in our upbringing that—while naked at my feet and eating something prepared at an American bar and grill—the wizard looked more relaxed and composed than I could manage while sitting up fully clothed. I did my best to balance a burger in one hand and a beer in the other without spilling any fries out of the Styrofoam container in my lap, but compared to Zarina’s effortless assurance I felt awkward and ungainly.

It brought to mind my earlier struggles with guilt at my intrusion into the upper classes, and for a moment that same sense of exclusion began to descend upon me. Then Rachel’s advice about breaking through that barrier popped into my head and I laughed. Maybe the story she relayed was made up, maybe it was true—either way, the distractingly pretty real estate agent was almost certainly right. Prior to meeting Zarina I had viewed wizards as something akin to bogey men, but after listening to her screaming my name a few times, it was hard to see her as anything other than a woman. A beautiful, intelligent, and powerful woman, to be sure, but also every bit as human as me and not at all a terrifying monster.

My attention was caught by an emphatic gesture from Tzila and I turned my eyes upon her. The Jinn was in the midst of asking Aubrette a question about the layout of the land and her hands moved in the air over Zarina’s illusory map as she tried to clarify her concern. In all the recent drama and fuss that had accompanied her arrival in my household, I realized that I’d lost sight of a fact that should have been blindingly obvious to me, in particular—Tzila might have been an ancient Jinn not-quite-princess, but she was also a woman, just like Zarina.

For a moment, instead of the wizard at my feet I pictured the Jinn, naked and on her knees. Then both of them, side by side, naked from the waist up and wearing translucent harem pants as they kissed their way along either side of my erection with adoring expressions on their faces. The vision was so intense, so real, that again I had to wonder if the vision I saw was actually a product of my imagination, or if this was a manifestation or extension of my Gift.

When I snapped back to reality, the conversation had wound down and I realized that I’d been staring at Tzila for a few minutes. Her eyes were wide as she looked back at me, and while I’m not sure what she saw in my face in that moment, something in her expression brought a predatory smile to my mouth.

She bit her lip and looked down. It seemed likely that her intention was just to look away from my face, but when she did her gaze fell on the sizable tent I was making in my pants—courtesy of my recent fantasy—and halted there.

My dick twitched, and Tzila actually leaned towards it, as though drawn by the motion, before she stopped herself. Her eyes shot back up to my face, and I couldn’t help the smirk that settled onto my lips when I saw her realize that not only had I watched her check me out, but I’d also seen the longing and desire in her eyes.

She finally tore her eyes away from mine and stared at the TV. Rose was just in the process of pulling up Disney’s Robin Hood, and it offered a convenient distraction, but that was fine—something important had just happened, and while it might have only been the beginning of the journey, it felt like Tzila had just admitted that she knew in which direction her path lay.

* * *

I pushed myself off my chair as the credits rolled and everyone started to head towards some bed or another—except Zarina, who remained right where she was at my feet. When Tzila began to walk towards the other apartment and the room she’d claimed, I brushed my thumb lightly along the silver ring I wore on the middle finger of my left hand. A shiver ran up the Jinn’s spine and she stopped in her tracks, then slowly turned and approached me.

When she finally stood before me, the look on Tzila’s was not the passive stoicism she displayed when she first came to my home. Neither was it the passive-aggressive obsequiousness she’d shown in the weeks that followed. Instead, she regarded me with an expression that fell somewhere between suspicion and hope, and her voice was high and almost brittle as she inquired, “Yes, Master? You rubbed my ring?”

As fragile as her words sounded, though, she managed to tilt her face up slightly to meet my gaze and neither shied away nor stared me down as she awaited my command.

“Zarina earned a boon by doing something for me the other night, and she asked to cash that in tonight. I said yes, of course, so Rose and Sara are going to claim one of the spare bedrooms, Cindy and Aubrette are taking the other, while you-“ I lifted my chin in a quick nod to indicate Tzila, “-are going to stay in my room.”

The story was—more or less—true. Zarina had put in no small amount of work in helping restrain Rose the night before, and she deserved a reward for her efforts. Given what she’d asked for when she spelled out her plan earlier in the day, I was enthusiastic about giving it to her.

Granted, then I’d spent half of the day wandering through oversized mansions with a fine tooth comb, which was more exhausting than I had anticipated, but I had no intention of disappointing the wizard—I was just going to have to man up and deliver.

The Jinn looked me up and down for a moment as my words spelled out a sudden change of her plans for the evening. I hadn’t mentioned anything about her actually participating in Zarina’s reward, but by now Tzila knew more or less the exact circumstances of the wizard’s entry into my life, so she must have realized that there was a chance the other woman had something in mind.

When she didn’t immediately back down or protest, I continued. “I recognize that you might not be comfortable with that, though, so I’m going to give you a choice-” Tzila froze. She had to have seen this coming, given the previous evening’s events, but the word ‘choice’ still seemed to catch her off-guard.

“It’s not even a hard or complicated one. I’m willing to tell Sara to go home, or to have Cindy sleep on this couch if I have to, in order to give you your own bed tonight. First, though-“ I looked down to where Zarina still knelt at my feet.

“First, though, I would need you to tell me that there isn’t a part of you that would enjoy seeing Zarina get gagged face down on the bed while I pin her arms and fuck her ass good and hard-“ Tzila’s eyes grew wide as my description turned suddenly graphic, but I didn’t even pause as I finished, “-or you’d have to tell me that you think Zarina is less worthy as a woman—or a wizard—because she’s the one who asked me to do exactly that earlier today. Very specifically, using basically exactly those words. Oh, except I think she spelled out that she wanted me to make sure she was helpless to resist me.”

I paused for a moment or two, to give her a chance to respond. When she instead stared up at me with an expression somewhere between anxiety and excitement, I nodded once and said, “Good. Same rules as last night—at any point, you can change your mind, I don’t care if I’m thirty seconds away from emptying my balls in her ass, you can just speak up and tell Zarina that you think she’s less worthwhile because she has my dick up her butt. Until then, though, you’re going to get naked and have a front-row seat. You don’t have to say anything, you don’t have to participate, but you do have to be there as she receives her reward.”

Tzila swallowed and said nothing. She remained frozen at near attention for a few moments, then her trembling hands reached down and she began to mechanically strip. I didn’t stay to watch her, but instead stepped around to head towards my bedroom door, as Zarina crawled on hands and knees to join me.

* * *

The head of my cock nudged against Zarina’s asshole and she moaned into the mattress.

The wizard had started on all fours, and her knees were still planted on the sheets with her ass in the air, but I’d pulled her arms one by one behind her back and held them there with one hand, which left her unable to support her torso. She’d turned her head to the side and her cheek was now pressed into the blankets beneath her, face down and ass up in the middle of my bed.

My hips pressed forward and I felt her tight little ring resist for a moment, then begin to relax. I took my time, letting her rediscover the size of my cock as it pushed against the well lubricated entrance to her back door.

I was in no rush.

For one thing, what Zarina had requested that morning was that I gag her, hold her arms behind her back, and bend her over, then ‘use my tight little butthole like its whole purpose is to take your dick.’

For another thing, we were being watched. I glanced over to my left. Tzila sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed. There was a small blanket folded beside her with a pillow resting on top of it, and a book resting on the covers in front of her, but otherwise the royal Jinn was naked and unadorned. Again, I’d been surprised at the difference in our cultural standards—when I’d told her she’d be spending the evening naked, she’d simply stripped—but while she’d ostensibly set out to continue reading Tolkien while Zarina offered me her ass, I’d caught her eyes lingering on the painfully erect length of my cock as I knelt behind the wizard and got into position.

I don’t think Tzila even realized that her right hand had drifted down into her lap. She might have been trying to pay attention to the book in front of her, but her electrum eyes had spent half of the last five minutes watching Zarina prepare herself for me. Even from several feet away I could see the evidence of the Jinn’s arousal—not only were the pierced tips of her breasts standing at crinkled attention, but between her parted thighs I could see the dewy moisture that coated the thick lips of her dark-furred pussy. Before I could tear my eyes from the sight, I caught a glimpse of gold—above the swollen nub of her clit sparkled a bead of gleaming metal, evidence that her nipples weren’t the only thing the Jinn had pierced. It was only when her fingers finally drifted down to break my line of sight that I was able to turn my attention back to Zarina.

I pushed forward a little more, and the head of my dick finally popped through her tight ring of muscle. That drew a moan from the wizard, and I paused there to give her a few moments to adjust to the feeling of my dick inside her ass.

After Zarina outlined her plan that morning, I’d asked her, “You’re sure? You want me to gag you, bend you over, and fuck your ass in front of Tzila?”

“Yes.”

“I get that you aren’t, you know, worried about how you’ll be perceived, but you’re OK with having an audience for something that is about as intimate as it gets?”

The smile that had touched her lips had been positively wicked, and she’d answered my question with one of her own. “Master, have I never told you why I like it when you fuck my ass?”

“I mean, I’ve kinda gathered that you really enjoy it. You haven’t exactly been, um, shy about telling me that. I’m pretty sure I’ve made my own feelings on the matter clear as well, so I hadn’t really…”

When I trailed off there, she had been more than happy to spell it out.

“Jack, I’m a powerful wizard from one of the oldest continuous families of wizards alive on the planet right now. One of my ancestors was literally the richest person to have ever lived. To top that off, even though my mom and dad did their best to let me live the life I wanted, there has also been a constant pressure for me to carry on the line—to bear an heir worthy of the Malle name.”

As serious as she had been, it had been all the more shocking when she had followed it up by stating, “So of course it’s incredibly hot when you just bend me over and take my ass. No one gets to do that, no one has ever gotten to do that, except for you. I was scared to death of getting pregnant with my first boyfriend, and while there’s spells that are more effective than any condom, it was way too embarrassing to ask my mom to teach them to me. I know them now, of course, but- don’t get me wrong, I love the way your dick fills up my pussy, but goddamn, Master, the thought of you just using my asshole as nothing more than a toy for your pleasure turns me into a gooey mess.”

My hips met Zarina’s ass as I buried myself to the hilt inside her.

The wizard was gagged, so the sounds that escaped her lips were inarticulate, but they carried their meaning perfectly clearly—she wanted more. I wrapped my fingers around the outside of her hips and started sawing my dick in and out of the slick hole of her rectum.

There still wasn’t any rush, though, so even as Zarina moaned in wordless ecstasy at the feel of my thick cock stretching out her backside, I took my time. She’d made it perfectly clear that, as much as she intended this to be another step in forcing Tzila to accept the part of herself that drove her sexual fantasies, she also wanted this to be an actual reward. Given what she’d asked for, it wasn’t exactly a hardship for me to comply.

The same ex-girlfriend who had introduced me to floggers had—at my request—been the first girl I had fucked up the ass. It hadn’t been her first time, so she’d walked me through the preparation and given me guidelines on what to expect, but she also wasn’t exactly enthusiastic about the whole thing. We’d tried it a few times after that, but she just didn’t get enough out of it for anal sex to have become a regular part of my sex life.

When Cindy had arrived in my life, she had been far more eager for me to make myself at home in her tiny little booty. She’d demanded it, in fact, and the first time I’d taken her ass was also the first time I’d invited Aubrette to openly observe us—instead of magically spying from a distance. The Sin Demon delighted in offering me up her forbidden fruit, and would gleefully tease me about how incredible it must look watching my “absolutely fucking massive” cock as it “split open my tight little ass.”

As the slapping sound of skin on skin filled the room, I became filled with the tangibly real sensation of fucking a flesh and blood woman. As much as this was a deliberately performative fucking, there was something incredibly real about the expression Zarina wore. With her arms pinned behind her she was unable to support her upper torso, leaving her to turn her head sideways just to avoid having it smashed into the blankets. My other hand was holding up her hips to keep her ass in the air so I could slam myself against it and bounce off her well rounded globes as I drove myself to the hilt in the tight brown ring of her ass.

And her expression, when I looked down at her face, was not Cindy’s gleefully Sinful exuberance, but one of challenge, as she stared straight back toward my face as if to say, ‘Fucking give it to me.’

I laughed with delight, and for the next few minutes, I forgot all about Jinn and witches and rings as I lost myself in fucking an enthusiastically moaning woman’s ass.

It was a different sound that suddenly pulled me back to reality—a quiet gasping moan that drifted into my ears from my left. I did my best to keep up the pace as I plundered Zarina’s backside, but I turned my head slowly to regard the Jinn I’d commanded to observe.

She was still seated cross legged on the bed, but her left hand had reached up to cover her mouth. Her right, however, was still settled between her legs. It still wasn’t clear if she was aware that she was doing it, because even as her fingers danced with surprising delicacy over the now actively dripping lips of her swollen pussy, her eyes remained locked on the sight of my shaft as its full length disappeared from view over and over as I buried it in the incredibly powerful wizard’s ass.

When Tzila was given a choice between spending the night here, naked, in my bed, as she watched me sodomize the enthusiastically consenting woman, it was because she knew that she couldn’t honestly tell Zarina that she thought that the act made her any less than she was. The wizard was an absolute badass, perceptive, beautiful, and wildly intelligent. She had not only consented to, but specifically requested, the savage treatment she was receiving, and was visibly leaking nectar from her untouched cunt as she came repeatedly with my cock in her ass.

It was more than a little heavy-handed, but Cindy had pointed out—rightly—that the Jinn had an obvious incredible blind spot when it came to her own sexuality, and that I might need to actually and very literally rub her nose in it to get her to understand my point.

What I hadn’t expected was that Tzila would apparently get so turned on by the sight of me simply using Zarina’s asshole as a fleshlight that she’d wind up unconsciously fingering herself to the sight of it. The fact that she’d started biting her lip as she watched me go at it with abandon told me that while her conscious mind might not have caught up to the decisions of her right hand, a different part of her awareness definitely had.

I turned my focus back to the woman I was fucking. The deliberately defiant look on Zarina’s face had faded into one of enthusiastic pleasure. She drooled around her gag as another orgasm rippled through her body and sent the tight ring of muscle that stroked up and down the length of my cock into a series of quivering contractions.

The thought of the royal Jinn succumbing to her desires had hit me like a rush and I felt my balls tighten in response. When, at the same time, Zarina’s asshole started clamping down around me as though doing its best to lock me in place, I found myself suddenly at the edge of orgasm.

I dropped my hold on her arms and they fell limply to either side, but rather than allowing her to slump forward onto the mattress I gripped her hips with both hands and lifted her up off of the mattress to meet me. I slammed myself against her wonderfully rounded ass three times, buried myself to the hilt, and pumped a load of hot cum deep inside her extremely slippery bowels.

I held her in place—ass lifted off of the bed so I could impale her fully on my shaft. With my Sin enhanced strength, I found it surprisingly easy to do, and considering how much Lust I must have been generating then, it was no wonder my body felt juiced up.

Not all of it was mine, either. Zarina continued to twitch and mumble around her gag as the aftershocks of her orgasm hit her, but it was the quiet gasps and moans as Tzila fingered her sopping pussy to a nearly silent—but very intense—climax.

I was still staring at her face as the Jinn’s orgasm faded. She’d scrunched her eyes closed when the pleasure hit her, but as she returned to reality they fluttered open once again. It took a moment for them to snap into focus on the world, but when they did, they locked immediately onto mine.

And she absolutely knew, for certain fact, that I had just witnessed her fingering herself to orgasm as she watched me fuck another woman in the ass.

It was interesting to watch her put the pieces together—I could all but see it happen moment to moment as her expression turned to one of horror, which almost immediately melted into one of shame. Before that could melt fully into humiliation, though, her eyes seemed to again take in the woman on her knees in front of me. They flicked to me, then back to her, then back to me again, and the glowing irises widened when she saw my face.

I wasn’t here to humiliate her. I wouldn’t think less of her for her kinks, and neither would anyone else. Not here, anyway, and here is where Tzila was. Or could be, at least, if she wanted.

For a moment, a smile hovered at the edge of the not-princess’ face, before a look of doubt fell across it. She frowned, but then a moment later she appeared to sink deeply into thought. She pulled the blanket up to cover her chest, but gave no sign of being aware of my actions when I slipped out of the bed. Tzila’s eyes remained fixed at the wall when I snagged the small pack of chocolates I’d set aside for Zarina earlier, and she made no sound when I turned off the light and made my way back to the bed.

I fed the wizard her treat as I cuddled up against her. She’d managed to work enough feeling into her arms already that she had removed the gag on her own, and I alternated feeding her a bit and kissing her, until the sweet was gone and she was drowsily relaxed against the pillows.

The wizard seemed spent and happily immobile, but I knew she basically always tucked her nimbus of hair in one of a seemingly endless supply of various silk wraps and bonnets which she kept dispersed through all the bedrooms in the apartments. To spare her from having to rouse, I fetched a simple black one with a broad band, and pulled it carefully over her slightly squished mass of curls. She smiled sleepily and murmured, "What a thoughtful white boy." I laughed quietly as I snuggled into bed alongside her.

I eventually drifted off to sleep with Zarina’s head resting on my shoulder, while Tzila slowly turned and shifted on the bed until her back pressed up against my feet.