When I woke in the morning, there was no sign of Tzila in my bed.

Her absence didn’t surprise me. Even after whatever moment we’d shared the night before, the Jinn had to be feeling conflicted. The orders I had given her the night before had kept her in my bed until morning, but the sun was well up in the sky by the time I managed to pull myself out from Zarina’s arms.

After the relatively ruthless way I’d granted her reward the night before, I had stayed up to make sure the wizard was doing OK. When I had climbed under the covers beside her after tucking her in and turning off the light, it had been to discover myself wrapped in the embrace of a drowsily affectionate Wizard who had promptly snuggled up into my chest and fallen asleep. I had taken that as a good sign and simply wrapped my arm around her.

The fact that she hadn’t wanted to relinquish my embrace the morning after told me that I was probably right to do so. I gently slipped my body free of her arms, tucked the blankets back in, and left her to doze while I snuck out towards the kitchen.

When I emerged from the bedroom I closed the door quietly behind me, then turned towards the coffee maker. Aubrette had—despite my protests—purchased a French press thing which she insisted was somehow better than my regular morning brew, but that required that you heat up a bunch of water, then soak your coffee grounds in it for- I forget, exactly.

If she wanted to make coffee for me, she was welcome to use it, but I’d refused to get rid of the well worn automatic coffee maker that occupied the end of the counter in the kitchen.

The fact that the coffee pot was full was a blessing, but also something of a mystery—despite acceding to my demands to retain my knock-off Mister Coffee, the Sidhe usually did actually take it upon herself to make coffee for me, using her fancy glass and metal cylinder. I could see her mass of curly red hair as she sat on the couch whispering quietly with Tzila, but the fact that she hadn’t gone ahead with her fancy coffee ritual told me that whatever it was the two were discussing, she found it highly engaging.

That they both stopped their hurried whispers the moment I stepped into view was more than a little concerning. I saw Aubrette’s brilliant blue eyes narrow at me for a moment as though assessing me, then she turned back towards Tzila, leaned close, and started murmuring directly into her ear.

I rolled my eyes and padded across the carpet to the kitchen to pour myself a cup of coffee. After making it drinkable with the addition of milk and sugar, I pulled a chair out from beneath the table with my foot, spun, and plopped my butt down.

For the next half hour I checked emails, doomscrolled through the news, and sipped my coffee. I fired off a couple emails, left a text from my mom about some distant cousin’s wedding on ‘read’, and scheduled a trip out to Phil’s place to work on a new project car he’d found. I’d never even heard of ‘Talbot-Lago’ as a manufacturer, but apparently the old man had found a salvage crew who had towed a rusted out frame of one from the bottom of some river.

I let him know that there was no way in hell I could guarantee anything I did would work, but told him that as long as he didn’t hold it against me if nothing happened, I was down to try. He even sweetened the deal by offering me a cut of the profit when he sold it if it did. Again—no frame of reference to what that might work out to, but mostly I just liked the way the dude’s face lit up when he talked about his cars. I’d say they were like his babies, but I was more than familiar with his daughter, and I’m pretty sure there was no comparison.

The dude really liked his cars, but he loved his baby girl.

And, finally, I got a text from Rachel, telling me that the sellers of the house had accepted my offer. There was some paperwork that needed to be signed to make things official, but unless something really unexpected happened, things were going to move forward with me buying the house.

By then, my caffeine had kicked in, and Zarina finally stumbled sleepily out of the bedroom. She wore some quite frankly adorably oversized purple silk pajamas and a pair of fluffy slippers, and I would have sworn that they hadn’t been in my bedroom the night before.

I assumed it was a wizard thing.

She wandered over towards me and I rose from the table so I could pour her a cup of coffee. When she was sipping at it happily, I leaned in and brushed my lips across her cheek, then rose and walked across the living room to where the Jinn and Sidhe noblewomen were talking. Even their hushed murmuring died off again as I approached, but the look on Aubrette’s face wasn’t actually upset or offended that I had interrupted. Instead, if I had to sum up the expression on her face in a single word, it would have been ‘scheming’. Her gaze swept over me as though fitting me for a suit in her head, but I had an uncanny feeling that it wasn’t a physical outfit she had in mind, but a role in a plot.

Or, maybe, a story.

Tzila, on the other hand, looked- I studied her face for a moment, and her glowing eyes stared back up at me. She looked nervous, but determined. Resolute. I nodded at her, and she nodded back, then hazarded a very slight smile.

“Hah. No, we’re not doing this, like this. I don’t think you’re a ‘nervous’ person, and we’re not going to be the kind of family that pussyfoots around an issue. There’s been too much of that already. C’mon. Zarina’s up, you head into the bedroom. I’ll meet you there, there’s something we need to talk about.” My hand extended towards the Jinn as I stepped up in front of her.

She stared up at me for a moment, then the smile grew slightly wider. She nodded again to acknowledge the point, slapped her palm against my forearm, and let me help lift as she pulled herself up off the couch. I stepped back to give her room, and she confidently strode over towards my bedroom.

I followed after, but lingered long enough at the kitchen table to down the last of my lukewarm coffee in a single shot before I stepped in after her.

“I get what you’re trying to do, Jack.”

Tzila leaned back on her arms as she sat on the edge of my bed, with her feet not quite touching the carpet below. It occurred to me that I had literally never seen her actually wear shoes, but her feet were surprisingly dainty and smooth—one of the perks of most of her travel being via flight, perhaps.

Her tone wasn’t exactly accusatory, but there was an obvious note of desperation to it.

“With- with Cindy, and Zarina. With the choices that you’re giving me, using the magic that binds me to force me to confront my own preferences. My own desires. I’m- I’m stubborn, Jack, not stupid.”

My back was leaned up against the wall next to my closet. I’d asked the Jinn to join me here not because I wanted to intimidate her—though even as I suggested it I realized how it might have seemed to her—but because I wanted to give her the chance to talk through things in private. I wasn’t sure how exactly it was going to go, but I doubted that an audience would make it any easier.

I held up both of my hands palm up at the Jinn for a moment, but then turned the gesture into a shrug. “Never thought you were. The point of this isn’t to be subtle, or sneaky about it. I’m not trying to give you the soft sell, right now. I tried that, and I don’t think it really worked. What I do think is that you’re smart enough that you can tell exactly where this is going, up to and including having already figured out what you’re going to choose.” I found it surprisingly easy to maintain my confident expression as I stared into the Jinn’s eyes. Once, I might have found them intimidating, but the way they widened as they gazed back at me seemed to soften Tzila’s features, and I found it suddenly difficult to look away.

“I- I do not know. I cannot know. Jack- I-“ Her eyelids snapped shut suddenly and a brief expression of anguish tore across her face, before she took in a long, shuddering breath. When she continued, her usually airy voice was somehow clearer, as though someone had turned a key on a musical instrument and suddenly brought it into tune.

“I have spent centuries in the service of mankind, after being raised for only a few short decades among the people who told me that I was among the best, the most worthy. Proximity to the throne was the greatest good, and everyone else but common rabble. The- the thought that consorting with a mortal would be something that could be done at all, let alone found enjoyable is-“ She shook her head without opening her eyes, “-unthinkable.”

My head shook from side to side even before she finished her sentence. “No. It’s perfectly thinkable, it’s just not what you were taught was right. But the thing is, the people who taught you that are thousands of miles and thousands of years away from you. If you say that you really want to get back to them and lead your people to glory, or whatever, and we find a way to free you so you can get to it, I won’t stand in your way. Until then, though, you’re stuck with me. Or with whoever it is that has the ring, but you might as well try to make the best of your situation while you’ve got the chance.”

“Jack- who am I, if I am not the daughter of King Aylimas, thirty-seventh in line for the Throne of Brass?”

My lips curled into a smile as I pushed myself off of the wall to walk across the room. I turned and plopped down on the bed next to the Jinn and mirrored her pose by leaning back on my hands behind me. “Well, you could try just being Tzila. You’re- Cindy tells me that your people are of unchanging nature. That you, like she and Aubrette, are what you are, and that can never change. But the thing is, I’ve seen your nature. You’re smart, you like to tell stories, you’re stubborn beyond reason, you like to challenge people when they make assumptions, and I don’t think you’ve ever backed down from a fight. That’s your nature. The whole Throne of Brass thing is just what people told you.”

“And what if- my people- what if my father finds out?”

“I mean- we’ll figure that out if it comes up, but for now- fuck him. He’s not here, if he’s in a position to judge his daughter, but not to free her, I don’t see how his opinion matters much.” The shocked look on Tzila’s face was genuinely priceless. For a good thirty seconds she was frozen absolutely still, with her eyes wide and her mouth parted in a nearly perfect ‘o’ as my words hit her.

Then she giggled, and the clear sound of her voice was music to my ears. “Yes. Yes, fuck him. I can- I can enjoy myself if I want to. And besides-“ Her eyes suddenly opened wide and shot towards my face as she added in a suddenly suggestive whisper, “-if I am forced to serve this common man by magic, he can hardly hold me at fault for whatever way my body is ravaged by the- the- endless rampant Lusts of my demon-consorting Master.”

I reached over to wrap my fingers around the center of her thigh. Through the soft fabric of her simple loose cotton pants, I could feel the thick muscles beneath my fingers as I squeezed her leg with sudden and deliberate intimacy.

She froze. Tzila’s eyes grew wide once more as I casually laid my hand on her. When I felt a faint tremor run through her body but she made no move to either pull away or embrace me I deliberately leaned in close and put my lips right against her ear. “If at any point you want me to stop, I order you to say the word ‘red’. If at any point you need me to pause, I order you to say the word ‘yellow’. Do you understand?”

When she nodded, I pushed myself up and onto my feet, then stepped around in front of her. I leaned in until my face was mere inches from hers, then whispered simply, “I’m going to kiss you.”

And then, without waiting for a response, I did. My lips claimed Tzila’s and a moment later, I let my tongue push them to sample the taste of her mouth. Cinnamon greeted me, as did her tongue, which slid against my own as she began to moan against me.

My hands reached out and wrapped around her waist to pull her up into me as I passionately kissed the Jinn princess until she was panting for breath against me. When I finally pulled my lips from hers, she gasped in a long breath and stared at me with heavy hooded eyes. I took half a step back and let my gaze roam up and down her body, then leaned forward and slipped my hand under the loose hem of her shirt. The skin my fingers encountered was silky smooth, but the muscles beneath it rippled as she sucked in another breath.

“Because, princess, let me be perfectly clear—I do mean to have my way with you.” I began to walk my fingers up slowly, inch by inch, which drew another surprisingly girlish giggle from Tzila as I hit an apparently ticklish spot, before the laughter cut off in a sudden gasping moan as I pushed my hand higher and sank my fingers into the firm flesh of her breast. I could feel her nipple pressing into my palm, stiff and crinkled and erect. I could also feel the beads on either end of the barbell that pierced it, and I spent a few moments with my fingers relaxed while I rubbed my palm in slow circles just to feel the way the piercing moved.

Glowing gold-and-silver eyes peered up at me through thick lashes that batted rapidly. “So the fact that you haven’t asked me to stop, or even slow down-“ I caressed my way along the soft skin of her breast until I caught her right nipple between my thumb and index finger, then squeezed gently. She gasped again and flinched, but didn’t pull away. “-means you must want this human to have my way with you. And, not just that-“

I pinched again, still gently, but this time I gave her nipple an experimental tug. My eyes broke from hers so I could look down and see the upturned pink nipple stretch out a little as she let out a shockingly lewd moan. “-but you know full well that I intend to find out more about those fantasies you described. You know, the ones where I- what did I do?”

When I released her nipple it snapped back into shape, and Tzila’s entire body rippled as a shudder ran through her that ended in a slow roll of her hips. “Oh, right, I think you said something about me making you earn the privilege of my mortal cum in your royal Jinn womb. I believe begging was involved, but also other things that I found sexy or entertaining?”

Her shirt fell back into place as I caressed my way down across her tightly muscled belly. When my fingertips encountered the waistband of her simple cotton pants, I pushed my way beneath them and she bucked her hips up to meet me. I felt wet heat engulf my fingers as they pushed between her thighs, and I leaned in to press my lips against her ear and whisper, “Because I think that if that’s your fantasy, princess, then I’m happy to make it happen. Assuming, you know, the fact that your royal cunt is gushing royal pussy juices all over my common fingers is because that’s something you’d enjoy.”

Her hips continued to buck and writhe as she did her best to grind her sopping wet lips against my invading hand. And, for a few moments, I let her. Then I deliberately pulled back and removed my hand from between her legs. She all but collapsed back on the bed, breathing hard, as I looked her over and added, “If that’s the case, then I think we’re going to have a good time. That sounds like fun, and I’m looking forward to hearing all of your ideas.”

I stared into her eyes and lifted my fingers to my lips to lick them clean.

Even her pussy juices tasted like cinnamon, and I kept licking until I’d collected every drop with my tongue.

* * *

Rachel proved her worth—and the worth of the high end agency that employed her—by providing contacts that dramatically shortened the purchasing process. We paid more for the convenience, but rather than waiting weeks for inspection and appraisal as might have been typical, both of those were done in a matter of days.

It was less than two weeks after our offer was accepted when the members of my household who hadn’t joined us for our initial tour got the chance to see the now empty property as we performed the final pre-sale walk-through.

I have no idea what went through Rachel’s head when we showed up. The fact that both of the people who had accompanied me on the initial house-shopping trip were girls might not have raised the pretty realtor’s eyebrows, but when half a dozen women surrounded me as I walked up to meet her at the mansion’s door she had to have wondered what was going on.

She was professional enough not to ask, though, so a few minutes later we had scattered into the house—now emptied of furniture—while she wandered in behind in case we needed anything. The purpose of the trip was, officially, to check for any problems that might not have been obvious on my first visit, but unofficially I was using it as an opportunity to let everyone see the place in person so they could get a feel for the layout and we could start to figure out how we were going to use the rooms. There were bedrooms to claim, Zarina needed a study, Rose needed somewhere to sew, and Aubrette was convinced she was going to somehow find a staff of maids to live in the small set of rooms off of the garage.

The Sidhe also reminded me that with the pool and its attached pool house, I would probably need to play host to Stacy for some photoshoots. The influencer’s bread and butter—when she wasn’t traveling in one of Phil’s restored cars to some beach as she had been for the last couple weeks—were pictures taken of her at one expensive house or another while she reclined in a skimpy swimsuit and drank something colorful out of a glass with a paper umbrella. I mentally added ‘prepare for an invasion of bikini-clad influencers’ to my to-do list, then turned towards Tzila and Cindy when the latter beckoned me over.

The Sin Demon demanded to assert her right to be the first one to break in the house, and had apparently already made plans. While Aubrette and Zarina kept Rachel occupied with answering questions at one end of the house, Cindy dragged me into the master bedroom’s spacious closet. Tzila was tasked with keeping watch at the door, and looked far more excited about the duty than I would have expected. Once she signaled the all clear, the blonde demon dropped to her knees, unzipped my pants, and all but dove at my cock. Her purple lips were all over it in moments as she kissed and licked at me until I was standing at full mast.

Once my little Sin Demon determined I was prepared enough, she wrapped her mouth around me and slammed her face forward into my lap while my shaft vanished down her throat. She wasn’t slow, she wasn’t gentle, and she wasn’t loving, but she was extremely enthusiastic as she did her best to empty my balls as quickly as possible.

When she had the choker on, she hadn’t been able to ram me down her throat. Without it, I got to watch the way her neck bulged out as she swallowed my dick in rapid motions with enough force that if it had been anyone else, I would’ve been genuinely concerned about physically harming them.

The body that Cindy wore was all but indestructible, though, and nothing I was going to be able to do with my dick was going to so much as leave a bruise. When I tangled my fingers in her hair and took over fucking her mouth, the Sin Demon responded with wide-eyed enthusiasm. A few minutes later her lips were wrapped around the very base of my cock as I fired the first shot of my cum directly down her throat.

She pulled back quickly to capture the rest of my load in her mouth and, while her cheeks were bulging by the end, managed to avoid spilling so much as a single drop. She slipped her mouth carefully off of my cock to avoid leaking, and all but pranced across the room to where Tzila still stood watch at the door. The Sin Demon tapped her on the shoulder to get her attention, then grabbed the Jinn’s neck and pulled her down for an open-mouthed kiss.

The wide-eyed expression on Tzila’s face told me that she hadn’t expected to have a load of cum snowballed into her mouth. A tiny dribble of it escaped the corner of her lips as Cindy broke free and released her, but she neither fled nor swallowed her sudden mouthful.

Then the little blonde reached up to pat Tzila’s bulging cheek and ordered, “Be a good girl and go give that to Rose.” Glowing golden eyes shot over toward me for confirmation and I hesitated. This wasn’t exactly something that I had planned, but the look on the princess’ face wasn’t actually unhappy, and Cindy had an uncanny sense for what turned people on.

I nodded, and Tzila turned promptly to head out into the house in search of the busty little cumslut of a Puca. I wasn’t sure how she intended to communicate when she reached Rose, but the sound of the Jinn’s bare feet faded into the distance as she vanished off down the hallway.

Cindy licked her lips as she walked back to where I stood just inside the closet. When she returned, her delicate hands reached out to tenderly tuck my softening cock back into my pants and zip them up, before delivering a few affectionate pats to the front of my jeans.

The Jinn’s behavior over the past week and a half had been a sharp contrast to her manner before. After the heart to heart that resulted in our first kiss I believe she had fully expected to be bent over every available surface and used for my common human pleasure. When I didn’t, but had instead kept her sleeping naked at the foot of my bed while I rotated through my other partners, I had the pleasure of watching her realize that I fully intended to make her live through her fantasies.

The expression on the Jinn’s face as she touched herself to the sight of me fucking Rose's tits had been one of tortured longing. When, two nights later, Sara and I had informed Cindy that we were going to use her and that we had each claimed a hole, Tzila had started fingering herself before we had even finished stripping off our clothes.

I had filled the Sin Demon’s pussy with my cum while she moaned into Sara’s cunt. When I slipped myself free and turned toward the Jinn, the look on my face told me that she was certain that her turn had finally arrived.

It hadn’t. Instead, I’d pushed her hand aside and slid two fingers into her absolutely sopping cunt. As Sara had leaned forward to bury her face between Cindy’s slender thighs, I had plunged my fingers in and out of Tzila’s spasming channel as I whispered in her ear, “Shave this the next time you shower. I want you to keep your royal Jinn cunt nice and smooth for when I decide to use it.” She had cum so hard on my hand that she’d actually collapsed against my chest, and I had to hold her up as she spasmed against me.

And yet, outside of the bedroom that submission was nowhere to be seen. Instead, Tzila had gone from occasional storyteller and challenger of opinions to one of the more vocal members of the group. Given that no one with me was particularly shy—except perhaps Aubrette—that was saying something. The contrast in her response to me was incredible as well—all but overnight, she went from cool tolerance when speaking to me to warm smiles and fluttering eyelashes.

It was honestly kind of adorable—the princess had a crush on me.

The fact that said crush apparently resulted from the intersection of her desire to be treated with respect and also used as a living sex toy didn’t detract from how cute it was—particularly when she found an excuse to sit next to me on the car ride over to Phil’s place while she showed me the research she had done on the car I was going to attempt to help restore.

The cleaning ritual hadn’t worked, exactly—at least, not as the old merchant trader hoped. When the ritual circle was drawn and I’d completed the lighting of the final incense, the rust started to dissolve from the frame, but it wasn’t replaced with new clean steel. It would save him a few steps in the restoration process, but hadn’t been the miracle Phil had hoped for.

An hour after we had arrived at what was to be my new home, everyone re-convened at the front door. We had a brief conversation as everyone shared their findings, but since nothing we’d identified was a deal-breaker, I wound up signing some papers for Rachel and we headed home, one step closer to buying a house.

* * *

The prospect of starting the next chapter of my life was a heady rush. While there was a part of me that worried about a future living in the kind of house I had literally only dreamed about as a child, it was hard not to be excited about the way that things were going.

The drive home had started with a buzz of conversation as we talked through the things we would need to do to make the house livable. The things at the top of my list were simple—furniture, and utilities—but not everyone who rode in my car had their concerns as grounded in such simple mundane concerns.

Cindy’s hands gesticulated in graphically lewd motions as she spoke. The demon’s bright green eyes were wide as she stared into the distance and painted one colorful picture after another of the depravities she had planned.

She had been going on for about ten minutes when we parked, having gotten started when Aubrette made a casual comment about the need to come up with a standard set of duties for everyone in the household, that they might properly fulfill their role in their service to her Lord.

As she had suggested to me the other day, the Sidhe already had a suggested list of those filled out, as well as titles for the roles that everyone would fill. That, by itself, might not have set the Sin Demon off, except that Tzila had quite casually inquired if taking care of my sexual needs was included on the roster.

“I simply wish to clarify, of course. If your list of duties does not include managing your Liege-Lord’s bedwarmers, that is of course your prerogative as his steward but I would think that removing that burden from his shoulders would be well within your grasp.”

Since the fourth person with us in the car with us was Cindy, the Sin Demon had leapt on that chance to join the conversation by detailing—while Aubrette took a worrying amount of notes—the increasingly implausible and over the top suggestions for which specific roles would need to be included in ‘the rota.’

Things might even have stopped there if the other car hadn’t pulled into the parking lot at just about the same time as us. The reactions Cindy got were starting to wear thin as there were only so many ways she could lasciviously describe ‘under the table maid service’ before it became repetitive, so she was gradually winding down. Before she finished completely, though, Rose emerged from the other car just in time to catch on to what the Sin Demon was doing, at which point the Puca enthusiastically joined in.

What had started as a nearly innocent question from Tzila snowballed from there as slender demon and busty fairy began to play off against each other. Where Cindy’s suggestions had been almost disturbingly realistic and grounded, Rose felt no such restraint. The Sin Demon had, by her nature, been trying to engender Lust in me. The Puca took things to another level by interjecting humor, and we went from Cindy’s ‘wakeup blowjob duty’ to the idea of a monthly contest to determine first right to pick which duties everyone would fulfill.

They spent a while bandying about various possible contests they could hold for me to judge, which started simple with ‘best blowjob’ and ‘nicest thing to find in my bed’ but quickly grew more and more complex.

When I tried to interject and point out that there was absolutely no way in hell I was ever going to agree to judge any sort of contest where I would be asked to objectively score the quality of sex with one woman against another, I got about half a dozen words in before Rose calmly spoke over me to tell me to keep my mouth shut.

“Master Jack, sir, while I of course respect your opinion on the matter, I’m afraid that now isn’t the time for that. I’ll need you to leave this matter to us, and when we’re ready for you to weigh in, we’ll let you know. Now go be a good boy and Augur in the corner, or whatever it is that you usually do.”

I stared in wide-eyed and open-mouthed shock at the Puca as she returned her attention to Cindy and casually picked up where they had left off. “-so anyway, as I was saying, we’ll need to figure out what kind of cadence or cycle we run these on. Obviously no one is going to be happy with only being scored on their blowjobs once, but it’ll get boring if that’s the only thing we do. I’m thinking we make that an annual contest, we can have a whole ceremony around it…”

Just as my shock wore off and I prepared to open my mouth again, Zarina smoothly interjected into the conversation, “You’ll have a far easier time keeping things sustainably fresh if you form a solid structure, but then allow some room for creativity. For example, while your annual blowjob contest might be a fine tradition to implement, for the other eleven months of the year I would instead recommend creating an annual calendar ahead of time to give us time to prepare. That way you don’t have to limit yourself to improvised performances. With advanced notice, you can let topics get far more complex. For example, instead of merely asking Jack to tell you whose pussy he liked cumming in the most, we could each design an evening where we tried to embody the theme of ‘relaxation’ or ‘decadence’. That way he isn’t scoring our sexual skills, per se, but instead judging how well we fulfilled the requirements.”

The sassy response I had been prepared to fire at Rose faded from my mind as I turned to regard the wizard in shock. From Cindy I expected this kind of behavior. Rose was hardly a surprise—the Puca loved to escalate things when she had the chance—but this was the first time Zarina had publicly contributed to the Sin Demon’s excesses. The wizard was usually content to keep herself coolly aloof from this kind of over-the-top lasciviousness—she’d participate in any conversation in which she felt that she had applicable expertise, but Cindy rarely needed any help in that regard, so Zarina hadn’t ever really felt the need to interject.

“For example, if we stuck with ‘relaxing’ as a theme, we could each pick one evening that month. Since we would know the topics ahead of time, we could secure whatever props or cooperation we required to attempt to provide Jack with the most relaxing evening we can manage. He doesn’t need to give The Judgment of Paris, he just needs to tell us how relaxed he feels at the end of each night.”

My eyes narrowed as I stared at the wizard, but she was very deliberately not looking at me as she locked eyes with Cindy, and the Sin Demon’s expression was absolutely gleeful as Zarina continued, “So if one of us wanted, we’d could try to convince whoever else we want to help us. If you, Cindy, thought that the most relaxing thing was to bury Jack in naked women as they serviced him sexually without him needing to lift a finger you could, but you’d need to convince probably two or three others to crawl into bed with you. Naturally, since this would be your idea, you’d be the one who got credit at the end of the night, but I think you could secure some enthusiastic cooperation because any of the rest of us might need your help in turn the following month. There’s no reason for Rose to try to sabotage Aubrette’s efforts through lackadaisical performances in bed when she’s going to need her help the next month with a Fae on Fae show.”

Zarina began to swivel her head slowly as she made eye contact, one at a time, with everyone in the room except me. “It’s the Prisoner’s Dilemma, for those of you who are familiar with that, and the way to the best result there is always through cooperation with your cohorts.”

Just as I managed to part my lips to speak, Aubrette cut in smoothly to note, “We do not need Jack to even be the one to judge if he is uncomfortable doing so. My Lord is a gracious and humble man, and I doubt that he would be able to render fair judgment on the topic. Instead, we could create a committee to judge each contest. We would need to rotate the committee members, of course, to ensure that things remained fair. I believe three is the minimum members of the panel we could allow so that the judges could still participate in the contest. A single judge would obviously open us up to the possibility of bias, two judges still have that problem when judging each other, but with three we have two still available to judge the performance of the third.”

“Traitors, all of you!”

I rose in mock indignation and walked over to the kitchen to grab a drink. In truth at this point I was like- eighty, maybe ninety percent certain they were just fucking with me, though the Sinful gleam in Cindy’s eye left the rest of me somewhere between horny and concerned.

Particularly when Aubrette made eye contact with Zarina and the wizard—ignoring my outburst entirely—nodded along and added, “Obviously eroticism is going to be a key measure, and Jack has made it quite clear how much he likes being surrounded by horny willing women. Sincerity and enthusiasm are going to be critical, so we’ll need to make sure that we all agree on the topics well ahead of time. It’s no good having the contest be ‘most creative use of Sin Demon pussy’ for a month if that means Rose doesn’t get to swallow Master’s cum the whole time. We’ll need to make sure that all of us find the contest exciting and entertaining, so I don’t know that Jack’s input will even be needed.”

I grabbed a beer and popped the top off with my thumb, then lifted it to my lips to chug half of it in a single pull. My dick might have been fully on-board with the topic of conversation, but my heart was-

Actually, my heart was doing pretty great. Everyone was smiling—even Tzila, though the Jinn was leaned up against the door frame of my bedroom as she watched without participating. My eyes lingered on her as Rose jumped back into the conversation to begin suggesting contest topics, and I lost the thread of the Puca’s words as I drank in the sight.

The bound princess had worn yoga pants and a tight crop-top that showed off her toned abdomen for our trip to check out the mansion, but her pants were nowhere to be seen now. Her breasts were still contained in the tightly-stretched red fabric of her top, but from the navel to the floor, the only thing that covered her was a tiny scrap of dark green silk between her well-muscled legs.

She noticed me looking at her and froze like a deer in headlights, then she squirmed subtly as her thighs rubbed together and a grin spread across my lips. I tuned out the ongoing conversation as Sara joined in to pitch her ideas for holiday themes, in favor of stalking across the room to stand before the Jinn.

Metallic eyes locked with mine for a moment before—to my surprise—Tzila pushed herself off of the door frame and into my chest. Her lips found mine and I wrapped my arms around her as the delightfully firm curves of her body molded themselves against me. When, a moment later, she broke her mouth away, it was only for long enough to whisper, “I would do all of those things and more, my Master, if you but gave me the command.” The taste of cinnamon filled my mouth as I claimed her lips again, and I lost myself in the feel of her embrace.

I pulled back a moment later to glance about the room.

The look on Zarina's face told me that not only had she watched me kiss the Jinn, she thought I shouldn’t stop there. Her eyes were slightly wide, and she made an insistent little shooing gesture with her hand as she tried to avoid drawing attention from the others. Aubrette caught that look, but was much more controlled in her reaction as she scanned across the room to spot the princess in my arms. I had little doubt that she would find some opportunity to spy on us, but for the moment she returned to the conversation without giving any sign of what was happening.

I pushed my way past Tzila and pulled her into my bedroom before anyone else could spot us, and the door swung shut behind us with a convenient gust of wind as we slipped out of sight.

I spun the Jinn around until her back was against the wall the moment we stepped into my bedroom, then leaned in and pinned her against the wall with my body. The Jinn’s arms wrapped around me as I devoured her mouth, and a moment later I felt her bare muscular leg as she hooked it around behind me and pulled my body forward.

A chuckle escaped my lips as I caught myself against the wall with my right hand. “Naughty princess,” I admonished softly while I laid my palm on Tzila’s bare stomach, then slid my fingers up along her silky skin until my fingertips pushed beneath the tight fabric of her little red shirt.

A gasp escaped her lips when my fingers wrapped around the fullness of her breast, then found her nipple. I teased the pierced nub back and forth for a moment, then leaned in and claimed her mouth again as she moaned in response.

I spent the next few minutes tasting the Jinn’s mouth as her sweet tongue slid against my own. The stiff little nub in my fingers bent and squeezed at my touch, which only drove Tzila to moan throatily against me and buck her hips in an attempt to rub herself against my body.

That told me that she was ready for more. I leaned down and tapped into the Lust flowing through me to easily sweep the princess off her feet and into my arms. She let out a gasping giggle at the sudden motion and then, no more than a moment later, I was the one gasping in surprise as I discovered that she literally weighed nothing as she nestled into my arms.

The Jinn’s skin remained as soft as ever, but where the curves of her body nestled into my arms and chest, there was suddenly no sensation of weight at all. A moment later I realized what had happened, and what Tzila had done, and I laughed in delight as I spun the literally weightless and giggling princess around in a circle, before smoothly stepping forward and laying her gently on top of the covers at the side of my bed.

The moment Tzila’s back hit my bed, the mood changed. The sound escaping her lips shifted suddenly from quiet laugh to breathy moan. Her head dropped back to stare at the ceiling as a ripple of motion rolled down her body from her midsection and into her hips. I stared at her with naked desire on my face, then began to stalk forward, crawling onto the bed and covering her body with mine until I was staring down into her glowing eyes as she stared, open-mouthed and panting up at me.

“Strip.” The moment I gave the command to the Jinn I felt a gust of hot wind wash over me for the span of a heartbeat, before vanishing just as suddenly into stillness again. The room felt all the colder for the fact that, while Tzila was in fact naked now, my skin also felt contact with nothing but centrally controlled apartment air.

My left eyebrow crept up my face as I stared down towards the Jinn, and she bit her lower lip and fixed her gaze on my mouth instead of meeting my eyes. A moment later, without prompting, she shared, “I put them into the winds. They’ll be there when I call for them again.”

“That’s convenient.” I planted my hands on either side of Tzila’s head for balance as I lifted one of my legs and very deliberately used it to push her knees apart. They moved quickly as she realized what I wanted, and soon I was kneeling between the princess’ thighs with the length of my cock resting atop the thick swollen lips of her freshly shaved cunt.

There was no stopping the feral grin that found its way onto my lips when I felt how absolutely scorching hot her sopping wet lips were against my shaft, and I spent a moment slowly rocking my hips just to slide the length of my shaft along her pussy and revel in the heat that she gave off.

When Tzila moaned in sudden desperate need, I lowered myself on my arms until my lips brushed against the Jinn’s ear, then whispered hotly, “Before I go any further, princess, I have a very important question for you.”

My words hit Tzila like a hammer, and her stomach clenched as her hips rolled up to buck off of the bed and grind herself more firmly against my cock in response to my words, but she bit back her moan before it escaped to whisper in a tight voice, “Yes, my Master? What would you- know?”

I flexed my thumb and brushed it over the silver ring I wore as I tapped into its magic to command, “Answer me as truthfully as you are able. Tzila—do you want me to put my big human cock inside your shockingly hot and wet little cunt so I can fuck you until I fill you with my extremely lower-middle-class seed?”

Her hips spasmed again as she ground herself along the length of my cock once more, but after a few seconds of unsuccessfully attempting to line herself up and slide onto my dick the answer tore itself free of her mouth, “Yes, my Master. Fuck—yes!”

I pulled my hips back and felt myself notch into place, then slid forward as I sank myself, inch by inch, into the boiling depths of Tzila’s cunt.

It was exquisite torture. The folds of the cunt that embraced me were silky smooth and rippled around me as I plunged myself inside her, but she was so hot that I had to pull my hips back a moment later until I nearly slipped free of her folds, all but convinced that if I’d lingered a moment longer I would have burned myself.

She groaned and bucked beneath me in an attempt to draw my cock inside her, and I experimentally dipped my hips forward to dip the first few inches of my dick into her steamy depths, then once more pulled back. The inside of her royal cunt was the hot of an unfamiliar shower, and I had to spend the next few minutes sliding half my length inside her experimentally as I tried to make sure that I would actually grow accustomed to her heat.

Apparently that wasn’t the reaction that she wanted, because Tzila kept wordlessly bucking her hips up at me in an attempt to get me to bury myself inside her, and clearly only giving her half of my dick was somehow wildly insufficient.

I crushed my lips into hers in a kiss that she returned hungrily, then I started to steadily piston my hips to slide the full length of my shaft in and out of her molten lava cunt while she wrapped her arms around my torso so that she could clench her stomach and pull her hips off of the mattress in an attempt to follow me up and prevent the escape of my dick.

What followed was some of the most athletic sex I’d ever had. Tzila’s body could be as light as air one moment, then deliciously solid and weighty as she drove her hips down against mine. The only reason she didn’t run roughshod over me and pin me down against the mattress was that as soon as she tried to flip me over, I let my thumb brush over the metal of the ring. The sudden spasm that ran through her entire body and culminated in her cunt clenching rapidly around me told me that she had responded to the touch on the ring as though my finger had been rubbing somewhere else. As I continued to slide myself steadily inside her, I let my finger experimentally trace a slow circle over the bottom of the ring.

The moan that escaped Tzila’s lips was positively pornographic, and if there was anyone in the living room who wasn’t aware of what was going on in my bedroom before, they probably all knew now.

“Oh, that’s going to be fun.”

It turned out the Jinn was a lot more compliant and happy to move as I directed when I could send her into paroxysms of pleasure with a gentle swipe of my finger.

“Now tell me,” I stared down at Tzila as I spoke, admiring the way the shining gold metal of the barbells that pierced her nipples caught the light as they shook with each impact of my hips against hers. The Jinn was laying on her back, with her ankles locked together behind my waist and her arms folded behind her head, exactly as I’d asked her, while I slammed myself into her at a steady pace.

“-exactly how does this feel, again?”

“Fuck! My Master, it’s like- it’s like every part of my clit at once! It’s never been like this before!”

I was really enjoying the way Tzila responded to my finger on the ring, and for a moment I imagined that I might draw things out and really dwell on the topic of how that felt, but the way her folds embraced me in their wet heat told a very different story. I was going to cum, and soon, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.

“Fuck, Tzila, I’m going to- I’m going to fucking fill you with my cum. Just like- just like you said.”

“Fuck me, Jack, fucking yes!”

The princess’ enthusiastic shouts were probably loud enough for the neighbors above me to hear them, wards or no wards. I slammed myself at home in her depths and felt her boil around me as I emptied my balls deep inside her. Each pulse of my cum was greeted with a spasm of the tight channel that wrapped around me, and the clear ecstasy of the moan that escaped her made the orgasm that seized my body all the sweeter.

A few moments later I returned to my senses to find myself face to face with a Jinn still moaning beneath me. She was doing her best to push her hips up against me as though concerned that if she relaxed, I might somehow find a way to slip my length free of her hungrily grasping cunt.

“What have I awakened?” I asked the question with a gentle tease in my voice, and Tzila responded with a breathy giggle.

“Me, I think, My Master. Maybe the ring too- I meant it when I said it’s never felt like that before.” When I responded by lightly stroking my finger along the ring she shot a look of wide-eyed shock at me, then let out another lasciviously lewd moan. “Fuck, me. If that happens every time your finger touches that ring it’s going to make it very hard to do anything.”

I pulled my hips back and slipped free of her depths. She responded with a quiet whimper, but then collapsed back against the bed when her attempt to follow after me was met with shaky limbs that refused to obey her commands.

A gentle laugh escaped my lips, and I pulled her against my side.

“Thank you, My Master.”

“Mmm. Anytime, princess. And I do mean any. Time.”

She shivered, but the fact that she drew herself to my side told me that it wasn’t with fear.