For about half a minute I remained seated beside Zarina in the heavy silence left in the wake of Tzila’s departure. I felt Cindy’s hand just begin to slip onto my shoulder when a loud report from outside exploded through the stillness. The refrain ‘Please be a car backfiring’ echoed through my head, but I shook it off quickly.

That had been a gunshot, and trying to convince myself otherwise was a waste of time.

Cindy had started moving while I was still processing the sound. The tiny blonde was past Aubrette and at the door by the time I’d started to stand. She stepped outside fearlessly and closed the door behind herself, though, so as Zarina and I approached I pressed my eye to the peephole once more to see what was on the other side. I’d been slow enough that there was no sign of my Sin Demon, nor my recent visitor, though, so I started to reach for the handle.

I was stopped when Zarina laid a hand firmly on my wrist. She chanted first one spell, then another, and then a third, I felt layers of protection settle onto my skin like a slightly too-tight suit. A faint golden glow sparkled around the wizard herself, before gradually fading into transparency. Only when the golden light was gone did she nod and release my wrist.

I took a deep breath to brace myself, then opened the door. There was no sign of anything strange outside, so I stepped across the threshold cautiously, swiveling my head from side to side. There was still no sign of Cindy or Tzila, so I moved into the walkway and began to make my way towards the closest corner of the apartment building and the parking lot just on the other side. As soon as I approached the corner, I saw Cindy—still wearing just my t-shirt even though it was literally freezing out—staring off into the distance.

My brow furrowed and I walked around to join the Sin Demon, Zarina close behind me. Once I was standing beside Cindy, I turned and followed her gaze, trying to figure out what she was looking at. The parking lot connected to an access road, and the highway was not far from there. Across the highway was a gleaming office building about five stories high, its exterior all brightly polished glass that made merging onto the highway in the morning a massive pain in the ass. My bound demon was staring directly into the reflected sunlight, her eyes apparently picking up something that I simply couldn’t make out.

I glanced around and noticed there were a few other people from the apartment complex who had made their way outside in response to the sound, but no one else seemed to have any idea of what caused it. There was no obvious body, no one running away with a gun in hand, so after a couple minutes without any further action, the few people milling around the area turned back to their apartments to resume getting ready for work.

Zarina noticed something before I did, and I heard her begin chanting something under her breath. I’d barely had time to realize it was a spell before a sudden gust of hot wind blasted into me, the temperature entirely at odds with the still freezing temperatures outside, forcing me to take half a step back to brace myself. Cindy seemed unfazed, but Zarina had to grit her teeth and talk through them to complete whatever she was casting.

At first, I thought the wind was a side effect of the wizard’s spell, but a moment later a familiar airy voice cut through the gusting wind. “Mister Puttman, if you’ll open your apartment door and permit me to enter, I have something I believe you’ll find interesting.” There was no sign of Tzila despite her clearly being the one talking, so I connected some dots relatively easily. I glanced at Zarina, who had to raise her voice to be heard clearly. “We have about two minutes of being uninteresting to observers, but they’ll remember what they see later. Let’s move.”

I raised my arm to shield my face from the grit and ice kicked up by the wind, quickly hurrying back around the corner towards my apartment. Zarina kept pace, but Cindy waited until we were a few yards ahead before leaving her sentry post. The hot wind continued swirling around me, but I noticed the bare branches of a nearby tree barely moved until I drew close to them, at which point they began shaking as though caught in a windstorm.

I kept moving until I reached the door to my apartment, then opened it. As I did, I felt the air rushing around me surge forward, the translucent whirlwind suddenly flooding with a storm of blue particles the size of grains of sand, coalescing into the shape of Tzila.

Who was now holding a gun. A massive rifle, to be more specific, complete with an oversized scope and stand attachment, which she rested lightly over her shoulder while looking entirely at ease.

The moment after she materialized, a body thumped to the floor of my apartment at Tzila’s feet. The body was a man wearing a nondescript suit, and unmoving. The body was chest down, but its head was turned at an unnatural angle, facing nearly directly backwards, with the neck obviously broken.

My eyes flitted between the face of the woman who had been negotiating with me just a few minutes before, and the clearly dead body now in my apartment. Tzila raised an eyebrow, giving me a moment to collect myself, before speaking while Zarina and Cindy fanned out to examine the body. “Mister Puttman, this being attempted to fire on me not long after I left your apartment. At first, I thought perhaps he was an enemy of my Mistress, but he had photographs of the four of you, plus two more women I did not recognize.” Tzila gestured with her free hand, the oversized rifle still slung casually over her shoulder. “They are in his breast pocket.”

My Gift showed only a slim sign of danger—probably the result of me putting my own foot in my mouth, if past experience told me anything—so I took my eyes off of my armed visitor and instead looked down. I was about to say that I had no idea who the figure was, but I realized almost immediately that I actually did. I hadn’t placed him instantly, since every time I’d seen the face before, it was on an ID photo, rather than a corpse on my floor, but this was the body of Marco Esposito. The reason I recognized him was that he was one of the ghouls we had marked as a potential target early in our campaign to suss out Duke Cherto’s men. We’d actually discarded Marco as a possibility, because he rarely dealt with large amounts of money, so we weren’t able to determine how much we’d be able to withdraw using his identity without raising suspicion.

Before I could get too wrapped up in thinking through what that meant, Tzila turned. She lifted the large gun off of her shoulder easily, set the butt of it down beside my door and propped the barrel up against the wall with one hand. Facing me once more, she spoke, her voice touched with wry amusement, “I recognize that you informed me of the fact that you were in the middle of a situation, but you were rather sparse on the details. Given what I know now, I believe I understand why you would be reticent about your situation.” She gave me a brief, dry smile that did not touch anything but her lips, then continued. “Consider this a token of my good will. I request that you not allow yourself to be killed until your dealings with my Mistress are concluded, I would prefer to not start negotiations anew.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but had only gotten as far as, “Thank…” before Tzila dissolved. The same swirl of blue particles that had coalesced into her shape minutes before simply poured out of her body into a whirlwind, fading to invisibility as my apartment was buffeted by sudden hot wind. For a few seconds, the wind swirled around me like a dust devil, before abruptly vanishing, the door fluttering in its wake.

I stared at the open door in shock, no trace of my visitor remaining except the very human, very real body—and the massive rifle—she’d left behind. “Fucking… not much for goodbyes, is she?” Zarina answered with a wry chuckle as Cindy dragged the body further inside so we could shut the door.

* * *

Thirty minutes later, Marco was locked in my ritual room to be disposed of after dark. Between Zarina, Cindy, Rose, and Aubrette we had the tools necessary to smuggle a corpse out of the apartment and reduce it to unidentifiable ash somewhere the intense heat of the process wouldn’t start a massive fire. In the meantime, while we waited for the cover of darkness, we re-convened around the kitchen table. Zarina and Aubrette had taken the same seats as last time. When I’d plopped my butt into my own chair, I’d immediately had my lap filled with Sin Demon, as Cindy poured herself in against me and snuggled up. She hadn’t bothered to put on anything more than my t-shirt, and rather than pulling it beneath herself to act as a skirt, she’d deliberately pulled the shirt up to her waist so she could slowly grind her firm backside into my lap.

I did my best to ignore the demon’s provocations, and instead looked to Zarina. “So… thoughts?” The wizard pursed her lips, raising a finger to her mouth to tap against it in thought as she considered her reply.

“If Josina Janssens is the witch controlling the impundulu, the situation is more serious than I initially thought. I’m guessing my grandfather didn’t realize that’s who was headed this way, or he would likely have stuck around to deal with her himself.” She paused, and Cindy used that window of time to wiggle back against my chest. Her fingers slid down between her thighs, groping for my fly to attempt to unzip it.

“OK, I should have asked a while ago, but what is the actual deal with witches? Obviously it’s not just a gender swapped wizards thing, but I’m assuming they aren’t just another kind of magical creature like Fae and demons?” I reached one hand down to push Cindy’s fingers away, but that played directly into her plans, since I had to reach between her thighs to do so. I could feel the heat radiating from her, and her hand immediately stopped trying to undo my fly, instead pressing my fingers back into the lips of her cunt. Even a quick brush of my fingers told me that she was soaking wet, and I didn’t bother to resist the urge to let myself stroke and caress Cindy’s sex while I talked to Zarina.

I hadn’t had the time to position myself close to the kitchen table, so the Sin Demon’s antics—and my response—were blatantly obvious to the other two at the table. Aubrette responded by fixating on my hand, her brilliant blue eyes locking onto my lap where I was fingering Cindy. Zarina’s lips curled up into a smirk, but she didn’t allow herself to be distracted from answering my question. “No. They practice a different type of magic. I don’t actually know enough to tell you if they channel Sin or Glamour or even just use the Arcane a different way from wizards. Hell, it might be something entirely different. What I do know is that their magic works on bargains. They wield very little direct power on their own behalf, but can instead create some kind of leverage over reality. I wouldn’t exactly call it granting wishes, but that’s not entirely in the wrong direction either.”

As Zarina continued explaining, I used my hand to push Cindy’s slender thighs further apart, the Sin Demon complying with the motion instantly. Showing no shame, she pressed her back up against my chest, her hair nuzzling into my chin as she writhed against me. I slid my palm up to her pubic mons, then curled my middle finger in, slipping it past the lips of her slick pussy and began to slowly pump it in and out of her. My focus was mainly still on Zarina, but I occasionally glanced over to watch as Aubrette’s cheeks flushed, her tongue slipping out to wet her lips as she fixated on what I was doing to my bound demon.

“The classic witch bargain is something like being granted youth and beauty in exchange for your firstborn child, but their bargains don’t need to be nearly so straightforward.” She paused there as Cindy stretched her arms up to loop them around my neck, her hips still wriggling to grind her butt against my rising erection. “They can involve clauses and contracts and loopholes that are more similar to the pop culture depiction of how deals with the devil go. They’re also fond of twisting wording around to either give less than their victim thinks, or take more. Grandfather told me about one of Janssen’s victims in particular. We don’t know what he gave her, exactly, but we were able to determine that he wanted to live for a thousand years.” She paused there for effect, her dark brown eyes boring into mine with enough intensity that my motions froze. “She turned him into a baobab tree. His soul was intact, but his mind was gone. He could have lived out thousands of years that way, though, so the bargain was intact.”

I winced. Then Cindy’s hips wiggled, bringing me back to the present, and I resumed sliding my finger in and out of her slick cunt. Then I shook myself slightly, realized I was missing an opportunity, and beckoned Aubrette with my free hand. The redhead started at the motion, flushing more deeply, before rising and walking around the table. I pointed down, and she gracefully slipped onto her knees in front of me. Once she was in place, I nudged Cindy’s thighs slightly farther apart and resumed probing the slick walls of her cunt, now with Aubrette’s face just a few feet away.

“Josina Janssens is…” Zarina shook her head gently, sighing. “She’s not a good opponent to have. If we could get her into a fair fight, I would give us good odds. Cindy is a force to be reckoned with, and witch magic is much less suited for direct conflict than the Arcana I wield. The problem is that she’ll avoid that at all costs. Now that I know she’s involved, I think that whatever possessed Stacy is far more likely to have been one of Janssens’ tools than anything to do with Duke Cherto. I’m pretty sure Tzila is a Jinn, there’s an impundulu out there, plus the possessor, and we’d have to find a way to bypass all three of them, at least, before fighting Josina.”

She paused a moment to consider her own words, then added, “The potentially good news is transporting larger supernatural creatures internationally gets complicated fast. All three of the things we’ve seen have their own means of traveling long distance. That rules out some of the more dangerous things she might have brought with her. Probably no Grootslang or Gbahali or anything like that.”

I flexed my ring finger, slid it inside Cindy beside my middle finger, and began pumping them in and out slowly as she started to moan and writhe in my lap. As I opened my mouth to speak, it occurred to me that my sense of normal had changed dramatically in the last year. Having a slender blonde writhing in my lap while I fingered her, with a tall gorgeous redhead watching from a few feet away wasn't the kind of thing I was going to complain about though, so I shook off that thought and asked, “And… not that I want to, but just to confirm, actually selling her the book is out of the question, right?”

Zarina lifted one eyebrow. “She turned a man into a tree basically for fun. The last time my grandfather chased after her, she turned an entire elementary school class to stone to act as a distraction. Do you want to give her the ability to summon a Sin Demon?”

Before I could answer, Cindy tilted her head back, moaning out, “Me, specifically.” I froze, then tilted my head down to address the demon still gently squirming in my lap. “You? Wait, so the ritual in that book isn’t ‘Summon Sin Demon’, it’s ‘Summon Cindy’?” Since my fingers stopped moving, Cindy started rhythmically squeezing her cunt around them, flexing and gripping at them as though to tempt me into resuming. She answered immediately, “Well, it’s ‘Summon __________’ if you’re going to phrase it like that, but yes.” When the Sin Demon spoke her true name, my brain simply refused to process it, the sounds passing through one of my ears and out the other. Zarina looked slightly nonplussed, but I watched as a tight wince passed over Aubrette’s face. She withdrew slightly, rocking back as though lightly struck. I filed that away for later follow-up, but the current conversation was more urgent.

Also I had a Sin Demon to continue fingering.

“OK, so no. Double no, maybe triple no. Thoughts on what to do? Do we move our schedule up and try to buy a house as fast as we can so Zarina has somewhere proper to set up wards? Call Wizard Malle and see if he’s free? Chase down Janssens and see if we can drive her off?” As I listed off options, I glanced between Aubrette and Zarina. The former was once again transfixed by my hand moving between Cindy’s thighs. The latter was watching with interest, but was clearly focusing on the conversation more.

“All of those. We were holding off on making our move against Duke Cherto because we wanted to play it safe with his defenses. We don’t have that luxury any more. Not only do we need to shore up our defenses so we aren’t exposed to danger every time we go outside, we know Cherto has his eye on us here. We need to get out before he decides it makes more sense to just burn the building down with us trapped inside.” Zarina took a deep breath, sighing. “I’ll try to contact my grandfather. Calling him in might complicate things, but if we can get him to actually show his face, it might drive Janssens off long enough for us to properly secure a house.”

I nodded slowly, my fingers still slowly pumping in and out of Cindy’s slick folds. “OK. Are there any specific preparations we can take against the minions Janssens brought?” I paused briefly, then added, “You think Tzila is a Jinn—tell me more about those?”

To my surprise, it was Cindy who answered before Zarina was able to. “Jinn are corporeal elemental spirits. You could call them counterparts to demons—or angels. While demons spring from the hells and seek to encourage the Sins of humanity, and angels hail from the heavens and seek to guide mankind to greater conformity and Virtue, the Jinn are the spirits of the mortal realm and seek to establish themselves as its rulers.”

The Sin Demon all but purred the words, and her hips continued slowly rocking back and forth in my lap as she spoke, but her physical arousal didn’t seem to interfere with her ability to communicate otherwise. “Different tribes of Jinn have different elemental affinities, which grant them different capabilities. The fact that they are natives of this plane is both a strength and a weakness. Unlike demons, Jinn cannot be banished, but also unlike demons, if a Jinn is bound by magic that binding cannot be broken by returning home. Tzila went out of her way to tell us that she was bound to a silver ring. You should take that from Josina Janssens and add Tzila to your harem.”

My dick twitched at that last comment, a fact which Cindy did not let slip by. Her ass ground against me for a moment, before she pushed back and again reached for my fly. With my fingers still sliding in and out of her sodden cunt, I was less willing to move to stop her this time, and she was able to unzip my pants and reach inside. An involuntary moan escaped my lips as I felt her slender fingers brush along my shaft, but I focused up despite her efforts so we could continue the conversation. “I… if the opportunity comes along to free any of Janssens creatures, we take it. We don’t force that, though. I’m not risking any of you for them.”

Cindy managed to work my cock free of my fly, and my shaft stood tall between her thighs. I watched as Aubrette leaned forward, her face still blushing bright red, placing herself mere inches away from both my cock, and the sight of my fingers still pumping in and out of my bound demon. Zarina rose to walk around the kitchen table and stand behind me. I felt her lean down, her lips brushing my ear caused the hair on the back of my neck to raise as she whispered, “Master, I think we may need to resume planning later. Will you let your fucktoys drain your balls so you can think properly?”

I tilted my head to the side, angling my head to give the beautiful Black wizard better access to my ear and neck as she began kissing her way along the side of my head. I opened my mouth to protest, but the words died on my lips as I realized she was right. Months of living with a Sin Demon had taught me that sometimes the best way out was through. I withdrew my fingers from Cindy’s cunt, then shoved them in the demon’s mouth. She immediately began sucking and licking them clean of her own nectar, her tongue darting and sliding along my fingers as though in promise of how it could be used elsewhere. I barked out a few orders as she did. “Yes. OK everyone—strip, then bedroom.”

Cindy reached down, still in my lap, and simply lifted the t-shirt she was wearing over her head. I had to withdraw my fingers from her mouth to let her pull it off, and she discarded it on the floor to the side. Aubrette began to obediently rise to her feet, still blushing brightly, but likewise began to disrobe as instructed. Zarina planted one more kiss just beneath my earlobe, sending a shiver up my spine, then swayed towards the bedroom door, unbuttoning her shirt as she went. Within moments, all three women were naked and headed towards the next room over, while I followed close behind.

I slipped my hand into Zarina’s as I caught up to her, squeezing it once and pulling her to my side as we approached the bed. Leaning down, I captured her lips in a kiss that deepened as I let my tongue explore her mouth. I was conscious of both Cindy and Aubrette waiting on me, but also knew that the Sin Demon would appreciate the additional Lust generated by properly taking the time to engage with my fellow mortal. Aubrette cared less about that, but the High Sidhe’s kinks were such that being made to watch others engaged in acts of passion was more effective foreplay than if it were her honeyed lips I was tasting.

As my hands began to stroke and caress along Zarina’s skin, I felt deft fingers unbutton my pants and slip them down my legs. Without opening my eyes to check, I knew that was Cindy at work, making herself useful by removing any impediments to me indulging my Lust. I allowed her to strip me, though I had to pull my own shirt off over my head since the height difference between the tiny Sin Demon and myself had been exacerbated by the Glamour-wrought growth I’d experienced over the past year.

I only broke fully from Zarina’s mouth when I was as naked as the ladies, leaving her wide eyed and gently panting through still parted lips. I swept my gaze across the room, and found Aubrette leaning against the closest bedpost, one hand shoved between her slick thighs as she fingered herself. Cindy’s expression was somewhere between invitation and dare. Her bright green eyes narrowed as they met mine and her lips quirked up into a smirk. I addressed her first. “You, little minx, are going to spend your time doing whatever you can to make this enjoyable for Zarina and Aubrette.”

She dipped into a fluid and graceful curtsy as she demurely assented, “As my Master wishes.” In immediate and stark contrast to the demeanor of her response, she then took the few steps required to reach Aubrette, leaned down, and wrapped her mouth around one of the High Sidhe’s nipples. I rolled my eyes at her antics, but the way the redhead’s hips twitched, the little blonde’s actions were quite effective.

Moving my eyes up to meet Aubrette’s, I had to wait a moment for her to open them again. She started a little as she realized I was watching her, the flush on her cheeks spreading down her neck as I gave her my next orders. “You, my lovely concubine, are going to plant that delicious cunt of yours on my face and let your lord feast.” Unlike Cindy, Aubrette didn’t curtsy, but she did nod enthusiastically at the command. Finally, I slid my fingers up Zarina’s body, caressing her soft skin until my fingertips brushed the bottom of her left ear beneath her fluffy, unbound mass of black hair. “And you, Zarina, I would love to have ride my cock until we both cum.”

She shivered, mirroring my reaction to her lips earlier, and slid herself up against me. Her full breasts pressed into my abdomen as she tilted her head back to look up at me. She smiled warmly at me, nuzzled her face into my chest hair for a moment, then pulled back to whisper, “I would love that, Master.” I stole one more kiss from her, then released her to slide past Aubrette and position myself on my back in the center of the bed.

In moments, Zarina was straddling me, one of her hands wrapping around my cock to hold it in place as she rocked her hips back and forth. It took very little time before my shaft was sufficiently lubricated for her purposes, and she did not hesitate before holding me steady and lowering herself onto me. I groaned as I felt the slick length of her cunt envelop my shaft, a sound the wizard echoed. “Oh, fuck, I love your cock Master.” She started to rock her hips slowly, finding a leisurely rhythm that would allow her to fuck me for as long as she—or I—desired.

Aubrette crawled up onto the bed after us, biting her lip as she waited for Zarina to find her stride. Only when the Black woman was moving steadily did the Sidhe move to obey my earlier command. My vision was briefly filled with pale thighs and pink pussy, before my eyes closed so I could focus on tasting Aubrette’s cunt. Each of the supernatural women bound to me had a distinctly non-human flavor. Cindy was tangy, with a hint of something almost spicy to her. Rose had a pleasantly herbal taste to her mouth—and her cunt.

Aubrette tasted like strawberries and honey, with a hint of spring breeze. As her thighs enveloped my head, I buried my tongue in her sopping wet cunt, drinking deeply of her. She had faced towards Zarina, with her ankles up by my shoulders, and as her flavor filled my mouth, I felt her leaning forward towards the wizard to open herself up and give me better access. I lifted my arms up, wrapped them around her thighs to hold her in place, and then I feasted on my concubine.

I’m not sure entirely how long I spent tongue-fucking Aubrette while Zarina rode my cock. I felt the former shudder in an orgasm, but my grip on her thighs prevented her from pulling away from my mouth as I sought to devour every drop of honey and strawberry my tongue could reach. With her legs wrapped around my head, I wasn’t able to hear much beyond the moans the Sidhe let out, punctuated by the occasional curse from the woman sliding her cunt up and down my erection.

It was only when Zarina paused, lifting herself nearly off of my cock for a moment, that I figured out what Cindy had been up to in the meantime. I felt the wizard shudder, her hips spasming for a moment, and then a quiet buzzing sound added itself to the mix. For a few moments, Zarina remained mostly still, then I felt as Cindy carefully worked what must have been one of the vibrating butt plugs we kept nearby into the wizard’s ass. As the buzzing sound quieted, I could instead feel the toy through the thin membrane separating it from my cock, the vibrations transmitting through to stimulate my shaft as much as they did the wizard’s asshole.

The moment Cindy had the toy fully inserted, Zarina began to rock her hips again, faster this time. The wizard went from coherent curse words to guttural moans as Cindy’s husky voice took over, carrying even through my vassal’s thick thighs. “You like that, don’t you Zarina? Having your ass filled to turn you into a vibrating sex toy for your Master’s massive cock?” I felt the cunt wrapped around my shaft spasm and tighten in response, telling me that even if she didn’t get a verbal response, the answer to the Sin Demon’s question was a resounding yes. “Our Master is so good, so kind, he tries so hard to give you the respect and honor he thinks you deserve.”

I felt the bed shift slightly, and since Zarina and Aubrette were still kneeling over my body, I assumed that meant Cindy was moving around the bed. A moment later, she resumed speaking, her voice loud enough that I knew she meant for me to hear it just as much as the other two women. “But I think that you don’t want that. I can taste your hungry, slutty lust. I think you wish he’d just use you, fill you with that big cock of his the moment the thought crossed his mind. Don’t you?” A wordless moan from Zarina answered her, but this apparently wasn’t good enough, because she asked again, louder, “Don’t you?”

“Yes. Ohfuckyesplease.” The words spilled from Zarina in a rush. I was about to pull my head back to tell Cindy to dial it back, but a rippling spasm tore through the channel wrapped around my cock as Zarina came, accompanied by a gasped, “Oh, Fuck, Master, yes, cumming! CUMMING!!”

A moment later, even as Zarina was gasping for breath and moaning again, I heard Cindy’s voice once more. “And you… I know you love to present yourself as prim and proper to the world…” A sharp, musical cry suddenly pierced the air, and I could only guess at what the demon had done to Aubrette to pull it from her lips. “But you… I think you’d be happiest if he just kept you naked. Made you greet his guests and attend him while everyone could see your shame and your lust.” A deluge of honey and strawberry filled my mouth at Cindy’s words, Aubrette’s body reacting immediately to the provocation. “Just had you give everyone tea and cakes like a proper lady, then crawl up to your Master to bury his cock in your throat. Under the table if need be, but you…”

Cindy paused, and I heard another gasp somewhere between pleasure and pain from Aubrette. “I think you want to see Master on a throne, holding court while his high and mighty Noble Sidhe concubine kneels naked between her Lord’s legs, dripping your honey onto the floor for everyone to see.” Aubrette’s hips began spasming uncontrollably, grinding her cunt down against my face as she came, her musical voice gasping out wordless pleasure as my tongue pushed as deep into her cunt as I could manage. A flood of nectar covered me, and for just a moment the thought of literally drowning in pussy flashed through my head, before the Fae woman abruptly leaned forward, pulling herself off of my face. I had to guess Cindy had something to do with that, because I could just make out a whispered, “Give me time. I’ll see what I can do.”

Zarina continued to rock her hips, engulfing my cock in her vibrating cunt, then lifting off until I nearly slipped from her depths, only to drop down and do it again. The fantasies laid out by Cindy, the feel of both women on top of me cumming over me, and the wet depths of the wizard fucking me were enough to put me on the verge of my own orgasm, but then I felt the bed shift again. I heard Aubrette cry out once more before lowering her pussy back onto my face, and as my tongue sought out more of her sweet juices, I heard Cindy’s voice from much closer. “And Master… dear, sweet Master…” Strong fingers wrapped around the wrist of one of my hands, guiding it to release Aubrette’s thigh so Cindy could bring my fingers to her own dripping wet pussy.

“I know you want all of us, all of the beautiful women in your harem to feel loved, respected, and satisfied.” I curled my fingers, and felt Cindy position herself to let my fingertips slide into the slick folds of her sex. With Zarina still riding my cock while Aubrette ground out what felt like another orgasm on my face, I didn’t really have the attention available to give the Sin Demon’s cunt the attention it deserved, but I was more than happy to let her use my hand to masturbate. “So let me tell you what your Sin Demon slave wants. Your little punk slut wants you to stop holding back so much, and recognize that every single one of your harem of fucktoys wants you to use them. In the mood for Sara’s ass? Bend her over, she’ll love it.” She rocked her hips, beginning to grind her pussy down as she talked, and I could feel her spasming and squeezing around my fingers.

“Feeling vaguely horny at breakfast? Grab my hair and shove me under the table.” My balls began to retract, as I felt my orgasm beginning to approach. “Need to talk while you’re horny and don’t want to exclude anyone? Tell Rose to whip out those huge tits of hers and worship your shaft with them. You’re surrounded by bitches who already worship your cock, Master.” A groan from Zarina interjected itself into the conversation, and I felt her cunt suddenly clamp down around my shaft as she came again. “Fucking use us!”

Cindy’s words—and Zarina’s spasming pussy—were enough to finally push me over the edge. I felt my balls pump as ecstasy shot through my body, and I filled the wizard’s channel with what felt like an ocean of cum. She was not silent in the matter, her voice cutting off anything else Cindy might have had to say as she cried out, “Fuck, yes, Master, cum please, fucking cum in me! God yes, I love your cum… I love when you fill me… Yessssssss!”

Gradually, my orgasm subsided, and I felt Aubrette shift her hips to lift off me and give me a little more air. Then I felt her suddenly be shoved off to the side, as Cindy pushed her off my face slowly but inexorably. The redhead didn’t try to resist, she let herself fall back, panting heavily. Suddenly able to see the room once more, I glanced down to take in Zarina, her hands on her thighs, still rocking her hips to grind out the last dregs of her orgasm.

Cindy leaned forward, placed her face right next to my ear, and whispered quietly, “Any time you want, Master.” Her tongue darted out, finding my cheek, tasting the fluid Aubrette had drenched me in. “Now, if you’ll excuse me Master, I need to beg your pet wizard for permission to try to lick every drop of your cum out of her pussy.” Zarina paused her motions for a moment, then rocked her hips one more time, before rolling off to sprawl onto her back without being prompted, her legs splaying to accommodate the little blonde demon who immediately dove over to bury her face between the wizard’s thighs.

* * *

I’d never disposed of a body. Prior to the attack by the vampires in the parking lot a few weeks before, I’d never even been in a real fight, and the thought that I’d need to discreetly sneak a corpse out of an apartment complex was ludicrous. I freely admit to having been squeamish about the whole notion and paranoid about being caught.

Sara had stirred and been brought up to speed on the events of the morning, and I’d made the call to have her call in sick—which in this case, mostly amounted to putting a printed out sign on her office door—so she could stay close. Thanks largely to the magic still keeping her focused on obeying me, she’d been mostly unfazed by the developments, so I’d paired her with Zarina to take advantage of the isolation with a more extended lesson in wielding the Arcane.

I tried paying attention to the wizard and her new apprentice for a while, but the knowledge that there was a body—one that had once been human—just one room over had robbed me of any ability to focus on what Zarina was saying. When Rose joined us an hour or so later, she and I snuggled up on the couch to rewatch an old Sci-Fi western to help pass the time. First Cindy, and then Aubrette, joined the pile before too long, and being buried in a jumble of beautiful and snuggly women helped put my concerns farther from the center of my attention.

They didn’t remove them entirely, though, and by the time night fell, I had started to get antsy again. It actually took Rose calling me out on my fidgeting to recognize exactly how nervous I was, followed by Cindy calmly reminding me that the best course of action was simply to wait until most of the apartment complex was asleep and then move as a group.

When the hour finally arrived, I was all but vibrating with nervous energy. Aubrette, as she so often did, proved immensely valuable. I was reminded that she’d spent centuries acting as something between a steward and a valet to her royal High Sidhe court in Faerie, and the sheer utility of her talents made it obvious why. Rather than needing to do anything as traditional—and suspicious—as wrapping Marco’s corpse in a carpet, Aubrette conjured a tarp and a band case on wheels. The large black box was just big enough for Cindy to, with some sickening crunches, fold the departed Marco into, wrapped in the tarp.

At about an hour past midnight, Cindy and I rolled the box out of the apartment and into the back of Zarina’s waiting SUV. We had debated back and forth about who was going on the trip. Zarina was a must, since she was the one with the magic we’d use to reduce Marco to unrecognizable ash. Aubrette could technically remain behind, but it was far easier for her to maintain the magic conjuring the box if she came with us, and if it turned out we needed tools along the way, she was our means of obtaining them.

Of the remaining four people including myself, technically none of us were necessary, but I felt like it was my responsibility to go along because my Gift offered a decent chance at avoiding situations where we’d encounter people who might get suspicious. We’d mentioned the possibility of all going, but not only would that require taking two cars, we’d also leave the apartment undefended. Given the recent attack, that seemed like a poor choice. In the end, Rose and I had loaded up with the two indispensables, while Sara and Cindy had stayed behind. Sara, because I didn’t want her to have to remember the gritty details once she was free of the ritual controlling her, and Cindy to provide home defense.

The drive out into the countryside at night felt surreal. A year before, I couldn’t even have conceived of the circumstances which would’ve led me here, and contemplating that disconnect from reality threatened full dissociation. Rose seemed to pick up on my mental state and the Puca first snuggled up against me, then just… talked about her life. She opened by telling me about growing up as a Puca in human society, doing her best to avoid standing out or attracting attention to her family without giving up the streaks of mischief and humor that were literally a part of her nature. She’d developed a more subtle sense of humor than her parents who had grown up in Faerie, and I had to admit that it probably made her a far more tolerable companion. Her parents came from a land where “it’s just a prank” really was a defensible position, and apparently that showed through in their brand of mischief.

After a while, Zarina chimed in with some anecdotes from her childhood growing up among wizards. Her parents had sent her to an exclusive boarding school in Britain, which meant that when she inevitably told some of her classmates about the world outside of the mundane, the damage control her parents needed to do was more limited in scope, but also more urgent than it might have been among public school peers. A random six year old girl talking about her parents capturing a flying horse would be written off as youthful fancy in most circles, but there had apparently been an investigation that was brought on—and then quickly dismissed—about the possibility of illegal horse trading for a while.

I was grateful in the extreme for their company, because the conversation helped bring me back to as close to normal as my life ever got, which reduced the anxiety and shock of the day’s developments. Even when my gift flashed with a hint of red, prompting me to warn Zarina about an upcoming speed trap, it felt like a part of my day to day life instead of a hazard as we went to dispose of a body.

We’d picked a destination southwest of the city, where a golf course had been carved out of the surrounding woods, on the basis of ‘fuck golf courses’. None of us had our phones on us, just to avoid the off-chance of GPS tracking, but Zarina was both familiar with the area, and accustomed to navigating without a computer telling her where to go. With Aubrette reading directions off an actual paper map, we took the side roads until we found a decent spot to pull off, free of traffic in the late hour.

We’d left Cindy behind, so I acted as the muscle, leveraging Sin-enhanced strength to pull the case out of the back of the SUV and drop it off at the edge of the manicured lawn. We’d picked a spot far from any lights on the course, and wanted to draw minimal attention to ourselves, so I dragged the box over just far enough onto the grass that it wouldn’t be in danger of causing a forest fire by igniting the nearby trees, at which point Aubrette simply dismissed the crate, dropping Marco’s corpse onto the ground.

Then it was Zarina’s turn. I hadn’t asked if the wizard had needed to perform a similar disposal before, but she showed no hesitation. The moment the body was visible, she began chanting quietly while her hands made smooth and practiced gestures. Within a few seconds, a wall of darkness surrounded us in a hollow cylinder, blocking anyone from outside from having any chance of observing us. A minute after that, brilliant golden flames began to spring up from Marco’s corpse, consuming him far more rapidly than any natural fire. Within about five minutes the arcane fire consumed the corpse from within, leaving nothing but a pile of ash in the center of a circle of scorched grass half a dozen feet across.

A third spell sent gusts of wind to carry Marco’s remains off into the trees, scattering him beyond any chance of recognition or recovery. The golf course would have a mysterious burn on their carefully manicured green in the morning, without so much as bone fragments to indicate the cause.

Feeling somber once more, we loaded up in the SUV again and turned around, heading back towards the apartment.

* * *

Somewhere else entirely:

Ayoka is late.

That is entirely typical of the idiot girl. She never put in her best effort, even when she was alive, and now that she is dead it is like she is trying to find an excuse to piss me off.

I sigh and put my feet up as I resign myself to wait for the useless specter to return.

As I glance around the cave I’ve claimed, my eyes settle on one of the crates of supplies I brought. The Mondjoli I arranged to get me across the Pacific isn’t one of mine—not yet—and it charged me for each thing I brought across. Supplies are light. Still, something is needed to take the edge off the irritation bubbling beneath the surface of my mind.

“Msizi!” My voice is sharper than I intend. Msizi is a nice boy—always eager to please—and I do not need to take him to task today.

I try again, calmer this time, “Msizi, pour jenever for me.”

The impundulu is drowsing against the far wall of the cave, his eyes closed, but they snap open and quickly dart around the room at my command. The place is the same as it was when he sat down half an hour before—loosely stacked boxes, a few heavy bedrolls, and a small fire that crackles not far from my feet.

When he sees no threat, Msizi’s lips part in a broad smile and he flashes bright white teeth that stand out against his ebony-hued skin. “Of course, Mistress. I will pour it for you right away.” His words are heavily accented, but I am willing to give him a little slack as I only started teaching him Dutch a year or two ago, and it is important that lesser people are given more time to learn.

The impundulu spends most of his time in this form, looking like a very tall, very dark skinned man with features I must admit are… appealing. His kind need human women to reproduce, and it is easy to see that he must have no difficulty attracting partners.

I let my eyes half-close as he rises smoothly to his feet until his clean shaven head nearly touches the uneven ceiling of the cave. I had Tzila spend some time smoothing out the floor to make it properly habitable when we arrived, but I have no patience for listening to the blasted Jinn spending hours sanding a ceiling I was never going to touch.

Msizi approaches and deferentially kneels in a motion so smooth that not a drop of liquid overflows the tulip shaped glass. I reach out a hand to pat his cheek affectionately. “That’s a good boy.” Lifting the glass, I wait for a moment as Msizi stands and watch as he returns to the wall of the cave. Before he can return to his seated position, I clear my throat. He turns, sees the glass of light golden liquid still untouched in my hand, and reaches up to touch his forehead.

“Ah, forgive me, Mistress! The sugar, of course.” I give him an indulgent smile as he retrieves a small jar of sugar and a tiny silver spoon. Kneeling at my side, he holds up the jar as I carefully measure out a small amount of sugar and sprinkle it into the glass, then stir it slowly until it dissolves. I hand the spoon back to him, and he rises to walk out of the cave mouth so he can wash it in the nearby stream. The air outside is just above freezing, so there should be enough liquid water for him to do so.

Just as I take my first sip of the liquor, the air above the fire stirs. I raise a single eyebrow and watch as the faint wisps of smoke rise from the flames and form into the vague outline of a young woman. The sharpness returns to my voice as I snarl, “Ayoka. What kept you?”

The voice that responds is quiet, and comes across as whispers and the rustling of a breeze more than actual words. “Mistress, forgive me. Jack Puttman’s wizard has begun to protect their home against spirits.” Ayoka’s Dutch is better than Msizi’s—perfectly clear and crisp, really—but after a century of service I expect nothing less from her.

“You’ve bypassed wards before, girl. Did you find the book?” I do not give her the chance to respond before I add, “And speak up. You must put in the work to be clear. There is no excuse to be lazy.”

I take another sip of the jenever and lean back in my camp chair so I do not have to crane my neck as I regard the specter.

“No, Mistress.” Ayoka’s voice is louder, but less clear now as she puts more effort into volume. I roll my eyes as she continues. “If I push into his home, I risk being captured. I must be cautious if I am to provide the information you require.”

“Give me results, not excuses, girl.” My eyes flare, and the shape of the woman in the smoke twists with my displeasure. The sight is nearly enough to bring a smile to my lips, but I resist the urge to allow her to see even a hint of approval from me when she comes with such disappointing results. “Continue to spy, if you find someone going inside that you think you can take, use that as an excuse. I do not care if you have to possess a line of girls and fuck him until he’s unconscious then loot the place, do whatever it takes. Understand?” The boy, Jack, is surrounded by women—it is clear to me he is the sort who wants to build a harem for himself. Not all men are motivated by sex, but for the ones who are, fresh playthings are usually effective—either for barter or as cat’s-paws.

“Yes, Mistress.” For a moment, Ayoka’s form remains visible in the smoke, a trembling shape, before it abruptly vanishes as the specter flees towards the man who has stolen my prize from me.

I take another sip of liquor, but that alone isn’t enough. I reach my left thumb up to my index finger and lightly rub the silver ring I wear there. A vortex of blue sand and hot wind forms into the humanoid shape of Tzila. I scowl at her until her skin turns from its natural light blue to a more acceptable tan. Still not as fair as mine, but it passes for the moment.

“Tzila, a foot rub while I drink. If I fall asleep, see that I wake in my bedding comfortably.” The Jinn sets to her task immediately. I think she doesn’t realize her emotions are as plain on her face as they are. She probably thinks I see her as a willingly obedient creature. In truth, I revel in the hints of distaste—even disgust—that flash across her face when she receives my orders. Knowing she is forced to carry them out anyway is a recurring pleasure in my long life.

I settle back and close my eyes as I feel strong hands carefully strip me of my shoes and socks. I take another long sip of the jenever as the Jinn begins to rub and massage my feet. My eyes close and I sigh in contentment. What is the point in living forever if I do not take the time to enjoy it, after all?